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dejwrld · 10 months

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˚₊𓆩༺🎸༻𓆪₊˚ — summer of 22', choso kamo

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈. — WHO THE HELL LISTENS TO CLASSICAL MUSIC?

ᩍ before reading please be advised of the following warnings — female reader, written with black reader in mind, humor/crack, noritoshi & choso are cousins in this cause i said so, profanity, this is quite self indulgent and kinda my own assumption & characterization of modern day choso, mentions of choso having a scar, mentions of character death (reader's mom), record shop boss!geto lol, two idiots that bond over music | mdni, taglist, masterlist, other creations

chapter playlist | are you with that by vince staples, wait a minute by willo, the less i know the better by tame impala

JAPAN WAS VERY DIFFERENT FROM THE STATES. A huge cultural shock compared to your busy lifestyle in New York City. You still could remember your father’s long lecture about being aware of your surroundings, don’t talk to strangers, going with your instincts in some locations, and so much more. You would think you were still that young sixteen-year-old girl who was raised by their single dad after the death of her mother, but you were of age. In the fall you would be a graduating senior at Julliard, living alone in a lovely apartment in New York City, teaching dance classes when you had free time, and doing many adult types of activities. You were a functioning young adult whose father still wanted to shelter you away from the world as if you were a hopeless Rapunzel.

It took some convincing for your father to let you go to a ballet convention in Japan for the summer, especially if he was going to be funding it. You planned to rent out a room, get as much knowledge as possible at this convention so you could be prepared for your senior year at Julliard, and then return home. Your father didn’t agree with that plan. He only agreed when your godmother Utahime Iori agreed to keep an eye on you.

Utahime Iori was an international ballet superstar and your late mom’s best friend. They met when they both were competing for the lead in Swan Lake, which was given to your mom. But your mother stepped down from the role when she became pregnant with you. The friendship between the two still blossomed from your mom being in the front row on the opening night to cheer Utahime on to your mom even keying Utahime’s boyfriend's car while six months pregnant with you. Utahime would always admit to you that your mom felt like she was her twin flame. They were insufferable when they were apart and together. Such a close bond and your mom’s death took a toll on Utahime. It hit her like a truck hitting a concrete wall at full speed. It sucked Utahime’s love for ballet right away, but the woman still stuck by your side during the journey of your ballet career.

She held your hand as the people around you threw pity your way during the funeral. She defended your passion for dance to your father as if she was defending an important law case. She did your hair for recitals. She stayed up late helping you come up with your Juilliard audition piece. She played the role of your godmother so well that you knew deep down your mom was smiling down on the both of you.

You were so excited to spend the summer in Utahime’s home country. You knew she was going to want you to practice for the ballet convention because every summer—a dancer is chosen to dance an original piece in front of many known people. From choreographers, dance tour coordinators, and of course, famous ballet royalty. You didn’t want this spot to be given to you considering who your mother was and the fact that Utahime helped fund the convention in the first place. She told you specifically that you won’t get special privileges, that if it’s a better dancer—they will not think twice about replacing you. That’s just how wicked the world of ballet was. When it came to ballet, you didn’t have time to cry about not getting the lead in a dance when the time you were feeling pity for yourself—you could be using it to make yourself better. Those were the words your former ballet instructor explicitly told you and those were the words you kept in your head up to this day.

“We need to lay down some ground rules,” Utahime stated as she placed a plate of food in front of you.

“Please don’t tell me, my dad gave you some rules.” You whined.

“No, these are my own rules,” Utahime said. She sat down at the table clearing her throat. “Practice comes first. I don’t care what you’re doing, I text you to come practice…come! This is not like the states, the dancers here sleep, eat, and breathe dance.”

“Okay.”

“No big distractions. I understand you most likely will want to mingle, you’re my very beautiful goddaughter—but please remember what you’re originally here for.” Utahime adds.

“No Summer flings, gotcha!”

“Okay, I didn’t say that. Just be mindful of who you are flinging with.” Utahime corrected.

“During your free time, please don’t associate yourself with the wrong crowd,” Utahime adds. “A ballerina with a criminal record isn’t cute no matter how good you look in your mugshot.”

“Don’t get arrested, noted. Any other rules?” You took a bite out of your food.

“Enjoy your summer, but please be mindful of what you’re here for. If you get to dance an original piece, it will look wonderful in your portfolio for when you graduate next Spring and that’s the endgame.”

“Of course! So, can I go exploring?” You eagerly asked. You gave your godmother those innocent puppy dog eyes that she has seen so many times since you were younger.

“Fine, but please be safe. I will be stopping at the dance studio, so when you’re done exploring—meet me there.” Utahime says.

You pushed yourself out of your seat and would go over to Utahime pulling her into a hug. Mumbling many thank yous and even kissing her cheek. “Thank you! I promise I’ll be at the studio at a reasonable time!” You yelled as you were going to leave.

You didn’t even let Utahime get a word out before you’re heading out of Utahime’s apartment and essentially you're home for the summer. You walked towards the elevator as you were walking, your face was buried in your phone updating your father on how you were doing. Even though he was most likely sleeping soundly back in New York, you still didn’t want to have him so worried during your three months here. You never understood the protectiveness your father had over you. Although it was a duty for fathers to protect their children as if their life depended on it—your father took it a little too far. Especially after your mother’s death, he once tried to take your love of ballet away from you. Arguing that it was the reason that broke your mom down and he refused to let you follow your mother’s dark path. Whatever that meant. Your mother’s death was a hushed secret that no one wanted to talk about. No one talked about what pushed her to do it, not even Utahime.

So what exactly did your father mean by ballet being why your mother took a dark path?

When you made it to the street, you opened Google and decided to search if any record shops were nearby. In the guest room, you were staying in, Utahime mentioned it being a record player a close friend gave to her and you were eager to use it during your time here. However, she didn’t have any vinyl records at all. She claimed that her career pushed her away from home quite often, so what was the point of buying vinyl records for a record player that only was collecting dust in her guest bedroom?

The first record shop that popped up was Suguru Records. You clicked on how far it was and wasn’t much of a walk. You placed your earbuds in your ear and soon Jazmine Sullivan was blasting through your ears. You took in everything around you as you were walking. From the architect of each building to the locals that are out and about. You enjoyed this atmosphere so much better than the busy streets of New York City during the rush hour of going to work or coming home from work. It was a soothing atmosphere and it made you even more excited to spend a summer here. Granted, the stares you were receiving as you were walking to your destination—it wasn’t anything new from the stares you received when you went to different ballet events around the world.

When you finally got to the record shop, you entered it with a smile. The scent in the store was comforting, homely at most. The first thing you noticed when you entered it was empty. To you, that wasn’t good considering that anyone could come in and take what they wanted and leave. You figured that the familiar bell that would annoyingly ring when the record shop door would push open would cause the employees to hurriedly run to the front of the store. You let your fingers brush against the records as you walk down a random aisle specifically looking for the classical section. You can already imagine how beautiful the tune of a popular classical song humming out the record player while you practice in the living room of Utahime’s place. But as you walk around the record shop, you didn’t even see a section for classical music. However, you did pick up a couple of your favorite R&B albums as you were snooping around.

You heard the familiar bell and your eyes darted to the door and you saw a man with long black hair carrying a box into the shop. He had gauges in his ears and if you were being honest, if you looked closely—he looked familiar. As if you saw him on a magazine cover or something. When his eyes met yours and then scanned over the shop, he let out a sigh before slowly dropping the box he was carrying near the register. “Welcome to Suguru Records, I’ll be right back.” He flashed you a kind smile before disappearing in the back.

You heard some ruckus in the back and what you assumed was the guy who greeted you voice, “I told you two gremlins to stop leaving the front end unattended!”

Soon the gentleman returned with two guys. He had a grip on the back of their work uniform shirts as if he was a father pitbull lifting his pups by their fur to help them get around better. One of the guys looked at the long-haired gentleman and gave him a deadpan smile, “It’s a slow day and it looks like the customer doesn't even need help. You said it yourself, if it’s slow—Choso and I can work on our music.” One said.

The man let go of the back of the two guys' shirts and he would push one of them towards you. “Noritoshi, you start unloading that box near the register. Choso, you go help the customer before I fire both of you.”

Noritoshi was near the register mumbling something under his breath before his boss glanced in his direction. “Do you have anything to say, Noritoshi?” The long-haired gentleman asked.

Noritoshi shook his head, “Oh no, just asking if you were stepping out again, Geto?” He forced a fake smile.

“Yes, an old friend is in town. So please be sure to lock up when we close.” Geto pointed his finger at him and then at Choso before he exited again.

You went back to looking through the records before you could hear someone clear your throat. When you glanced up, there he stood. The one who the guy called Choso, stood right in front of you. His hair was tugged into two ponytails. But it was one unique thing about him that caused you to stare at him as if he was the most attractive guy you’ve seen. A birthmark decorated his face that imprinted from his cheeks across his nose and on his other cheek. It was quite a unique birthmark, something you had never seen before. “Since that guy that just left signs my checks, I am here to ask if you need help with anything.” His monotone voice trailed off as he was avoiding as much eye contact as possible.

“Oh yes—do you guys have anything from any classical composers?” You asked and you watched Choso’s face scrunched up in pure disgust.

“Classical?” Choso asked.

“Yes, I’ll take anything at this moment.” You said. “My godmother has this record player and I just know a classical record would sound so good on it.”

“Classical?” Choso repeated just to make sure you understand what you just said.

“Yes, did I not say it loud enough?” You asked in a frustrated manner.

Choso held up his hand in a defensive mood and would glance over at Noritoshi who was unloading the box of new vinyl records they received. “Hey, check in the back to see if we have anything for the classical genre!”

“Classical?” Noritoshi looked up and you wanted to question if the two were related with the way Noritoshi mimicked the exact face of disgust that Choso did. “I think we have some stuff in the back though.”

Noritoshi waltzed into the back to search for the small number of vinyl records they did have. They weren’t selling, so Geto simply thought they were taking up space from other vinyl records.

You felt the vinyl records that were once in your arms getting gently pulled from your arm. Choso would flip through your options and you watched as he was looking at your vinyl records quite impressed. He held up the vinyl record for Lucky Daye’s Painted, he had a sly grin on his face. If you were bold enough, you would admit that sly grin on his face was cute.

“I have this one.” He said. “You have nice music taste, minus the classical thing.” He snickered before he handed you the records back.

“You don’t look like the type to like—“ Your words were cut off by him.

“Lucky Daye music?”

“Yes.” You admitted as you pulled your records closer to your chest.

“Music is something so magical and versatile. It’s a bit insane to stick to one genre isn’t it?” Choso asked as his back leaned against the record case behind him. His arms folded over his chest and you instantly noticed that his broad arms flexed in his black uniform shirt that had Suguru Records on it.

“But doesn't that contradict you making that face when I mentioned classical music?” You asked, your perfectly arched eyebrows raised at him.

He chuckles at your statement, “I guess it does…” His voice trails off as his dark-colored eyes gloss over your plump lip gloss-covered lips while he is searching for your name.

“Y/N.” You answered.

“I’m just curious as to why you would be interested in classical music?” Choso walked towards the register with you not too far behind him. “You don’t look like the type of girl who-“

Now it was your time to interrupt him, “See, you’re contradicting yourself again. You just said that music is such a special thing that you can’t just stick to one genre. Judging a book by its cover, something I did a few minutes ago.” You said.

Choso chuckled as he was beginning to ring up your vinyl records. “I guess we judged each other then.” Choso's eyes met with yours.

“Yup.” You answered before immediately breaking eye contact. Your cheeks felt so hot at the moment like you were standing outside in ninety-degree weather without water.

Noritoshi came back with a box of vinyl records. “These are the only ones we have. I’m pretty sure Geto put them at a discontinued price also.” He placed the box on the counter. “If we were the managers, we would give you this box for free.”

You giggled at his comment before flipping through the box. “It’s okay.” You picked three random types of vinyl and placed them on the counter. “I’m sure I’ll probably buy them all by the time the summer is over with.”

You paid for the records and Choso gave you the bag with all of them on it. It was a cute black reusable bag with the store’s logo on it. Choso leaned against the counter and placed his head in the palm of his hand, never actually taking his eyes off of you. There you were completely avoiding his eye contact.

Noritoshi was looking through the box of classical music vinyl records. “So, are you saying you actually enjoy this stuff?” He asked while flipping through the box of classical records.

“I’ve listened to that genre since I was in my mother’s stomach. It’s practically imprinted in my brain,” You admitted as you could feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket.

You quickly looked at the text and saw Utahime’s S.O.S text message. She must have needed you at the dance studio. “But I have to run, godmother needs me. I think I’ll see you guys around.” You began to walk towards the exit but Choso’s voice stopped you & caused you to turn to look in his direction.

“Yes, you will.” He admitted with a smile.

Your cheeks burnt, your words got stuck in your throat, and your brain turned into complete mush. You couldn’t say much, but you returned the smile before eventually leaving the record shop as flustered as a teenager in a cliche Netflix-produced romance movie.

“No distractions this summer, Y/N. No distractions this summer, Y/N.” You repeat to yourself as you are walking back towards Utahime’s place.

But as you continued to walk, you could hear someone yelling your name. When you turned around, Choso was jogging up to you to catch up to you.

“You should come out and see me perform,” Choso was fishing in his jeans pockets until he pulled out a tiny folded-up piece of paper.

“You’re a singer? You continue to shock me, but then again that’s me judging you by your looks again,” You admitted.

“I’m in a band. Well, it’s only Noritoshi and me right now. We’re still looking for other members, but I would love for you to come.” He finally unfolded the paper to reveal a flyer. He extended the paper for you to grab.

“I’ll see if I can make it. I’m going to be quite a busy girl this summer, so I don’t want to get your hopes up.” You said as you took the flyer from him. Your eyes scan over the flyer that looked like he kept it as a souvenir more than to promote that he was performing.

“You’re only going to be here for a summer?” Choso's eyebrows raised at you.

“Yeah.” You folded the paper back up to give back to him, but he motioned for you to keep it just in case you could make it.

Choso heard Noritoshi calling him from the front door of the record shop and he would slowly walk backward with a smile. His eyes you couldn’t read just yet never looked away from you before he’s parting his lips to speak.

“That gives us three months!” Choso says as he was walking backward.

“Three months to do what?” You asked out loud.

“Three months to get to know each. I’m kinda intrigued on why you’re a classical music fan in this year of 2022.” He yells back at you before giving you a sly wave and heading back into the record shop.

You turned around once again, flustered as ever. You couldn’t even hide the foolish smile on your face at the moment.

This was going to be an interesting summer.

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edutainer2022 · 5 months

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@astranite About the PROM PROTOCOL from this thread . It's a Sky and Star headcanon very dear to my heart. I'm so glad you found it! 💙🧡

The PROM PROTOCOL is a story I really hope to write out some day. But if I never do, the general outline is as follows: think the Kansas farmhouse front porch, around past midnight. There's a figure on a porch swing - Jeff. Waiting up. Steps crunch the gravel and stop to an abrupt halt by the porch. Scott hasn't been expecting Dad to wait up for him like this. Scott is past his curfew.

The party had been a long and ardorous negotiation - Jeff was weary, because springbreak and highschool seniors (and juniors) usually equals underage drinking and recreational edibles or pot, or who knows what else, especially if somebody's college freshman sibling is doing the chaperoning. Scott was adamant and made a good case of being the most responsible and reliable sixteen year old in the history of ever - youngest President of the class, Prom King nominee, Team captain and projected valedictorian at the graduation (early graduation for him, because he worked his a** off over summers taking extra AP credit and got early admission to Yale), consummate big brother. Besides, he promised to take Stacey the Girlfriend to THE springbreak party. Surprisingly, Virgil and John chimed in on Scott's side with a good case too - he deserved a night off, as big brother had nearly run himself to the ground the years Mom was gone, while Jeff buried himself in grief and more work. Jeff doesn't enjoy thinking back on the boy's translucent pale face on the hospital sheets and the drip of IV in the deafening silence. Jeff gets the reasoning, but he's not ready. Not ready for Scott to be growing up and leaving for college (John soon to follow, skipping a class the genius his ginger is), not ready for things to change, not ready for the boys not needing him soon, not ready for Scott being serious to take up his Ivy League degree parallel to the AirForce program.

Anyhow, this one time Dad conceded and is now sitting up on the porch, waiting for the eldest to be back past the curfew, minutes away from rising up Kyrano to start a state-wide search and rescue. But Scott is walking back. WALKING. Jeff is absolutely certain the boy left in his car to pick up the girlfriend and then drive her back home. And to ensure there would be no succumbing to peer pressure to drink at the party. Jeff is ready to rain thunder and lightning, assuming that's what happened - drinking, smoking, something irresponsible.

But Scott is shivering in his windbreaker, hands deep in his pockets, face visibly stricken with tears. He walked all the way from the town to the farm in the middle of the night. Somebody's college freshman brother home on a break being far more alluring to the Prom Queen nominee is what happened. Vicious and biting, and humiliating words happened. First love crashing and burning in an instant is what happened. Scott was shaken too much and couldn't drive. So he walked all the way home.

Jeff manages to coax the boy up the porch, on a swing and into his lap. Quiet, hot tears are back. So help him, Jeff is not ready. That was to be Lucy's area - nursing bruises, kissing away booboos and heartbreak. Jeff is not ready. He wants to tell his boy there will never be pain and betrayal again. He wants to make sure there isn't. Ever. But he can't. Jeff wants to keep Scott and his brothers safe from any danger of the world. But he's not sure he can reliably ward off more heartbreak. So he just holds the crying child on the cusp of adulthood and wishes his wife were still there.

Scott is still grounded - he didn't call Dad to pick him up, and walking alone at night was very dangerous. He'd be grounded till the Prom (Jeff is not cruel enough to let the school have no Prom King). That's where the problem is, unexpectedly. Scott's not going. Stacey the ex girlfriend now has that college freshman as a Prom date to show off. Everyone would know he was dumped. He has no date and doesn't have the heart to go anymore. Jeff really, really wishes Lucy were there. He's out of his depth.

That's when the rustle on the porch roof happens and a lithe, agile form slithers expertly down to the rails. John. John, who too is not asleep. John, who was probably stargazing past his bedtime or too lowkey waiting up for his biggest brother. John would go with Scott to the Prom. John is graduating next winter, so will miss his own Prom - nobody will ask questions. That dries the tears, at least, and has Scott sit up from Dad's lap. John HATES social anything. It will be loud, and flashy, and crowded, and LOUD. John would be uncomfortable. Scott can't have that. Exactly! Everyone knows the Ginger Tracy hates that kind of scene. And everyone knows Scott always has a posse of little brothers. So, if Scott is too upset, or not having fun, or overwhelmed - nobody would bat an eye that he had to take the "ginger weirdo" back home. John is calm and completely logical - clearly he had it all thought through. But what if Scott is having a good time and John is uncomfortable at a big party?

That's when more rustle on the porch roof happens and a bleary eyed Virgil parcours down too. Jeff is more or less resigned that bedtime is just not a thing that day, apparently. In THAT case, Virgil is going to the Prom too. Everyone know his two brothers are graduating early, so they won't be around for his Prom. It's a sound cover up. If Scott is enjoying himself, but John needs to leave - Virgil would accompany him home and make sure he's not overestimulated by the noise and the crowd. And Virgil would still have his own Prom to go to next year, if he wanted a big ole party. And thus - The Prom Protocol is born.

In the end, it's a huddle on the porch swing - Jeff holding Scott curled up in his lap, John leaning into Dad's side, and a semi-asleep Virgil draped over Scott's still shivering form for warmth and comfort. Still, Jeff is not ready. Amazed by the bond his boys share, but not ready to let them go.

#thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #scott tracy needs a hug #jeff tracy #john tracy #virgil tracy #the prom protocol #methinks i have astronomy

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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The other day I read through all your officer noodle/ uncle Phil Callahan au posts and god!!!! How that would change (but also not!) the Dynamic S1 & S2 especially. Like Steve is the only kid without any parent on screen who is In His Corner. He’d finally have an Adult who gives a shit and, while he may not Like Steve, loves him & would be able to say ‘why is this teen getting the shit kicked out of him every 6 months’ and make sure he’s actually getting medical treatment every time he gets his shit rocked lol. Also the angst potential of Callahan & his mom (Steve’s grandma) realizing his sister abandoned them when she found a rich husband/ family but now she’s abandoning her own kid like she did them and like, ‘fuck is he my responsibility now if she’s not even in the country??’ Idk, would love to hear if you (or anyone else!) have any more Thoughts abt it!

I have thoughts! This is kinda long.

Phil was never particularly close with his sister, but the six-year age gap between them never felt wider than it did when he saw his nephew for the very first time. He was twelve, gangly and awkward, and his legs hurt all the time from growing, but he didn’t feel like an uncle.

Everybody said that he was an uncle now, but Uncle was a grown-up word and Phil was just a kid. He thinks that Mom is a grown-up word too and that just because Angie was eighteen and married, that it didn’t make her an adult.

When he saw her, tired and exhausted, holding her little bundle of baby like she didn’t quite know what to do with it… it felt like she was just playing pretend. He didn’t think that she should be having a baby or that she should be married to twenty-five year old Richard Harrington no matter how good his job was, but that was what happened.

Phil was technically the first man – boy – to hold little baby Steven because Richard had stepped out to make a call and didn’t come back until an hour after Steve was born. He had lipstick on his collar, wasn’t particularly interested in the baby, and Phil was left with this sinking feeling that they were all going to fail this kid.

Phil graduated from high school, tried college, dropped out, joined the police force, and that feeling remained there. It never really went away – not when Angie stopped coming around for holidays, not when they went five years without hearing from her, and not when he found out that she left her ten year old home alone while she followed her husband out of the country.

Phil’s dad died when he was young and he didn’t really remember much about the man, but he knew that he must have been a fierce man because that fierceness lives inside of Angie, or maybe it was just something that Richard Harrington put there. Their mother was not fierce. She was timid and kind, and she didn’t put up a fight when Angie came to collect her child after a week because she didn’t know how.

Angie said a lot of hateful words that day – mostly to Phil – and Richard threatened worse, but Steve didn’t cry when he was dragged away even though he looked like he wanted to. Phil was put on a week’s suspension after Richard threatened to sue the police department for harassment, and life went on.

Phil always pictured a life where he left Hawkins but it never came to fruition. He never moved out of his mother’s house. He made plans to but they fell through when her health took a turn. He stayed. He slept in the same bed that he had his whole life, he continued his work at the police department under Hopper, made a life-long friend out Calvin Powell, and he did not check in on his nephew. Though maybe he should have.

Phil’s interactions with Steve were few and far between and each one filled with more disdain and attitude than the one before. He saw him running out of parties that the police broke up, grinning through the window of his daddy’s car when he was pulled over for speeding, and he saw him beaten halfway to hell sitting in the waiting room after Will Byers was found.

“Did a nurse look you over?” Phil asked, crouching down to catch Steve’s eyes when it was just the two of them and a sleeping Ted Wheeler left in the waiting room. Steve squinted at him and shrugged, but otherwise didn’t respond. “You could have a concussion – you probably do.”

“I deserved it.”

“Yeah, I know,” Phil said because he probably did. He put his hand on Steve’s knee to lift himself back up but stopped, “God, you’re shaking like a leaf. Are you-“

“Just shut up, okay?” Steve snapped at him. He looked angry and panicked for a second, and Phil was left with that sinking feeling of failure again. “I’m sorry. I’m just – I’m sorry. Just – I’m tired.”

Callahan went to get Steve a cup a water and came back to an empty chair. Steve cleaned up his act after that and then Billy Hargrove happened. Steve was in the hospital with a concussion, cracked ribs, and three broken fingers, and neither Angie nor Richard answered the goddamn phone. Fall passed into winter, spring, summer, and Hopper died.

Hopper was dead and the mall was in flames, and the only goddamn thing that Callahan can see is his nephew beaten half to hell again. Steve’s on a stretcher with a shell-shocked look, and when Callahan approached, Steve startled so violently that it looked like everything hurt.

He asked what happened and Steve told him with a choked voice that Hopper was, uh. That Hopper was gone. And Phil asked if Steve was okay and he said in barely a whisper, “No.”

Phil took Steve home that night. He made up the bed in Angie’s old room for his nephew and the Robin girl that he insisted had to stay with him, and he knows that he’s missed a lot – a lifetime – but he vows to himself that nothing else was going to happen to this kid anymore.

He doesn’t pick up the phone this time.

#this is probably as close to a proper fic that I’ve gotten recently #steve harrington #phil callahan #Officer Noodles

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heard-nsfw-is-back · 6 months

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oh my God healthy mother alert

Cw: hateful speech (homophobic, classism, cheating parents, ableist rhetoric ie learning in a classroom setting) it's not healthy but for once I wrote about a good mother son relationship. Don't worry I'll make it up next time😌

Steve and Eddie come back late from a date and unfortunately Steve's parents' car is there in the driveway. Steve feels so fucking cold and Eddie takes a deep breath and looks to him. "Wait here." Steve says, holding up a hand. He already knew Eddie was willing to come with him. At Eddie's face, Steve smiles, warm but terrified. "I'd rather deal with them alone. Don't worry sweetheart, keep the car warm." He winks and slides out the car, keeping it running just in case.

Eddie is sitting in the dark, minutes drag by and his legs are getting tired from bouncing around. Eventually Eddie sucks his teeth. "Fuck it." He climbs out of the car, careful to leave the door open in case they need to run. Or worse, walk slowly and hold themselves together. Steve was always talking about how exhausting his parents are. A nice way of saying they sucked, as far as Eddie's emotional translator was concerned.

He walked up to the house, carefully and quietly. Not that it would have done any good, he could hear Steve's father from outside. "....enough that it's a man but does it have to be that man? He's a fuck up in school Steve. He can't even graduate, it's just memorizing answers at this point he can't even do that right!" Well fuck. Ow. Eddie pantomimed pulling a dagger from his heart, trying not to giggle. Weak sauce insults were a dime a dozen. He's heard worse from 12 year old girls. Steve made a disgusted sound. "Dad you only got your first job because your father blew the old boss. We all know it." Eddie's knees almost gave out. Fuck his baby knew how to take it AND give it. "Besides, whenever I asked you for help you always told me to ask mom. Looks like you need a refresher, huh? And anyways it doesn't take a genius to make coffee you said? You broke the first two coffee makers I bought you for Christmas!"

Eddie was going to rawdog Steve the second he got his hands on him. Maybe he could convince him to do it on the driveway. Steve's dad interrupted Eddie's frankly fantastic imagination. "All we ask is for you to do well enough to get in the business and take over. Get a wife. Hell we'll find you one! But you have to go after that sick murderer! We're doing this for your own good. For the family's good." Steve scoffed. "If you have a shit about my well-being you should have been here instead of banging your secretary. Family good, my ass." Eddie grinned and made a face. Fuck Steve was so hot when he was being mean.

From this angle he could see both Steve and his dad look over at a woman that frankly, was far to gorgeous to be married to that guy. She held up a hand and Eddie swallowed another laugh, Steve looked just like her. "I've heard enough. I've just had a 12 hour flight. I've been wearing shoes that would make Madonna cry in sympathy. I'm tired and I don't want to hear anymore. Steve." And his baby looked seconds from crying. "Steve did I ever tell you I had a girlfriend in high school?" WHAT? WHAT? HUH? EXCUSE ME? Eddie's jaw broke off and bounced somewhere over where Steve's must've. "Mom. What? Like a girl space friend or a." At this Steve made a wiggle with some finger scissor. Eddie took it back, he was going to teach Steve some decorum on the driveway.

His mother just smiled. "Sweetheart I would never get mad at you for dating who you wanted. Besides I know about the secretary. Who do you think told me?" At this she made a sly wink and Eddie was going to eat out two Harringtons in his life or his name isn't Edward Munson. Joking. Mostly. Steve's father was fit to burst. "But dear, our boy is shacking up with the Munson boy! It's just not right!" His mother snapped her finger and both men stood up straight. Interesting, good to know Steve can be obedient, Eddie thought. He had to learn how to snap though.

"I've heard your complaints, dear." The word dear coming out more like a mocking thing rather than endearing. "I'm refusing to hear them. I won't have our boy, our son, trapped in some worthless, emotionless well like ours. Steve as far as I'm concerned, you're fine. All is well." She pointed at her husband. "Don't make me disgrace you with a formal divorce." She snapped when it looked like he was going to protest. "The fact that I still have your last name is vile enough, I have enough stakes in the company to keep me well fed, I will do it. And I'll take your pretty little secretary with me."

Steve looked proud, intrigued, and a little grossed out. "Mom I really. Really don't want to hear about your sex lives." At this, she looked a little considerate. "You're right. It's inappropriate. Anyway, go bring your boyfriend in, that concrete can't be good for his knees." They all looked up and Steve smiled. Eddie had hid his upper body well behind some plants but the entire lower half of his body was out to see. He waved his fingers and walked in. "Uh. Hi. Hi, Steve's mom. Steve's dad." His mother looked amused and Steve was smiling, clear adoration in his eyes. His father looked. Embarrassed. Good.

"I'll skip the small talk. If my son comes to me upset in any way, and I find out you had anything to do with it, nothing, no one, and nowhere would keep you safe from me. Understand?" Steve's mom leaned back, looking relaxed and regal all at once. "Yes ma'am." Eddie promised. "You better graduate." Steve's dad interjected. "Can it." Steve threw back. And he took Eddie's hand. "Come on." He dragged Eddie back out to the car. "You can't have a boner in front of my parents dude." Steve hissed when they sat in. "Oh shit." Eddie murmured and Steve's head hit the steering wheel.

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Crayons and Cassettes

Chapter 2: Johnny Appleseed and Iron Maiden

You are a kindergarten teacher. Eddie’s daughter, Sage, is in your class. Eddie is trying hard not to get too close.

warnings: shot mention of a previous relationship involving abuse. this fic will be 18+ in later chapters- minors DNI!! no use of y/n. (please let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: sorry for the long break! I was traveling over the holidays but now updates should be more consistent! thank you for all the love on chapter 1! please let me know in the comments or my asks if you’d like to be added to the tag list! :)

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Eddie has never really been a crier. He had to toughen up early on; having a drug addict dad and a nonexistent mom, along with becoming the town freak because of his music taste made him develop a thick shell. But, as he’s aged, and as his daughter hit huge milestones, he softened. He allowed himself to cry every once in a while. It was cathartic. He cried when Sage took her first steps. He cried when she colored him a picture of the two of them and Wayne sitting on a picnic blanket under a sun that was purple. He cried when Alice signed over complete custody to him. And now, he was sitting in his old beat up van, crying because she started kindergarten. While his little girl is still little, it’s hard to see them grow so quickly.

Eddie took a moment and wiped his eyes, chuckling at himself, feeling a bit ridiculous for crying at all. He flipped down the visor on his van, sliding open the mirror to check how he looked. His eyes were a little puffy, but it would probably go away in five minutes. He turned on the air conditioning in his car to dry his face, then turned on the radio to try to get his mind off of the subject. He’d see Sage in a few hours. No big deal. After a minute, he pulled his gear shift into drive and started off on his way to work.

Since he graduated high school, Eddie worked in the local Hawkins record store. The owner was someone who actually grew to like him after getting to know him, which was a relief for Eddie. Not many people in this town gave him a chance to even have a job with his reputation, so having a boss that had grown to treat him like family was wonderful. The old man, Mr. Atkinson, had softened a lot to Eddie after he’d had a kid, and even more after the whole custody arrangement with Alice. He’d often let Sage hang out in the back of the shop, giving her a coloring sheet while Eddie finished up his shift. Mr. Atkinson didn’t have a wife or any children, so he’d said that he planned on leaving Eddie the shop once he was gone. Hopefully that would be in a long time from now, but Atkinson was getting older, and he always told Eddie, “Gotta face the reality of it, kid.”

Eddie pulled into his parking spot behind the shop, then went in through the back door. He clocked in, said hello to Mr. Atkinson, and got to work doing inventory.

Around two thirty, Eddie was let out of his job to go pick up Sage. Normally, he’d be going in earlier to be able to leave at this time, but Mr. Atkinson knew today was her first day of school—he’d bought her a sparkly pink pencil to bring with her—so he let Eddie keep his hours short today.

Eddie finished the transaction he was working on, clocked out, waved goodbye to Joe, then walked back out to his van.

He was so excited to hear all about Sage’s day, he was practically vibrating. He wanted to know every detail he could get from her. He drove to the school, then waited in the car line until they released the kids. Because he was there pretty early, he was the 4th car in line. He sat in his van, listening to a mixtape he’d made a year or so ago, but deciding to keep the volume lower than he would have preferred in order to not cause Sage any trouble.

Once the bell rang, you walked your class out to the car line. The children who rode the bus followed another teacher out. You smiled, having the kids line up and following you. Once outside, you had them sit along the wall as you, along with a few other teachers, helped pile kids into their respect cars. You walked up to a van, smiling when you saw Mr. Munson.

Eddie cranked his window down, “Are you just here for Sage or do you have another child as well?” You asked him, unsure if Sage was his only child.

Eddie smiled, “Just Sage. How was her day?” He asked.

“Let me go grab her and I’ll update you in a second!” You called, walking to the kindergarten line and telling Sage her dad was there. She smiled and started to run to the van, but you caught up and slowed her down, taking a moment to explain why running in car line was dangerous. She nodded, then walked with you to Eddie’s van. You opened the door for her, “She did great today! Excellent behavior- she was helpful to others and engaged with the lesson.” You told Eddie with a big smile as you helped Sage buckle her seatbelt, seeing that she was struggling. “I’m sure she has a lot to tell you about though.” You said, closing her door and walking back to the front passenger window.

Eddie smiled, “That’s great. Thank you for being kind to her.” He said.

You raised an eyebrow at that, “Why wouldn’t I be? She’s a great kid.” You smiled. Sage made a silly face at you and you scrunched your nose with a small smile back.

“Well, you must be new in town. But.. yeah. Thanks.”

You were a bit confused as to what he was talking about, but you nodded anyways. “You’re welcome. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow Sage! Tell me what book you read tonight!” You smile, waving the two of them off.

Eddie pulled out of the parking lot, chatting with Sage on his way home, feeling elated that she’d had a great day. She talked his ear off for the entire drive home, on their way into the house, and right up until dinner. That night, Sage got her breakfast for dinner and her favorite ice cream before being tucked into bed. Once she was asleep, Eddie eased out of her bed and slowly walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her as quietly as possible. He felt like the proudest dad in the entire world.

Throughout the next few weeks, Eddie would see you at pick up. You’d always update him on Sage’s progress, and she was doing great. By about the 5th week of school, she was able to write her name without mistakes and knew a lot of her sight words. Throughout your interactions with Eddie, albeit short, he seems to have gotten more comfortable around you. He opened up a little more, making jokes when you’d help Sage into his van. You couldn’t tell for sure, but you thought a few times he flirted with you. You’d always been bad at figuring that stuff out, but you could’ve sworn he had. You’d wanted to talk it through with someone, but you still hadn’t made many friends that weren’t five year olds or other teachers in their sixties.

One Saturday afternoon, you were digging through your box of cassette tapes for your students. You had a few songs that you would sing with them in class- ones that would help them learn their numbers, days of the week, etc. You were looking for your Johnny Appleseed tape. It was an audiobook that included sound effects and songs. You remember your kids loving it at your old school. You had a unit coming up relating to it, but you couldn’t find the tape anywhere.

“God, where is it?” You groaned, frustrated. You swore you packed it in your move. Maybe you’d left it in your old classroom. You sighed, deciding to go to the local record store you’d seen on your way to get groceries the other day to see if they had it, or at least something similar to it. You grabbed your purse, scribbled down the tape name on a notepad, and grabbed your Walkman off of the counter before tossing both items into your bag and heading out the door.

You drove across the small town you’d quickly become acquainted with, enjoying the unseasonably warm weather. It was cool enough to wear jeans, but still warm enough not to need a jacket. You had your hair tied up, so you’d decided to roll the windows down and turn up the music on some local radio station that didn’t play anything by Hanson or Aqua. You pulled up to the store and quickly made your way inside, moving your sunglasses to rest on your head as you looked around the store, scanning quickly to find the cassette section.

You walked over and started looking through the tapes, searching intently for the correct one.

“You know, it’s weird seeing you not completely surrounded by kindergartners.” You heard a voice say behind you. You turned and saw Mr. Munson standing there, holding a small stack of records.

“Ah- hi Mr. Munson.” You smiled up at him, giving a small chuckle, “Yeah, believe it or not, I don’t sleep at the school. I do have a life.” You joked.

That made him laugh, warm and real. “Why did we all think teachers lived at the school when we were little?” He asked, turning around to start organizing the records into the bins on the opposite side of the aisle.

You shrugged, “I’m not sure. I think it’s a rumor the first graders pass down every year.” You responded, going back to your search.

“Whatcha looking for?”

“A Johnny Appleseed tape. I lost the one I had in my move.” You half mumbled, staring intently at the available cassettes.

“I can look it up for you in the Rolodex if you have the name of it.” He offered, which made you turn again.

“Yes, please, that would be very helpful.” You smiled, following him to the front counter. You pulled out the notepad you had, “I’m pretty sure this was the name of it, but anything close to it would be good.”

Eddie nodded and started flipping through the cards, “So.. why did you move to Hawkins? Most people move away from here if they’re as smart as you are.”

You rolled your eyes jokingly, “First of all, Mr. Munson, I’m not some genius- I teach the alphabet and two plus two. And secondly, I think Hawkins has a charm to it. I like small towns- everyone knows everyone and it’s very neighborly.” You smiled, “But, uh, long story short, I moved here to avoid an old relationship. It wasn’t safe back home anymore. Here, I can do what I love and not feel scared to get groceries, you know?”

You paused for a moment, then gave him a worried look, “Sorry if that was an overshare, Mr. Munson.”

“Eddie.”

“Hm?”

“You can just call me Eddie. Mr. Munson is too formal.” He said with a small smile, “And it wasn’t too much. I asked.”

You nodded and he found the right card, “Ah- I think I found it. It’s in the back, so I’ll see if I can find it. Feel free to look around, I might be a minute.”

Eddie disappeared into the back to go look for the tape and you looked around. You had a record player at home still, but you mainly used your Walkman nowadays. You looked through more tapes, seeing a few that looked good. You grabbed the new Iron Maiden album, an older Beatles one you didn’t have yet, and a couple others. You didn’t tend to stay within one music genre- you just listened to anything that made you happy. You started looking through the records as well, finding an old Elvis record.

Eddie walked out of the back with a tape in his hand and he looked over to you, watching you for a moment as you flipped a record around to look at the songs on the back. He couldn’t help but notice how pretty you were. He’d always thought that, but something about seeing you in casual clothes, outside of school, just going about your day made his chest feel tight.

After a second, he called, “I found it.”

You turned around and smiled at him, walking up to the counter, “You, sir, are a life saver.” You sighed with relief, setting down your findings on the counter as he handed you the tape to inspect, “Perfect- this is the exact one I had.” You said, placing it on top of your pile.

“You ready to check out?”

“Yep.” You smiled, “Sage is going to love this tape. I’m sorry if she comes home singing the Johnny Appleseed song.”

“She unfortunately did not inherit my musical ability.” He chuckled, ringing up your items. “Iron Maiden?” He asked, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I liked the guitar in Maiden England and I haven’t heard this album yet. Also, your musical ability? Do you play an instrument?”

Eddie looked shocked, “You know Iron Maiden.”

“I don’t just listen to Johnny Appleseed all day.” You quipped. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“But you- miss rainbows and sunshine- know about Iron Maiden. This is news.” He said, in awe.

“Eddie, I don’t live at the school, remember?” You laughed, “And I just listen to whatever music makes me feel something—happy, sad, angry— music is a good way to process your feelings. But once again, you have yet to answer my question.”

“Yeah yeah, I was in a band back in the day. Guitar and singing and all that. Had to stop once Sage came around so I could focus on being a good dad, blah blah blah.” He said, waving his hand as he rang up your last tape, “But wow. I mean, I’m shocked. Do I really want my baby girl being taught by a teacher who secretly lives a double life as a rockstar?” He teased.

You groaned, “What’s my total?”

He laughed, “You know I’m just kidding.” He said, breaking the theatrics, “It’ll be 20.57” he said, putting your items in a paper bag. “But we do have a lot to talk about. I don’t know if you can tell by the, ya know, everything about me, but this kind of music is my life. I’d be happy to give you some recommendations.”

You nodded, “That would be nice.” You smiled. He handed you the bag carefully, making sure not to damage any items. “I’ll see you at pickup?” You asked. He nodded and you walked out of the store, offering him a kind wave as you left.

Jesus, she likes Iron Maiden.

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Adventures in Babysitting

A/N- I have never in my life wanted kids but Eddie gives me the WORST case of baby fever🫣

Summary- Eddie needs your help after he agrees to watch his neighbors kid

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- Mentions of pregnancy (not the reader)

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(ugh i’m so upset i couldn’t find the gif i used before 😭 it was so cute)

You sat at the kitchen table finishing up whatever was left of your homework from yesterday. College was definitely a lot harder than all your teachers from high school said, but it made life a whole lot easier when you got to pick your classes. Thankfully during high school you were pretty responsible with your money, saving up whenever you could to afford to send yourself to college right after graduation. Nowhere too fancy, just a local community college, but it was nice being able to still hang out with your friends during the week and still have time to work and see Eddie.

You figured he was off with the guys, at band practice or doing one of their campaigns like they always did, it was Friday night after all. And those nerds did love getting deep into their campaigns and play late into the night. It was only about 7:30, so at this point they were probably at the halfway point.

Sighing, you closed your notebooks and put them back into your bag before the kitchen phone rang.

You stood from your seat and leaned onto the wall as you pulled it off of the handset and put it to your ear, furrowing your brow as you could hear a baby crying,

“Hello?”

“(y/n)? Oh thank god,” It was Eddie, and he sounded frantic, “listen i need you to come over and help me with this.”

You shook your head in disbelief, not fully understanding what was happening over on Eddie’s side,

“Help? With what? And why does it sound like you have a baby?! Are you babysitting?”

“I’m not babysitting! One of my neighbors asked if i’d watch her kid while she went out to do some stuff, she said she’d pay me so i told her i’d watch… I think her name’s Beth.”

You giggled to yourself,

“Sweetie… that’s babysitting. And it’s nice of you to watch her baby while she’s out but what do you need my help for?”

“You babysat a lot in high school, i figured you’d know how to stop her crying better than i can. She’s been like this nonstop for 10 minutes and i don’t know what’s wrong!”

You rolled your eyes and sighed,

“Ok fine, i’ll be over in 10 minutes. Just hold her and sit on the couch until i get there, gently rock her back and forth to try and calm her down.”

You hung up the phone and quickly grabbed your bag and keys, turning out the lights as you get into your car and sped down the road to the trailer park.

It was surprising that someone trusted Eddie with a baby, and you knew he really had no experience with kids. No one ever really trusted him as a babysitter until his name was cleared, but even still, people were wary of him. He had told you before about one of his neighbors, Jennifer, a young mom who was only a few years older than the two of you, and from everything he’s said she seemed like such a kind person. And she must trust Eddie a decent amount to leave her baby with him.

As you parked your car in front of the trailer, it was eerily quiet around. The gravel crunching under your shoes, the crickets chirping in the grass, it was the calm before the storm. You walked up the steps and knocked on the door, waiting for Eddie to let you in like he always did. He opened the door and your eyes widened.

His hair was pulled back but it was still messy on top of his head, the shirt he was wearing had a little bit of spit up on the shoulder, and a tiny baby was being held in his arms. Her little hands balled up into fists as she whined and cried in her purple onesie that was a bit dirtied up from her spit up. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes,

“Thank god you’re here, what do i do?” You stepped in and closed the door behind you as Eddie went back to sit on the couch, rocking her in his arms.

“How long have you had her?”

“Only an hour, she was fine earlier! I mean she pulled at my hair so i had to put it back but i don’t know what made her start crying-“

“Jennifer’s her mom right? Did she give you a diaper bag or something?” You looked around and spotted an unfamiliar bag on the kitchen counter, quickly going to grab it and bring it into the living room, rummaging through it. You pulled out a small, soft blanket, one of her baby bottles, a new onesie to change her into, and everything you would need to change out her diaper, “I’ll take her off your hands for a bit, you lay that mat out and get all the diaper stuff set up around it and i’ll try to calm her down a bit.” You gently scooped her up into your arms and Eddie did exactly as you said as you held her close to you, petting her back to calm her as you gently bounced up and down, softly whispering to her as Eddie finished up.

“Ok, it’s all set up. Now what?”

“Now, we’re gonna change her,” You gently laid her out onto the mat and undid the buttons on her onesie, “and you can change your shirt and feed her when we’re done.”

As you started to undo the little elastics on her diaper, Eddie cringed and covered his nose, making you giggle.

“Ugh, thats her?!”

“Yes it’s her! You have to check her diaper like every 30 minutes, babies can’t really control when they go.” You cleaned her up and handed him the dirty diaper to toss, “Here, go throw this one away while i get her dressed, and then you go change.”

As he walked back into his room after tossing the dirty diaper, you slipped Beth into a new, clean onesie and grabbed her a pacifier as you picked her back up. Her crying had stopped the moment you put her back into your arms, but she was still whining as you gave her the pacifier. Her little blue eyes opened finally and you smiled as she looked up at you, petting down the wisps of dark hair on her head, whispering softly down to her as you gently bounced her in your arms,

“Shh, it’s ok sweetie…”

“You’re really good with her. Well, better than me.” Eddie said with a laugh as he walked back into the living room in a fresh shirt, his hair retied and fixed up.

“You learn a thing or two after having to watch them all the time.”

He walked over and stood behind you, looking down at Beth with a smile as she looked up to him,

“She’s real cute when she’s not crying you know.”

You giggled and turned your head to kiss his cheek,

“And you’re cute when you don’t have baby vomit on your shirt. I’ll hold her for a few, you go warm up her bottle and then you can feed her.”

“Why don’t you feed her? She seems to like you a lot more.”

“Because her mom asked you to babysit, not me, so she’s your responsibility still. I’m just here to help.” You sat on the couch as Eddie went to the kitchen to warm her bottle, “And if you’re gonna babysit, you have to know how to take care of a baby.”

You looked down at her in your arms and smiled, her little eyes wandering all around the trailer before becoming fixed on Eddie as he walked back into the living room, sitting next to you with a bottle in his hand.

“Did you heat it up right?”

“I think so? What’s the right way to do it?”

“There’s really no ‘right’ way to do it, you just have to make sure it’s not too hot for her. Put a little bit of it on the back of your hand, if it’s warm then you should be ok.”

He did as you said and wiped the spot of milk off of his hand onto his shirt,

“Fells fine.”

“Good! Now you take her,” You carefully gave her to Eddie, making sure she was comfortable in his arms as he leaned back onto the couch, “and you’re gonna make sure her head it tilted up just a little bit while you feed her.” He was following your instructions very carefully, adjusting her head slightly as it rested in the crook of his elbow.

He took the pacifier out of her mouth and replaced it with the nipple of the bottle, holding it up for her. It was finally quiet in the trailer. Peaceful.

Seeing how Eddie was being so careful with the little baby in his arms made you smile. He’d been around kids before, and he was always great with them, but taking care of a baby was an entirely different story. As she was laid peacefully in his arms, he was thinking about how her mom must feel. He was exhausted after just an hour but he couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have to take care of something so small and fragile 24/7.

As Beth drank from the bottle Eddie was holding for her, her hands reached up and her little fingers wrapped around one of his and you could feel him tense up slightly.

“You ok?”

“Yeah…” He said quietly with a gentle smile, his eyes never leaving from the baby in his arms.

You leaned your head onto his shoulder,

“I think she likes you.”

“You think so?” He said with a laugh, “She really liked yanking on my hair earlier, she’s got a tight grip!”

“Well i’m sure you liked to pull your dads hair when you were a baby,” you said with a giggle, “babies don’t know it hurts when you pull on other peoples hair.”

He smiled, but stayed quiet for a moment, deep in thought.

“Do you think i’ll be a good dad?” His eyes finally looked up from the baby in his arms and met yours. You could hear the slightest bit of fear in his voice and his eyes were glossy. He was thinking about his childhood, his parents, everything that led up to him living with his uncle. He’d never been in a situation that made him think over something like this, but holding that little girl in his arms and having her finally be so peaceful around him made him realize he really didn’t know what he was doing when it came to kids, let alone babies. His parents definitely didn’t know what they were doing with him when he was a baby.

You gave him a gentle smile and softly kissed his lips,

“You’re gonna be a great dad. It takes a lot of learning when you’re a parent but i think you’re gonna do great when we have kids.”

“But my dad-“

“You’re not him.” You cut him off quickly, wanting to destroy any thoughts of him becoming like his dad. He wasn’t someone who scared easily, but you knew that becoming like his dad was something he feared more than anything else in the world. “You’re not anything like him, and you know you’re not.”

He said nothing, only nodding before giving you a quick kiss, looking back down at Beth as she finished her bottle.

“Looks like she’s all done,” he pulled the bottle from her lips and slowly lifted her from his arms and supported her head as he laid her over his shoulder, “and i’m supposed to pat her back right?”

You nodded and gave him a gentle smile,

“Yep, but be gentle, just do it until you hear her burp.”

He patted her back for a few moments and chuckled as he heard the tiniest squeak come from her over his shoulder,

“Man, i forgot how cute babies are,” he lifted her off of his shoulder and set her upright in his lap, her little hands balled up with one of them in her mouth, “they’re so tiny. We were this tiny once.”

You laughed and reached a finger out to tickle Beth’s tummy, making her smile in Eddie’s lap. He then did the same, moving his hand down to tickle her as she giggled again.

He moved himself down onto the floor with her still sitting in his lap,

“Hey, grab one of those bigger blankets from the bag would you?”

“Yeah sure,” you stood and walked back over to the diaper bag, taking out one of the larger blankets out and laying it onto the carpet, “what for?”

He gently set her down onto the floor on her tummy and sat down before her,

“Jen said to let her crawl around for a little bit before i put her to bed, and she was looking kinda sleepy,” you sat down on the floor across from him as he laid himself out on the carpet to face Beth, her little eyes peeking up at him made him smile, “i wanna see if she’ll crawl over to me.” You could hear a hint of excitement in his voice.

You watched as he laid out on his stomach, looking at Beth across the blanket on the floor,

“Come here Beth, come on…” He tapped the spot of blanket before him to get her attention and she slowly inched her way towards him, grabbing small spots of the blanket in her little hands and kicking out behind her to push herself forward. His smile got bigger and bigger as she came closer and closer, the littlest smile on her face as she kept pushing herself forward.

There was suddenly a gentle knock on the door and you stood up from your spot on the carpet,

“I’ll get it, you stay right there.”

As you opened the door, a woman just about your height was standing there before you. Dark hair, bright blue eyes, this had to be the Jennifer that Eddie had been telling you about.

“Hi! Are you (y/n)? I’m Jennifer, i’m Beth’s mom, i just came to pick her up.”

“Hi, yeah, it’s so nice to meet you! Come on in,” you let her inside and shut the door behind her, “they’re just over here in the living room.”

As the two of you stepped in, you could see Beth’s little hands gripping onto the hair on top of Eddie’s head. Jennifer rushed over to grab Beth,

“Oh gosh, i’m sorry Eddie, i should’ve warned you that she liked to pull hair.” She said with a laugh, taking Beth into her arms after removing Eddie’s hair from her grip.

“Oh it’s no problem.” He said laughing as he stood up from the floor, folding up the blanket and getting Beth’s things together into the bag, “I’m glad i was able to give you some time away from her for a little bit, she’s adorable but i know babies must be pretty stressful.”

“Yeah, she’s a bit of a handful sometimes, but me and Matt are managing. It’s just been tough since he switched over to the night shifts at work, it’s been hard to find time to run out and get errands done but i really appreciate you watching her Eddie, it means a lot.” she reached into her purse and pulled out a few $20’s, handing them to him, “Here, it’s the least i can i do for having you take her on such short notice. And (y/n), i’ve got some for you too, i hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”

“Oh, no, you don’t need to give me anything! Eddie did most of the work with her, i just came over to help, i hope you didn’t mind.”

“Of course not! To be honest, it’s the two of you i really trust with her out of everyone else in this park. Eddie was such a big help while i was pregnant and i really appreciate everything he’s done to help out me and Matt.”

You remembered a few times that Eddie told you about a couple months back. He would help her up the stairs to their door during the last few months of her pregnancy, and would even go over and mow the lawn for her while Matt was out at work, he was the only one out of everyone else in the park to help them out when they needed it.

Eddie finished gathering up Beth’s blankets and bottles into the diaper bag and handed it back over to Jennifer,

“Well, anytime you need someone to look after her, i’ll gladly take her off your hands.”

Jennifer slung the bag over her shoulder and held Beth with the other arm, her little hands reaching back out to grab for Eddie, making Jennifer giggle,

“Well it seems like she’s gonna want to see you again soon. Do you think you’d be able to watch her again next week?” She gently bounced Beth in her arm as she started to yawn, leaning her head onto her moms shoulder.

“Yeah, absolutely! I’m always here if you need a babysitter,” He said with a smile, “And don’t worry about paying me, you guys are stressed enough as it is with her and i know moneys probably pretty tight.”

“Eddie, you’re an angel, really you don’t know how much i appreciate you watching her.” Beth started to slowly drift to sleep in her moms arms, her little blue eyes closing and the pacifier in her mouth almost falling out, “I think i better get back home before she decides to wake up again, i think we both need some sleep. Thank you both again for watching her.”

“Of course! It’s no problem at all!” You said with a smile, walking with her to the front door and opening it for her, Eddie following soon after to say your goodbyes as Jennifer made her way back to her trailer with Beth over her shoulder.

You shut the door and turned back to face Eddie,

“You are too sweet, who knew ‘cult leader’ Eddie Munson was so good with babies.” You said with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Well like you said, i should probably learn how to take care of them, especially if i’m gonna be watching her a lot more.” He smiled down at you, arms going around your waist, pulling you in closer for a kiss, “You know when we were talking earlier while i was feeding her you said ‘when we have kids’, not ‘when i have kids’… Trying to tell me something?” He smirked and raised an eyebrow, making you laugh.

“No babies! Not right now at least, but i mean, we’ve been dating for how long now? And we’re getting older, and getting into the whole ‘domestic’ kinda thing, maybe eventually we’ll have one.”

“You think so?” He held you close by the waist, his forehead resting on yours, “Might be nice to have a little (y/n) or a little Eddie running around here.”

You giggled at the thought, a little curly haired toddler running around the trailer, Eddie holding them while playing his guitar, and you know he would be the best dad he could be.

“Maybe…” You smiled and leaned up to give him another kiss before he reached his hands down and hoisted your legs up onto his waist.

You giggled and wrapped your legs around his hips, his hands firmly holding onto your ass to keep you up,

“But we definitely don’t need something like that right now, taking care of a baby 24/7 doesn’t sound like that would be too fun. Besides…” He trailed kisses up and down your neck as he carried you into his bedroom, “i think making a baby sounds like a lot more fun.”

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 14

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warnings: mentions of surgical methods? Nothing too gross. Lil bit o’fluff if you squint. Not super angsty

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Your throat tightened at Winnie’s words. You tried your best to talk calmly to the clearly overwhelmed and scared mother. Your heart beating in your ears as you asked her what hospital she was at. After she told you, you hung up the phone and dashed to put on shoes as quick as you could. On your way to the hospital you called Steve. You could barely get your question out, your eyes burning with tears, so Steve just told you that he and Becca were on the way and they’d meet you there, you needed to focus on driving and getting there safely. After throwing your car into park at the hospital you shot a text yo your parents, letting them know that Avery would be spending the night with them because something came up. The automatic doors to the emergency room opened as you practically ran to the desk, probably scaring the poor receptionist.

“James Barnes. I need to know where he is?” It took all your energy to just speak his name.

“Ma’am are you family? We’re only allowed to give patient information to their emergency contacts…” the receptionist trailed off as you interrupted.

“I don’t care about emergency contacts! My partner was in an accident and his mother told me to come here, now tell me where he is!” You were running the gambit of all the emotions you’d withheld in the last week and we’re currently settling on anger. When all of a sudden you heard a young voice cry from the other side of the waiting room.

“MAMA!” Your head whipped around at the voice as you saw Becca struggling to get out of Steve’s arms, eventually succeeding, and running full speed to vault into your arms. Cue the waterworks yet again. You squeezed Becca into a big hug and willed the tears not to come but then you looked at her face. Her face that Bucky’s gene had essentially said “copy and paste” of his own. She looked tired and sad, but not sad in the way that she knew what was going on. No, Becca seemed more sad that her favorite adults were sad.

“Oh Becca-bug, I missed you so much,” you spoke softly as you held the six year old close to your chest. She wrapped her legs around you and held tight.

“I missed you and Avery so much, mama,” her voice smaller than it had been when she barreled down the hallway after catching a mere glimpse at you. The softness in her voice seemed to make you realize that she’d stopped calling you Y/N… and she’d graduated to mama instead. Your heart swelled and happy tears came to your eyes. The fact that Becca looked at you like a maternal figure meant more to you than you could unpack in that moment. You walked up to Steve, a sad smile on his lips at the sight in front of him, and he gestured to a room tucked into the hallway. The door opened to reveal a distraught Winnie being tended to by Bex, she’d been in town for Bucky’s birthday tomorrow. The second Winnie saw you she bounded out of her chair and pulled you in for a hug with Becca right in the middle.

“Thank you so much for coming, sweet girl,” she whispered in your ear as she picked up Becca to hold her close. The fact that the six year old looked a lot like Bucky probably gave the older woman some comfort. Steve cleared his throat from the back of the room and gave a nod of his head to you, gesturing for you to meet him in the hall. As you shut the door behind you, you were almost immediately enveloped in a bear hug by Steve Rogers himself. When you looked up, you could see the tears starting to form in his eyes and your bottom lip wobbled in response, visible proof that you were seconds from having your foundation crumble.

“He was so excited to see you. Called me all out of the blue to watch Becca and I immediately said yes. I’ve been on the jerk’s ass all week to call you and when he finally grew the balls to do it this happened. Hit by a drunk driver the cops said,” Steve spoke quietly, not making eye contact with you. You could tell he felt guilty for something that wasn’t his fault.

“Oh Stevie, you know this isn’t your fault. Not in any way, shape or form did you cause this to happen. It’s the drunk driver’s fault and believe me, if they’re alive we’ll be taking them to court,” you spoke soothingly, trying to keep Steve calm. He opened his mouth to speak when the doors to the emergency room waiting area were opened. A doctor with dark hair and a serious expression was walking to the room with Winnie and the girls, the two of you eyed each other and hurried back to the room as fast as possible. You opened the door to Winnie telling her to wait while you came back. When you were all settled, with Becca in your lap of course, the doctor started.

“I’m Dr. Mindy Summers and we just got through working on James Barnes. He’s in a recovery room now but we expect he’ll be moved to a regular room in a couple days. I expect you’ll be allowed back there one at a time in a little bit.” The whole room let out a breath of relief, you moved your hand through Becca’s curls, using your senses to keep you grounded.

“There was a hiccup. Due to the state that Mr. Barnes was found, his left arm was completely pinned between two large pieces of metal. My colleagues and I tried our best but we were not able to save the arm, so we had to perform a shoulder level amputation on his left arm,” Dr. Summers spoke softly as if to lessen the blow as the sighs of relief from earlier turned into gasps of shock. Dr. Summers continued, “when Mr. Barnes is awake and cognitive, we’ll begin the process of deciding whether he’d like to be fitted for a prosthetic. We have one organization that we work with that has found a way to provide a well-fitted and neurologically connected prosthesis to our patients that weighs no more than a regular limb. And it’s all for a very reasonable price.”

Udaku Tech. She’s describing Shuri’s work. I knew I made the right decision investing in them, you couldn’t help but think those words in that moment. Small pride from past decisions whispering in your ear.

Thank you, Dr. Summers. Do you know when we can see him?” Winnie spoke but her voice cracked. She was trying to maintain a brick facade for Becca and Bex but you knew she was seconds away from losing it all.

Dr. Summers looked upon her patients mother with pitied eyes as she responded, “let me find out what I can do. I know they’ll only really allow one of you at a time for now since he’s still under from the anesthesia. I’d like to say they’ll probably allow you back first thing in the morning at visiting hours. I’ll get the receptionist to give you his room number so you can find your way tomorrow. Now please, go home and get some rest. He won’t be waking up for a bit.”

Her reassuring tone brought down some of the stress and anxiety that was palpable in the room before she went to find a nurse about the situation. Dr. Summers returned not long after with Bucky’s room number and another reminder to get some sleep. Bex was going to stay the night with Winnie at the hospital in the waiting room for surgery recovery patients. Winnie had begged you to take Becca home with you, just for the night. So you agreed. You packed Becca up in Avery’s car seat and took the exhausted six year old back to her apartment. Becca had refused to sleep in her bed, wanting to be near you, so the two of you crawled into Bucky’s bed. His scent still fresh on his sheets summoned a wave of emotions within you. You sobbed with your face in your pillow, trying desperately not to wake up the sleeping child next to you.

Becca was waking you up bright and early the next day, your eyes were so puffy from crying yourself to sleep that you had to use one of her uncrustables to decrease the swelling. After checking in with your parents and Avery, and making sure Becca was dressed and ready, you headed to the hospital. The drive over wasn’t too long and Becca spent it regaling you of the events of her last week and how she missed you and Avery so much and she couldn’t wait to play with Avery again. A quick stop for coffee and the two of you were meeting Winnie, Bex and Steve in the waiting room. You’d brought some small toys for Becca to play with, hoping they’d entertain her for the time being, and sat down in the hard, uncomfortable chair. Winnie and Bex hadn’t been back there to see Bucky yet but they had been given the okay to do so. Winnie was just waiting for you. It warmed your heart the way the older woman acted as if you were just important as her own flesh and blood. It made you admire her as a mother and as a friend. After double checking that you, Steve and Bex were okay with waiting with Becca, she disappeared down a long sterile looking hallway. The three of you played with Becca for a bit, taking shifts on whose turn it was to play with the unicorn toy she’d gotten for Christmas from Avery, and occasionally shifting your focus to the news. Finally Bex broke the silence.

“My brother’s an idiot,” she stated flatly looking at you. Her bluntness causing you and Steve to gawk. Bex waved her hand as if to say ‘get over it, it’s fine’ before she continued, “he told me about everything. About how he was ignoring you to process his feelings blahblahblah. One thing you need to know about James Buchanan Barnes? He’s a chicken. His fear response is to run away, he’s the literal embodiment of the flight end of the fight or flight spectrum.”

Her tone made you and Steve stifle giggles. You knew she was serious but you also couldn’t get over how casually she was saying all this. Your giggles spurred her on, “but if I know my brother…I know you mean the world to him. You and Avery both. You’re right up there on the list with Becca and Steve and that’s saying a lot. He just needed some time to think about things. Did he need almost a week? No, probably not. Did he think he was saving your feelings by not talking about it immediately? Absolutely. Like I said, idiot.”

“She’s not wrong,” Steve added under his breath, bringing a small smile to your lips. You went to answer but your response was cut short by Winnie’s return, fresh tears in her eyes from her visit with Bucky.

“They told me I could bring Becca with me. And that it might be best for her to see him while he’s asleep,” she spoke softly.

You took that as your cue. You bent down next to Becca and spoke as calmly and soothingly as possible, “Miss Becca-bug, Nana wants to take you to go see daddy, okay? He’s sleeping though so you have to be verrrrry quiet and gentle, okay?”

Her blue eyes reached yours, excitement swimming in them as she nodded and left her toys behind to grab onto her grandmother’s hand. And then they were off. And the three of you were left in the waiting room once again. You broke the silence this time.

“I’m going to…find the cafeteria or a coffee shop or something for a little breakfast for Becca and Winnie when they get back, just call me if something happens.” Steve and Bex took in your face, seeing the need to be alone for just a few minutes, as they nodded in unison and told you what Winnie would eat.

You walked around the hospital. For a business with multiple investments in the medical field a hospital always made you uncomfortable. Everything was too white, too sterile and too confusing. You swore the hospital was a maze with the only goal to get you trapped in the middle with no way out. You followed tens signs for the cafeteria until you finally stumbled upon it. The line was long and suddenly you were thankful for the time away. It would give Steve and Bex the opportunity to see Bucky as well. You decided to sit down and eat your breakfast first, taking in the events of the last week and mulling over them over bland scrambled eggs and over cooked bacon. Finally you bought some food for the rest of the group and made your way back to the beginning of the maze.

Winnie and Becca had returned and Steve was missing. Bex informed you that she’d also been back there already and when Steve got back it would be your turn, if you wanted. Winnie mentioned that the nurses seemed a little concerned that Bucky hadn’t woken up yet which only ratcheted up your stress levels more. Bex told you that he looked better than she expected, a little bruised up but just as ugly as ever, the latter part earning her a slap on the head by her mother. You handed to food out to everyone and held on tightly to Steve’s, your fingers nervously picking at the styrofoam box. You saw Steve before everyone else did, a tired look of sadness on his face. You tried to pay attention to what he saw but your heart was thundering in your ears until Winnie approached you.

“It’s your turn, sweet girl,” she spoke softly, running a hand up and down your back encouragingly and soothingly. And so with every fiber of your being you walked down the achingly blank walls of the hospital until you reached the door for room 306. You slowly opened the door, the sounds of medical machines reaching your ears before you could lay your eyes on Bucky.

That was the mistake. Seeing him laying in the hospital bed completely vulnerable. A black eye and a severely bruised cheekbone. Shallow scratches sprinkled over his face, and stark white gauze of a wound dressing at his left shoulder. And so you did what, apparently, you do best. You say down and cried. Someone had pulled up a chair right next to his bedside and so you sat there and took his right hand and bawled. You cried for Bucky and his injuries. You cried for his past and an ex who manipulated him. You cried for yourself and Avery and the love you were never given by a man who was supposed to care for you. When you finally stopped and caught your breath, you started to speak.

“Bucky I am so so sorry. I’m sorry about everything. The accident. Dolores. Brock. This week. But I had to tell you. I couldn’t just keep it all a secret,” you whispered. You decided to talk about everything that had happened in the week. You told an unconscious Bucky about all your arguments with Avery about not seeing Becca, about your surprise to Becca calling you mama but you didn’t mind, and when your brain finally ran out of things to tell him you paused and thought long and hard about what to say next.

With a light squeeze of his hand you spoke, “Bucky when I received the call from your mom my whole world stopped. I was convinced I’d lost you. The love of my life,” you revealed with a small smile as you kept your eyes on Bucky’s hand, “cats out of the bag now… I realized it, fully realized it I guess, last weekend. I guess I have the confidence to say it now that I know you aren’t paying attention but god I love you, Bucky Barnes. And I’m so scared of spending the rest of my life never feeling how I feel when I’m with you.” You snuck in the paraphrasing of the Dirty Dancing quote for good measure. Sniffling a little more and clearing your throat you finished, “And now I need you to wake up. You gotta wake up so I can grow the balls to tell you that when you’re awake, Buck.”

Fresh tears reappeared in your eyes and you moved your hand out of Bucky’s to wipe them away when a raspy, groggy voice broke through your sniffles.

“I love you too, honey. But did you just quote Dirty Dancing?”

a/n: ehe, hope this makes up for the last chapter a teensy bit

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cancerianprincess · 8 months

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Erik & Aniya: “Graduation”Blurb

A/N: Found this chillin in my notes from way back when—I’m glad I did. Needed a self-indulgent fic for the rescue tonight, seriously. Y’all enjoy 🤎

“I tried to tell you that wasn’t gon’ end well.”

“I don’t wanna hear it, Erik! You didn’t even make an effort to try and act civilized in front of my family today.”

“Hold on..” Erik couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “How you gone try and call me uncivilized when all I did was tell the truth, hm?”

This nigga was honestly finna make you blow a gasket. “You being for real right now?” You blinked at him. “You called my mom ‘a fake ass Claire Huxtable’!!!”

“Wrong.”

He paused while you looked at him, waiting to challenge your already growing irritation.

“What I said was: ‘she needs to chill out and stop acting like a fake-ass Claire Huxtable, with her condescending boujiee ass’!! That’s what I said.”

Jesus fix it, all you could do was pinch the bridge of your nose. “You say that like it’s any better, Erik..,” you trail off exasperated. “How could you do that at my graduation cookout?! All I wanted was for today to go smoothly!”

Your best friend sneered and threw a mean side-eye at you, adjusting in his seat as if to prepare for the fallout. “Aye, don’t be coming at me sideways, Aniya. You shoulda been telling your mom that for the way she was acting before I even said anything. She honestly lucky that’s all I said to her.”

“So you think that makes it okay for you to do what you did?!” You could feel your nostrils flaring and eyes beginning to burn as you went on.

“All I wanted was to get the cookout over with, with minimal damage, so I could get out of there and head to the real turn up to celebrate MY day. Yes, I knew you didn’t wanna go, Erik, but you knew how much I needed you there to help get me through it!”

Erik was doing his best to maintain his composure and not misdirect his anger at you. “Well then why do you still let her talk to you that way then, huh?? I mean, you literally a grown ass woman, yet she still treats you like a damn child! It’s aggravating as hell, Aniya, and quite frankly I’m tired of you having to endure that shit. Hell, I’m tired for you!! So am I sorry for putting her in her place for being rude as hell to her own fucking daughter, on one of the biggest days of your life? Hell nah, fuck allat.”

Silence immediately fell over the car. You shrunk down in the seat of the car, wanting to shout something back, but fell quiet once you realized your best friend did have a point. Now you actually did feel like a small child, but only because Erik had been more adamant about standing up for you, than you had been about standing up for yourself at your grown age.

“Look,” Erik said breaking the fresh sheet of ice. “I ain’t mean to scream ‘atchu like that, aight? That’s my bad, Niya.”

You stole a quick glance at him to see if he was still angry, which was a sight you hardly enjoyed witnessing. Catching sight of it, Erik continued his attempt to still the waters.

“I just think you deserve a mother who doesn’t criticize everything you do.” He paused for a second. “I just want you to be able to tell her how she actually makes you feel—which is shitty. And then pick ya head up and remind yourself how much of a boss you are.”

Great. Now you were staring hard as fuck out the window, trying to discreetly wipe away the few tears that had managed to escape.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” You felt a hand tug at your wrist. “Don’t cry, aight?”

Erik’s grasp moved from your arm to your chin, turning your gaze to him once more. “I was being a dumbass, I admit it. But I was only tryna do what was right and stand up for you, Niya.”

“No I know.” You swiped carefully to avoid smearing your makeup. “And I appreciate that, E, I really do.”

“So…you forgive me?” Erik did that little puppy dog thing he always did to get off the hook.

You turned your lip up at him. “Fine, but only so you’ll stop making that stupid ass face! I hate when you do that.” Despite feigning an attitude, you couldn’t totally suppress the sneer-grin combination playing at your lips.

“Girl bye, you know I’m cute as a muhfucka.”

You rolled your eyes at him, not bothering to contain your amusement that time. “Boy bye, gon’ head.”

“See, don’t even start ya neck rolling and shit.” He flipped the dash mirror down to do a check before hopping out the car. “It’s still your night and I promised I would take you to finally have some fun. So bring ya lil’ ass on we can get this party popping!”

ou smiled and checked your face one last time, not being able to help yourself as Erik opened your door and escorted you into the kickback.

#erik x black reader #erik killmonger #collegeboi!erik #killmonger x reader #erik stevens #softboi!erik #birkin bag #michael b jordan #black panther #best friends #friends to lovers #self indulgent fic

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genyasglockk · 2 years

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warnings: brief mentions of suicidal thoughts. like very brief. this is a steve whump. nothing super awful but i do make my boy very sad.

Nobody was there to celebrate Steve Harrington finally getting his high school diploma. Steve didn't look out to the crowd and search for familiar faces when he walked across the stage. He knew he wouldn't find any. Nobody came to the ceremony just for him. There wasn't an uproar when his name was called. There wasn't anyone proudly shouting that's my boy! Steve wasn't anyone's boy. He was barely anyone's son. After the final speeches and the "congratulations class of '85. you've made it. we know there's so much in store for all of you," Steve drove himself home. He pushed through the clusters of families and slowly made his way to his car. He tucked his diploma into the passenger seat and pulled out of the parking lot. The radio didn't play, and Steve didn't notice.

He decides to stop at the diner and treat himself to some pancakes to go. When the waitress brings him his box of food, she smiles and asks "Oh, you just graduate? Congrats! These are on the house then, big guy." Steve had forgotten he was still wearing his cap and gown. He desperately wished he'd remembered to take them off as he sat in the car and tried not to cry over the fact that some stranger decided to be nice and give him some free shitty pancakes because he graduated and that's something worth celebrating. Steve had spent every day for the past month telling himself that he didn't care about people celebrating him today. He didn't care. He didn't want anything from anyone, and he didn't need anything from anyone. Especially not today.

He graduated from high school. Big fucking deal. Plenty of people get that done all the time and they do it way better than he did. Graduating was something he was supposed to do. He wasn't special. Today was not special. It's not like he fought tooth and nail to be able to walk across that stage. It's not like earning his diploma felt more special than surviving literal monsters did. Because Steve hadn't expected to graduate. He hadn’t expected to scrape by the way he did. When he realized he’d actually passed, he was surprised. The kind of surprise that wasn’t present when he survived his first Demogorgon. Don’t get him wrong, the thought of holy shit I’m gonna fucking die had most definitely crossed Steves mind a few times during every encounter with the Upside-down, but deep down, Steve knew that some interdimensional monster wouldn’t be the thing to end him.

That would’ve been too kind. Too merciful. Life was too cruel to Steve Harrington and that’s why he was so sure it wouldn’t let him have the easy way out. Steve wasn’t suicidal. He’d never kill himself. His will to live was just weaker than others. The only reason he tried so hard to keep himself alive was for the sake of protecting his kids.

The diploma in his passenger seat meant more to him than the life flowing through his veins. And wasn’t that just sad?

The drive home was long and silent. Steve could barely remember pulling into his driveway and making his way to the front door with his pancakes and diploma in hand. He didn’t come back to himself until his back hit the couch.

The house was as quiet and sterile as he left it. Pathetically, a small part of Steve, the part of him that was still young, had thought that maybe his parents would come around this time. That he’d see his dad’s car parked out front and his parents would be waiting for him inside with a cake. Waiting for him with a kiss on both cheeks from his mom and a pat on the back from his dad. As if his parents had ever bothered to do anything like that before. As if they’d care.

Steve opened his box of food and decided to dig in with his fingers. He chewed quietly and stared forward at nothing. His pancakes had gone cold. He was still wearing his cap and gown.

“Congratulations to me.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington whump #ao3 #this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so i decided to finish it #i love stuffing this little guy with trauma

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 4 months

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Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #4: “Fighting for Family” Ch. 4

A Week Later…

Miss Frankie is waiting for someone like Jesse did in the Wooden City episode while looking down depressingly

Monique: Hey Frankie! Saw the court vid! You doing good?

Miss Frankie: Don’t care.

Ms. Paris: Congratulations on getting your ass kick.

Miss Frankie: Go fuck yourself.

Then, Miss Frankie sees Principal Cooke and Ms. Perez with Kevin, Jamie, Darcy and their friend Trevor as she waves at they head over there.

Miss Frankie: Wait. Darcy?

Darcy: Hey Frankie. It’s been awhile since graduation from college.

Miss Frankie: Sorry I was late. I had a court day.

Jamie: Court day? What happened?

Principal Cooke: No need for us to tell her. We saw Frankie on the video getting arrested after calling a judge a bitch, a big fucked up bitch and nothing but a bitch!

Kevin tries not to laugh.

Miss Frankie: She couldn’t handle that she literally sucks fat shit! Now I gotta wear this! shows them a device on her foot Plus, I’m in a boat load of car rent because of my stupid fucked up car!

Ms. Perez: We’re so sorry…

Trevor: Man that is fucked up. Sorry to hear about that. Also, I’m glad you guys came to my girlfriend Louise’s cafe. You already known her since middle school, like we did. Right?

Miss Frankie: Yeah, we did.

Ms. Perez: Yeah. Poor thing has been raising her daughter for 4 years since her wife Maude passed away in the car accident. I’m glad she’s doing better.

Then, the adults sees Phoebe walking with human Yumyulack and Human Jesse. Human Yumyulack however is depressed about something.

Principal Cooke: Yumyulack?

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: What’s wrong Yummybear? You look down in the dumps today.

Human Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: Oh, I changed my name into Baxter Cool to make myself stand out at school, but it turns there is a kid named Baxter Badass. So, now those guys call me Baxter C. and then Mark recognize me.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: How?

Human Yumyulack shrugs.

Human Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: I don’t know. I guess the voice is a dead give away and… suddenly sees Stacy G, now a teen waitress Holy shit, is that Stacy G of the Stacies?

Human Jesse is confused but looks and blushes.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Holy shit! What happened to her? Her hair is now tanish brown instead of red and is all puffy and what happened to her looks? She looks like Keri Russel from the Waitress movie.

Human Yumyulack: I don’t know but we should talk to her.

Phoebe MacCarthy: Must’ve realize that her friends are a toxic influence. Glad you kids don’t hang out with those mean kids.

Then, while writing down an order, Stacy G sees Human Jesse and gasp as she drops her journal. Stacy G then looks lovingly at Human Jesse as a romantic pinky background appears. Human Jesse goes up to Stacy G.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Hey Stacy G. It’s been awhile since you’ve been in the woods searching for Slender Man.

Stacy G: Yeah, I kinda lied about that. I just need to get away from my ex-friends.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: What?! You hate being a Stacy?

Human Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: But why?

Stacy G sighs.

Stacy G: When I moved here two years after my other mom Maude died, I tried making friends and when I heard two girls Stacy K and Stacy F are a duo, I decided to join them. But I was wrong. They were jerks. They were even mean to unpopular girls. The last straw came on Valentines’ Day. The Headphone Guys and Stacy K and Stacy F teamed up and played a mean prank on me saying Annie wanted me to be my Valentine but it turned out to be a mean prank… that got cockroaches to fly out. After I got heartbroken, I found out the Stacies replaced me with Stacy H and I decided to not be friends with them anymore.

Human Yumyulack starts crying.

Stacy G: Are you crying?

Human Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: A little. sniffs

Phoebe MacCarthy: Hey there. I’m Phoebe MacCarthy. I’m the kids’ nanny.

Stacy G: Oh hey. So, I’m going back to school in two weeks. But, I will no longer be with the Stacies. And luckily I can still work on Tuesday, Thursdays and Sundays.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Oh my god. I am so sorry. No wonder you didn’t came to school the other day during the fungus thing. You were trying to make friends, but it ended badly. It broke you heart, didn’t it Stacy?

Stacy G nods and sheds a tear.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Well, I would like to be your friend.

Stacy G: You do?

Human Jesse giggles.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Of course. You deserve a real one, plus I think Monica would like you too. sees Janice and Randall walking towards the grown ups Holy geez, is that Randall?

Randall remorsefully comes up the grown ups while Louise sees her old friends and her boyfriend.

Randall: Hey. Guys. It’s great to meet you guys after all these years.

Jamie: No way! Randall?!

Randall: Uh hey uh guys. I wanna say it’s nice to meet you all, and I’m sorry for turning into a psychopath that hates children, got greedy for money and for nearly killing one of neighbors Korvo-

Kevin: It’s okay man. No big.

Jamie: Yeah. We heard about the new stand. Nice business.

Principal Cooke: Wait. You almost killed Korvo?!

Randall: I’m sorry! The last few years have been hell for me ever since I had a horrible Halloween as a kid! I really do have problems! cries hysterically while Janice comforts him Also, I didn’t mean to try to kill my neighbor.

Janice: H’no, it’s okay, y’know.

Trevor: Yeesh. sees Louise heading outside Oh hey baby.

Louise: Hi, Trevor.

The couple kiss while they then see Phoebe with the human Replicants.

Louise: walks over to Stacy G while Monica arrives Hey sweetie. Glad to see you patching things up with your classmates.

Stacy G: Thanks, mom.

Miss Frankie: So why do you wanna meet here?

Jamie: Oh. Something about the Solars turning human, also Quasarblast decided to take a break after that stressful ceremony. Glad he deserved it. I saw his text. But it looks it’s up to us guys.

Darcy: We also saw Terry as a human at our dinner party

Suddenly, Human Terry appear.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Huh? hides behind the wall but then receives a text from Pupa Aw man, another dog refuses to fuck? How dare they? Coming Pupa!

Stacy G: Wait, what? No way, Jesse and Yumyulack Solar? Is that you what happened?!

Human Yumyulack and Human Jesse awkwardly look at each other.

Human Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: Long story. But, I think we should go looking for Korvo. He’s been gone for a week.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Yeah. I think he still feels pretty bad about a something lately.

This gave the adults an idea.

Principal Cooke: That’s it! Korvo! He can help us! He can invent something to stop La Smaragdus!

Darcy: But isn’t Korvo still mad at us for the past things we did to him?

Randall: Aw cheer up guys. I’m sure he’s changed back by now. I bet he’s home right now.

But when the grown ups along Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse, Stacy G, Monica and Phoebe arrived home, they see dogs all over the place.

Principal Cooke: What the hell? Why are there dogs everywhere?!

Human Jesse: Sweet grapes!

The group head inside and gasp upon seeing the dogs while Human Terry is in a pimp outfit and counting down money next to human Pupa with a security guard. A dog took the device off of Miss Frankie, who scream a bit.

Phoebe MacCarthy: For God’s sake, Terry.

Security Guard: Hey! Humans are not allowed in here! I keep telling you, this is a brothel for dogs!

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Hey, man. It’s cool. I know them.

Then, a space mound spider came and starts sucking on the man who began to feel relax.

Jamie: It’s okay Terry. We know it’s you. And we won’t tell anyone over something your husband doesn’t want to tell us.

Human Terry smiles.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Actually I have been wondering where Korvo is. Can you guys go find him, while the kids and I check the neighborhood?

The grown ups thought about it.

Three hours later…

Cooke, Frankie, Perez, Jamie, Darcy, Kevin and his family, Randall, Louise, Trevor and Janice arrived at Night Club with sexy people. Music in background:

Kevin’s Wife: Woah. What the fuck is this place?

Waitress: The Earth-4 Night Club. A place for the grooviest fucking sexy people alive.

Jamie: I believe you are describing me. Darcy slaps him on the back Sorry honey.

Darcy smiles then the grown ups and two kids walk by the place while looking around.

Principal Cooke: What the fuck is Yumyulack and Jesse’s dad doing at a fucked place like this?

Kevin: Maybe he turned human and he is like a sex dancer or something.

Human Korvo: offscreen Well well well.

All: Huh?

Ms. Perez: What?!

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: My human neighbors and mortal enemies. What a surprise.

Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie: Korvo?!

Jamie faints while Kevin’s wife drops a glass of wine in shock. To everyone’s shock, Human Korvo looks different. He is now wearing a ponytail with a hair tie with an emerald on it that looks like his robe crystal, he is wearing icy blue lipstick makeup on his lips, his ruined robe is now fixed and turn into a suit jacket, his Shlorp boots have been turned into lady high heels and he is now wearing a black shirt with a purple word that says “Bitchin’” on it. Music in this background:

Janice: H’no, you turn into the most gorgeous human we have ever seen y’know.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: Aw, thank you.

Jamie: Damn, what happened to you? You look different, especially with your new clothes.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: Not bad right. It’s been a good couple of days. So I probably bet you’re here to say I told you so about being a human.

Darcy: Damn. You’re hot.

Ms. Perez: What?! No! We actually need your help Korv-

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: It’s Korey.

Miss Frankie: What? Why the human name change? And…. Oh… it’s you and your new family’s civilian identities huh?

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: Yes and… suddenly realized what they said You guys… need my help?

Miss Frankie: Yes! Terry needs you!

Principal Cooke: Yes! Quasarblast is not here! He’s on break! We gotta create something to stop La Smaragdus- hears a gasp

It turns out Human Terry, Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse, Human Pupa, Phoebe, Monica and Stacy G have arrived as they ran up to Human Korvo while Human Terry kneels down in recoiled shock.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: K-Korvy!

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: laughs nervously Hey, Terry.

Principal Cooke: Uh Terry, we can explain.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: You never looked more beautiful!

Human Korvo blushes. The two husbands then kiss while Human Korvo picks up Human Terry and carries him while kissing.

Stacy G: Wait, that’s Korvo? How?

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Uh…

Human Pupa Solar-Opposites: Korvo! hugs Human Korvo I miss you.

Human Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: No way! You look hot! Where have you been K-Dog?

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: Well…

Later, while Human Korvo was buying a new bus turned into a space ship…

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Wow. That explains a lot but it’s okay honey. You’re beautiful both Shlorpian and human to me. I still can’t believe you got caught up on the biz like I did.

Human Korvo however is still remorseful for making his family worried sick about him.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Are you really upset about the whole thing?

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: No. Not the fact that we can shapeshift into humans now and can’t walk the Earth as aliens anymore. But, it’s because I didn’t tell you where I was and made you all worried about me.

Human Terry sighs.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Aw, it’s okay Korvy. We know why you did that.

Human Korvo smiles.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Yeah. We’re really glad you got into some human culture.

Human Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: We’re just glad you’re alright.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Plus, is it true that you miss us?

Human Korvo starts sobbing.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: sobbing It’s true. I’m so sorry Terry, I got caught up with my new look and-

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Aw Korvy. hugs human Korvo while comforting him and soothing him Shh… it’s okay… I’m here.

Human Korvo keeps sobbing as mascara runs down his face and blows his nose into Human Terry’s shirt.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: There. Let it out honey. soothes Human Korvo’s face in a comforting manner

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: smiles Oh Terry, I love you. Also, I’m so grateful you all came for me. Thank you.

The two human husbands kiss. As they keep kissing, the kids, Phoebe, Monica, Stacy G and the other human adults hug the two husbands. Then, Human Korvo sees Stacy G and grows confused.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: Who’s that?

Louise: Oh, that’s my teenage daughter. Stacy G.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Hi!

Stacy G: Hey. So, what’s the plan Mr. Opposites?

Human Korvo then got an idea as he makes a genius smirk.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: I think I just came up with one. the group then huddle together Now, here is our plan.

Special thanks to @avaveevo, @asikreading, @themagicwolf6677, @king-of-squishmallows and all of my watchers for their ideas and support.

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sarifinasnightmare · 8 months

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Leaving the Nest

Rating: For Everyone

Pairing: Sarah X Bucky

Author's Note: I completed the Summer Prompt-fest! What do I win???

Summary: First day of school and Sarah can't help herself.

August 26-31: Back to School

“Come on, babydoll, you can do this.” Bucky said as he massaged Sarah’s shoulders in comfort.

Sarah sniffled as she put the finishing touches on AJ’s lunch. “It’s okay, I’m okay.”

“Are you?”

“No,” she muttered and finally a tear leaked out that she hastily wiped away with the back of her hand.

Bucky smiled and kissed her cheek. “We talked about it yesterday.”

“That was yesterday. This is today and today is the beginning of the end.”

His arms slipped around her waist, hugging her tight. “It’s going to upset him, and we agreed that we are proud-”

“I am proud, but he’s my baby and-.”

AJ, all six feet of him, runs down the stairs, squeaky clean, smelling good and dressed to impress with an excited grin on his face. He took one look at his mother and groaned. “Mom, please.”

Sarah couldn’t help it; she rushed to her son’s side and hugged him tight. “My baby’s a senior!”

The teen looked over at his stepfather with a tired smile.

Bucky shrugged. “I tried.”

“I know.” He hugged her back and tried to free himself from her grip. “Momma, mom, please, you’re going to wrinkle the threads. It’s okay, we still got a year.”

“You’re going to be so busy and then you’ll be off to college like Cass and then you’re going to be a man and forget to call me-”

“Cass always calls you.” Bucky gently reminded her.

“Where did my baby go??” She sniffled as she squeezed AJ’s cheeks before tugging him down for kisses.

Being an obedient son, he gave into her kisses even as he winced in embarrassment. “Momma you’re not going to be crying all over the place like you did to Cass?”

“I didn’t cry all over the place!” She insisted.

“Momma, you cried on his first day of senior year, his last day, prom, when he got accept to college, his College Signing Day, and graduation and don’t forget when we all moved him into his dorm!” He rattled off with a grin. “I’m surprised Uncle Bucky doesn’t have a mop ready!”

The super soldier chuckled under his breath.

Sarah puffed up with indignation. “Can’t a mother be proud?”

“Yeah of course, but it makes me sad to see you sad.”

“I’m not sad! I’m just thinking that time is going to fly and soon Bucky and I are going to have an empty house.” She sighed, then flapped her hands. “Oh I’m being ridiculous! I know you’re going to have a great year and I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“Thank you!” He kissed her cheek. “Is that my lunch?”

“Yup,” Bucky interjected, bringing his stepson the large cooler. “I think she packed you half the fridge.”

“Dang Momma!” He said, taking a peek. “This is great!”

“Can’t have my scholar going hungry.” She grinned.

“Love you too.” AJ replied as he shouldered his backpack. “I’m driving right?”

Bucky magically produced the keys. “You earned it. Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

He eagerly took the keys and fist bumped his stepfather. “Aren’t you still wanted in several countries?”

“Semantics.”

“Okay, I’ll just play it by ear.” He kissed his mom once more. “I’ll be home afterschool.”

“Wait, wait! We need to take a picture!!” Sarah ran to get her phone.

“Mom!!”

Too late, photos were taken, and more kisses were given before AJ was finally able to leave for school. Bucky and Sarah watched from the porch as the youngest Wilson got into his car and drove off. She sighed and he kissed her temple.

“You’re such a sweet mom, babydoll.” He murmured against her hair.

“I just want him to know how proud I am and how much I love him.”

“He knows, they both know.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“C’mon, I’ll take you out to breakfast. Let’s celebrate their success and all your hard work. You deserve it.” He offered.

Sarah smiled up at him, comforted.

#sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #sarahbucky #buckysarah #all caps bingo 2023 #sarahbucky bingo #tfatws #tfatws fic #in love in delacroix #fleur de louve #fleurdelouve

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spooksyanderefactory · 7 months

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What if the anxious person noticed Ram was getting weirdly gaslighty or felt bad about constantly asking for him to escort them and started trying to find better ways to cope the majority of the time? Possibly slowly doing so without the requests for help, maybe even without telling him depending on whether they spotted the gaslighting or not?

he'd cry. Genuinely, he'd think you didn't want him anymore. Not that it would stop him. He'll be with you even if you don't want him. Or craft a plot...

You had been a little nervous, but you couldn't put off doing your laundry anymore. Your washing machine broke down on Tuesday, and you didn't have the time nor the funds to fix it yet. You knew that you could have asked Ram for a new one, but you wanted to be a little bit more independent.

"I really don't wanna" You sighed as you entered the laundromat. It was quiet since it was eleven p.m. You spent the majority of the afternoon trying to convince yourself that it would be okay. You shoved your dirty laundry into the machine, pouring the detergent at the top, and slipping the quarters into the proper slit.

While waiting for the clothes to wash, you were scrolling through your phone. You got a text about an article from Ram. You quickly skimmed through it. It was about the rise in crime in Slickback City. Which is where you lived. Granted, it was never a safe city, but the rent was cheap. Down at the bottom of the article it made a special mention that laundromats were especially at risk.

'Did you read it?'

Ram's text message brought you back from reading the article.

'yeah' You texted back. You were surprised he was awake. Normally he sleeps pretty early.

'it's good you're home'

You freeze. You really did debate on telling him, however, you needed to learn how to do things on your own.

'yeah'

Right when you hit send, hear a shattering sound, as if a bat hit glass. You look over and that's exactly what happened. Trying to control your breathing, you look up and are face to face with a huge man. He was about 6'5. You looked at the bat, riddled with nails and glass. The bat was no longer structurally sound but was far more intimidating. Yeah... what is breathing? you forgot.

"I'm merciful, just don’t scream and I won't put my bat through your fuckin skull," He muttered near your ear. Honestly, you couldn’t even scream if you wanted to, everything was caught in your throat. You just nodded. He turned away and signaled to the rest of his gang.

'help' was all you texted to the first contact in your messages, which was always Ram. You shoved your phone back into your backpack. You were still struggling to calm down because all you're fears were proven right. You shut your eyes, hoping that everything would just fade away. Suddenly, you were picked up.

"Sorry, I was late," Ram was holding you, "I was getting the police."

You turned to see police arresting the gang. Ram was carrying you back to his car. He placed you gently into the passenger seat.

"That was probably really scary, why don't you stay with me the night. You know my family specializes in security, and my mom misses you... You were always her favorite."

You laugh. His mom did like you but liked your friend Robin more. It was always an ongoing joke between you and Robin. Although, you hadn't seen Robin since high school graduation... Apparently, Robin moved out of Slickback City.

"Yeah, yeah, Maybe I am now" you joked to lighten your own mood. He locked the car.

"I'm going to talk to the police now, before we head to my home real quick, okay?"

"Don't I have to go?" You weren't sure how it even works, but usually don't the police question the people who were there.

"It's okay, They'll probably get your testimony later. Plus it's late, You need sleep so just rest for now"

It was clear that Ram wasn't going to budge. You just got comfortable in his car.

___

Ram couldn't have been more pleased. He headed back inside the laundromat. The 'police' had uncuffed the 'gang members'. The tall leader of the group grinned.

"How did it go, boss?" his gruff voice was full of amusement. He started working for Ram about three years ago. He found Ram's 'little crush' really fun to watch, plus the pay is really good.

"I think it worked perfectly, Griff," He began slipping a few hundred dollar bills to Griff, "The rest will be transferred into your bank accounts."

They all were employed under the Bright Corporation. Although Ram was the heir, he had to make sure he only used his own branch of workers. His parents didn't care if he used vast amounts of money, the only limit was he had to use it in a smart way. When he was younger, he made PowerPoints to convince his parents of something. Now, he was already running a small branch. And this is a worthwhile investment. Every time you thought of going out without him, you'll remember this time, and be less inclined to go out without him.

Plus you might be scared enough to want to sleep in the same bed with him. A strong bonus.

"Hey, boss, You there?" Griff was waving his hand in front of Ram. Ram coughed and almost choked on his spit,

"yeah?"

"You dreaming about your 'little crush', huh?" Griff loved teasing Ram about you, "Thinking about all the different positions? They are cute and small. You thinking about them kneeling and-"

Ram had hit Griff in the thigh with a hammer pretty hard. Ram had calmed down after hitting Griff again,

"One: everyone is small compared to you, Griff. Two: Don't even talk about them in that way ever again."

"yeah, yeah, sorry boss" Griff half apologized, Ram's reaction was still funny to him, "Go to your 'little crush' or they might start thinking something is wrong."

"Bye," Ram excitedly walked back to the car.

"Crazy bastard," Griff muttered while counting the bills. He turns to the rest of the gang, "Let's go get drunk!"

Everyone cheers in excitement.

___

You were asleep, in his car. It was very comfortable with the seat warmers. Ram sat in the driver's seat. He gently taps you awake once you reach his home.

"huh?!" You weren't even aware of the driving.

"Come on in, we still have your 'unofficial' room" Ram jokes as he ushers you inside. You didn't even change, you just went back to sleep once you reached the bed. You were too exhausted with the day to even stay awake for a moment longer. so you slept.

#yandere ocs #yandere male #yandere ram #Ram is the only one with lackeys. He just pays them.#Also Griff acts like an Older Brother in the worse sense #Just loves messing with Ram

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eddiesmxse · 2 years

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Savior - Eddie Munson x Reader pt2

Masterlist Pt1

Warnings || Cursing, mentions of drugs, mention of a dead character, slight bickering between the reader and a traumatized ™ eddie…lazily written s4 Plot (gonna have to look up the script anyway but don’t think it’s gonna be spot on hehehe), Not much happening this part unless I just keep writing and writing okay lemme stop. Enjoy! 🫶🏾

He wouldn’t stop shaking. He couldn’t stop shaking. Here he was, scared shitless with you, you a few meters away. Ready to give him a tight hug or a let him cry in your lap. This was so insane he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Hours ago you made the declaration of never tutoring or seeing him and although one of those he didn’t like … here you were. Wait. Why were you here? Why did you come to his trailer that late? And in your work uniform, which he noticed after sobbing his eyes out. The tight blue shirt with red sleeves hugging your chest and your black skinny jeans tight around your legs.

“Why were you there?” He questions quietly, lifting his head from your lap.

“Hm?” You mumble, looking up from the spot of the floor you were spacing out to.

“Why were you at my trailer?” He questioned again, sniffling and wiping his eyes so they were rid of tears.

“Oh uh- well I was coming to take back what I said. At lunch. I know we have our differences but everyone should be able to graduate, so I want to help tutor you” You give him a tight lipped smile, trying to be as nice as possible. You figured entertaining this conversation would keep him occupied but unfortunately you’ve used up a good amount of your nice points to comfort this man and you were starting to run out.

“Really? You’re gonna help me?” He says a little louder, sitting up straight. “No bullshitting?”

“Nope. None. I know you don’t wanna be in highschool anymore so of course I’ll help you. But that’s it, nothing else” You finish, crossing your arms and sitting back.

“Thank you, really it means a lot. Thank you.” He repeats himself, sitting back on the couch and crossing his feet, stretching his legs out.

“Are you feeling better?” You say softly, glancing over to him.

“A little” He mumbles weakly, picking at the skin of his fingernails. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine, just trying to figure out how I’m gonna get back to my car and back home before my mom starts calling around Hawkins like she’s crazy” You exasperated, standing up and rubbing your temples, closing your eyes for a second.

“Didn’t you have a Date?” Eddie speaks up again. First of all .. that was out of nowhere and second of all, what lie can you possibly tell to get him off your back. You definitely weren’t going to tell him the thought of him invaded your entire head and made you bail on the date. So you decided you weren’t going to lie but instead, avoid the question.

“Eddie I really think we should go to the cops. We both can’t stay here-”

“I’m not going to the cops Y/N. They’re going to blame me and I don’t want that. You can go. No one saw you.” He cuts you off, turning away from you a little. Feeling not so relaxed when you brought the police up.

“I can’t leave, my car is there and honestly I don’t want to go back to it- I’m a very curious person and I will most likely go into your trailer to see what happened so no” You huff, sitting back down and looking to him. “We’ll both wait here till I think of something.”

And you both waited. It’s about 2am and unfortunately you couldn’t think of a damn thing. Before you knew it, Eddie passed out from exhaustion. He had been crying for hours on end so you understood. You shortly crashed after him, body too tired from the 8-hour shift you worked and brain too fogged from the horror story eddie told. You’ll have to deal with your frantic mother later. You’re starting to realize this whole things is going to affect you too.

* .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ * .♡

“Max we need to find Eddie, now!” Dustin exclaims, getting up and heading towards his bedroom door.

“Wait! There’s something else” Max started, shifting from foot to foot. “When Eddie ran out of his trailer there was some girl standing outside, they hugged- well he fell into her but- that’s not the point, she drove off in Eddie’s van. she left her car”

“Wait lemme get this straight, Eddie had two girls over?” Dustin was very confused. Last he knew it Eddie had no game so for him to have Chrissy Cunningham over and someone else, something is totally wrong.

“No! She pulled up after Eddie got there I think. Like I dunno 10 minutes or so, she had one of the shirts the employee’s wear at the arcade” She adds, frowning when Dustin’s face lit up.

“Y/N! Wait- wait so if y/n was with Eddie- then she had to have gone back to get her car. Right!? Right so let’s go see if she knows where he is!” He rambles, grabbing his backpack and walking out his room.

“No! No her car is still there- she didn’t come back. She’s gotta be hiding with Eddie” following him out the room, she caught up to his side.

“Okay then that means we’re looking for two people how great-” He grumbles, thinking for a second and looking back to max with wide eyes. “Oh shit- oh shit oh shit shit shit” running out the house, dismissing his mom off, with a very confused and agitated max on his heels.

“What are you saying oh shit for?! Spit it out!!!” She yells, pulling dustin back by his backpack.

“If Eddie’s name is with the cops, so is y/n’s, her car is there! This is very bad, COME ON” He yells, running to his bike, max already taking off on her skateboard.

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You were getting tired of sitting around. Eddie was still asleep when you woke up and you were getting nervous. This was getting you nowhere and you were now positive your mom was going crazy. How the hell were you going to explain this? What even is there to explain?! Eddie’s story might be true but come on, no one in this dumbass town is going to believe that. And how was this happening again? First it was Nancy Wheeler’s best friend, Bob Newman who sometimes came and fixed the cameras in the arcade. Your fellow peers, who weren’t really your peers but it was still odd seeing “Remember us” poster’s around and annoying ass Jason Carver giving speeches at every recent pep rally. The saddest one, well sad for you…was possibly Chief Jim Hopper.

You used to help him around the precinct, not to fight crime or any of that bullshit but to help Flo with answering phones and such … in return get free donuts and attendance notes to get out of school. Hopper was a great man, he took you in after the tragic passing of your dad. Cared for you when your mother was to overcome by grief. You would be lying if you said you didn’t cry when you heard the news. Something just wasn’t right with Hawkins and you couldn’t wait for the day you got out of there. Now you could possibly leave Hawkins pretty soon … in the not-so-alive way. God you have got to find a way out of this.

You were too distracted by your thoughts to notice a groggy Eddie waking up and stretching. He was not too happy about sleeping on this busted ass couch. Not that his mattress is any better, but at least his bed had the perfect firmness he needed. He was having all kinds of kinks in his back. He groaning and exaggerated stretches caught your attention.

“Morning Eddie” You greet, turning to him slightly. “Feeling better?

“No. My back hurts and I just watched a girl die right in front of me” He says flatly, sitting up a little and rubbing the sleep out of his eye.

“I think I should go find some help. I could go get Dustin- or Mike!” You start, trying to think of some kind of plan instead of sitting around.

“Mike is in California and I’m pretty sure Dustin wouldn’t care where I was because he just saw me. He probably doesn’t even think I’m missing!” He exclaims, stand up and starting to pace.

“They probably think I’m crazy…they’re gonna hate me- they’re gonna pin this on me because I’m the fucking ‘freak of hawkin’s high’ … Eddie Munson goes off the rails killing Sweet Innocent cheerleader due to dungeons and dragons” He mega rambles, panicking- pacing faster after every sentence. He didn’t catch you getting up and flinched a little when he felt you grab his shoulders from pacing and turn him to you.

“Hey, you need to keep it together okay? I can’t have you freaking out on me. You’re right, they probably don’t know you’re missing but that’s a good thing, the cops don’t give out information, aka, suspects for cases until they’re certain you’re the guy. I can leave your van and start walking till I get to my friend’s house- she lives not too far from here and I can ask her for some hel-" You were cut off when you heard the gravel outside the house crack. Soon enough you started hearing voices and doors closing and you grabbed Eddie’s hand in an instant.

You dragged both of you out the back of the house and into the boat house a few yard behind the house.

“Think your plan’ll work out now? Hm?!” Eddie whisper shouts, terrified yet again.

“Just fucking- hide!” You slap his arm. You both look around like dumb idiots until you looked to the boat in the middle of the room. “Oh fuck it” You grimaces, Eddie getting in first and then helping you as fast as he could, throwing the tarp back over to cover you. Woah, you both really didn’t think this through because Eddie is very close and he is damn near laying on top of you. Fucking shit.

“I just don’t get why you think they could be here, it’s pretty obvious..” Steve states, walking closer to the door of the shed.

“If it’s obvious Steve, why are we here and not the cops? Hm?” Dustin quips back, sass lacing his tone. “Yknow im sick of you doubting me, it’s disheartening” He adds, opening the door and walking in.

“Im not doubting you doofus, it’s just- sometimes it’s okay to admit you’re wrong.” Steve finishes, holding the door for Robin and Max.

“Can you two shutup and stop with the bickering, we’ve got a task to do here” Max groans, starting to walk around the place looking for clues.

Okay this is exactly what you needed. Dustin was here! Steve and robin and Max who you don’t really know but you’ll be glad to meet her! If Eddie would fucking let you take the tarp off. As soon you heard their voices you wanted to jump out and hug your fave little freshman. Before you could you felt a tight squeeze on your wrist and your eyes landed on Eddie who had a hand up, holding a broken bottle. You were squinting as if You were saying “what the hell are you gonna do with that?” Because cmon, what could they possibly do to you guys. Other than help you. What didn’t help his paranoia was the fact Steve decided to poke the boat’s tarp. You could heard Dustin and Steve bickering again, every second the oar hit closer and closer to you and Eddie.

It all happened so damn fast. Eddie was jumping out the boat, pining a shaken steve to the wall with the broken bottle to his throat. Everyone were panicking, first for the jumpscare Eddie totally caused and the frantic pleas for him to not cut Steve’s throat they’re here to help!

“Eddie, calm down! They’re here for us! Just calm down” You reason, struggling to get out of the boat until max came over and helped. “Just put the bottle down and let Steve go alright?”

“Listen to Y/N, We’re cool! I swear on my mother!” Dustin promises, holding his hand out at Eddie. “Right guys?” You all agree in unison.

Eddie was shaking, glancing around the room. He was so conflicted because yes these were all familiar people but he is fucking terrified and the only person he could trust right now is you. Like yes unfortunately but he was certain you weren’t out to get him because one, you were there and two, you believed him. So after looking at you one more time for some reassurance he pushed Steve away. You immediately went up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder while he slightly stumbled back, sitting on the wooden table in there, staring at a blank spot.

Dustin slowly walked up to him, bending in front of him and glancing up at you sympathetically, looking back to Eddie, reaching to put down the hand that was still holding the broken bottle, nodding his head when Eddie flinched. “Okay, okay, we just wanna talk- we wanna know what happened” He says softly.

“See Eddie? It’s fine” You keep the tone dustin had, finally getting the bottle out of his grasp and putting it down, bending slightly next to Dustin. “Tell them like you told me”

“They won’t believe me” He sniffles, shaking his head and looking at you for a second. A sad, broken hint to his eyes.

“Try us” Max says, raising a brow and fixing the strap on her shoulder.

Eddie tears his eyes from yours, looking up at her and nodding, explaining to them the horrific, unbelievable story.

And that’s part 2! I hope you guys enjoyed. I have a lot of dialogue and I love dialogue bc I get to make Dustin and Steve do their bickering (one of my fave duos). You’ll learn more about the reader soon and I’ll be doing more for Eddie x reader in the next chapter, rn the plot kinda matters bc I want this fic to make sense to you guys, I’m loosely following st4 but I just hope I’m doing it right lol idk. But I’ll be starting up part 3 soon. Byeee

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@gyubby99 so here's this. Beware mommy issues.

This is my OC Aponi when she was alive.

Slight Alastor x OC fic

Warnings: mentions if addiction, assault, abusive mothers

Mother Knows Best

Lilly took a deep breath as she walked to her car after graduation.

She hadn't told her family yet but she was planning to move in with her boyfriend, Jason in a few weeks.

When lilly got home, her mother was waiting.

"Mom! What are you-"

"Jason's father called me. You're moving out?" Deborah asked.

"Mom its.... I was gonna tell you dad and Gabriel today I swear," Lilly muttered as she hung her head A bit, not making eye contact.

"Dont mumble. Look me in the eyes, girl. Are you stupid?" Deborah asked.

"No ma'am," Lilly answered.

"Moving in with that boy? He is a no good peice of shit, Lillian," Deborah scolded.

"Mother he loves me!" Lilly argued.

"'Loves' you?! Please Lilly thats demented!" Deborah shouted.

"But mother I-"

"This is why you should never leave!" Deborah interrupted. "Dear God, this whole romance that you've invented just proves you're too naive to be here!" Debirah stated as she walked up to her daughter.

Lilly stood there, tears so close to spilling even though she knew if she began to cry she'd get into more trouble.

"Why would he like you? Come on now - really!" Deborah taunted. "Look at you - you think that he's impressed?" She asked as she held up her daughters hair to make a point about how messy Lilly was. "Don't be a dummy," Deborah stated, Lilly's eyes widened. "stay with mommy.... Mother-"

"No!" Lilly interrupted. She was finally done with her mother's abuse.

"No? Oh..... I see how it is." Debirah smirked as she walked toward her daughter menacingly.

Rapunzel knows best Rapunzel's so mature now Such a clever grown-up miss Rapunzel knows best Fine, if you're so sure now Go ahead, then give him this

"You think you know best?! You think you're so mature now. Such a clever little grown up miss," Deborah scolded.

"Mother I-"

"So Lilly knows best! Okay you're so sure now. wanna move out then go ahead. All he wants is to sleep with you!" Deborah shouted.

This is why he's here! Don't let him deceive you! Give it to him, watch, you'll see!

"That is the only reason he wants you Lillian! And if you give it to him you are a whore. Don't let him deceive you!" She continued.

"He loves me!" Lilly shouted.

Trust me, my dear That's how fast he'll leave you I won't say I told you so - no Rapunzel knows best! So if he's such a dreamboat Go and put him to the test

"Oh Lillian you are so stupid! The second you give him an inch he will leave you so quickly you won't won't have time to blink!" She snapped as she said that to illustrate her point. "Fine. Since you know best now, go and put him to the test and be a little slut!" Deborah shouted before she began to stomp out of the room.

"Mother wait!" Aponi called.

If he's lying Don't come crying Mother knows best...

"If you move out, you will no longer have a family here. You are no longer my daughter, and I never want to see you again!" Deborah shouted as she slammed her bedroom door leaving Lilly alone in the living room.

Lilly's phone started to ring.

"Hey babe! Didja tell your parents yet?" Jason asked from the other line.

"She knows..... she.. told me she never wanted to see me again," Lilly answered.

"Oh god.... oh my flower I am so sorry," Jason stated.

"Can I stay at your house until we leave?" Lilly asked.

"Of course baby. I just picked up some picture frames for us so we could hang up some pictures right away when we move in!" Jason replied.

Lilly smiled. "Thanks J.... I'll pack my stuff and I'll see you in like an hour okay?" Lilly asked as she walked to her room.

"Okay! See you soon! Love you!" Jason exclaimed before hanging up.

"... love you too..." lilly muttered to no one.

Aponi woke up in the middle of the night.... she groaned as she stood up and walked to her bathroom to splash some water on her face from the memory..

Lilly sighed as she looked in the mirror.

She caught a glimpse of the rope mark on her neck and touched it gently with her hand.

Lilly walked down the hotel stairs in only a baggy t shirt and underwear.

She walked to the fridge in Husk's bar and spotted some juice.

The light flipped on, startling the butterfly demon.

"Shit!" She shouted as she jumped up.

"Ah sorry darling!" Alastor exclaimed. "Could you not sleep?" He asked as he grabbed some raw food out of the fridge.

"Uh no.. i.. I couldn't.. too many memories. You?" Aponi asked in return as she poured herself some juice.

"Oh I don't sleep, my dear!" Alastor answered.

"Pft. I wish I didn't need sleep," Aponi stated as she leaned against the counter and took a sip of her drink.

"My dear, I've been meaning to ask; why don't you drink alcohol?" Alastor asked.

"Oh uh.... when I was alive I.... I was a druggee and a drunk. I was working on being sober. I was successful for a while until I died. Haven't had any alcohol since," Aponi explained.

"Ah. Very interesting. Tell me what drinks you like, I'd be happy to send nifty out to get some!" Alastor stated.

"Thanks. I might take you up on that.... anyways. I should probably go re-brush my teeth and get to bed. It was nice talking to you. See you tomorrow!" Aponi stated as she walked backbup the stairs and to her room.

She slept the rest of the night, peacefully after that.

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.o| It's a small world : O |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, graphic depictions

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« - Here, next time your mom tells you not to jump, don't. Okay?

- Thank you, Dr. Kim.

- Put her on antibiotics, and clean the stitches every day, if you see them red and swollen come back and see us.

- Well, say good-bye to Dr. Kim and his lovely assistant?

- Goodbye. »

Dr. Kim watched the child leave the room before signing a few papers and handing them to the nurse, before huffing and puffing. Kim Taehyung was a genius, a veritable medical freak: graduated at just eighteen, he had broken all records, making him the most coveted and admired doctor in the whole country. A pediatrician with many diplomas under his belt as he wishes to help as many children as he could. Another deep breath passes his nose as he lets his back rest against the armchair, running a sweaty hand over his face. Truth be told, after seventy-two hours on call without stopping, he needed a full pot of coffee, or three nights' sleep in a row.

« - Doctor Kim?

- I swear to God, if you come to tell me another kid took a flying leap off a toboggan, I'll kill you.

- It's a good thing I came to tell you your shift's over. Dr. Ming just arrived. Shall we go home together?

- Gladly. »

Without further ado, the doctor leaves his armchair to follow the young nurse down the long, colorful corridor. Separating only to go and change, allowing Taehyung to take a hot shower to sign the end of his shift for the next two days. Outside the night is pitch black, the overcast sky heralding the arrival of a big storm, and he's not surprised when the black car is already waiting for them in front of the entrance.

« - Jimin?

- I can't decently let you go when you just had three days of abusive work and Elyzabeth twenty-four hours.

- Who warned you?

- I do, I don't see myself driving and getting into your car is out of the question. I value my life. »

Elyzabeth smiles proudly before climbing into Jimin's car, taking the passenger seat while Taehyung climbed into the back, tiredness weighing heavily on his shoulders and not wanting to had the headache for a simple seat. He let his head fall back against the window, ready to begin his long-awaited night, before hearing the door open without anyone being able to do anything about it, and a strange noise being heard. The newcomer seems to be hiding behind a black and white bandana, his hood and the darkness of the car preventing them from seeing anything of his face, and none of the three recognize the assailant's voice as he begins to speak.

« - You're doctors, aren't you? Perfect. Don't be a clown. You're going to follow my instructions very nicely, or I'll blow your brain out and then it'll be the pretty doll's turn.

- I'll do it. I'll do it. W-we will do whatever you want, I promise... »

Anxiety builds in the car, as the man gives clear directions, leading them directly to an obviously abandoned warehouse. He first makes Taehyung get out, so he has someone to aim at and make sure the other two follow suit before making them move forward to reach the back. Several visibly armed men seem to be whispering things to each other, before the sick man with the bandana pushes Jimin towards the middle.

« - Heal him. You can do it, can't you? If you don't, I'll shoot your two buddies. But first I'm banging the powder puff.

- I... I can't fix him. You got the wrong guy.

- What? What do you mean I got the wrong guy?! »

The fact that he raises his voice makes the beautiful Elyzabeth instantly tense up, although she's already tensed at the idea of being taken for a sexual object. She hesitates between taking several steps back and crying or trying not to have an anxiety attack. Closing her eyes tightly as she hears him start to panic, cursing several times as he starts aiming his gun at the three of them in a row.

« - Aren't you a doctor? Damn it, why didn't you say so, huh?!

- He's not a doctor, but I am.

- Oh, yeah? »

The gun turns to Taehyung and Jimin can be heard yelping as Elyzabeth takes a deep breath, trying to calm the anguish coursing through her veins. Without further ado, Dr. Kim strides into the middle of the room, confident as he look for why they had bothered to kidnap three people and the urgency of the situation. Lying before him, on the white and green hospital bed, a man appears to be fighting for his life. The wound in his abdomen and the blood covering his hands are a bad sign, and he wastes no time in ripping off his clothes.

« - Elyzabeth, I need assistance. Do you have a surgical kit? A suture kit? A scalpel at least?

The men stand open-mouthed, looking around like idiots before another voice echoes through it.

- Didn't you hear the doctor? Let's get him what he needs, damn it ! And get moving ! »

He doesn't need to shout to make himself understood, and like thousands of little ants setting off they all start to move, mostly in circles, while the newcomer grabs Elyzabeth rather violently by the arm, forcing her to join Taehyung already pressing on the bullet's impact.

« - It seems that Dr. Kim has called you my pretty, so let's get a move on.

- Hey, don't hurt her !

In a show of solidarity, and certainly thinking that the newcomer wasn't armed like his colleague, Jimin pounced on him, being easily dealt with by a punch that probably broke his nose, followed by a shout from the pretty Elyzabeth.

- Stay in your place. Just because you've got a nice ass doesn't mean you can touch me. »

Seeking her composure, Elyzabeth joins Taehyung, even more so when the guy with the bandana returns to point his gun at Jimin, seeming to understand the situation fairly well. When at last they have what they need, Taehyung is meticulous, as he is with every operation : opening cleanly, checking whether the bullet extraction is necessary or dangerous, before suturing cleanly and professionally. Asking his patient's friends to come and hold him, who doesn't seem to appreciate the raw sutures. When he's done, Taehyung turns to look at the assembly.

« - He needs a blood transfusion, he has lost too much, and antibiotics. Do you have paper and a pen?

One of the armed men looks at him, before taking a notebook out of his pocket with a Bic pen, and Taehyung takes it without thinking, writing several lines on it, before signing it.

- Do you need anything else ? Or can I go to sleep ? »

#bts os #bts #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #taekook #park jimin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #hoseok x oc #yoonmin

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