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runawayolives · 3 months

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So for baby daddy Nate: when they are older and married reader can't handle anymore and they both fight she ask for divorce but the kid hear it.? Hope you write about this.

This isn't canon, I think.

This belongs to Baby Daddy.

"I think we should get a divorce."

"What?"

"I said that I think we should get a divorce."

"I heard you the first time."

The Jacobs' household was soaked in silence, the two young adults in the kitchen after setting their kid to bed. Nate was sitting on the armchair near the kitchen island, while she was cleaning the remaining of dinner. He stood up, walking towards his wife, invading her personal space.

"Can I know where this is coming from?" The faucet had been dripping for a bit, probably because it knew breaking the silence was its new task.

"I don't think we need to be married." Her hand was gripping a damp towel, hyper-focusing in a little circle of coffee from that morning. "We aren't a married couple, we're just two adults living in a house and raising a child."

"Who's fault is that?"

"Don't blame me." The circle was finally gone. "You were the one who married a woman who never wanted you." Their eyes met for the fist time since they put their child to bed.

"Don't say that shit."

"Mommy? Daddy? I'm thirsty." Both young adults turned around to look at the small figure standing by the hallway. The way they were gripping the doorway and their half hidden body proved that the child had been there for longer.

"Mommy will get you some." Quickly she turned around to fill a plastic cup with water. "Here hon. Do you need help going back to bed?"

"I want daddy to do it." Those big brown eyes were too hard to deny, making Nate walk forward.

"Come on, Jojo, I'll read you another story." He lifted his child to his hip, somehow still dwarfing the child, as if they hadn't grown since they were still a baby.

"Goodnight mommy."

"Goodnight, baby."

The staircase was full of picture frames of the young family, at the park, the zoo, on christmas. Endless memories that his stupid wife wanted to throw away because she was a quitter and a coward.

"What were you and mommy talking about?"

"Nothing you have to worry about."

"You were mad. Is mommy in trouble? Should she sit on the step?" Jojo was the most terrifying child Nate had ever met. The big eyes, the big cheeks and their calm nature made them look like a small victorian child that had seen too much. Jojo had a normal childhood, two parents that loved them, friends, and two set of grandparents that spoiled the kid a bit too much. Normal, very normal child.

Nate thought all the weird things that came out of Jojo were her fault. She burdened their child, he knew it. Jojo played like any other kid, Jojo had the same taste buds as any other kid. But Jojo asked uncomfortable questions and would stare at you for a bit too long, as if the five year-old was trying to figure you out.

She spent too much time raising the child, got bored because she's a stupid selfish bitch and decided to treat Jojo like an adult. Too many books, too many paintings and too many museums.

Jojo loved their mom, and Nate was envious. Not because Jojo didn't love Nate, but because looking at them proved what relationships between mother and child could be. Martha hadn't been present, she was home, and she picked him up from school, but his dad was the one in charge of raising him.

Seeing Jojo and Y/N somehow was the Universe or whatever entity rubbing it his face. You had the potential for having this, but you didn't.

The white walls of his kid's room were covered in little scribbles on the wall, something they hadn't bothered in correcting as long as it was only in these walls. The dinosaur lamp was still on, spreading the room in the light green light. Some story books were laying on the ground, and some books. Original versions of classics such as Little Women and To kill a mockingbird laid besides The very humgry caterpillar and The Giving tree.

During the walk up and the small back rubs Nate was giving Jojo, the five-year old had fallen asleep, long eyelashes tickling their cheeks. The toddler was set on the brand new ocean life bed sheets, their latest obsession, and immediately started hugging the handmade-crochet whale they had made with their mom's help.

After setting the kid to sleep and kissing their small forehead, Nate went downstairs. His wife was were he left her, this time with a mug between her hands.

"If you think I'll give you a divorce and let you separate me from my son, you're way stupider than I thought."

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manicformunson · 2 years

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red handed pt. 1

master list

pairing eddie munson x fem! reader

summary part two here! reader is caught drooling over eddie 'the freak' munson and he offers her a ride home.

It had started off like any other day, Y/N had gotten dressed and smoked a cigarette on the way to school, barely keeping herself contained until she skipped to 3rd period.

English was her favorite for exactly two reasons, she loved to read and Eddie Munson. It's the only class that she had chosen to sit in the back, a few isles to the right of where he sat so she could watch him.

To say she had a crush on him was the biggest understatement of the year, she was absolutely whole heartedly in love with him and he had never once looked in her direction before today.

Y/N had sat down in her seat before the bell like always, getting her materials out and turning to the page in To Kill a Mockingbird they had left on yesterday before resting her chin in her hand and allowing herself to glance over at Eddie's empty chair. Not surprising, he normally is always late so she didn't let herself get too disappointed.

The bell rang, the teacher took attendance and just as she had gotten to his name he burst through the door in all his metal head glory.

"Sorry I'm late."

Y/N had to bite back her smile when the teacher ushered him to his seat and continued on with the roster, muttering out a small "Here." when her name was called.

There was just something about Eddie that made her heart seemingly beat a mile a minute. Her friend group had laughed at her when she was dared to tell them her crush a few summers ago at a sleepover.

"You like Eddie The Freak!? Oh my god!"

She has since shut up and never told another living soul, instead simply admiring from a distance and as the class had started group reading Y/N did exactly that, watching as Eddie loudly flipped through the pages trying to find where the rest of the class was, having to peek to the person next to him to see what page number they were on.

And that's how it happened.

Eddie had caught her staring at him and smiled!

Y/N very quickly whipped her head back to the book. Oh god oh god oh god oh god. After a few seconds she looked back up to find Eddie still staring at her, only this time with a goofy smile and offering a small wave. He must have noticed they way her eyes went big because he broke eye contact and leaned down to get his notebook.

Good. As childish as it was Y/N would rather him think she was staring at him because of his freak status and not because she thought he was a total babe.

Y/N didn't dare look in Eddie's direction for the rest of the class period and when the bell rang she was the first out the door, rushing to the cafeteria for lunch. She had sat down at her table at the back and pulled out her peanut butter and jelly sandwich along with her very worn copy of Carrie.

She thought she was in the clear, munching down her sandwich and reading as the cafeteria filled up with more and more hungry students until her table had shifted. Confused because she always sat alone, Y/N looked up from her book to low and behold Eddie Munson sitting across from her.

"You're in my 3rd period right?" He asked, ignoring how once again she looked like a deer in the head lights. "Um, I mean yes?" Y/N could feel her face burning up, god she must look like a fucking tomato right about now probably embarrassing herself.

"I know, I don't know why I asked. I saw you uh, looking at me." He laughed, tilting his head to the side.

Shit fuck goddamnit.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I, I didn't mean to make you- I mean I didn't mean it like, like-"

"Woah, it's okay. I just, would you want a ride home later? We could like just smoke and hang out." Eddie shrugged as if it was no big deal. No big deal? Y/N was utterly shell shocked. He had never breathed a word to her and now he offered her a ride home? She almost pinched herself to make sure she had fallen asleep.

"What?" Was the word that came out of her stupid mouth, which in return caused Eddie to once again laugh at her. God he must think she's stupid. "I'm sorry!" She rushed out, "I just, you've never even, like spoke to me."

"Well," Eddie started, resting his head in his hands and looking at her with his big brown eyes. Shit he was beautiful, it made Y/N's heart swell. "Truth be told, I'm actually failing that class and I've asked around and you, Y/N are seemingly the smartest person in there so I was thinking,"

Y/N didn't even hear the rest of what he had said, Eddie Munson was asking people about her. She had to hide her smile at the thought and nodded, "Sure, I could help you."

Eddie banged his hands against the table and jumped up to spin around, "That's fucking great!" He yelled, turning a few heads, before coming back to Y/N and leaning his arms on the table, "I could totally pay you, in like pot."

Truth be told he didn't even know if she smoked, she didn't really look the type but he's been wrong before. Frankly he was a little nervous talking to her, from what he had been told Y/N was the smartest person in whole school he felt something weird in his chest when he had come up to ask for her help.

"So after school we could ride back to mine or I could pick you up later?"

Y/N couldn't fight her smile back this time, something about being able to see Eddie Munson's room made her stomach flutter. "Whatever works for you works for me." Good good, be easy going she could probably get through this without making a bigger fool of herself that she already has.

"So after school? I can meet you at your last period."

Her heart has probably stopped working at this point.

"Yeah okay, I have gym so as long as your okay with me being sweaty." Jesus fucking Christ what the fuck did she just say.

"I like my women sweaty actually." Eddie smirked down at her then hit the table one last time before turning to walking back to the hellfire table.

What the actual fuck just happened.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader smut #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you smut #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

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beefromanoff · 2 months

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Project Mockingbird Ch. 11

summary: the team leaves for a mission, Charlotte keeps training, a new friend is introduced.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

author's note: hiiii, finally returning to this story since my other one is wrapping up - go read it here (masterlist)! this one is somewhat uneventful, but I wanted to set things up for the next few chapters I have planned. there's a lot coming that I can't wait to write! let me know what you think - I am easily persuaded to write faster with positive affirmation LOL

tag list: @bangtanxberm @scott-loki-barnes (let me know if you want to be added <3)

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It was the ass crack of dawn.

The hot coffee cup burned her hand as Charlotte stood in the Quinjet hangar, preparing to see her friends off for their mission. It was the first live action they’d seen in quite some time, the result of significant seismic activity from the other world tripping some of the sensors at the compound and piquing the team’s attention enough for them to want to check it out. After a day of heavy intelligence vetting and briefings, they were ready to take to the skies.

The sun’s earliest rays weren’t even close to breaching the horizon at this hour. Charlotte wasn’t even sure why she woke up to see them off. She hadn’t gone to any of the mission intelligence meetings all week, despite the open invitation. After insisting she didn’t want to be a member of the team, it seemed counterintuitive. The lines were admittedly blurred, seeing as she trained with them in combat simulations almost every day of the week. The SHIELD agents weren’t nearly a challenge for her, and the team was almost…too much of one. Over the past few weeks, she’d obliged Bucky. She’d been working with him on the side, learning skills she couldn’t just mimic.

He’d taught her everything he knew about weaponry, dating back to the first war he fought in. Charlotte wasn’t sure why they had antiques like that on the property at all, but she supposed it was helpful to know. After a week, she knew how to load, unload, clean, and fire just about every weapon on the entire compound. Bucky’s favorite had been the long range sniper arsenal, something she wouldn’t have guessed. Someone who was so skilled at hand to hand combat, preferring to take his shot from being hidden in the woods. Ironically, that would probably end up being her position should she ever go into a live mission. It would allow her to use her precision and heightened senses without putting her body at the same risk as hand to hand would. They both seemed to acknowledge that, so they spent extra time on sniper training. When it was all said and done, she could shoot an apple out of Peter’s hand while he swung across the lake from half a mile away. Even Bucky looked impressed.

They’d gone over other languages, he taught her the three he knew. She took it upon herself to learn a fourth, pulling an all-nighter out of spite after their lesson the previous day ended in an argument. While that wasn’t uncommon for them, it still filled her with rage and a bitter desire to tell him to go to hell. Which she did, by showing up the following day having perfected the three languages he was teaching her and an additional one, making her the second most fluent on the team behind Natasha. No one really even knew all the languages she spoke.

Lately, it had been a mix of strategy and intelligence. They’d go through mission plans and “intercepted” intelligence, and work through coming up with a team strategy. For someone who never seemed to want a leadership role on the team, it was clear that it came naturally to him. There was more to it than she ever thought, this type of training made her feel the most naive. She’d come up with an entire strategy, only for Bucky to immediately point out the flaw that would get half her team killed. She always thought she was smart, but when it boiled down to it, she’d always been able to memorize or mimic her way through difficult situations. Even back in the casino, she wasn’t Rainman. She just memorized the rules and executed basic strategy, increasing her bets when it was favorable. In battle or mission strategy, there was no one to copy. Nothing to memorize. No rules or guidelines or anything to help her along the way. She had to learn to reason, to think through every outcome in a split second, to understand how an enemy might think and head them off. It was grueling, frustrating, and led her nearly to blows with Bucky at the end of every session.

It wasn’t that they didn’t get along, necessarily…it was more that his teaching style didn’t align with her learning style. He was direct, intense, no-nonsense. She was used to picking things up perfectly on the first try, leaving her frustrated from the jump with things that didn’t follow that rule. His intensity and her agitation usually led to her feeling like he was talking down to her, making her hostile and him annoyed. But they stuck with it, showing up day after day.

This week had been the first in nearly a month that they hadn’t met multiple times, with Bucky being occupied with briefings for this specific mission. Maybe that’s why she showed up this morning to see them off. It had felt surprisingly quiet and solitary without being in training with them all every day. So here she was, coffee in hand and eyes still heavy, waiting to say goodbye for a few days.

The entire compound hummed with a sense of purpose as everyone geared up for departure, their first mission in a while. The hangar was a flurry of activity as engineers prepped the jet for takeoff and triple checked the arsenal onboard. The team stood in their locker-room of sorts, finishing their own prep. Charlotte stood in the doorway, watching them prepare. Steve slung his shield over his shoulder, clicking it into place on his back. Nat was doing a quick check on her Widow’s Bite wrist packs, ensuring maximum destructive potential. Sam and Wanda were both already dressed, but seated on the bench beside each other, looking less than awake at this hour. To her right, Bucky moved slowly. Not due to fatigue or lack of caffeine, but some haunting sense of deja vu that seemed to plague him in the moments he suited up. Sliding a gun into his thigh holster and another into the strap on his back, he turned. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were glazed. Like he was somewhere far, far away from the locker room. She knew the feeling.

“Earth to Barnes,” She quipped, raising an eyebrow. His gaze met hers and seemed to snap back to the present moment.

“Good morning sunshine.” His tone was dry.

“I guess this means I’m off the hook for training today, huh?” Her tone was light, baiting him.

“You could practice on your own, you know.” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Yes, but I could also not do that and spend the day basking in the sunshine on the dock instead.” She pretended to weigh her hands. “Tough call.”

He looked her disapprovingly but said nothing, not acknowledging that she was fully dressed in her training uniform, and stepped around her to head to the Quinjet. She tried not to take it personally that he wasn’t in the mood today. He was probably getting in the zone, or whatever they did before missions. Although she initially declared her disinterest in this when she joined the team, a subtle feeling of exclusion gnawed at her.

"Hey, Cap," Charlotte said, a small smile playing on her lips as she shook it off and approached Steve. "Bring me back a souvenir, okay?"

Steve grinned. "Count on it, Charlotte. You take care of things here."

The banter between them felt easy, familiar. The team had never pressured her or questioned her decision to stay out of active duty. Yet a seed of doubt lingered in her mind. As Natasha passed by, loading a small handgun, Charlotte followed her out.

"Don’t have too much fun without me." Charlotte remarked.

Natasha smirked. "Yeah, it’ll be a real rager. I should be saying that to you."

“Yeah, me and all the agents who are so fond of me. Things’ll really get crazy around here.” She rolled her eyes.

“We’ll be back before you know it.” Nat paused at the foot of the ramp, hair blowing as the engines began to roar to life. She gently bumped Charlotte’s shoe with her own. “See you in three days.”

“Go kick some ass.” Charlotte forced a grin.

The other team members filed up the ramp after her, murmuring various goodbyes and patting her on the back. It was only three days. An intelligence mission. She wasn’t sure why it felt like she was sending them off on a years’ long voyage.

As the ramp began to ascend with a hiss, she caught a flash of dark hair walking inside the jet. Bucky locked eyes with her, pausing briefly. Charlotte gave a half-hearted salute to him, hoping to elicit a grin. He simply nodded and continued on.

The engines flared and the jet soared out of the hangar. The silence that followed was deafening. Around her, SHIELD agents began to return to their posts now that the jet had taken off. She could see small groups of early risers beginning to arrive at the compound, reliving those who’d worked the night shift. The sky had only just turned from black to a dark blue-gray, sunrise still an hour or so away.

Knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep anyways, Charlotte decided to go for a run. She downed the rest of the coffee, still hot enough that she felt it all the way down to her empty stomach. She was already dressed in training gear, but another thought crossed her mind. Turning on her booted heel, she headed back for the locker room.

Just about anything the team would need for any mission ever lived in this room. It was a long room, with alcoves built into the sleek walls every few feet for a new team member. In each person’s equipment bay, they had 2-3 training suits, and 1-2 combat suits hanging. Several drawers near the bottom housed various bits of gear specific to each person. Nat had ample supplies to restock her Widow’s Bite, while Bucky’s was full of ammunition. Of course, there was an entirely separate wing of the engineering building dedicated to housing the massive amounts of weapons manufactured here, as well as developing new tech. This was just where the most commonly used things got to go.

Standing in front of her own locker, Charlotte crossed her arms. Just like everyone else, she had two training suits hanging, the third on her body. A second pair of lightweight combat boots sat at the base. She tugged open the drawer and found a few holsters she’d worn for a training exercise, but nothing else. Why would she need her own artillery if she wasn’t going on missions? The only reason she was given a locker here was because she no longer trained with the SHIELD agents.

Taking a deep breath, she stalked to the back of the room where she knew extra equipment would be kept. Right where she knew it to be, a thick tactical vest hung in an empty bay. She pulled it on and pinched a button down by her ribcage, the tech immediately cinching it to her body. In a few moments, the lightweight vest was full of at least twenty pounds of firepower and ammunition. Several more were strapped to her legs. The one thing she’d forgotten…shit. A hairtie.

I’ll bring it back later. She thought to herself as she plucked one out of Wanda’s drawer and pulled her hair into a tight bun at the base of her head. It was early enough that no one was around to notice her armed to the teeth before sunrise. Good. She didn’t need anyone asking questions or pressing her for this silly urge. She looked left and right before breaking into a light jog towards the trailhead into the forest.

She might not be an Avenger, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t train like one.

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Charlotte walked with purpose through the compound, her mind still focused on the training session she had just completed, notes with things she could improve running through her mind. It was mid-morning, the compound cafe a flurry of activity as the day picked up. She barely paid attention as she made her way to the coffee machine.

“Didn’t get called up to the Major Leagues?” A voice sneered from behind her. Charlotte didn’t have to look to identify the agent taunting her.

Charlotte shot back, "Someone had to stay here to babysit."

“Whatever helps you sleep at night. We’ve all heard about your defects.” She taunted. “I guess HYDRA lost their touch after Barnes. A one-hit wonder.”

She grit her teeth but ignored them, not wanting to get baited.

Another agent chimed in, "Yeah, we've got Captain America and the Winter Soldier, and they still felt like we needed another lab experiment. Maybe it’s part of some charitable outreach program?"

It was all Charlotte could do to keep from crushing the cardboard cup in her hands. In through your nose, out through your mouth.

“At least her collar is cute.” One of the agents boldly leaned against the counter next to her and flicked her bracelet.

Fuck it.

In a split second, Charlotte had the agent by the throat, pinned to the cabinets behind her. With her free right arm, she swung an elbow back, hitting the agent she knew was standing there. He cried out as his nose crunched and began to gush blood. Shifting her weight, she kicked backwards with her right foot and caught the final agent square in the abdomen, spilling her coffee and knocking her on her ass as she struggled to catch her breath. Charlotte’s eyes flicked to the agent she still had pinned to the wall, now kicking her feet as her eyes turned red.

Her right fist curled, ready to strike, but a commanding female voice cut through the noise. "Enough!"

A woman with a no-nonsense demeanor emerged from the crowd that had gathered. She wore a white coat, indicating her role in the science department. Charlotte recognized her from the lab, but couldn’t recall ever interacting with her. The agents that stood gawking dispersed and scurried back to their duties. She was pretty, her tan skin and dark hair striking. She was smaller than Charlotte, but had a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude that stood six feet tall.

"I suggest you all remember where you are and who you're speaking to. Disrespect towards a fellow agent won't be tolerated," she warned, her tone sharp. “By us, or by the fellow agent.” Her eyes flicked to Charlotte’s, the slightest smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Charlotte slowly lowered the female agent to the ground, releasing her grip on the woman’s throat. She collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath.

“You should be thankful you were at Ms. Rossi’s discretion today. If I were in charge of your discipline, my recommendation would be dismissal from the program altogether.” Their eyes widened at her threat, one of them still trying to staunch the flow of blood from his nose. The woman looked at Charlotte inquisitively. “Unless Ms. Rossi still feels that recommendation is warranted?”

Three sets of eyes, simultaneously fuming and pleading, flicked to Charlotte.

“They can stay.” She picked up her coffee cup, completely undisturbed by the scene. “Consider it charitable outreach.”

“Very well.” She fought back a grin again. “Now, I suggest you get cleaned up and get to training before Agent Hill starts asking questions.”

The agents clamored to their feet and dispersed, shooting one last glare at Charlotte. As they walked away, Charlotte took a breath, willing the rage to cool down.

The woman who had intervened approached her. She offered a sympathetic smile. "Sorry about that. Some people here forget their manners. I'm Calla, from the science division."

Charlotte nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, Calla. I'm Charlotte."

"I know who you are," Calla replied coolly.

"Right," Charlotte said, a mix of gratitude and wariness in her eyes. “I’ve seen you in the lab. Sorry I haven’t said hello, I’m usually there so Bruce can talk me out of decking someone.”

Calla waved her off. "Mind if I join you for coffee? Now that it’s quieted down around here.” She gestured to the oddly empty room.

Charlotte smirked. "It’d be a shame not to enjoy it."

They settled into a table outside, the spring sun warming their skin as it rose higher in the sky.

Calla took a sip of her coffee before diving into her background. "So, like I said, I'm Calla. I've been working with Dr. Banner for a while now."

"Bruce?" Charlotte asked, her curiosity evident. Clearly she hadn’t been paying close enough attention when she barged into the lab before.

"Yeah, the big green guy. We've been researching superhuman enhancements, trying to have an understanding so that medical technology can serve the enhanced community as well as the human community. My specialty is in genetics, neurology, cell mutation, the whole shebang," Calla explained.

Impressed, Charlotte nodded. "That's... intense."

Calla chuckled. "Yeah, you could say that. I was recruited by Bruce himself after I graduated from MIT. But before that, I served in the military for a few years. Did my first contract and left because I felt I couldn't innovate the way I wanted to. Found a home here, though. I’ve been living on the compound for the past two years."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "You live here? There are other residential quarters?"

Calla nodded. "Yep. Not many people know, they don’t want agents thinking they can just move in. There’s a small set of units above the lab. Bruce stays there sometimes, a few of the engineers live there. Maria has a room but she refuses to stay in it. Says she needs a break from this place.”

"I can see that," Charlotte chuckled.

The conversation flowed seamlessly, talking about the quirks of the team and life on the compound, her time in the military. She didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry to get back to the lap. It was Charlotte who checked the time, realizing she was late to a flight simulation. She’d made a personal goal of learning to fly a Quinjet before the team returned and a brave agent from the hangar that morning had offered to help her.

As they finished their coffee, Calla hesitated for a moment before blurting. "Oh, and I'm engaged to Sam Wilson."

Charlotte's eyes widened. "Wait, what? Sam as in the Falcon? He’s engaged?"

Calla grinned. "Guilty as charged. We met when he came in a couple weeks after I arrived and needed stitches, but the doctor on call wasn’t around. I helped him out, we talked about our experience serving, and we just never really stopped talking."

Stunned, Charlotte stared at her slack-jawed. “This whole time, Sam, Sam has had a whole fiance?” She thought through all the time they’d spent together, all the evenings she’d seen him in the common room. “So, when do you…?”

“I’m kind of a workaholic.” She shrugged. “We have breakfast together every day, he pops in between training sessions, we alternate between who shacks up with whom. Most of the time I make him come to me.”

“I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all.” Charlotte still gaped at her. “But he eats dinner with us every night…does that bother you?”

“He eats two dinners.” Calla laughed. “I think he honestly prefers it that way. That man is a bottomless pit.”

“So why keep it a secret?” Charlotte furrowed her brows. “And why tell me now?”

Calla toyed with the empty cup in her hand. “I was the one who wanted to keep it a secret. I was new here, and young, and didn’t want to get a reputation for being the new girl sleeping with an Avenger. I wanted to make a name for myself first. Sam wanted to shout it from the rooftops, literally, but he respected me. So we kept it a secret for almost two years now, although I’m pretty certain Natasha figured it out immediately. I told Bruce a while back. Other than that, you’re the first person to know.” She smiled. “To answer your question, I just figured it was time. What fun would a wedding be without any wedding guests.”

“Well, I’m honored.” Charlotte lifted up her empty cup. “To the future Mrs. Wilson.”

Calla lifted hers and grinned. “To those punk agents finally getting what was coming to them.”

#bucky barnes #avengers #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #winter soldier #sebastian stan #winter soldier fluff

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ardent-fox · 4 months

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✨ Tag Game Master Post ✨

Hi, all! Catching up on these two games I was tagged in during the holidays 💖

First up, thank you to the lovely @lupeloto for creating and tagging me in this fun Tag Game! 🥰

📺 Favorite tv show? At the moment, Our Flag Means Death (shields self from tomatoes being thrown at her 😁)

🕴️ Favorite character? Oof, this is difficult. Gonna have to go with my precious baby boy, Stede

💋 Favorite relationship in the show? Blackbonnet (shocking, I know)

👯‍♂️ Fav sibling relationship in the show? No blood relations but the entire crew is chosen family, so… all of them?

🎨 Favorite art form? Music, with a heavy focus on lyrics/words

⚡️ A talent you wish you had? Being able to draw would be cool

☀️ What is one thing that can always make your day better? My toddler nephew saying the most hilarious things, he's barely 3 and already the funniest person I know

🎬 Favorite fictional character of all time? Atticus Finch (any works he appears in besides To Kill a Mockingbird do not count)

🌅 Dream place to travel to? Thailand or Ireland (either "land" would do, get it? 🧍‍♀️ ...I'll see myself out)

🎈 You’re planning a huge party, what’s the theme? The Masque of the Red Death, get fancy and spooky, bitches 🎭💀

🍕 Favorite pizza topping of all time? All kinds of cheese and extra mushrooms

🥂 You can pick ONE celebrity to have dinner with… Who? Andrew Garfield, {Marge Simpson voice} I just think he's neat

🎥 Favorite movie that you kinda know is bad but you still love? Rocky Horror Picture Show 👄

👖 How would you describe your style? The "I gained a substantial amount of weight in the past 5 years and haven't bought anything new since, so I now wear whatever I can fit into and lots of dresses and skirts cause pants are uncomfortable and shopping for them is a nightmare" style 😬

🖤 Finally, something making you smile this week? My mom's reaction to a present she really wanted, seeing her that touched was soul ascending ✨

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Next, I got tagged by @deedala, @tanktopgallavich, @suzy-queued and @lupeloto to complete this round of Weekly Tag Wednesday, thank you my darlings! 💙

Name: Lyds

Location: Unknown location in Europe

Astrological Sign: Taurus squaaaad ♉

What's a TV show or movie you plan to re-watch this year? Hubby has never seen Giant, so I'll be rewatching it soon as well as some other classics like Some Like It Hot and Philadelphia Story, I'm sure I'll rewatch Frankie and Johnny for the umpteenth time as well. As far as shows go, I rewatch Our Flag Means Death at least once a month since it's my comfort show, and might do a Shameless rewatch since I've only seen the whole thing once (excluding all the Gallavich scenes)

What's a book or fic you will probably re-read this year? The entirety or The Menagerie by @crossmydna and Honeycomb by @metalheadmickey with artwork by @heymrspatel 💕

What is a song you will likely continue to play on repeat? I've been replaying One Of Your Girls by Troye Sivan for days and don't plan on stopping anytime soon, also still listening to Hozier's entire Unreal Unearth album whenever I'm chilling

What's a tasty treat you look forward to eating more of this year? Gonna steal Ri's answer here and say cinnamon buns, as well as my husband's homemade pizza rolls that I previously mentioned, as they're our favorite thing to eat while binge-watching

What's a time sink that you will continue to sink time into this year? Scrolling this beloved hellsite

Did you pick up any habits in 2023 that you plan to continue? Only unhealthy ones that I plan on ridding myself of in 2024 👋

What's your toxic trait? Inflexibility and freaking out when things don't turn out the way I've planned

What is a coping mechanism you will continue to indulge in this year? Staying in my burrow with my hyperfixations

Tell me something you like about how you look! My full, rosy lips against my smooth, pale skin

Give me at least three adjectives describing things you like about yourself. Honest, open-minded, creative 🌸

I'm out of the loop (which is about to change since I celebrated the last of the festivities today) and haven't been keeping up with the tags lately, but am still going to tag some peeps if you want to do either or both of these: @heymrspatel, @stocious, @too-schoolforcool, @xninetiestrendx, @krysmiss, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @michellemisfit, @whatwouldmickeydo, @vintagelacerosette, @metalheadmickey, @rereadanon, @francesrose3, @darlingian and anyone who sees this and wants to play! ✨

#tag game #fandom friends #personal

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sadisticsongbird · 1 year

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trust is a fragile thing ~ tyler galpin

parte seis

warnings: creepy tyler, swearing i think

word count: 4k

To say that you were shaken up after school was an understatement. You had no idea what had happened in the office during last class, but you insisted that something was in the school lunch. You had never done drugs before, but you guessed that it felt something similar. The world spinning around you and quite obviously seeing things. Plants don’t just die within a split second, do they?

Avalon already was sitting in a booth when you pulled up to the coffee shop. You instructed your driver to sit tight and wait. It wouldn’t be long. After much pleading because he was given instruction to bring you back to Nevermore straight away, however he happily obliged for an extra five dollar bill. Some people really could be bought.

There were barely any people in there except for a small group of old ladies that huddled towards the back of the shop, opposite of where Ava was sitting. When you walked up behind her, she was already prepared to begin work. Papers were scattered all over the table already and an empty mug on the corner.

“I hope I didn’t leave you alone too long.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “I’ve learned to be alone all my life. I’ve got ways to keep myself busy.”

You giggled, stopping yourself right away in case it wasn’t meant to be funny. “You want some coffee?” she asked, offering you some money.

“I got it, don’t worry.” Maybe you were seeing things because you were tired. Caffeine is maybe what you needed in your system. You looked at the chalkboards with coffee orders written all over them. “Have any recommendations?”

“Nada. But you seem like a caramel macchiato kinda girl.”

“Are you calling me basic?” You feigned a gasp.

“No, no!” She began to freak out slightly. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just don’t know you all that well and I-” “RELAX! I’m kidding. I actually am a caramel macchiato kinda girl.” You threw your bag into the booth across from her and walked up to the counter. You ordered your beverage before making your way back to the table. Ava looked like she had a couple ideas already written down and roughly sketched out.

“Okay, so I have a few ideas worked out that circle the theme of classic literature like Strauss wanted. A few of my favorites are The Crucible, MacBeth, and To Kill a Mockingbird. Though I suspect that that last one might be done a few times.”

To Kill a Mockingbird seemed basic and Shakespere wasn’t your thing. You had no idea what the Crucible was, but it sounded interesting. Ava seemed to see you eyeing the sketch she had drawn out for that one.

“Good choice. I think that it’ll make for an…interesting topic.” She stopped herself for a moment “Have you ever read it?” She raised her eyebrows at you.

“Never. But something new doesn’t hurt, right?”

She smiled at your response. “It’s a history book. I’m kind of a history nerd. Feels like my spirits lived through centuries.” She paused. “Through books, of course.”

Your phone rang, taking your attention away from your work. Your dad’s picture sprung up, motivating you to answer right away. He wasn’t one to wait.

“Dad?”

“Y/N, where are you?”

“I texted you,” you replied in annoyance. “I’m in town, working on school work.”

“I need you back at the school. It’s urgent.”

Without another word, he hung up. Your father was like that, too busy with his job to care about anything that you had to do. If he needed you, you came. You prevented yourself from having to connect with him too often. It wasn’t pretty if you disobeyed something he asked. He didn’t not love you, he just wasn’t one to use emotions. It had been like that since your mother left.

“I take it, it's time to go…” she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

You shrugged, taking your bag with you as you scooted out of the bench. “When Dad calls…”

“...you gotta answer,” she interrupted. “I get it. We can work on this later. You’re new too. I’m sure Strauss will be lenient.”

You smiled, taking your to-go cup of coffee with you. “Meet here again tomorrow, maybe? It doesn’t seem too busy?”

“Hasn’t been as long as I’ve lived here. It’s got a nice aesthetic, but some dude used to work here. Ended up being an outcast of some sort and jailed up. Jericho didn’t like the idea of an outcast working here, so it’s not a booming spot anymore.”

You waved the girl goodbye and she focused back on her work. Making your way out of the shop, you walked toward the car that had your driver. He was a nice guy, made small talk on the way to the coffee shop after school. Your father probably had good money going to this guy to keep a teenager entertained all afternoon.

Tyler barely remembered the rest of the afternoon, only going in and out of sleep in the nurse's office. After his first…session, he felt like his entire body was on fire. He hadn’t had a mutation in a while and it already made his bones ache without the electroshock therapy he received along with it. He briefly remembered being escorted out of the building, only a blanket covering his figure. There were no students around, thank God, but it still made him feel vulnerable. He went in and out of consciousness as they practically dragged him back to the school. Someone found him another uniform, which he assumed he’d go through plenty of. He was really weak, but refused help to get dressed. Guards stood outside of the bathroom while he slowly put clothes back on. It was unusual that clothing gave him the sense of security that it did, but it was better than being naked.

Now, he was currently laying on a bed. The room was quiet, making it hard for him to decipher if the ringing noise was because of the silence or the pounding in his head. Tyler was sure that he wasn’t actually alone, however. Even though a new collar had been placed right around his neck, there were probably guards placed right outside the room in case something were to happen. The silence was kind of nice. All he had heard the past few days were the talking of scientists and soldiers ordering him around and students almost hissing at him left and right. Peace was what he needed. As much as he hated the white room, at least it was quiet. It was easier to sort his thoughts out.

Tyler had barely slept ten minutes when he heard a clamor outside of the doors. He shot out of bed immediately. His head spun around looking for a place to hide. It wasn’t unusual that this was his first instinct. Hiding was a skill that he had learned to master today. While all he wanted was to rub his presence in Wednesday’s face, with the collar he was basically defenseless, and he was sure that the pigtailed girl wouldn’t hesitate at killing him at any moment. He looked around the room for a place that would conceal him and the best thing that he could find was the curtains that separated the beds in the infirmary. He maneuvered the curtain to cover his body as he crouched down amongst a wheelchair and crutches. It wasn’t necessarily fear that motivated his movements, just uncertainty. He heard a small voice talking followed by the twist of the doorknob. Praying it was the nurse, he braced himself for someone’s entrance. The sounds of footsteps crowded his ears and he swore that he could feel them as they got closer.

“Tyler, I know you’re behind the curtain,” she muttered.

He gulped, sucking in a shaky breath. His hand came out from behind the curtain, to allow him to see the rest of the room. The girl he had been dreading was standing, arms crossed at the foot of the bed he was just in. “W-wednesday.”

Wednesday didn’t smile very often, but he swore that he saw a smirk break out across her face at his reaction. “Where’d the tough, cocky kid go? They beat it out of you?”

He looked away from her dark eyes that bore into him. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that he was broken. He was angry at her for the way that things ended last year. The hyde hated the Addams standing in front of him and wanted to beat the shit out of her, but Tyler honestly couldn’t give a crap. With no master controlling his actions, he just felt lost. In himself, in the world.

“Listen good and listen well. I’m watching you. If you so much as lay a hand on anyone, you’ll be dead faster than you can say please.”

His head remained looking down. Was he truly broken or just posing, making her think that he had possibly changed. “I-I’m not in the mood, Wednesday. Just g-get out.”

“I mean it. I don’t trust you. I saw you chatting with the normie this morning. Stay away from her. Don’t go preying on the most vulnerable like the little monster we both know you are.”

Wednesday wasn’t one to be cocky with her words out loud. If she wanted to make a statement, she’d do it in a less up front way. But Tyler angered her like no other. He managed to evade her with lies and broke her down. Quite honestly, she was glad she found out about Tyler’s true nature when she did. Had it gone any further, who knew how many pieces she’d be in. The only thing she wished was different is that she hadn’t kissed him beforehand.

Tyler didn’t move from his spot in the corner. It made him seem pathetic, weak, all things that the hyde didn’t like feeling. He took a deep breath and released it repeatedly while clenching and unclenching his fists. He’d had plenty of anxiety attacks before finding out about being a hyde. It was similar to one, just a hundred times harder. It felt like there was a bubble of emotions ready to explode from his chest, sucking the energy out of him. He was glad that it was working, but he wished that there was an easier way. He could still feel the girl’s eyes on him, but he didn’t look up, afraid of his reaction if he met her gaze.

All she did was scoff before walking out of the room. It was hard to see her, to be here with the outcasts. He’d grown up around normal people his entire life, psychopaths aside. It was hard enough being the new kid but one that had tried to kill them and almost succeeded was a different story. Talking to Wednesday again made it real. And fuck it hurt.

If it weren’t for the warm drops he felt on his hand, he wouldn’t have even noticed he was crying. He didn’t do it often anymore, knowing that it wouldn’t do him any good. He stepped his way over the mess that he made and pushed the sheet away back against the wall. He really didn’t want to sleep again, but he was terribly sore. Wednesday had probably knocked out the guards, but he truly didn’t want to leave. As silly as it sounded, the nurse was probably the safest place to be right now.

Wednesday Addams was always an enigma to him, even when they first met. If she hadn’t been part of Laurel’s plan, he very well might have been friends with her, even more. There were times that he wished he could’ve gotten past that. That his strength, or Wednesday’s for that matter, would have been enough to tear him for Laurel’s grasp. But it wasn’t. And all that was left was the overwhelming urge of the hyde to rip her throat out.

“How many times do I have to explain to you that I need you here?” “Countless times, Dad.” You rolled your eyes with the response.

You were currently sitting in his office, legs and arms crossed. Yes, your father had lectured you about needing to be at Nevermore immediately after school, but it was school related so you didn’t see the issue. And you had texted him, like he asked if there were scheduling changes or danger. You weren’t exactly sure why he needed you here besides the need to have eyes on you 24/7. While living here was required, spending all of your time roaming the halls was not. You were a week short of 18 and deserved to be treated like an adult, not a child.

“Cut the sass. I need to know where you are at all times. I want to trust you. Really I do. But I can’t just let you roam free. Especially when-”

“What, Dad? A monster on the loose again? I thought that was something you were supposed to be preventing.” You hadn’t realized that you were raising your voice. Now standing, your father gawked at you in surprise. You never talked to him in this way.

“I won’t take this kind of response, young lady. Yes, we are here to prevent more attacks and YOU will have a part in helping.”

The features on your face softened, trying your best to conceal surprise. “Me? What can I do?”

He sighed, standing up from his position behind the desk. He walked himself around to come sit on the front. Your father had always claimed that he didn’t want to seem like a principal, just a supervisor, but the way that he was sitting on the front of the desk with his hands folded and his legs crossed made you rethink that statement. Your father was a man that radiated authority. His presence alone made a room go dead silent. You never knew if he used it intentionally or if that was just the way he was. Regardless, it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“We have had a new student arrive recently. He has…special needs and needs supervision close to constantly. While we have guards on him during the school day, he needs someone to watch him when the afternoon allows for students to roam free.”

“Okay, and why me? There are other students plenty capable of handling a new student? I didn't come here to be a babysitter. I came here to get a new start.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know you’re frustrated. And you’re right. The students are plenty of students capable of handling him. That’s exactly why I’ve chosen you. You don’t have a way to…Well, let’s just say it’s safer.” You let out soft scoff, bending down to pick up your bag that was laying against the chair. You threw it over your shoulder and spun to face the door. “Y/N…”

You stopped in your tracks, not bothering to turn around. You were sure that the new student was the one that you spied on in the hall the other night. Even though you got a good look at him this morning, the collar around his neck scared you a little bit. He was cute, sure, but was he safe? “I’m listening…”

“This,” he began, “is a remote that controls a shock collar placed around the students neck.” He walked over to you. You wouldn’t move from your spot, so he came to you. He held out a small black controller smaller than a cellphone. There were only two buttons on the remote, but you wouldn’t press either one until you knew what they did. “His name is Tyler Galpin. He went to Jericho High until the end of last year. He’s in the infirmary right now. Hopefully resting. I want you to meet him.” He was ready to turn around and lead the way. But he stopped, looking at you with certainty. “Under no circumstances do you tell him that you have the controller. Understand?”

He tilted his head down towards you, looking at you in question. You shook your head in response. He didn’t say anything else before turning around. It startled you slightly, his quick movement, but you were soon right back on his heels. So that was the boy’s name. Tyler. It rolled off the tongue really well. And it fit him. You didn’t know why, but it did.

The nurse was a lot closer to your father’s office than you thought. It makes it easier to get a fix up in case your roommate were to use one of those MANY weapons she has hidden in her trunk. Your father was slightly ahead of you, turning the corner before you. That was when you heard the yelling.

“What is going on? Is he still in there?”

“Everything’s okay, Sergeant. He’s still there. A few of the guards were knocked out.”

“Well I can see that!”

A few men were on the floor, ice packs on their heads, eyes checked. The hall seemed like chaos and your father wouldn’t stand for it. He was all about order and this little mishap would definitely cause issues for some people.

“Dad, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it. Just go in and let me deal with this.”

He practically shoved you into the room. It was nice, spacious. The nurses wore old uniforms you would see in the eighties, just another touch of Nevermore. The beds were spread out, a curtain separating each one. There was a small section of the space dedicated to chairs and cabinets, no doubt containing medicine. Taking your things off of you and setting what little coffee you have left down, you looked around the beds to see if someone was in here. You spotted a figure laying on a bed in the middle of the room, one leg up, the other down. Moving closer, you spotted his shoes placed beside the bed on the floor. There was a cloth placed on his forehead, one that his hands were holding down. You only hoped that he wasn’t in pain. But how could you know with the shock collar around his neck? It looked big from where you stood, bigger than it seemed when you saw it up close this morning. But you weren’t supposed to remember that. He wasn’t supposed to know that you had the remote and even what it was, though you suspected if he caught you looking, he’d tell you. Though the boy didn’t exactly look like he was sleeping, his eyes were closed and you really didn’t want to disturb him. You wondered why your father wanted you to really meet him. Maybe proximity was the key with the shocker, but then why entrust you with it? If he was dangerous, why would your father risk putting you in the same room as him? You began to take a few steps back and ensuring not to make a sound.

“I know you’re here,” you heard quietly from the other side of the room, making you halt any movement. He opened his eyes briefly, letting them adjust to the light before sitting up completely. The cloth on his forehead fell to the pillow he had just been laying on, but didn’t startle him one bit. “If I’m sleeping, people tend to leave me alone.” He sat with his knees up and arms resting on his knees. If you both had never met before, you would have judged him for looking you up and down.

“We met earlier today,” you muttered, moving closer to him. “I’m Y/N. I don’t think I said my name this morning.”

He retracted, leaning back slightly. Did he not want to shake your hand? Did he find you disgusting? How could he? He barely knew you…

“Don’t take it personally. I just don’t wanna hurt you. Tyler…Galpin.”

“Hurt me?” You crossed your arms. He didn’t look dangerous like your father made him seem but that fact that he himself feared injuring you was enough to make you wary. The controller felt heavier the longer you held on to it.

“It doesn’t matter…W-what are you doing here?”

“My dad brought me here, but then guards were knocked out in the hall…He’s dealing with it out there.” “That would be due to an old acquaintance of mine. Wednesday Addams. You might know her.”

“Yeah, actually.” You rubbed your arm, forgetting about the weight of the remote in your hand. “She’s my roommate.”

“Roommate?” Tyler’s eyes went big and his body nearly lurched forward. Was it concern? Or fear that flashed through his face?

You shook your head in response and paused. He didn’t say anything and you didn’t either, both staying planted in one another’s spots. “What’s so wrong with that?”

“N-nothing. She and I just…We have a bit of a track record. With each other. Just…be careful.” You rose your eyebrows, acting like you understood. “What’s that smell?” He inhaled shallowly, trying to identify what the smell was when he spotted a coffee cup laying next to the bag he noticed you wearing this morning. “Is that from the Weathervane?”

You had nearly forgotten that Tyler used to be a student at Jericho, lived there too. You nodded your head. “You want some? I don’t think I’m gonna finish it.”

Tyler swung his legs over the side of the bed, following you to your things like a little boy eager for candy. Grabbing the cup, you popped off the lid and handed him the half empty drink. He took a deep sip, practically inhaling it. “Caramel macchiato?” he asked, swallowing a gulp down.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” You tilted your head.

“I-It’s my favorite.” You hadn’t ever seen him smile before and it was nice. He looked at peace, a big contrast to how on edge he had been the entirety of the time you’d been in the room. While he still stood a ways away from you, he hadn’t hesitated to take the coffee from you. “You don’t seem like a caramel girl…” he questioned.

“What aura do I give off then?” you joked, spinning in a circle.

“Hmm…I’m gonna go with mint.”

“And why is that?” You hadn’t realized that he was getting closer. If it was voluntary, it didn’t show. His feet seemed to be stalking to you on their own accord, like an old habit.

“Appealing to the eye, stripes are all orderly. You have a bold…scent. Not bad, just strong.”

You were by now blushing, but at the same time a little scared. His eyes had almost instantly transformed from the sweet boy laughing about coffee to hungry. For what, you didn’t know. “The taste overpowers everything but blends in with the coffee all together. But the taste lingers, leaving the consumer…satisfied.” He was speaking almost right into your ear at this point. Your heart was racing, both in affection and fear. You could practically hear it in your ears and were sure that he could too.

You barely recognized when he pulled away, too caught up in the moment. He started talking again, but you couldn’t comprehend what it was. Thumping was the only thing that you could hear. He paused. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes flickered back to his, finally being able to listen to the world around you. His features were back to normal, the shy teenager that you had walked in on a few minutes ago. Your father interrupted the conversation, standing just inside the threshold of the door. Both of your heads snapped to him. “Well, I believe that you two have already gotten to know one another. Tyler, Y/N. Y/N, Tyler. You have both been enrolled in an art extra curricular. Please follow me and we can get you to your place.” Tyler locked eyes with you again once your father turned around. You gave him a shy smile, more accurately a timid one. And Tyler knew. The hyde could smell the fear.

#tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin angst

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resident-gay-bitch · 11 months

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Day One of @steddie-week - hunger / pining / somebody to love

Eddie’s having a smoke out by the old bleachers. It’s a warm day out, the sun’s shining down and there's a cool breeze that drifted through his hair to cool the back of his neck. It was nice. He wished it could be a little nicer, though.

Tommy Hagan, the stupid oaf that he was, had just attempted to utterly humiliate in the middle of his English Oral on To Kill A Mockingbird, and despite his shocking grades, Eddie was actually very good at English and dissecting a text. He focused the main part of his essay on the prejudice themes within, granted he could understand and relate to them in one way or another, and pulled out a bloody brilliant essay if he did say so himself - though, he knew that he’d be coming close to a fail again, because Ms Click had it out for him and she hated his ‘vulgar language’ and ‘woke themes’. Bitch. Tommy had picked up on how Eddie reflected his own experiences to the text, and decided to start heckling him. You feeling a little left out, Munson? Gonna have a cry because you’re at the bottom of the food chain? All stupid shit that didn’t even make much sense because he’s pretty sure Tommy didn’t actually do the reading.

Eddie gave him a grin and kept going until he just wouldn’t shut up, and Eddie was about to run out of time and he still had a whole paragraph to go, and so he just turned to Hagan and said, I know you can’t go three seconds without everyone's attention on you, Hagan, but don’t you think it’s a little pathetic how desperate for my attention you are?

He got thrown out of the class instantly, and a big ‘F’ stamped on his essay.

Whatever.

Eddie didn’t care for all the attention he got. I mean, sure, he’d get up on tables and stomp around, preaching his shit and making a fool out of himself, but he only did that on the good days. The Confident days. The days he had something to say. Every other day, every other minute, he wished to go unnoticed. To blend in with the crowd and just live it out until graduation. But there's never a moment of peace with these jackasses. They’ve always got something to say.

For a group of people who always like to tell Eddie how unimportant he is, they sure do take up a lot of their own time talking about him.

It’s kinda funny, actually.

Either way, Eddie was sick of it. He just wanted to get up there, give his oral, sit back down, and get on with his school day. He had a campaign to host tonight, and then band practice after that since Gareth was going up to Florida to visit his grandma on the weekend. So he was kind of thankful he got kicked out of class… maybe he was asking for it, he didn’t care. Now he could stand out here and smoke in peace, rather than getting balls of paper with studpid drawings or dumbass notes thrown at his head for the rest of class.

Okay, scratch that, Eddie would prefer the bullying right now.

From here, he had a clear view of the outdoor basketball courts. They were shitty and dinged up pretty well, the hoop no longer had a net on it - save for a singular ratty old string hanging down - and there were marks all over the backboard. The courts were mostly used by the freshman during lunchtime for dumb basketball, and as a safe ground for the science class when things were too dangerous to stand near or if they’d swell up and explode.

But there, on the shitty courts, were Hargrove and Harrington. Two of the biggest dicks to ever grace the fine halls of Hawkins High. Eddie found their petty rivalry absolutely fucking hilarious.

One minute ‘King Steve’s sitting all high and mighty on his throne, pretty girl on his arm, and then in walks Billy and threatens everything he stands for.

Comedy fucking gold.

Though, Eddie did start to feel a little sympathy for Steve about it. After having his first real interaction with Billy - a quick deal at his own goddamned school locker - he realised how much of a cunt he was. And jeez, for Steve to be Billy’s main target, he’s gotta be going through it. And not only that, but it seemed to be getting worse after Steve got dumped by Nancy Wheeler. God, that was the talk of the school for weeks. And now Steve had lost his crown and was like… nobody. Steve was actually getting heckled in the halls now - nowhere near as much as Eddie, but still.

Yeah, maybe the little homoerotic rivalry between the two ‘Kings’ of Hawkins High wasn’t as funny as Eddie thought.

Eddie hated when people noticed him when he wasn’t actively seeking attention, but he kinda wished Steve would. He didn’t even look at Eddie when he’d jump up on cafeteria tables anymore - which is definitely not the reason why Eddie has made this a tri-to-quater-weekly occurrence or anything - nothing. He wouldn’t pay him any mind.

And yeah, okay, this was stupid. God it was so fucking stupid. Eddie knew that. He knew that better than anyone because why on fucking earth would the universe decide that Eddie the Freak had to trip and fall head over goddamn heels for Steve motherfucking Harrington?

What had Eddie done - in this life or the last - that was so horrible to have deserved this fate?

He hadn’t a clue. However, he did know it must have been utterly terrible because he’d been sporting these dumb feelings since Harrington's freshman year. Four years. For long years.

And for what?

He’s pretty sure they’ve spoken a total of (give or take) twenty words to one another in that time, and most of them would have been Eddie apologising for ‘accidentally’ bumping into Steve in the halls.

Okay, the crush was dumb, super fucking dumb. Steve was a popular straight jock. But at least Eddie didn’t fall for one of his bullies. Sure, Hagan gave him a hard time just about every day, but Steve didn’t give him a word of it. He’d either just stand there with a bitchy look on his face (which Eddie often thought about when daydreaming in class… or other times), bored out of his mind, waiting for Tommy to finish, or, he’d be standing there with the girl he’d claimed that week and would either talk to or suck face with her.

Eddie hated that last one.

A lot of the time Eddie would zone out on Hagans ranting and stare oogily at Steve kissing whatever girl it was and imagine Steve would just push her away and storm over to Eddie and just… just fucking grab him and slam their lips together. It’d be like in the movies, you know? With… with some dramatic love song like Dream Weaver or some shit playing in the background, and there'd be cartoon hearts in Eddie’s eyes and stars floating around their heads. And maybe Steve would shove him up against the lockers and kiss him like it was the only thing he’d know how to do, and then they’d peel away and look at Tommy and just laugh at him - because Eddie can definitely see that Tommy’s feelings for Steve ran a little deeper than the best friendship he claimed it was.

But that would never happen.

Steve has never- and would never kiss Eddie, passionately or not.

So now all he could do was stare.

He stared off at the basketball courts as Steve tried to steal the ball from Hargrove, watching the way his thick thighs moved in those tiny little shorts, the way his ass filled them out when he’d bend over, the way his biceps flexed when he’d managed to grab the ball and shoot, the way his hair would flop over his pretty eyes before it’d get swept back by his large hand that Eddie has also thought about… a lot.

When Hargrove shoved at Steve's chest (like a good damned toddler who didn’t get their way) so hard he went skidding to the ground, Eddie had to fight the urge to just run over there and punch Billy’s lights out - though, if he were to do that it could be justified with about a million other reasons, but he wasn’t looking for another detention right now - and cradle Steve in his arms. To check if he was okay. To kiss all the parts that hurt.

Lord, Eddie was so far gone over nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

He sucked on his cigarette and celebrated quietly to himself when Steve got back to his feet and shoved his shoulder aggressively into Billy’s before running to get the ball. He watched them fight over it again, and couldn’t help his smile as Steve made one of those goal things. You know… the one that’s made from the middle of the court. The big one. He couldn’t help the little blush in his cheeks as he watched Steve do a little happy dance, the wriggle of his hips as he shook his fists like he was holding maracas. Billy was not happy, and that seemed to make Steve even more proud.

It made Eddie proud.

Jesus.

Why was he so set on this asshole?

Why couldn’t he like someone a little more in his own league? I mean, he still probably wouldn’t get them then either, but he’d at least have a chance.

You know the worst part about this is Steve's tendency to be a little bit of a whore. Because like, he gets around. Skull Rock - that was once Eddie’s escape and eventually smoking spot - was only deemed the ‘hookup spot’ after Steve took multiple girls there within the span of a month. So, like, Eddie has to see him with girl after girl after girl every week, and know that he’d never be one of those girls.

He was a little ashamed to know that he’d spent a good few nights crying himself to sleep over it.

It was hopeless, this crush. It was helpless too. Steve was beautiful. The most handsome man Eddie had ever seen, and always had been, and yeah he was an asshole - so was Eddie - but he wasn’t a cunt.

Eddie didn’t understand why it stuck around so long.

He sighed and sucked on his cigarette again, blowing the smoke out as he smiled at Steve's little happy dance one more time. Right as he was crushing the butt of his cig with his sneaker, Steve turned his head and looked at him.

The smile that still lingered on Eddie’s lips dropped in an instant, and he swallowed the lump in his throat and ground his sneaker into his cigarette one more time so Steve would know he was out here for a smoke and not to perv… even though he definitely was.

Steve flashed him a small smile, the smile that he flashed teachers or past hookups or casual friends or just people he knew in the halls, and nodded his head once as a sort of ‘hey’, his hands perched on his hips as it was happening, his hair flopping back down over his eyes. He flicked his head back to clear his vision again, and then he turned back to Billy without so much of a second thought and crouched into ready position to get the ball again.

Oh.

That’s why. That’s why Eddie’s crush had never ended.

Because every so often Steve would give him one of those ‘I know you, hey’ nods, or a tight lined ‘I just realised I was walking past someone I know’ smiles, and Eddie would melt.

Eddie would melt so much because no one with Steves status would give those to Eddie. And he knew he was scraping for crumbs right now but that… oh, he recognised Eddie and he said hey, and- Oh, fuck! Eddie didn’t do it back… again.

Jesus, he never fucking does. Always too distracted by Steve’s pretty features and the fact that he noticed him.

Maybe Steve did notice him, sometimes.

Eddie just wished Steve would see him too.

super late submission but whatever :) it's in before it's over and that's all that matters to me rn lol.

read Day Two here

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two less lonely people in the world (part 3)

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pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

genre: fluff, angst, unrequited love

summary: you’d do everything for your best friend even if it means your heart getting broken.

A/N: here’s part 3! just so you guys know, this will follow after the events of what happened in the series. and also, this will be a slow burn (maybe very slow) but i promise it will be worth it, hopefully 🤞🏼. send in your feedbacks on this part and let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist 💙

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Steve rushes in to the restaurant, he’s ten minutes late on his first date with Nancy. He spots her sitting at one of the tables at the corner and he quickly approaches her. “I’m so so so sorry for being late” he sits down in front of her and catches his breath, wiping a few beads of sweat off his forehead. Nancy giggles softly causing Steve’s heart to do a summersault, “don’t worry about it. I also just arrived anyways, guess we both came later than the planned time”. He sighs in relief and they start to order their food.

Steve would often wipe his sweaty palms over his jeans, he was nervous as hell and he wants to impress Nancy. He takes a huge sip of his water in attempt to hydrate his dry mouth, “you know, I was actually surprised you asked me out. I thought you and Y/N were dating” she speaks up.

“Uh no, she’s my best friend” he replies. Nancy rests her chin on her palm, “since when?” she asks, interested in your friendship.

Steve relaxes once he sees Nancy’s invested look, “well, we’ve been friends since we were like 7 or 8? We’re neighbors and unfortunately, we both have shitty parents and they’d leave us alone for business trips and other stuff”

“You know, we became friends when she rang my door and offered me this ‘cake’ she made. It was just the plain ones you buy at the grocery and she just threw in a bunch of sweets on top of it. Thankfully it was edible” he laughs at the memory, he remembers it clear as day - how messy you looked as you handed him the so-called cake, chocolate still on your tiny sticky fingers and he didn't complain even one bit, he was starving that time. “And the rest is history. Our parents are still shitty though, guess money’s more important than their own kids”.

The night went on and they both have loosen up. Nancy also talked about her parents, how her dad is just physically there and does the bare minimum as a father. How she thinks that they don’t truly love each other, just got married due to the circumstances. They know more about one another and Steve just fell harder each time he learns something new about her. He just adores the way her eyes light up whenever she talks about her interests and dreams in the near future, how she laughs at all of his jokes, and how she listens to him with so much attention.

He’d mention you every chance he gets and Nancy couldn't help but wonder, did they really not date? not even a fling?. She’s not bothered though, she could tell how much Steve is interested in her - in fact, she actually wants to befriend you, you seem like a kind person based on Steve’s stories.

"I’ll introduce you to Y/N tomorrow, I just know you’ll like each other”

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You lean on one of the lockers as you wait for Steve to get his things for the next class, “so how did your date go?” A huge smile forms on his lips, “more than great”. You pat his shoulder, “I told you she’ll like you” you say, giving him a proud thumbs up.

Nancy spots you and Steve, she pulls Barbara with her as she approaches you both. “Hi” she says, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, causing Steve to freeze. You feel some sort of pang in your chest at the sight, but you just smiled and raise your eyebrows as you tease your blushing best friend. “Oh yeah, so this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Nancy” he introduces you to each other. Nancy gasps and points at the book you’re holding, “I’m also reading To Kill A Mockingbird! what chapter are you in?” she asks with enthusiasm.

“I’m in chapter 5, I just started last night. What about you?”

“I’m about to finish it. I promise you, you’ll love it”

The bell rings and you and Nancy walk ahead, talking about the book and giving recommendations on what to read next. She also introduced you to her best friend, Barb and they’re both just the kindest people you’ve ever met. Nancy’s such a nice person, no wonder Steve likes her so much - she’s so friendly and comfortable to be with.

Steve watches as he follows closely behind, he’s so happy. The two most important people in the world to him goes along.

Suddenly, two figures stop in front of you - it’s Tommy and Carol, “so Steve we still up for tonight?” Tommy asks.

“Yup. You guys should come along” Steve invites you three.

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You were soaking wet, a towel wrapped around you, slightly shivering whenever someone passes by you as the wind from their movement sends goosebumps over your skin.

Tonight wasn’t enjoyable as you thought it would be: first of all, there’s Tommy and Carol, you don’t even understand why Steve’s friends with them. Second, Nancy and Steve are in their small little bubble, you can’t help but feel out of place and well, lonely since your best friend and his girlfriend just said one word to you ever since you got there and from then on, it seems like your existence was never really there.

“Where are you going?”

You snap out of your daze when you hear Barb speak up, she looks disappointed. Steve goes ahead and straight up to his room, you could feel the air around Nancy and Barb tense up, “you said, y-you promised., you won’t do this” she adds, hands motioning over Steve’s bedroom door.

You eyes grow wide at her statement and quietly rush back outside to the pool, they’re planning on sleeping together - the mere thought of it just makes your heart shatter and your eyes to tear up. You were starting to feel frustrated and regretful. What would have happened if I just told him how I feel before?

You shook your head, cursing at yourself for almost letting your emotions get the best of you.

You dip your feet on Steve’s pool and indulge yourself in your own mind.

“Hey” Barb says from behind. You give her a soft smile as she sits down beside you, you notice the change in her aura - she’s not bubbly like a while ago at school, “something wrong?” you ask, concerned.

“Well, Nancy just told me to go home” she replies, followed by a soft chuckle to hide the hurt in her tone. You put a hand on her arm and sigh, “if it makes you feel any better, my best friend didn’t even talk to me”. Barb meets your eyes and purses her lips, “maybe that’s what love does to you. You forget the people around you” she shrugs and you follow along.

You and Barb start talking about other things to distract yourselves from the loneliness you felt tonight. You both talked about how you and your best friend met, some hobbies, and pet peeves - she was kind, a caring friend, and gives off a warm energy to the people surrounding them.

You both fall into a comfortable silence and your eyes land on Steve’s bedroom window, him and Nancy were inches apart, eyes filled with adoration, love, and a hint of lust. Your breath hitches and quickly look away. “So, uhm, Barb, I’m gonna get going now, there’s still school tomorrow. You can come with me if you like, my home’s just a few steps away” you offer.

“No, thanks. I’m planning on heading back home anyways”

“Oh, alright then. It was really nice talking to you by the way. Drive safely, I’ll see you tomorrow”

You bid each other goodbye and walk out. You can’t bear seeing Steve and Nancy together and like that, you just can’t help but have some bitterness inside of you.

You take one last look at Barb and give her a smile, happy that you’ve made a new friend - knowing that you’ll have someone to be with while your best friends stay in their small world.

But what you didn’t know is that this may be the last time you’ll see Barb ever again.

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