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luveline · 4 months

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kisses before dinner — steve comes home to his girls after a long day. 2k, mom!reader

Steve has a back ache twinging between his shoulders that takes his breath away as he takes the step up into the front door. It gets caught on the latch, which is awesome, Steve’s so glad you’re being safe late at night, but deplorable in that he has wood grain etched into his jaw and no way inside.

“Girls?” He knocks the glass pane. “Anybody home?”

Everyone should be home. Your car is in the driveway, the girls’ shoes are by the wall. He pushes the door open as far as he can (not far) and weasels his face into the gap to look for you. It’s dark besides the upstairs bathroom light.

Steve calls your name a few times, but eventually comes to the realisation that you’re all asleep and he’s locked out. He closes the door and heads back to his car to scrounge the spare back door key from under his seat.

He fights through the garden gate covered in brambles to the backyard. It hasn’t been touched since summer, forgotten things left to the elements. Avery’s bike flakes with copper coloured rust against the wall. The trampoline net is tangled and fallen off of one side. There are plastic cups in the stinging nettles growing back beneath it and gummy bears swollen with water along the paving stones like some poor retelling of Hansel and Gretel. He unlocks the back door and promptly knocks over the trash can he’d left in front of it. His back whines as he cleans it away, but at least it’s warm inside.

It’s good to be home.

He shoves the toppled garbage back into the can, washes tomato sauce off of his hands in the sink, and lets himself bask in his own poorly lit company for a moment, rubbing his tired eyes. He was hoping for a welcome party. It took longer to help Robin move than they’d anticipated.

“I won’t be back for a while,” he’d said apologetically down the phone.

“Okie dokie,” you’d crooned. He didn’t need to see you to know there was a baby in your lap. “Just come home when you can, babe. And lift with your knees! I’ll put your plate in the fridge, yes? Love you.” Your voice turned to sugar. “Love you, love you, love you, honey.” You definitely weren’t talking to him at that point. Mother of my kids, he’d thought reverently, the strength of a thousand men restored for an hour or two before the fatigue truly set in and he and Robin considered leaving the rest of her furniture on her new front lawn.

He scratches his hair from his eyes with both hands. Mother of my kids, he thinks again. You’ve actually managed to keep the kitchen tidy, the only evidence of a day of play being the grape juice rings on the dining table placemats. How the fuck you’ve done it is a miracle worth marvelling. Three children, one (admittedly smaller) baby bump, and a full eighteen hours by yourself. You’re very impressive.

He decides to tell you emphatically with his face in your neck. He should shower, and he will apologise to you for subjecting you to his sweaty hair in the morning. You’ll shrug off his apology, say something sweet about for better or worse or maybe wrinkle your nose and kiss him anyways.

Steve honestly can’t find any shame about how much he likes you. Like and love can begin to diverge in a marriage, especially after kids when your duty as parents is more important than it is as partners, but you’ve yet to let him pull away, and he won’t give you a reason to. He’ll keep trying as hard as possible to be a husband you can adore. And you don’t have to do much, really. Realistically you give the majority of yourself every day to Steve and your kids, but he would cling to you if you got sick of it. He knows he would. You could turn hermit and live under the bed, and Steve would spend half his life on his stomach just looking at you.

Half trying to pull you out again. The other half getting the girls ready for school. He’s so tired he doesn’t realise that this is too many halves.

When he gets to the top of the stairs he feels like a lifetime has passed since he left that morning, bright and early at 5AM. There’d been driving, car swaps, booing at people from behind the wheel, a hundred boxes, a million trips up and down the stairs, and a suspicious washing machine recalibration. This was without the cold coke drinking, peanuts, popcorn, mistimed movie references, and the obligatory insulting of Robin’s girlfriend’s mauve chaise, of which Robin refused to participate.

Between all that, there’d been worrying, and a want for more phone calls. Promise me you’ll call me if you need anything at all, he’d said that morning, giving your face a fond caress. There’s a confidence that comes with this much love. Steve can pour every inch of his affection for you into one touch and knows you’ll soak it up like a sponge. Really. Any problems, any stress, any tantrums. Just call me. I’m twenty minutes away.

You were grateful if amused, telling him he didn’t need to worry so much, and then offering him another slice of toast.

Is it weird how much I love my wife? he wonders, pushing open the bedroom door gently.

You’re actually awake! He’s shocked and a little betrayed to find you looking at him, but the betrayal fades when he notices the swelling around your eyes and your trembling arm as you hoist yourself up under Avery’s weight. He’s woken you up coming in.

“Sorry,” he mouths, frowning at your shakiness.

You manage a smile and beckon him forward. The problem is the little ladies strewn about in the way. Avery drools on your chest while Dove takes up the entirety of Steve’s side, spread into a star shape, and Bethie snores loudly by your knees. An especially aggressive one makes him laugh as he rounds the bed to your side.

“Hello,” he whispers, taking your face into a loving hand, “sorry I’m back so late.”

You smile into his palm but don’t say anything.

“You okay? Had a good day?” he asks.

You hum something nonsensical. He wipes at your cheek in the rough way you enjoy, your face bumped with every stroke of his thumb.

“Did you…” Your eyelashes flutter closed. “Did you eat?��

“Loads. Sorry. I’ll eat my dinner tomorrow.”

You wrinkle your nose. He’s been dying to see it. “Don’t bother, it wasn’t my best.”

“All dinners are your best.”

You cover his hand with yours, and then you steal it away from your cheek and kiss it all over. Steve bends down to hug you.

“Missed you,” you say at the same time. Steve laughs. “Was it a long day?” you ask.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“It was aeons,” you say. “The girls were good, mostly. Baby not so much.”

“Aw, no,” he croons softly, “what’s she been doing?”

“She won’t let me eat.”

Steve rubs the top of your arm. “I’m sorry, honey. You should’ve called me.”

“What are you gonna do, H?”

He breathes out into the side of your face. “You’re right, of course. What can I do?”

He can’t do a thing to ease your morning sickness, so… Steve ends up taking a knee on the bed beside you to hold you for a while, no rush to lay down even though he aches in strings and shouts. “I’m glad I can’t get pregnant. I’d have hundreds of your babies if I could and it would be torture.”

You laugh at his absurdity in the giggly startled way he’d been hoping for.

“Did you throw up?” he asks, pulling away enough to see your face while his hand starts the soft journey down your front to your bump. You’re about three months along and the bump came quickly. It’s cute and Steve loves it and he tries not to be weird about it but he’s weird about you.

“No, just kept churning. I made eggs for breakfast and we can’t eat them anymore.”

Steve kisses your cheek, the corner of your eye, knowing it’ll make you happy. Your smile follows swiftly after, and he kisses that with gusto. “I don’t even like eggs,” he mumbles.

“You love eggs.”

“What was it like being the stay at home mom today?” he asks.

“Hard. But fun. Avery was being really nice to me all day, did you have something to do with that?”

“Avery’s always nice.”

Your smile widens impossibly, “Yeah, but she was asking me if I wanted to sit down and if I needed a glass of water all day.”

Steve shrugs. “Doesn’t sound like something I’d do.”

“Well don’t do it again, H. She’s just a baby. She doesn’t need to worry about me.”

Steve strokes your forehead, totally in your orbit. “She’s not worrying. Are you worrying about her when you take care of her? And sometimes you need a reminder.”

You chew it over. “Okay… you’re right. You win that one, Harrington. Mostly ‘cos I’m too tired.”

Steve always wins when he gets to slide into bed next to you. You push yourself over and bunch the kids up tighter. There’s not quite enough room for him. He feels as though he’s one little legged kick from falling back out, but he doesn’t mind, wrapping an arm around you and Avery where she’s sliding off of you and onto the mattress between you both. The poor girl is in a deep sleep, dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Steve wipes it away.

“You comfortable enough?” he asks.

“I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

He rests his head against yours on the pillows. “Missed you.”

“But you had fun, right?”

“It was great. I feel like I ran a marathon.”

“Exhausted?” you ask.

“And accomplished… You sure you’re okay? It was a long day by yourself. That stunt you pulled in the kitchen? Incredible.”

“I thought you’d like that. I told the girls you’d buy them a pony.”

“You did not.”

You laugh into his cheek. “No, I didn't, you caught me… I’m fine, really. I did miss you. It’s not nice, not seeing you. I’m used to a couple of hours, but it started feeling wrong when it was dark out, I… it’s silly but I was thinking about how horrible it would be if you never came back–”

Your pitch lifts up as Steve gasps and slaps a hand over your mouth (doesn’t slap, but covers, big hand on your lips and pressing them shut without sympathy).

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He meets your eyes, smiling hard despite the fatigue clinging to you both, and doesn’t buckle, even as you kiss his palm again. “Pregnancy brain is a scary thing.”

Your eyes turn to melting. He’s putty immediately, pulling your hand away to caress your cheek.

“Wanna be crazy in love in the morning?” he asks gently. You put your arm behind Avery’s back and smile as she snuggles into your ribs. Steve kisses your nose. “Go to sleep, honey. I can feel how tired you are. Back to normal in the morning.”

“Love you, Steve.”

“Love you, too.”

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pssyinboots · 1 year

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a request for a wally story:

okay so i’m obsessed with wally from school spirits but i’m also obsessed with angst and wally (idk if you do angst but if you do) i was thinking maybe you could write a story about wally and y/n have feelings for each-other and are aware that they both like each other but they haven't made anything offical

but maddie has now appeared to the group and obviously being the sweetheart that he is wally is spending most of his time trying to be as welcoming and helpful to maddie as he can be without realising he isnt spending as much time with y/n.

maybe y/n notices this and starts to feel worried that wally lost feelings so she starts to distance herself from wally without him realising he is losing her more so until much later where he tries to make it all right

happy ending obviously but still angst galore!

hope this helps :)

Ok so i kinda took this in a different direction but im really proud of it and i hope you like it!!

this is also kinda written in a different style than i normally do idk i think i kind of like it)

How to get the girl

(yes that is a taylor swift reference)

You should have known, you should have known that you weren’t enough for wally. Somehow you let not only him but yourself trick you into thinking that he was into you.Now he’s here kissing maddie and you’re forcing yourself to watch instead of running and hiding in a dark hole like you really wanted to. Finally they break apart and he didn’t look like he had a ounce of regret, just smiling that stupid cute smile that made you fall for him in the first place. You could feel yourself breaking, tears running down your face . You tried to keep your sobs from escaping your throat, but you guessed you failed. Because suddenly they both turned to look at you, and that stupid lovesick expression on his face fell instantly. If you weren’t in the position that you were in right now you would have found it funny. But you were in that position so you turn and sprint inside the school heading to your sacred place, the theaters costume closet.

You could hear wally running after you calling your name but you didn’t give a shit. You just needed to get away,sprinting down the stairs you tried to close the door behind you but you’re no match for wally. “Hey come on can we please just talk for a moment”, you swear you could have hit him, you really really wanted to hit him. “Oh now you want to talk really?!?! Because it didn’t look like that when you had your tongue shoved down maddie’s throat!!!” That hurt him, he looked like he was just shot.There was a part of you that was happy that you had that effect on him.”Come on….that’s not fair.” scoffing you turn your back to him and continue walking down the stairs. Shutting down completely you sit down at your desk and start working on the shirt you started earlier for charlie. You could feel his stare on you but you just couldn’t do this right now. “Hey can you please just look at me”, “No wally i cant look at you.Every time i try i just see you shoving your tongue down maddie’s throat. After ditching me at homecoming!!!” You drop the shirt and your needle like it just burnt you and put your head in your hands. “Can you just leave wally,please” He wanted to object, wanting to tell you that he made a mistake.That if he could take it back he would. Instead he just sighs and head up the stairs. “I really liked you wally.Fuck you for making me think you liked me too.” He felt his heart break, stopping in his tracks and turned around staring at your hunched over form. He wanted to say something, run over and hug you and beg for your forgiveness.He knew if he did that you wouldn’t listen to him, you would just push him away and honestly he didn’t blame you.

A few weeks have passed since the homecoming and you haven’t seen wally since. Holding up in the costume closet/basement (of course the sports teams get fancy practice areas but the theater kids have to hold it down in the basement)distracting yourself with random projects. Nothing worked though, your brain was stuck on wally and you hated yourself for it. You hated yourself even more for regretting how mean you were to wally. He deserved it,of course he deserved it. He kissed someone else after asking you out to homecoming, and telling you that he liked you. But you just couldn’t shake feeling bad for lashing out at him like you did. On the other hand Wally was tearing himself apart for treating you the way he did. He couldn’t believe that he found himself stuck between two girls,especially when one of those girls was you. Since the day you got here wally knew you were it for him. You were everything he could ever want. Seeing past his confident fun front that he puts up and seeing the real him. Holding him when he cried over his father not showing up to his football games,listening to him when he would talk about his mom and his love/hate relationship with sports. Then maddie showed up and he felt himself drawn into the mystery, somehow ending up putting you to the sidelines. He honestly didn’t even realize he was doing it until after you brought it up a week before homecoming. He tried to put space between him and maddie,he really did.Somehow he still found himself fucking up. Now he doesn’t know if he could ever fix it.

One thing was for sure though charlie had enough. He couldn’t just sit and watch his two best friends miserable over the other one. If they weren’t going to fix it themselves he was going to fix it for them.“Ok that’s enough i’m so tired of your brooding. Yes you messed up,horribly in fact, but you can fix it.” Startled wally looked to his side to see charlie sitting next to him. He didn’t even realize that there was anyone else on the bleachers. “How can i fix it? She hates me.”, (how could straight men be so clueless),”She doesn’t hate you, she’s hurt every time i go see her she asks about you.”. Wally’s head popped up at that. Staring at charlie with a confused look on his face, “She asks about me?”. Nodding charlie gets up off the bleachers and beckons wally to follow. “She asks about you all the time. Look i’m supposed to meet her in the basement come with me.” That made wally stop in his tracks the last time he was down there you basically told him to go fuck himself . It was like charlie could read his mind, he gave wally a supportive look and grabbed his wrist now he could drag him to see you. “I cant say she didn’t mean it because she did. But she does regret saying it,she still likes you”.

You heard Charlie’s special knock, it was three soft knocks,now you knew it was him and no one else. You walked up the stairs excited to see charlie,but instead it was him. “What are you doing here?”, rolling your eyes you walk down the stairs charlie and wally walking after you.”I invited him, I thought it was time that you guys talked.” you loved charlie he was your best friend, but he loved to meddle. Right now you don’t know if you should secretly be thanking him or just cuss him out. “Charlie…the last time i saw him he was sticking his tongue down another girls throat.” Wally gets up to leave, clearly he wasn’t wanted here. Charlie just grabbed his wrist forcing him to stay. “Look he’s really sorry. He’s just been walking around looking like a sad puppy dog.”You snorted at that. Looking at wally he did kind of look like a sad puppy dog. Looking at the floor like it was the most interesting thing he’s ever seen and shifting his weight back and forth with his feet. “Plus i know you haven’t been a ray of sunshine either. You guys miss each other. You just need to toughen up and talk it out.” Charlie starts walking up the stairs to give you some privacy,”i’ll be right outside incase someone screams fire.” Once charlie left wally looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes. Curse those stupid puppy dog eyes,”Sooo…”. “Wally just say what you have to say.” He walks towards you, towering over you and grabs your hand. “Look I shouldn’t of kissed Maddie that night. I was so caught up and I let it get the best of me,it was a shitty move.I’m not going to try and make up a excuse. Just know that it’s you, you’re it for me I don’t want anyone else.” You could feel tears build up in your eyes. You wanted to believe him, like really really wanted to. There was just a part of you that still had doubts. “Wally you let yourself get distracted by another girl. I know we weren’t officially dating, but i told you i had feelings. I really thought you had them too.” Wally grabs your chin forcing you to look him in the eyes. “I do!! I swear i do, i’m sorry for making you doubt that. I don’t want anyone else, not maddie just you.” You wanted to say no, wanting to pull away and make him leave. You just couldn’t do that though, you knew if you did it you would regret it. So instead you let yourself give in,melting into him letting all the stress go. “Ok”, wally lights up with a stupid smile on his face, “Ok as in we are ok, like you’ll be my girl. We’re together?” He was practically jumping up and down.He couldn’t believe that he got the girl. “Yes wally we,re together” He pumps his fist up in the air and pulls you to him by your waist now he could kiss you. Your arms go around his neck pulling him even closer. He had one hand in your hair, the other having a comfortable grip on your waist. Finally letting go after you both ran out of air he turns towards the door, “CHARLIE I GOT THE GIRL!!”,you giggle at that still having your hands around his neck,”GOOD JOB WALLY!!”

#school spirits #wally clark #milo manheim #wally clark x reader #school spirits one shot

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itoshi-s · 1 year

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i'm sorry i'm sorry i saw your tag about older brother's best friend aiku and i actually SCREAMED because that's such a thought inducing idea . . . he does have that vibe, and he pulls it off so well !! i feel like he fits the trope of someone you've known your whole life but who was always just a bit too old for you to actually spend time with — until you eventually get a bit older too and start getting closer with him and that's when the fun starts yk lmao

i'm- babes i am looking so respectfully this is SO right 🤕

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wc: 1.3k. cw: slightly suggestive, reader is referred to as sister/might be femcoded, this started as a drabble and well.. we're here now, could be dc potential, could just be some pining ꒰ minors/ageless blogs dni ꒱

you've known aiku since what feels like forever, and he's always had this confident, slightly intimidating aura to him, even back when all three of you were just kids. the age gap between you two wasn't anything crazy, at least not by the time you were both grown adults, but the four years seemed to pose more of a problem back when you were still in school. you were always a bit timid around your brothers friends, palms growing clammy when you'd have to come into his room and call them for dinner or fetch something - but they were only ever nice to you anyway. you were just there, your brother's little sister, perhaps a bit too young to fully understand their jokes or why they're so clumsy when stumbling up the stairs at 3 am. but hey, it's not like you felt bad about it, really.

your brother and his friends were good kids, however - oliver included. never got into too much trouble, always so respectful when coming over and talking to your parents. by the time your brother dropped soccer somewhere in the middle of high school, aiku was already considered a national gem and proudly carried the weight of being japan's hope.

finally about to step into the lifestyle you saw your brother and all his friends engage in for the past few years, you weren't surprised at all to only ever see aiku, the nicest one of the group (the most handsome, too) on the tv screen anymore. he's left for some kind of soccer project, then got scouted by the ubers back in italy, and you truly felt so happy for the boy after everything you've seen him go through. the two of you wasn't exactly close, not at all, but he's always been so kind to you, told you sincere words on how you should never give up your dreams no matter how silly they felt; helped you with the stupid physics project that your brother couldn't figure out for the life of him, either (it runs by blood, after all).

you don't keep in touch with any of the guys, but stumble upon some of them on the streets of your hometown ever so often. you exchange smiles, familiarize each other with what you're up to now, then go off with your day as usual.

(you don't know each of them teases your brother on how well you've grown. he tells them to shut the fuck up every time cause, fuck, the thought alone is gross, and he'd rather kill them than allow you to get involved with either of 'em.)

oliver's the one you see the rarest. it's only natural with his field of work, busier than anything any of you could ever put your minds to. it is kind of funny to see his face on gossip sites, though, so if there's ever any disappointment threatening to build up on you, it works just well to ease it.

the first time you properly meet him again after three or four years is when you just happen to be going through the worst shift you've had in ages, and he's the one most annoying client, casually stepping into the store mere minutes away from closing.

"aiku-kun?" you sound surprised when you make out the familiar features, sharp yet warm eyes flickering under the bright lights when he grins.

he sets the ramune bottle down, pushing it in your direction.

"in the flesh", he chuckles, "you doing night shifts now?" the man asks, almost sounding just as taken aback (one thing he remembers about you is that you've never liked to stay up late, and hated being out when it got dark).

you just give a shrug.

oliver learns you're not silent because you're busy ringing him up or still shocked to see him - you sniff and wipe at your eyes haphazardly and only then does he realize that you're feeling down, and probably cried at the back minutes before he came in.

"they're paying me better for these," you mumble, manicured nail tapping on the register. you don't look up when speaking, too embarrassed to let him see you this messed up when he looks so stupidly handsome. italy treated him well- time, too. "is that a-"

you glance up upon the sound of clinking glass. there's another bottle of soda standing next to his, and it just happens to be your favorite flavor, too.

(he remembered, and as sweet as it is, it's not a big deal. then why are you blushing? why are your palms suddenly clammy, like back in the old times?)

"wrap it up, i'll be waiting outside." oliver offers, thick lashes fluttering as he blinks. almost expectantly, but it's not like he wants to pressure you into agreeing. (it'd be nice, though. and you just happen to be as meek as always, and crumble under the intensity of his gaze instantly - as if that's what his true motive was all along.) "unless you're busy?"

you shake your head, wiping your hands on the back of your jeans. "no, not at all."

you join oliver on a quiet drive down the streets of your neighbourhood, eventually reaching the local view spot that you've spent all too many late nights at - both of you. the only difference's that it's all nostalgia to him, and it's still your very present, a weekly way to hang out - perhaps just following what your older siblings did.

and even though it's your very first time sitting in a car so expensive, the defender's presence is oddly comforting. familiar, in a way, and you only ever realize how much you've missed it when he wordlessly encourages you to open yourself up before him. he's always been so effortlessly charming, inviting in a way - and he still is, even though your heart wants to leap out of your chest when his fingers brush along yours as he helps you push the round marble down.

"so," the brunette clears his throat, "he dumped you over a text?" he knocks the bottle neck of his drink with yours, bicolored gaze seemingly burning through you as he watches you nod.

you hum, taking a sip of the bubbly beverage and looking out the city's panorama. oliver rolls his eyes, rubbing at the nape of his neck and leaning back in his seat.

"that's a real dick move, you know?" he states matter-of-factly, to which you snort, "guys like that don't deserve your tears, kid."

"says who," you quip. from your peripheral, you notice him turn his head back to you. "i've seen the articles, loverboy. m'not sure if you're the best advisor." you tease, cheek resting on top of your bare shoulder as you grin at him.

the man bites back a laugh, canines on show when he smiles to himself and frankly, the sight's making your tummy flutter with an unknown, fairly new feeling, no matter how much you try to ward the butterflies off.

you don't know it yet, and aiku's quite sure of it, actually - there's the exact same sensation bubbling somewhere in his chest, too, when he shamelessly, ravenously takes in the soft glow of your skin, decolletage on show thanks to the tiny spaghetti strap top you're wearing. your eyes are as wide as ever, despite all the burdens and daily struggles simmering behind your affection and interest-blown pupils, and there's this almost dreamy, captivating smile, one that beautifully compliments your now more womanly-like, refined features.

perhaps it's better you don't ever become familiar with the thoughts that start to simmer in his head - you, moaning into his mouth as he steals kisses from those taunting, plush lips of yours, that he's sure currently taste of the artificial sweet pineapple you're sipping on; you, down on your knees in front of him, giving him the same soft, gullible look, on the verge of pleading for all the attention he forwent in the past.

and fuck, he's aware of it - annoyingly so - but oliver has agreed to let go of a few too many things in life already.

you're not about to be one of them, too.

#✧.* zaria writes #oliver aiku x reader #blue lock x reader #aiku oliver x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock imagines #i got way too into it omg iM SORRY #i promise it was supposed to b just a little silly drabble.. i got carried away:3 he's just so !!!!! UGH #couldn't be helped i guess

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 1 year

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Lip Service

So i dont 100% know how it starts. I just know that eddie uses the phrase "lip service" maybe he and the gang of teens are at nancys house, hanging in the basement while the kids are at school, robin and steve both had a day off, which never happens. They're talking about who knows what, eddie lounged out on the floor, his feet resting on the couch. Probably next to steve who's sitting on the couch like a normal person. Eddie keeps gently kicking his shoudler, pressing his toes behind steve when his feet get cold.

And steve keeps shoving him away, but not too far, and he always lets eddie keep his toes there for a minute before he shoves at them. And maybe nancy has said something about eddie getting sponsors for the band, and he snorts, says something about how he'd be terrible at promoting a sponsor, that he's no good at lip service. And Steve's goddamn traitorous mouth says,

"i doubt that" with a snort as he wraps his fingers around Eddie's ankle and pushes his foot away. Only he doesnt get to push the foot away, because he freezes, eddie coughs, chokes really, and he's up on his elbows, looking at steve, his eyes HUGE. and he almost winces with how hard Steve's fingers clench into the skin of his ankle. Eddie opens his mouth to say something, maybe ease some of the fucking tension thats now filling the basement, because everyone is staring at steve. But steve is up off the couch before he can manage one word.

He's up the stairs before eddie manages to get himself right side up, and on his feet again. And by the time eddie is outside, jogging down the stairs of the wheelers porch, Steve's BMW is already speeding away. And Eddie's chest ACHES. because he knows he could catch him. Eddie's not the safest driver. Or the slowest.

But his chest is also aching because of the look that had been on Steve's face. It wasn't fear, eddie had seen him afraid. It was down right horror. And Eddie's chest was aching because he didnt know if the horror was because he'd meant what he said, and had been thinking about eddie as much eddie had been thinking about him. Or if he'd been horrified that he'd implied he might have had any thoughts like that about eddie at all.

So eddie watches his car disappear, breathing heavily from just the run up the stairs. He's still trying to catch his breath when robin steps up next to him.

"What happened? What's wrong?" She asked, noting the frown on Eddie's face. He sucks in a deep breath, fights off a cough and just says,

"im alarmingly out of shape Robs" he rests his hands on his head as she chuckles lightly, her hand on his back as they go back inside. She doesn't say anything else to eddie. And he doesn't ask. But she keeps looking at him. And it just makes his brain work harder, faster, makes his palms sweat.

Its been three days and eddie hasn't seen Steve once. Not at the video store. Not at the wheelers. Not even at school to pick up the little nuggets. He'd seen his tail lights friday afternoon, dustin waving out the window at eddie as they drove away.

He bounces on his heels as he stands outside Steve's door. Not sure he should be here. Who was he kidding, steve was avoiding him, of course he shouldnt be here. But steve wouldn't answer his phone either, and robin was no help. Just told eddie to give him time. But Eddie's brain had been running wild for three fucking days and he was about to crawl out of his skin. So he bounces in place a few more times. Then knocks on the door. He presses the door bell too, for good measure. Knows Steve's hearing isnt the best. He hears foot steps and hastily puts his hand over the peep hole. He hears a muttered,

"what the hell?" Before the door swings open, revealing a frowning steve. The frown does a strange sort of summersault on Steve's face. Briefly jumping into a sort of soft smile before he realized it was eddie and then he's frowning again. And Eddie's stomach sinks. Not happy to see him then. Great. Good start.

"Hey." Is all eddie says. Steve wobbles from foot to foot, not opening the door any further.

"Hey?" He says. A question. Sounding for all the world like he has no idea what eddie is even doing at his house. Like they havent seen each other almost every day since eddie got out of the hospital. It throws eddie off. Tilts everything. Makes him stumble. He'd had a PLAN.

"I um... i thought we should talk. Maybe? About the other day?" He tries, says it gently.

"I'm gonna pass on that. Thanks though." Is all steve says, in a rush, and then he closes the door in Eddie's face.

"Hey!" Eddie squawks.

And steve smiles, despite himself, at the indignation in Eddie's voice, resting his back agaisnt the door, dropping his head lightly against the expensive wood.

"Steve! Seriously!?" Eddie bangs on the door, it shakes beneath Steve's shoulder blades but he doesn't move.

Eddie huffs, leans forward until his head is resting against the wood, he flattens his palm on the door.

"Listen. Steve. I'm gonna... im gonna say something. Something i would never say. Not to your face. Or your... door. Hell, not even in your general vicinity. I wouldn't even say it if someone tossed me in a rocket and launched me into space. Not that anyone could hear me up there anyway cuz space is a vacuum so it would be-

"Eddie."

"Right. Yeah. Sorry. Distracted." He lowers his voice, to a near whisper.

"What i was getting at is that... I've been- can you hear me?" He gets no response.

"Knock twice if you can here me. You don't have to talk. I just want you to hear me." Eddie waits. And waits. And then two soft knocks reach his ears.

"Okay cool. Good." He clears his throat, rolls his shoulders, and tries again.

"I just wanted you know that... i can't stop thinking about kissing you. And it has nothing to do with what you said 3 days ago. This was an issue I've been having since... doesn't matter. Its been awhile." He waves his hand next to his head, dismissive though steve cant see him.

"But then you said that. and you know how i am dude, my brain just goes and goes. And i know you've been avoiding me, and thats... fine. I guess. Unless it's... i mean unless you..." he frowns, shakes his head.

"I dont know. I just thought we could talk? In case maybe... you've been like... feeling things?" He grimaces. He really should have just brought the shit he'd written down, it'd be so much easier. He sighs, runs his hands over his face. Does a little spin and groan combo before facing the door again.

"Look i just cant stop thinking about what you said. And i wanted you to know that like.. it didn't bother me, or freak me out or anything. I just... i dont know man." He sighs again, drops his head heavily into the door before backing away a bit.

"Look man you're being awfully quiet, and clearly don't wanna talk to me. So im gonna go." He takes a step down the porch, still facing the door, his chest tight with hope that steve will answer it.

"I just needed you to know that i think about you sometimes." He laughs, shakes his head.

"All the time. Just, all the fucking time now. But i uh... I'll see you around... i guess?" He mutters the last words, his heart sinking as he makes it to the bottom of the steps with no movement from the door. He sighs, shoulders dropping as he scuffs his feet all the way back to his van. He yanks the door open, the metal creaking. And then

"Eddie!" He turns, Steve's standing on the porch, his arms wrapped around his middle, eyes big and sad as he looks at eddie. Eddie stops, his hand still on the door of his van, standing wide open. He watches steve swallow. Swears he can hear it from all the way in the driveway.

"Dont go?" Its quiet, almost a whisper, and steve is all but fucking begging. Eddie stares for a moment and then slams his van door shut. He starts back toward the house. Watches steve turn and walk back inside before he gets to the porch. Steve steps aside, holds the door open for eddie and lets him pass. Eddie steps inside, watches steve close the door. Lock it. But he doesnt step away. His hand is still on the door handle. His head resting against the door as he breathes deeply. Eddie takes one small step toward him. Knows steve didnt see it, his eyes are closed.

"You okay?" Eddie asks, moving closer still. Steve scrunches his eyes closed harder. Shakes his head.

"I don't know what im doing." He says, eddie leans to the side, sees his lip caught between his teeth. He reaches out, his hand touching Steve's shoulder, he moves closer, nearly pressing himself to Steve's side, and smiles when steve sighs into the touch.

"That's okay." Eddie says, moving his hand across Steve's shoulders, soothing him. Steve shakes his head again and then moves, he turns, placing his back agaisnt the door, his hand moves to Eddie's hip, one finger dipping through Eddie's belt loop to tug him closer, eddie stumbles into steve and huffs a laugh.

"I mean it. I don't know what I'm doing with you. I've never... done this... with a guy before." He breathes.

"Girls i know. I know how to do that. But not this." He moves his free hand between himself and eddie, in the small space thats there. Eddie swallows, hard.

"I uh... i could be a girl. If you want." He winks, and it makes steve laugh, makes him tug on his jeans again, bump their hips together, but he shakes his head, smile fading, looking at eddie seriously.

"I don't want you to be girl. I just want you to be you." He says, and eddie thinks he might fucking cry. And Steve's eyes look shiny too. So eddie moves, his hands moving to hold onto Steve's arms.

"If it helps? I uh... I've never really... done anything... with guys either. Or- or girls. So just... nothing really. Over here on my end." He huffs a sort of sarcastic self depreciating laugh, and looks down, away from steve, his cheeks hot with his admission.

"I mean I've wanted too. Ya know? With guys. I mean i knew i was into guys. Not girls really so much. I mean they're beautiful, just... i never wanted them the way i did with guys. Never wanted them the way i- the way i want you." He whispers the end of it. Scared maybe he shouldn't have it said it that way, that maybe steve wasn't saying the same thing.

"Really?" Is all he gets from steve, making him look up.

"What?"

"You've never- done anything?" Steve asks, his free hand moving to Eddie's side, the fingers curled in Eddie's belt loop move, cup his hip gently, Steve's thumb moves slowly against Eddie's shirt. Eddie takes a shaking breath, shakes his head just enough that his bangs wobble against his forehead.

"Nope. Just a big ol virgin. I mean i kissed Cathey Bartlet once in third grade but it was kinda gross and i didn't really want too. And she didn't really ask me. She just sort of... shovered her mouth on mine. Sort of a bummer of a first and only kiss really." He knows he's saying too much, but his mouth wont stop, never does. But steve is smiling soflty at him so he thinks maybe its okay.

"So yeah. Maybe you've never done anything with a guy, but... at least you've done things. Lightyears ahead of me. On all accounts, probably. I mean... i read things but I'm pretty sure that doesn't count. Having an active inner fantasy life doesn't count either I'm guessing." Eddie smiles awkwardly, his fingers trembling where they're holding Steve's arms. Steve nods at him, his fingers still moving gently over Eddie's shirt.

"That's not a bad thing. You know that right?" Steve asks. One hand moving up Eddie’s arm. Eddie shrugs.

"No hey, i mean it. It's okay that you haven't done stuff. I- um..." steve flushes, a deep red, and oh... eddie likes that, he sways forward, closer to steve.

"You what?" Eddie pushes, his hands moving to Steve's biceps, fingers pressing a little harder. Steve shakes his head, eyes avoiding eddie now.

"Tell me." Eddie moves his hand, his fingertips moving to Steve's chin, lifting his head so he can see his eyes.

"Please?" Eddie asks. Begs. And he watches steve nearly melt. He licks his lips, eyes locking on Eddie's.

"I just- i like the idea that I'll be the only person who's touched you." He looks away quickly after the words leave his mouth. But he doesn't stop there.

"I like the idea of learning how to do this with you. But mostly its the first thing." He scrunches his nose and looks back to eddie.

Eddie is smiing, his cheeks flushed. And then he fucking honest to god giggles. And fucking falls against steve. Steve just wraps his arms around eddie, instinctively pulling him closer.

"Why are you laughing?" But steve's laughing now too, can't help it. Eddie's laugh has always been so fucking contagious. Eddie shakes his head, stops laughing, moves, just a little, moves his nose up Steve's throat, his hands on Steve's hips, pushes him back into the door a bit and he says

"Steve harrington. You have a fucking virgin kink. Or should i say, your kink is fucking virgins?" Eddie's breath on his neck makes him shiver, at least thats what he tells himself. Eddie pulls back, stays close, looks into Steve's eyes.

"Dont you?" He asks, his fingers giving steve a squeeze. Steve squirms and shoves his hands up the back of Eddie's shirt, his warm palms moving against eddie skin, pulling him close. Eddie fucking melts into steve, a little whine leaving his throat.

"Maybe i do. Sounds like you might be a little touched starved princess." Steve shoots back, sounding satisfied, and the nickname goes right to Eddie's nerve endings, his whole body shaking. He's pretty sure his knees are about to buckle, but he can fucking feel steve holding him up, and that just makes it worse. He clings to Steve's shoulders and says the only come back he can think of it in his fuzzy headed haze.

"Princess. So you do want me to be a girl." He huffs into Steve's shoulder. Steve laughs then, his fingers pressing into Eddie's back before letting him go a little, so he can look at him.

"No. I still want you to be you." And he says it so earnestly. Eddie almost melts again, looking into his eyes, steve lifts a hand out of his shirt and tucks some hair behind Eddie's ear. Eddie licks his lips and frowns, wants to not sound too much like an idiot.

"So um... you wouldn't mind then..." he hesitates. Steve's eyes widen, waiting. Eddie grimaces a bit.

"Teaching me... how to do stuff?" He sounds insecure now. But the way steve softens makes him, not hate it. Steve shakes his head, moves his hand to Eddie's cheek.

"No. I wouldn't mind." His thumb moves over Eddie cheek bone and he leans into the touch like a cat.

"Good. Cuz i really wanna kiss you but I'm scared i might be bad at it." Eddie bites his lip, Steve moves his thumb down, sweeps over Eddie's lip until he lets it fall from his teeths grip.

"You'll do fine. I have faith in you." Steve breathes. Eddie's heart flutters.

"What if I'm bad at it? What if I'm like Cathey Bartlet?" Eddie asks, his hands clutching at Steve's shirt now. Steve shakes his head.

"No way. Not possible." Steve smiles, his eyes locked on Eddie's lips now. Eddie's clenched fists are shaking.

"You don't know. I could be terrible. Like kissing a wet mop or someth-"

"Eddie." Steve says his name softly, silencening him gently. Eddie gulps. Eyes widening.

"Can i kiss you?" Steve asks, eddie feels his breath ghost over his lips and his eyes flutter. Eddie nods, pressing his lips together nervously before releasing them again.

"Thank you for asking." Eddie says, smiling at steve as steve smiles at him, both of them moving to close to gap between them.

"Dont get used to it." Steve whispers, his lips brushing Eddie's and then he's kissing him. Soflty at first, letting eddie get used to the feeling. Eddie can feel him smiling against his lips, especially when eddie makes little noises. Steve breaks away, brushes his nose agaisnt Eddie's. Eddie nearly panting as steve practically holds him upright.

"Does that mean you're not gonna ask when you kiss me?" Eddie breathes, his forehead resting against Steve. Steve laughs into Eddie's mouth, kissing him soflty again and says

"Not always. You're mine now Munson. I can kiss you anytime i want." Eddie shivers as steve spins them, pushes Eddie gently against the door. He pulls back, his hands pressed to the door next to Eddie's head.

"That okay with you?" He asks, like he hadn't just fucking shaken eddie to his goddamn core. Eddie's hands scramble over Steve's shoulders, clutching and clawing at him, dragging him closer as he breathes

"Yes. Yeah. Totally good with it. Never stop kissing me." Eddie says, his eyes locked on Steve's mouth. Steve laughs, lets eddie pull him closer, desperately so, and kisses him again. And again. And again.

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finntheehumaneater · 4 months

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Hello! For the angsty-ish prompts, maybe “Didn’t you see what I did?!” and Steddie? (Or another pairing, should the mood strike you!)

Hallo!! So…I maybe saw your ask and got super fucking excited…and possibly wrote this way too fast. It turned out to be longer than I expected, and went in a totally different direction than I had planned, but…here it is!!

(I didn’t read this over, so apologies for any mistakes lmao)

angst prompt list | hurt/comfort prompt list (for people who don’t like angst :D) {more about the asks in my pinned post}

CW: some gorey description used in a metaphorical sense (blood, bones, guts, ripping skin, etc.)

Sometimes relationships weren’t meant to last—“we’re family” lost its meaning to him over time—and that made Eddie want to claw out his bones, hands shaking and blood everywhere so that he could die in peace and not have to worry about pushing anyone away again. He pushed away his mom, and then he never got the chance to get her back. He let his dad do he pushing for him, because he was so fucking tired all the time—came out of that with scars and bruises and a deep cut that ran down his chest, carved open and horrible. No one sales could see it but him. Sometimes it wasn’t there. But it still felt like it. In a way, his dad still had pieces of him that Eddie would never get back.

He pushed his uncle away at first, snapped at him and yelled and threw things, because he was a kid and he was angry, but Wayne was stubborn and just held Eddie as he kicked and screamed and sobbed. And Eddie loved Wayne. He was more of a dad to him than his real one had been. He never forced Eddie to do anything he didn’t want to, and Eddie only finished high school because he didn’t want Wayne to feel disappointed. Like Wayne would ever be disappointed in Eddie. He didn’t make Eddie talk to the neighbors or go out and do things—but Eddie did those anyway, sometimes, to just give Wayne a break.

And the trailer was nice, until they lost it in ‘86. When Eddie’s broken body made it back, more ruined than it had ever been. He had woken up in a hospital bed, wires stuck into him with needles and a blue hospital gown covering him. There was no one with him. He was alone. It’s not like he expected anyone to be there, but maybe Wayne waiting for him to wake up would have been nice. And it hadn’t been a slow kind of waking up like he had seen in movies—blinking up at the ceiling and trying to remember where you were—it had been the fast kind of waking up, like the one you would have after a nightmare. He was upright in a second, sobbing before he could even breathe in.

A nurse came in shortly after and got him to lay down for a while. He asked where his uncle was, and she told him that no one was allowed to visit. She said she was surprised that they hadn’t handcuffed him to the bed, and her voice sounded bitter, like she wouldn’t have liked it if they had.

After a few hours, she had him sit up, and she untied the back of the hospital gown, sliding the blue-and-white dotted fabric off of his shoulders to look at his chest. And Eddie couldn’t really look down all that well, so he just let his head drop as gently as he could, chin pressed to his chest. And he didn’t know why it made him cry so hard to see a line down the front, all stitched up with a thin line of blood leaking down the middle. But maybe it was because the nurse seemed to notice it. Maybe because it made him think of his dad. Maybe it was because it just made everything feel more real.

Some of the stitches were torn—probably because Eddie refused to stay still, all of his body feeling like it was itching and squirming and twisting in ways that hurt—so the nurse fixed them and then gave him a hug. He didn’t know that nurses could do that. He had been in the hospital loads of times as a kid. For when he “tripped down the stairs” or “fell out of bed” or “fell off of his bike”. He didn’t even have a bike until he moved in with Wayne. And whenever he cried, then, the nurses would just look at him like it was an inconvenience for them, and his dad would tell him to shut up so that they could finish up and get out of there. He was eight. That wasn’t fair.

After a little while, Wayne was allowed to come in. And he didn’t say anything at first. Just sat next to Eddie and held his hand while Eddie bit the inside of his cheek until it bled. He didn’t want to cry anymore, but he knew he was going to.

Wayne couldn’t stay forever, because he still had to work. The government hush-money was fine, but they needed that to afford the apartment Wayne had found just outside of Hawkins, so everything else came from his job. When Wayne couldn’t be there, Eddie was alone.

Until Steve Harrington started showing up. Honestly, it was a miracle that the fucking armed guards outside let Steve in, seeing as they weren’t family—barely even friends—but Eddie knew why. Before Steve started showing up, Eddie would talk to the guards. It was more like yelling through the locked door to them, just trying to keep himself busy so that he didn’t break down again, like he so often did. And he’d just talk about anything and everything to them, even though he knew it pissed them off. He kind of did it because it pissed them off.

So having Steve in there with him meant that he would stop bothering the guards. And Steve was mostly quiet, but he would tell Eddie what the kids were up to, and how his neighbor—Max

Mayfield—was up to. She was a good kid, he thought. The two of them had never really introduced themselves to each other, but sometimes Wayne would have Max over for dinner when her mom would go out drinking. That was rare, though, because Ms. Mayfield mostly stayed home to drink. And there were times when Max didn’t want to be home, so Eddie would take the couch and let her sleep in his room for the night until she felt safe enough to go back home. And Ms. Mayfield wasn’t like how Eddie’s dad had been, but she scared Max in a different way. No kid should have to see their parent passed out on the couch that often.

She was in some kind of coma, according to Steve, but she was getting better. He said she opened her eyes a few times, but that didn’t really mean anything, and he knew it. Eddie tried his hardest not to cry when Steve was around, because the first time he had done it, Steve had panicked and looked uncomfortable. He knew it was because Steve had been tired and Eddie had just burst into tears suddenly when one of the IV wires tugged too hard as he moved his arm—but Eddie still felt bad.

Sometimes it happened, and he would wait until Steve was leaving the room to curl up into the bed as best as he could and just cry. And sometimes Steve would turn around and come back to sit with him, to hold his hand and just let him cry for as long as he needed, but most times Steve would leave and Eddie would be alone again.

Steve was there a lot for him when Wayne couldn’t be. And Wayne was trying his hardest, but his boss was strict and he wasn’t allowed to leave early or call in sick. Steve was there when Eddie had to try walking for the first time in three months. Steve was there when Eddie had to start doing Physical Therapy a few times a week. And Steve was there when Eddie had been discharged.

Steve took him to his house, and not to Wayne’s apartment, because Eddie wasn’t really over losing the trailer yet. He let Eddie sleep in the guest bedroom, but they ended up sleeping in the same bed when Eddie’ hobbled over to Steve’s room to lay with him after Steve woke up screaming. Eddie didn’t really have nightmares all that much, because he thought about the shit they had been through all too often, but Steve seemed to try and push those thoughts away.

Eddie woke up with Steve curled into his side, his face pressed against Eddie’s arm, one hand curled across Eddie’s chest and into his hair—over the scar down Eddie’s front that still felt like it was bleeding all the time, even though it was closed. And for a minute, Eddie felt a little safer, turning as best as he could to wrap his arms back around Steve, nose pressed into his hair as he just tried to breathe and go back to sleep.

When they woke up, Steve moved away and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, trying to pry Eddie off of him as gently as he could, because Eddie was still half-asleep and his limbs felt stiff and imoblile. He made fun of Eddie a bit for hugging him in his sleep, before he went down to make food, but Eddie didn’t mind.

He got up and tugged on one of Steve’s t-shirts that he found, before putting back sweatpants from the day before—because Steve had told him he couldn’t wear his jeans until his legs were a bit better, in case they hurt him. Eddie didn’t think that would happen, but the sweatpants were easier to move in considering how stiff his legs always felt. And if it made Steve happy, he’d do it.

He limped down the stairs, nearly slipping—which had happened before—but he caught himself on the railing and went down the straits slower until he was on flat ground and could hold onto the wall better until he got to the kitchen.

Steve had his back turned to him, looking through the refrigerator for bread to make toast, because Eddie was one of the pickiest eaters alive, and was tired of the off-brand cereal he got to eat at the hospital. Eddie struggled to pull himself up onto the counter for a moment, and when he got up there, one of the knobs from the cabinet was digging into his spine—but being up there made him feel taller than Steve, so he stayed.

Steve turned around with the bread, doing a little spin that made Eddie laugh—before Steve saw Eddie and let out a strangled scream, throwing the bread bag near him.

Eddie leaned forward and caught it, smiling to himself. “Morning.”

“Jesus Christ…” Steve breathed, sighing and running his hands down his face, his cheeks flushed as he snatched the bread back and walked over to the toaster.

“Nope. Just Eddie,” Eddie muttered, grinning, but he didn’t really feel happy. Because after this , he was going to be leaving, and then he was probably going to avoid Steve. But he might not have to, because why would Steve want to see him after this, anyways? It was just pity.

Still, Eddie couldn’t help but ask the question that had been gnawing on the back of his mind like some kind of rabid dog. He cleared his throat and looked down, feeling the tears burn in his eyes even though he hadn’t said anything yet. “Why did you let me stay?”

“Hm?” Steve hummed, and it sounded absentminded, like he wasn’t really listening as he put the bread into the toaster and pulled the switch down until it clicked.

“Steve?,” Eddie tried again, and this time Steve turned around. Eddie looked up, and fuck, Steve was looking at him with those eyes again—all concerned and pitiful. And Eddie wanted to rip himself open, peel back his skin and show Steve all of his damaged parts—all of the pieces that he didn’t show anybody else. But he didn’t. He just swallowed and asked again, “Why haven’t you left yet?”

Steve tilted his head to the side, stepping between Eddie’s knees and placing his hands on Eddie’s thighs in such a casual way that Eddie wanted to scream. “I mean…you’re in my house.”

“You know what I mean,” Eddie muttered, his face burning red as he looked away, vaguely feeling a few tears slip down his cheeks. “Don’t avoid the truth, man, I know this is all just fucking pity.”

“Eddie—“ Steve started, his voice sounding hurt as his eyebrows creased in concern, hands reaching up to touch Eddie’s face. Eddie flinched away, the knob on the cabinet pressing even harder into his spine.

“Didn’t you see what I did? With the fucking kids? Why do you think I didn’t let any of them come and see me after the charges were fucking lifted?” Eddie choked out, words biting around the broken sob that he was desperately trying to hold in, because Steve didn’t need to pity him any more than he already had. “I’m a fuck-up! Everyone leaves! And if people don’t do it on their own, I fucking push them away! I’m not—“

Steve tugged Eddie into a hug, pulling him down until his face was pressed into Steve’s shoulder. There was a hand wrapped around his waist, one in his hair.

“Stop it,” Steve whispered, his voice soft. “You’re not a fuck-up. Don’t say that.”

“I am,” Eddie muttered, his voice sounding wet and broken and childish. “I am.”

“I don’t care, then. I don’t care if you’re a fuck-up, okay? I’m staying, and I’m going to help you get better. Because I care about you. Not whatever shitty things you’ve done, Eddie.” His words were quiet, but Eddie felt himself shrink back slightly, sobbing, only for Steve to pull him back again, one hand tracing over his spine in the most gentle way possible.

“You’re an idiot for caring,” Eddie whispered, his hands going limp from where they were previously gripping at Steve’s arms.

“Maybe,” Steve mused, combing his fingers through Eddie’s hair, and Eddie found himself leaning into the touch. “You can’t push me away, though. You’re stuck with me now.”

Eddie laughed wetly into Steve’s neck, shaking his head. “Fine by me.”

This kind of felt good. Like this is what he had been waiting for. Like the aching, sore feeling inside of him was being clouded over by something nicer and more soft—something loving.

It felt like the cut down his chest was finally healing. For good this time.

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neonghostlights · 9 months

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hii, hope you're doing well! i CANNOT get this idea out of my head rn- i'm thinking that it's the night before the huge plan to take vecna down, the whole gang crashes at steve's for the night and eddie and the reader have to share a bed. enemies to lovers, where the reader has a nightmare since they've been cursed by vecna, eddie comforts them and maybe more? idk, i just would like to see how this plays out! love ur work sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hiiii love ❤️ I’m doing well and I hope you are too! I love some enemies to lovers and a one bed trope! (I didn't add smut I'm sorry)

Warnings: Nightmares, Vecna Curse, Brief mention of strangulation, I feel like this is kind of sad when you think about what happens the next day in Volume 2, 18+ only

Wordcount: 2.1k

Sweet Dreams

“I am not sharing a bed with Eddie Fucking Munson,” you spat.

You had been relatively cool since you found out you had been cursed by Vecna. You even kept your cool when assisting with the grand theft auto, harboring a fugitive, and the near drowning when you jumped into Lover’s Lake after Steve after he got sucked into the upside down.

The stolen RV was now hidden in the woods near Steve’s house. All of the weapons purchased from The War Zone put together and ready to go for the battle tomorrow. Steve, Nancy and Robin would all go and kill Vecna. Dustin and Eddie are in charge of distracting the rabid killer bats. You, Lucas, Erica, and Max will be at the Creel house letting you slip into a trance to distract Vecna so that the rest of the group could end him.

What could go wrong?

Steve huffed, pinching his fingers on the bridge of his nose. He should have known you would put up a fight over this.

“Listen, the kids are all passed out in the basement. Nancy is passed out on the couch. Robin is already asleep in my bed. That means you have to room with Eddie,” Steve explained as calmly as possible.

“Why don’t you sleep with Eddie?” You asked. “I’ll go snuggle up with Robin instead.”

“Because I had to watch you last night to make sure you didn’t get Vecna’d and I’m so tired. I can’t trust myself to wake up if something happens. Eddie’s the only one awake enough to keep an eye on you.”

You tapped your foot. Who knew being cursed by Vecna was such a pain in the ass.

You definitely didn’t want to spend the last possible night of your life with Eddie Munson. You didn't remember when this back and forth between the two of you started. Maybe when you both had Ms. O'donnell's class for third period last year and you bitched him out for always tapping loudly. Or before that when you accidentally stole his Dnd props because you thought they were for the school play. You would think trying to save the world together would call for a truce. But he was still just as annoying as ever, always choosing you out of the whole group to pick on.

“Just please?” Steve pleaded.

You sighed, crossing your arms against your chest. Steve really was tired and you could see the seams cracking from where he was barely holding it together. No one should have to stay strong for as long as he has.

“Fine. But if he gets on my nerves I’m smothering him with a pillow,” you sighed.

“Maybe I’m into that,” Eddie chimed in, peeking his head out from the staircase. He had probably been listening the whole time. He scurried back up the stairs when he caught the angry look on your face.

Steve winced when he heard you grind your teeth.

At this point you were just going to turn him into the police yourself. But then Dustin would be mad at you and didn’t want to hear about how you ruined his friend's life for the rest of your life. Even if the rest of your life might only be a day.

“Alright. I’m going to bed. See you in the morning!” Steve said before he made his escape.

You rolled your eyes, groaning as you went up the stairs.

You pushed open the door to Steve’s parents' room. A large bed sat in the center of the room with expensive, shiny bedding. The room was dimly lit by the few lamps that sat on the side table and dresser.

Eddie laid face down in the center of the bed.

“Hell no. Move,” you instructed, smacking the back of his head with a pillow.

Eddie turned his head, peeking up at you through his disheveled hair. He wore a pair of Steve’s sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt, also Steve’s.

“I’ve been spending my nights in the boathouse and Rick’s crusty bed. Let me enjoy this,” he whined.

You almost felt bad for him. Almost.

He did have a rough time this past week. He’s been framed by a murder that he didn’t commit and hunted like a criminal by people in this town. He barely ate, slept, or showered the whole time he was hiding. Being here must be like being at an all inclusive spa resort.

You chewed your lip. “Why can’t you sleep on the floor or something?”

“Are you kidding? This bed is big enough for the both of us. Come here and make yourself comfortable. I don’t bite,” Eddie said with a wide, toothy grin. He scooted over some and patted the spot beside him.

You rolled your eyes, took a deep breath, and laid down in the bed. The sheets were warm and soft. The comforter was heavy enough to feel like an embrace. It wouldn’t take long for you to fall asleep here, even if your company wasn’t ideal.

“See,” Eddie spoke up. “It’s not so bad.” He shimmied his butt against the mattress obnoxiously.

You yawned, turning to face away from him. Neither of you turned the lamps off, having seen enough this past week to scare you away from the dark forever. No more horror movies for you.

All you heard was, “Goodnight,” before you drifted off into the darkness.

A warm hand cupped your face. “Hey. It’s just a nightmare. Wake up.”

You pushed away from the hand, sitting up in the bed with a gasp. Eddie sat beside you, the blankets pooled at his waist as he stared at you with worried eyes.

You gasped for air, grabbing at your throat. The dream had felt so real. It felt like you were actually being strangled by vines.

You dropped your head between your knees, trying to calm the whooshing of your blood in your ears.

Pressure on your back had you jumping with a yelp.

Eddie shushed you, his hand rubbing up and down your back in a soothing way. “I’m sorry. It’s just me. Are you okay?”

You nodded wordlessly, keeping your head down. You hadn’t wanted anyone to see you like this, especially not Eddie. You didn’t want to be vulnerable in front of him.

“I’ll be right back,” he announced before jumping out of bed quickly. You didn’t have the chance to ask him where he was going before you heard him running down the stairs. You felt yourself missing the way his hand felt against your back. His absence hit you harder than you expected.

He burst back in a minute later with a glass of water in hand and handed it to you. He stood by your side of the bed watching you gulp it down.

“You don’t have to hover. I’m fine,” you croaked out. You swore you could still feel the pressure around your neck.

Eddie sat on his side, still keeping a worried eye on you.

You looked over to the clock on the table beside you. It had only been thirty minutes since you fell asleep and there was no way you’d be able to doze off again with your adrenaline rushing like this.

You laid back, staring at the ceiling.

“You wanna talk about it?” Eddie asked, lying beside you closer than he was before.

“Talk about what? The fact that I’m probably going to be dead in less than 24 hours? Or the fact that I can’t even sleep because everytime I do that creep invades my dreams?” You complain.

“Alright, then let’s talk about something else. Do you want to play twenty questions?” Eddie finally asks after a moment of silence.

You thought for a second. There was no way you were going back to that awful dreamland tonight.

“Fine. You go first,” you said, picking at your cuticles to avoid looking at him.

“What’s your favorite color?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t have one,” you admit. You always hated this question. Your indecisiveness could never let you choose just one. “I can guess yours is black though.”

Eddie snorted. “Actually it’s blue and that wasn’t a question.”

You looked back up at the ceiling thinking for a moment. “How many times have you been in trouble? Not including right now.”

“You’re going to have to narrow that one down or we’ll be here all night,” Eddie said with a laugh.

“Okay, how many times have you been to detention?”

Eddie hummed a tune while he counted on one hand and then the other. “This year? About fifteen times. I’ve had a good year,” he finally says, looking proud of himself.

“Fifteen times?” You gasp in shock, turning onto your side so you can face him. He was already facing you so it brought you closer than you expected.

“About twelve of those times are because of Ms. O'Donnell,” he admitted.

You groaned. “Oh that’s not surprising. I hated her last year.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Eddie said, surprising you.

“Why?”

“Because you were such a goody two shoes in her class! You got me sent to detention at least once!”

Your mouth popped open. “I did not!”

“Yes you did! Remember when you tripped over my shoe and you thought I did it on purpose?” He pressed.

“Because you did do it on purpose! You hate me!” You exclaimed.

“I would never do that and I do not hate you,” he admitted in a low voice.

Your breath stuttered at the way his change in emotion caught you off guard.

“Oh,” is all you said under your breath.

“Do you hate me?” Eddie questioned, voice still low. If it had been so silent in the house you would have never heard him.

You thought about it for a second. Sure, Eddie was annoying sometimes. He was loud. He always had his things everywhere. But he was also kind and understanding. He was funny and unapologetically himself at all times. He took care of the freshmen like they were his own family and shielded them from bullies. He was willing to stay up during the night and watch you even though he had barely slept all week, even when he was questioning if you hated him or not.

“No,” you answered honestly.

Eddie smiled softly at you; his full lips spreading across his face. You didn’t realize how close you two had shifted together while talking but it gave you an up close view to Eddie. You didn’t think that many people got to see him like this without his leather jacket and scary words. You had never noticed how long his eyelashes were before or how they framed his brown eyes perfectly. I made you jealous that someone could just walk around looking so pretty all of the time.

Eddie Munson was pretty, and the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. It was frightening how pretty he was like this, with his hair sprawled around his face and his arms bare and clutching the blankets but also how pretty he was even when he was dressed in leather and headbanging to a guitar solo. How had you never stopped and noticed before?

“You look like you’re thinking a lot over there,” Eddie said.

You shrugged with the shoulder you weren’t lying on. “Just realizing some things.”

“It’s about time,” Eddie said, leaning in closer. His eyes searched your face, checking to make sure you were on the same page as him.

“Yeah, it is about time,” you whispered, leaning in and pressing your lips to his. Eddie groaned under his breath as your lips moved together. Slow and soft under the yellow light that spilled from the lamps.

When you finally separated, Eddie didn’t let you get far. He held a hand out, pulling you close to his chest. You could hear the way his heart pounded strong and fast through the thin t-shirt he wore. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought he had just ran a mile.

You smiled into his shirt, letting his warmth surround you. You felt your eyes start to get heavier.

“I don’t want to fall asleep,” you muttered.

“If you do, I'll be right here. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he replied, running his hand over your shoulder lightly.

“You promise?” You asked, already drifting off.

“I promise. Sweet dreams,” he said softly as you fell asleep.

You did have sweet dreams lying in Eddie’s arms that night. It was a precious break until you had to go through the earth-shattering nightmare of the next day.

#eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson request

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fangirlfrom-hell · 6 months

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Several Missed Calls and a Sprained Ankle || Jay Halstead x Halstead Sister one shot

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

Also appearing Will and Connor Rhodes because I miss him.

I'm not a doctor, medical topics are vague.

Friendly reminder that Becca is Halstead sister.

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The Intelligence squad had just came back to the bullpen with a suspect in custody when Sergeant Platt came inside to interrupt whatever they were having.

-"Hey, Halstead! I've been receiving calls from your sister's school all day. They said they called your father, but didn't answer, so she asked them to look for you, but your phone was off".

-"I was in a UC run, I always turn the personal off...". He tried to explain himself with guilt.

-"That's what I tried to explain to them. Apparently she's injured and needs to be picked up as soon as possible".

-"Wh-what happened?" He hadn't even finished taking off his jacket and now he was hastily putting it back on.

-"They didn't elaborate on the matter, but they've been calling like crazy every half hour. I even volunteered to go and bring her here, but they did say it would be impossible if I'm not in the list". She pulled a face with that last statement. -"Can you believe that?"

Everybody settled in at the bullpen, all detectives listening to the conversation.

-"Boss..." Jay looked at Voight.

-"Sure, go. What are you waiting for?". He ordered with his arms crossed. -"We can take care of this".

Jay nodded his head as saying "thank you" and walked himself down to the parking lot trying to look chill, although on the inside he was really unsettled for whatever had happened to his little sister. He couldn't avoid being the overprotective big brother, it ran through his veins.

-"Hey, Detective. Make sure you put my name in that freakin' list!". Platt yelled before he crossed the door. -"I don't want to feel so humiliated again". She said in her usual exaggerated way. Then she muttered to herself: I'm a CPD Sergeant, who dares to say 'no' to me like that?

The long road to Becca's school in Canaryville wasn't helpful to ease Jay's mind. He was also feeling abashed for not being able to answer the call on time, although he was not responsible for attending those emergencies, therefore he was not aware of them. And where the hell was his father? Why didn't he answer those calls from school? He cursed him. This wasn't the first time something like this happened.

-"I'm here to pick my sister, Becca Halstead".

-"Oh, sure. We've been calling you for hours. Literally hours". The secretary gave him a judging look, which Jay tried to ignore. -"She's upstairs, the nurse is accompanying her. I'll notify her you're here. Follow me".

Jay followed the woman through the halls of the school until they went outside to the back yard. From the second floor of the building in front of them, he recognized Becca's ginger blonde hair. She was leaning on someone else to walk, looked like she couldn't do it by herself and there was some pain in her tiny face.

-"What happened?" Jay asked without taking his eyes off her.

-"She sprained her foot on the stairs, she didn't roll or hit her head, so there was no need to call an ambulance. It was an accident, some kids were playing around and pushed her unintentionally. We already took action on the matter, don't worry about that".

He walked upstairs to help his sister. As soon as he was able to entirely see her, he noticed how her foot was in the air, shoe untied.

-"Jay!" Becca said with relief.

-"It's all right". The secretary told the nurse. -"Her brother will handle it from here".

-"Is it your ankle? You can't put your foot down at all?"

-"No, it really hurts". Becca moved her head from one side to another.

-"It's a little bit swollen". The nurse talked. -"I applied ointment and ice for the pain, but I can't really do anything else in here. I think it's just a sprain, but she should be checked at the hospital".

-"Yes, I'll take her straight to The Med. Thank you!"

Jay took his badge and gun from his hips and placed them somewhere else in his jeans.

-"Sorry". He said, feeling the alarmed gaze of the two women. Then, he took the girl's backpack and put it on his shoulder. -"All right, Becs. Come here".

Jay hugged Becca and lifted her to carry her down the stairs. It was very easy for him, light weight, the girl was smaller than an average 10 years old. She placed her arms around her brother's shoulder.

-"Take care, Beckie". The nurse waved goodbye as she was taken by the detective.

-"This is so embarrassing". She said looking around to check if somebody was watching them, but the yard was empty, everyone was inside of the classrooms. Jay couldn't resist to laugh a bit. It was a cute funny scene: a big, tall, muscular man with a girly purple backpack hanging from his shoulder and a girl with an embarrassed face in his arms.

He didn't put her down until they were back to the office, where he had to sign some papers before leaving.

-"Is that all?" Jay asked.

-"Yes, you can take her now".

-"Oh! Before I forget". He said turning around one more time to the reception. -"I want to add another person to the list of people who can pick her up".

-"Sure. She does need that". She didn't miss the chance to look at him with a judgy face. -"What's the name of the one?".

-"Trudy Platt". He smirked. Becca just gave him a look.

At the truck, Jay placed her in the co-pilot seat and then opened the back door to put the backpack away.

-"What do you carry in this? Rocks?" He freed his shoulder from the weight.

Becca wasn't a talkative girl, but still she was unusually quiet during the road to the hospital. She only broke the silence to groan in pain, that's when he noticed her teary eyes.

-"Does it hurt?" Jay asked, knowing the answer.

-"Yes. I think it's getting worse".

-"We're almost there, just hang up a little bit".

He wanted to ask Becca about how she had fallen, since his detective instincts knew that it was due to something more than an accident. He opened his mouth to say something he had been holding up, but an incoming call interrupted his intentions.

-"It says Hailey Upton". Becca announced, grabbing his phone.

-"Gotta answer that". He sighed. -"Would you put it in the speaker for me, please?".

Both siblings knew each other quite well. Becca knew how Jay noticed something strange was going on, but she didn't want to be interrogated. And Jay knew how Becca was aware of that and was reluctant to speak.

-"Soooooo...Is Sergeant Platt coming to pick me now if I get sick?" She changed the conversation as soon as the call ended.

-"Is that a problem?" Jay laughed out loud.

-"Well, it's kinda scary".

-"She told me to put her name in the list, I don't know if it was true, though. The thing is that today I was on the streets working a case when all this happened. I didn't have my phone with me, that's why I didn't answer".

-"I imagined that. That's why I told them to call directly to the 21st".

-"Which was very clever of you. I'm sorry I wasn't there earlier, I should have".

-"You don't have to be sorry, I'm not blaming you for anything. You are not even supposed to be responsible for me, anyway".

She had this sort of way to make claims to his father and mother without even realizing it. That last statement made the rest of the road extremely quiet.

The moment Becca crossed the entrance door sitting in a wheelchair, she realized she had never been at The Med as a patient before. Maggie was pushing her to the ER where Will was waiting for his siblings. Due to the type of injury, Dr. Rhodes was assigned to Becca's case.

-"This is too swollen". Connor said while checking her foot. -"On a scale from 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?"

-"Uh, I don't know. Maybe 5?"

Both of her big brothers stared at her teary eyes and her sick gesture, not believing her answer. She was trying so hard not to cry.

-"6?"

-"Are you sure?" The doctor gave her a warm smile. -"I was expecting you to say 10 or maybe even beyond 10".

Becca remained silent, pressing her lips.

-"Ok. We'll do an X-Ray just to make sure it isn't more than a sprain. Meanwhile, the nurse will administer you some pain killers".

He went out of the room to order the studios and made a sign for the siblings to follow him outside, leaving their sister alone with the technicians for a few minutes.

-"What do you think?" Dr. Halstead asked.

-"I don't think she just simply twisted her ankle. For the damage, it must have been a harder impact".

-"Is it bad?" Jay asked with concern.

-"Can't tell until I see the X-Ray. What worries me the most right now is how hard she's trying to take the pain".

-"Yeah, that's something she does". Jay sighed. -"Not only with physical pain".

When the three men entered back to the room, Becca was silently crying, wiping her tears away. Jay was the one that approached to hold her. Her bruised and swollen ankle was a standout in the room.

-"Becca, you have what we call a severe grade 2 sprain and I'm pretty sure it hurts more than a lot right now. Why don't you say anything? You can complain about the pain, that's what hospitals are for".

-"I don't want to be a bother". The girl answered quietly, tears still dropping from her eyes.

-"What are you talking about?" Will walked to be close to the bed.

-"Becca...". Jay sat next to her and bent to be face to face. -"You are not a bother and you will never be".

-"It's just...I'm scared you'll stop answering the phone calls too".

In that moment, everything fell into place and Jay's heart dropped. The conversation suddenly closed to just the two of them, although everyone could hear their words.

-"Bec...I will never stop caring for you. I won't lie, sometimes it gets hard with my work, but I will do what is necessary so that something like today does not happen again. I promise".

-"But you shouldn't, like, you shouldn't be the one in charge of me. I'm a burden".

-"I know what you mean, and I know how you feel about dad, but believe me when I tell you how much it makes me happy to be here for you. I'm your big brother, it actually is my job to protect you. I love you, silly. I would never forgive myself if something happens to you. I wouldn't forgive myself if you didn't have the confidence to call me either".

With all being said and those emotions off her chest, her crying increased in tears and sound.

-"It's a 20. The pain is a 20" She managed to say in what seemed to be overacted, although it was only the natural response to having endured so much physical and emotional pain in such a short time.

-"Let's apply more pain killers". Connor talked to the nurses. -"And let's finish this up". He smiled at the little girl.

Jay found her reaction a little bit cute and couldn't resist smiling a bit when she jumped into her arms.

-"You will have to use the walking boot for at least 4 weeks". Dr. Rhodes informed when he finished. -"That if everything goes well".

-"What about dance lessons?"

-I'm sorry, Becs". -Dr. Halstead got into the conversation. -"That's going to be impossible. You need to give it a rest".

-"Not to mention the pain that would cause you".

-"Is she going to be able to be back when her ankle heals?"

-"If she listens to my recommendations in the letter, I don't see why not". Connor then turned to Becca: "I know this thing is very uncomfortable, but is necessary. You might start feeling as if you don't need it before the set time, but it is important that you do not take it off until I say so. If you trust me and you do this, You'll be fine and back to dancing soon".

Becca nodded sadly.

-"I understand this is very important to you, Becca. I can arrange to see you each week instead of two weeks to check how it is going".

-"Thank you, Connor''. His colleague said.

Becca yawned more than once on their way back to the Bullpen. She was discharged from the hospital, so she couldn't stay there and there wasn't any other place Jay could leave her. She was tired, her stressed body only wanting to rest.

-"Look at that!" Platt exclaimed when she spotted both Halsteads crossing the front door. -"It is my favorite Halstead!"

-"I'm glad to hear she's your favorite, because you are in the list now, Serge".

The Desk Sergeant smirked at the news.

-"I take this honor responsible".

-'All right, girl". Jay said, bending in front of the stairs. -"Let's do this again".

Becca hopped into her brother's back and he carried her upstairs, where all the squad greeted her with enthusiasm and good wishes. She sat in the coffee room waiting for him.

-"The punk confessed. We have enough evidence. It was an easy case, we're done for now". Voight informed Detective Halstead.

-"I'm sorry I wasn't here for interrogation, Serge. There was no one to take care of her...".

-"There's nothing to be sorry about''. Hank waved his hand from one side to another. -"Besides, you did your job, a good job capturing him. Now, you all are dismissed. You should take your sister to rest".

Detectives were able to go back home relatively early that day. The bullpen was empty when Jay went out of Hank Voight's office. There was only a blonde woman sitting at the desk in front of him.

-"Why are you still here?"

-"Your sister fell asleep on the couch. It didn't feel good to leave her alone in her condition". Hailey answered.

-"Thank you for that". He said honestly.

-"The same thing happened to me when I was a little bit older than her. I know it hurts like hell".

-"Yeah, she had a bad time. She's tired and drugged in pain killers, I should take her home".

-"Tell me if you need help with anything, I'm here. For real, partner". Detective Upton took her coat and walked herself downstairs.

-"Thanks again, Hails".

-"No problem".

It took him a while to stop staring at the stairs before going into the coffee room. There she was deeply asleep, it looked like she was melting.

-"Becca". He softly called her. -"Becca, it's time to go". But there was no answer, not even when he shaked her.

-"Well, third time's the charm. What could go wrong?" He muttered to himself and took Becca in his arms, this time as if she was a baby.

#Jay Halstead #Jay Halstead x sister #Jay Halstead x Halstead sister #one chicago #chicago pd #chicago pd fanfic #once chicago fanfic #trudy platt #haileyr upton #hank voight #Jay Halstead imagine

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hyuge · 6 months

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Baby Daddy

Camie and Bakugou dated for a bit in high school but quickly realized it wasn't going to work and broke it off mutually. They stayed friends afterwards, no biggie. Several years later, Camie shows up at Bakugou's doorstep because she's pregnant and the dad didn't want anything to do with it. She wants to keep the baby but she's freaking out and needs someone more levelheaded than she is to talk to. Bakugou, who actually really loves kids, tells her he's gonna help her out the whole way through. He agrees not to go murder the asshole that would bail on her but he's pissed so he is just going to channel that energy into being the best fucking uncle that kid'll ever have.

Meanwhile, Kirishima is finally working up the nerve to confess his many years long crush on Bakugou. He tells himself he's finally going to do it. Bakugou hasn't really dated anyone in a long time, they're both established in their careers, they spend all their time together already, and then he gets a call from Bakugou.

"I need to tell you something but you have to keep it to yourself. It's really important that this doesn't get around."

Kirishima smiles and says, "Yeah, sure. Anything for you."

And then Bakugou tells him that Camie is at his apartment and she's pregnant. Kirishima drops his phone in a panic, heart racing. He knew Camie and Bakugou were still close and that he never really dated anyone after her. He just assumed they were just friends. Bakugou said the breakup was mutual. But was it really? had bakugou lied about it to save face and the reason he hadn't dated anyone up to this point was because he still had feelings for her? But then if they were back together, why wouldn't Bakugou have told him? Kirishima scrambles to pick up the phone but he can't think straight, so he doesn't hear anything else Bakugou is saying. "I'm sorry. I gotta go."

"What? Kirishi-"

He hangs up the phone. Kirishima has a meltdown thinking he waited too long and missed his chance.

Bakugou can't get ahold of him for awhile after that. He's pissed, but he pushes it aside because he promised to help Camie and he still has hero work to do. So he does the things her boyfriend should have. He takes her to the doctor, helps her pick out baby stuff, makes sure she's eating the proper meals a pregnant woman needs.

At one point Camie slips going down the stairs and Bakugou calls Todoroki. He tells him to bring his brother over because they need a doctor and he's not taking Camie to the ER where there's a bunch of nosy fuckers. Natsuo looks her over, says she's okay but if anything starts to hurt or feel off to give him a call. Bakugou tells Camie to move in with him until the baby comes. His place is bigger and this way he can keep an eye on her better. She's annoyed but agrees. Meanwhile, Bakugou still can't get ahold of Kirishima.

When Kirishima finally answers the phone he laughs awkwardly and makes an excuse about work being busy. Bakugou tells him that Camie's moving in and asks if he can help move stuff. Kirishima says he can't because he's busy that day (a lie).

Eventually, they're spotted baby shopping. Photos of them buying a crib and looking at baby clothes are plastered all over the internet. Bakugou never checks skeezy news sites, but Camie googles herself daily. The headlines are already twisted:

"IllusoMight having a baby?" "Pro Hero Dynamight and Pro Hero IllusoCamie spotted baby shopping!" "...sources say Dynamight and IllusoCamie dated in high school. It would seem their breakup wasn't as permanent as people thought!"

Camie yells for Bakugou from the other room. "Hey babe, I think you should look at this." Before he can even see what she's yelling about, his phone is ringing. Denki's name is on the screen when Bakugou answers.

"You're having a baby?!"

"What the fuck are you on about, sparks for brains?"

"It's all over the news. Pictures of you and Utsushimi baby shopping." Bakugou curses and rushes to the other room. Camie's holding her phone up with the screen facing him. "Why didn't you tell us you two were back together?"

"We're not," Bakugou growls. "I'm just helping her out because some asshole knocked her up and bailed."

"Were you the asshole?"

"Shut up." Bakugou hangs up the phone and collapses onto the sofa next to her.

Camie makes a joke about how the photos were pretty good candid shots. He glares at her and she sighs, holding her arms out for him to cuddle. Bakugou rests his head on her stomach and feels the baby kicking his face. He's so mad because fuck those shitty paparazzi, and the one person he wants to talk to the most isn't answering the phone.

He decides to try calling Kirishima again. After the third attempt, he picks up the phone. "Hey. I can't really talk I'm-"

"Busy. I know." Bakugou interrupts. His voice cracks.

"Hey. Hey, what's wrong?"

Bakugou sighs. "Can you come over? Please?"

There's a long pause before Kirishima finally answers with an, "Okay. I'll be there in twenty."

When Kirishima finally shows up he looks around the apartment before asking, "Where's Utsushimi?"

Bakugou waves him inside the apartment. "In her room, resting."

"Her room?"

Bakugou narrows his gaze at him. "Yeah, her room."

Kirishima has a confused look on his face, but shakes his head, deciding not to say whatever it is that was on his mind. "So, what's going on?"

Bakugou sits on the armrest of his sofa and sighs in defeat. "It's this whole pregnancy thing. I guess word started to spread."

"Oh," says Kirishima. "I know you wanted to keep a secret. I'm sure it's hard having a baby as a pro hero when you're not married."

"Mm. Camie seems more chill about it than expected. I think it helps that everyone online is saying how she's glowing. As if she couldn't make herself glow begin with." He rolls his eyes.

Kirishima nods slowly. "What about you? A baby's a huge change. That's gotta be hard."

"S'not like it's really my responsibility."

Kirishima actually looks mad about that for some reason. "Of course it's your responsibility! How could you say something so flippant when you're about to be a dad?"

"What?"

"You're having a baby but you're saying it's not your responsibility," explains Kirishima.

"I'm not having a fucking baby."

"What?" This time it was Kirishima's turn to be confused.

"Did you not hear anything I said to you on the phone before?"

"Um..." Kirishima's cheeks flushed red and he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I told you some asshole knocked her up and ditched. I'm just helping her out."

Kirishima's eyes grow rounder than Bakugou had ever seen them before. "So... You're not having a baby?"

"No."

"And you're not back together with Utsushimi?"

"No."

"And you're not still in love with her?"

"Hell. Fucking. No."

And then Kirishima is so visibly relieved that without thinking he reaches for Bakugou and pulls him into a kiss, startling him, but he doesn't fight it. They straighten out their feelings after that, and of course because Camie is Camie, she had the whole thing recording in a livestream to clear up any and all internet confusion on whether or not Dynamight was her baby daddy.

#fanfiction #bnha #fanfic #krbk #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #mha #kirishima eijirou #utsushimi camie #angst with a happy ending #pregnancy #pro heroes #characters are pro heroes #misunderstandings #shower thoughts #bakugou katsuki is a good friend #pregnant utsushimi camie

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myveryownfanfiction · 8 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014, @itzjustalexxx

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you take it kids), choking, slapping, dom/sub relationship

Pulling the shirt ace had given me tighter around me, I trudged back home. As I passed irbys, I paused. It wouldn’t hurt to put in an application here but I wanted to talk to ace first. Looking up as I heard a car pull up, I smiled a little at ace in the drivers seat.

“going my way doll?” Ace asked, a smirk on his face. He leaned over to open the car door for me and watched as I clambered in. “Hi sweets.” Ace kissed me deeply as I curled into his side. “What are you doing walking around town so early?” Ace asked as we neared pops.

“I got fired.” I whispered when ace pulled up in front of pops garage. Ace turned to look at me.

“you what?” He asked. I nodded, not daring to look at him. “(Y/N) what happened?”

“they changed the schedule.” I whispered. “They weren’t flexible with my schedule.” Ace nodded slowly.

“the school schedule right?” He asked, a hard edge to his voice. I nodded.

“they said I should quit if I had issues with the new schedule.” I added. “The last person who couldn’t apparently work that late did. And I…” I trailed off and ace squeezed my shoulder. “I may have said a few things to the boss.” Ace smirked and turned my head towards him.

“that’s my baby.” Ace remarked before kissing me forcefully. I gripped his shirt tightly, letting my head drop when he pulled away. “What’s wrong?” He asked, using his knuckle to lift my head back up. “You’re upset they fired you.” I nodded slightly, eyes scanning aces face.

“I have to find a new job ace.” I whispered. Ace swallowed hard before looking over at the garage. “Irbys is hiring. I thought I could put in there and then we could sort of still spend time together when I’m on shift and you can come in.” He turned to look at me again.

“no. Not irbys.” Ace shook his head. “I don’t want you in there with the scum that…” ace shook his head again. “Anywhere else but irbys.” Ace squeezed my shoulder as he tugged me closer. I nodded.

“ok.” I agreed. I leaned my head against his shoulder and sighed. “What am I going to do ace?” Ace leaned his head against mine and sighed. We sat in silence for a bit. Ace got out of the car and took my hands, pulling me up to our little apartment.

“come on. I have an idea.” Ace said as he kissed me deeply on the stairs. “You’re going to thank me after.” He picked me up and I laughed as he carried me into our bedroom. “Really going to thank me.” Ace threw me on the bed and pulled off his shirt. I slipped his shirt down my arms and threw it to the other side of the room. Ace smirked at me as he picked it up. “You are going to wear this. And only this.” I nodded as ace came over and dropped it by my head. Climbing over me, ace kissed me and started to take off my pants. I squirmed to help him and he threw them to the same corner I had thrown the shirt earlier. Aces hands bunched up the tshirt I was wearing and I moaned into the kiss as he nipped at my bottom lip. “Keep your pretty little mouth shut.” He whispered before ripping the shirt and tugging the ruined shirt off my arms. I stared at him as he threw it behind him with a smirk.

“ace.” I moaned as he pulled me up so I could put his shirt back on.

“Nuh uh.” He said with a smirk. “What’s my name little one?” I flushed and swallowed as I laid back, positioning the sides of the shirt around me just the way I knew ace liked.

“daddy.” I whined as I spread my legs so ace could lay between them. He hummed as he kissed me, wrapping his hand around my throat.

“that’s it little one.” He whispered, squeezing gently. I moaned and started to undo his belt. “Look at you. So eager for daddy.” Ace teased, moving his hand up to squeeze my cheeks. “Can’t wait for daddy to do it himself can you?” I shook my head as I got his belt undone and his pants pushed down his waist.

“no daddy. Need you.” I whimpered. Ace raised an eyebrow at me.

“how bad do you need me little one?” He whispered, grinding his hips against mine slowly. “Just how bad do you need me?” Ace squeezed harder and smirked at me, pushing his pants off all the way.

“bad daddy. Really bad.” Aces hand slipped back down around my throat. He kissed along my chest and hummed when I put my hands in his hair. “Take me daddy.” Aces head snapped up and he stared at me.

“The fuck you say?” Ace asked as he slapped me. My head turned with the force and I moaned.

“please daddy. Sorry daddy.” I whimpered, turning to look back at ace. He eyed me carefully before leaning in to kiss me roughly. Letting go of my throat, he lined himself up and thrust into me hard. I moaned into the kiss and tugged on his hair. “Yes. Yes daddy. Thank you daddy.” Ace smirked as he buried his head in my neck, kissing and nipping along the flesh.

“Ready little one?” Ace asked as he pulled back. I nodded and moaned as ace set a grueling pace. I moved up the bed with each thrust, ace growling as he struggled to keep his weight off me. He slapped me again when my eyes closed. “Eyes on me little one. Keep them open.” I nodded weakly, struggling to keep my eyes on him. Ace smirked at me, kissing me deeply as he started to grind against me and making me moan loudly. Ace put his hand back on my throat and squeezed. “Don’t cum until I tell you. Understand?” I nodded. Ace squeezed harder. “Understand?”

“yes daddy.” I breathed out. “Of course daddy.” Ace nodded and relaxed his hold slightly. I felt ace twitch in me a few minutes later. My moan was cut off as he squeezed my throat.

“cum for me little one.” Ace grunted. “Cum for me.” I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out as ace flexed his fingers against my throat. He let out a strangled grunt as he came shortly after. Ace took his hand away and collapsed on me. I breathed out a laugh and ace nuzzled into my neck. “Feeling better?”

“yeah.” I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Much better. Thank you ace.” He nodded against me.

“you deserve better than that job.” Ace pulled back to look at me. “I’ve always said that. They just proved it. You’ll find something better. I’m sure of it. Until then,” ace rubbed his nose against mine and kissed me softly. It was a completely different side of him than what he had shown just seconds before and I was the only one who got to see it. “Go to school. Graduate. Get a better job. I can support us for now.”

“Ace.” I started. He shook his head and cupped my cheek.

“it’s about 9 months. I can handle it. We’ll be ok.” Ace assured me with a kiss. “We can make this work.” I nodded as ace slowly pulled out. He kissed me again before going to the bathroom to grab a rag. He cleaned me up gently and climbed back in bed to cuddle with me. Ace slowly pulled the shirt off me and threw it into a corner.

“if you’re sure.” I sighed out. “Ace, if things get too bad…” ace kissed me again before pulling me onto his chest.

“I’ll let you know. But until then, I can take care of it.” I nodded and sighed.

“thank you. For today.” Ace chuckled as he pulled a blanket over us.

“I told you you would be thanking me.” Ace said. I gently slapped his chest as he laughed.

“jerk.” I fake gasped. Ace kissed me and ran his fingers through my hair.

“you love me though.” Ace said, leaning his head against mine. “Just like I love you.” I nodded against him.

“yeah I do.” I leaned up to kiss him sweetly. “I love you very much.”

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Out of It

You’d been feeling out of it for a few days. You tried to hide it because you didn’t want to worry your husband. He had enough on his plate with being a firefighter, being a dad and everything else going on. Eddie was an amazing man.

You had woke up early to cook breakfast for Eddie before his shift at the firehouse. You had just flipped his pancake when you suddenly became nauseous and dizzy. You grabbed the counter and held it.

“Good morning beautiful” you heard your husband say entering the room

“woah, y/n are you ok? You don’t look to good” he said rushing over to you and leading you to the chair at the kitchen table.

“Yeah, I’m fine I just got a little dizzy, thats all” you said putting on a small smile, your eyes couldn’t hide the truth though. Eddie sat down next to you. He grabbed your wrist and started checking your pulse.

“Honestly Eddie I’m fine, there is no need to worry”

“Y/n, you look weak and exhausted. You have barely ate anything the last few days, and I know you’ve tried to keep it from me but I can tell you haven’t been feeling good. What’s going on?” Eddie asked, his eyes screaming with worry. He pushed hair back behind your ear. He caressed your cheek. Just then your step son Christopher comes in the room.

“Is everything ok dad?” He ask.

“Yeah buddy, Y/n just doesn’t feel good, Carla should be here soon to get you, why don’t you go get ready for school?” He tells him and Christopher goes to get ready.

“Talk to me, beautiful” he pleads.

“I honestly don’t know, I’ve been nauseous and out of it the last few days. I can’t even stomach the thought of food” you admit.

“Well how about we schedule you an appointment and get you checked out today?” He suggests.

“But Eddie you have to go to work, you have a shift”

“I can talk to Bobby he will understand, I can always go in after the appointment.” You agreed.

Eddie finished the food and got Christopher fed and out the door. He called Bobby and explained everything. Bobby was more than understanding. You had gotten an appointment for 12:30 so Eddie made you go back to bed until it was time to get ready.

As you sat in the waiting room you grew nervous. You have always hated doctors. Eddie squeezed your hand and gave you a soft smile.

“I’m sure everything is ok, its probably just a little bug” he said.

“Diaz?!” The nurse yelled. You and Eddie stood up and headed back.

In the room you got situated. The nurse started asking questions.

“So what seems to be the problem today?”

“Well Ive been nauseous and dizzy, I had no appetite.” You said

“Oh and her pulse was super high earlier” Eddie added.

“Ok any other symptoms?” She asked.

You shook your head no.

“Is there any possibility of pregnancy?” She asked.

You froze, Eddie looked at you, you tried doing the math in your head.

“Um I don’t know, I’m not sure” you said.

“Alright well we will get some blood and do a test” the nurse says. She leaves the room.

Eddie jumps up from his chair and walks over to you.

“We could be pregnant?” He asked.

“Yeah, I guess, that didn’t even cross my mind, but I guess it makes sense with the symptoms. Are you mad?” You asked, afraid of his reaction.

“I couldn’t be anymore happier than I am right now!” He said cupping your face.

“Really?” You asked surprised.

“Yeah. I know we never talked about having more kids but now that we are I’m thrilled” he says, kissing you again.

The nurse comes back and takes the blood. She says they will call you with the results. You 2 stop for lunch on the way home and then Eddie heads to work. You tell him you will call home when you find out the results.

Its about 3 oclock when you receive a phone call.

You were pregnant! You wait for Christopher to get home from school and then the 2 of you head to the 118.

You pull in the parking lot and help Christopher out. You head inside. You walk in and you help Chris up the stairs. Chimney greets you first. Which gets Eddie’s attention. He rushes over to you. He gives Chris a hug and then kisses your cheek. Chris is distracted by whatever game Buck is playing. So Eddie leads you away.

“I’m surprised to see you, is everything ok? Did the doctor call?” He ask.

You can feel your smile spread across your face as you tell him what the doctor said. He wraps you in a hug and kisses you. After a few minutes alone he leads you back to the group. He sits down in the arm chair, you perch on the arm next to him. He nudges your arm and motions for you to sit in his lap. He wraps his arm around you and places it on your stomach. This surprises you because Eddie isn’t much for PDA or being overly romantic in public much less work.

“Hey everyone, we have an announcement!” He says, after clearing his throat. Everyone stops and looks at you. Buck pauses his game and Christopher comes over to you.

You look at Eddie and you take a deep breath.

“Christopher is going to be a big brother!” You say.

Everyone processes what you said. You and Eddie stand up as one by one the 118 congratulates and embraces you!

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Just For You~ Bill Weasley

Y/H means your house.

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Spending the summer with the Weasleys was something that Y/n thought would be full of stories and none of the romance.

However, the twins never told her that their older brother Bill would be home during those months.

Arriving with trunks from the past school year, kid after kid entered into the cozy burrow that belongs to the Weasley family. The home quickly filled up to the brim with conversations between one another about how it felt good for the school year to be over.

After another hectic year of Harry Potter's antics. This time producing a tight-knit group known as Dumbledore's Army. And the death of Y/n's father Sirius Black.

All they could talk about was the impending war that was to come at any day now. The kids are all being quickly shushed by Mrs. Weasley to not talk about something so foolish. Threatening them with a wooden spoon she was using to cook dinner with.

Sitting at the kitchen table watching it all, Y/n Black, the twin's longest friend was scared at what could happen within the coming years, and what might happen to her family. The only one she wants to keep safe, the only ones she has left.

Y/n just finished her wizarding education at Hogwarts and doesn’t know what to do now. Her being just a year older than the twins. Becoming their friend by helping them out of trouble on way more than one occasion.

As of now, this is all she has left. Them and the Order of Phoenix.

All Y/n would like to do is have a great summer after the horrible school year she had. Sitting at the table she closes her eyes just enjoying the bickering between Ginny and Ron, listening to prank planning in the room upstairs, Hermione giving Harry a lecture on why he needs to be careful, and Mrs. Weasley humming to herself as she cooks. Then she hears it. Someone apparates onto the grass field outside the Weasley home.

Quickly Y/n stands and is out the door before anyone can ask her where she’s going. She’s quick to get to the field wand at the ready. Only to see another redhead.

She still points her wand at the stranger, not knowing if she can trust him or not. She doesn’t really do the whole trust thing anymore.

Everyone else in the house is quick to follow her out of the house into the yard. Mrs. Weasley is first to run to the man and gives him one of her famous hugs saying, “My boy how good it is to see you. How… Why… you know what it doesn’t matter you are here now and that is all that matters.”

Another one is all that Y/n can think in that moment of seeing this play out in front of her.

“You have another brother?” Y/n asks George.

“Yeah,” George says. “We never told you,” Fred chimed in.

“NO, you never told me!” Y/n exclaims, “Any more siblings I should know about.”

“The only other one you haven’t met yet is Charlie but he’s in Romania having fun with dragons,” Fred says.

The twins walk away from Y/n and towards their brother.

Y/n finally gets a good look at the oldest Weasley boy taking in every feature he has. From the scars dawning his face to the rugged look of his hands to the broad and muscular shoulders that top out his frame. All she can do is admire him and She doesn’t know his name yet.

She retreats into the house to evade the twins and pushing questions she knows they might ask. Only to pass Ginny on her way into the house.

“You fancy Bill don’t you,” she asks you.

“You fancy Harry,” Y/n quips back at her. Leaving the youngest Weasley in a flustered state.

The very short conversation with Ginny makes Y/n walk even faster to get into the house before anyone else can bother her with questions. Not until dinner was ready.

So she stayed in Ginny’s room reading a book until Mrs. Weasley yelled up the stairs that dinner was ready. This is followed by the heavy footsteps of the boys spilling out of what Y/n assumed was Bill’s bedroom.

She as well made her way down the stairs into the almost full dining room with one empty seat between Bill and George. This seat must be where Charlie would sit when he was home.

Y/n makes her plate with the delicious food being passed around the table from one person to another. She begins to eat without saying a word to anyone, and nobody questioned it. Y/n wasn’t quiet because she was sitting between the two Weasley boys but because this reminds her of one of the few memories she has with her father. Christmas at Grimmauld Place was a weird and untraditional one, but it was a good definition of the people Y/n calls her family.

So the people around her carried on their conversations without including her in them. The many conversations happening around her get drowned out by the rapid heartbeat Y/n can hear next to her. Leaving Y/n to say.

“Are you okay?”

But it’s not to George, its to Bill.

Bill says nothing but continues to eat and pick at the food in front of him.

“Hey, I’m talking to you. Are you okay?” this time Y/n nudges him to try and get a response from him.

“Hmm.. oh yeah I’m fine,” Bill responds.

“Go outside get some fresh air, before your heart bursts,” Y/n says back to him.

“I can’t they’ll know somethings off with me,” he says.

“Follow me,” She says.

With that Y/n stands grabs her plate and walks outside. Nobody says a word as she walks out, they only stare at her. When she’s finally outside there are hushed whispers about if she’s okay or not.

Bill quickly stands and follows Y/n out taking his plate with him too. Closing the door behind him he sees Y/n using her wand to get a blanket out of the open window of the twins’ room laying it on the grass in front of her.

“I think you may have followed me too quickly,” she says with a little chuckle, “sit.”

Y/n sits on the blanket patting the spot next to her inviting Bill to sit down on the blanket.

“So mystery girl tell me something about yourself,” Bill says breaking the silence.

“We both know that the twins told you everything about me. So how about we start with you telling me about yourself,” Y/n says back to him.

“You’ve got me. They talk about you quite regularly,” Bill responds.

“Yeah they’ll do that when you get them out of trouble with Snape,” Y/n says. “You got them out of trouble with Snape! How did you do that? I would honestly like to know for the next time I have to encounter that man,” Bill chuckles.

“Well, the twins had started hexing cauldrons left out in the positions classroom, and snape found out. So what I did was hex his wand into casting the hex while he was in his office. Made one of the cauldrons go off on my way out. The man was confused for weeks trying to figure out who and how this happened to his wand,” she explains to him, “he was more worried about his wand than what the twins did to the cauldrons.”

Bill lets out laughter the entire time Y/n is explaining to him what happened. Y/n smiling as Bill’s laughter dies down.

“So tell me about yourself. Hell, I don’t even know what your name is,” Y/n says to him.

“Well to start off with my name is William but everyone calls me Bill,” he responds.

“Solid start,” she quips.

“I’m the oldest Weasley. The one everyone looks up to. Went to Hogwarts graduated and became a curse breaker, with the scars to prove it. That’s the extent of my life so far,” he finishes.

“Why was your heart beating so fast while sitting at the table?” she asks.

“You could hear my heart?” he asks.

“I asked you a question first,” she spits out quickly.

“When I was on a case I got to see first hand just what those death eaters are capable of. It scares me about what could happen to my family if they get the thought that we’re helping Harry,” he fastly explains.

“I saw what they’re capable of too. I saw that Bellatrix didn’t even second guess herself when she killed my father. She killed someone from her own family. It makes me believe they’ll do anything to win the war. The one that’s coming. It’s only a matter of time till they reach someone you love,” Y/n says back.

Y/n moves the plate from her lap onto the grass beside her. Looking up at the sky. “Enjoy the time you have with them now before the war officially starts,” she says to him, “I would give everything for just one more moment with my dad. Just one more. Then again everyone says that when they loose someone they love.”

“I enjoy every minute with them. Even the rocky moments and arguments I love it. I would even go to say that I missed it while I was away,” he says back.

“Yeah, I missed it too during every school break. No matter how mad the twins drive every waking moment,” Y/n chuckles, making Bill chuckle as well.

A silence fills the void of conversation while the two of them finish eating their dinner outside on Fred’s quilt.

Once Y/n is done with her food she sets the plate to the side and lays on her back to look up at the starry sky. She listens in on Bills heart again for background noise only to find it racing only slightly this time.

“You wanna ask me a question or something?” Y/n asks Bill.

“How did you know?” He says.

“You’ve been quiet for too long for you not to be contemplating something, and everyone wants to ask me questions since they now know who I truely am. So I assumed,” she says back in a hurry.

“Well you’re right. I was goin-” he cut off.

“As I usually am,” she says,” continue.”

“I was going to ask, What house your mom was in? I ask only because you’re a Y/H and your dad was a Gryffindor, so what was your mom,” He asks.

“She was also a Gryffindor. To be honest I think that was the only thing my parents had in common.” she answers,” Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.”

Bill’s eyes go wide. He didn’t think that he would be asked a question in return for his, but the possibilities of what the question could be were endless. “Okay,” is all he can say.

“What’s your patronous?” she asks.

Bill brings his eyebrows together in confusion at the random question that came from her mouth.

“What!? It’s my favorite thing to find out when I meet new witches and wizards. You would be shocked at how big of a tell it is of someones personality. So what is yours?” she babbles.

“How about just for you, I show you instead of tell you,” he responds.

“Okay, I’m waiting,” she sasses back.

Bill pulls out his wand and casts the much anticipated spell. Y/n was in shock at the animal the light formed.

A lion plain as day.

When the animal disappears Bill turns to look at Y/n and the look on her face. He wasn’t expecting to see the shocked expression on her face, and immediately starts thinking the worst.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” he quickly asks her.

“I’m fine. I need to show you something though,” she says back to him.

Her response confuses Bill, but he sits back and lets her do what she needs to. She pulls her wand out again to cast her patronus.

“Expecto Patronum,” she whispers. The light flows from her wand and begins to take shape of an animal. The light takes shape. And it takes shape of a lioness.

It now dawns on Bill that together their patronuses create a matching set. This is something that Y/n hadn’t heard of since James and Lily Potter. Y/n is waiting for Bill to say something after showing him her patronus, nervous he won’t say anything.

“That’s incredible. I haven’t heard of anyone having previous matching patronuses before they meet. Well I have but only once and that was between Lily and James Potter. That is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me,” he rambles with a smile.

“It is the rarest thing for people with matching patronuses to meet. I haven’t even met another person with any kind of lion patronus.” Y/n says in shock.

“Well I guess now you have,” he quips back.

“I guess we have to get married now,” she says sarcastically.

“I think we should start with at least a relationship first,” he says back to her.

“Yeah, I guess we should,” she replies.

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generic-wattpad-badboy · 2 years

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Hi ! I was wondering if you could do a Steve Harrington x male reader where steve gets set up on a blind date by robin whenever you want or have time to ? Thank you!

Robin the Matchmaker

Pairing : Steve Harrington x Male reader

Tags: first date, first kiss, fluff, Friendship

Word count : 1263

So here he was fixing his hair again for the hundred times in the past hour and slowly going insane listening to robin talk about something.

Steve has been on many dates with many different types of girls, His dates all went the same way he’d take them out somewhere sometimes to see a movie or dinner or he would take them to skull rock and just get down to the fun bit. However, they all had one thing in common they were all girls. However, after some self-reflection and talking with robin he came to the conclusion that he wouldn’t be against dating a guy. So, robin decided she would set him up on a blind date and wouldn't tell him anything.

“Maybe you should cancel it” Steve interrupted Turing to face her

Robin rolled her eyes “You’re not canceling and stop freaking out, I promise you’ll like him”

“What if he turns out to be a serial killer and I get murder then my death will haunt you for the rest of your life because you forced me on a date, what will you tell Dustin?”

Robin stared at him

“Are you finished”

“...yes”

“Okay, first of all Y/N isn’t a serial killer I'm pretty sure he rescues lost kitten from trees on the weekend, second of all how the hell did we not know you were queer earlier with how dramatic you are and third of all if Y/N did murder you probably deserved it.” Robin Lectured sitting up from lounging on his bed and picking up his jacket and offering it to him.

Steve accepted the jacket “Where are we meeting again”

“Lou’s diner”

“Why so far?” Steve asked whilst making final adjustments to himself

“Steve has all that Farrah Spray made you stupid, did you forget where we live?” robin scolded “Lou’s is out the way so not many people go there, and I've met Lou before he’s nice and he doesn’t care who you’re with, now go”

Robin stands and practically drags Steve out of his room and down the stairs to his own front door and pushes him out of it.

“Bye have fun” Robin says closing the door

Steve attempts to stop her from closing the door on him but fails "robin wait-”.

Steve parks his car and gets out as he approaches, he whispers to himself before opening the diner door "You can do this”.

The diner is pretty much empty aside from one lone person sitting in a booth facing away from the door he doesn’t turn around as the door chimes. This must be the guy then. Did it just get hotter in here or is it just him? He makes his way over and tries not to throw up.

“Hey Harrington, you made it” The guy greets him as he slides into the other side of the booth

Steve finally gets to see him properly and Jesus Christ he’s pretty “Hey, Robin practically pushed me out the door”

The guy laughs and Steve falls in love with him. He needs to thank robin when he goes home.

“Yeah, that sounds like her”

After the laughter dies down an awkward silence falls over the booth, Steve needs to break it, so he asks where Y/N knows robin from.

“We were in band together before I graduated”

“When did you graduate?”

Y/N looks at him with the same look robin gives him when he’s said something stupid, and she can’t believe it.

“Steve... We graduated at the same time; we were in the same year” Y/N explains

There is no way in hell, Steve wouldn't remember someone as pretty as Y/N, sure Steve stuck to the popular crowd but surely -actually the more he thinks about it the more he believes it.

“Oh shit, I really was an asshole in high school, wasn’t I?”

“Absolutely but you must have changed otherwise Robin never would have befriended you” Y/N answers with a smile

They are interrupted by tall man in an apron, this must be Lou Steve thinks looking at him

“What can I get you kids”

They both look at the menu then Steve answers first “Can I have the burger and fries with a coke”

Lou turns towards Y/N “And for you”

“Could I get F/N with a D/N please”

“Sure, I'll bring them over” Lou says before walking away and leaving them alone again.

“So, Steve I’m dying to know, who made Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington have a queer awakening?” Y/N said leaning forward slightly across the table

“Han Solo, Robin forced me to watch all of the Star Wars films with her a couple months ago and I've not been the same since”

“That checks out” Y/N grinned whilst looking at him.

Steve hopes he’s not blushing, is this what all his dates feel like because he’s starting to feel bad for them if they do. The Constant butterflies every time he gets Y/N to laugh might kill him. Robin would definitely never let that go.

“So, tell me more about this new mature Steve who’s not the same asshole from high school, Robin said you have kids?”

With a smile Steve tells him about Dustin and the rest of them minus some things, they spend the rest of evening trading stories and laughing. Lou comes by during this and drops off their orders before leaving again. Steve swears he winked at him when he told them to enjoy their meal.

It’s much later in the night when Steve offers to drive him back home and Y/N accepts. They drive in comfortable silence until they reach the road Y/N lives on.

“You know what Harrington? "Y/N questions looking over at him from the passenger seat

“what”

“I had fun today”

“Me too” Steve replied pulling to a stop outside Y/N's house “we should do this again sometime”

“I’d like that”

They both sat in silence waiting, this would normally be where Steve would be charming and swoop in for the kiss, but he couldn’t. Do you kiss a guy the same way as a girl or is it different? What if he messed it up and Y/N hates him.

Just as Steve begins to spiral, he looks over to see Y/N with his eyebrows drawn together thinking. Steve is just about to ask him if hes okay, when Y/N looks at him and nods to himself. Y/N leans over and presses a light kiss to Steve's lips.

Steve freezes and his brain goes blank, Y/N's lips are warm and soft, and Steve never wants to feel anything else again, he feels as Y/N starts to pull away and kicks himself, he needs to kiss back so he does, He brings his hand up to Y/N's cheek to keep him close. Y/N parts his lips slightly allowing Steve tongue to slip inside.

When they finally pull apart it's only because they need to breathe.

Y/N smiles at him then gets out with a slam of the car door, He ducks slightly and speaks through the rolled down window “Goodnight, Steve”

He replies smiling and with a wave “night”

With one last wave from Y/N walks away from the car and heads inside.

Steve can’t keep the grin off his face as he drives home or when he finally arrives and walks in spotting Robin longing on his sofa. She looks over at him and can barely contain her excitement. Steve takes the spot next to her and she explodes.

“Tell me everything, how do you feel?”

“ gay really fucking gay”

#x male reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x male reader #x male!reader

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ktkat99 · 10 months

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Two Weeks Of Whump Challenge Day 10. Phone Call

*Mr. Wayne? This is Becky, from Gotham Academy.*

"Hello. Is something wrong?"

*Your son Tim Drake has been marked as absent today. I was just calling to check if you forgot to call in and excuse his absence?*

"No. He should be there. He didn't show up?"

*I'm afraid not.*

"Alright. I'll find him. Thank you for calling."

Bruce hung up his phone and called Tim.

No answer.

He then pressed the speed dial for Jason, the only one of his kids who was both in town and not in school.

Yyyyy

Jason grumbled to himself under his breath as he trudged up the front walk to Drake Manor.

The kid had left his cell phone in the batcave the night before, so they weren't able to track him that way. However, he had told everyone he was heading home to get some sleep after patrol the night before, so that was where he was starting.

Bruce was seeing about checking the bedrooms at the Manor, just in case. After that, they'd expand their search radius and call in backup.

Jason reached the door and slipped the spare key he'd made himself into the lock.

The door clicked open.

"Yo, Tim! You here?" He called.

The only noise was a slight echo, returning his question back to him.

He tried to pretend he wasn't concerned as he entered the house and began searching.

The kid could take care of himself just fine, but that didn't rule out the possibility that something had happened.

"Tim!" He called again.

And again, nothing.

He wasn't in the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, or anywhere else downstairs.

So Jason went upstairs, ears straining for any sound. Maybe Tim had just slept through his alarm clock? Maybe he'd caught a cold and had forgotten to call the school?

Or maybe he'd been attacked.

This house had been broken into in the past, after all.

Either way, he didn't hear so much as a whisper from anyone else as he climbed the stairs.

Had Tim even made it home last night?

"Timmy, you in here?" He reached his brothers bedroom door and knocked as he opened it.

The room was messy, the bed had obviously been slept in, but there was still no Tim.

Now Jason really had his guard up. There had been no signs that Tim had been downstairs yet, as the kitchen was clean and no dishes were in the sink, but he had been upstairs sleeping that night.

And now? Why wasn't he answering?

Could he not hear Jason?

Could he hear but was unable to respond?

Stealthily, Jason padded down the hall to the next door, the bathroom.

He palmed the switchblade he always kept in his pocket and pushed the door in.

Splashes of water on the counter by the sink led him to believe that Tim had at least gotten ready for school.

Or, well. Gotten ready.

But that still didn't offer any hint as to where he was-

Tim's backpack lay in the middle of the hall.

Jason narrowed his eyes, mind jumping immediately to 'there was an attack', until he saw which door it was outside.

Oh.

Fuck.

He slipped his knife back where it went and walked up to the door, once again knocking as he pushed it open.

Sure enough, Tim was seated in the window seat by his parents' bed, head bent, breathing softly.

"Tim. Hey, wake up."

Jason walked over and knelt by his brother, slipping the file he'd apparently fallen asleep reading out from his fingers.

Tim's eyes twitched behind his eyelids and he sighed, pulling his hands in closer to his body.

"Tim. Wake up."

"Hmm?" Tim's eyes opened. "Wha..?"

"What's going on, man? It's not like you to play hookie."

Tim blinked and squinted, taking a minute to register who, exactly, was talking to him.

"Bruce thought you were kidnapped. Why didn't you go to school?"

Tim closed his eyes and sighed, turning to look out the window. "Sorry. Did he need me for a mission?"

"No. The school called him when you never showed up."

"Hm. Sorry."

"Tim, what's going on? What's with all these papers?"

"They were dropped off before I left. It's… it's all the legal bullshit I have to go through. My parents wills, and all that."

"You lost track of time?"

Tim shrugged.

"Tim?"

"I don't… really think I can handle being around people."

Jason nodded and stood, shoving Tim's legs aside and sitting beside him on the window seat.

"What's wrong?"

Tim stared out the window mutely, arms crossed. He took a long slow inhale, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back against the wall, exhaling just as slowly.

Then he pointed at a file that had been set aside.

Jason had nearly sat on it.

"What's this?" Jason picked it up and opened it, flipping through.

"Just what it looks like. Everything I did for them… for him… was for nothing. I was never going to be good enough for him."

Jason saw the page he was talking about and had to thread it twice.

And then again.

"Wow. Tim. I… I'm so sorry."

Tim didn't react, but his eyes closed and he bowed his head. Jason could see the tears seep out from between his eyelids.

Jason read the page again, just to be sure.

He then pulled out his phone and sent a text to Bruce.

J- *Tim's safe but you need to come over here. He just found out he's not Jack's kid.*

B- *I'm on my way. Is he alright?*

J- *No.*

#batman #tim drake #jason todd #red robin #batfam #red hood #twow #twoweeksofwhump #bruce wayne #good brother jason todd

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aprocessionofthoughts · 7 months

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To see and not understand

ectoberhaunt 2023 day 3- white crow TW- Danny dies but we all know that summary- Danny has always been able to see them. He's just never known what they meant.

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Danny had always been able to see them. They fluttered at the corners of his vision, disappearing if he tried to look at them.

He hadn’t known what they were at first. When he was younger he was always whipping around to try and catch a glimpse of them. People thought he was very distracted as a child. It had taken a few years for him to realize they were some kind of white bird, and a few more years to realize they were crows.

He had tried to tell people at first, but when a child says they see white birds at the corners of their vision adults tend to think the child is ‘just seeing things’ or ‘has an active imagination.’ And other kids say that they’re crazy or silly.

He learned to keep it to himself pretty early on.

He didn’t always see them and there they’d show up in different quantities. Sometimes he wondered if that meant anything.

Most of the time he tried to ignore them.

They'd perch on telephone wires, on cars, along bookshelves and his classmate’s desks. They’d sit on his nightstand or on his neighbors’ windowsills.

Maybe if he’d been smarter he would have begun to see the pattern. Maybe if he didn’t already suffer from being the son of the town kooks he would have looked into it more instead of pretending everything was normal.

He was already the son of crazy ghost hunters, living in the shadow of his big sister’s smarts, and all the teachers had made clear that she was obviously the smarter of the too. So why make himself out to be even more different?

He had Sam and Tucker. And, sure, they were a bit weird too. But with Danny’s luck this would be what pushed them away. What made them decide that he was too strange, too crazy, too different.

And he didn’t want to be alone.

So he went to school, avoided his parents, hung out with his friends, and dreamed of space, and he ignored the birds.

Today was like any other. After saying goodbye to Sam and Tuck, he headed home.

He wasn’t really paying attention but then he looked up from where he had been staring at the ground as he walked and he saw the birds. Not hidden away.

Not at the corners of his vision.

But all lined up.

Thirteen white crows perched on his house.

He froze.

The birds didn’t move.

Then with a cry they all took off and disappeared over the neighbor’s house.

It took Danny a moment to unfreeze, but when he did he ran inside. Panting, he slammed the door shut behind him.

That had been too strange. And maybe, he should say something about it?

No.

At least not about having always seen the birds. But maybe he could just tell his parents about seeing the birds on the house. They’d laugh it off and tell him it was strange and nothing to worry about.

Yes, he could do that. It would help ease the worry.

He headed towards the lab. That’s where they’d been all week working on what they called the ‘Ghost Portal.’

He went down the stairs but the lab was empty.

He was about to head back upstairs when his eyes strayed back to the portal. It was massive, taking up nearly all of one wall with wires and tubes leading into it.

He stepped toward it.

His parents said it would lead to the Ghost Zone, which was obviously not real. Ghosts weren’t real.

But wouldn’t it be cool if it was?

A whole other dimension to explore. It would be like space only instead of endless stars it’d be the unknown of the afterlife.

He walked towards it. He didn’t think his parents were home, if they were they’d be here.

He glanced around before grinning and going to pull on his hazmat suit. With the hood on he felt like an astronaut getting ready for launch.

He stepped towards the portal again.

“And here we have famed space explorer Danny Fenton getting ready to explore yet another unknown world.” Danny muttered under his breath, grinning. He stepped into the portal, looking around.

He crept further back towards the end of the hole.

He should probably leave and get back to his room before anyone else got home. It’d be super embarrassing to be caught with his suit on down here and Jazz would probably lecture him about being around unsafe lab equipment.

He turned around and took a step back toward the entrance when he tripped.

He caught himself against the wall and felt something shift below his hand.

He looked up.

Thirteen white crows stared at him from the lab.

Then every nerve was on fire and he screamed.

One for sorrow Two for mirth Three for a wish Four for a birth Five for a kiss Six for wedding Seven for a secret never to be told Eight for health Nine for gold Ten for wealth Eleven for heaven Twelve for Hell Thirteen for funeral bells

(the poem is based on the Magpie Rhyme)

#ectoberhaunt23 #ectoberhaunt #day 3 #eh magic #white crow #Danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #hurt #no one knows #no one knows au #hazmat au #full hazmat au #no comfort

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lordgrimwing · 4 months

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Friends and Family #05

“Hello, Arwen,” Elrond greeted the black-haired teen sitting on the living room couch surrounded by a veritable blizzard of note paper. He continued to the kitchen before she responded. The hospital was an absolute madhouse today. He felt so worn down that he was considering asking Celebrían if they could reschedule their date to another day.

In the kitchen, he set his backpack down on the counter and sighed. He rubbed his tired eyes and let his shoulders slump with exhaustion. He could really do with a nap but he knew if he laid down now, he either wouldn’t be able to fall asleep tonight or else he’d wake up far too early tomorrow. One of those days.

“Hi, Dad,” Awren said. The fourteen-year-old smiled as she came down the stairs. “Mom said to tell you she’d be back in twenty minutes with Elladan and Elrohir. They forgot their homework at school, again.”

He sighed and sagged against the counter, knee hitting the pan cupboard. How did the twins manage to not bring home their schoolwork so consistently? Did the teacher not check that all the kids had their assignments before sending them home? What were they doing? “Thank you for letting me know.”

“No problem.” She grabbed a bottle of apple juice from the fridge.

He paused, brain catching up to what was happening. “Weren’t you just in the living room?” He asked.

“No,” She grabbed two cups from the drying rack beside the sink. “I was upstairs.”

He blinked. “Who’s in the living room?”

“Maeglin. We’re making a presentation for our Middle-earth history class.” She gave him a look that said that as her father, he should have known that.

“Oh, right.”

He accompanied her back into the living room. Sure enough, the child sitting on the couch was Maeglin. Elrond wondered how he mistook the pale teen for his daughter. Yes, they both had dark hair, but his black hair was cut short around his ears in a style more common in young children who couldn’t be expected to look after it. He wore an oversized t-shirt from a dwarf-human metal band that probably would have gotten him sent to the office if he had it on at school. Definitely not something Arwen would dare do; she'd never gone to the principal's office for anything other than a student of the month award.

“Hi, Maeglin,” Elrond greeted.

The teen looked up. The purple circles under his eyes were worse than usual. “Hello, Mr. Marillion,” He muttered and then looked down again at the textbook in his lap.

Elrond and Celebrían suspected that Maeglin’s home life was less than ideal, something more than being a latch-key kid whose parents were gone too much. Celebrían saw his mother at a parent-teacher conference once, though she hadn’t been able to catch up to her to talk to finally meet the mother of the child her daughter had been friends with for several years. She looked harried, hair flying out of a sagging bun and stress lines marking an otherwise young face. They’d never seen his father, though Arwen said he occasionally mentioned him. As it often did, concern stirred in Elrond’s chest for the child. He’d always rebuffed any attempts to connect or learn more about his family life, though, and there was little they could do at this point other than make sure he felt welcomed in their home.

Arwen put the juice and cups down on the book table, pushing aside neatly written note pages (clearly hers) to make room for them. “We’re just doing an assignment, Dad. You don’t need to watch us.”

“Right,” He said with a tired smile.

There was an awkward few months at the start of the school year where they declared themselves as girlfriend-boyfriend. Other than a very nervous and sweaty Maeglin taking Arwen to a sophomore dance, and occasional uncomfortable hand-holding, very little about their relationship changed. Elrond felt like he had to chaperone dates/hanging out anyway when he was around. Celebrían laughed about it and hadn’t been at all surprised when Arwen came home from school one day and announced that she and Maeglin were back to being just friends. Turns out, they really only got together because the other kids said they were dating, so they had to be girlfriend-boyfriend. Their daughter was a little embarrassed about the whole thing now.

“Well, call if you need anything. Mom and I might get pizza for dinner.”

Both teens perked up at the suggestion.

“That’d be awesome, Dad. Thanks!” Arwen said, then turning to the other, she added, “You can stay for dinner, right?”

Maeglin nodded. “Yeah.”

Elrond walked back through the kitchen and settled in one of the chairs at the dining room table so he could finally sit down without interrupting the presentation-making extravaganza. He wondered how Celebrían would feel about pizza and a movie in bed as their date night. Would she mind if he fell asleep partway through? Probably not if they were cuddling.

He’d have to ask when she got home with the twins.

#maeglin my little guy #he makes me sad in this au #he makes elrond and celebrian sad too #he's about to make arwen really sad too #all my homies hate eol #elrond looks like the dad from calvin and hobbs when he bikes to work #maeglin #arwen #elrond #the silmarillion #twdd au #grimwing writes

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