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the fact that i am at risk of seeing a 15 year old's opinion at any time of day on the internet is a human rights violation
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Trailer park Steve AU part 15
part 1 | part 14 | ao3
“Please please please please pleeeeease,” Dustin whines, tugging hard on the hem of Steve’s shirt.
“Dude get off me.” He slips the last of the leftover containers into the fridge, slams the door shut, and turns to glare at Dustin, who oh-so-conveniently had to step out after dinner to ‘walkie Lucas about a homework question’ and left Steve and Eddie to do the washing up.
In the absence of a Henderson buffer, the air between them had pretty immediately gone stale. Hesistant and charged, overly formal; fucking weird. Eddie moves like a weirdo, sways his hips out of the way of counter corners instead of walking a straight path, like some swaggering drunken pirate, and he spent the last ten minutes awkwardly traipsing around the perimeters of the kitchen as if Steve were a landmine he might set off at any time.
So yeah.
Steve’s feeling a little ungracious at the moment. “Seriously, what is so important that you can’t just show it to us tomorrow?”
“Ummm, scientific discovery? Wonder at the natural world around us?? Where’s your sense of adventure, Steve?”
“The last time I followed my sense of adventure out to your cellar I almost got—” His eyes cut sharply to Eddie, who’s doing a terrible job of pretending not to eavesdrop. Steve scrambles for a way to end his sentence that isn’t eaten by a creature with a razor flower for a face. “—uh, mauled.”
“Mauled?” Eddie asks, eyes bugging out. “Henderson, I’m not following you into the woods to get to turned into some feral thing’s chew toy, man.”
“It was fine,” Dustin insists, covertly kicking Steve in the shin.
Steve thinks of his NDAs and plays along. “Y-yeah. Totally fine. It was just, like, a rabid raccoon or something.”
“That… does not sound fine.”
“It’s cool,” Steve tries to reassure him (no idea why, really; that cellar’s nightmare fuel.) He throws a dish towel over his shoulder, nods his head decisively. “I’ll bring my nail bat with us.”
“You’ll fucking bring your what?”
—
Steve drags his nail bat through the leaves on the narrow trail, the wood thudding along behind him as they make their way to the cellar, a detached storm shelter at the far edge of the lot. It’s dark out here. And cold. His breath hangs in a puff of wet fog when he mutters, “Seriously, Dustin, this better be Noble Prize worthy stuff.”
“It’s Nobel,” Eddie says.
“Huh?”
“The, uh- the prize? It’s No-bel.”
“….Well, that’s stupid.”
“Why would it be Noble?” Eddie snorts, but his eyes are curious and kind.
“Because— because you have to be Noble to earn it? I don’t know!” Eddie laughs like he finds the answer cute. Steve doubles down. “That makes perfect sense, and you know it. A Noble Prize for a Noble Effort. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re wrong,” Dustin grunts as he unlocks the cellar doors. “Now come on.”
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The cellar's just as creepy as Steve remembers: low ceiling, dusty cement blocks, a single, sad lightbulb dangling on a string. He eyes the dark corner on the far side of the squat room, bricked up now but it wasn't before; there were tunnels under here, once, vast networks like blood vessels to the beating heart of a monster Steve still can't fully comprehend. He grips the bat a little tighter.
"—Shit," Dustin says suddenly, cutting himself off mid-ramble about how cool his latest science project is, how it puts Cerebro to shame. "I forgot the remote."
"You want me to go get it?" Steve offers.
"No!" Dustin says it in a rush, then stammers, "No, that's okay. You won't know what to look for." He seems nervous. Jittery. Maybe the cellar creeps him out, too. "Be right back, just wait here."
"Grreeeat," Eddie replies as Dustin jogs back up the stairs, cupping his hands around his mouth to call sarcastically after him, "We'll just be loitering in your murder basement, then; take your time!"
With Dustin gone, there’s nothing to do but stand there metaphorically twiddling their thumbs. Steve’s idly swinging his bat in a wide sweep around his calves, and Eddie’s staring at the ground, scuffing the toe of his shoe into a streak of dirt, arms crossed over his chest, head bowed. He’s humming something that Steve can't quite make out, but it doesn't sound like the stuff he usually blasts from his van. It's softer. Easy. Almost pop.
“Hey, wait a sec...” Steve holds up a finger, turning his good ear toward the stairs. The leafy crunch of footsteps isn’t getting any quieter, and now it sounds like there are two pairs, getting louder; circling back. “You hear that?”
Eddie nods. Looks serious and spooked. Steve raises his bat, a sudden spike of fear; he creeps over to the stairs. “Hey,” he calls to the darkness. The rustling noise picks up, a swish of movement through the brush, and then the crrrrroak of something metal. Something heavy, groaning on its—
Hinges. Hinges. Son of a bitch, the cellar doors. “Hey!” he shouts, breaking into a run. “HEY—!”
BOOMMMM.
The doors slam shut with a heavy crash and the grating clink of more metal scraping metal. Steve bolts up the stairs, shoves with all his strength against the slanted doors above him. The doors don’t budge. “What the fuck?” Eddie shouts from the bottom of the stairs.
Steve pounds against the doors. “HENDERSON?”
Eddie comes up to join him, using his forearms like battering rams to try to bash the doors open. His voice cracks when he hollers, “Henderson, for real, man! I-if this is some kinda- some kinda sick fucking joke it isn’t funny!!”
“It’s for your own good!!” a voice that isn’t Dustin yells through the gap in the doors, and Eddie squawks, “MIKE?”
Mike?? MIKE?? Oh, that goddamned ungrateful, conniving little—
“We just wanted you two to talk to each other!” Mike says.
Dustin adds, “For real this time."
“Yeah, for real this time!”
Steve punches the doors, and Eddie bares his teeth like he can scorch a hole through the metal with the heat of his glare alone. “Wheeler, you are SO dead!!”
“So fucking dead!!!” Steve agrees.
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part 16
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Spontaneous G.W. x Reader
Warnings: one swear word
Word Count: 3k
Pairing: George Weasley x Reader
Summary: You were rich, pretty, smart, and everything George wasn't. According to George, you were untouchable. He admires you from afar until he learns that you are human, just like him
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“I think you’ve got enough strawberries George.” Fred laughed, waving his hand in front of George’s face. George blinked, coming out of a trance to finally tear his eyes away from the girl that had him captivated and look at his plate. He had about 15 strawberries dangerously stacked next to his toast and waffles. Ten minutes ago he had been starving, ready to eat Fred if he had to until you walked in, laughing with your friends. He didn’t even see you at first since he was so preoccupied picking out his breakfast but he heard you. Someone must have said something hilarious because your laugh seemed to echo around the Great Hall, bombarding George from all angles. He loved it. Your laugh sounded like the crescendo in a song, taking his breath away. He had been red in the face and sweaty before he even saw you. When he finally did look at you, it was all over. You moved so gracefully, you could have been floating. George watched you talk with your friends and when he saw your smile, he forgot all about his grumbling stomach.
Fred turned to look over his shoulder and when he caught sight of you, he rolled his eyes and turned back to his brother. “Here’s an idea Georgie,” Fred grumbled, “stop staring at her and go talk to her.”
“Yeah mate, it’s weird. I’m uncomfortable for her.” Lee Jordan chimed in, reaching across the table to grab some toast.
“I will have you know I have talked to her.” George huffed, carefully dismantling Strawberry Tower, moving the discarded ones onto Lee’s plate.
“Talking about the weather doesn’t count.” Lee snorted, happily eating the food now added to his plate. George opened his mouth to retort but Lee continued. “Neither does telling her good morning or asking her about the homework.”
“Or apologizing when you ‘accidentally’ bump into her in the halls.”
George glared and threw a strawberry, aiming for Fred’s nose. Much to his disappointment, Fred ducked and the strawberry rolled away. “I have talked to her. Small talk counts as talking if you didn’t know.”
Lee rolled his eyes. “Sure but you’ve been in love with her since third year. Small talk isn’t going to make her fall for you. Just go up to her and tell her you’re in love with her and hope she feels the same. If she doesn’t,” Lee shrugged, “at least you know.”
“That is the stupidest thing you have ever said Lee. And you once asked McGonagall if she licks herself clean when she’s a cat.” The three boys shuddered at the memory. “I’ll talk to her about something normal. Something that will make her want to keep talking to me.”
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“Do you ever wonder if McGonagall licks herself clean when she’s a cat?” George stood in front of you, hands sweating and his eyes going wide as he realized what just came out of his mouth. Something normal indeed.
“Pardon?” You cocked your head to the side, watching George with those beautiful eyes he could spend forever staring into.
“I just mean that maybe she acts like a cat does and that’s how they bathe. So maybe she…” He trailed off, hearing the giggles coming from your friends behind you. “Sorry, that was… weird.”
You smiled and George could feel his heart stop. He was going into cardiac arrest, he just knew it. “A little but a very good question all the same.”
He died. There was no way he was alive. The real you would have never even entertained his question, let alone call it a good one. He stared at you with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open. He should say something, something smooth. If he could just lay on the charm like Fred does so well, you’d be putty in his hands. “Do you think that means she goes to the bathroom in a box?” Oh. My. God.
George spun on his heel and took off sprinting down the hall. He was the biggest idiot on the planet.
George lay in his bed, hands covering his face as Fred and Lee practically rolled on the floor with laughter. “So you– I mean you really asked her if McGonagall uses… a box?” Lee burst into another fit of giggles as Fred gasped for air. “George, I think you did it mate. I think she’s in love with you now.”
A scarf came flying from the bed, landing harmlessly on Lee. “I hate both of you!” George grabbed his pillow, burying his face in it. The laughter died down and once the other two felt they could talk without falling into another laughing fit, they climbed onto his bed.
“George, you’ve never had this much trouble talking to a girl before. You’ve always been pretty smooth. Not like me but you have never struggled to talk to anyone. Why is she so different?” Fred grabbed the pillow, making sure his twin was still breathing.
“Why is she different? Have you not seen her, Fred?” George sat up, looking at his hands. “First of all she’s gorgeous. Ethereal. Stunning. All that and more. She’s funny. I’ve heard her make a few jokes and they’re great; some of them are almost as good as ours. She’s smart and talented and nice and just perfect. That’s the problem.” He sighed and glanced at his brother and friend, glad to see they were now taking him seriously. “She’s from this really well off family. Her parents are both ministry workers but not like dad, they have important jobs. Her family has been full of powerful witches and wizards for centuries but they have never acted like others are less than. I heard she’s been ballroom dancing since she was seven. Her family is rich. She's a lady and I’m just…George Weasley. She would never want to talk to me. Or date me for that matter.”
This had not been the first time George or any of the other Weasley boys had felt less than because of what they didn’t have. George had never seen your house but he assumed it was big enough to fit the Burrow inside it at least three times. He knew your family had money. Meanwhile the Weasleys were just scraping by. You were the kind of girl that should have been a princess while George was nothing more than a stable boy. Not even the court jester because a jester would have to be able to speak to you.
“George, you aren’t giving her a chance to give you a chance. You’re making her seem untouchable. She’s human too.” Fred patted him on the back and smiled. “I say, tomorrow you talk to her, like a person. Talk to her like you talk to me.”
“So I should call her a stupid git?” George smirked before getting a pillow to the face.
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Today was Saturday and just as he had promised, George was going to talk to Y/N. He just had to find her. He checked out the Great Hall and there was no sign of you. Then he checked out any open classrooms he could find and you weren’t there either. He went to the library and had no luck. In fact, he was kicked out for yelling your name while looking for you. By this time, George was exhausted and sure his legs would fall off any minute if he didn’t sit down soon. The lake was close enough that he could kill two birds with one stone; he could look for you and take a break before his lack of legs would make it very easy to tell the difference between him and Fred. As luck would have it, he spotted you sitting under a tree not too far from the edge of the lake. His heart willed him to move toward you but his brain kept his feet firmly planted. This was stupid. He should leave you alone and move on to find some girl that would make more sense. Someone that was not out of his league. At some point, his heart convinced his brain to start walking toward you. The first thing he noticed was the letter in your hand and the next thing he saw were the tears on your cheeks. Yikes. Just back away slowly Georgie, he thought to himself. Take small, quiet steps and you can sneak away before—
“George?”
Shit. He plastered on his best smile and tried to pretend like you weren’t crying right in front of him. “Hey there Y/N. How are you? Probably not great considering the… crying.” George closed his eyes, mentally slamming his head on the nearest tree. It was honestly amazing how great he was at screwing up. He should be given some kind of award. “I’m so sorry. I just walked over and saw you crying and I don’t know what to do with crying people and I’m really nervous to screw up here.” Neither spoke for a minute as you looked up at him. Seeing your usually sparking eyes filled with tears broke his heart, shattered it actually. All he wanted to do was take you in his arms and make it all better. Just talk to her like a person.
Slowly, George approached you, afraid you would take off running or yell at him. When you made no move to sprint away, he sat next to you. “I’m sorry. You make me really nervous but I’m a good listener. Do you want to talk about what’s wrong?”
You were silent for a long time but he didn’t dare move or talk. Honestly, he didn’t think you would tell him what was wrong because why would you? Fred and Lee were right. He had only ever had small talk with you.
“It’s my parents.” Your voice was so soft George almost didn’t hear you. Oh. George nodded in what he hoped was an encouraging way. “You know they’re in the ministry right?” Boy did he know. George had heard from his father about your parents. Your father was part of the Wizengamot, the part of the ministry that makes laws and holds trials. He was a big name in the ministry. Your mother was part of the Department of International Magic Co-Operation. Her whole job involved getting wizards and witches in other countries to work together. She played a big part in getting Durmstrang and Beauxbatons to come to Hogwarts this year for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. George’s father was also in the ministry but his job was practically the least important position there was. He spent his days finding Muggle items that had been tampered with and reporting them, even if he committed the same crime in his free time. He didn’t make much money at all and it left the family of nine struggling.
“Yeah, my dad has mentioned them a few times.” He tried not to sound bitter as he answered you but it was hard not to.
“They want me to join the ministry when I graduate. They made sure my grades were perfect and after taking my O.W.L.s, they hand picked my classes and set me on the path to join the ministry. My mother even signed me up for a summer program at the ministry just so I have a better chance at joining.” You took a deep breath and looked over at George. You had fresh tears in your eyes as you continued. “I don’t want to join the ministry. They have such high expectations of me and I don’t want to let them down but I don’t want to be in the ministry.”
“What do you want to do?” George understood where you were coming from. Him and Fred had plans and dreams to open a joke shop, something their mother did not support. She wanted them to finish school and get some boring job like the rest of the wizarding world. They didn’t want to disappoint her either but their happiness had to come first at least sometimes. George and Fred would never be happy sitting behind a desk all day or chasing down bewitched muggle items. They wanted to bring joy and raise up a new generation of delinquents. That was the dream.
“Well,” you started as you turned to look at the lake, “I think I want to be a healer. I’ve always been good at potions and herbology and basic spells used for healing.”
“And your parents don’t want you to do that?” As you shook your head, George scoffed. “Why? I think being a healer is a perfectly respectable job. You aren’t trying to run off and live in a cave for the rest of your life.”
You let out a small laugh and George felt like he was floating. He made you laugh after you had been crying. He could die happy. “I agree with you but they think that working for the ministry is the only job worth having. They just want me to be successful. They’ve spent my whole life preparing me for the future they want me to have. Dance lessons and internships and anything else that makes me into whatever it is they want me to be.”
“Happiness is more important than success. Who says that being happy doesn’t mean you’re successful?” George ran his fingers through the grass. “My mother sounds a lot like your parents. Fred and I want to open up a joke shop. She thinks that we’ll be throwing away our potential if we go ahead with it.”
You looked back at George and watched him closely as he kept his eyes on the ground. He was pretty. He had the warmest brown eyes you had ever had the pleasure of looking at. “I think a joke shop sounds like a wonderful idea. Personally I can’t imagine you or Fred working at the ministry or any normal job for that matter.” George laughed and nodded. “What will you do?”
He thought for a moment, continuing to look at the ground because he knew as soon as he looked at you, he would forget everything. “Fred and I are opening the joke shop when we have the money. I think our mother will be disappointed for a while but we aren’t made to work in an office. Besides, she’s our mother so our happiness should take priority over anything else.”
“I wish I could be like you George. You sound like you have everything.”
He turned his head to look at you so quickly he thought he snapped his neck at first. You thought he had everything? You were jealous of him? “I thought you had everything. A big house, rich parents, grades, popularity. You have everything.”
You shook your head and smiled at him. “Really? I always wanted a big family that would spend time together. You have always seemed so sure of yourself and confident. You don’t let anyone tell you what to do or who to be. George, you’re spontaneous and perfectly you. I wish I could be like that.”
George smiled as your eyes found his and then time stopped. He was distantly aware of the wind rustling the trees and the sounds of other students talking but all he could see was you. Your eyes, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. “Then let’s do something spontaneous.” With great effort, George tore his gaze away from you and looked around. The lake caught his eye. “Come swimming with me.”
He grabbed your hand and stood, pulling you to the lake until you stood at the edge. Without waiting for you, George ran into the water, dressed in jeans and his t-shirt. Behind him, you stood at the bank. Should you be doing this? Probably not but it would make you happy. George made you happy. It was time to put your happiness first. You took off after him, squealing at the cold water. “You didn’t say it was this cold!”
“I didn’t want it to scare you away.” George laughed, cupping his hand to launch water at you. The water slammed into you and with a harmless glare, you retaliated, sending your own wave of water at him. The two of you continued to splash each other until George held up his hands in defeat.
As you both caught your breath, George moved to sit on the bank, the water lapping at his feet. You took a seat next to him and bumped your shoulder against his. “What do you plan to do now?” He asked, bumping you back.
“I’m going to tell my parents I don’t want to be in the ministry. I’ll talk to my head of house about switching some courses around to get on the right path to becoming a healer.”
George smiled. “I’m proud of you.”
He looked at you and you looked at him. George saw you like no one else. He heard you complain about your parents and instead of siding with them, as most people did, he agreed with you. He thought your happiness mattered more than what your parents wanted. “Thank you George.”
“For what?”
“For listening, making me laugh, making me feel… human.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek before standing. “I should go write that letter to my parents. I wouldn’t want to lose all the nerve you gave me.”
George watched you go, his hand coming up to the spot where your lips had touched his cheek. His face turned red as he replayed the kiss over and over again. Fred and Lee were not going to believe this. They were going to kill him if he just let you walk away after that. He clambered to his feet and sprinted after him. “Y/N! Wait!” He waved his arms, trying to get your attention. You stopped in your tracks and looked back at him, watching him chase after you.
“Yes George?”
“I was… Well I was wondering if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?” He held his breath, waiting for the rejection to come.
“I would love to. I’ll see you later Georgie.” With another kiss to his cheek, you walked off. Next Saturday couldn’t come fast enough.
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Buddie Hiatus Fic Rec
Oct 16 - Nov 15
yet another list full of some of the most amazing fics I've read. It's wild how talented the writers in this fandom are.
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take control (mind, body, and soul) by honestlydarkprincess / @honestlydarkprincess
Explicit | 2k
the one where human Buck wants his vampire boyfriend to compel him during sex. They get nasty with it.
think about all the places we could go by hammersmiths / @henswilsons
Teen | 2.4k
Athena just looks grieved. “Why, then,” she says, “did you get military-grade handcuffs? Were the pink fuzzy ones not macho enough for you?”
blackout by rainbow_nerds / @rainbow-nerdss
Explicit | 3.4k
Buck wakes up hungover on Eddie's couch, with no memory of the night before. Eddie's at just as much of a loss as he is, but their friends seem to know something they don't.
The One with the Admissions by BekkaChaos / @bekkachaos
Mature | 4.4k
After an accidental slip up from Eddie, he's forced to admit that he's dating someone, but he and Buck are still determined to keep their relationship between the two of them. Things do not go smoothly, hidden thoughts and feelings are revealed, and Buck and Eddie have a short lived argument about their relationship.
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you saw me (i got nowhere to hide) by buckleyseddie / @buckleyseddieTeen | 5.6k
while Buck’s in a coma, Maddie finds herself at the loft one afternoon. There, she finds a heartbroken Eddie and they have a moment.
Out Of Order, Still In Line by callmenewbie / @puppyboybuckley
Explicit | 6.2k
When Buck finally gets to the Clinic, the long awaited release doesn’t seem to come; cue Eddie to the rescue.
if you go down in the woods today by oklahoma / @sunshinediaz
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bad things happen bingo—tranquilizer dart
(this fic lives rent free in my head. Amanda you’re a genius)
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jee-yun buckley-han's third birthday party is in dire need of some fairy tale magic and buck's attempt to save the day might just be the thing that finally kills eddie
swinging for the fences by inbetweenthestacks / @organizedstardust
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Buck takes Eddie to a baseball game.
(this fic has a line “Is baseball just…math?” that make me laugh so hard)
You, all the way down by justhockey
Not rated | 8.3k
Suddenly, between one moment and the next, there are hands on him. Hands that Buck would know anywhere; hands that Buck knows maybe even better than he knows his own. The touch is exquisitely gentle - tender to the point of devastation, even though the calloused palms scratch against the soft skin of his cheeks.
It’s Eddie, because of course it is. Because who else would it be.
i'd swim to your call on my phone by heartbeatdiaz / @loserdiaz
Teen | 8.5k
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Got Weird by Daisies_and_Briars / @cal-daisies-and-briars
Explicit | 10.5k
Shortly after Buck and Natalia break up, Eddie gets tipsy and makes a rather forward move. Then immediately panics (not that Eddie panics, of course) and backpedals. Eddie spirals, Buck is confused. Lots of spontaneous kissing ensues.
aching for anything by addandsubtract / @postoperation
Explicit | 11.3k
“Here,” Hen says, holding out a covered paper cup, steam gently wafting from the mouth opening. “It’s lemon ginger tea. I know you said you’re not getting sick, but you don’t sound great.”
Buck takes the cup and holds it up to his nose, saying, “I’m really fine.”
Hen’s pointedly raised eyebrows are all skepticism.
past the curses and cries (there's me and you) by MonsterRae1 / @monsterrae1
Mature | 11.3k
Buck's a witch, Eddie's cursed, can I make it any more obvious?
30k +
remember to remember me by Daffi_990_ao3 / @daffi-990 Explicit | 31.4k
Buck and Eddie finally get together only for lightning to strike a few days later, leaving Buck with no memories of them ever becoming a couple.
Don't They Know It's the End of the World? by Daisies_and_Briars / @cal-daisies-and-briars
Mature | 32.4k
After being put in a cryogenic sleep for over a hundred years to wait out an apocalyptic event, Eddie Diaz wakes up, too early, to find his son has been stolen from his cryo-chamber. Scared and alone in a frightening world he doesn't recognize, Eddie is willing to do anything to get his kid back.
blue eyes and bare walls by Underhung_Aura / @eddiebabygirldiaz
Explicit | 45.8k
Buck and Eddie are newlyweds and looking to paint their new bedroom. What ensues is the butting of heads, some arguing of both the fun and not fun variety, and desperate paint-filled sex on the floor.
Feels Like Magic by 42hrb
Teen | 47.8k
An urban fantasy AU where most things are the same, except there's magic
the blue house by ProsperDemeter / @prosperdemeter2
Mature | 65k
Eddie Diaz wants nothing to do with the paranormal. He would be perfectly happy if the spirits of the world stopped showing themselves altogether, actually. But when Adriana and Sophia come to town to film on location for their popular YouTube ghost hunting channel and the ghosts in Eddie's life start becoming much more loud and frequent, he gets roped into figuring out just why things in the Los Angeles spiritual world are changing, and not for the better. The children are crying, and Eddie might be the only one who can hear them.
Your Love is an Oil Slick (It Glows like Rainbows, It Stains My Soul) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels / @letmetellyouaboutmyfeelsExplicit | 67.1k
When Eddie's son claims he has an imaginary friend, Eddie doesn't think much of it. Christopher is seven, it's what kids do. But then weird things start happening around the house, and Eddie starts dreaming about a handsome blue-eyed man. Turns out, Christopher's friend isn't so imaginary. Their house is haunted.
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johnny: the dominant
━ welcome home to housemating smut series :)
☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!
☆ GENRE: smut, pwp
☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au
☆ WARNINGS: face riding, penetration, unprotected, slight corruption kink, size kink, pet names, dirty talk, explicit language, big dck johnny
☆ WC: 3.8k
☆ SYNOPSIS: Johnny knows just the way to entertain you when you’re bored.
☆ AUTHORS NOTE: the housemating series has been completed. this will be my final post on here. thank you all as always for being so patient with me and still giving me so much support. love you.
On this calm Friday afternoon, you are found laying flat on your stomach with your legs kicked up in the air. Your finger aimlessly scrolls through your social media, completely mindless and bored to everything. Your room is perfectly situated right by the stairs, meaning you hear every person that comes and goes downstairs.
Some of your housemates enjoy announcing their entrance to the whole house, some stomp upstairs or rummage through the kitchen silently, Johnny likes only greeting you when he comes home. Right on cue, the front door downstairs is open and shut within the same second. Quick footsteps run up the stairs and a familiar tall man leans against your door frame with a large beautiful smile.
“Hi tiny, I’m home.” Johnny rests his arm on the frame and his bicep pops subtly from underneath the sleeve of his white t-shirt. “How was your day?”
You sit up in bed, tossing your phone somewhere on your pillow to rid the distraction. “Absolutely boring. My class was canceled so I’ve just been home alone all day.” Your adorable pout practically makes his knees weak.
“Say, what if you join me in my room? I have some homework to get done first, but then I promise I’ll entertain you.” You catch the slight mischievous twinkle in Johnny’s eyes. Nonetheless, Johnny knows how to feed into your love language too well.
While the boys may be too much at times, you’ve always enjoyed company at your side. You never ask for anything more than their quality time, knowing that you’d have more comfort just sitting in the same room as them in silence.
Johnny lends out his hand for you to take and you’re hopping off your bed as fast as you can. His hands are large and a bit rough from frequent trips to the gym, but you loved how they engulf your own. He isn’t the biggest guy in the room, but he definitely lets his presence known.
Big personality, big heart, big smile, and big…. “What homework do you have?” You clear your throat and Johnny opens the door to his clean room. Unlike Jaehyun and Haechan, Johnny can see the floor of his bedroom. His room has a hint of his cologne still lingering and accents of his favorite things.
“My professor split us into groups for a proposal project. We have to give a 15 minute presentation on a new pitch for this large corporation.” He swivels in his fancy chair, turning on his monitors to hurry on a video call with his groupmates.
You make yourself comfortable in his sheets, mindlessly going on your phone again. “Hm, sounds important.”
“Never as important as the weird shit Haechan always talks about.” Johnny jokes and enters the video call with three other people on the screen. One of them is a girl you recognize from a party not too long ago, her brown eyes widened as Johnny turns on his camera.
“Hey Johnny.” Something about her flirty tone causes you to chuckle to yourself, not caring if she heard you in the back.
“Hey.” Johnny smiles back, but pays her no extra mind, “Shall we continue on the graphs?”
The disappointment in the girl’s face is notable. Johnny has always had an entourage of girls waiting to be noticed by him. You’ve stopped keeping track of his and Jaehyun’s body count at this point. Despite his popularity among girls, Johnny genuinely loves spending time with you.
You and Johnny are friends before anything else. He was actually the one that invited you to live with them, knowing you desperately needed a place and had a budget to stick to. He has helped you with many sticky encounters with unwanted male attention at parties.
Johnny makes sure your voice is heard in a large chatty crowd. He is every introvert’s favorite extrovert. That’s just the kind of person he is. Infectious personality, everyone wanted a piece of that.
Johnny is not the type to flirt with everything he sees, he is actually quite selective and intentional. He found you attractive the moment he laid eyes on you, but the flirting didn’t start until much later in your friendship. He wanted to make sure it was mutual, not wanting to ruin a good dynamic due to his desires.
Your attraction toward Johnny began when you had moved into the house. Living with Johnny showed you a whole new side to him that you don’t see normally on campus. His preferred attire at home is no shirt with his toned stomach on display and sweatpants that hang low on his hips, a rather large print that dangles whenever he walks.
When Johnny walks, he strides. He walks with a sense of purpose, confident and so sure in every step. He is touchy, but not to the point where it was on the level of Jaemin. Johnny is a respectable skinship type – gentle head pats, light cheek pinches, a guiding hand on your lower back, chin lifts so that your gaze never falls.
Johnny, your friend from class, became incredibly dreamy and irresistible. Then came the usual greetings: hi tiny, welcome home, how was your day? As if you two lived in a sitcom.
All of which piled onto the incredible person he already is. Nonetheless, the real tip of the iceberg was when you observed the mutual attraction on your own. Johnny loves holding eye contact with someone, he told you he likes making them nervous. So when your gaze started to waver at the new found nervousness that settled in your stomach, Johnny only held on longer.
You also caught onto his stares when you would walk down the stairs, his dark eyes following your every movement. Johnny played it safe though, making his flirting into actions and expressions rather than verbal affirmations.
You’re smart enough to know that his lingering stares, cute pet names, and chivalrous acts meant something intentional. So somewhere down the line, you two start sleeping with each other. You can’t remember how it happened, just that the next day you could barely walk.
While Johnny is popular among the girls, you are also heavily sought after by many admirers alike. You have your fair share of one night stands and friends with benefits, but none of them compare to the way that Johnny fucks you into oblivion. Johnny isn’t the jealous or possessive type either, knowing your worth should be acknowledged by others.
With Johnny, you’re safe to be submissive. You can guarantee that he’d be someone to take care of you the entire time. His dominance in bed is extremely fitting to his character, making his sex appeal more attractive.
After a complete 45 minutes of listening to Johnny speak in academic language and talk about things that do not make any sense to you, he finally ends the call with his groupmates. He quickly turns around in his chair and you think he’s going to finally talk to you.
However, he gets up and heads to the bathroom without a word. You sigh at the false hope and bury yourself in his warm blankets. His aroma fills your nose and your heavy eyelids start to fall over your tired eyes. Maybe you should have taken a nap during his long call.
The close of the door and the shift on the bed causes you to face the man of the hour. Johnny appears without his shirt, the pendant of his necklace lands perfect at his collarbones. Without any words, he pulls you onto his naked torso and rests a sneaky hand on your lower back. “Missed me?”
“All I heard was you.” You groan, “but you did sound sexy using all those business terms.”
“Oh yeah?” He smirks, his fingertips gliding against your soft skin underneath your shirt. “Got all wet hearing me talk about KPIs and APRs?”
“So wet. Why don’t you see for yourself?” Your playful smile is more than inviting. Johnny raises a brow at your suggestive tone. While his ears perk up at your suggestion, he teases a bit.
“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into, y/n?” He questions, a bit more serious. “Because I don’t think you remember when’s the last time we’ve slept together.”
“Of course I do.” You scoff, sitting up on your knees and the blankets falling from your shoulders. “Way too fucking long.”
Johnny laughs at your answer. “So what I’m hearing is that you want me?”
“I always want you.”
He’s quick to bite back at your response, “then maybe you should come into my room more often, you know you’re always welcomed here.”
“See, I would do that but you’re so busy.” This back and forth is a game you two like to play. Johnny wants you to practically beg for his attention, but you like when he makes promises to give you more.
“Oh,” Johnny sits against his headboard and crosses his arms. His pecs squeeze together and his biceps bulge against his chest. You lick your lips, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “Are you saying that I don’t give you enough attention?”
Your innocent eyes drop from his intense stare, but his thumb holds your chin up and you’re met with a softened gaze. “I promise I’ll make more time for you. Just know that I’d open the door for you whenever you come knocking.”
“Pinky promise?” You hold your pinky out for the broad man to seal the promise. He laughs at the childish act, but god how he’s hard as fuck in his sweats right now.
“Promise, baby.” Johnny wraps his pinky with yours. With one swift movement, he’s pulling you by the pinky on top of his chest again. You fall against him with a small “hmph” and Johnny dives in for a sweet kiss.
His hot lips are greedy for a taste. Johnny deepens the kiss and his big hands hold your cheeks to keep you steady. Your hands wander around for something to hold onto, knowing how you’re in for a wild ride in a few more kisses.
Johnny moans into your mouth when your fingers graze the waistband of his sweats. When your instinct is to move your hand away, he holds your wrist and grinds his hard dick against your palm. Your gasp is lost in the kiss, swallowed by the one man that consumes you.
His bulge grows bigger with every thrust and you’re reminded by the massive size of him. Johnny pulls away and he looks at you with small stars in his pupils. “Can’t wait to see how wet that pretty pussy is for me.”
“Why wait? I’ll show you right now.” Your eagerness causes his heart to swell tenfold. He still sees every ounce of cuteness that you exude, even in the middle of taking off your clothes. While his nicknames may be an exaggeration, he really does find you the cutest thing ever.
When you roll your pants off of your hips, Johnny watches the string of wetness stick from the fabric of your panties to your thighs. He has to hold himself back from pouncing on you. “C’mere and sit on my face, darling.”
You happily oblige and hover over Johnny’s face. Your eyes meet briefly, grabbing the headboard in front of you to keep yourself steady and balanced. Johnny cups both of your cheeks to help hold you up. He takes his first long lick for a taste and a low groan erupts from his throat, “you taste so good, just dripping all over yourself.”
He can barely control his desires, bringing your hips down more as he quite literally devours your clit. You jolt from the contact and as much as you move your hips, Johnny’s grip on you is tight. You try your hardest to keep your legs from squeezing together, but Johnny eats you out like he’s starving.
“Oh my-” You grip the headboard until your knuckles turn white. His tongue enters your warm hole and your juices cover his chin, sliding down the corners of his lips. If you’re not mistaken, the muffled sound of a chuckle catches your attention.
Looking down, you see Johnny completely engulfed in between your legs and hazy eyes peering back up at you. “I’m going to cum.” You coo softly and Johnny fucks you on his tongue faster.
Your legs shake from the pleasurable feeling and everything inside of you erupts like a cannon. You’re uncontrollably cumming on his face, eyes rolled back and hand gripping the headboard like you’re holding on for your life. His room is full of your sweet sounds as he helps ride out your first orgasm of the day.
Johnny lightly lifts you up and places you with ease on the bed. Your back hits his lovely sheets and he hovers over you, arm wiping your juices from his lips and chin. “How can you be so cute riding my face?” He kisses your cheek, his hand lightly wrapping around your neck. “You make me so hard, I want to fuck the cuteness out of you until you’ve lost yourself.”
His deep voice remains sensual and light — not menacing or threatening. Johnny’s actions are always full of adoration for you, nothing of malice. “Then do it. I want you to. I want to take you whole.”
Your hands run up and down his abs. He can’t resist you anymore. Johnny is quick to discard his pants and his large dick springs up proudly against his stomach. He gives himself a few pumps, watching your expression turn into lust at the sight of it.
“You like what you see, y/n?” The usage of your name catches your attention, causing your heart to flutter to his call. He rarely uses your name in bed, resulting in mostly pet names or his usual tiny nickname. Nonetheless, on the rarity of your name being used, it excites you even more. He knows every way to make you all his.
“Yes, Johnny. I always love what I see.” You respond, quite seductively. Johnny smirks, running his tip up and down your entrance. Every few swipes has his tip entering your hole just barely, but you’re really a mess to it all.
Johnny grunts at how your wetness drips onto his sheets, a dark patch forming like a puddle. Your juices stick to the side of your thighs, emphasizing how much chaos he has caused in between your legs. He positions himself and enters slowly, enough for you to adjust to his size. You're squeezing your eyes shut from the pressure and the stretch.
His thumb leaves a soothing touch between your eyebrows to ease the tension in your face. Each touch has him pushing deeper into you. However, your hand is quick to halt him at his abdomen and he stops all of his movements. “Should I stop?” He asks with concern, not wanting to overdo anything that could result in pain.
“Johnny,” You breathe, “just give it all to me.” You can tell Johnny was holding back, but the slowness only causes more anticipation and agony. You’d rather him singlehandedly thrust into you, all the chaos to hit you like bricks.
He takes your wrist from his stomach and pulls your body onto his dick in one fluid motion, until your hips hit and he is practically in your guts. You yelp at how he fills you and you’re shy at how well you take all of him in. “Like this, baby? You take me in so well.” He leans down and you’re awarded a kiss on the lips.
Johnny lifts your body onto him as his back hits the mattress. You lay on top of his big stature, your boobs against his chest, dick still in you and legs now on either side of his hips. He bends his knees, feet planted sturdy on his bed, and drives his dick up into you.
You quickly grip onto his bicep, wailing at how intensely his tip hits your sweet spot every time. Johnny wraps his arms around your body, hugging you close and keeping you steady. The position is cute, quite lovable as it’s like the two of you are in a warm embrace. All until someone sees his vigorous thrusts into your drooling pussy and your body moving up with every hit.
Your eyes meet his for a moment. He smooths out the hair from your face to see you clearly and smiles at you. Johnny has the biggest heart for you – it’s all obvious in how his pupils dilate ten times in size when he sees you. “All of a sudden, you want to look at me with your gorgeous gaze?” His voice rumbles your chest and despite how raw his dick is stretching you, he is quite a romantic.
“I’m not cute anymore?” You’re barely able to speak, every thrust causes your voice to tremble and your mind to go blank. Johnny holds your hips down onto his shaft and every rush of wetness wraps around him tightly. You’re shaking yet again as his tip rubs against your insides, kissing every part of your cervix.
“Fucked all the cuteness of you, my sweet girl.” He plants a wet smooch on your temple, grinding his hips into your quivering body until your nails dig into his skin, marking beautiful moon crescents.
Suddenly, you both hear the front door slam close and hurried footsteps running up the stairs. As you’re frozen, Johnny quickly switches positions and covers the blanket over the two of you. Not that anyone would come barging into his room, but it’s good to be safe. He’s always thinking of your comfort and decency.
You’re back on your back and Johnny hovers over you. His weight is slightly heavy over yours, but the pressure on your chest feels warm and enough to feel secure. Your legs are spread wide for him, as he holds up your knee and pushes it at a bend. Johnny handles you so freely, all the work at the gym paying off in these fortunate situations.
“I’m home, losers!” Doyoung yells. “And so is Jaehyun!” Doyoung’s voice follows with another door slamming shut across the hall. Another set of heavy footsteps run up the stairs and without a word, another door closes.
“I guess Jaehyun finished his classes early.” Johnny’s mind wonders and you cup his cheeks to focus.
“Where is your mind at right now?” Your stern expression has Johnny laughing, completely entertained by how he is balls deep in you right now and his mind was on why your housemates came home early.
“Okay, tiny. You got me.” His smile brightens up his intimidating demeanor, you’ll never get over how handsome this strong man is. “Let me finish what I started.”
His statement sent shivers down your spine, but you already know what’s to come. His hard dick pulls out, almost all the way, the feeling of emptiness occupying your lower half fast. Johnny pushes back in without another word and fucks you into the future. His rhythmic thrusts are fast and hasty, but enough to feel intense and cause your orgasm to build once more.
“Look at me when you cum.” You don’t have to say it because Johnny literally feels your pussy tighten around him, just seconds from coming undone. You aren’t sure if you’re able to hold eye contact in the midst of you losing your wits, but Johnny doesn’t let it slide.
As you squirm from the pleasure bubbling in your stomach, he leans forward and lifts your head off the pillow. A large hand to support the back of your head and eyes wide open to see how his big cock enters your pussy with so much ease.
Every part of your muscles break at this point and you’re moaning at the top of your lungs. You do feel a bit apologetic to the other boys in their rooms, but it has to be an afterthought. Your high comes crashing and crumbling as your cannon shoots out everything you’ve held in. You feel so hot and tense, pleasure leaving your body within seconds all because of Johnny.
Johnny watches your orgasm, feeling his come a close second after. He pulls out and gives himself a few strokes over your naked stomach. His white streams paint your skin and Johnny’s eyes are full of intensity.
You both release air from your lungs as fatigue takes over both of your bodies. Johnny reaches over for some wet wipes he stores in his nightstand, cleaning you up and leaving a trail of wet kisses behind. Your giggles only cause him to continue, wanting to hear more of them.
“Since when did you get so buff?” You ask, poking at his arms. He flexes for you, showing off his protruding muscles on display.
“Since I found motivation for the gym.” Johnny helps you get clothed, along with putting on some clean pairs of underwear and sweats.
“Which is?”
He joins you underneath the sheets. His arm snakes underneath your head, allowing you to turn your body into his. “To be able to toss you around in bed.” He smirks and you’re already rolling your eyes. “Not that I ever had trouble before, but it’s nice for you to have something hard and solid to grip while I’m fucking the life out of you.”
“Okay, Johnny Suh.” You cover his mouth. “We get it, you’re a big buff guy. You can even toss Doyoung if you wanted to.”
His eyes light up and he sits up with an idea, “should I try?” He gleams, his boyish nature captivating his expression. Nonetheless, Johnny is jumping out of bed and out the door before you can even respond.
Doyoung’s yells fill the hallway and Johnny is laughing maniacally. The one time Doyoung doesn’t lock his door. “Just let me try!”
“Get your sweaty body away from me! I know what you two were doing in there!” Doyoung shrieks back.
Oh, how you love living with your boys. You’re thankful that Johnny took you in and truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Through protein powder scattered on kitchen counters and nightly hangouts after long days of classes, you wouldn’t trade laughter with your housemates and the love you all share for anything.
When you peer out into the hall at the commotion, a smiling Johnny has an angry Doyoung over his shoulder at the door. “I did it, y/n!” Johnny exclaims, even doing squats with the bunny flailing around.
“Put me down, you meathead!” Doyoung kicks his feet, eyes up to the ceiling.
You smile to yourself, a soft chuckle bursting into a robust laughter. “You guys… are so weird.”
“But you love us.” Johnny points, “isn’t that right, tiny?”
Your usual response would be something sarcastic and hard to get, but you give in this time.
“Yeah, I do.”
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oblivious best friends to lovers jason would be so soft and i just-
i’m supposed to be doing homework but instead i’m thinking about falling in love with a fictional man 😭
YOU ARE SO RIGHT NONNIE!!
you’re at jason’s, baking a cheesecake cause you’re bored (he loves cheesecake cause i said so). jason’s on the couch, reading a book and he glances over at you, unsure why he’s suddenly entranced by your presence. he’s been feeling all weird and mushy around you lately and he isn’t sure why (baby boy hasn’t experienced love since he died at 15 :<). he puts down his book, making sure to slip in the bookmark before he’s making his way over to you. “whatcha baking” he says, sliding his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. you jolt at the sudden contact and yelp quietly. “stop scaring me, asshole,” you reply. “i’m making a cheesecake, told you that. you weren’t paying attention to me” you say dramatically with a pout, turning around so you’re semi face to face with him. “what, a guy can’t read now?” he jokes, dipping a finger into the cream cheese and strawberry mixture.
“tastes good” he hums. “but not as good as my cooking.” you roll your eyes playfully and dip your finger in the mixture, smearing some on his face. “that’s what you get!” he’s frozen for a second before he has an evil grin on his face. you make an “oh no i fucked up” expression before he’s chasing you around his apartment. you’re screaming and giggling and before you know it, he’s picked you up and thrown you on the couch. he starts tickling you and you’re giggling, begging him to stop through laughter. jason feels warm inside, he feels home with you, and he doesn’t even know it.
#jason todd#hearttjason#jason todd x reader#jason todd fluff#jason todd imagine#hoping i did this ask justice#anon
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The Gift (12 of 15)
previous: Chapter 11 Midnight Movie (NSFW)
next: Chapter 13 It's Pretty (NSFW)
Last chapter, Steve succumbed to temptation after being under Eddie's heated gaze while watching Rocky Horror and then again later as he Sees what Eddie gets up to in bed. This chapter, Steve has some sobering realisations about the extent of his feelings.
Chapter 12 The Path Chosen
Eddie’s dodging him, Steve’s sure of it. He’s barely seen the other guy for over two weeks now except for picking up the kids from Hellfire and waving across the school parking lot when he drops Robin off in the morning. Their friendship, Steve thinks glumly, has been reduced to concrete and exhaust fumes because he couldn’t keep his hand off his dick.
“I fucked it up,” he confesses to Robin. She has her French homework spread out on his kitchen island. She likes the length of space and how high she can sit, she says about using it.
At the moment, Robin is carefully spreading mustard to match the exact square of her sandwich slice before adding the ham and cheese in its precise order. Steve has argued that there’s no order; top is bottom, and bottom is top, but Robin insists that she knows what it is, even if she can’t quite describe it.
“How’d you fuck what up,” she asks, inexplicably smoothing out the ham’s creases.
“Movie night. I had a... moment with Eddie. And I did something that I shouldn’t’ve.”
If he hadn't been such a horndog then maybe he wouldn't have weirded Eddie out and would still be able to see the other guy, wouldn't feel his absence like some terribly empty wound.
Because Steve has missed Eddie something fierce. Family Video has been one long dull exercise in earning minimum wage, he hasn't been able to elbow Eddie at a double entendre on movie night, nor been able to catch his laughing eyes when Steve asks whether the kids won their D&D game or when he refers to a gargoyle as the garage guy.
He's missed that little zip of Eddie's attention in a way that makes his nerves feel deadened and dull. Steve hasn't been able to tell Eddie about his day and listen to him reframe it into the most ridiculous story. Or watch Eddie shine with that inner light he has when describing the next riddle or monster or trap of his campaign or the absent look on his face as he hums the same tune over and over, trying to lock down the right notes.
All Steve wants is to look across the room and see the armour of his outfit, the charm of his performance, and Eddie's handsome face with its myriad of teasing expressions.
Steve caved to a moment of temptation and, in doing so, lost one of his best friends in a single night. Well done, he sarcastically congratulates himself on his unexpected overachievement.
Robin interrupts his self-flagellation, “Is this when you were practically humping the couch pillow?” She takes a big bite out of her sandwich, savage despite the care she’d put into its construction.
Steve’s mouth gapes open. “You saw that?” He exclaims.
Robin smirks, “Where’d you think that sneeze came from? I’m all for you two getting together, but I don’t want to actually see you fucking. I practically had to hose off the pheromones when I got home.”
“Oh my god,” he moans into his hands. “Eddie’s going to think I’m the creepiest creep to ever creep across Hawkins.” All that time trying to not act like he had a secret insight into Eddie's private world all gone down the shitter because he is a horny perv.
“I don’t know why you’re so bothered,” she shrugs. “You weren’t the only stink I was showering off that night.”
Steve peeks out between his fingers. “Yeah,” he asks, hope rising in him: Robin doesn't lie, not even to make him feel better.
She snorts before finishing off the last bite. “The guy practically caged you in before the movie started and then he eye fucked you the entire film. I got why you were having your way with that poor innocent pillow; I just didn’t want to be a spectator in the Horny Olympics you two had going.”
A bubbling feeling of cautious confidence rises in Steve’s chest: maybe he had all this wrong and Eddie wasn't avoiding him. No, he stops himself, Eddie is definitely avoiding him but maybe it's not for the reason he thinks. Like when he'd misunderstood the intention behind Eddie's questions early on, thinking that Eddie was wary of the power Steve held when he was actually asking about why Steve would risk his life for him.
Eddie shares with him a lot more than Steve had ever thought would be possible at the beginning of their friendship. He thinks that the connection has given him more of an insight into Eddie's life beyond literally seeing through his eye. It's helped Steve to ask questions he's not thought to ask, and, in turn, he's come to know Eddie's tells beyond the flamboyant performance he often uses as a shield.
That's been the problem, Steve decides, he's allowed Eddie to dodge him. Steve should have pinned him down and demanded to know what Eddie's been thinking at least a week back when he'd known for sure that he was avoiding him. If the other guy had felt even a glimmer of the attraction that Steve feels for Eddie, then maybe he has a chance at something beyond their platonic relationship. Something based on the solid foundation of their friendship with the possibility for so much more.
He chews at his cheek as he acknowledges the other, uneasy feeling alongside that ballooning of hope in his chest. If he wants honesty from Eddie, then he needs to be honest as well. He needs to tell Eddie about the connection and what Steve has been Seeing. A necessary conversation before he can even think about trying to persuade Eddie to try and flesh out this pull between them.
“Besides the eye thing I need to tell him how I feel," he tells Robin decisively. "I can't let him slip away because I didn't sack up and tell him that I want him in my life. As more than a friend," Steve clarifies.
“Yeah, dingus. That’s a given," she rolls her eyes but her tone is not unkind. "Now are you going to go get your man?”
Steve sticks his middle finger up at her over his shoulder as he rushes out to the bimmer. He’s pretty sure Eddie’s probably home on a Wednesday night and Robin has her own set of keys so she can lock up when she leaves. Or stay, he doesn’t care. He might just appreciate her sleeping over tonight if it all goes to shit.
The sliver of the new moon is rising in the darkening sky and it seems to Steve that it pulls him in the direction towards Forrest Hills. An encouraging glint like a sharp needle waiting for Steve to thread and weave an unmapped pattern.
Just as he had created a new path in saving Eddie, Steve experiences the blossoming conviction that his next actions will determine the unrolling tapestry of his future, that he can choose his next steps and, in doing so, challenge destiny. A path created by Steve's self-determination rather than some fixed map he needs to blindly follow.
The sudden understanding that what happens next is in some part a consequence of his actions and in other parts up to Eddie's subsequent reaction leaves his hands sweaty on the steering wheel as he pulls up in front of Eddie’s trailer. Noting with relief that Wayne’s red pick-up isn’t here but Eddie’s white van is. Pulled haphazardly to the side, Steve sees with fond exasperation.
How can Eddie be so loud and messy in some ways and so self-contained in others? The hope that had kept him buoyed through the drive dips again at the thought. Robin may have been just picking up on the loud Eddie, some hormone-driven horniness that naturally seeps in within any range of Tim Curry in fishnet stockings. And maybe what was going on inside Eddie has nothing to do with Steve, nothing to want to do with him if he takes the past couple of weeks to heart.
“Stevie, is that you?”
He whips his head up at Eddie’s voice, who is opening the trailer door even as he calls out Steve’s name.
He wiggles his fingers back in greeting. Eddie simply raises his eyebrows questioningly.
He just needs to push off the wall, Steve reminds himself. Otherwise, he and Eddie will continue to tread water and he’ll get nowhere. Or worse, he won’t have Eddie in any capacity as a friend or otherwise.
With a steadying breath, he gets out of the car, slamming the door behind him to walk up to Eddie, hands in the back of his jeans pockets.
“Hey,” he says simply, looking up at Eddie who’s above him on the doorstep. Hoping that he's not about to be turned away before he even gets the chance to make this better.
Eddie looks down at him pensively, before stepping back and holding open the screen door. Steve accepts the invitation and follows him in, clenching his jaw as he automatically glances up at the corner ceiling where brown plywood is barricaded against the apricot-painted wallboard.
It really wasn’t that long ago that they were falling in and out of that thing, terror thick in his throat, scared that he was going to lose Dustin or Robin or Nancy. Terrified that he didn’t have eyes on Max and the rest of the team to keep them safe but trying to trust in their bravery and ingenuity.
And then there was Eddie, who he’d only started to get to know. Who he’d already come to like quite a bit, Steve realises belatedly.
The impact of the poorly chosen road would have on Dustin had weighed heavily on Steve’s mind when he’d decided to do what he could to thread his own path for Eddie’s fate, but he had also been thinking of Eddie himself.
Eddie, who was great with the kids, keeping Dustin’s smile bright while reigning him in from stupid choices like trying to join them on Lover’s Lake. A guy courageous enough to reflect on and admit to feelings of jealousy and admiration in the midst of an eerie forest. A man who looked so frustrated with himself and scared, speaking of his actions as if he were a coward yet repeatedly diving into dangerous waters, metaphorically and literally.
The wonder on Eddie's face as he looked up at the Upside Down sparkles had left Steve breathless. The play of light above them a dull comparison to the shimmering delight in Eddie's wide chocolate eyes, squeezing at Steve's heart and making it impossible for him to look away.
Steve hadn’t been able to comprehend the idea of letting Eddie go, of never seeing his bright eyes and charming dimples and had decided he could easily sacrifice his body and spirit to ensure he’d see Eddie leaning in towards him once more, an irreverent comment on the tip of his tongue and an invitation in the corner of his eyes.
He had wanted Eddie long before the connection, Steve realises with a racing heart.
It wasn’t much more than that yet, just a glimmer of desire from a flirtation in the worst of all moments to be thinking about his love life. Something far more paler than what he feels now, but the cornerstone of it nonetheless. He had seen to the core of Eddie, his kindness and courage and soul and wanted to know him even more so.
Christ, he’s been such an idiot this entire time.
Steve runs a hand over his face, stunned by the depths of how clueless he’d allowed himself to be. When had he become such a coward?
He’s been like one of those stupid fucking frogs that continues to sit in the cooking pot as the water heats, boiled over before he knows it. Cooked and done and ready for serving. His feelings building and layering on top of each other until his mind and heart were willingly woven into a complex tapestry built for Eddie, and Eddie alone.
Why hadn’t he allowed himself to at least try to have more with him before this became a muddled mess?
Steve stands at the centre of Eddie's home, his racing heart beating wildly in his throat, sure that Eddie is not going to want to have anything to do with him once he understands just how deeply Steve’s been invading his privacy. The uncanny part of him continuing to force himself into Eddie’s private world and Eddie will be sure that he can never trust Steve again.
But it has to be done, no matter Eddie's final decision.
Resigned to getting this conversation over, Steve drops his hands and looks over at the other man.
Eddie’s shifting nervously in his jean shorts and socks. His hair stuck up at one end as if he’d been napping and he has on that No Remorse shirt again, but Steve isn’t distracted by the sensuality of Eddie this time. Rather, he’s wondering how he willingly looked past the depth of his feelings for him this entire time.
He hadn’t needed to see Eddie getting his rocks off to know that he is captivating, but he had needed it to shake loose whatever self-denial he had been determined to hold onto. To realise that his preoccupation with knowing about Eddie's thoughts and feelings and opinions or dreaming of ways to secure his attention were not because of a simple platonic regard. Rather, it was all a reflection of the deep, abiding well of a familiar and exquisite emotion.
“What a fucking idiot,” Steve mutters to himself.
“What?” Eddie frowns.
“Shit, no,” Steve hurridly holds out his palms. “Not you, me. Can we talk?”
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King of the Freaks | Part 10
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Eddie wasn’t sure what had happened but suddenly Steve was distant. Monday he had bags under his eyes and during Hellfire, he spent it upstairs working on homework he claimed he couldn’t procrastinate. On Tuesday Steve stopped by the table to get a Tupperware container back from Jeff before he disappeared again and he didn’t speak to Eddie once in the few classes they shared. But he did see him talking with a girl that he didn’t know. Jealousy bubbled up but it was not like anything Eddie could do would be enough. It's falling for a straight boy 101. However, the only thing that didn’t change was the short calls after nine.
On Wednesday, Eddie had a plan. And he put it into motion as the bell rang. He'd have a few minutes until he had to be in the next one. “Hey, Steve!” Eddie jogged to meet up with Steve as he exited English. Steve paused, looking back and waiting for him. “Hey,” Eddie said stupidly but it made a small smile appear on Steve’s face. “So, we don’t have school on Friday,” Eddie started and Steve just raised an eyebrow. “We were talking about all meeting up and smoking if you wanted to join us. Well, uh, we were wondering if you wanted to-”
“Host?” Steve offered and while Eddie hadn’t really had a solid train of thought, so, he clung to the offered hand.
He nodded, “Just like hanging out, ya know.”
Steve picked at one of the books in his hand, “if you guys wanted you could just stay the night. Since you’re all already going to be over for Hellfire anyways. Uh-” Steve cut himself off and he looked a little panicked. “Uh, I don’t have any breakfast foods… maybe it’s easier to-”
Eddie threw his arm around Steve, “want to go shopping with me then? After school, we can head over to the store and pick up anything we’d need. We can all pitch in-”
“Money’s not a problem,” Steve waved his hand and he seemed to lean into Eddie. “Sure, yeah, sounds great. You know what they like,” he says softly and Eddie’s heart bursts as Steve looks over at him. Their so close and Eddie’s going to die. “See you after school then,” Steve says softly and ducks from Eddie’s arm, giving him a wiggle of his fingers in goodbye. Eddie needs a second to get his heart to restart.
He forced himself through the rest of the day until he spotted Steve leaning against the van looking so fucking bored. The mean girl inside of Steve crawls out as people give him weird looks. Eddie wants to run over but he forces himself to keep it cool. He didn’t need to scare Steve off just because of the stupid crush.
Steve tried to look unbothered as Eddie reached him. “We can take my car.” He offers and Eddie snickers.
“Why? Do you not like my driving?” He watches Steve’s eyes narrow in the best way. The way that meant he was trying to hold back a bitchy comment. “Come on, why don’t I drive?”
Steve scoffed, “I’m not dying today, come on.” He grabs Eddie’s jacket and pulls him over to the Beamer.
Eddie slips into the passenger seat and leans on his arm to look over at Steve. He was backing out of the parking lot with ease. And while he looked good when he drove Eddie’s van. He looked completely in his element here in his car. Eddie forced himself to snap out of it and he fiddled with Steve’s radio. Steve didn’t even look mad as Eddie fiddled with his stuff.
“So, what are your plans for Thanksgiving?” Eddie asked when the silence seemed to grow awkward. He thinks that maybe if he got used to being alone with Steve, it wouldn’t be so bad. But at this moment he’s used to having others acting as a crutch.
Steve glanced over and shrugged, “I never really celebrated it, to be honest. I think Dustin’s been bothering Claudia, his mom, to let me come over but I’m not really sure.” Steve chuckled, “you’d think I told him that the world was ending when I said I didn’t celebrate it anymore. He started rambling about giving me the best holiday. I think he thinks that he could make this into my favorite holiday if he tried hard enough.”
Eddie smiled as Steve lit up talking about the younger boy. He always lit up when talking about the kids but Dustin was always unique. His whole body lit up when he spoke about the kid. “So, what is your favorite holiday then?” He asked and Steve tensed a little, glancing over at Eddie.
“Come on, you didn’t even let me ask a question. The polite thing to do is switch at the very least,” Steve complained. "Then it's a proper conversation and not an interrogation."
Eddie couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping, “Fine. Hit me with a question, big boy.”
Steve hummed, “what are you doing for Thanksgiving? Are you spending it with Wayne?”
Eddie raised an eyebrow, “wow that was two questions. But I’ll allow it, I suppose. Yeah, me and Wayne usually make a nice breakfast. I can’t cook for shit but I’m getting pretty good at breakfast foods.” Eddie laughs and Steve nods, “It’s nothing special. Afterward, Wayne will go to work because they pay double for it. Then I’ll usually head over to Gareth’s.”
Steve pulls into the parking lot and Eddie turns in his seat to face him, “now, what’s your favorite holiday?”
It makes Steve roll his eyes, “fine. Geez not gonna let it go, I guess.” Steve clears his throat, “I- my family stopped celebrating holidays these past few years honestly. So, I don’t have a favorite or least favorite anymore. But when my Grandpa was around, he’d throw these big parties on the 4th of July.”
“Yeah?” Eddie questioned and Steve got a sad look in his eyes.
“Yeah, it was nice. It um- I was actually born on the 4th, so he’d make a big deal out of it.” Steve admitted and as he turned off the car there was something sad in his eyes.
Eddie reached over and gave his shoulder a squeeze. Steve’s eyes shut until Eddie pulled his hand back, “It sounds fun.” Steve nodded before getting out of the car.
They headed into the store and Steve grabs a basket before looking at Eddie. “So, where to first?” He asks and Eddie grins before leading him further into the store. And Eddie tries his very best to stay focused on the task but he’s never been good in the grocery store. There was always something to stop and look at. Always something that caught his attention and had him veering off to check it out. Normally he always went alone with a list. That way if he got distracted it wouldn’t annoy anyone but himself. However, Steve just glanced over and followed him. Asking why Eddie found it interesting.
Suddenly their basket was full of not just breakfast foods but also weird foods Eddie’s always thought looked weird. Steve even grabbed a dragon fruit. Like anything Eddie thought looked good, was good enough reasoning. It made Eddie’s chest swell and his tongue twist until he couldn’t say a single word. Still, Steve looked over at him with a small smile and grabbed cranberry juice because Eddie rambled about how Grant loved it but Eddie thought it was weird. It made his mouth tingle and Steve explained how he could be allergic, Eddie just shrugged.
“Steve,” a voice broke through the mess that was this trip and Eddie looked back to see an uncomfortable-looking Nancy with her mom, Mike, and a little girl. Nancy’s mom was the one who called out to Steve and Eddie saw Mike roll his eyes, even as he headed closer to Steve like it was an impulse.
“Stevie!” The little girl cheered and wiggled in her mom’s arms until she was put down. Steve easily bent to place the basket on the ground and catch the little girl in his arms.
“Oh my! It’s Holly-berry,” Steve said in a happy tone as he stood and spun her. The little girl giggled and clung to Steve.
He easily held the girl close as the other Wheelers headed over at a much slower pace. “Mrs. Wheeler,” Steve greets and it’s not nearly as happy as it had been for Holly. “Mike,” Steve drawled and got a glare because of it. Then he just gave Nancy a small smile.
“Stevie,” Holly tugged on Steve’s shirt and Steve just huffed a laugh. “Tea party?” She asked and Eddie swore he saw actual regret in Steve’s eyes.
He bounced her to make her laugh again before he said anything. “Sorry, not right now. Maybe another time,” he said and Eddie wondered if it was a lie.
Nancy’s mom glanced over at him from where he stood awkwardly beside Steve. “You’re a Munson, right?” She asked and Nancy glared at her mom for a moment. “I’m Karen Wheeler,” she smiled and Eddie awkwardly shook her hand.
“Eddie,” he says and Steve glances over at him. Then he eyes Karen carefully like he didn’t trust her and it made Eddie grow tense.
Karen doesn’t seem to notice, she just places a hand on Steve’s shoulder, “it’s been so long. We’ve missed having you around.”
Eddie knows he isn’t the only one who notices how uncomfortable Nancy is. Mike looks away like he hates this and Steve just smiles a tense smile. “Well, Mrs. Wheeler, you know you can always call me if you need a babysitter.” Steve shrugs but he doesn’t look at Nancy.
“Please, call me Karen, Steve. I've said it a million times... You know, I still don’t know why you two broke up,” Karen says like it’s normal to bring this up in the middle of an aisle at the grocery store. Her hand is still on Steve, gently rubbing a circle on his shoulder like it was normal. Eddie didn’t like it but Steve wasn’t shrugging it off.
Steve was, instead, smiling. “Well, uh, Karen, it’s because we didn’t work out. Not a big deal,” he bends down, making Karen’s hand slip from his shoulder, and places Holly on the ground. He grabs their basket and glances over at him. “It was great seeing you,” he said softly then did a little sweep with his eyes. “Mike, best behavior, right?” He teases him and goes to walk off but Karen is touching him again.
“What are you boys up to?” She glances at the mess that is in their basket.
Steve clears his throat, and his eyes glance at Karen’s hand. “I’ve got a few people spending a night at mine. So, he’s helping me shop for foods everyone will like.”
Eddie nods, “yep. We should get moving. Bye Wheelers,” then he grabs Steve’s arm, pulling Steve from the others. Steve stumbles a little before righting himself. “We’ve still got to grab bread.” He says to Steve, trying to pull Steve’s attention to him and away from the Wheelers. Steve nods and easily follows after him.
Eddie glances back and Karen had Holly back in her arms, talking with her kids. Both Nancy and Mike looked annoyed at their mom. Eddie looked to Steve who did look a little uncomfortable now that they moved away from them. “Sorry, you had to deal with that.” Eddie offered and Steve glanced over.
He shrugged, “I guess I’m used to it.” Eddie wondered what part he was used to. Being asked about Nancy. Having to talk with the Wheelers even though he’s done with Nancy. People just touching him. Although that might only bother Eddie because he's a jealous little shit.
Steve straightened up and looked over the loaves of bread, “It’s whatever. They’ll always think I broke up with Nancy and it’s fine.”
Eddie’s brow furrowed, “really? But she got with Jonathan right after.”
Steve laughed but it wasn’t happy, “well, I’m the one with the reputation. She’s the innocent girl who dated Steve Harrington, a serial dater. Who would believe that I was the one who got their heart broken?” He didn’t look at Eddie but Eddie desperately wanted to grab and shake him. Tell Steve that he believed. That he saw him. Even through all those walls he had, Eddie saw him.
“Anything else we need?” Steve questioned, turning towards the checkouts. Eddie shook his head and followed silently. They got their couple of bags before heading out to the car. Eddie headed to the trunk but Steve stopped him. “Uh, it’s full back there.” He said before he opened the back door. He placed his bag inside and gestured for Eddie to do the same. Eddie shoved the bag in and shut the door.
The drive back to the school was quiet this time. Steve’s mind was somewhere else as he pulled into the parking spot next to Eddie’s van. “Right, well, see ya tomorrow,” Steve said awkwardly. Eddie hopped out but before he got into his van he stopped. He turned and knocked on Steve’s window. Steve looked confused as Eddie opened his door. “Eddie?” He questioned and Eddie gestured for him to get up. He did as requested and as soon as he was standing, Eddie pulled him into a hug.
Steve was tense for a moment before he seemed to melt into it just like he had the last time. The time when Steve was so tired he didn’t have those walls and clung onto Eddie. “I’m sorry no one believed you. But I do, I promise that I’m here for you.” He said into Steve’s ear and Steve’s arms wrapped around him tightly. “You’ve got people on your side now, Steve.”
He pulled back and Eddie looked over Steve’s face, seeing a soft brokenness in his eyes. “Right, uh, you do too. I mean, you already did but now you’ve also got me… on your side! Like I’m in your corner,” Steve had a nice blush covering his face and Eddie liked it.
He nodded and took a step back, “right. Good to know pretty boy.” Then, of course, Eddie had to say something so obvious and stupid. It make his heart jump and he laughed, “uh. Yep, we’re friends. Good friends. Good to get that settled. Talk to you later, friend.” He grinned too wide and jumped into his van, starting it up. Steve was getting back into the Beamer as Eddie drove off wanting to scream at his stupidity.
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Dat’s right! It’s everyone’s favourite ‘Keef watches TFP and all you get are the notes!’
Maybe I should make a cover for this series.
ANYWHO! I’m watching season 1, Episode 10: Deus Ex Machina.
I write down timestamps, but I watch Transformers Prime on Stan (and Australian streaming service) so they may be slightly off.
~~~~Transition~~~~
00:00 - I know that’s my favourite book ‘World History’.
00:04 - please tell me that everyone else saw her just break the fourth wall.
00:11 - Bulkhead’s an asshole if Miko can hear the car from inside the building.
00:14 - Read.. 150 pages? Okay, I’m gonna be honest, I’ve never been to detention (I haven’t even gotten a slip [3 slips means detention]) so I could be wrong but.. isn’t detention formed by a variety of students? Not everyone’s going to be reading the same thing so how can a teacher assign such vague homework?
00:41 - In Bulkhead’s rear view you can actually see the teacher.
~Intro~
01:39 - I may have yelled ‘what the fuck?’ When I saw that cactus. Why did they get a real cactus?
01:43 - Bulkhead’s hovering above the road.
02:15 - Bots not understanding human expressions. So beautiful.
02:25 - Jack sounding exactly like an older brother, then Bulkhead ignoring him is hilarious.
02:37 - this has the same energy as ‘you’re going to end up at McDonald’s if you don’t do your work. We going to McDonalds if I don’t do my work? :D’
02:51 - you already KNOW Greek viewers went crazy.
03:16 - ‘those’ being a car… although still sounds kinda racist. Transformist? Modist? That sounds like modest.
03:17 - mmm I like when they have very.. civil reactions to comments.
03:24 - pssst guys… it’s a height difference
03:27 - I get that this part is supposed to show that Starscream considers Knockout inferior, but like… he knows that decepticons also need to have ground support that aren’t just vehicons, right?
03:30 - honestly, go off, K.O. Ya look good.
03:44 - that must be such a weird sight.
04:11 - Miko’s an idiot. I will explain further. She’s been rejected from every other mission, regardless of what it was and when Bulkhead notices a connection between Miko’s school work and a harmless mission, let’s her join. Why would Miko assume that it’s anything other than school related??
04:25 - Bulk didn’t need to justify how he knew that.
04:52 - randomly including democracy, alright
05:04 - he’s got looks, brains and fighting ability. Can you tell who’s one of my top Decepticons?
05:07 - he means boyfriend. (I’m like fairly certain that in some canon they are in a relationship)
05:09 - Where’s Starscream lookin?
05:43 - they’re ex boyfriends
06:26 - Bulkhead angst potential.
06:33 - HOW THE FUCK IS THE QUALITY SO GOOD??
06:37 - what’s he supposed to be pointing at rn?
06:47 - I dunno why but that just reminded me that Bayverse Bumblebee was in WW2.
06:52 - that’s really smart
07:11 - why are there so many dangerous weapons??
07:20 - Arcee decided to use a double negative than say ‘Miko’s right’ + Bee looks lifeless. Like I got jumpscared by him.
07:30 - no it doesn’t. I checked.
07:32 - I think Bee was just zoned out because he’s eyes/Optics are now full+ Bulkhead’s lean is beautiful.
07:34 - Optimus’s boobs are too big. He can’t see the screen.
07:40 - OH! LOOK AT THAT! FOWLER PROVING TO BE USELESS.
07:48 - I get the joke being ‘oh he’s a machine’ but honestly- I agree with Ratchet.
07:52 - I’m gonna be honest… I cried looking at Bee from Optimus’s perspective. He looks like a puppy!
07:54 - *cri* he’s so cute.
07:58 - confiscate as in remove dangerous weapon.
08:18 - Here we witness an idiot forgetting that they turn into cars.
08:29 - Miko using her brain. Woo!
08:39 - Optimus saying ‘Bulkhead’. I need a compilation of Optimus saying each Autobot’s name. (Specifically Bumblebee tho)
08:47 - ‘aw fuckin Soundwave’ ~ my genuine reaction when it showed that Soundwave was back at his hijinks
08:48 - draw the gang like this.
08:57 - that’s… what the frag… that’s so messed up.
09:21 - it might just be me, but wouldn’t it make more sense for either Bee or Arcee to be parked up front and Optimus at the back? Considering that people there have cars like Bee and Arcee’s a motorbike so it would look fairly normal. Then Optimus as the back to look like he’s museum property. I could be wrong tho.
09:46 - …Fnaf SB was def inspired by this so. I will not hear otherwise.
10:06 - Just seeing Optimus like that reminds me… why don’t the other have holoforms like Arcee? Their windows don’t have a heavy enough tint that an absence of driver does goes unnoticed.
10:55 - Knockout flirting with Optimus is such a silly idea.
11:08 - that was smooooooooth.
11:24 - Optimus lookin around, then looking down to see Knockout is actually really funny. I bet that happens all the time at the base.
11:30 - the way Optimus’s foot/pede bends implies that he can go on the tip of his toes and that fills me with immense joy.
11:37 - that’s a horrifying sight.
11:59 - Woo! Bee!
12:05 - NO! BEE!
12:10 - Okay but like Arcee could’ve dodged that initial missile(?) with a smaller turn, means she wouldn’t have crashed into Bee. + Whump potential anyone? + Bee does a backflip. Get on his level goddamn.
12:13 - Knockout really took down Optimus and just stood on him. Power move.
12:31 - if they’ve only NOW gotten it down, then there’s something wrong with them.
12:38 - Knockout reacted before Optimus started to move, but I now understand why Knockout stood on Optimus.
12:43 - that could’ve looked so cool.
12:44 - but Optimus said no
13:10 - Damn, Miko..
13:12 - She was complying yet the officer decided to be really rough.
13:18 - I now point out the foreshadowing when Bulkhead talked about Miko getting arrested.
13:25 - Soundwave got them feminine legs. Go off, king.
13:30 - that was a forced ‘gulp’ and I love it.
13:37 - Harry Potter, or whatever.
13:42 - Optimus, how long have you been lying on the floor, Primus.
13:53 - Shoutout to bots that can do backflips. Gotta be one of my favourite genders.
14:07 - And do what?.
14:08 - Mmmm Y E S. (Optimus said Bulkhead and Miko)
14:36 - a good liar doesn’t hesitate like that, Miko.
14:42 - DAMN THOSE BACKGROUNDS BEAUTIFUL AF.
15:06 - Ratchet in the corner.
15:07 - HOW THOUGH?! HOW WOULD YOU DO THAT, BULKHEAD??
15:38 - Does anyone else now get annoyed at Bulkhead? Like dude! Ratchet needed that! Couldn’t you have punched a wall or something??
16:06 - EXACTLY!
16:08 - shut up, Jack.
16:23 - bots feeling strong emotions are more heavily animated.
16:49 - that’s how I act and I’m feeling called out Ò-Ó
17:17 - did anyone else feel deeply disturbed watching that?
17:45 - Bulkhead lookin like a penguin.
17:52 - When you compare that walk to other bots (such as Bee or Arcee) you can especially tell the Bulkhead is not made for swift movements. He’s shaky on his pedes/feet when he went from uneven to stable ground and from the slide into a run.
18:00 - most realistic r action right there.
18:04 - Knockout’s significantly faster than Breakdown he’s just decided that instead of using his quick strides to run forward, he’s going side to side.
18:12 - LMAO
18:27 - I FORGOT THIS HAPPENS. THAT’S SO MESSED UP.
18:37 - Take that out of context. I dare you.
18:57 - okay, this looks awesome af.
19:16 - take THAT out of context-
19:27 - OOOOH I get it! Because traditionally it’s ‘fight or flight’ but because their both cars he said ‘drive’
19:50 - Awww look at them. That’s sad. They also kinda look like video game characters, especially because their eyes aren’t glowing the way they usually do. (Sorry I couldn’t get a clearer photo)
19:59 - this is what I sound like when I’m talking about Polar Bears.
21:03 - I would like to acknowledge that TFP is bad with letting characters take a moment to recover. The more this happens, the more you’ll hear about it.
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And that was Deus Ex Machina.
Honestly I’m not a big fan of this episode. It’s okay, but definitely doesn’t stand out as much as it could’ve. I thought the plots were very weak and there were very few iconic moments. Considering that this was the first appearance of Knockout and Breakdown, it’s an underwhelming reveal.
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the one that could have been — (h.s)
hello beautiful people 🤍 welcome back! this is inspired by one on my favourite ‘friends’ episode — season 6 episodes 15 and 16 — named, as you can see from the title, “the one that could have been”. i had so much fun writing this, and i hope you all enjoy it. please, do let me know what you think! and if you have any requests, don’t be afraid of leaving them in my asks, i’ll look through them as soon as possible. if you wish to read something else from me, you can check the tag “my writing” on my blog (i still need to make a masterlist). thank you for reading! please like, reblog and let me know what you think! it really helps me a lot <3
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he tried his best not to look so shocked, but the red on her cheeks told him he wasn’t doing a great job at hiding his surprise.
“stop looking at me like i’m some freak show! not everyone got to be the captain of the football team, someone had to be the loser in band.”
“you weren’t a loser, you were just quiet and-“
“harry, i was in band and i played the big ass drum in costume. it’s okay to say that i wasn’t the coolest person in school.”
“i thought you were cool.”
“you thought i was nice enough to let you copy my homework, which i was. but yeah, you must’ve found something in me if you stuck around even after high school.”
“hey! i talked to you because i thought you were nice, and cool and funny. and perhaps it had to do a little with the homework stuff, but mostly the other things!”
you threw him your napkin and laughed at how silly he was.
“but you can’t blame me for being a little surprised.”
and, here it was.
“i knew i shouldn’t have told you anything! now you think i’m weird and now everything between us is going to be weird and fuck, you’re a shit friend sometimes.”
“hey! i’m not! and i’m sorry for how i reacted, it’s just that i wasn’t expecting for this date to be your first... date. nothing wrong with that though! it’s perfectly fine!”
so, the thing is she was a virgin. she was 25 and hadn’t had a date yet, which isn’t something she was embarrassed about, she was waiting for the right person. but the look on harry’s face, who was staring at her with a “oh my god you have two heads” look, made her feel a little embarrassed. she knew who she was talking to, and having known him since high school meant that he told her all about his excapades, while she quietly listened to him and never said anything else. he was always so open about all his experiences, and he just figured she was more closed off, which was totally fine, and he wouldn’t pry informations about that part of her life: if she wanted to let him know, he would gladly listen, but whenever she is comfortable enough to do so.
though, if harry had to be totally honest, her not sharing that part of her life with him — until recently, that is — was maybe for the best: he doesn’t like it, but he can be of the jealous kind. and to think about anyone getting that close with his best friend, who was basically the best person walking on earth, made him feel something in his chest, something he couldn’t quite put a finger on.
“so, where’s this james guy taking you?”
“uhm, actually he’s coming over, i’m going to cook him dinner.”
“oh, that’s nice! your cooking is amazing, he’s going to love it.”
“yeah, i hope so.” she nibbled on her lip.
“hey, come here.” he held out his hands for her, waiting for her to take them. “if he’s not a total idiot, he will love it. and if he doesn’t, then he doesn’t deserve you. please, please don’t settle for someone who isn’t worthy of you. especially for something so important to you.”
she knew harry was a sweet person, who cared about her feelings, but it still shocked her a little bit, because he had such a serious look in his eyes.
“yeah, i know H, thank you for worrying.” she gave him a tight-lipped smile. “but now, leave.”
“excuse me? are you kicking me out?”
“yeah, i am.”
“but whyyy?” he whined like a grumpy child. all that was missing was him stomping his foot on the ground, to complete the picture.
“have you already forgotten that i have a date tonight for which i have to get ready?”
“yeah but i can still stay here a while, can’t i?” he was giving her those puppy eyes, that menace. she knew what he was doing.
“no! stop looking at me with those eyes.” she laughed. “i’m so sorry, i wish you could but i have to get dinner ready and get ready myself, and i feel like i’m already running behind.”
“alright, alright.. i’m leaving... all alone... by myself... kicked out by my own best friend... in the whole world...” he dragged every word, dragging his feet on the ground.
good god, he was such a man child at times.
“i promise i’ll text you if something weird happens and i feel uncomfortable. or else, you’ll be hearing from me tomorrow morning.” she really wished she was going to text him the following morning.
“alright angel, let me know if everything is okay. i’ll be over in a heartbeat if it isn’t. and remember: don’t overthink too much, try to enjoy your date.” he put his hands on her shoulder and looked into her eyes, because this was important and he wanted her to know she really had to enjoy tonight.
“i will, thanks H.” she ushered him towards the door, and opened it, basically shoving him out of her home.
“byeeeee. oh wait-“ he was almost out of the door. “please send me a pic of your outfit, i’m curious.” he said, raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner.
“yeah yeah, bye now.” she closed the door behind him, put her back against it, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
now it was time to get everything ready.
she decided to prepare dinner and set the table first, before getting ready herself, so she went to the kitchen and started making her famous lasagna. harry went crazy for it, he always asked her to prepare it for his birthday dinner.
“it can count as my present! i won’t ask for anything else, i promise!”
she knew it was really good, it was her nonna’s recipe, so of course it was delicious. she grew up eating it, and whenever she cooked it, it was like she was brought back into that small kitchen, in the italian countryside, her nonna and nonno smiling at her because she had sauce all over her mouth. maybe it was stupid, but cooking this for someone held a level of intimacy that for now she only shared with harry. she told him the story about her grandparents and he listened to her, giving her his undivided attention. at the end, he just told her “i wish i could taste the one your nonna used to make.”
so, preparing this for james, already set the mood for tonight, how serious it was for her. she went out with him a couple times, just simple lunch dates — both cut short because he was called back to the hospital — but he was nice, albeit a bit boring at times, and she was kinda growing tired of not being intimate, so she thought he could be “the one”.
after putting the lasagna in the oven, she set up the table and went to take a shower, that kind of showers that consist on three different hair masks, face and body creams, serums and all that. after that, she went to check in on dinner, but it still wasn’t ready, so she went back to do her makeup and dress up. she put on a simple dress, her favourite one: it was of a dark red colour, with a bit of lace on the back, long enough to keep her comfortable but still not too long.
she snapped a picture for harry, just a simple mirror selfie with her hand up in a peace sign and sent it to him. it took him no more that 4 seconds to text her back.
“you look absolutely gorgeous. he’s going to love you. x”
she smiled, put her phone away and finally went to take the lasagna out of the oven, proceeded to put it on the counter to let it cool a little.
james should have been on his way now, so she decided to tidy up the last things. then, she heard the doorbell.
game time.
she was giddy, scared and over all a bit overwhelmed. this night meant so much to her, she just wanted it to be good.
she walked to the door and greeted him with a big smile.
“hello, you.” he said, smiling as well.
“hi!”
“this is for you.” he gave her a bottle of wine, one she liked a lot as well.
“oh my, that’s so nice of you, thank you. please, come in, make yourself at home.” she said, walking further into her flat, going to the kitchen to fetch a couple of glasses for the wine.
“this is a nice place, thank you for having me over.” he said from the living room, while taking a seat on her couch.
“oh thank you! and of course, it’s my pleasure.”
she walked back into the living area with two glasses, and set on the couch with james.
he was talking about some case he had at work, and she was half listening, half pretending to.
she could do this, couldn’t she? this was going well, they were drinking wine on her couch, making a bit of small talk, dinner was waiting for them in the kitchen... all was going to be fine.
her thoughts were interrupted when james took the glass from her hands and put it on the tiny table in front of her sofa.
what was he doing?
“you look beautiful tonight.”
oh, that was what he was doing.
“oh, uhm, thank you.” she smiled shyly. “you look handsome as well.”
“well, thank you.”
he inched closer, putting a hand on her thigh, the other stroking her cheek. she felt her breath hitch, how long has it been since she had been kissed? probably years. god.
his face came closer and closer, and when he closed his eyes, she did the same, preparing herself for what was going to happen next.
and when his lips touched hers, she felt... okay. nothing weird. no fireworks, no butterflies. it was a normal kiss.
she can’t say she wasn’t a bit disappointed. wasn’t this moment meant to have her feel like she was walking on air? head and body all floaty and tingly, stomach filled with butterflies? she always thought it was going to feel like this. she daydreamed every time she read about it in her books, how even the tiniest touch could bring up the biggest spark between two lovers.
but this wasn’t it.
this was okay, really, it was a good kiss. he was touching her not too roughly, and it wasn’t making her uncomfortable. it was just not what she thought it was going to be like.
“maybe those were all just fantasies, maybe the real thing is supposed to feel like this.” she thought. so she decided to suck it up, and just let herself enjoy this moment.
she had one of her hands on his chest, the other around his neck, playing with his hair.
and when she heard a small moan from him, she thought she was doing a good job. he was enjoying it!
but soon, it got her to overthink about how she didn’t make any noises: was she supposed to? was he expecting them? was she weird for not making any?
her interior freak out was cut short by a phone ringing.
“shit.” james said, disconnecting their lips.
oh no, not again. it’s the third time this has happened; although, the other times it happened she didn’t really care all that much, because their lunch was almost over, so it wasn’t really cut all that short.
he checked his phone and sighed.
“i’m sorry, i have to take this.”
“yeah, yeah, of course.”
he gave her a tight-lipped smile, apologised again, and got up to answer the call.
she sighed and slouched on the couch. maybe it was a friend just wanting to say hi? maybe they could still have dinner and a nice night.
“i’m sorry, i really am, but i have to go back to the hospital, they need me.”
of course not.
“oh.” she stood up, straightening her dress and looking down. she was disappointed of course, but it wasn’t his fault, wasn’t it? the hospital needed him so he had to go.
“i’m sorry, maybe i can get off early and-“
“oh no, don’t worry! do what you have to do, don’t worry about me.”
“we’ll do this another time, yeah?”
“yeah, of course. let me walk you to the door.”
after bidding goodbye, she closed the door.
“yeah, this night blows.”
—
she decided to put some more comfortable clothes on, and also took her makeup off, so she could enjoy her — now, solo — dinner.
there was going to be so much leftovers, she thought. so, why not ask someone if they wanted some?
—
harry was at home, fresh out of the shower, thinking about what to do for dinner. having cereal and milk again didn’t sound too appealing.
when he heard a ding from his phone, he thought it was from the guys, asking him to go out.
but when he heard a second and then a third ding, he actually went to check who the texts were from.
and when he saw his best friend’s name pop up, his heart skipped a beat. she said she would’ve texted him only if something bad was happening, so what happened?
“hey, date finished early. pretty bummed tbh.”
“did you already have dinner?”
“because i have leftovers. want to keep me company?”
as if he could ever say no, both to her and to her home cooked meals.
“yeah of course! i’m on my way. x”
he put on the first sweatshirt he found, and he was out the door.
—
when the doorbell rang, she just answered with a loud “it’s open”.
harry let himself in, took off his shoes and looked around to see where she was. when he saw her in the kitchen, his heart acted all weird.
he couldn’t understand if it was from seeing her in sweats and his old fleetwood mac shirt, feeling warm at the sight of her wearing his clothes, or if it was by seeing that she wasn’t in the dress she was wearing in the picture he received before, meaning that her date didn’t go as planned, which made him a bit sad. he doesn’t know much about this james, but from what she’d told him he seemed like a nice guy. so why didn’t the date go through?
“hi, angel.”
“hey.” she answered, with a somber tone.
“is everything okay?”
“are you ready to eat? i made lasagna.”
that struck harry. she made her date one of her (and his) favourite home cooked meals, he knew how much it meant to her.
“yeah, of course. but you still have to answer my question.”
“can we eat first? then we can talk about how miserable my love life is.”
he chucked a bit. “of course, let me help you with the plates.”
they ate almost in silence, the only sounds you could hear were harry’s praises about her cooking.
“angel, you should be a chef.”
“if i pay you, can you cook me meals for dinner everyday? i’m tired of having milk and cereal five days a week.”
“harry, you can’t have milk and cereal for dinner everyday!”
“i know! that’s why i’m asking you this!”
after they finished eating, she took the plates to the sink, and he followed her.
she started washing their plates, when harry cleared his throat.
“what?”
“what are you not telling me?”
she sighed. “the date was cut short. james was called by the hospital, and he had to leave, exactly like the two times before tonight.”
“oh.” he didn’t know what to say.
“yeah.”
“i’m sorry.”
“it’s okay, it wasn’t meant to be, i guess.”
“you really liked him, huh?” he said, and why was it so hard for him to get these words out of his mouth?
“i mean, i wasn’t in love with the guy, he was okay. i don’t know, we kissed for a bit, i didn’t feel anything, and now that i think about it i probably wouldn’t even have gone all the way.” she said all in one breath.
harry listened closely to what she said, and he had one single thought.
“can i just ask you something?”
“yeah, sure, go for it.”
“why haven’t you ever asked me?”
she dropped the plate she was drying in the sink. did she heard right?
“uh- uhm, what?”
“why haven’t you asked me to help you out with.. that?”
she couldn’t bear how weird the situation was. so, naturally, she laughed it off.
“you’re so funny H, always said you should be a comedian.” she dried off her hands and made her way to the living room.
Harry followed her, gently grabbing her wrist to stop her from running away, putting his chest to her back.
“i’m not kidding. i’m genuinely asking you why, in over 10 years of being best friends, you’ve never asked me.” his hands started travelling from her wrist to her waist.
“isn’t it obvious? you’ve just said it: we’re best friends. doing that would make everything weird and complicated, and i don’t want that.”
“are you sure that that’s it?”
“yeah, of course it is.”
“angel, i can’t even see your face right now and i know you’re lying: you’re a shit liar, you know that. and i’d like to think that i know my best friend a little too well to not know when they’re lying.”
she huffed, she hated that she couldn’t lie to him, ever. but she hated more that she had to come clean now, so she tried convincing him one last time that there was nothing more.
“i’m not lying. that’s the only reason.”
he sighed, and turned her around.
“now look me in the eyes, and say that.”
the fucker. he knew for a fact that she wasn’t able to lie, especially if she looked in the eyes of the person she was trying to lie to.
“alright, fuck, you win. it’s not the only reason.”
“and do you mind telling me what is it?”
she took a deep breath, she really doesn’t want to, because she knows for a fact it’s going to make her sound like an idiot.
“it’s just.. i know that you don’t like me that way, and that you never did, back in high school or college. i’m not your type and that’s fine! i don’t blame you for it, everyone can have a preference.”
he was stunned. she took his silence as a way to tell her to go on.
“and so, i’ve never asked you any “help” because of that. i didn’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position, of having to tell me the ‘no’ i already knew was coming, and ruining our friendship. never in a million years i would want that, so i never did.”
she released a breath, and looked up at him.
he was looking at her with wide eyes, that held a certain softness.
“and now i’ve made it weird all the same, fucking hell, i told you i wasn’t supposed to-“
“no angel, no, it’s okay. i just.. i don’t understand. have i made you feel ugly? is that it?”
“no H, no, it’s just that i saw the girls you went out with and we aren’t the same. they were gorgeous, like drop dead gorgeous, and so sweet and just incredible. some were even wayyyy out of your league, but you charmed them all the same.” she laughed, and it made him laugh as well.
“heyyy, that’s rude.” he whined, making her roll her eyes.
“but i am sorry, if i ever made you feel this way. i‘ve never wanted to. i think you’re beautiful, breathtakingly so.”
“oh stop it, that’s not true.” she tried to leave his grasp, but it only tightened on her waist.
“no, i’m serious. i think you are probably the most beautiful person i know, and not just on the outside. you’re a beautiful person all over, you look great and your soul is beautiful. you’re sweet and caring and just amazing, and i can’t believe you think i didn’t think this about you.”
she looked up at him and couldn’t believe how sweet he was being. was he saying all this out of pity?
“i can see the wheels turning in your head, what are you thinking about?”
“i was just thinking that maybe you’re being so sweet out of pity. because my night didn’t go the way it was supposed to.”
he scoffed. “you’re just so dense sometimes. i’m telling you this because i really do think those things. why can’t you just accept that?”
“uhm, okay then.. thank you H, for saying all of this.”
“you’re welcome, angel. now... would you want to?”
“what?”
“would you want me to kiss you?”
what the actual hell was happening. was he actually asking her this? her best friend of ten years was asking her if he could kiss her. harry. her harry. her best friend harry. no way.
“we don’t have to, angel. just... if you want, i could kiss you and we can see if it feels good for you, and if you feel comfortable with that. i just want to make you feel good, and i hope you know you’re safe with me. i don’t expect anything to happen, nothing more than a kiss, if you even want that.”
“uhm. i-“ she was afraid of what was going to happen to them, but she so wanted to be selfish. just this one time. one kiss, that’s it.
“i think i’d like that. i feel safe with you.”
“yeah? you do?” he looked down at her, and a sheepish smile spread across his face.
“yeah, i really do. but do you?”
he could swear his heart was about to jump out of his chest. how cute was she? he was the one who proposed the whole ordeal, but she still wanted to make sure he felt comfortable.
“of course angel, it’s you. i always feel safe with you.”
they couldn’t lie to themselves, they both thought about this moment from time to time.
the first time harry wanted to kiss her was at their junior prom, when he saw her in that long, beautiful dress, but didn’t because she had a date — and so did he —, especially when he saw she was having so much fun with aaron (her date), dancing around the school gym and laughing, and he thought he wanted to be the one who made her laugh like this forever. but he was late, and aaron already filled that position. so he made his peace with it, and spent prom night with his date, a lovely girl of course, but she wasn’t her.
and the first time she really, really wanted to kiss him was during a football game. it was their first year of college, and she was busy with finals, but harry begged her to come because he was the quarterback and promised her his team would win if she was there. so, when his team scored the winning touchdown, before even celebrating with his teammates, he looked for her in the bleachers and when he found her he had the biggest smile on his face, running towards her shouting “it’s because of you! it’s you!”. she never wanted to kiss someone that badly ever in her life. thankfully, when she came down from the high of his victory, she just hugged him tight, while he picked her up and spun her around. no kiss.
but now, how could she turn him down? how can she not kiss those lips? they seems so soft, like soft pink pillows.
harry couldn’t wait for it anymore. ever since he was a teen, he asked himself what it’d feel like kissing her, tasting her lips. he got close to do that too many drunken nights, but never did because either both of them were intoxicated or because he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.
but now? they were both trembling with anticipation. so, he put his hands on her face, and slightly turned it upwards, looking deep into her eyes.
“are you sure?”
“yes, i am.”
“positive?”
“yes.”
“swear on your mum?”
“would you kiss me already?”
he didn’t have to be asked twice. he leaned in and softly touched her lips. the kiss started slow, like they wanted to test the water first, make sure nothing felt wrong.
‘wrong’ was the last word she would use to describe this kiss.
this is what a kiss should feel like: all the butterflies she didn’t feel before with james, here they were, batting their wings away in her stomach, making her feel like she could fly away.
harry’s hands travelled down her waist, one towards her bottom, and he broke the kiss for just a second.
“is this okay?” he asked.
she nodded, but clearly that wasn’t enough for harry.
“angel, i need words. is me touching you okay?”
“yes, harry, please.”
hearing her begging him made him groan in pleasure. he wanted to stay in this moment till the end of time.
he left his hands wandering on her waist, and a little lower, and brought his lips to hers once again, this time more purposefully. he licked her bottom lip, silently asking her to open up for him, and she happily obliged. her hands travelled up his shoulder, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, tugging lightly on the curls, making harry moan a bit.
and fuck, was it hot to hear.
she kept playing with his hair when harry pulled his lips from hers, a small whimper leaving her mouth.
she fucking whimpered. he was going to heaven, that was the only explanation.
he brought his lips on her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and sucking here and there, making her unconsciously moan softly at his actions.
“does this feel nice, angel?”
“yeah.” she said in a breathy voice.
he could not get enough of her.
his lips reluctantly left her neck and he decided to sit on the couch, looking up at her.
he didn’t even have to say anything, because she gladly climbed on top of him, straddling him, and connecting their lips once again.
she wasn’t sure if a kiss ever felt like this. she didn’t know if it was because of how safe she felt with harry, or if he was just really good at kissing, but never in her life has she been kissed like this. it felt too good to be true.
his hands travelled to her hips, holding and squeezing her love handles, which made her a little uncomfortable, and she didn’t know if she made a sound or if harry could just read her mind, but he stopped kissing her.
“is everything okay?”
“yeah, yeah, everything’s good.” she went in to kiss him again, but he turned his head.
“you have to be honest with me. is it the position? does it weird you out?”
“no, no H, the position is great, it’s just... your hands squeezed my hips, and i don’t feel very comfortable with that, because i don’t like how squishy they are. it makes me a bit self conscious. i’m sorry.”
“hey, no need to apologise. if anything, i’m sorry. but angel, just know that there’s nothing wrong with them, i fucking love them. but i won’t squeeze them anymore now, alright? i want you to feel good and safe.”
“yes, thank you.”
he started kissing her again, softly at first but it soon became more heated, tongues touching and hands roaming over each other’s bodies; soft moans and the wet sounds of their lips connecting were all one could hear.
unconsciously, she started grinding her hips on him, making a deeper moan leave his mouth.
“angel, fuck.”
“i’m sorry, did i do something?”
“no no, fuck, it felt great. but are you sure?”
she didn’t answer him this time, she just kept kissing him and grinding on him, feeling him buck his hips to match her movements. she hoped this was enough of an answer for him.
“dear god, why didn’t we do this before?”
she let out a breathy laugh. “i was thinking the same thing.”
“what are you doing to me, angel?” she felt his hand on her hair, brushing them out of her face. she felt the coldness of his rings on her cheek, it all felt so real. almost, too real.
“mmh...“
“angel.” her pet name sounded a bit more distant, and she felt a stronger hand on her shoulder.
“angel.” the voice was getting closer, she thought. but how could it be closer if she was kissing the source of that voice right now?
“angel, wake up.” wake up?
she opened her eyes and the soft light from the tv burned her sleepy eyes. through her blurry vision, she could make out a figure, a curly headed man with green eyes was looking at her, smiling softly.
“hey angel, welcome back to planet earth.” he chuckled. “i woke you up because one of your favourite episodes of friends is coming up.”
“uh, what?” she was still a bit confused from her sleeping state. when did she fall asleep?
“yeah, season 6, episode 15? “the one that could have been”, i think that’s what it’s called, it’s one of your favourites. i would’ve let you sleep but i know you like it.”
oh.
oh.
“thank you, H. it’s one of my favourites, indeed.”
“no problem, angel. so, did you have a nice dream?”
boy, did she.
“yeah, it was good, i think, i can’t remember it right now.”
“mmh, i’ll try to believe that.” he looked at her as if he knew what she was just dreaming about. oh my god, she didn’t say anything out loud, did she? the embarrassment.
“so, where’s this james guy taking you?”
oh fuck.
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so here it is!! i hope you all enjoyed it <3 love yaaaaaa
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Valerie, Paulina, and Danny are stuck in a time loop as the end of the world looms. It goes about as well as you'd expect. (ao3)
(p.s. if you read an earlier version of this already, this is a longer and more complete first chapter, tho the first section is almost entirely the same)
also tagging @not-your-average-url since they specifically requested it
Loop 0
"Oh my god, Valerie, do you have to be so dramatic?" Paulina snapped her compact mirror closed, meeting Valerie's glare with her own, just as fierce. "Now we're both in trouble."
"Don't say shit about my dad, then," Valerie said, fingers clenching at her side, "and we won't have a problem."
"I didn't say anything that wasn't true."
"My dad baked you brownies every year for your birthday, and you called him a fat loser to my face. You should've expected to get punched."
Stuck between them outside Principal Ishiyama's office, Danny sighed. Sam and Tucker were right: he'd developed too much of a "hero" thing. Jumping in the middle of Valerie and Paulina's fight to break it up only got him sent to the office as well. He should've left well enough alone, but it was too late now.
"You and your dad's fall from grace isn't my fault. All I did was acknowledge it."
Danny groaned. It was the end of the school day. The last bell was about to ring. And here he was, trapped between two angry former crushes.
"Paulina, could you stop being an asshole for, like, five minutes?" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose where his headache pounded. He just wanted to go home and pass out. Between Skulker and his homework, he'd only gotten about an hour's worth of sleep last night.
Paulina scoffed. "Whatever, Fenton."
Valerie turned her glare on him. "I don't need you to fight my battles, Danny."
"I really just wish you wouldn't fight at al—"
A wisp of blue air escaped his mouth just as the world exploded in light and noise and pain.
Loop 1
Danny burst awake to his blaring alarm.
The world came into focus bit by bit, as the jackrabbit pace of his heart slowed to a normal pace. Danny could make out the glow-in-the-dark stars over his bed, faintly shining in the morning light.
“Danny, if you’re not ready in 15 minutes, you can take the bus to school! I’m not waiting!” Jazz yelled on the other side of his door.
“Uh, okay!” he yelled back, trying to keep his voice from quivering. Was it… a dream? It all felt so real, so normal, even, right until the end…
The smell of burning bread wafted into his room. Mom burned her toast again. She burned it in his dream, too, but she burned it most days. That didn’t mean anything. Had Jazz yelled at him in the dream? He wasn’t sure. He’d been pretty sleep deprived so a lot of the day was pretty fuzzy.
He had the strangest sense of deja vu the whole day. When he got to school, Dash knocked into him in the hallway and sent him crashing into the locker. This happened most days. Less common was Sam shouting “Douche Baxter!” after him. She’d said that in the dream, too.
“New nickname?” he said.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess. I mean, it fits him well enough, right?”
“Y-Yeah. Yeah.”
Sam frowned. “Are you okay? He didn’t actually hurt you, did he?”
Danny waved her off. “Nah, Skulker gave me worse last night. Just some… weird deja vu.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Okay, well. If you change your mind…”
“You and Tuck will be the first to know, I promise.”
“Good.”
The rest of the day wasn’t any better. Dash stumbled over the same presentation on the industrial revolution he vaguely remembered sleeping through in his dream. The cafeteria served the same almost-crunchy tuna noodle casserole. Mikey slipped in the same puddle after one of the football players removed the CAUTION: WET FLOOR sign.
“I think I’m going crazy,” he said as Nathan helped to pick Mikey up off the floor.
“And this is news?” Tucker said. Sam elbowed him. “Ow.”
“What he means is: what makes you say that?”
“I just—I had this dream last night, and I think it’s… coming true?”
“Like a prophetic vision?”
“Something like that. Like, in my dream, Mikey slipped in the puddle just like that.”
“So?” Tucker said through a mouthful of his turkey sandwich. “Mikey falls all the time.”
“It’s not just that. It’s—I swear I heard you call Dash ‘Douche Baxter’ in the dream too. And I heard his presentation, too.”
Sam sat back in her seat, humming thoughtfully. “What else happened in the dream? If we are living your dream, then what happens next?”
“Ugh, I don’t know. I only remember bits and pieces. The next thing I remember for sure happening is Valerie and Paulina getting into a fight in seventh period.”
Tucker laughed. “Oh, I’m putting money on Valerie to win that fight. A hundred percent.”
“Okay, well how about this: if the fight happens, then you’ve got some weird prophetic vision going on. If it doesn’t, then it’s just a weird dream.”
“Works for me,” Tucker said around another mouthful.
“I guess,” Danny said. The ending of his dream played on a loop in his head. He was pretty sure they’d died there at the end.
He really hoped Valerie and Paulina didn’t fight in seventh period English.
The clock ticked interminably slow the rest of the day. Every sound made him jump. He turned his head at every movement. Every word spoken was checked against the catalog in his head of his half-remembered dream. He second-guessed everything that happened around him. Had Kwan sat down quite so heavily in his dream? Did Star ask that question? Yes, she definitely had. He remembered it. Right?
As the bell rang for seventh period, every muscle in his body ached with the strain of being held in tension for so long. In his dream, Valerie and Paulina had got up to fight almost immediately after the bell rang. Lancer hadn’t even gotten class started yet.
He eased himself into his seat, staring between Valerie and Paulina, both of whom seemed… set on ignoring each other. His eyes darted back and forth, but neither of them even looked at the other. Lancer moved to the front of the classroom and wrote The Scarlet Letter on the board and the two girls were both still staring at their desks.
Danny let out a sigh of relief. It was just a dream after all.
Lancer’s class passed in a blur. He pillowed his arms on his desk and let the teacher’s low drone lull him.
As he had almost passed out, he gasped as the cool mist of his ghost sense escaped him. He looked out the window to see something bright and green and burning race toward the classroom. He stood. Paulina screamed.
The world exploded again.
Loop 2
Danny burst awake to his blaring alarm.
—
Loop 0
Sometimes, Valerie couldn’t believe she was ever friends with Paulina Sanchez.
She wasn’t always this girl, was she? She wasn’t always someone who dragged everyone down to make sure that she was always on the top, right? At some point, the two of them were just normal, everyday friends.
Weren’t they?
Over Danny’s head, Valerie glared at Paulina, who was fixing her makeup. Whatever the past, the present reality was that Valerie was no longer Paulina’s friend, which apparently meant that she was now Paulina’s target.
She could handle it, though. She would never be favored by school administrators in a fight regardless of the context, so she had gotten excellent at not reacting.
Until Paulina brought her dad into it.
Valerie clenched her fist at the thought. Damon Gray had always been kind to Paulina. She’d even told Valerie once that he was more of a father to her than her own dad. He didn’t deserve the words that came out of Paulina’s mouth.
"Oh my god, Valerie, do you have to be so dramatic? Now we're both in trouble."
“Don’t say shit about my dad, then, and we won’t have a problem.”
Danny cringed between them. Poor guy, getting stuck in this mess. He really should’ve just let her go to town on Paulina rather than getting in the way.
“I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”
“My dad baked you brownies every year for your birthday, and you called him a fat loser to my face. You should've expected to get punched.”
"You and your dad's fall from grace isn't my fault. All I did was acknowledge it."
"Paulina, could you stop being an asshole for, like, five minutes?" Danny finally spoke up, a heavy layer of exhaustion in his voice. Valerie had no idea why he insisted on staying up so late every night, but it clearly took its toll on him. She was pretty sure she’d seen him dozing in each of the three classes they shared.
Still, she didn’t need his help with Paulina. It was her own problem.
"I don't need you to fight my battles, Danny."
"I really just wish you wouldn't fight at al—"
Danny gasped mid-sentence, and the world erupted.
Loop 1
Valerie jolted awake.
Cold sweat stuck the old Humpty Dumpty t-shirt she slept in to her back. Each breath came out as a stuttering gasp. She pounded her chest with her fist, desperate to get some control over her breathing.
A knock on her door. Her father’s exhausted voice. “Val, I’m heading to bed. Have a good day at school, sweetheart. I’ll see you for dinner? My shift starts at 8, can you be home in time?”
Valerie took a deep breath. Then another.
“Val?”
“Yeah!” she said, keeping her voice more-or-less stable. “Yeah I can—I can make it.”
“Good. Good morning!” he said with a chuckle. It was her dad’s new favorite joke: now that he worked the night shift and went to bed in the morning, he said “good morning” the same way most people said “good night”.
She heard the soft click of his door closing and let out another halting breath. It was 7:15 AM. School started in an hour. Last she remembered, school had blown up.
She got ready in a haze, showering, getting dressed, eating. She packed up her homework that she’d done two nights ago (last night? Was that whole day a dream? A vision?) and changed into her Red Huntress armor. Elmerton was a ways out of Amity Park proper and it had its own high school. Dad, though, had taken one look inside it and its broken lockers and moldy ceilings and marched right back out.
So she still went to Casper High, despite the commute. Besides, her dad had said, he didn’t want her to leave all her friends.
(She hadn’t yet figured out how to tell him that only Star would still talk to her, that Paulina and Kwan and Dash had dropped her like a sack of potatoes at the first sign of trouble. Kwan had come up to her and apologized two months ago, but she wasn’t ready to forgive so easily. She held grudges like it was going out of style. Ask Phantom.)
So she covered up her Huntress activities with stories of going to Paulina’s house. She got to hunt ghosts and protect the town, and her dad got to think that she was living a normal teenage life. It worked out for both of them.
Flying to school cut down on her commute a lot, too. Instead of 45 minutes, she could get over there in just 20 minutes, 15 if she booked it. And today was a “book it” kind of day, if only to get through the weirdness as fast as possible.
Unfortunately, the weirdness kept coming. At her locker, she heard Sam Manson’s shout of “Douche Baxter” just before Dash jogged past, laughing at what looked to be Danny Fenton, picking himself up off the floor. Typical Dash, except it happened the same way in her dream.
Nathan came up to her in third period. He did that a lot, too, but he didn’t usually do it with yellow roses—except he did today and in her dream. Mikey slipped and fell in the cafeteria, again; Tyson, one of the football player who used to jokingly flirt with her, moved the CAUTION: WET FLOOR sign just in time to Mikey to walk by. Coach Tetslaff gave Tucker Foley detention for being on his phone. Again.
None of this was odd behavior, except it had happened the exact same way in her dream.
“C’mon Val, keep it together,” she whispered to herself. “This doesn’t mean anything. It could just be a crazy coincidence.”
The only thing in her dream that wasn’t common was the fight with Paulina. Paulina was often mean, but she had never come for her dad like that before. Valerie had always thought they had an understanding that Damon Gray, at the very least, was off-limits. If Paulina said the same things to her in seventh period English, then she’d know for sure something was up.
(She ignored the voice in her head that said that would be too late.)
So when English came around and Paulina couldn’t even look at her, she breathed a sigh of relief. As Lancer launched into his lecture, she glanced around the room. There was Paulina, staring at her desk, scribbling notes. Kwan, behind her, drumming his fingers on the desktop, humming something under his breath. Danny, behind him, head pillowed on his arms, not even pretending to pay attention. She smiled a little; maybe they hadn’t worked out, but he was still pretty cute when he was sleeping.
It happened like this: Danny gasped. She turned to the window to see something radiating green and fast approaching. Paulina screamed.
The world exploded again.
Loop 2
Valerie jolted awake.
—
Loop 0
"Oh my god, Valerie, do you have to be so dramatic? Now we're both in trouble."
Paulina dabbed the finishing touches of her foundation before snapping her compact mirror closed. Her cheekbone still throbbed where Valerie had gotten in one good punch before Fenton got in between them. It would probably bruise later, but Paulina was determined that no one but her would ever see it.
“Don’t say shit about my dad, then, and we won’t have a problem.”
Well, if Valerie would’ve ever reacted to the other things she said, then she wouldn’t have had to go after Mr. Gray. And besides—
“I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”
Valerie clenched her fist like she was going to hit her again. Paulina half-hoped she would, so that maybe she could come off as just the victim in this. She really didn’t want to deal with her papi if he found out about this little adventure to Principal Ishiyama’s office.
“My dad baked you brownies every year for your birthday, and you called him a fat loser to my face. You should've expected to get punched.”
"You and your dad's fall from grace isn't my fault. All I did was acknowledge it."
"Paulina, could you stop being an asshole for, like, five minutes?" There was Fenton, butting in again. For such a loser, he seemed to have a real problem minding his own business.
"I don't need you to fight my battles, Danny."
"I really just wish you wouldn't fight at al—"
Fenton gasped. She was conscious of something ripping her apart, then she was conscious of nothing at all.
Loop 1
Paulina screamed into awareness.
The numbers on her alarm clock read 7:15—15 minutes before she usually got up. One of her proudest achievements was when she perfected her 10 minute makeup routine, meaning she could get ready for the day with only 45 minutes before the first bell.
This was the first thought on her mind as she calmed her racing heart. Not whatever strange nightmare had woken her up, but that fact that it had robbed her now of her most precious, fought-for, extra 15 minutes of sleep.
She groaned aloud, flopping back in bed and squeezing her eyes shut, like she could go back to sleep through sheer force of will. After a minute, it became obvious that she was still too shaken to doze off again. She flipped off her alarm and, pushing herself to her feet, began her morning routine.
She showered. She ate breakfast—Honey Nut Cheerios, except they were almost out. She’d have to remind Alma to pick up more on her next trip to the store. She did her makeup, adding a little flare in her eyeliner and eyeshadow, since she had the extra time. She put on the outfit she’d laid out last night, careful not to smudge anything, got in her custom-made pink convertible, and left for school.
Later, Paulina would never quite admit how long it took her to notice anything was wrong. In her defense, her days had long since melted into a blur. She barely knew where one ended and the other began in a normal situation.
It wasn’t until Mikey slipped in the cafeteria that she caught on.
Mikey fell, often. But Tyson wasn’t usually the one who messed with him; this was something new. After he stole the sign and Mikey ate it, Paulina watched Tyson look directly at Dash, an odd little blush on his face as the other boy laughed.
Oh, Paulina thought, I’ve seen this before.
In her dream, she’d thought it weird that Tyson was trying so hard to get Dash’s attention when he could clearly do better. She noticed it because it wasn’t normal behavior. This wasn’t an everyday thing. For something like this to happen both in her dream and in her life was just… too weird.
She ran the events of her dream back through her head. Most of the day was the kind of unremarkable that she couldn’t remember for the life of her, except for right now and—
And the end. The fight with Valerie, Fenton intervening.
Her dying.
Well, if it was some fucked-up prophecy, she just had to keep it from coming true, right? She instigated the fight with Valerie there in English. She was big enough to admit that that part was on her. So then all she had to do was keep her big mouth shut and her dream wouldn’t happen.
Easy-peasy.
She couldn’t quite keep her hands from shaking through the latter half of the day. Every second was too long and not long enough. When she finally walked through the door of Lancer’s classroom, she nearly fell into her seat.
“Are you okay?” Kwan whispered from behind her. She coughed out something like a laugh.
The bell saved her from having to give an actual answer as Lancer ushered them all into their seats to begin his lecture. Paulina stared at her desk the whole time, avoiding Valerie’s desk at all costs. She scribbled on a piece of paper just to have something to do with her hands.
And… nothing. Valerie said nothing to her. A quick peek behind her revealed Fenton sleeping at his desk (as always). The tap-tap-tap of Kwan’s fingers on the desk between them kept pace with her beating heart.
She dared for a moment to think it was safe.
Then Fenton gasped. A green light overtook the classroom. She screamed as the world exploded again.
Loop 2
Paulina screamed into awareness.
#danny phantom#dp fanfic#my fic#danny fenton#valerie gray#paulina sanchez#time loop fic#yeah ok so i wrote a whole chapter#dont come for me#i'm still working on switch but this is living in my brain and i needed to get it out
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You Saved Me (Part 15)
DESCRIPTION: (season 11) After a long day at work you get back home and receive a phone call from an emotionally (or as emotional as he gets) Dean Winchester
A/N - I hope you guys don’t mind the fact that I write fluff content to try and help show the build up of their relationship. I feel like it helps you see their dynamic grow if it has some angst and fluff rather then just pure smut. I say this, I do have an idea for a smutty scene so stay tuned for that
WORD COUNT: 2350
From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List
WARNINGS: swearing, light implications of insomnia/anxiety, flirting,
DISCLAIMERS
- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand
- Not been proof read
“Thank you Hope... for saving our son” the woman says as she holds your hands. You smile at her.
“Its my pleasure to help” you look at her as she kisses your hands. She heads over to her son. You pick up the box that now contains the demon inside of it. Going to your car and driving to your secure lock up. Filled with various items used for securing demons and ghosts. Or cult items used for worship. Anything that youve dealt wih that holds significant power you have kept safe here. You place the new addition onto one of the shelves. Blessing the room before you leave.
You unlock your front door. Loking it again behind you as you place the keys onto the hook. Hearing a soft humming coming from the living room. You walk in. The two girls curled up under a blanket on the sofa. Billy on the floor with his back resting agaisnt the same sofa. The three of them watching a film “Sorry Im so late back. Had a problem at work that meant I had to stay overtime”
“Its ok mum. We ordered a chinese. Left some of it for you in the fridge” Anna says, titling her head to look at you. You smile. Going over and kissing the top of her head
“You guys all done you’re homework?” they nod “oh you guys are so good. I’ll be in in a second” you smile at them as you go into the kitchen. Grabbing out the leftivers and heatung it up. Then joinging them in the living room as they watch their film. Once it finishes they slowly make their way to bed. Lydia having a quick shower, Billy making them all a hot drink as Anna packs her school bag ready for the morning. You unload the dishwasher as you takj to him “Ive already said this to the girls but I have a work thing tomorrow afternoon so I wont be able to pick you guys up from school. You’ll have to get the bus back”
“God I hate the bus”
“I know. Im sorry. But I can drive you in so you all get a lie in” you smile at him as he chuckles.
“When they come in here tell them their drinks are ready. Im going to bed” he smiles “night”
“Goodnight” you say as he walks out. A few minutes later and botht e girl walk in. They take their drinks and also say goodnight. Heading off to their rooms. You do your usual check of the house. Making sure all the doors are locked and secure before reteiring to your bed. Getting in you snuggle under the soft duvet. Jumping slightly as you hear your ohone buzz, Turning on the bedside lamp you pick it up. Why was he ringing ths late at night? you answer it.
“Hey Rose” he says.
“Dean. Is everything ok?”
“Yeah. I just thought that I should be better at keeping in touch with you. As we always say we will and never do. Thought Id start the process of it”
“But this late at night?”
“Its not- shit sorry. Didnt realise how late it had gotten. I’ll leave you to sleep” you shake your head as you rest your head down on pillow.
“No its ok. Its nice to hear from you. Like you said, we need to keep in contact more often then we do as we always say we will” a soft chuckle coming down the phone. “Did you have a hunt today then?”
“Yeah. Had a bit of a weird case today and I needed to talk to someone to help clear my head”
“What was the case?”
“A banshee. It really managed to screw with my head today. Quite badly screwed with it infact. But thats enough about my life. How are you and the girls? And Billy now I guess?”
“Theyre all good. We had a bit of a ghost problem in our old house so we had to move but that was a few months ago now”
“A ghost problem? ANd you didnt call me?” you laugh slightly
“Im a grown up. I can deal with my own ghosts” a soft chuckle coming down the phone
“How did the others react to you javeing a haunted house?”
“Well... they dont know. Well the girls dont anyway. Billy saw the spirit. He doesnt liek talking about it as he thinks hes going insane but he saw her. I didnt tell the girls. I just said that we had to move. Thankfully they know how I am with staying in one place to long so didnt question it”
“They dont know about the ghost then?”
“They dont know about ghosts period. And I plan on keeping it that way. The less they know about monsters the better”
“I agree with you on that” you rub yoru eyes slightly. Standing up you wrap your dressing gown around you as you head to the kitchen. You dont register that he was talking to you as you walked until you hear him say your name “Kat?”
“Sorry what did you say?” he laughs, you can almsot hear him shaking his head
“I asked how long youve been in your new place”
“Oh gosh. About 9 months Id say” you grab a cereal bar from the cupbaord “how long have youlived in your place?”
“We moved in about three years ago”
“Its just you and Sam there right?”
“Yeah. I mean Cas lives with us too but not constantly”
“Ive not heard you talk about Cas before”
"Hes just a friend of ours. Hes an angel”
“An angel? As in...”
“Yeah. Feathers, harps, robes, all that shit”
“I jave images of you and your brother being serrenaded each morning as you wake by a random man wearing a robe and playing a harp” he laughs
“Sadly not quite that ammusing” you chuckle soflt
“Thats a shame. Id pay money to see that”
“I would too” you smile as you finish off your food. Standing up you turn off the kitchen light. Going back into your room you hang your dressing gown on the back of the door before you climb into bed. Sitting cross legged with the duvet over your lower half. “What does he look like then? This angel friend of yours”
“Why? You hoping hes cute so you can get laid?”
“Shut up” a chuckle going down the phone “no I was just curious as to if he looked like how the bible depicts them to look like”
“No. Similar to demons they posess people so they look like whoever they are possessing. But angels have to ask for permission”
“Oh at least they are keen on peoes consent to be a meat puppet” another soft chuckle down the phone. You smile down the phone
“Thining of friends, how is... whats her name...” a pause as he thinks. “Tash. Thats her name. How is she?” you let out a small scoff as you roll your eyes
“Im not sure. Havent heard from her directly in about 3 weeks. She moved to Spain”
“Oh...”
“Please do sound more disapointed” you say sarcasticly “really helps buid up my attraction towards you”
“No I- I didnt mean it like that” you chuckle as he tries to backtrack
“Just keep digging dude. Keep digging”
“I just wanted to know how she was doing. Thats all”
“Oh of course. Defiantly not because you wanted to ask me for her number a you forgot to get it when you last saw her”
“SHut up” you smile as you grab your water from your side, sipping it slightly “do you have her number though?”
“I do. But I feel liker he new boyfriend might be a bit pissed at me if I gave it to you” you laugh as he lets out an annoyed sigh
“Just a quick thing. Next time lead with that information”
“Aww but it was funny hearing you sound all hopeful” you mock him down the phone
“Bitch” he playfully mutters down the phone
“Im offended. Truly” you let out a soft laugh as he pauses on the other side
“WHat did you mean by your attraction towards me?” you can hear the smirk in his voice
“Wh-what do you mean?” you curxe at yourself silently for sutterong
“You said that it helos build up your attraction towards me. Just wanted to know what you eamtn by that exactly?” the teasing in his voice evident.
“I said it sarcasticly so...” you shrug “wouldnt think to much into it” you smile as he lets put a soft ‘uh huh’ down the phone.
“You sure that it doesnt mean that you have secretly have the hots for me?”
“You wish” he chuckles slightly. His voice goi g lower as he speaks
“I dont make you squirm just by the sound of my voice? That you dont think of me on those lonely nights when its just you and your thoughts?” you move slightly. Trying to think of a good comeback as his words go straight to your core.
“Idiot” you mutter. He chuckles
“Thats the best you got?”
“SHut up. Its late and I wasnt expecting this conversation”
“SO what you have to have a comeback prethpught of?”
“How would me hanging up on you be for a comeback?”
“Ok ok. Im sorry” you roll your eyes “I get it though. I am devilishly handsome”
“I would so kick your ass right now if you were here”
“Oh Id like to see you try sweetheart” once again you can hear the cocky grin on his face. You glare at the wall as you hear him let out a soft chuckle.
“how is Sam?”
“Hes good. He met someone tday that I think hes pretty keen on. Of course he would never admit that” you chuckle soflty
“Of course not” you smile down the phone “How about you? You got any fancy ladies?” he chuckles soflty. Pausing for a little bit before he answers
“Im very much single” he says, you can hear a soft smile on his voice “how about you? You got any special man? Or woman for that matter?”
“No. To both of those. I did go on a date a couple of weeks ago withh a guy”
“Oh yeah? How did that go?”
“It went well. Very well actually. Until I realised he didn actually like kids. Very much disliked children. SO I just kind of... left him... didnt really think we would becompatable considering I have three”
“Three? When did you pop anotherone out?”
“Im incorporationg Billy into the mix. Gotta include the adoptive son” he chuckles slightly
“Yes. Having met him I can picture him being quite upset if you didnt consider him one of yours”
“Oh very much so. He insisited we had new family pictures done proffesionally so he was part of them. Its cute to be honest. I think hes just happy that he has a family again. Only downside is that Im more outnumbered when it comes to thwm asking for a pet”
“Oh really?”
“Yep. Im not keen on getting a pet anything. Lyida really wants a pet cat and Anna was never bothered. So it was essentially even. But now Billy wants a cat to. SHes done some sort of jedi mind trick on him to want to get one I think” he chuckles
“You could get a cat”
“No. Dont you side with them either”
“You could though. Really help add to your stress levels I feel. Needing to look after another living thing” you roll your eyss at his sarcasm
“Theyd look after it well enough. They always forget to drink and eat themselves but are great at reminding each other to do it” he chuckles softly down the phone
“Yeah that sounds about right. Exactly like their mother”
“SHut up” you glare down the phone, hearing him let out another chuckle. You smile. There was something about bis laugh that coule easliy light up a room. You mentally shake yourself before mvoing under your duvet. STretching your legs out under the soft sheets, hearing Dean let out a muffled yawn on th enother end of the line. You chuckle slighty “Am I keeping you up?”
“No. Defiantl not. I did ring you so its me whos keeping you up, surely”
“ou arent wrong. But it is-” you look at the clock on the bedside table “12:06am. So I understand if you’re tired” he laughs slightly.
“Ive stayed up way later then this”
“We cant pull an all nighter”
“And why not?” although the tone in his voice was slightly mocking, the way it sounded made you realise he was asking it as a genune question as well.
“No we cant. I have work tomorrow. Plus I have to get the girls and Billy to school” a soft ‘oh’ leaves his lips. The sadness in his voice making your heart break. You shut your eyes. Trying to think of a solution that meets you both. “I would say that you’re welcome to come round. But its very late and I imagine you wont want to travel far just for the sake of a sleepover”
“Id like to. A lot actually. But I shouldnt. Too much going on for me to leave in the middle of the night. I really wish I could though. More then you think” you smile softly as you nod
“I understand. You have a hectic life. Saving the world and everything. Cant be easy”
“No its certainly a pain in my ass” you chuckle softly
“Its been lovely hearing from you though Dean. But I really should go to sleep now. Sorry”
“Its ok. I should get some shut eye too” you smile down the phone softly “I’ll see you around Kat” you nod at his statement
“I hope so. Goodnight”
“Night”. Click off. You place your phone down on the side cabinet. Rubbing your hand over your face before settling down underneath the covers.
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college! au sunghoon
requested; nah
warnings; nope
note; this is pretty long but i might make like a part 2 idk since i didnt say everything i wanted to say but like. enjoy !!
this is my first time doing a bullet thing
and a college imagine
i’m not in college so uhm. sorry if something is like. weird ig idk let’s get on with it
major: acting
minor: art theory
sports: figure skating (how original)
clubs: joined the writers club with jay but they both quit like a month in-
he’s one of those cliché “very cute but very quiet and intimidating campus kids”
like he’s just sitting down in the library waiting for jake and there’s a group of girls squealing behind him bc he’s “so amazing and mature”
(but like he’s not even there to study he’s there bc jake wanted to talk to him-)
he’s one of those minimal effort kinds of people so he always does just what is required and never more
yet somehow always gets like very decent grades and is apparently like the perfect example
he wasn’t going to pick a minor he was just going to stick with the acting major but then he had a reality check and was like ‘what if this acting thing doesn’t work out’
but the quite part can’t really happen since girls wanna swoon over him every 5 seconds
anyway you also recently got a job at the cute cafe
anyway you also recently got a job at the cute cafe
since you’re new it’s sunghoons job to teach you about everything since well he’s working that day
and everything goes very smoothly no bumps and it wasn’t even that awkward
you find out that you and sunghoon are practically gonna have the same shifts like. all the time now
which is ok bc you guys are pretty comfortable around each other
skip like. a month or so everything is literally going how you guys want it
which if you couldn’t tell was just smoothly and (mostly) quite
(tbh you kind of got annoyed with all the girls coming in JUST to flirt with sunghoon but his blunt ‘go home’s to them are always funny)
but one day it just. wasn’t your day
you got up late for your first class so when you walked in looking like you were in the walking dead everyone was staring at you
then you had literally all of your worst and least favorite classes after that
and you even forgot your homework for a class where the teacher was totally not understanding
and to top it all off you forgot you even had work today so when your roommate said why aren’t you getting ready for work you almost broke down right then and there
so you get ready bc you can’t cancel on such short notice and you grab your bag and go to work
the main reason you didn’t wanna go to work today was because you had a big essay to finish up and you wanted to stay and do that but you also need that dough
you walk into work looking oh so beautiful (aka you look like you got hit by a train)
and sunghoon notices you don’t really seem the best right now but he also doesn’t ask bc he what if it was something personal (also he thought you looked kind of scary like that butajkdja)
luckily it was really slow that day (besides for those damn girls flirting with sunghoon) so you sat in the back and started your essay
but you were so tired that you fell asleep in the middle of it
and sunghoon notices (obviously bc you’re not making the one order they got since like the past hour)
but he doesn’t have the heart to wake you up
you looked so tired and this seemed like all you needed
so he made the coffee
and took the orders
and did everything that needed to be done so you can sleep (awww)
you finally wake up and it’s like 15 minutes till closing
and you’re like ‘screw my essay did sunghoon do all of this shit without me’
you honestly can’t tell if you’re grateful that he let you sleep or mad that he didn’t wake you up to help (you decided it was the second one-)
so you go to the front to see sunghoon just cleaning up the coffee machines
and you just straight up go “why didn’t you wake me up”
which scared the shit out of him for multiple reasons
one you’re a little scary in general and your stern voice wasn’t helping
and two when tf did you wake up are you a ghost or smthg
but he just kinda gets all flustered and stutters out “well uh- you see- you looked uh really tired and uh- i just kind of yk cough wanted to let you rest i’m- im sorry” and like the tips of his ears are red and he’s just scratching the back of his neck and aW :((
after that you can’t really be mad at him bc aww he cares abt you
so you feel bad and say sorry for yelling and thank you
so now it’s closing time woo hoo you get to go home
you walk outside annddd it’s raining
and you don’t have an umbrella
and you have to walk back to the dorms
fun
but guess who does have an umbrella
sunghoon 🤗
and he sees you on the verge of tears (again-)
so he just gives you his umbrella and puts his jacket over your shoulders :(((
and one PHEW are you blushing
but also you’re like wait ‘i can’t take this you’ll get sick :(‘
but he just moves forward and wraps the jacket tighter around you and tells you not to worry about it
and right before he (sprints) walks back to his dorm he gives you a little kiss on your forehead :((((
so now you’re walking home in a little daze bc wow. campus heartthrob likes you
‘….wait cAMPUS HEARTTHROB LIKES ME ?!?!’
so now you’re wondering when tf that happened
but you also liked him back so it was ok
and you also had to return his umbrella
so ig that means gotta go on a date with him
(bc you obviously can’t give it to him at work and miss this opportunity 😒)
#i hate the fact that whenever i do the keep reading something always repeats itself#enhypen#enhypen drabbles#enhypen fluff#enhypen imagines#enhypen x reader#kpop imagines#sunghoon#sunghoon imagines#park sunghoon#park sunghoon x reader#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon fic#sunghoon fluff#enhypen fic#kpop
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Anything But The Hair - Eddie Munson X Female Reader - November 3rd
Title: Anything But The Hair
Eddie Munson X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Dustin, and Reader's parents (Mentioned)
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WC: 3,390
Warnings: Slight suggestiveness, the reader has a mother and father, fake threats, slight misunderstanding, sad Eddie, slight angst, confessions, but fluff in the end
Across the cafeteria, Eddie sighed dramatically watching as you laughed with your friends at your table. He knew that if he went up to talk to you now, it would be awkward for everyone involved. He wasn't sure what to do anymore. He had a huge crush on you for years, never had the guts to really speak to you. Yes, there were classes you shared, but he doubted you noticed him.
"Dude, stop staring at her. It's weird." Dustin muttered, face full of cheese sandwich.
Eddie turned and glared at the young freshman, nudging him in the arm, "Eat your sandwich, Henderson." He muttered, rolling his eyes as he leaned his chin back on his hand.
Dustin groaned lightly, setting his lunch down and turning to the older senior. "You can't just stare at her all day every day. If you want to ask her out, do it." He said firmly. “Before someone else does.” He added, muttering.
"She wouldn't say yes," Eddie mumbled under his breath, looking away from you.
"How do you know?" Dustin asked, gesturing to you, "You've never spoken to her. You don't even know her. Maybe she’s also into the stuff you’re into.”
Eddie rolled his eyes again. He could tell that Dustin was only trying to help him out. But, right now, it wasn't helping.
"She's probably into those brainless jocks, anyways," Eddie muttered, glancing back over to you, unable to look away. “My luck isn’t that good.”
You continued to laugh with your friends, smiling widely with them. You were always able to put him in a love-sick trance, making him watch you like some lovesick puppy. Would you ever smile like that at him? Would you laugh at his terrible jokes? Would you look at him the way he looked at you? The thought made his stomach turn. He tried not to think about it. He had no idea how to get to know you, and he didn't want to scare you off. Those rumors about him weren’t helping no doubt.
Dustin rolled his eyes again, slightly annoyed by his older friend's behavior. It was one thing to have a crush on the girl, but to stare at her for almost the entire lunch period? Out of the question. If Eddie wasn't going to do it himself, Dustin was going to go ahead and do it for him. Someone had to be the wingman.
Dustin made up his mind and quickly got up and walked across the cafeteria, stopping directly beside where you sat, causing you to jump slightly in surprise. Eddie watched in complete horror as Dustin spoke to you. You looked up at the young boy and smiled, nodding as Dustin pointed a finger over at Eddie. He couldn’t understand what Dustin was saying to you, or what you were saying back, but from your smile and Dustin’s smirk, Eddie couldn’t help but feel anxious.
Eddie shrunk away and curled into himself slightly. He wanted the earth to swallow him up whole. Glancing over, his eyes widened as you got off the bench, walking over with Dustin. Eddie couldn't help but stare as you came over, waving slightly toward him with that smile of yours.
Eddie gulped as he straightened himself up once you got to the table, he felt his palms get all sweaty.
"Hi, Eddie, right?" You asked, voice like an angel's.
Eddie nodded his head, jumping out of his seat to stand before you, a nervous laugh escaping him.
"Yeah. Eddie. That's me." He stuttered, clearing his throat.
You nodded, clasping your hands before you, "Well, I would love to help you with your biology homework this weekend." You spoke and Eddie tilted his head confused.
"Biology homework?" He asked, glancing at Dustin quickly.
"Yes, that's what you need help with, right? Dustin said you needed a tutor." You said, giving him a warm smile.
Eddie froze momentarily, he was going to kill Henderson. But, he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by him. "Uh, yes, I do need help." He spoke, nervously.
You gave him a reassuring nod, "Alright, then, I'll give you my number so we can set up a day this weekend. We can work at my house." You spoke, as Dustin expertly handed you a pen.
Eddie watched as you grabbed ahold of his arm, pushing his jacket sleeve up to reveal his warm skin. His face definitely red, Eddie's breath was caught in his throat as you uncapped the pen with your teeth, writing down your phone number on his wrist. His heart was beating a mile a minute. This was too good to be true.
Capping the pen, you handed it back to the young boy before smiling up at Eddie. "Call me and we'll set up a time." You spoke softly, a blush upon your own cheeks.
Eddie blinked rapidly, feeling like he might faint. "Uh, yeah... I'll call you."
You nodded and headed back to your table, Eddie watched you the entire time, noticing how nice you looked in those jeans-
"See? You just needed a small push. You got her number." Dustin said, pulling him from his thoughts.
Eddie looked up at the younger boy, "What did you just say?" Slightly dazed.
Dustin grinned, "You have her number. You're welcome by the way."
Eddie narrowed his eyes as he tossed his chip bag wrapper at the boy, "Yeah, thanks, Henderson." He mumbled, glaring half-heartedly at his friend.
Dustin shrugged, grabbing another handful of his own chips, "You'll thank me later." He replied, stuffing more into his mouth.
Eddie rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath; his heart still racing.
~~~
Picking up the phone from the receiver, Eddie brought it up to his ear, finger frozen over the buttons. His breathing was shallow as he tried to muster up the courage to call you. It was Friday, so it was either now or never. Glancing at the scribbled numbers on the small piece of paper, he tried to read his own handwriting as he slowly, hesitantly, put your number in.
Hearing the dial tone and soon ringing, it was almost immediately picked up, and your sweet voice filled his ear.
"Hello?" You asked, sounding surprised.
"Hey." Eddie breathed, his voice shaky. "It's Eddie. From school."
You giggled, "Oh, hi. How are you doing?" You asked, smiling.
"I'm good. How are you?" He asked, twirling the phone's wire around his finger as he leaned against the wall.
"I'm great! Thank you!" You giggled, making him swoon, "So, do you want to come over Saturday or Sunday? And what time are you free? I'm open all day." You asked.
Eddie gulped before speaking, "I can do it tomorrow, maybe in the afternoon?" He asked and you hummed on the other line.
"Alright, does four work? My parents both work until seven so that gives us enough quiet time before my dad watches his football." You chuckle, making Eddie smile at the sound of your laughter.
"Yeah, four's good." He answered.
"Great! See you then, Eddie." You said, hanging up the phone.
Eddie hung up the phone and let out a sigh.
~~~
Pulling up to your house, he parked his van in the driveway. After taking a moment to breathe and calm his racing heart, Eddie hopped out of the van, with his tattered backpack in his hand. Knocking on the door, he looked down at his shoes, digging the back of his heels into the small pebbles below him. He looked up when he heard someone behind the door.
You opened the door, wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a loose shirt. Eddie's breath hitched as you gazed at him, smiling softly. "Hey, Eddie. Come on in!" You called, waving him inside.
"Thanks," Eddie mumbled, walking past you.
"You're in luck, cause I am great at biology." You spoke, closing the door and locking it.
Eddie took a deep breath, "That's good." He spoke simply, standing awkwardly in the middle of the entrance hall.
Taking his free hand, you led him up the stairs, "Come on, we can work in my room." You spoke, opening up the door to your bedroom.
"Okay," Eddie mumbled, following you inside.
As you sat down on the edge of your bed, Eddie stood again awkwardly in the room, glancing around a bit. The walls were painted light green, and there was a large window near the ceiling letting in the sunlight. A small bookshelf lined the wall across from where he stood, and a desk with a chair was next to it. There was also a dresser and a nightstand near it. A large light purple comforter covered most of your bed; with matching pillows, which made it seem very cozy and inviting.
Eddie looked away, clearing his throat, "I like your room."
You just smiled at him, patting a spot on your bed beside you, "Thank you, now sit down. we have work to do."
~~~
An hour into the tutor session, Eddie wasn't even paying attention. He was listening yes, but only to your voice as you tried to explain evolution and population dynamics. Looking at you, you were pointing down at your notebook at your notes, but all he could see was you. Your hair was messy, falling out from underneath the clip you had it in. Your skin looked so soft, and you were so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off you. He could even see the little freckles that dotted your nose. Eddie's eyes trailed down your face, stopping on your lips. He felt his cheeks grow hot as he stared at you. He wanted nothing more than for you to kiss him. To feel your soft, warm kiss against his lips.
"Eddie?" You asked, snapping him out of his trance, "Were you even listening?"
"Uh... Yeah... Totally." He stammered, quickly looking down at your notes.
You chuckled and shook your head, "Then what did I say?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.
Eddie licked his lips, "Uh, you said something about population dynamics..."
You nodded, "Yeah… I said something about how populations grow exponentially."
Eddie smirked lightly, "See? I was paying attention."
You laughed softly, "Good job. Now, how about you answer four through ten then if you were really paying attention?"
Eddie nodded, "Okay."
~~~
For the next couple of weeks, Eddie either went to your house to study or you went to his. He was a bit embarrassed, having seen your amazing two-story home. He knew his place wasn't much compared to it. But, it was better than nothing. Eddie had been trying to get himself to ask you out for days at this point. He was nervous every time he thought of it, and what if you said no? He didn't think he could handle rejection-
"Eddie, you okay?" You asked, noticing Eddie's far-off gaze at his bedroom wall.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry, I was just thinking of this math question’s answer." He said, clearing his throat; looking down at the homework sheet on his lap.
You knew Eddie enough by now to know that he was not answering the math question, you knew there was something on his mind. And, Eddie knew you saw straight through him when you gave him that look.
"Eddie, you can tell me. We're friends." You said softly, putting a gentle hand on his arm.
Eddie looked over, meeting your gaze. "You can talk to me." You said kindly, "I won't judge." You added softly.
Eddie looked down again, before just blurting it out, "I was wondering... If I could take you out maybe? On a date?" He spoke, looking up at you as your smile dropped into a small frown.
"Eddie..." You sighed, but he cut you off.
"I just... I really like you, a lot. I don't want to screw this up." He spoke quietly, looking away from you once more.
Your heart ached as he looked away, "Eddie, I'm sorry." You spoke softly, and he turned back at you.
"What?" He questioned, his brows furrowed in confusion.
You opened your mouth, only to shut it again, before finally answering, "I don't date drug dealers." You spoke gently, worrying on your bottom lip.
Eddie's eyebrows rose as he sat up straighter, "How did you know?" He asked, and you shrugged.
"Word gets around, Eddie."
Eddie's shoulders dropped as he looked at the ground, face burning from his confession, but heartbroken.
"Look, Eddie. I like you too. But-" You began, but Eddie raised a hand.
"No, stop. Please." He begged, voice shaking with hurt. "I shouldn't have told you. I'm sorry. I think… I'm done for the evening." He spoke, and you nodded, packing your things away in your bag before standing from the bed.
Before you left, you looked back towards the defeated young man. He looked down, hair covering his face like a dark curtain. You sighed before leaving out the front door.
Eddie sniffled lightly, clenching his hands into tight fists. His heart broke into pieces in his chest. He wished you would've just said yes, he didn't want to lose the best thing in his life. Thinking long and hard, Eddie looked up. His eyes narrowed as his mind raced. What if he quit selling drugs? He could stop and then he could take you out. But, thinking back to past study dates, Eddie frowned. You didn't really like the same type of music. You liked bands that played acoustic guitars and soft melodies and Eddie was more into metal and rock. You were soft and beautiful inside and out and Eddie... He was weird and a freak. Of course, you didn't like him.
But Eddie liked you. He liked you so much. He looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. As if you were the only reason the sun shined so brightly in that dumb, boring town. You were the reason why his grades got better, and how he passed his biology test last month. He went to bed thinking about you and woke up thinking about you. He never thought he'd fall so hard, but he did. Eddie couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to be with you, all the time, and it was killing him slowly inside.
After some more deep thinking, Eddie decided to change.
~~~
For the next couple of days, at school, you noticed something off about Eddie. He stopped wearing his leather jacket, opting to wear a full-sleeved jean jacket. He stopped wearing his ripped jeans and wore a pair of dark blue jeans instead. He even ditched the rings he always wore. He was starting to remind you of Steve Harrington, minus the long curly brown hair. Eddie was going through a major transformation. And everyone was noticing it. And people were talking. They said he even stopped selling drugs.
You didn't really know how you felt about this change, but you had a sneaking suspicion that it was because of what you said.
~~~
Pulling up to Eddie's home, you let out a sigh. Eddie was worrying you. It was like a switch had flipped inside Eddie's head, and now he was some whole new different person. He even seemed distant from you at times. Even when you studied together at your house or his, it felt like he was somewhere else, lost in his thoughts. He had been acting distant for almost two weeks now, which worried you. He even talked to you differently.
Letting yourself into the trailer home, you called out to Eddie, getting no response. Checking your watch, you were on time. Kicking off your shoes you walked around the home. But, it seemed no one was home, until you heard shuffling in the bathroom. Finding the door slightly open, you peeked inside.
"Eddie?" You called out to him, who was standing in front of the small mirror, a pair of scissors in his hands.
In horror, you watched as Eddie brought the scissors up to his hair. In a panic, you grabbed the scissors from him, eyes wide in fear. "Eddie!" You cried out loudly. "What are you doing!?" You demanded, looking up at him.
Eddie didn't say a word, planting his hands on the edge of the sink, looking down. "It's nothing, Y/N." He spoke softly.
Setting the scissors down, you brought your hands up holding Eddie's face in your hands. "Don't you dare touch your hair!" You insisted, as his eyes met yours; deep brown hues staring into your Y/E/C ones.
"What's going on, Eddie? Why are you doing this?" You asked desperately, your thumbs gently grazing his cheekbones.
Eddie looked down, "I just... I wanted you to like me." He spoke slowly, looking away again.
You laughed as if his statement was ridiculous, and it was, "I do like you, Eddie."
Eddie shook his head in your hands, raising his own and gently taking a hold of your wrists, pulling your hands from his face, "Not in the way I want you to."
Your eyes widened. Of course, it was because of what you said. You made a mistake. Your shoulders drop, biting your lip before you speak, "Eddie... Is this because I said I wouldn't date you because you sold drugs?" You asked, and he nodded.
"That and... I didn't think you would ever like me back. I'm not good enough for you, Y/N." He said quietly, looking down at your hands still in his, "I needed to change."
You shook your head, "No, Eddie. No. You don't have to change yourself. You were perfect how you were. I love the way you dress, the way you talk, the way you love music, the way you act, all of that makes you, you." You said, smiling softly at him, "You're perfect, just as you are." You assured him softly.
"That's how I see you. Completely perfect." Eddie sighed, smiling softly, looking back into your eyes. "I love how you stick your tongue out when you're concentrating. I love how you play with your hair when you're daydreaming. I love how you laugh at my dumb jokes." He smiled, "I love you, Y/N."
Looking up with a smile, eyes wide and a bit wet with unleashed tears you brought Eddie's hands to your own face, pressing them into your cheeks as you closed your eyes. His hands warm against your burning cheeks. "Well, if we're playing the complementing game; I love how you stand up for yourself and others. I love how you rock out to your music and show no mercy to anyone who tries to stop you from doing what you love. I love the rings and leather jackets you wear. And I love how invested you are in your D&D games." You sighed breathily, "I love you too, Eddie." You admitted, your lips brushing against his knuckles as you closed your eyes.
Eddie's heart was racing, his brain buzzing. He couldn't believe that you said those sweet words to him. But, soon his excited and relieved smile fell away, becoming a nervous pout, "Will you go on a date with me? A real date?" He asked shyly, looking down at his feet, "Can I take you out?" He pleaded.
You looked up at him, your smile unbroken as you pulled his hands from your face, placing them on your waist. "As long as you go back to the old you, minus the drugs." You chuckled lightly, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Eddie nodded vigorously, before pulling you closer to his chest, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck and shoulder.
"I knew you liked my rings," Eddie teased, kissing your neck gently.
You giggled softly, "They're not the only thing I like." You whispered into his ear.
"Oh really?" Eddie smirked, pulling back and taking your hands in his; pressing multiple kisses on them as he gazed at you. "Because I know there's more than just those things I love about you too."
You blushed, before faking curiosity, "Really? Like what?"
Eddie smirked, "You'll find out, when we go out on our first date." He promised, before slipping his fingers under your chin, tilting your head upwards. "I'm still a gentleman at heart." He joked before pulling you into a kiss.
#eddie munson#eddie x reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie stranger things#stranger things four#stranger things season four#stranger things s4#fluff#angst#november 3rd
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Kaz: Time for plan G.
Inej: Don’t you mean plan B?
Kaz: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.
Jesper: What about plan D?
Kaz: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Matthias: What about plan E?
Kaz: I’m hoping not to use it. Kuwei dies in plan E.
Wylan: I like plan E.
******
Kaz: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?
Inej: >:O language
Wylan: Yeah watch your fucking language
Jesper: OKAY WHO TAUGHT WYLAN THE FUCK WORD?
Nina: 'The fuck word'.
Matthias: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time
Jesper: Oh my god he censored it
Nina: Say fuck, Matthias.
Jesper: Do it, Matthias. Say fuck.
******
Inej: We need to distract these guys
Kaz: Leave it to me
Kaz: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.
Jesper, Wylan, and Nina: *Immediately begin arguing*
Matthias, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.
******
'Can I copy the homework?'
Inej: I can help you with it!
Matthias: Yeah, sure.
Jesper: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.
Nina: lol nope.
Wylan: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!
Kaz: *Read 5:55pm*
******
Inej: Croissants: dropped
Wylan: Road: works ahead
Nina: BBQ sauce: on my titties
Jesper: Shavacado: fre
Kaz: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead
Matthias:
Matthias, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.
******
Jesper: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*
Nina: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents
Jesper: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you
Inej: Actually I did the math, Nina would have $225, not $0.15.
Nina: Fam I’m right here....
Wylan: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)
Jesper: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?
Wylan: Sorry I only have a dollar
Jesper: :(
Inej: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Nina would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent
Wylan: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice
Matthias: You can buy anything you want with $22,500
Nina: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice
Inej: Apply juice to what
Kaz: Directly to the forehead
Inej: Great chat everyone
******
Inej: Just be yourself.
Jesper: 'Be myself'? Inej, I have one day to win Wylan over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?
Nina: Couple weeks.
Matthias: Six months.
Kaz: Jury’s still out.
Jesper: See, Inej?
Jesper: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?
******
Kaz: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.
Inej: What if it bites me and it dies!?
Jesper: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Inej, learn to listen.
Wylan: What if it bites itself and I die?
Nina: That’s voodoo.
Matthias: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
Inej: That’s correlation, not causation.
Wylan: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?
Nina: That’s kinky.
Matthias: Oh my God.
******
Kaz: I CAN'T DO IT!
Inej, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!
Kaz: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE
Jesper: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.
Kaz:
Kaz: I appreciate it,
Kaz: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-
Wylan: Kaz-
Kaz: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!
Nina: Kaz we gotta-
Kaz: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.
Kaz: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'
Kaz, motioning to Matthias: NOT FUCKING THIS
******
*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*
Kaz: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Everyone:
Inej: ...I did. I broke it.
Kaz: No. No you didn't. Jesper?
Jesper: Don't look at me. Look at Wylan.
Wylan: What?! I didn't break it.
Jesper: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Wylan: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
Jesper: Suspicious.
Wylan: No, it's not!
Matthias: If it matters, probably not, but Nina was the last one to use it.
Nina: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Matthias: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Nina: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Matthias!
Inej: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Kaz.
Kaz: No! Who broke it!?
Everyone:
Wylan: Kaz... Kuwei’s been awfully quiet.
Kuwei: rEALLY?!
*Everyone starts arguing*
Kaz, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
Kaz: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
Kaz:
Kaz: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
#incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes generator#six of crows#Kaz Brekker#inej ghafa#jesper fahey#wylan van eck#nina zenik#matthias helvar#six of crows incorrect quotes
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Egotober 2023 Day 28: Something Weird, and It Don't Look Good
Day 28: Something Weird, and It Don’t Look Good [COMPLETED]
Summary: Logan’s bad day gets a little weirder at the base.
A/N: Happy birthday to Natemare
WARNING for use of a Lockdown in this fic. No harm comes to anyone. But I just thought I'd warn people.
Title is taken from the lyrics to the Ghostbusters Theme Song.
Prompt: Ghost
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31
Princey and Iridescence — Roman and Thomas — were in the base. They were hanging out and doing homework and waiting for orders before going on a short patrol or to go home.
They were just hanging out for the most part, until Logan stormed in while they were talking.
And he seemed pissed, even while wearing his costume. He got to his locker in record time and opened it with his watch before throwing his bag in.
Roman and Thomas just stared at Logic as he stared at his open locker.
“Hey, uh, you okay man?” Thomas asked, half turned around to look at the other apprentice.
“No,” Logan said. “I had plans, and they got ruined.”
“Maybe we can hang out afterwards,” Roman said, which sounded like the furthest thing from what Logan wanted to do. He wanted to see his brother. But his brother wasn’t allowed visitors. They wouldn’t tell Logan why, just that he’d been barred from having them.
“No,” Logan said.
“Rude,” Princey said.
Before either of them could give another barb, all the lights went out. Metal vent shields went up on every window and in front of the door. Emergency lights were the only thing lighting up the room.
“Bing?” Logan tried to open a communication with the hero but he didn’t get anything.
Roman and Thomas looked around.
Then Bing’s voice came over the speakers. “Emergency Lockdown has been engaged. Villain activity detected near the perimeter.”
Bing shot through one of the speakers, he looked over them. “Three, great. So, we have a bit of a situation. This place is in lockdown and we need you three to sit tight. We told your folks already that you three are safe. Just stay here. We’ll get a hero back in here soon.”
Then Bing was gone and the apprentices were left in the room.
“Oh. Great.” Roman said as he looked around. “What do you think it was?”
“Obviously not something actively breaking in, or Bing would have stayed,” Logan said.
And then a table flipped up right in front of the three of them. The apprentices jumped.
Roman froze, “Caesar’s ghost, this place is haunted.”
“Ghosts don’t exist, ghosts are just bored demons,” Logan said.
“How would you know, how many demons have you met?” Roman asked.
“I’ve met enough,” Logan said.
All the empty lockers opened and closed and Logan froze.
Marvin had been in here, he wouldn’t just let a ghost just exist in the base . . . Right?
Logan immediately shot one of his improvised EMP blasts from his suit’s wrists towards the lockers. But there was nothing there.
“Woah! What was that?” Roman and Thomas flinched as light and electricity arced off of Logic and shot off towards the lockers.
“An EMP, I designed it to counter Anti and other demons like him,” Logan said.
“Does it work against ghosts?” Thomas asked.
Logan sighed. “Yes it would work on something you would call ghosts.”
“Can you track the ghost?” Roman asked.
“Hardly,” Logan said. “I have lots of gadgets but never the thing I need.”
“That just means you’ll have more things if you do need them, I think that’s pretty neat,” Princey said.
Logan paused. “You’re just saying that.”
“No, it’s true,” Roman said.
Logan opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. Not sure what to say. Then, “That’s possibly the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Roman looked so offended, so Logan went back to watching the room.
Finally Logan spotted movement in the low light and shoved Princey out of the way to shoot at it. The thing that had been on the couch suddenly became visible as it lit up with electricity.
It was Mare.
The demon barely held itself together as the EMP pulse passed. “What the fuck!”
“We thought you were a ghost,” Thomas said.
“What is wrong with you three?” Mare floated over. “I was just watching you three and you shoot at me.”
“In our defense you were invisible, flipping over tables, and opening lockers,” Logan said.
Mare shrugged, “Alright I was trying to scare you a little, but I wouldn’t have done that if I’d known that you could shoot at me.”
The demon turned to Thomas, and smiled at him. “Hey there, kid, Nate around?”
“Uh,” Thomas stalled, looking around the base. “No, what are you doing here?”
“Looking for Nate, he gave me the slip,” Mare said. “So I came over here and Bing told me to watch you three.”
“Oh,” Logan said. “Makes sense I suppose. Strange they would ask a demon.”
Mare looked particularly upset. “Nate threatened to kick me off his tours if I let anything happen to you three. And his tours are the only things he’s useful for. So guess I’m a babysitter now.”
Mare sat back down on a couch and just sat there until the lockdown began to disengage and Bing came in to check on them. All three of them were taken home one at a time. Roman continued to smile and talk to Logan for a reason that Logan just couldn’t understand.
Logan returned back to his home, becoming upset again about why he couldn’t see his brother. About what had happened with Dante and how upset he was. Bing eventually came by to check on him again. To talk and to tinker with some equipment.
Maybe if Logan just worked on something he’d get his mind off things. He certainly hoped so.
#Egotober 2023#Superhero AU#Masks and Maladies#warning for the use of a lockdown#Logan Sanders#Natemare#Roman Sanders#Thomas Sanders#c!Thomas#haunting#Roman wants to see a ghost
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