#I just remembered when I was in second grade my teacher was gone for a week or two
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Day 6
No Refunds or Exchanges by badwolfbadwolf - (Rating: Mature, Words: 18,916, sterek)
Stiles is the newest deputy in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, and has maybe just been a little in love with Derek Hale since Stiles had made a fool of himself in front of him at the SD summer picnic a few years ago. Being married to him—only for the sake of not getting deported—is going to suck in new and unusual ways.
Survival of the Species by Lissadiane - (Rating: Explicit , Words: 19,370, sterek)
“I think I’m dying.” Nothing makes sense – and now Derek has left him.
“No, Mr. Stilinski,” Deaton says grimly, rooting around in his special cupboard of herbs and remedies. “I’m afraid not. You’re merely suffering from a biological imperative to bear your alpha’s children and strengthen the pack.”
Stiles considers that for a moment, as best he can with his mind a hazy mess, and then he says quietly, “I think that might be worse.”
“So, so much worse,” Scott agrees.
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In which Derek's pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha's children.
Imagine Me And You by callunavulgari, hiza-chan (callunavulgari) - (Rating: T, Words: 16,080, sterek)
“My name,” the kid tells Derek, sounding amused. “It’s Stiles. I figure if I’m going to wrestle a complete stranger for a pumpkin the least I can do is offer my name afterwards.”
“Stiles,” Derek tries, testing the way the name sits on his tongue. “I’m Derek.”
“Derek,” Stiles breathes, like he’s testing the weight of the name too. He grins, bright and blinding, which Derek guesses means that he likes the sound of it. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but since we almost got to second base a minute ago, I’d say we’re past that point.”
Bitten Saved Pack by TheRealDanniX - (Rating: T, Words: 7,488, sterek)
Gerard didn't just rough Stiles up. He was aiming to kill. Derek can't take that. Scott doesn't like how Derek fixes it.
*nobody dies
All Coming Back, Like It Was Never Gone by LadyDrace - (Rating: T, Words: 2,756, sterek)
Stiles and Derek spend a summer looking for Boyd and Erica. During that summer they're... something. Something that never becomes much of anything.
But then, years later, it all comes back.
Point me where my life begins by Gotta_seduce_the_Rainbow - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 39,430, sterek)
When Derek wakes up without his memory, he is left with nothing but a note he wrote himself. He no longer remembers anything personal, not himself, not anyone else.
The note is pointing him towards the town Beacon Hills and once he is there, he is greeted by strangers telling him “Dude, I didn’t know you’re back in town”, which is confusing. Apparently, he grew up in Beacon Hills, but left a few years ago without telling anyone about it.
There is this one stranger, who calls him dude and has the most amazing scent. Derek might just want to start his new life here. With this person.
Stupid Over You by Wolfspurr - (Rating: T, Words: 10,461, sterek)
It's a Friday night, and instead of enjoying any of the numerous things he'd rather be doing, Stiles has been roped into dinner with his dad at the Hale's. On the plus side, Derek Hale will be there. On the minus side, Derek Hale will be there, and Stiles already has a hard enough time not making an ass of himself in front of the hottest guy in school. There's no way this can end well.
the shape of my heart by Winchesterek - (Rating: Mature, Words: 4,807, sterek)
Stiles never thought he'd meet someone like Derek. Someone that was in a similar situation as he was - raising kids that weren't biologically his. It was even wilder because Derek was his god daughters first grade teacher and she was best friends with Derek's niece and nephew.
And Derek was hot. So hot that Stiles couldn't help ogling him every time they spent any amount of time around each other, including play dates and lunch in the school cafeteria with their kids. So Derek asking him out for Valentine's Day? That was just icing on the cake. Plus, Stiles was already head over heels for him.
My Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous - (Rating: T, Words: 7,654, sterek)
“If he wants to mate Stiles, why not let him?” Jackson asked, ready to part with Stiles if need be.
“Because if I did that, I’d be demoting Lydia,” Alpha Stilinski replied.
“We don’t even know how good of a Beta he is,” Lydia countered, bristling some that her status was being challenged.
“That’s because he’s not a Beta,” Alpha Stilinski stated. “He’s an Alpha.”
A Divine Move by alikatastic - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 2,138, sterek)
After Derek died, Peter was the one to let Stiles know. Stiles rushed to Beacon Hills to attend Derek's funeral and take care of Eli. When Peter takes Stiles to the Nemeton to show Stiles what happened, they make a discovery. Derek was trapped in the nemeton. All they had to do was pull him out.
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Log date 510: today human Max is not here and that is disappointing as I have tremendous amounts of fun when he is here
Log date 511: human Max is still not here, maybe he is sick? I will ask Giver what helps humans get better when sick and then have my drone deliver it to him!
Log date 515: …human Max is still not here and it is the end of the week as he would call it…I miss him
Log date 518: Human Max is here! I have missed him greatly for he is the most fun one! We will play catch and build and draw and, and…human Max is sad today…
Log date 520: He is still sad. He plays catch and draws and builds but is still sad…this is not fun for me. He is not fun.
Log date 522: ….human Max lost his Giver. His Giver was hit by a transportation vehicle and died in the medical bay. He couldn’t say good bye as he is here and she was light years away in Earth…
Log date 522-b: I told Human Max he is not fun. That he is sad. He lied and said he was okay and forced a smile. I told him he is my favourite because he is the most fun but it’s okay to not always be fun… I asked him about his Giver and he told me stories of her. Soon everyone sat down to hear the stories and still stayed when he cried.
Log date 523: Human Max will be gone for a while until he is better. I miss him because he is fun but I want him to be better because I have the most fun when he is feeling well. He lost his Giver and that will take a while for him to be okay…and I will wait patiently for that
#I just remembered when I was in second grade my teacher was gone for a week or two#I missed her cause loved her and even called her mom a few times#When she came back she was trying her best to not cry and told us she was gone bc of what happened to someone important to her#He died in a car crash and that was why she wasn’t there for so long and may stay home for a bit longer#And I just remember feeling so sad bc I missed her and just learned about a terrible thing that happened to her and then I felt weirdly cal#Bc I missed her but I wanted her only come back when better. And I’m happy she told me and treated us like adults#The adventures of Kim and max running a space child care centre#humans in space
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downtown baby, chapter one.
i. professor suguru, the hot asshole. 𖤐
summary; you’re a pretty nerd in college. unfortunately, with the word nerd attached to your name, there’s usually one thing that comes to mind first. bullies. well, maybe you are being picked on a bit, just not by your classmates… but wait, your hot professors?
˚ ༘ ♡ ·˚ ༘ you never thought you’d go from nerd, to hot nerd— but a lot of things seemed to change the second you made it to college. who knew guys were so obsessed with a pretty girl in glasses? heck, surely not you. but, you couldn’t say you hated it all that much. you got a few benefits from it, and you weren’t being bullied.
you were on the school’s volleyball team, and you were a great player. you had a nice body, a little fame, and you were somehow able to balance your studies, on top of sports. you liked your college experience so far, and it was enjoyable— needless to say.
the only problem you had were unfortunately your professors.
your grades were up to par, you came to class on time most days, and you even did extra credit assignments when offered. you were starting to think you were being treated a little unfairly by your teachers, but there wasn’t any way to prove it. why did it seem like your grades were slowly, but surely dropping— despite how outstanding your work was?
so, here you were— thinking about your professor named; suguru. a rather handsome man who you had grown to despise. a bunch of the students had a crush on him, hell— even men. that gorgeous hair of his was usually tied up into a bun, though strands of hair that were too short usually slipped out, and resided against his forehead.
he had pretty slender eyes, a great athletic form— heck, he even smelled great and had good hygiene, and skin as far as you knew… still, you freaking hated him. you were starting to think he picked on you specifically, because you seemed to be the only one with this academic issue.
“you’re exaggerating, cutie. i’m sure he doesn’t hate you.” a male associate of yours said, who you hadn’t even remembered the name of. he had a hand pressed against the small of your back, that he rubbed thoroughly…
“i know he hates me. look at this!” you tell him, before grabbing a piece of paper from your bag. it showed your grade, and you scored an eighty-nine percent. “i was supposed to get a perfect score, yet that asshole keeps nitpicking my work. he didn’t even bother rounding my grade up to an a.”
the guy looks briefly at you, before licking at his lips. he had a lazy smile on his lips, and it was clear he wasn’t paying you any mind. “you’re so fuckin’ cute…” he mutters, before his eyes fell shut.
you sigh, getting up from your spot, and grabbing your things. that guy had paid for your lunch, but after that— your appetite was far gone. you decided it was time you took matters into your own hands. instead of hiding like you always did, you’d have to confront professor suguru yourself.
so, you head over to his classroom. you let your emotions get the best of you; and you ended up banging harshly against his classroom’s door. of course you’d regret it after, wincing in pain as you looked down at your acrylic’s. good thing you always got a short set, but shit they still hurt like hell.
shortly after all your knocking, the classroom door did in fact open. the pain from your hands suddenly seemed to fade away, and you’d quickly get your shit together as you looked up at the tall man; who towered over you with ease. maybe you should look into buying platform shoes, your low top converse weren’t doing you much good in height competitions.
professor suguru looked down at you; those eyes of his seeming to watch you intensely. there was something so… off about him. his gaze almost seemed predatory. you unknowingly trembled, the longer he stared— and for a second, you forgot why you were here.
“can i help you?” he’d ask, eyes unblinking as he watched you. that was right, you were here to complain about his horrible grading skills, and uncalled for pestering. how could you forget?
“u-um, yeah.” you stutter, quickly clearing your throat before you began to voice your complaints. “i’ve noticed my grades have been dropping, and i know i’m doing the work perfectly.” you start, hoping you hadn’t come off as cocky. well, you were being truthful. you were doing the work without flaws.
“is that so?” he’d ask, back pressed against the metal door behind him. he seemed to think for a second, before his lips curled up; just a bit. you almost didn’t notice it. did he find humor in this? “oh, i see. so you think i’m grading your work incorrectly?”
“i know you are.” you say, your voice stern, and harsh. it wasn’t a mistake, you fully intended to be rude. serves him right…
he seemed taken aback by your sudden outburst. he’d scoff shortly, eyes swishing down your frame. his gaze was cunning, and direct— he knew what he was doing. he was trying to intimidate you, and it was working.
“you have no idea what you’re talking about, little girl. maybe simmer down on the cockiness, and start double checking your work. maybe then you’ll see a positive change in your grades.” he’d insult, his fingers grasping roughly at your face. you’d squirm in his hold, though your attempts to slip away were rather futile.
“sir— let go of me!” your efforts to shout seemed useless, and his grip was firm. you hadn’t expected him to put his hands on you of all things. was this even allowed? what a rule-breaking asshole, you knew there was something up with him.
he’d soon release you, which was on such short notice. you’d stumble back, falling against the ground. this is so embarrassing. you thought, as you quickly gathered your spilled files, and folders.
professor suguru seemed humored by this, and he’d sort of kneel down to match your height, his warm breath fanning against your ear. he’d press a hand against your lower back, fingers slowly grazing the anatomy. unbeknownst to you, his eyes did sweep down your thighs, that were exposed because of how your skirt folded when you were bent.
he’d grab your cheeks once more; forcing your attention on him this time. he was so harsh, to the point where you could feel tears welling up in your eyes. if it wasn’t already obvious, he was inflicting a concerning amount of pain. “watch yourself. next time, i won’t let you off so easily.” he’d whisper, his face so close you could feel his breath fanning across your lips.
and then, he’d get up, and leave; the sound of his classroom door shutting quickly snapping you out of your thoughts. you’d sit up, bum pressed against your backpack that was also on the ground. you’d quickly wipe at your eyes beneath your lenses, not giving the tears time to drop.
“what an asshole…!” you’d curse, back pressed against the wall behind you.
chapter two link.
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Astro observations 《3》
Disclaimer : Not an astrologer, take it with a grain of salt, only for fun.
🫧 Asteroid Orma in 8th house might be the people to leave an impression of being hella reserved in a mysterious way. Like they might tell you a story and you will always feel like there is something more to it.
🪩 Mars in 3rd house people often say something offending without meaning to and regret the very next second. Trust me it's not their fault, they wanted to say something else and ended up saying something totally unexpected. They also feel guilty about it for days and feel sad that they might have come off rude for no reason.
🫧 Neptune conjuct ascendant, they are the real chameleons. They can mold themselves as per the situation demands. Ngl it comes handy sometimes. Like I remember when I was in 6th grade I was caught into a very serious matter but I pretended as if nothing happened and flew away. When the other guys rattled me out to the teacher, she said It's impossible that I was involved and that she doesn't believe them. She didn't hear a single word against me. Lol no, I wasn't her favorite student or something. It's just that I had maintained a certain reputation among different sect of people as per my own convenience. Call it manipulation if you want, if that doesn't explain the planet itself.
🪩 Pluto trine Lilith, it's not always sexuality that comes to the mind when we hear about these folk. Lilith here is aware that pluto is her benefactor. But it takes time for her to feel comfortable in her own domain. She is powerful here and knows what she wants. Definitely won't take anyone's bullshit. Her transformation can be scary and ruthless if someone tries to pin her down.
🫧 Jupiter sextile Pluto have a deep interest in forbidden things. Learning things that often people consider taboo is their thrill. They may or may not share the knowledge but they are always resourceful about topics relatated to dark themes of life. Feel free to discuss anything with them, they won't judge you infact they will help you inhance your own boundaries. You will be surprised how normal they'll sound while talking about things that might trigger other people even if they have gone through the same.
🪩 The one guy I had a Aphrodite-Eros synastry with made me feel like...idk strange. I was on a constant pedestal. I cared a lot about him. His Eros conjucted my Aphrodite and I looked out for him a lot. There was a thick sexual tension but also comfort. He also made me get a taste of jealousy. Which I don't usually feel. I used to constantly compare myself with the girls he used to interact with. We were not dating but I just couldn't help but feel insecure. Not because of him....idk why I was acting like that when I knew I was pretty enough.
🫧 Mars opposite Venus people get sudden mood swings from doing absolutely nothing to doing everything in next one hour. Oh and they'll do it again if it ain't asthetically pleasing to the eye.
🪩 Sun sextile Saturn, trust me they do know how to control themselves and take things with a grain of salt. Their ego is well maintained and not fragile unlike others. Very understanding and real mature people.
🫧 Sun sextile/trine Moon are the most compassionate and intuned with their selves. They know themselves better than anyone else. Also they always know exactly what they are feeling at any given time. Even if they are depressed at some point they won't give up easily.
🪩 Neptune negatively aspecting Saturn, dreaming big is easy, isn't it? But when you start implanting those dreams in real life your dreams remain dreams only. Don't worry though. It's a lesson. Don't give up, try harder. Dream as big as you want but at the end of the day remember to open your eyes and start afresh with new motivation. And please don't listen to those who tell you to quit it down. Your dreams are not weird or impossible or too much. Those people are just jealous because of how big your ambitions are and how far you are willing to go for it. Don't restrict your imagination for someone else. Believe yourself, you can do it!
🫧 Pluto in 10th house solar return chart can indicate a huge change in academic life or anywhere you are working at. For better or worse you better take precautions before hand. I am having it this year with mars in 3rd house and trust me from an above average student my grades are becoming poor. If I were to describe my graph I can see it coming downhill like a water slide which is creating quite an impression on my parents as well as my teachers. Note the sarcasm.
🪩 Saturn in 7th house could indicate having no interest in relationships at first or people being afraid to ask you out but when you grow up, settle well, you find yourself looking for your better half, resulting in either meeting them late or doing an arrange marriage.
🫧 Saturn opposite ascendant are the people who often get told that they look unapproachable on first glance. Kind of the 'out of league' vibe surrounds them. Which is not always true but I have noticed people do think twice before approaching them. These sweeties are also damn soft on the inside but for only those who do dare to talk to them. They rarely take the initiative themselves. But come ask help from them and they will risk their lives for you.
🪩 Mercury aspecting chiron could indicate healing your wounds by diving into the world of books. You might like to read or write journals when you are feeling down. There might be a small diary or pages that you have written when you were at your lowest. Its also possible that you start writing a novel or something to help you voice out your pain through written words.
🫧 Sun conjuct asteroid Medusa. Damn! You could have curly hair or hairs that are a lot wavy, thick and voluminated. Highly blessed in hair department. Many people might have praised you or complimented on your hair from a very young age. This could also indiacte a lot of body hair. From top to bottom you have body hair and trust me its not a bad thing. Its a blessing of being powerful, embrace it. It's just a hunch but some may have complimented you on that too.
🪩 Mars in 3rd house can't watch porn without audio or no communication during the deed. They always want to hear the sounds, no, they NeeD to hear the sounds raw! Only visuals is boring for them just as adding some weird music to the video. No, its not creating the mood, its ruining my experience, pls stop it.
🫧 You don't wanna hear someone moan who has their personal planets conjucting asteroid Sirene. Trust me you will get addicted. Its insane and I am not bluffing. Their voice may or may not be as addictive in general but in bed? Or when they want to take something from you? You will be trapped even before you blink. It's dangerous.
🪩 What's with Taurus Mars and Laziness? So much potential and still they study few hours before exam, complete assignments few minutes before submission and still have the audacity to say they will easily pass. Like bro if that's how you pass then I can't imagine how you will top....
🫧 Moon in 4th house people are highly invested in family matters. Family comes first to them and then the rest. The kind of people to tolerate an unhappy married life for the sake of their kids because they can't see their family being split apart.
🪩 Mars aspecting Pluto. It doesn't matter if it is positively aspected or negatively aspected, there is a lot of pent up frustration and anger issues underneath this placement. If provoked or underdeveloped could result in a very sudden and violent rage from this person. Better to leave them alone in such situations.
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she/her pronouns cuz i'm feelin it. just gojo lovin' his partner.
"if you're going to ask for dating tips from anyone, don't let it be gojo," megumi mutters.
itadori raises his eyebrows in genuine surprise at his classmate's comment, "why? he and y/n have been together for years!"
megumi places down his bottle, grabbing his sword which he put down after gojo called an impromptu break from combat. why was that? well, it's because he saw you walking towards him and decided nothing else was more important.
the duo watches as you approach their teacher in the middle of jujutsu high's expansive field, gojo's mood turning even chirpier with your arrival. there's nothing short of a big grin on your expression too, but it drops the moment the white-haired sorcerer places dramatic, unabashed kisses all over your face. the way his arms wrap around you is a telltale sign of the copious amount of love he holds for you.
megumi sighs at the sight he knows all too well- there's no room to be disgusted anymore, "he got lucky."
"that's a little harsh, fushiguro," nobara pipes in from the other side of the dark-haired who merely shrugs, "although in retrospect, it is unbelievable that someone like him landed someone as amazing as y/n."
itadori cuts in momentarily, "i guess it's cause our teacher has game, don't disrespect him."
"he begged y/n to go on a date with him for multiple consecutive years. i remember he ended up on his knees when she finally agreed."
nobara hummed, "that makes sense."
the first years couldn't hear what you were saying but they could definitely see the way you were currently scolding gojo (jokingly?) and the way he held onto your every word. he says something that gets you flustered and without another moment wasted, you leave him behind to go up to the first years.
gojo trails behind you, taking his place behind you with his arm around your waist.
"y/n!" itadori greets enthusiastically, "hello!"
the three wave at you.
"hi yuji, megumi, nobara, what's up?" you ask with a polite smile.
"we're in the middle of combat training but gojo," nobara says, stressing her teacher's name with a pointed tone, "got distracted."
with an apologetic look, you murmur, "that's my bad, sorry. i'll let you get back to training-"
"actually, i was hoping for some combat tips from you," megumi interrupts.
"me too!" nobara exclaims, a glimmer in her eyes that only seems to manifest when you're the one that's teaching her. that fact definitely doesn't hurt gojo.
the special grade sorcerer sighs, "go ahead, just steal my students like you did with my heart."
you laugh lightly, "sorry 'toru, i'll cook your favourite tonight, 'kay?"
he nods, absolutely enchanted by you, "m'kay."
itadori remains silent whilst gojo watches you walking away, going over to the two younger sorcerers instead.
"what bliss," sighs gojo.
"how did you get y/n to date you?"
"oh, i still can't believe i got the first date!" gojo exclaims, a little too happily for the words he just confessed, "let alone eight years!"
"eight? weren't you classmates before that too?"
"yup, been lovin' y/n since second year!"
itadori takes another moment to examine how awestruck his teacher is whilst watching you guide megumi and nobara, somehow knowing their cursed techniques better than they do. he wonders if he should have gone with you too.
"that's kinda sad."
"yeah, but i don't think i have anything to be upset about. she could kick my ass."
itadori glances at his teacher with a confused expression, "but she has before."
"exactly!"
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If I were a good man / I'd understand the spaces between friends
(König × Reader)
I'm a sucker for a childhood friend AU, but combined with the obsessed, loyal dog AU? I'm gone. I'm further than gone.
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König isn't the type of man who believes in superstitions, but he'll never buy you shoes.
It's something that's been engraved in him, since he saw his mother leave the house, with the shoes he bought for her. She only looked over her shoulder once, watching him with tears before she turned away, and never came back.
His father was an angry man, and all he did when he went to an empty home was to blame him.
The scars that his father left on his body weren't as painful as the wound that his mother left in his heart. She abandoned him. Leaving him with an angry man in the house.
Sometimes, when he wasn't busy loathing, and resenting his mother, he brood over the choices that she made. Why she abandoned him. Why she didn't take him with her.
Yet what came was an echo, and he found himself biting his lip until it bled.
He carried his feelings around, to the point that it's clear for anyone to see. People began to avoid him, though some of them would tease him for the things he didn't have.
And all of them would end up with a broken bone.
He was trouble. He was hideous, inhuman, and it's only natural for people to look away from him.
That was, until he met you.
It was horrible for both of you, since you both were like oil and water. But you had no choice, since the teacher assigned you as a volunteer to help him with his grade.
He didn't hide his vexation when you tutored him, and he knew you're holding back your irritation inside. It was hell, but it was him who fed the fire. You were patient, but you had your limit. He knew it'd come to an end someday, but it came not in the way he expected.
It was the fifth day of your lesson, and the day you resigned as a volunteer. He couldn't remember exactly what he said, but it made you snap as you slam your fist on the table.
"I'm sorry that you have a shitty life and sorry your mother left you, but have you ever been kind to your mother when she's still around?"
He snapped back at her, telling her it's none of her business, but when she left him, something clicked in him.
Have you ever been kind to your mother?
Just like the wind, she swept away the mess, letting him see what's underneath. It's not always an echo, it's not always a wall, he just needed to take a step back and see.
It was disorienting, as if he had learnt something forbidden—something that's only reserved for the watcher in the sky. But he did, and it's all because of her.
Have you ever been kind to your mother?
Have you ever been kind to the one who held your hand?
You held his hand, you pulled him from the dark place, and all he did was to make you leave. Just like what he did to his mother.
Several days after the fight, he came to you with a silence that's strange. You thought he was possessed when he muttered out the word sorry.
"I'm sorry." He mused as he kept his face turned from you.
You heard your friends gasping, while you tried to make sense of the situation.
"Sorry?"
"Should I get on my knees when I apologize?"
"No—" Your eyes widened when he hunched down, "Of course not! Let's uh, let's talk somewhere else. You and I."
You pushed him out of the crowd, and into the empty room. In the space full of unfinished art, he confessed his mistakes, and all the things that he did wrong to you. You gaped at him when he bowed down, with a honesty that you didn't know existed.
He was given a second chance when you accepted his apology, and he saw it as a way of repentance.
The two of you became friends, despite of the strange dynamics that you both shared. Your friends teased you when he's around, saying that he's more of a guard dog than a friend. You'd explain in fluster that it's not true, that he just wasn't used to having someone around, but he didn't deny it. He did follow you around after all.
When you helped him with his study, he quickly found that he's weak academically—except for history. He didn't know what drew him into the topic, but he's always fascinated by great events, including war.
Perhaps that's the reason why he joined the military.
When he told you about his plan, you were quiet as you listened.
"I'm glad you've found your way," You commented, "You'll certainly fit in in no time."
He looked at you, as he sensed a continuation.
"But…" You sighed, as you rubbed your neck, "I just… don't want you to get hurt. You've suffered enough, and I don't want you to go through it again." You shook your head, before giving him a smile, "But it's your future, I don't have a say in this."
The silence filled the room as you looked away, and he kept his eyes on you, before he reached out to touch your hand. "It's the only thing I knew I'd do it right. I don't have any talent, and I don't live a normal life, so," He squeezed your hand, "It's the only way for me."
You pressed your lips into a thin line, as you didn't say anything further.
The night he's leaving for the army, he walked aimlessly, before his feet carried him to your home.
Your window was closed, and the lights were dimmed. You might’ve been sleeping, but he wanted to see you for the last time. He picked up a pebble by his boot, and threw it to your window. Carefully, as to not break the glass.
That was the only time he's been the softest. In his hand, everything breaks. But that night, the window didn't shatter.
You peeked through the curtain, before you pushed it open upon seeing his face. You stare at him, dumbfounded, as you asked him the obvious question.
"What are you doing here?" You hissed.
"I wanted to see you." He replied.
"It's late, my parents will kill you if they see you here."
"Won't be a problem."
You were ready to scold him, before he suddenly jumped, and grabbed on your window railings. You closed your mouth as you watched him climb, before he landed on your floor.
"You're crazy."
"I've heard it a million times."
"No, you're really crazy. You're insane, mad, not—"
"—right in the head?" He grinned, "Call me something else."
You let out a long sigh, as you pressed your hand against your forehead.
"Alright." You huffed, "Why are you here? Are you trying to scare me before you leave?"
"I told you I wanted to see you."
"And why did you want to see me?" You tilted your head, "Is this a goodbye?"
"No." He replied as he leaned against your window, "I wanted to say thank you."
You raised your brow when he said it.
"I'd still be in the dark if I never met you." He told you with ease, as if it wasn't a confession of the heart, "Thank you. I mean it."
He didn't say anything, as the words sinked into you. Your face softened, as the tension melted away from your body. He was surprised when you pulled him into a hug, but didn't utter any complaint.
"I'm happy for you." You murmured against his chest, "Write me a letter, okay?"
He said yes to a promise he never fulfilled.
It's not that he didn't want to write to her, he just thought that it's never good enough. He wasn't good at talking, moreover retelling his day in a letter.
It didn't mean he carried no guilt in his heart. It was a promise, something that he should've kept after all. But his days were terrible, he was terrible.
He couldn't pass the sniper's test, he made several mistakes in the missions, and he couldn't make any friends. It was when he's away from you that he began to appreciate your company. You put him at ease, and he never felt the need to hide himself. He could say what he wanted, and you'd just scold him if it's wrong, but you didn't leave him. You didn't treat him like a plague.
Sometimes when he felt weary, he'd imagine you beside him, telling him about your day instead. He wondered what you're doing, and how you're feeling that day. He wondered if you're reading a new book, or you're getting ready to sleep. It comforted him when he kept the phantom of you by himself.
He didn't count the day, and he just let it pass. One or two times, he thought of you when it's holiday. He wanted to go back, but he didn't have home anymore. He left it the day he went to the military, never to return.
He always hoped you'd send a letter to him, telling him about your thoughts, even the most insignificant. He wanted to hear from you, just so he knew you're still thinking of him.
Unfortunately for him, he heard about you from other people.
He was on a rescue mission when he met his former classmate, the one he broke his nose in a fight. He spoke to him like a friend, and treated the incident as something that's in the past. He told him about the school, and the update about their classmates.
That's when he found out about your relationship.
He didn't hear the rest of it, as his ears were ringing. He knew you weren't his, but he couldn't help but feel betrayed. Was that the reason why you never wrote to him? Because you're too busy with your boyfriend?
That day, he almost failed the ops because he went on a rampage.
It was supposed to be a quiet mission. Secure the site, and escort the hostages out. But he rammed through the door, and killed everyone on sight. Though he didn't harm the hostages. He received a penalty from his General, and he's never again received a delicate mission.
But he's a strong man, he could easily take down the whole squad if he's angry enough. His anger was just like his father's, violent, and combustible, and it was a boon in volatile battlegrounds.
It earned him a higher rank faster than his peers. Since he was efficient, despite of him destroying everything in his wake.
Years went by, and he began to forget about his hometown. Until one letter arrived, informing him about the death of his father.
It had been foreseen, since the amount of alcohol he consumed could rival the sailor's.
He didn't want to go back, but he had to tie up loose ends if he wanted to be completely free from his father.
His hometown was still the same, except for a few stores that had closed, and a few of the new ones. His house didn't undergo any change, it's still messy, with bottles and bottles scattering around the floor.
His father died on the sofa in the living room, and he could still see him there, sitting down, drinking himself to death. There's no longer an angry man in the house, but his rage still lingered in the room. As if refusing to pass.
They said when you're worn out, you'd seek comfort just as you seek fire in the winter. So when he walked out of the house, aimlessly and unthinking, he found himself striding to your house, unconsciously.
He's never a lucky man, but that day, the Goddess smiled at him. You were just about to leave when you saw him by the gate. He saw your frowned, before your eyes lit up as you recognized him.
"I told you to write me letters, you bastard."
He opened his mouth to answer, but you already pulled him into a hug, interrupting him from replying.
"Welcome back." You told him as you squeezed his arms.
Since then, he has spent more time with you more often. Whether by talking, or enjoying each other's company. She helped him with the paperwork, as he was busy with his father's burial. When it's all over, he told her his desire to sell the house.
You opposed it at first, before he explained that he's planning to move his home. His house was old, and there's several new apartments around. He was alone, and he wouldn't stay for long, so a little room would be enough for him.
He ended up buying a smaller house, for you he was convinced that he'd find the use for it someday. And he did, he did find it when he looked at you.
But he was afraid. Afraid that you'd reject him despite of your current status. You weren't dating anyone at that time, and it should be easy for him to enter your life. Yet all he offered, was for you to use the house.
"I'll be gone for months, so I need someone to take care of the house." He said, "Why don't you live there? It's closer to your college, isn't it?"
It was a good offer, but you refused it politely. Saying that it's not necessary, that you didn't need that. The next morning, he went back to the base, feeling dejected, wondering if he should've been braver.
This time, he kept his promise. He wrote letters to her, although it'd take about 3 months before he could write more than five sentences. Sometimes they'd talk through phones, and he'd listen to your rambles about your day. When he talked, he mostly told her about his job. He was cocky about it, but you pulled him down to the ground somehow. He didn't realize it, until all of his teammates pointed it out to him.
He didn't come back at Christmas, and he spent his time lounging around the empty base. You were busy that day, but you made time to call him in the evening. It was short, but it was the nicest thing someone ever did to him. And when you hung up, he stared at the phone for minutes, wondering if he should've just gone home instead.
When you graduated from college, he took his day off to attend the ceremony. You were surprised, but glad nonetheless. Your family was present as well, and they shot him funny looks every time you talked to him. It wasn't until your father leaned in to talk, that he found out the reason for it.
If he said that he should stay away from you, he'd believe it. But the way he spoke, and—Lord help him—implied that you're interested in him almost sounded like a ruse. He stared at your old man as if he's gone mad, but when he turned his head towards you, his heart was burning. How easy was it, to be consumed by greed upon hearing a just few words.
He wanted it to be true, he desperately wished it to be true. But once again, he left with his feelings kept.
He wanted to rip his hair off, as he screamed into the pillow. You liked him, didn't you? Wouldn't it be easier for him to ask you? To have you by his side?
In that moment, he swore to himself that he'd do it the next time you both met. Because he wouldn't forgive himself if someone else took you before him. So he swallowed his pride, and asked for advice.
He expected his teammate to laugh at him, but to his surprise, they were very eager to give him one. Though most of them strayed from the topic.
When he first flirted with you, his hands were cold, and if they were talking face to face, she'd be able to see how much of a mess he was. Even when you noticed the tremble in his voice, you didn't say anything. He only did it for a week, before he settled with calling you Schnecke.
It wasn't until he was listed for a long mission, that you called him for a question.
"Hey." He could hear the uncertainty in your voice when you muttered, "Does the offer still stand?"
He almost asked her for it, before the realization struck him.
It was about his house.
His body turned stiff, as he felt the warmth in his loins. He was silent, and you began to think that it was a bad idea.
"Forget it, you don't have to ans—"
"Yes." He breathed out, "Yes, it still stands."
From that day on, you began to live in his house. He had to send the key via mail, which arrived three days later, according to the letter you wrote for him.
It felt… strange, pleasantly strange, knowing that you lived under his roof, filling his house with your things. He'd feel his skin heated up, as he pictured you on his bed, sleeping. At night, he dreamt of you in the house. Just you and him, doing a mundane routine, and even in the middle of the battlefield, he still couldn't get the image out of his mind. But why should he? It was everything that he ever dreamt of.
When the long mission came to an end, he visited his commander's office to request a month off. His boss was perplexed, but it was soon granted, in exchange for his contribution in a Tier 2 mission.
It was past midnight, when he arrived at home. You must've been startled when he knocked on the door, since you opened it with the latch still intact.
You helped him with his things as he stepped inside, admiring how warm his house became. There were traces of you in the living room—an empty mug, a soft blanket, and several files that you worked on before you slept. You sheepishly told him sorry as you tidied them up, but he stopped you, telling you it's okay.
"It's already late, let's just sleep."
"Go on then, I'll sleep on the sofa."
"What are you saying?" He retorted, "Take the bed. I'm not letting you sleep here."
"I can't. This is your house."
"I don't care."
"I care." You frowned.
"Schnecke." He said with a sigh, "It's either me on the sofa, or we share the bed."
He didn't mean to say it, but the words slipped out of his mouth so easily, before he fully realized it. Your mouth hung open, and all of your protests died down in your throat. He'd be horrified of it, if it's not for a burst of confidence, and a portion of sleep-deprived that made him a bit braver.
"The bed is big enough for both of us." He added.
You were hesitant at first, but you agreed on it later on.
That night, he woke up to find the side of the bed empty. Panic rose from his chest, before he sucked up a breath to calm down. He stepped out of the bedroom, and into the living room.
He found you curling on the sofa, with the warm blanket around you. He let out a sigh of relief, before silently cursed at your little escape. He scooped you into his arms, as he carried you to the bedroom.
He could see your reluctance to share the bed with him, and he understood it. He's a man, and it'd be strange for you to sleep with him on the same bed. But still, it affected him in the way he's afraid of.
You apologized to him the next morning, when he climbed up to the bar stool to watch you cook.
"I didn't know you moved me to the bed. I'm sorry, it should've been uncomfortable for you."
"It's fine." He said as he stretched, which made his joints pop, "I've had worse."
"Still, it doesn't mean you can sleep on the sofa forever."
"I don't want you to sleep on the sofa either."
"Ugh." You groaned as you placed the breakfast in front of him, "If only we could afford another bed."
"We?"
You stopped on track, as he tilted his head.
"Th—" You faltered, "That's because it's our problem now. You don't want me to sleep on the sofa, and I don't want you to sleep there too. We're running in circles."
He let her have a moment, before he said, "We've figured out the solution, haven't we?"
You almost dropped your plate after hearing him speak, he observed you as your face turned red. "You must understand, I can't sleep with you on the same bed. That'd be… improper. And no, I won't let you sleep on the sofa either."
He watched you as you paced back and forth on the kitchen floor.
"Fine, we can sleep on the same bed. But we won't share the same blanket, alright?"
With that, the new rule had been set. You'd sleep on the left side, while he took the side near the wall. He used the fleece blanket, and you cocooned inside the thick bedcover. Outside the bedroom, he's the one who (begrudgingly) cleaned the house, while you took care of the food. They went to the grocery store twice a week, and they'd split the bills into two.
He quickly fell into the routine as he found the comfort of it. He enjoyed the domesticity of it, something that he never knew would fit him. Whenever they went out, he'd keep himself neutral while secretly reveled in the attention that people gave to them. He'd hold your bag, and open the door for you. He might’ve not realized it, but those gestures pushed their relationship into a strange territory—where you harbored a conflicted feeling, while he stayed blind to your frown.
Alas, everything had to come to an end. When it was time to go, he stood at the door as he teased you by asking where's his kiss. Your face turned red, and he chuckled when you stammered. He didn't expect anything out of it, but when you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, he found himself at loss at words.
Back at the base, everyone stared at him for wearing his sniper hood. But he'd rather people asking him about the mask, than the cause behind his flushed face.
As he promised, he was transferred to a new team for a difficult mission. It was a secret ops, consisting of retrieving an important document from a small terrorist group, and finding the leader's whereabouts. They've reviewed the plans several times, before they put their gears on.
When they breached the base, he was the one in the front line, with a technician beside him. They knew there'd be traps and bombs, and it should've been the technician's job to detect and disarm them. But when he barged into the main office, they missed a little bomb at the corner of the room.
He was the first to shout, and the one who took the damage. When the explosive was triggered, it went off with a deafening boom, sending shrapnels into the air.
They fulfilled the objectives, but they didn't minimize the casualties. While there's zero count in death, he and three other members suffered quite injuries.
When the doctor came, he knew he would deliver bad news. He cleared his throat, before telling him about the wounds on his face. It's quite possible that he'd suffer permanent scarring, from all the shrapnels that was dug into his skin.
He didn't know what to feel about it, except for the fact that you'd see him differently.
When he came home a half year later, his gut churned when you stared at him with wide eyes. He almost turned back, if not for your hand that reached out to him, while you softly spoke.
"What happened?" You mused, "Does it still hurt?"
He was quiet when you touched him, subtly shaking his head to reassure you.
"Oh…" You frowned as you traced the jagged scars on his cheek, "It must've been hurt."
It didn't hurt as much as he thought it'd be, but the way you looked at him that moment made him silent. He wondered if he denied it, he would end up with less amount of care.
You bought him an ointment the next day, and you told him to sit down as you put it on his skin. He told you it was unnecessary since he's healed, but you said it was for the scars.
He was moved, but troubled at the same time. The thing that you'd do and the length that you went through for him, it was… endearing, to say the least. But when you touched his face, you'd wince at the roughness of the new skin.
One night, when you spread the cream on his cheek, he asked,
"Do I look so hideous with the scars, that you want them gone?"
You stopped at your track, before you stared at him. "I don't think I understand what you're saying."
"You brought me ointment just to make them gone."
"You thought I was disgusted by them?"
He didn't answer.
"Look," You shook your head as you sighed, "I'm sorry if I offended you in any way, but whatever you thought about me is wrong. I—" You bit your lip, almost wanting to stop yourself from talking, "I just, I want to do something… for you. That's the least thing I could do."
He watched you look away, with a red flush creeped up across your face.
"Why?" He asked.
"Why?" You snorted, "Well, I don't know. I'm not gonna answer that."
"Do you like me, (name)?"
This time around, you were the one who stared at him.
"What are you saying—"
"Do you like me?" He repeated.
He left you speechless, tongue-tied for the question.
"(Name)."
You didn't flinch when he touched your cheek. For whatever reason, your head turned to him instead. While your eyes searched into his.
At that moment, he forgot about his doubts and went forward to kiss you. Something that he wished he'd done years before, in your bedroom, where he said his first goodbye.
You moaned against his lips, and he growled as he pulled your body into his arms. You didn't resist him, as his hand slid under your garment.
The next morning, he woke up to you on top of him, sleeping soundly, as you quietly snored against his chest. He'd thought he's still asleep, if not for the warmth of your skin against his. When he stood up, his head throbbed, as if he had a bottle of wine last night. While he wasn't drunk, he surely felt like he did.
For a moment, he couldn't remember anything, before the memories hit him all at once. The taste of your sweat, your sweet moan, and a shudder of bliss when he first came. It all came down to him like cold water.
He wasn't an innocent man, he wanted you from the start, but he knew that, once he had walked down the path, he'd have no way to return. The rage that he felt when you weren't his, and the impulse he had when you looked at him through your lashes, they were untamed. It was out of his control, and he's afraid that he'd hurt you with his obsessiveness.
But he couldn't help it. That's just his nature.
When you woke up, you found him on the side of the bed, staring at you. And you smiled at him, so sweetly, that he wished to lock it away from anyone's eye.
And when you kissed him that morning, he felt the exhilaration and the dread of free fall. Where he'd feel the sense of freedom before the gravity pulled him toward a grave. A grave that's reserved only for him.
At that moment, he knew he had to die before you. Because he wouldn't know what to do with himself when you left first.
König doesn't believe in an old wives' tale, but he'll take away your shoes if that means he'll keep you forever.
#cod#call of duty#cod mw2#konig x reader#konig cod#man. i wrote about him again#I don't even like him that much. but he has so much potential ughhhhh#anyway. it's not beta read so read at your own risk lmao#and yea. konig has a mommy issue#and daddy issues#and everything issues
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I feel like Steve's non-Upside Down friends definitely have a group chat for all their Steve-based conspiracy theories that's just filled with really off the wall excuses and tidbits that Steve's said - how panicked is the government agent-babysitter about it?
The first-year teachers definitely do, for sure!
The chat was originally called ‘The Steve Harrington Experience’ because every conversation with the man is something else, but they ended up changing it after Kathy pointed out that it made it seem like they all experienced Steve Harrington, ‘Sexually, u know?’
“Yes, Kathy…” Marissa said in an exasperated voice note. She must be driving. “You didn’t need to spell it out. We’re changing it.”
‘Not saying I’d be opposed 2 the experience,’ Kathy added helpfully in the group chat. ‘U see those trousers he wore yesterday. Not much left to the imagination there.’
‘Thank you, Kathy.’
The group chat was changed to the ‘Support Group for David’s Obsession’ which is just, haha. Funny. David is not obsessed with Steve Harrington. He just isn’t.
Sure, nothing about the man makes any sense.
And yeah, maybe David talks about that fact a little too much. Maybe he has asked the group chat probing questions about Christmas lights. Maybe he even made a dentist appointment with Edward Harrington, DDS just to make sure he wasn’t the Eddie Harrington they knew.
He wasn’t obsessed. He was just due for a cleaning.
The other day in the parking lot after work, Steve asked if David could see the license plate number on the white 2015 Mazda CX-3 that was circling the block. David read the number off for him and Steve wrote it down. He didn’t explain anything.
David texted the group chat about it, ‘Maybe he’s a spy?’
‘Do you think spy organizations sent out a lot of epileptic agents with service animals?’
‘Maybe the epilepsy is a cover.’
Kathy replied, ‘It’s not.’
David kinda hates how he only tunes in to the staff meeting about Career Day when Steve mentions that Erica can’t come. Something about pissing off her constituents by favoring a community in a state she doesn’t represent. Yada, yada, yada, “Dustin’s still coming though.”
“Dustin,” David repeats, feeling the amused way that Marissa is looking at him. He can’t even be bothered by Jordan hiding a smile in her hand. “Your brother is coming to Career Day?”
Steve beams, “Yeah, man. He comes every year.”
Kathy was a second-year teacher that was definitely here during last year’s Career Day. She could have mentioned it. David can’t even fully digest this information when Steve knocks his knuckles against the table and snaps his fingers, “Oh! My ex works for the paper. I’ll see if they can come.”
David somehow gets roped into finalizing the rest of the list of speakers for Career Day (i.e. they need to confirm if Steve’s people are going to be there and Cindy didn’t want to do it). When he stops by Steve’s classroom at the end of the day, he is surprised to find that Steve is not alone.
There’s low music playing from the corner of the room now that the students have gone home and Steve is at his desk grading papers. Eddie is standing at the board, drawing a dragon-like creature with dry-erase markers.
Eddie is humming along to the song on the radio, occasionally brushing his fingers along Steve’s shoulders when he reaches for a new color. It’s a cozy moment and he almost hates to interrupt, but David has leftovers in his fridge that he wants to get home to.
He knocks against the doorframe, “Steve, you have a minute?”
“Yeah, what’s up?” Steve asks, leaning back in his chairs far enough that his head brushes against Eddie’s back. “Babe, you remember David from the cookout?”
“The history teacher,” Eddie hums, distracted by his drawing. He erases a line of red from the fangs with his finger. “Stevie’s saying great things about you, kid.”
“I – wow, that’s – thanks! It means a lot! I, uh. I’m finishing up some things for Cindy and she just needs a confirmation on your people for Career….” David trails off when Steve makes a sound between his teeth like a hiss and gives him a big wide-eyed look. “…Day?”
Steve’s wide-eyed expression forms quickly into an innocent smile when Eddie turns to look at him, “Babe-“
“Career Day?” Eddie asked scandalized, hand to chest. “Career Day is coming up, Steven? I had no idea.”
Steve’s eyes flicker away from Eddie’s over to David’s and he says, “Yes. Yep, they’ll be here with bells on. Henderson and Wheeler. Just them.”
“Wheeler?” Eddie manages to sound even more scandalized. “Stevie, you – you invited Wheeler to Career Day and not your own husband? I have a career!”
“Yes, you do,” Steve says in a voice that’s a little too ‘second grade teacher’ to not be a little bit insulting. “And you’re amazing, and I love you, but they wanted people with career paths that didn’t start so…infamous?”
David starts inching out of the room because as much as he wants to know more about Steve, he doesn’t want to witness an argument he started. He’s almost to the door when Eddie says, “I worked for my success.”
“Yeah, I know,” Steve sighs like he’s remembering something awful. “If only there wasn’t a mob.”
David is out the door when he hears that and he pauses for only a second before pulling out his phone like, ‘what the fuck, guys????’
#Steve unknowing distressing everybody in one way or another#David’s just like ‘mob????’ and also like ‘I might have just caused an argument between a mobster and his spouse’#and Marissa is just like ‘no hun’#I don’t think the cia babysitter is aware of the gc because Steve isn’t watched too closely and also the gc doesn’t even know Eddie’s name#eddie munson tiktok saga#eddie munson#steve harrington
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This was meant to be a 200 word thing in case I don’t get my bigger fic for today finished but it ended up a little longer! I’m still hoping to get my longer fic finished as well but at least there’s this
Set during Steve and Eddie’s joint senior year; pre-slash and I guess it could be interpreted as bullying (not between Steve and Eddie)
605 words / rated T / for day three of @steddie-week hurt/comfort
Eddie hopes whoever invented dodgeball is burning in a hell he doesn’t believe in.
It’s not like he can’t—and doesn’t—give as good as he gets, throwing the balls as hard as he can back at the jock assholes who target him and the few other freaks in their grade. But all it takes is one second not paying attention and Eddie ends up with the beginnings of a black eye and an ache in his jaw.
Hagan high-fives one of his dickhead friends and Eddie flips them all the bird, grinning, hoping there’s blood on his teeth. There’s a metallic taste in his mouth, anyway.
He’s told to walk it off—“Walk off my face?”—which he does, right out of the gym, and out to sit on a bench until he figures it’s safe to go back to the locker room for his shit.
At least no one comes to drag him back in and, when he sees everyone else file out, he slinks back so he can change and grab his bag. He’s sitting on the bench, tying up his shoes, when a pair of sneakered feet appear in front of him.
“Here.” A hand thrusts something wrapped in a dishcloth under his nose.
He looks up to see Steve Harrington standing there, holding whatever it is out for Eddie to take. Eddie’s eyes narrow.
“It’s just ice.” Harrington waggles his hand. “Figured you could use some.”
Eddie stares a moment longer, then he takes the proffered wrapped ice. He’s pretty sure there’s no ulterior motive here and, anyway, Harrington’s never targeted him. Or anyone really. He mostly ignores Eddie, and Eddie mostly ignores him. “Where’d you even get this?”
“I have my ways.”
“That’s mysterious.” Eddie holds the ice to his face, hissing at the touch. There’s going to be a gnarly bruise later. When Harrington just stands there, Eddie adds, “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“Oh, yeah, don’t want to keep all my friends waiting,” Steve mutters, crossing his arms.
Eddie’s brow furrows. It’s been a while since he’s seen Harrington with his usual crew, not that Eddie pays that much attention. He thinks he’s still on the prom committee or yearbook or both. Whatever popular kids do. But, if Eddie thinks about it, he’s pretty sure he’s usually alone otherwise. It’s weird, but Eddie’s whole face hurts, and he just wants to go home.
Still, he’s got manners, so he says, “Thanks for the ice.”
Harrington shrugs one shoulder. “It’s cool.”
“Very. Frozen in fact.”
Harrington snorts, then he bites his lip. “Hey, uh… Don’t let those guys get to you. Tommy’s an asshole.”
“I know. And I don’t.”
“Okay.”
A strange silence hangs over the locker room and Eddie’s not entirely sure what’s happening.
And then Harrington says, “Anyway, just… “ looking at Eddie. He picks up his bag, slinging it over one shoulder. “Remember to dodge next time.”
Eddie gives a little salute, which gets the ghost of a smile from Harrington and watches him walk out the locker room. He sits there a while longer, holding the melting ice to his face, before he finally grabs his bag and heads out to his van.
The parking lot is pretty much empty, except for a few teachers’ cars, so Harrington has obviously gone home. If it wasn’t for the wet dishcloth on the passenger seat, Eddie could easily believe it was some kind of concussed daydream. But it wasn’t. It was real.
Eddie shakes his head, shoving the key into the ignition. Steve Harrington bringing him ice is definitely the weirdest thing that’s happened to him.
#steddie#Steve x eddie#Steddie fic#Steddie fanfic#steddieweek2023#Eddie munson#steve harrington#this is the first thing I’ve written that wasn’t set post S4!!!#it’s not my usual thing but it was fun to do something different#anyway I really hope I get my longer fic finished!!!#Pizzaqueenfic
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Aita for lieing to my mom for 6 years about a guy I dated?
🤐🇮🇪 <- so I notice me. This sounds bad but all things considered, i think I'm justified at least.
Tw for domestic abuse, physical abuse, fighting and non-explicit mentions of many other forms of abuse.
So in 7th grade grade I (12/13f at the time) was dating a guy named Jay(13/14m at the time)(not his real name and we were in the same grade) for about three months. I had a crush on him for years before we dated so I was ecstatic when he finally asked me out. Looking back now at 22, I can see he pitied me as i was very unpopular and no one wanted to be around me due to the fact I was very nerdy and very autisitc(I have a mental disability). He used me for sexual things and it wasn't super healthy but I was just happy to be getting attention as neither my school nor home life was safe from abuse/bullying.
Towards the end of those three months, an incident occured. Me and Jay were working on a mutural computer lab project that should of only tooken a week but the day we were set to start, jay had iss (in-school suspension. I don't know why). I needed his choice for a song because the project couldn't start without choosing it and he wasn't texting me and was being petty and whiny about it. Finally he picked some pop 2010s song and I got started. He was in the suspension for half the week so I was the one who did a majority of the project.
When he finally came back, he was being demanding and a jerk and I said fine, I'll do my own project and you can do yours, I wanted to do firework by katy perry anyway. He then demanded my part of the project since I wasn't doing that song anymore and I told him no and when he demanded it again, I deleted it infornt of him. Typical preteen arguments right? Well he slapped me. In front of all of his laughing friends. He'd never done that before and even though I had previous experience with physical abuse(a few instances with my dad but my mom didn't see it till much later after this incident. This is important.), never from a partner.
I don't remember too much as I saw red and reacted before I could think but I do remember ripping him out of his chair, throwing him on the floor and punching him in the chest and face a few times while his friends cheered me on in surprise. I was an average height but underweight and he was both taller than me and almost 300 lbs but it felt so easy. Once I was done I got up, told the teacher I was doing it on my own, aced the project while he failed and none of my bullies ever tried to physically fight me again. I went from nerdy shy weird pushover girl to scary strong weird girl and I'm ok with that. He hit first.
Even though we eventually broke up, we made up and it was something we joked about together as i didn't realize how serious that was at the time. But my mom did realize how serious it was and tried to explain to me how bad that was, that I should never let a partner hit me and she never wanted to see me talking to him again. She was being responsible but I was 13 and riding off the excitement of showing a guy I liked what for that we dated again not a month after we broke up. Except this time I wasn't dating Jay Lastname, I was dating "Sean mcduffin" or at least that's what i called him around family and because my mom never saw or met jay, she didnt recognize sean.
Our second time around only lasted another three months before we broke up and we're friends all through the rest of our school years, never more, but my mom still called him Sean because we'll.. I told her that was Sean and I couldn't back out now. I'm gonna shift gears for a second so stick with me.
I had gone through two extremely abusive relationships back to back from one in sophomore year (sexual and emotional abuse) and one in senior year (sexual, physical, religious and emotional abuse) and my mom didn't learn until a year later after I graduated. After my mom learned about it and the extent of the abuse with my father, she helped me heal and eventually started asking questions about the relationships and my dad and I answered her as were the closest weve ever been. She off handedly compared the one in senior year to the incident with Jay and then said how happy i seemed with Sean right after made her relax and hope i wouldnt be in another abusive relationship and it hadn't hurt me too badly.
I then realized I had never explicitly told her Jay and Sean were the same person and I had lied to her when I said they weren't (she had suspicions but never proof and trusted me). So I told her they were the same person and she got this very defeated look on her face. I apologized as I realized that was kinda shitty of me because my mom was just trying to protect me but I can also see why a 13 yr old who grew up in parental abuse wouldn't nessesarily take domestic abuse seriously. She just signed and said she wishes I was honest and I shouldn't of lied about it because it was serious. I explained my side but we eventually just moved on to talk further into our initial topic and she's not brought it up since.
I can see where I was the little 13 yr old asshole but I can also see why I wouldn't of taken the lie as seriously as I should due to my history. He never hit or hurt me again and I never heard of him doing it again so I guess i desuaded him from a life of abuse. Idk. Was I the asshole? Me and him don't talk anymore and since getting therapy, I've realized what a shitty person he was to me before, during and after our small relationship.
(small context: we were school friends only, he never really came over to my house or met my family more than once the second time we dated and I didn't talk about him as much after the second break up due to my focus on friends shifting from school friends to my girl scout troop. We were inseparable in school but outside of it, we rarely spoke.)
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A LOT TO LEARN
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→ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
→ description: as top of eddie’s english class, a class he’s abysmally failing, you’ve somehow been roped into tutoring him so that he can finally pass. what you’re unaware of, however, is the crush he’s been harbouring on you for a long time. it seems you both have a lot to learn.
→ warnings: cursing, reader takes control lol, popular reader, nervous but still flirty eddie ! making out as usual in my fics
“You’re a lot more intelligent than you give yourself credit for, Munson.”
He seemed taken aback by your words as he chewed at the lid of his pen which sat between his lips. He quirked his brow, leaning forward to rest his chin on his palm as you shook your head at him.
“I think the credit should be given to you for making studying English less fuckin’ miserable, Y/N,” Eddie smirked, looking up at you and sending your heart into overdrive, “You’re a good teacher.”
You rolled your eyes, watching how closely his eyes were trained on you, “Not true.”
He placed his notebook down and pushed it aside, shuffling a little closer to you as you blushed under his gaze.
“Well, I’ll admit that it’s less your tutoring that has motivated me, sure,” he grinned, looking down into his lap nervously for a moment as you cocked your head in confusion.
You tucked a strand of your hair out of your face, “What are you implying, Munson?”
“Maybe that I’ve had a massive crush on you for as long as I can remember,” he admitted, looking almost embarrassed but plastering a cocky smile on his face regardless, “So I used my terrible grades as an excuse.”
You were silent, unable to process what he’d just said. What did he mean? Was he really saying what you were hearing?
“The freak never had a chance with the Queen of Hawkins now, did he?” he laughed, his hands waving around exaggeratively as they so often did, “I figured I at least could be given the time of day if you were helping my god-awful lack of intelligence.”
You scoffed, “I’d have given you the time of day without you asking me to tutor you, Eddie.”
He scoffed right back in return now, “You might be the school’s sweetheart, but I highly doubt you’d have agreed to hang out with me if I’d just asked.”
“Your assumptions are misjudged, Munson,” you crossed your arms over your chest, irritated that he assumed you’d dismiss him.
You’d always thought Eddie was cute.
Sure, you ran in entirely different circles. And sure, your friends would’ve mocked you for spending time with him — they’d mocked you enough for agreeing to tutor him.
But you didn’t care what others thought. You’d have been more than happy to entertain his desire to spend time with you, regardless of his reason.
“I don’t believe that for a second,” he shrugged, leaning a little closer to you as his intense gaze fixed on you, his eyes glimmering in the light of your room.
“Well then you really do have a lot to learn,” you shrugged, “Because your crush hasn’t gone unreciprocated, Eddie.”
His eyes flashed with almost panic as he processed what you had said, unbelieving that you could possibly like him back, even slightly.
“Why do you think I agreed to fucking tutor you in the first place, huh?” you smirked, enjoying the power as he stared at you in awe.
He blinked back his surprise, hands finding your knees as you sat cross-legged in front of him. He pushed your school books off your lap and leaned in only closer.
“You’re not fucking with me, right?”
“Eddie, I agreed to tutor you when I never say yes to tutoring. I asked you to come to my house and study in my room. I’m wearing this,” you gestured to the little black dress you’d selected in hopes he’d like it, “And you still think I agreed to tutor you for what… the thrill of bloody poetry analysis?”
Now that you’d said that, he did feel rather stupid.
“It just comes as a surprise, that’s all,” he mumbled, baffled by the concept of you — the gorgeous, sought after ‘queen of the school’ — liking him back.
“Y/N?”
But before he could ask to kiss you, like you knew he was about to do, you uncurled your legs and kneeled up to cup his face in your palms.
“I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me since you made yourself at home on my bed the minute you entered the room, Eddie,” you whispered, practically in his lap as you dipped your head so that your noses touched, “So please. Kiss me.”
He obliged immediately.
His lips found yours in a ferocious kiss, his hands tangling in your hair as yours tangled in his.
You clambered into his lap, legs curling around his waist as the kiss continued to deepen.
You’d never expected to be in this position, but god were you glad that he’d pulled you aside after class and asked you to tutor him.
He’d seemed so sure of himself when he did — claiming he really couldn’t fail this semester so was in dire need of your help — and seeing the nervous boy before you moments ago fuelled a fire in your belly.
You loved the power you seemed fo hold over him, though you hated that he viewed himself as beneath you.
“Fuck,” you moaned as he bit your lip, manoeuvring to throw you down onto your pillow so that he was hovering above you as he pulled away for a moment.
“I can’t believe I’m here, making out with Y/N Y/L/N… In her bedroom… And I’m not dreaming,” he rambled, twinkling eyes darting from yours to around your bedroom.
“You’re such a dork, Munson,” you giggled, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose, “It’s cute. I like this side of you.”
He laughed, reaching to rub the pad of his thumb over your delicate cheekbones as he admired you, “If only the rest of Hawkins High could see, huh? The princess here, underneath the freak.”
“You’re not a freak, Eddie,” you pouted, kissing his nose again as you’d very quickly taken a shine to this action and could tell he enjoyed it too, “They’re all just judgemental morons. You’re amazing.”
You couldn’t help your heart swelling at the sight of the light blush dusting his cheeks, but he shook his head gently, “You’re an angel, you know that Y/N? A real life angel.”
“Not at all,” you bit your lip, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth as his usual smirk broke out on his face again, “I just don’t want you thinking I’m out of your league when you are, by far, the hottest guy in school. Not to mention that you’re literally in a band which in itself is hot as fuck, and you’re a sweetheart even if you don’t want people to know it.”
He hummed in appreciation, “You’re really feeding the big bad Eddie’s ego here, princess,” he kissed you quickly again, “But I love it. Can I let you in on a secret, pretty girl?”
You nodded curiously.
“You’re going to be a little disappointed in me.”
You drew in a deep breath, confused but still curious all the same, “…What is it?”
“Well when you called me more intelligent than I give myself credit for because I’ve been sat ‘analysing a poem’ for ten minutes so we could compare notes…” he began, stifling a laugh as he leaned back from you to grab at his notebook again and open it, lifting it up for you to see.
Your eyes rested on a drawing of yourself, a quick sketch that bared brilliant resemblance to you even if he’d dashed it out so quickly and discreetly.
“Well you just looked pretty sat there concentrating on your own notes, so,” he bit his lip, almost shy for a moment as you beamed across at him.
“Who’d have though the ‘big bad’ Eddie Munson was such a sap, eh?” you teased, placing your hand on his chest as he dropped the notebook to pull you close to him again and roll you both onto your sides facing each other.
He shook his head, “What can I say, sweetheart? You bring it out in me. But in all seriousness, I’m glad tonight has panned out the way it did. I seriously thought I’d go home tonight with study notes I didn’t care about and an even bigger unrequited crush on you.”
“Well you don’t have to go home tonight at all,” you suggested, silently praying that he’d agree to stay with you, “If—If you want.”
His hands rested on your waist like they were meant to be there, and you almost felt as though things had been like this with Eddie forever.
It was crazy to think that just hours ago he was a guy at school who you’d fancied from afar but simply agreed to tutor to nurture in order the crush him as you assumed you would never get close to him.
“I’d love that, if you’ll have me,” he grinned, a gorgeous shit-eating, teeth-baring grin that sent your heart into overdrive, “Not have me, but have me stay. Well, I’d also like that way but not now, no pressure, I—,”
“Shut up and kiss me, Munson.”
His confidence seemed almost immediately to return as his grip on you tightened and his body inched somehow even closer as he pressed his chest to yours.
“Your wish is my command, princess.”
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thanks for reading guys, i hope you enjoyed! i love the idea of eddie and a girl who is more in control even though i hate the whole eddie not thinking he’s good enough thing… so i hope this was okay! don’t worry, not every eddie imagine will involve a popular girl it’s just i finished these last two quickest!
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⇢ just for you
pairing: best friend!chenle x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 628
warnings: jokes about murder, food??
note: going thru sad boi hours and i love chenle. chenle makes me less sad
“If we’re still single in ten years, let’s get married.”
You and Chenle were sprawled across the rug on your living room floor, munching on the bags of snacks he had brought from his trip to the Asian grocers. Chenle’s focus which was once set on the movie playing on screen quickly averted to your figure, nonchalantly adjusting your position on the couch, shrimp chips in hand.
“That’s a stupid idea,” He replied, rolling his eyes at you.
“Why?” You sat back up whining, “We basically live with each other, know everything about each other and I wouldn’t mind if you were the one to kill me in my sleep so what’s the problem?”
Chenle snorted, shuffling back to reach into your bag of chips before placing a couple in his mouth, softly chewing on the savoury goodness.
“Why do I have to wait ten years to marry you when we could just do it now?”
The hand that held your precious snacks halted mid-air, your head turning to face your best friend’s innocent eyes.
You weren’t exactly sure how you were meant to interpret his response, was he finally done with the dating field? Was this his way of telling you that no one was ever going to love you? Or was it-
“Don’t tell me that you didn’t realise that I had a crush on you until now,” Chenle interrupted your thoughts, sending you a pointed look from below.
You sat in silence, blinking every so often at Chenle who now sat crouching on the floor, cackling at your obliviousness to his feelings. Though only laughter overwhelmed his current state, there remained a state of what seemed like disappointment. Maybe disappointment with your lack of response or maybe disappointment of what felt like a silent rejection of his confession, which — was not true at all.
You and Chenle met in the second grade when your homeroom teacher had seated the two of you together for an art project. You were a relatively shy child, opting to quietly pick up your paintbrush and sketch out a design on your own whilst Chenle sat with his arms crossed, clearly unimpressed with this arrangement.
“You don’t have cooties do you?” He grumbled, peering over at your poor attempts at drawing a field of flowers.
You merely shook your head as you pushed a small brush to his side of the desk, gesturing for him to join you. You remember him giving you that skeptical look, the same one he holds at you now for a few seconds before sighing and picking up the brush, scooting his chair closer to yours.
“Fine, only because you look like a flower.”
Badump went your heart.
Your feelings only grew as the years went by, with you pathetically waiting for a sign of reciprocation. It wasn’t like Chenle was actively talking to you about other girls, in fact — he just didn’t seem interested in anyone, period.
Throughout the course of your schooling journey, you and Chenle did everything together. From being each other’s prom dates to going to each other’s respective sporting games, with no signs of romantic affection from him — it was only fair to assume that nobody had caught his eye yet, until now.
With Chenle’s infectious laughter bubbling in the background, you quietly spoke, “What about the ring?”
Chenle paused, whipping his head back around to face your cautious gaze.
“Well, if we’re gonna get married, then I want a ring,” You mustered out, holding your hand out to him.
Chenle glanced down at your outstretched hand in awe, eyes widening at your unexpected response before letting out a short giggle.
“Just you wait Y/N. I’ll get you the prettiest ring in the world, just for you.”
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Can I request a Joel fic? Maybe Tommy makes a flirty comments towards the reader which leads to Joel becoming jealous ? & touchy with the reader? Can it also be a smut if possible I appreciate it !! Your fics are amazing
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Warnings: Unwanted flirting, possessive bf (kinda), sleazy Tommy
A/N: I was going to add smut but as I kept writing I couldn't figure out where to put it so I'm sorry. This turned out way different from what you asked for so prepare to be disappointed 😭
A cool breeze grazes the back of your calves as you wait outside of Joel’s door. Your flowy yellow sundress was a new purchase for the spring season. Joel had made a passing comment about yellow being your color, so you thought wearing a yellow dress to meet his family would make a good first impression. The neckline of your dress dips ever so slightly, just barely showing your cleavage. You knew the dress was a little teasing, but it’s not too risque for meeting your boyfriend’s daughter. Cicadas hum around you as the sun sinks lower in the sky. You think about knocking on the door one more time, but it swings open before you can open the screen door. Joel stands in front of you in a casual shirt and his work jeans.
“I feel a little overdressed,” you say shyly, looking over your outfit. Suddenly you wish you had gone with your first choice, a graphic tee and shorts.
“No, you look beautiful sweetheart,” Joel assures. His eyes can’t help but scan your body, lingering on your chest for an extra moment, before he ushers you inside.
It wasn’t the first time you’d been to his house, just the first time you had been there at night. The house looks homey and warm, laughter radiating from the kitchen. It was almost like another house compared to the quiet house you were used to visiting. You stand awkwardly in the hallway second guessing every decision you had made that day. Is my hair too frizzy? Is there lipstick on my teeth? Is my dress too showy? You’re dragged out of your thoughts by Joel’s calloused hands on your shoulders, gently guiding you to the kitchen. You round the corner to see a young girl and a man. You can tell that the girl is Sarah based on the photos you've seen, but you didn’t know the man. Joel quickly introduces you before they make their introductions.
“Hi, I’m Sarah,” Sarah says with a wave.
“And I’m Tommy, Joel’s younger brother,” Tommy says, shaking your hand. His hand holds yours for just a bit too long, but he lets go before it gets too awkward. “Joel, how’d you manage to get a girl this gorgeous?”
Joel ignores Tommy’s question. You sit down in a chair next to Sarah, leaving a chair next to you for Joel. Your boyfriend heads to the stove to prepare plates for everyone. Based on the smell, fried chicken is on the menu. You try to look over to the counter to get a better look, but Joel’s large frame obstructs the food from your view.
“Don’t worry,” Sarah whispers, “I helped make it, so we won’t get salmonella.”
“God knows you’re not helpful when it comes to eggs Sarah,” Joel responds from over his shoulder.
“It was one time!” You can’t help but laugh at Joel and Sarah’s dynamic.
“So what do you do for a livin’ darlin’?” Tommy asks. You turn to face him so you can answer his question, but see that he’s sitting in the seat you had saved for Joel. His brown eyes bore into yours with a strange intensity.
“Oh um, I’m a teacher. I’ve been teaching third grade for about four years now,” you say, slightly scooting your chair away from him.
Joel calls Sarah to the stove to help bring the plates over. The food looks amazing as the plate lands in front of you. Crispy fried chicken, mashed potatoes with potato skins mixed in and gravy drizzled on top, and some seasoned peas made you practically drool onto your plate.
“Damn Joel, this looks amazing,” you say in awe of your boyfriend. You would have never guessed he was a talented chef. “Thank you too Sarah,” you say, remembering she helped.
“You’re welcome,” Sarah smiles.
Sarah sits down next to you, quickly chowing down on her food. Joel comes to the table with his plate, but notices Tommy has taken the spot next to you. You almost think about saying something but Joel just sits across from you without saying a word. There’s an awkward moment of silence as everyone takes bites of their which is broken by Sarah.
“Do you like Destiny’s Child?” she asked with her mouth stuffed with potatoes.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Joel scolds. Sarah smiles at him, showing off all the food in her mouth. Tommy chuckles and Joel groans in response.
“Yeah I like Destiny’s Child. Do you have a favorite member?
“Obviously Beyonce!”
“Really? I like Kelly more.”
Sarah gasps and looks at Joel. “Dad, you have to break up with her. There’s no way we can get along now!”
“If one of you is hittin’ the curb tonight, it’s gonna be you,” Joel says, pointing his fork at Sarah. You laugh along with Tommy at Joel’s teasing. All the nerves you had built up dissipate from your mind.
“They’re always like this and it never gets less annoying,” Tommy whispers. He leans closer to you and puts a hand on the back of your chair as he continues. “So, how did you and my brother end up datin’ anyways? Big brute like him ain’t much of a talker…or a looker.”
“What was that Tommy?” Joel asks.
“Nothin’, I was just makin’ conversation. How did you guys meet?”
You and Joel both look at each other momentarily. The truth is that you hooked up through a dating site, but admitting that in front of a person you barely knew and a kid would be beyond embarrassing. You two had never discussed a fake scenario, so you’re both stuck looking like fish with their mouths hanging open.
“Uh…we…um,” Joel begins. His ears turn red as he remembers the real way you two met.
“We met at a…,” you try to think.
“Gas station, we met at a gas station. The Texaco just up the street,” Joel vaguely gestures to the right with his fork. Texaco was the other way. You try your best to quickly think of a meet cute.
“Yeah, I was short on change, so he bought my gas for me.”
“Is that so?” Tommy says, skeptically.
“Mhm,” Joel squeaks out. “We kept running into each other after that and eventually I asked her out.”
Sarah eyes the both of you, her bullshit detector is no doubt going off, but she chooses not to say anything other than, “The perfect rom-com meeting.”
“Ha, yeah totally,” you say nervously.
“Well Joel, I’m impressed. I didn’t think you could manage to get not one but two gorgeous women to date you,” Tommy laughs. His hand moves from the back of your chair to your shoulder. His thumb swipes over your shoulder and you want to recoil away, but sit still to not cause a scene.
Joel’s demeanor changes in a split second at the mention of Sarah’s mother and the site of Tommy caressing you. His once relaxed shoulders tense up and his eyes fill with anger.
"Tommy," Joel says, his eyes piercing into Tommy. "Get out!"
Sarah stops eating and watches her dad. The room is silent from a moment, no one daring to make a noise in fear of Joel snapping at them.
"What? I didn't even do anything!" Tommy breaks the silence.
"You heard me. Get. Out."
Tommy stands up from the table in exasperation, knocking over a glass in the process. He gives Joel a last glance before heading towards the door. The door slams and a stillness comes over the house. The only sound you can hear is blood rushing through your ears as your heart pounds in your chest. You barely notice Joel guiding you out of your seat and taking you outside. His hand wraps around yours, his thumb gently swiping over your skin.
“I’m sorry about my brother. He’s never been like that before,” Joel mumbles, walking you back to your house.
“It’s okay. This surprisingly isn’t the worst thing that’s happened when it comes to meeting my boyfriend’s families,” you laugh, trying to ease the tension.
“I can’t imagine anythin’ worse than this.”
“A fire started and half the house burned down.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah, it was a very eventful Thanksgiving to say the least.”
The street lights barely illuminate your house at the end of the cul-de-cac. It’s smaller than all the others and looks out of place with all the uniformed homes. You stop in front of it and turn to Joel.
“Maybe we could start over. You guys can come to my place this time and you can even bring Tommy if he promises to keep his hands to himself.”
“I’d like that, but I doubt Tommy’ll be comin’.”
All my writing ability left the building once I got to the end of this piece.
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Memory Lane - Sam Winchester
Title: Memory Lane - Sam Winchester
Words: 878
Relations: Sam Winchester X reader. (Platonic)
TW: Nightmare. Fluff.
Prompt:
Having a nightmare, Sam stays up with you and you talk about your favourite times with him.
I breathed heavily and sat up out of bed as quickly as possible. I was practically panting and frantically looked around to see that I was at home and in my own room safe and sound. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, I'm definitely not going to be able to fall asleep now. I groaned and sat on the edge of my bed, I slid my feet into some fluffy socks from the drawer in my dresser.
I ignored my reflection and walked out of my bedroom door. I looked over the back of the couch where my best friend Sam was currently asleep. He's been gone for so long that I'm just finally glad to see him for a few days. We met at Stanford and instantly became best friends. At the beginning of the friendship, I thought that I was in love with him but as time has gone by and we've learnt more about each other I can't imagine it any different. I smiled as I walked into my kitchen and looked into the fridge, I quietly got myself a cold drink, taking a sip as the fridge door closed. I looked over to the couch and smiled at Sam's sleeping state. I giggled slightly at his legs protruding over the side, he's way too tall.
"And stay out!" A neighbour shouted through the hall way.
"Shut up!" Another neighbour shouted and I knew instantly there was no way Sam could sleep through that. They're always arguing in the building I shouldn't have let Sam sleep on the couch, he'll probably be up all night whenever they shout. I looked over to him to see him wiping his eyes and sitting up to look at me.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a deep groggy voice.
"Yeah, I just came for a drink," I explained and looked at him as he looked at me in the darkness. "I can't sleep," I added and he nodded and stood up. He walked over to me and hugged me, something I didn't know I needed.
"Was it a nightmare?" He asked softly so I nodded as my head rested on his chest. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked but I shook my head. Seeing it once was enough. "I can keep you company till you fall asleep if you want?" He asked and I pulled away to look up at him excitedly. He chuckled as I grabbed his hand and practically skipped to my room. I sat on the bed crossed legs and looked to him expectantly.
"What shall we do first?" I asked making him laugh.
"You're supposed to be going to sleep," he commented as he took a seat but I shrugged.
"We should tell stories, not scary ones, I'll never sleep," I joked making us both laugh. I thought for a second. "Remember that time in Stanford when we were at the Halloween party and George got so drunk he hit on you," I stated unable to contain my laughter.
"He was pretty smooth I almost forgot I was a guy," Sam joked making me laugh hysterically. "Remember when I forgot to hand my assignment in so you distracted the teacher so I could sneak into his office and you ended up flashing him so he wouldn't catch me," Sam was in fits of laughter at the memory.
"That's not funny, he kept emailing me the rest of the year," I didn't bother hiding my laughter.
"Worth it," Sam added making me laugh.
"You still somehow got a higher grade than me on that assignment," I joked making him burst. I missed our fits of laughter. I always seem to miss his laugh, it's always too quiet without him.
"Remember when you did that prank on Joe?" Sam said through his laughter. I dropped my mouth open, the memories coming back. I laughed as I shook my head. "He probably still hates you," He laughed.
"In my defence, I didn't know he had a girl over," I laughed hysterically. Remembering Joe's horrified expression. I had used a ladder to jump-scare him by wearing a mask and tapping on his window, what I didn't know was that he was in the middle of having sex and he ended up screaming and running away naked. It was the worst timing in the world but hilarious.
We talked all night, and we ended up getting more comfortable at one point and fell asleep cuddling. We didn't mean to but that's how we woke up when the light was shining through the gap in the curtains. We didn't really find it awkward, if anything I enjoyed it.
Sam woke up with a bit of a stretch, I yawned, rubbing my eyes. Sam's chuckling reminded me he was here. I looked at him confused, soon realising how close we were. I smiled shyly, moving to untangle myself from him but his arms that were already around me held on tighter. He didn't say anything as he held me a little tighter. I smiled, melting into the hug and blushing that he wanted to stay in bed and cuddle for as long as he could get away with. I'm not stopping here. I'll happily stay here all day.
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family dinner
warnings: sexting, dirty talk, profanity, nudes receiving, female!reader, modern!eddie, boyfriend!eddie, lmk if i missed any <3
synopsis: eddie texts you while you're at friday night dinner with your parents
this is a modern au so yes they have phones don't roast me
your boyfriend, eddie was not pleased. he was supposed to pick you up at six so you could go come over and have a movie night. knowing him, you knew he was excited to watch exorcist for the thirtieth time. but when your parents reminded you that you were to join them for dinner tonight, those plans got pushed to seven. and then eight because your dad got held up at work. and now it was 7:38 and dinner had just been served.
"so, how's the insurance biz going?" you'd asked your father, attempting to make conversation. he was out of town most weeks, usually not getting home until saturday morning, so you were surprised to see him home on a friday night.
"ah, well," he cut into his steak, having bought steak to grill for dinner since he had gotten promoted last monday. you hadn't had time to celebrate yet, and he didn't want anything fancy. just a nice dinner with his wife and daughter. "keeps me busy. how's school, sweetie?"
you shrugged your shoulders. senior year had been easy, teachers usually took it easy on their senior students, knowing you were to graduate in two months. "good, grades are good." there wasn't much else to say on the matter. your parents had never been ones to bombard you with rules. the only things they really asked of you were to keep your nose clean, no phones at the table, and graduate with honors, especially with your mom being a middle school english teacher. education mattered to them.
your phone buzzed in your lap. knowing fully well of your parents' rule about texting during family dinner, you glanced down at it subtly.
[7:40 PM] eddie: what are you wearing?
after making sure your parents were busy in conversation, you quickly typed back a reply.
jean skirt, white t-shirt.
you hadn't worn anything special, still in the same clothes you'd worn to school earlier that day. you'd gone for skirts and shorts lately since it was getting warmer outside, being that it was may.
your phone vibrated again.
[7:42] eddie: i meant underneath
you chewed on your lip. he knew very well that you were at dinner with your parents. he just couldn't help himself sometimes.
purple bralette, matching panties u bought me
"so, sweetie," you dropped your phone back in your lap at the sound of your father's voice. "still going to take a gap year? take a little break from school?"
you nodded your head, "yeah. thinking of getting an internship, though. that would be good for my resume."
he grinned from ear to ear. "that's my smart girl." he turned his attention back to your mother, asking if she liked her dinner.
[7:43] eddie: u wore those just for me, didn't u, baby? here i thought we were going to have an innocent movie night
you bit back a smile and replied.
nothing is ever innocent with u, eds.
thirty seconds don't even pass before he replies.
[7:43] eddie: says the slut who is obsessed with my cock.
[7:44] eddie: even right now. ur at dinner with ur family. bet ur thinking of bouncing on my cock
your eyes widen, unlocking your phone to text him back when it buzzes again.
[7:44] eddie: image attached
your jaw drops as your boyfriend's erect cock fills the screen of your phone, pre-cum leaking from the tip, his hand curled around the base of himself.
[7:45] eddie: gonna fucking make u cry ur so full of my cum
"sweetie, no phones at the table, remember?" your father reminds you, quirking an eyebrow at your flushed cheeks. he shoots you a reassuring smile, nodding for you to finish your food. you don't think you've ever ate your dinner so fast.
[7:48] eddie: i'm gonna tear you to shreds, angel
"honey, can you help with the dishes?" your legs were shaky underneath the table and eddie hadn't even touched you. hadn't even been in the vicinity and he had you wobbling.
[7:50] i'm gonna make you choke on my cock until ur sobbing
"need anymore help?" you asked your mother, who was putting away the last of the clean dishes you just helped her wash, your lip caged between your teeth after reading eddie's last text.
she turned to you with a smile. "nope! thank you for pushing back your date with your boyfriend, honey. it means a lot to us that you decided to have dinner with us."
"of course. i'll see you later." she flashed her a bright smile and kissed your father's cheek, pulling out your phone.
[7:51] where are you?
[7:51] eddie: outside
you looked out the window of the living room, eddie's van already parked on the curb. you couldn't help the grin in your lips as you grabbed your purse and scrammed to the front door, practically running to him. he was already out of the van, back leaning against the passenger side door. "hey, pretty girl."
you walked toward him until you were planted between his legs, leaning up to kiss him. he offers you a short pass of his lips, chuckling darkly at your little whine, his lips nearing your ear. "ready to play?"
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Post-Surgery Day 35 (but three days late)
cw: surgery, bodies, medical
- Good news! The wound separation in my nipple has healed closed and scarred up, and all the scabs are gone. I'm so, so frickin' happy and glad I kept my anxiety in check over it. There were so many times I wanted to pull the scab away and see the damage, or send a billion questions to the surgeon. But I trusted what the nurse told me to do, and it's fine.
- I've been a biiiit naughty with the reaching and the stretching and I've got a bit of a ache in my ribs, like, just beneath the incision? I think it's muscular in that I've obviously been hunched over and fairly stationary while I heal. I figure I'll be getting some physio and exercises after my appointment in a week. The incisions are fine and neat AF, I can't remember whether I mentioned that the part under my arms is already so faint? I thought I'd need to get some tattoos to camouflage it but I don't think I will.
- Still chonk. Sigh.
- I am exhausted after my first week (and a half) back at work. I've been relatively good and not lifting stuff too heavy, or reaching too high. My colleagues have been awesome, and I mean awesome. I've received so many hugs and big smiles; they genuinely missed me, which... I'm actually shocked? I didn't realise how much healing I still have to do in terms of self worth. The damage done by a handful of people a year or so ago has clearly impacted quite deep. But, anyways, people keep coming up to me to tell me their kid is trans or non-binary or gay, or they know someone who is, or their kid's partner is... They are so excited about it.
- I have had one encounter with someone I think has terfy leanings. It was an assessor from a training body we use for our trainee teachers. She kept using my deadname, even though her institution has been updated. Now, I need these teachers to pass so I bit my lip. My headteacher, however, a big Welsh dude, informed her that if she couldn't address his teachers with respect she could leave the premises. I was... shocked. So was she. I was named appropriately for the rest of the day, and when I thanked him later he just said that some people have no class, and ambled off to herd some kids. 🤣
- My driving license came through! That's the second government body that has acknowledged my new name and gender. My bank is sorted too. I'm going to sort out the mortgage (second bank, land registry), the vehicles (car and bike) and my passport. The passport I am worried about because I've reached that they can be picky about the GIC. We'll see.
- I am delivering a conference for the first time tomorrow as myself and I'm actually a little bit nervous? I don't think anything of talking to rooms full of 100s, usually. I'm an expert in my field and that's why I'm there. But. As me now? The person I've had to keep protected and quiet for years? Scary.
- Six more days until my final appointment with my surgeon. I hope I get good grades in healing so I can go back to the gym. :3
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Bad Grade
pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader
category: fluff, hurt/comfort
warnings: none
word count: 709
age: 15
summary: you get a bad grade on your test and have to ask your mom to sign it
My leg bounced as I waited for my mom to get back home from her case. I was so excited for her to get back since she had been gone for over a week and I really missed her but of course I got my math test back today and I failed it; meaning she had to sign it to acknowledge that she had seen it. I had never failed a test before and I knew she would be disappointed.
Ten minutes later the front door opened and she put her bags down. "Hey honey!" She smiled and widely and opened her arms for a big hug. I left the test on the coffee table before going over to her and accepting the hug. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"I'm your mom and a profiler. You can't hide anything from me."
"Ok fine...just promise you won't be mad."
"That depends on what it is." I sighed and walked over to the coffee table, picking up the paper and staring at it for a few seconds, wondering how I had gotten a 47%. I could've sworn that I aced that test.
"I um...I failed my test." I turned around and handed her the paper. "And I need you to sign it so I can give it back to my teacher on Monday." Her jaw clenched as she saw how bad I had done on it.
"Y/n." She sighed. "A 47? You can do better than this." She sat down on the couch and rubbed her forehead.
"I know, I'm sorry." I played with my fingers while gnawing on my bottom lip.
"Honey, why didn't you tell me you needed help with your homework?" She signed at the bottom of the page and patted the couch next to her, signaling for me to sit down. "I would've helped you."
"I know."
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I wanted to do something without your help!" I blurted. "Sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out that way." My voice became barely a whisper before I looked down. "I feel like I always rely on you for everything and I'm 15. I shouldn't need you this much. Anyways, you're away all the time for your job so I have to learn how to study and cope with stuff by myself, you know?"
"Wait- is my job an issue for you?" She leaned forward, clasping her hands together.
"No, no it's not. I just feel like I need to become more independent and it obviously isn't working because I just got a fucking 47 on my test!" I stood up and ran my hands through my hair.
"Y/n, calm down. Yelling and beating yourself up about it isn't going to help. Just take a few deep breaths, ok?" She stood up and put her hand on the small of my back, patting it while helping me calm down. "I'm not mad at you, I promise."
"You're not?"
"No. And I'm not disappointed either." She put her hands on my shoulders and gave them a small squeeze. "I'm just a little shocked, ok?" I nodded. "But you tried, right?" I nodded again. "Then that's all that matters. You tried your best-"
"And I still failed."
"Come on honey, you know you can't have that mindset. You tried and that's all anyone can ask for."
"But you seemed mad when I showed you the paper."
"And I'm sorry for that. I just got back from the case and I'm stressed and I wasn't thinking about how you must feel about it."
"I really tried." My voice broke a bit and her eyes softened.
"I know you did baby. I know you did." She cradled my head against her chest. "I'm proud of you for trying. I know how hard school can be. It definitely kicked my ass." We both let out a small laugh. "Just promise me something, ok?"
"Ok."
"If you need help on your schoolwork, even if I'm on a case, you call me, ok? There's no need to get bad grades on assignments just because you're scared to need help, especially from me." I nodded. "I love you honey. And remember, I'm not mad."
"Thanks mom. I love you too."
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