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steveseddie · 2 months

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not so fast

rated: t | cw: none apply | word count: 6,219

tags: steve harrington has a crush on eddie munson, accidental kissing, getting together, first kiss, steve is a Disaster in this

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***

Steve is running late for work.

And not just a little late either. More like, catastrophically late.

Like, ‘should’ve left his house ten minutes ago to even hope to make it on time’ kind of late.

Why?

There isn’t just one reason for how that happened- it’s been a series of mishaps that started with his alarm not going off this morning and ended with his car refusing to start.

“Because of fucking course!” Steve groans, twisting the key into the ignition a few more times before giving up.

After a string of creative curses and smacking his palms and his forehead against the wheel multiple times in frustration, he leaves his useless car and goes back to the house. As he crosses his driveway, he tries to think of ways to get himself to work.

First, he thinks of Nancy. He knows she’s giving Robin a ride to work today, but she’s probably dropped her off by now, punctual as she is. He has no way to reach her until she goes back home, and he’s pretty sure she mentioned something about hitting the library after dropping Robin off to do research for one of her articles for The Weekly Streak, so asking her for a ride isn’t an option.

Considering Steve’s only other friends are all fourteen-year-olds with no car and no license, he’s out of any other options pretty quickly after that.

If only he had a bike he could use, but the Harringtons got rid of those years ago. He could call Henderson and ask him to ride his bike here so Steve can take it to work. The kid will probably complain, but he owes Steve for the countless rides to the arcade and to Eddie’s trailer for their nerdy campaigns and-

Eddie!

Eddie has a car!

Eddie is Steve’s friend and he has a car!

After that realization hits, Steve rushes to the phone, dialing the number to the Munson’s trailer, which he memorized at some point during the last couple of weeks.

“Please, don’t be asleep. Please, pick up,” Steve mutters as the phone rings, tapping his foot anxiously against the floor. His eyes flick to the digital clock on top of the TV and he groans. God, he’s so late.

“Ugh, hello?” A sleepy voice asks and Steve sighs in relief. Finally, something going his way this morning.

“Eddie! Oh, thank God!”

“Fuck, man, why are you being so loud this early in the fucking morning?” Eddie grumbles, and Steve feels bad for clearly waking him up. Or he would if he had time to feel bad.

“Sorry, sorry, listen, I need a favor, I need you to pick me up and take me to work, my car won’t start and I’m supposed to be at Family Video in- crap, right now actually.”

“Dude-”

“Eddie, please. I have the keys and Robin can’t get in until I get there and she’s going to kill me-”

“Steve, relax, Je-sus!” Eddie interrupts.

“Please,” he repeats, feeling desperate. “If you do this, I’ll do anything you want.”

Eddie hums. “Anything, huh?” He asks in that low voice that always sends shivers down Steve’s spine. Even now, he can feel them, anxious as he is.

God, he really doesn’t have time for this.

“Munson,” Steve hisses.

“Okay, fine, I’ll do it. I’ll be there in ten.”

Steve winces, but he doesn’t say anything. It’s not like he can ask Eddie to disregard speed limits or traffic lights or other cars just so he gets here faster, the last thing he wants is for him to wrap his van around a tree because of him. “Okay, thanks.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Eddie says before hanging up.

Since Steve has ten minutes before he gets here anyway, he gives himself one to get flustered over Eddie calling him that.

Then he uses the remaining nine to make Robin her favorite snack- peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, which she claims taste better when Steve makes them. It’s probably an excuse so Steve makes them for her every time, but right now it works in his favor. She’s going to be pissed when Steve shows up late- he can’t even call the video store to let her know he’s on his way! Not when she’s locked outsid e because Steve has the god-damned keys. He hopes the sandwiches will help soften her up at least.

He’s already in the driveway when Eddie’s van rolls around the corner. As soon as it slows down, he jumps in and tells him to “Go!” without saying even saying hello.

Eddie snorts. “Good morning to you too, Harrington,” he says with an amused half-smile, but he starts driving. Eddie isn’t a slow driver by a long shot, but Steve notices that he still steps on the gas a little harder than he normally would, which he appreciates.

He slumps back onto the passenger seat. “Sorry, hi, thanks for doing this.”

“No problem, man,” Eddie says, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look Steve up and down. “Looks like you had quite the morning.”

Steve blows out a puff of air, running a hand through his hair. It probably looks like a mess right now because not only did he not have enough time to complete his routine, he’s also been anxiously running his fingers through it all morning. “You have no idea! First, my alarm didn’t go off so I had to rush through my shower and didn’t have enough time to fix my hair, then I couldn’t find my vest, then my car keys, and when I finally found those, my fucking car wouldn’t start!” He drops his hands on his lap with a huff.

“Sheesh, man,” Eddie says, somewhat sympathetically.

“Yeah!” Steve agrees as his hands start flailing again. “And now, Robin is gonna be pissed at me all day for being late, and for leaving her waiting outside the store.”

Eddie reaches over with one hand, squeezing Steve’s shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll forgive you quickly enough, Birdie can’t stay mad at anyone for long.”

“Um, yeah,” Steve stammers out when Eddie’s hand stays there, on his shoulder. “You’re probably right and I brought her PB&J sandwiches to soften her up a bit, so.” He chuckles, a little shakily because Eddie’s fingers are brushing lightly against his neck.

“See?” Eddie asks, giving Steve’s shoulder a little shake. “Give her those and flash those pretty doe eyes of yours at her, and she’ll forget why she was even mad in the first place!”

Steve shoves his hand away- because it should be holding onto the steering wheel, not because having it on him makes his stomach flip-flop.

He clears his throat. “Anyway, how was your morning, Munson?”

“My morning? Well, Harrington, it was just fine, thanks for asking. I was catching up on some lovely much-needed Zs after band practice ran late last night, but then the phone woke me up. Some guy yelling at me to come pick him up.”

Steve makes a face, chuckling softly. “That guy sounds like an asshole.”

“Nah, he’s actually a very sweet guy. Pretty, too.” He tosses a wink at Steve, who flushes pink. “And you know me, I’m so easy for a pretty face. I was already gonna say yes when he promised he’d do anything if I gave him a ride. No way I could refuse.”

“Well, I’m sure the guy is very grateful,” he says, then wrinkles his nose. “And hopeful that you won’t make him regret promising you that.”

Eddie throws his head back with a laugh. “Don’t worry, Stevie, I won’t ask for anything too embarrassing.”

“Ugh.”

The van falls into a comfortable silence, only the radio playing softly in the background. Steve is surprised that it’s not one of Eddie’s tapes playing, he’s always complaining about radio stations not playing any ‘real music’ and Steve’s witnessed, more than once, the way he dives for the glove compartment to dig out one of his tapes before he even starts the van. He can’t help but wonder if the reason why Eddie is listening to the radio is because he was rushing to get to Steve and didn’t even have time to pick a tape.

Whether it’s the truth or not, it makes a dopey smile appear on Steve’s face, thinking about Eddie not wasting any time looking for a cassette tape because he knew Steve was in a hurry. He also didn’t change out of his pajamas or pause to fix his hair on his way out, Steve thinks as he looks Eddie up and down. He’s currently in plaid pajama pants and an old band shirt with holes around the collar that Steve knows he wears to bed, and his hair is sticking out every which way even more than usual.

He looks cute like that, and Steve’s dopey smile only grows because of it.

“You know,” Eddie starts and Steve jumps, thinking for a moment that he caught him staring, but his eyes are still fixed on the road. “If you want I can take a look at your car? Old Al Munson didn’t just teach me how to hotwire them, you know? Maybe I can fix whatever’s wrong with it.”

Steve blinks. “Really?”

He’s sure that there must be hearts in his eyes right now. He was already dreading having to pay for a tow truck to take his car to the mechanic and then pay to fix whatever was wrong with it. That kind of money would really put a dent in his plans to save enough for a place of his own, so Eddie fixing it for him would be a great help.

“Of course, Stevie,” Eddie says, flashing him a dimpled grin. Yup, definitely hearts in Steve’s eyes right now. “I can drive you home after your shift and take a look at it. I’ll bring Wayne’s tools.”

The visual of Eddie bending over the hood of Steve’s car with a tool belt around his tiny waist pops up in Steve’s mind without a warning, making warmth pool in his stomach.

He shakes his head and focuses on the Eddie in front of him- sweet, cute Eddie who is offering to give Steve a ride and help him with his car. Yeah, that’s really not any better than sexy mechanic Eddie from his fantasies.

“That would be awesome, Eds, thank you,” he says, possibly a little too earnestly.

It makes Eddie a little shy. He winds some of his hair around his finger and pulls it in front of his mouth. “Don’t go singing praises at me yet, I might not be able to fix it.”

“Maybe not, but I appreciate it anyway, the ride back home too,” Steve says softly. If Robin was here she would tell him to tone it down with the googly eyes and the mushy smiles, the way she does when the three of them hang out-

Shit. Robin.

He checks his watch and a whine slips past his lips.

Eddie notices and the van takes on speed as he pushes his foot harder against the pedal. “We’re almost there,” he says reassuringly.

Steve nods, but his leg stays bouncing anxiously for the rest of the drive.

***

Finally, Eddie drives the van into the Family Video parking lot.

Steve looks for Robin in the distance, squinting his eyes, wanting to gauge just how angry she looks. If she looks like she’s about to murder Steve, he might just tell Eddie to keep driving.

When he spots her, Steve’s stomach falls. She doesn’t look angry, but that’s only because she has an apologetic look on her face as she talks and gestures wildly to a family of three. Steve can’t read her lips, but he figures she must be explaining to them how her coworker and best friend is an idiot who doesn’t know how to work an alarm clock and that he should be getting here any minute now so she can murder him but not before she sends them on their merry way with whatever movie they’re here to rent and a bunch of candy and popcorn. On the house, of course.

“Fuck me,” Steve mutters, slumping back against the seat.

They never get customers this early on Sundays. Never.

Go fucking figure.

Eddie also squints his eyes through the windshield and scrunches up his nose at what he sees. “Maybe you can bribe them with PB&Js too?”

Steve appreciates Eddie trying to lighten his mood, but all he can muster right now is a slight huff of laughter. He starts gathering his things, ready to jump from the van as soon as Eddie parks.

“What time should I pick you up?” Eddie asks as he starts slowing down the van.

“Uh, I get off at four,” Steve says, just as he makes eye contact with Robin. She manages to glare at him while keeping her polite customer service face on. It’s impressive. “If Robin doesn’t kill me first.”

Eddie sniggers. “I don’t think she’ll kill you, maybe hurt you, or put Nair on your shampoo.”

Steve whimpers pathetically at the thought. The van slows to a stop. With the keys to the store in one hand and his Family Video vest in the other, Steve pushes the door open. He already has one leg out when Eddie says, “Wait!”

Steve half turns in his seat and gives him an impatient look, but it shifts into a grateful one when he sees that Eddie is holding the Tupperware with the sandwiches.

“Not so fast, sweetheart, don’t forget your bribe,” Eddie tells him with a lopsided grin.

Later, Steve will ask himself why he did what he does next, but the truth is, he doesn’t know.

Maybe it’s because he’s in a hurry and his body is moving faster than his brain. Maybe it’s because he had a shitty morning and Eddie swooped in like a knight in plaid pajama pants and a worn band shirt. Maybe he smashed his head too hard against the steering wheel of his car earlier that morning. Maybe it’s Eddie’s dimples or maybe it’s the pet name.

The thing is he doesn’t know what does it, just that something gets his wires crossed somehow, and before he knows it, he’s leaning over the space between their seats and pressing a quick kiss to Eddie’s mouth.

He doesn’t even realize he does it. Not yet.

He just grabs the Tupperware from Eddie’s limp hands, throws a “bye, Eds!” over his shoulder, and shuts the van door.

Robin’s head snaps in his direction as he makes his way across the parking lot, attempting to put on his vest without dropping the keys or the sandwiches. The family is watching him too and luckily they don’t look mad about having to wait- Steve checks his watch- shit, thirty minutes for him to get here.

“Hi, hello, I’m so sorry,” he starts apologizing before he even gets to them. He tosses the keys to Robin, who fumbles to catch them, so he can finish shrugging on his vest. “I’m so terribly sorry I kept you waiting,” he tells the family while Robin unlocks the door and flips the sign so it says Open! “My alarm didn’t go off and then my friend had to drive me ‘cause my car wouldn’t start and I couldn’t find my godda-rn vest!” He corrects himself when his eyes dart to the kid staring up at him. “But none of that matters now! Because I’m here and we’re-”

“Open!” Robin says, sweeping her arm in front of the door with a flourish, kind of like Eddie does sometimes.

Speaking of Eddie, Steve glances over his shoulder and notices that the van is still there.

Which, weird. But right now there’s nothing he can do about that.

Instead, he starts ushering the family inside, putting on his most charming smile. “Come in, come in, we’ll have you out of here in no time!” He says, following after them.

He makes eye contact with Robin over the kid’s head and mouths I’m so sorry, grimacing when she glares at him. But at least she holds the door open for him too, instead of letting it slam on his face, which he probably deserves.

Once inside, Steve helps the family find the movie they’re looking for in record time while Robin starts the computer system. By the time he guides them back to the counter, she’s ready to log it into the system. They give them an extra couple of days to return it, for the trouble, as well as all the Milk Duds and cherry licorice they want. On the house. Then they wave at them as they head out, throwing a “Thank you for choosing Family Video!” for good measure.

When the door closes, Steve spins around to face Robin on the other side of the counter. “I’m so sorry, Robs,” he says with as much feeling as he can muster.

She pokes him in the chest several times with her bony fingers. “You owe me so much! I’ve been apologizing to that family for thirty minutes, dingus!”

“I know! I’ll clean the floors today and I’ll take care of the reshelving and you can take an extra long break and I won’t say anything!”

Robin doesn’t speak, just glares. Steve grabs his Tupperware, his last resort, and pushes it across the counter toward her. “I made you PB&J sandwiches. Your favorite.”

She heaves out a long sigh. “Okay, fine, I forgive you, but you’re doing all of that and you’re letting me pick the movie of the day and you’re watching it with me.” Steve nods profusely. The corners of her mouth twitch up, and even if it’s not a full smile, Steve feels relief flood through him. “Now come on, let’s finish getting this place ready for business, and then we can have those sandwiches and you can explain how you got here so late.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Steve says, giving her a two-fingered salute like he’s seen Eddie do many times.

Speaking of Eddie, Steve squints at the parking lot before following Robin’s lead- turning on lights and straightening cardboard cutouts.

He notices that the van is finally gone, and so is Eddie.

***

“Then I almost left the sandwiches in Eddie’s van!”

Robin gasps dramatically, cradling her half-eaten PB&J against her chest. She’s in a much better mood now, after one and a half sandwiches, more apologizing from Steve and his dramatic retelling of this morning’s events.

“Which would be just my luck today, I swear! But Eddie wouldn’t let me forget them,” Steve says, his smile turning dopey the moment he brings up Eddie. He knows this because he sees Robin rolling her eyes. “So I grabbed them and then I-”

And that’s when it hits Steve. What he did. Almost an hour after the fact.

The fact being- He kissed Eddie.

“Oh God,” he mutters, horrified. “Oh fuck, oh God.”

“What? Are you having a stroke? What is it?” Robin asks, eyes widening in alarm. “Steve?” She waves her hands in front of his face and bread crumbs fly everywhere. Steve knows he’s going to have to clean those, but right now he doesn’t care about that at all.

He lets out a pitiful whimper, his hands flying to his face. “Oh my God!”

“Steve, what?”

“I kissed Eddie,” he says, but the words are muffled by his hands over his face.

He hears Robin let out a sigh. “Steve, my best friend, my platonic soulmate with a capital P. I know we joke about it but I can’t actually read your mind. I’m gonna need you to speak more clearly.”

Dropping his hands onto the counter, Steve’s eyes meet hers, then he says, loud and clear, “I kissed Eddie.”

Robin’s face goes through many different emotions in like, twenty seconds. Shock, confusion, something that Steve dubs her fucking finally, dingus! expression, and then, outrage.

“Wait! So you were late because you were busy kissing Eddie? Steve!” She says on her way to get angry again, but Steve starts shaking his head before she’s done talking.

“No! Robs, I was running late and then I kissed Eddie as I was getting out of the van!”

The outrage disappears and she grins at Steve. “Fucking finally, dingus!” She says, and yup, that’s the one, Steve got it right. She holds her hand up for a high five, but Steve grabs her hand between his instead, shaking his head.

“No, Robin, no, this is bad.”

“Why? You like Eddie!”

“I do! I like him so much, but he was never supposed to find out, and definitely not by me just- kissing him!” He says, shaking his hands wildly and Robin’s too since it’s still trapped between them.

“Okay, first, I need my hand back,” Robin says, extracting her hand from Steve’s hold. “Now, what did Eddie do when you kissed him? Did he kiss you back or did he go like, ahhh and pushed you out of the van?”

“I- I don’t know. Nothing?” Steve tries to remember, but his whole morning was a blur. It’s just his luck that he finally kisses the boy he likes and he can’t even remember it. “He just- sat there. Actually, he sat there for a while because he was still here when we were helping that family. Oh my God, is that bad? Do you think he’s mad? Robs, what do I do?” He drops his head on the counter and feels Robin pat his head. He doesn’t even care that her hand is sticky with peanut butter and jelly.

“You said he’s picking you up later?” Steve makes what’s supposed to be a noise of assent. “Okay, so you talk to him.”

“If he even shows up.”

Another pat. “I’m sure he will and then you just tell him the truth. That you kissed him because-”

“I was having a stroke?” He says, twisting his head to one side so he can look at her.

Robin rolls her eyes. “I said the truth, dingus.”

“But the truth is so embarrassing. So, Eddie, I kissed you because I think you’re cute, I kissed you because you came to my rescue this morning, I kissed you because you called me sweetheart and it might’ve melted my brain. I kissed you because I finally let myself do what I’ve wanted to do for weeks!” He groans pitifully. “What if he doesn’t like the truth, Robin? What if he doesn’t like me?”

“You know what I think about that,” she says and Steve does know. She’s told him that she thinks Eddie feels the same way over and over while trying to convince him to make a move, but Steve doesn’t believe her. “But if he doesn’t, then at least you’ll know. And whatever happens, you’ll have me and an endless supply of romantic movies we can both cry to! And ice cream, lots and lots of ice cream!”

Steve lifts his head fully from the counter and smiles gratefully at her. “Thanks, Robs.”

“Of course, Steve, now come on! I know what movie I’m picking today!” She says, hopping onto the counter and swinging her legs over it, barely missing Steve’s head.

“Ugh, not Children of Paradise again, please.” Steve groans when Robin grabs hold of his wrist and pulls him in the direction of their romantic drama section.

She does pick that one again and Steve has no choice but to go with it, but at least with a two-part movie, he’s distracted for a whole two hours and forty-five minutes so he doesn’t think about Eddie or what he’ll say to him later.

Not that much anyway.

(Okay, maybe he does.)

***

Steve half expects Eddie to not show up, and a part of him wishes he’s right, so he doesn’t have to talk to him yet- or ever.

He’s surprised when, at four o’clock, he sees the van roll into the Family Video parking lot.

That surprise quickly turns into horror and he must make some kind of noise that alerts Robin and makes her follow his gaze.

“I told you he’d come!”

He turns to her with a pleading look. “Please let me hitch a ride with you and Nancy, Robs, I can’t do this.”

“You can, Steve,” she says, putting her hands on his shoulders to guide him toward the door. Steve tries to put up some resistance, digging his heels into the floor, but she puts her whole body into it and manages to get him moving.

“What if I kiss him again?”

Robin snorts. “Maybe try to have a conversation with him first,” she suggests, pulling the door open and shoving Steve through it. “And if it turns out that he wants to kiss you then go for it!”

“But what do I even say?”

“You’re asking me that? Pfff. I’m hopeless, you know that. Just be honest, okay? And call me as soon as you get home to tell me everything!” And with that, she shoves him toward Eddie’s van. Steve stumbles a few steps, thankfully catching himself just before he eats dirt.

When he looks up, he sees Eddie staring at him through the windshield. He probably just saw Steve nearly faceplant in the parking lot- and Steve’s supposed to hope Eddie wants to kiss him after that? Yeah, right.

With a sigh, he starts walking towards the van. He reaches the passenger door sooner than he’d like, and after bracing himself, he opens the door and climbs inside.

“Hey,” Steve says, wiggling his fingers in a wave.

He notices that Eddie’s hands are clinging to the leather of the steering wheel. He gives Steve a smile that looks a little strained. “Hey, Steve.”

An awkward silence falls over them and Steve’s fingers itch to open the door and run away, but he can see Robin chatting with Nancy, the two of them standing next to her car, and he’s sure that if he makes a run for it, Robin will chase him down and drag him back to the front seat of Eddie’s van herself.

So he stays where he is and glances at Eddie, noticing that he looks different from this morning.

“You changed your clothes-” he starts, but Eddie chooses that moment to also start talking.

“Seems like Buckley’s in a better mood-”

They both cut themselves off when the other speaks, looking at each other and laughing a little awkwardly.

Eddie looks down at himself. He’s wearing ripped jeans, a self-made Corroded Coffin shirt, and his hair is pulled back into a ponytail, which allows Steve to see the earrings adorning his right ear. “I did change clothes. I don’t just hang around and do nothing in my pajamas all day. Sometimes, I wear jeans,” he says, making Steve snort. “So, did the PB&J sandwiches work?” He asks, gesturing at Robin across the parking lot. Steve can see her glancing towards the van every couple of seconds. She’s not being subtle.

“They did, but I also had to let her pick this long French drama for movie of the day and let her take an hour-long break. And also apologize like, three hundred times.”

“Damn, Buckley’s tougher than I thought,” Eddie whistles, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “But she let you off the hook?”

“Yeah, we’re good.”

Eddie nods. “Cool.”

Another silence. This one’s less uncomfortable, but it still feels like something is hanging over their heads. No, not just something.

Steve sighs. Might as well get it over with.

“So,” he says.

“So,” Eddie echoes, flexing his fingers around the steering wheel.

“I kissed you.”

There, he said it. It’s out there.

Eddie inhales sharply. “You did.” His knuckles start to turn white with how hard he’s gripping the wheel. “Um, why did you?”

He remembers Robin’s words. The truth, Steve. Just tell him the truth.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I didn’t even realize I did it at first,” Steve says, running a hand through his hair, keeping his eyes on his lap.

“So it was just- what? An accident? You- you didn’t mean it?” Eddie’s voice sounds uncharacteristically small, quiet. Steve risks glancing at him, and when he does, he finds that Eddie has shrunk in on himself. His eyes meet Steve’s for a split second and he looks hurt, like he wanted the kiss to mean something.

And Steve can’t have him thinking that it didn’t. No way.

He turns sideways on his seat, leaning forward, closing some of the distance between them.

“I didn’t realize I did it because I’m so used to thinking about kissing you,” Steve admits. Eddie’s eyes snap up to meet his- wide, hopeful.

“You- you are?”

Steve nods, feeling his cheeks turn pink, but he doesn’t let that stop him. “I’m just usually better at stopping myself from doing anything about it, but today,” He shakes his head, letting out a shaky laugh. “You swooped in to help me and were looking so cute in your pajamas and you were smiling at me with your dimples and I- I just did it, without thinking. So I didn’t mean to do it, but I meant it.”

Eddie’s lip is trapped between his teeth as he chews on it nervously. It’s very distracting, but Steve does his best to keep his eyes off his mouth and on his eyes, which are sparkling as he thinks over Steve’s words. “Holy shit, you did?”

“Yeah, I meant it so much that when I realized what I did, I started panicking.”

Finally, Eddie lets go of the steering wheel, slumping back against his seat, and huffing out a burst of air. “Thought I was the only one who was panicking.”

Steve’s eyebrows knit. “Why would you be panicking?”

Eddie shoots him an incredulous look. “Because! You kissed me and then just- said goodbye like- like you didn’t turn my world fucking- upside down with that kiss, pun absolutely intended. I didn’t know if for you it was like, a friend thing or a mistake or-”

“Not a friend thing,” Steve says, “and not a mistake.”

Eddie lets those words sink in then starts nodding in a way that makes him look like the Chewbacca bobblehead toy he keeps next to his bed. Steve has to bite down on a smile. “Okay. Okay, good, because I want you to do it again.”

“Huh?”

Eddie meets his gaze. “You took me by surprise this morning, but I want you to kiss me again. So I can kiss you back this time.”

Steve’s stomach flips. “Holy shit.” He doesn’t move right away and Eddie looks at him expectantly, not taking it back, waiting for Steve to kiss him again. And what the fuck is Steve even waiting for? “Shit, yeah, okay.”

His hand catches Eddie’s jaw, cradles it with his palm, and he leans over the space between the two seats for the second time that day. Only this time, he moves slowly, committing everything to memory- the way Eddie’s breath hitches when Steve touches his face, the way he goes cross-eyed staring at Steve as he moves closer, the way he whines when their lips brush, not quite touching yet.

And finally, the way Eddie fists the lapel of Steve’s Family Video vest, and in an impatient move, pulls him towards him, crashing their mouths together.

And Steve- well. Steve doesn’t know how he did this already and didn’t remember until an hour later. Because this? He’s never forgetting this.

Eddie’s mouth is warm and soft. There’s a small cut on his bottom lip, no doubt from him chewing on it hard while panicking. When Steve flicks his tongue over it, Eddie yelps, but then he’s tugging Steve even closer by his vest and he’s licking into Steve’s mouth and Steve’s brain goes offline. He gets lost in the kiss. Lost in Eddie. He’s drowning and he never wants to come up for air.

But sadly that’s not something he can do. At some point, he has to breathe so he breaks the kiss but he doesn’t go far. He stays in Eddie’s space, his hand stroking over his jaw. And even if he wanted to move he wouldn’t be able to go anywhere, not with the hold Eddie has on his vest.

“I say this should count as our first kiss,” Eddie whispers, his forehead resting against Steve’s.

“What’s wrong with our actual first kiss?”

“Dude,” Eddie says, and the fact that he’s calling him that while their faces are a few inches from each other after kissing, makes Steve giggle. “The kiss lasted like, a second and you ran away right after!”

Steve’s face scrunches up. “Yeah, maybe it wasn’t my best work.”

Eddie snorts. “It really made me question everything I heard about Steve Harrington’s kissing prowess.”

“My- what? Where did you even hear that?”

Eddie shrugs, making Steve’s hand fall from his jaw to his shoulder where he starts playing with a curl that slipped free from his ponytail. “I used to hang out under the bleachers a lot, and heard many girls gossiping about your mad kissing skills.” He waggles his eyebrows, making Steve laugh. “So imagine my surprise when you go and kiss me like- like my grandma used to kiss me! I thought they had to be talking about someone else.”

Steve’s cheeks go red, but he tries to save some face by asking, “And after that second kiss, do you still think they were wrong?”

Eddie gulps. “Nope.”

“Good,” Steve says with a pleased smile. “Then maybe we can count this as our first kiss, I wouldn’t want my reputation to be ruined when we tell people about this.”

Eddie doesn’t laugh at the joke. He’s back to chewing on his lip, which is significantly more distracting now that Steve knows what those lips feel and taste like, but right now he focuses on the way Eddie’s eyes start flickering all over the inside of the van, not meeting Steve’s when he quietly asks, “This?”

“What?”

“You said this like, what do you mean? What is this?” He lets go of Steve’s vest to gesture between them. “Is it like, just kissing or do you, uh, do you want to be with me? Like, boyfriends or something?”

“Exactly like boyfriends,” Steve says, making Eddie squeak adorably. “If that’s what you want.”

“Steve, God, there’s nothing I want more,” Eddie says with a dopey smile that rivals Steve’s.

Except it doesn’t because Steve is beaming at the thought of being Eddie’s boyfriend. Of Eddie being his boyfriend. Christ. He would be embarrassed about how giddy he feels if he couldn’t tell Eddie was riding the same high as he is.

“Then I guess I should give my boyfriend that ride home that I promised him, hm?” He asks, leaning back on his seat, but not before he leaves a fleeting kiss on the corner of Steve’s mouth.

And God, hearing Eddie call him that makes Steve feel like he’s floating. “Yeah, you should.”

He leans back too as Eddie starts the van. Steve glances across the parking lot before he drives them away and realizes that Nancy’s car is gone. They must’ve taken off around the time Steve kissed Eddie after Robin realized Steve wouldn’t try to run.

“I promised you something too, if I remember correctly,” Steve says, looking out the window as Eddie drives them onto the main street. His eyes flick towards Steve, one of his eyebrows raised. “I promised I’d do anything if you gave me a ride to work, remember?”

Eddie’s eyes widen as he realizes what he’s talking about. He teased Steve about this all morning and now it’s his turn to return the favor.

“And now that we’re together the list of things I can do got significantly bigger so you might want to think about how you want me to pay you back,” he says with a smirk.

Color starts rising from Eddie’s neck to his cheeks and then to his ears. “I- shit, you want me to think about this while I drive?” His voice goes higher in pitch as he stammers more words out. “Do you want me to crash this fucking van, Steve? Jesus!”

Steve just laughs, relaxing back against his seat. He trusts Eddie not to get them into an accident, but just to be on the safe side, he stops teasing him and reaches for the volume dial on the radio, turning the music up.

He steals glances at Eddie as he drives, thinking how the end of his day did a complete turn from how it started. His morning had been a disaster, especially when he thought he ruined things with Eddie.

But now, Steve is heading home after kissing the boy he likes, and he gets to watch him play sexy mechanic while fixing his car, and he gets to do something about it if he wants- like kiss Eddie stupid against the hood of his car.

So, in retrospect, Steve thinks, his alarm not going off this morning might actually be the best thing to ever happen to him.

#steddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #hello this is my 8th fic in three weeks who else is impressed by this because i definitely am #steve harrington #eddie munson #monse writes

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joshsjipple · 2 months

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Brother's Best Friend, pt 1

JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey guys! Happy Valentine’s Day! For those of you (me) who don’t have a Valentine and need a little spice, here's a two part series I'm gonna do:) I've had this idea forever and I'm so glad with the way it turned out. As always, this stuff is unedited.

Word Count: 4.9k

WARNINGS: 18+ this is very very dirty! graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), LOTS of dirty talk and praise bc I love it, oral sex (m/f/ rec), face riding, fingering, slight hair pulling, slapping, slight choking, language, cum play if you squint, some degradation, minor cock warming, small daddy kink, p in v, dom (m) sub (f), fluff. Sorry if I missed any!

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Your feet splash through the puddles of water resting on the cement. Rain drizzles down from above you, thunder crashing around you like drums in a rock n’ roll song. You cross your arms over your skimpy top you had been dying to wear for weeks and choke back another sob.

It’s late, probably around midnight. You left the party ten minutes ago after a run in with your older brother, Henry. You two had always been close growing up. But the older you got, the more controlling he became. You had only had one boyfriend your whole highschool career. Even though Henry was three years over you and graduated long before you did, he still managed to scare everyone off. Even tonight, even though you’re a twenty year old woman, he still glared at every guy who came remotely close to you.

“Men only want one thing.” He’d say after you’d beg him to stop interfering with your life. “As your brother, it’s my job to look after you.”

That’s how every conversation went. Every conversation up until tonight. Tonight, you’d finally had enough. After Henry shooed off your pursuer for the night, you’d marched over to him, anger bubbling in your blood.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you started.

“Y/N, what?” He played dumb.

“Why do you always have to control my every move? I’m a grown adult, I can fuck who I want!”

“Yeah, clearly,” he snorted.

“The fuck does that mean?” You raised your voice.

“Oh yeah, as if I have no idea about what happened on your senior prom night.” he took a drink from a can of beer in his hand.

You pause. “How-”

“Doesn’t matter. Whatever. I was trying to protect you from this kind of stuff, but seeing you’re a fucking slut anyways, what’s the point?” he growled.

His words slashed through the temporary walls you had built on the way over to talk to him. This man, your brother, who you had grown up with and loved your whole life, was slut shaming you. You could barely stand as your knees began to womble. Without another word you rushed out the front door.

Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea, seeing it was storming and you came to the party with Henry. But at the time, nothing was worse than staying there and facing his hurtful words. With his friends around him, you felt outnumbered and solemnly betrayed. It was better this way, although, you were pretty sure you felt worse about the whole thing than he did.

Now, the rain picks up again and drenches your already shivering body. Your hair is a wet mess on your head. You rub your eyes, smearing mascara even further. Fuck it. You don’t care.

You jump as you hear a car approaching behind you. Your heart pounds in your chest as you tell yourself it’s just passing by. When it slows, your body freezes in its place.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice strikes into the night. You turn around to see Josh, your brother’s best friend, driving behind you. His head sticks out the window, a worried expression on his face. “I thought that was you.”

You stand in silence, unsure of what to do. You’ve known Josh since you were a kid. But he’s only been a side character in your life. He was always there, but he never did anything significant. Occasionally, he would drive you to places because you were too scared to get your license. He’d help you with your homework and eat dinner with your family at least once a week. But you’d never really considered yourself friends. Especially after he started dating your mortal enemy his senior year. But that ended soon after it started. You never hated him, your feelings for him were the exact opposite actually.

Like any younger sister would, you developed a crush on your big brother’s best friend. There was just something different about him. The way he talked about stuff he enjoyed and remembered the little things that mattered to the people around him. It didn’t hurt that he was good looking as well. Your crush only intensified as you got older. It went from a harmless crush to an ache in your lower abdomen. Of course, nothing ever became of it as you were a few years younger than him. Once you turned 18 you were anxious to tell him how you felt, but as his band grew, you overheard him and his twin discussing.

“No distractions, Jake. If this is what we want, we need to put all of our energy into it.” Josh said, his hand carefully resting on his brother's arm. “That means no women.”

It was never meant to be, and you accepted it. Things got easier as you both gradually went your separate ways. Slowly, he stopped coming to dinners every week. It became a holiday tradition for him to appear, smiles on his face and gifts in hand. You started college and soon, your feelings for Josh weren’t as evident. That was, until you saw him again. Then, all the feelings and reasons on why you loved him came rushing back.

It happened every time, so you weren’t surprised to feel everything again when he came to the party tonight after his six month tour. He looked refreshed and well rewarded. All it did was remind you how happy he was away from home, and admitting your feelings would only give him a reason to stay.

“It’s me.” your voice shakes as you snap back to reality. You squint your eyes at the beaming headlights and pray you don’t look as bad as you feel.

“Sorry, I probably scared you. I wasn’t thinking, I just wanted to find you.”

“It’s okay.” You say, feeling a bit awkward.

“Can I take you home?”

“Don’t worry about it, Josh.” you shake your head and start walking away again. Josh only follows you, driving right beside you.

“Really? I have heat.” he says in a tempting voice.

“I wasn’t going to go home. I was just gonna walk around for a bit.” you admit.

He thinks for a second. “Okay, come to my place. Everyone’s out so you don’t have to worry about disturbing us. I know you always do.”

You pause and he slows next to you. He’s right, actually. You hate to make people go out of their way for you. Turning to him, you give him a soft smile and tug on the passenger side door. He was right, he did have heat.

The ride to Josh’s house was quiet for a while. The air was stiff between you two, which is odd because usually you two had no issues. It felt different tonight. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something changed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he finally asks.

You shake your head. “Nothing to talk about.”

“Okay,” he says. “But you can, if you want.”

You turn your attention back to the road ahead of you. “How was your tour?”

“Oh, you know. Lots of drinking, smoking, drugs, and women.” he says sarcastically, but for some reason it strikes a cord in you and you stop talking entirely. Josh notices and responds quickly. “Oh. I was just joking.”

“Yeah.” you say, rubbing your chin.

The radio plays quietly in the background, some old bluesy song fulfilling the silence. You turn to watch Josh, who has one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his thigh. You stare shamelessly at his hand. It’s large and veins protrude from the skin. Your eyes shift up and focus on his arms, the slight muscles and tones skin. You run your tongue over your bottom lip and glare at his side profile. His hair, once long, was now cut shortly on the sides with curls resting on the top. His jawline is sharp enough to cut your skin, his lips plump and full. If his nose didn’t have the familiar bump on it, you would have thought he was an imposter.

“See something you like?” he asks. His tone is both serious and joking.

“Yeah,” you sigh, a wave washing over you. “You’ve changed a lot.”

“Me?” he laughs. “You’ve changed. I mean, you used to have-” he stops and swallows.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing. You’ve just filled out. Like every woman does. Not bad-” he stutters nervously.

“So you’ve been checking me out?” you smirk. His eyes meet yours briefly before returning to the road.

“Uhm. Well. Your top doesn’t hide much.” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

He’s right. You look down to see the lace corset that is pushing up your boobs just right. Still cold and wet from the rain, your nipples press against the fabric. The view makes you shift in your seat, searching for friction.

“Yeah.” you agree and unbuckle yourself.

Josh’s hands grip the steering wheel, his eyes watching both you and the road ahead. You don’t know what has come over you, but the image of Josh looking at your tits makes your pussy throb. He’s changed alright, and his newfound muscles and hair has your mind thinking some inappropriate ideas.

You crawl slowly over the center counsel and watch his breathing hitch. He shifts in his seat and clears his throat. As your lips drag across the warm skin of his cheek, he lets out a breathy moan. Delighted with the sound, you tug on his ear.

“Jesus, Y/N. What are you doing?”

“You, hopefully. Unless you’re scared of my brother’s warnings.” you tease, your hand palming him through the black leather pants clinging to his legs.

Josh turns down the nearest gravel road and parks on the side, turning his lights on. He faces you in a haze, his eyes hooded and lazy. His hand finds your cheek and he runs his fingers over the soft skin.

“Oh baby. The devil himself couldn’t keep me from you.”

And with that, his lips slam into yours. You freeze for a second but soon reciprocate his actions. His hands tangle in your hair, yours in his. His tongue drags across your bottom lip, an invitation under seductive cover. You grant him access, allowing his tongue to dig into your mouth. You moan, and he quickly swallows the sound, supplying you with his own set of whimpers. He pulls back, his eyes filled with a mischievous glare.

“Are you a virgin?” he simply asks.

“I’m not a prude.” you scoff, taking offense.

Josh shakes his head. “Being a virgin doesn’t make you a prude. All it does is alter the way I’m fucking you tonight.”

You swallow harshly and squeeze your legs together at his words. “No, I’m not a virgin.”

“Okay.” he says before pulling the lever that keeps his seat up.

It reclines quickly so he’s almost horizontal. You smile and giggle as he smirks at you.

“Well, darling?” he asks in an accent.

“Maybe the back seat would be better?” you question.

Josh shrugs and opens his door. You do the same, meeting him in the back seat. You share the same goofy expression as you crawl to each other. His hands find your waist immediately and he hoists you onto his lap, earning a surprised gasp from your lungs. With your knees on either side of his legs, you connect lips. He tastes like alcohol and sugar and you grind your hips into him. He groans, and you can feel him hard between you. The few pieces of clothing between you two is all that keeps you apart. You rock against him again, your skirt riding up your thighs. Josh takes notice and pushes it up farther with his hands. As you bite and tug at the skin on his neck, his hands squeeze your ass. The gesture is strong enough to know it will leave a mark.

You let out a pitiful moan you didn’t know you had in yourself. He twitches against your leg, obviously finding it very attractive. Letting out a shaky breath, he distributes a soft smack to your ass. You jump and suck harder onto his neck, trying to muffle the sounds of your pathetic moans. Josh feels your vibrations and you can feel the smirk on his face.

“I think I have you figured out, doll.” he seductively says before smacking your ass again, this time, more firmly. You cry his name into the crevice of his neck. “Yeah? You like it when I smack you?”

You can feel your panties grow damper by the second. You had no idea you were into this. Or that he was.

“Answer me,” he hisses.

“Yes! Yes, daddy please!” you cry, the name leaving your mouth without thinking.

He whimpers and thrusts himself into you. You cry at the friction and find his lips again. You grind against his leather pants, desperately searching for friction. Josh watches you, his teeth biting his lip.

“Take this off, mama.” he tugs at your skirt. You unzip it and throw it up front. “Red lace? You filthy girl.”

He grabs your ass and lifts you up so all your weight is on your knees. He kisses your stomach and plants a kiss on the hem of your panties. His fingers that dig into your ass wander between your legs. The feeling of his digit sliding over your dripping core makes you shudder above him.

“So worked up, and for what?” he teases, enjoying the show above him.

“You.” you say weakly.

“How long?” he asks.

“Since I’ve known you.” You admit, feeling no shame considering you’re half-naked in front of him.

“What a slut, baby. And all for me?” he whispers, his finger dipping into you. “Take these off.”

You crawl off of him and do your best to gracefully pull the drenched material off your body. Once it’s off, Josh pulls you back onto his lap. You’re shocked and confused, but the look in his eye makes you ditch your expectations.

“You want me so bad? Fine, show me how bad and fuck yourself on my leg.” he spits. “While you’re doing that, you’re gonna tell me how long you’ve waited for this moment.”

You move to straddle his right leg, immediately working yourself onto him. He tears off his shirt. It’s dark in the car, but the full moon shines just right, showing you his soft skin and sculpted chest. His fingers move to your corset, toying with the back.

“As much as I love how little this top covers, I want the full view.” he unties the strings in the back. “Talk, or this is over. Tell me how bad you’ve wanted it.”

“So bad.” you cry. “Since you started tutoring me.”

“That long? You were what– a junior?” he slips your top off and leans back.

You pick up your pace, your arousal soaking into his leg. “I was so jealous of all those girls you would hang out with.”

His eyes absorb your breasts and how they look bouncing in the faint light. He brings one of his callused hands and teases the nipple. “So jealous of the girls who got my cock, huh?” He leans forward and begins to suck on the bead of your nipple.

“So jealous!” you say in a high-pitched tone. Your stomach tightens and you feel the familiar feeling grow in your stomach. “Fuck, Josh. I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, mama. All over my leg like a good girl. Make a mess.” he encourages, moving to the peak of your other breast. “Bet you did this all the time. Fucking yourself with your fingers, imagining it was my cock.”

“I did, I did.” you say as your eyes fill with stars. You shake at the feeling of your release.

“Fuck. That’s so hot.” he breaths into your chest. “You’re a blessing.”

Pulling yourself off of him, you grab his face and pull him in. Your teeth knock together as you run your hand across his raging erection. He groans at the contact and fucks up into your hand.

“Suck my cock. I know you want to.”

You do. So, you pull away from his mouth and work at his buttons. His cock springs free as you pull both layers off his body. It rests on his stomach, glistening precum decorating the tip. You drool at his size, the length and thickness. Without another word, you dip your face between his legs and take him into your mouth. He shakes beneath you, giving you a sense of power you enjoy.

“Holy fuck. Just like that. Wrap your pretty lips around it.”

His hands find your hair and he forms a makeshift ponytail with his hands. Using this as a handle, he pushes your head up and down. You bob on him, hot tears streaming down your face. You take him as best as you can, gagging on him as your tongue messes with whatever area of skin it can find. He sounds so pretty above you, his breath hitches and sweet profanities being whispered to you. In one swift motion, he pulls you off of him and wipes your lip with the pad of his thumb.

“You take me so well, better than any other girl I’ve had. But I want to cum later, mk?” You nod. “I want you to ride my face.”

“Wha-”

“Please. I’ve waited for this too. I have dreams of you and I wake up so fucking hard, baby.”

His confession has you placing both knees on the side of his head.

“Tell me if I’m crushing you, okay?” you say seriously.

“Fuck that. Ride my face, hard.”

He hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you onto his face. His tongue runs between your folds and circles your bundle of nerves strategically. He sucks on your clit pulling it between his lips and letting it go again. You grind into him, your hand smearing on the window like the Titanic. You’re a huge mess above him, crying his name and cursing. He groans into your core, the vibrations unleashing a whole new kind of moan from your lips. You pull yourself off him slightly and when you look down, you see two giant brown eyes staring back into you.

“You look so pretty between my legs.” you breathe.

His eyes stay burning into your soul as he slides a finger into your heat, his tongue flicking once over your sensitive bead. You cry out once. Then again when he slides a second finger into you. As if he's an expert, he finds your G-spot immediately. His fingers pump in and out of you at the same rhythm as his tongue. Rockstars are the fucking best.

Completely lost in the feeling, you grind into his face, your hands tugging in his perfect curls. You ride his face, chasing your own high. “Josh. I’m gonna cu-” The words barely leave your mouth. You scream and thrash above him, his arms keeping you glued to his face as he continues to lap mercilessly at your throbbing clit. The adrenaline and heat floods your bloodstream, making you extremely dizzy. If he wasn’t holding you into him, you probably would have fallen over.

After a few seconds, you detach yourself from your brother’s best friend’s face. It’s soaked with your cum and arousal, but his smile lets you know there’s no other way he’d have it. Crawling off of him, you straddle his cock. It’s pulsing between your legs. Having enough, Josh flips you onto your back. He leans over you wearing a shit-eating smirk proudly.

“Ready, baby?” he asks as he lines himself up. “Gonna fuck this tight little pussy and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.”

He pushes into you, not all the way, but enough. You cry at the feeling of being stretched, your hands clawing at his back. You both moan as he rocks his hips into you again. You’re dripping all over him, making a mess in his back seats.

“God, look at you. It’s barely in and you’re fucking withering.”

“Give it to me,” you beg. “Treat me like the slut I am.”

He pulls back before thrusting completely to the hilt. Your back arches, a cry leaving your mouth. It fucking hurts, but it feels like heaven.

“You feel like velvet.” his hips snap again. “Such a pretty, perfect pussy.”

Josh tucks his head into your neck, kissing and sucking across your collarbone. You wrap your legs around his waist, trying to keep him deep inside you. He snaps in and out of you at an insane pace. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, your mouth hanging open.

“So big,” you whisper. “Filling me up.”

With every deep thrust, you’re overcome with ecstasy. He twitches inside of you, causing you to squeeze around him. He cries in your ear, his lips tugging at the skin. His rough hand dances between your bodies, settling on your sweet spot. The pad of his thumb circles aggressively across your bundle of nerves. Your whole body is aching and arched at his touch.

“Do it, mama. Cum for daddy. Cum all over his cock, Y/N. Give it to me.”

Your body tightens as you cry his name like a story. Your nails dig and scratch at his back, surely to leave a thousand tiny cuts. As you pulse around him, he rolls you both over so you’re on top. You sink into his skin, the feeling of his cock still hard inside of you making you tired. As it twitches, you shoot up, you eyes wide open.

“You didn’t cum-” you hiss.

“Shh baby. Ride me?” He kisses your forehead.

The idea makes you smirk. You never did much with your first, or second. They weren’t into anything besides missionary and you giving them head. Josh wanted it. All of it.

You line him up and sink onto him as he throws his head back. With hands gripping either side of your waist, he pulls you down into him so you’ve taken every inch. His mouth hangs open as he watches you slide up and down slowly on his length, taking him as best as you can.

“I’ve never done this.” you admit in a sloppy tone.

“Like any of this?” Josh pauses and stares at you.

“I’ve had sex, Josh. Just not positions. Can you tell me how you like it?” You ask.

“Fuck. We don’t have to-”

“No. I want to. So bad. Just talk me through it.”

Josh, with both of his hands on your hips, guides you. You get the memo and roll your hips against him. “Yes, just like that. Ride it.” His words make you pick up your pace. As you figure things out, you add a few tricks to it. He’s whimpering below you, cursing your name as you fuck him just how he likes it. His hand harshly smacks the fat of your ass cheek and you cry his name. He twitches inside of you, letting you know he’s close. With one rough thrust, you collapse onto his chest. Your hands tangle in his curls, your rhythm matching his thrusts. “Your tits are so hot. Could watch you like this forever.”

He plants a sloppy kiss on your lips, the sound of wet skin filling the car. You feel yourself close again, noticing how your own body reacts. You squeeze around his length.

“Gonna cum again?” he teases. You mumble under your breath. Your hair is glued to your red, fucked out face as you take every inch. Josh wraps his arm around your waist to keep you from moving and his other hand connects with your clit. You’re done for. “Yes! Fuck yes!” he cheers as another mind blowing orgasm rips through your body.

You tremble above him and buck against him as you come down from your high. Your foreheads connect and stick together from the sweat. He leans up and kisses you softly, tucking hair behind your ears and wiping a few stray tears from your eyes. His cheeks are flushed and you cup them with your hands, admiring his state.

Once again, he flips you onto your back, his cock leaving you. You squeak in slight disappointment. “I can’t cum again, Josh.” You admit, eyes still closed.

“Wanna stop?” he asks sweetly, cupping your face.

“No.” you say honestly.

He flips you on your stomach in one solid, swift motion. “Good. I’m not finished with you. Stick your ass up, sweet girl.” He smacks it as you lift it off the wet seats.

You watch him from over your shoulder, his fingers toying with your entrance. He looks so pretty in the light you just want to fuck his face again. He fists his cock, stroking it while staring at your leaking pussy. He curses under his breath and circles your hole, oblivious that you’re watching. When he sees, he circles the head of himself over your sensitive clit. You shudder as he sinks himself back into you, this new angle unlocking a new level of pleasure.

He doesn’t move which makes you grow impatient. “Josh.” you cry, elongating the ‘o’ in his name. You push yourself against him, searching for movement.

“Awe. Pretty girl is so hungry for me even though she’s already came twice.” he mocks. “Show me how bad you want it and fuck yourself on it.”

With another crack at your ass, you bounce onto him, your boobs brushing against the seats below you. The friction makes you bite your lip. Eventually, Josh can’t handle it and he meets your bounce with a thrust of his own. You wither from under him, sweet noises dancing around you. He’s pounding into you at a vicious rate. Not a single thought circles in your head at the moment.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growls loudly.

“Yours.” you whisper.

“Louder.”

“Yours! It’s yours.” you give in pathetically.

“Yeah it is. I’m fucking it like it’s mine because it is mine. Got it?”

“Mhm.” you cry, feeling his thrusts become sloppier by the second.

“Sorry, what?” he smacks your cheek and pulls you up so your back is pressed against his chest.

“My pussy’s yours, daddy!” you shake.

One hand wraps around your neck as the other cups your aching heat. He splits his fingers, feeling his cock pound into you. You tremble against him, your breathing quickening. “Josh, wait. I can’t. I can’t cum again, it hurts!”

“Poor little baby,” he bites your shoulder and squeezes your neck tighter. “Wants to play the game until she loses, huh? Not here, mama. Take it.”

His words have you bucking against him, using your own hand to circle your clit. He smacks it away and replaces it with his own. You both let out unearthly sounds as you approach your climax. With one final thrust, he spills into you which sends you over the edge yourself. You scream as your lips connect, his cock still spasming inside you. You fall flat on your chest and Josh pancakes you to the seat, his cock still buried inside of your walls.

“That’s my good girl.” he kisses your hair. Pleasure still floods through you, your brain barely processing a word he said. With hands planted on either side of you, he pushes himself off your body and pulls himself out. You feel the strands of cum fall from him and onto your thighs. “Jeeeez.” he says.

You flip onto your back, your chest still heaving. Josh is between your legs on his knees, throwing his shirt over his head before placing another kiss on your cheek.

“Does daddy just fuck you so good you can’t even get dressed?” he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The aggressive act is gone and replaced with the loving Josh you’ve grown up with.

“So good.” you smile, pulling him in for another kiss.

He falls onto you, his curls brushing across your face. Using your tits as pillows, he lays comfortably. “You’re amazing, do you know that?”

You sigh and giggle. “You’ve already fucked me Josh, no need to be a suck up.”

He lifts off of you again. “I’m not sucking up. You’re perfect, and I want this.”

“What?” the words tumble out of your mouth. “What about tour and the girls-”

“It’s you, Y/N. It’s always gonna be you. They mean nothing to me. They never have and never will. With you it’s real, and I want it.”

“But, Henry.”

“Fuck Henry. I was done with him the second he called you a slut. Only I get to call you that.” he jokes, kissing your nose.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“Are you?” He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t seem too sure.”

“Josh I’ve been in love with you my whole life. You just fucked me so hard I won’t be able to walk for a few days and now you want me to be your girlfriend. I’m sorry if it’s going to take me more than a few seconds to wrap my head around it.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” he apologizes and lays back on your chest. “We have all the time in the world, darling.”

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heartbreakgrill · 1 year

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kol mikaelson; best friend’s brother pt. 5- don’t blame me.

“oh, lord, save me. my drug is my baby i’ll be using for the rest of my life.

a/n: oooookay 😂 one more part after this? no promises? this chapter is cool and i like it but be warned it’s semi boring.

@fitzs-trained-monkey @fandomrulesall-blog @princess-charming-01

i was shunned.

it had been two months and i hadn't heard from rebekah. she'd stopped coming to school the day directly after her discovery. she texted caroline, informing her she wasn't going to be apart of the cheer team anymore. she was even respectful enough to return the uniform to her.

but she wouldn't answer any of my texts or calls.

i stared longingly at her usual desk in each and every class. paying attention was difficult when there was a newfound hole in my heart. i'd never been so close to somebody before, especially in such a small time frame. and suddenly she was gone.

all because of me.

i took up more shifts at the grill and was on the precipice of full-time. caroline, bonnie, and elena started having me over more often. but i excluded myself from supernatural conflicts. it's not like i had offered any good skills anyways.

it was better this way, i told myself.

elena would make jokes about how it was good i had decided to stop seeing rebekah. like i'd had a choice.

"i'm sure it was fun sometimes, but god, i would be sick to my stomach with fear," elena remarked, tossing popcorn into her mouth.

it was a friday night after the last football game of my entire life. a moment i should've gotten to share with rebekah.

i smiled, tight lipped. "yeah."

no.

i missed it.

it felt more normal than this.

movie marathons, making fun of romantic scripts. stuffing our faces with pizza and popcorn and soda. swimming until 3am, listening to one direction. a guaranteed 'ride' home from school everyday.

fuck, i'd even finally gotten my license. my mom started taking me out to practice with my learner's permit and, after a few weeks, i passed the test with flying colors. all my hours at the grill over the past two years made up enough money for a down payment on a decent car. i wished rebekah was in the passenger seat every time i left school. vamping was fun- but i had the entire world at my tires now. with no one to see it with.

though i did miss her vamping me everywhere. it always led to a laugh, a new happy memory to be shared between the two of us.

there would no more of those.

i'd gone to the house numerous times, of course. i'd waited a month to do so, afraid that if i came too soon, it would slice open the wound and pour lemon on the cut. the first time, i'd waited on the porch for ten minutes, fingers nervously playing with my lanyard. rebekah always joked that she would buy me a keychain whenever i got my license. she wanted to be the first one to do so.

but i'd had to buy my own.

i knocked, eventually. klaus opened the door. he smiled sadly, down at me.

"hello, love," he nodded once. affirming the situation. it was as bad as i thought.

"i-" i shut my mouth tightly. my voice was weak. "is rebekah here?"

klaus shook his head, left to right, "she left."

my heart sunk a little further. i was afraid it would drop out of me if it went any further. "where'd she go?"

left? the house? the family? the state? life itself? had klaus daggered her? had she decided to tap out of it all?

klaus leaned against the frame, crossed his arms. "my family founded new orleans, a long, long time ago. we had a house- a compound there. elijah thought it might be a good idea for us to leave mystic falls behind and start over. rebekah finalized that decision after- you."

tears welled up in my eyes. i quickly brushed my fingers against my cheeks, soaking up the water there. it kept coming though, and i sniffled at the flood. "oh. ok. i'm sorry- sorry to have come."

i went to leave, but klaus caught my wrist in his hand. he looked down at me, pitifully. his pupils were rounded out with compassion. that was the klaus caroline saw. that humanity. he pulled me into a hug.

it wasn't awkward or tense. i sunk into his arms, and the tears flowed from my eyes. he held me gently, one hand at my back, the other at the nape of my neck. his fingers were soothing on my skin, comforting me back from the ledge. eventually, i pulled away, flashing an embarrassed smile.

"um," i gulped, "when you see her, will..."

klaus nodded encouragingly. "it may take a while, but she'll hear you eventually. i can't promise forgiveness or the chance to move forward. she's stubborn. but she does love you. always and forever."

i shut my eyes tightly, a shaky breath reaching the bottom of my stomach. "thank you."

the other times i went, the house was empty. i just wanted to soak in the memories there, the smell of the garden, the chlorine of the pool, the aura of rebekah's room. i stood on the porch, staring at the door, willing it to unlock. then, i saw a envelope, sticking out from underneath a rock on the porch. my name was on the front, in a beautiful, cursive writing. it was heavier than an envelope of its size should be.

i quickly tore it open, careful not to rip the thick packet of papers inside. a letter from klaus was enclosed, along with a key, and that packet.

"dearest y/n,

i have enclosed the deed to our home here in mystic falls and in new orleans. i put them in your name. i didn't want to sell this one, in case my family wants to one day return. but i additionally wanted you to have it. i hope it's consolation, though it's not enough for what you've gone through since the supernatural first knocked on your door. the second is so we have a reason for unwanted to not be able to come in. i hope it's ok if i call you, need i your invitation.

below is the address of our compound in new orleans and my new cell phone number. one day, i hope we see you again. you are a mikaelson now, no matter what happens.

affectionately, klaus.'

i tipped the envelope and the key dropped into my hand and a necklace fell to the porch. i picked it up, hands beginnig to shake when i saw the mikaelson seal branded on its charm.

i burst into tears again.

–

kol was a different story.

for a week after, he came to see me. after school, walks home from the grill, a trip or two out to our over look. it was tense at times, especially when one of us would bring up the issue at hand. but we tried to push through. if i had been completely abandoned, i didn't know if i would've been able to move on so well. not that i was moving on at all.

then, after a week, he started making excuses. i waited for an hour after my shift at the grill one night. he never showed. so i walked home, wishing my drivers test would come sooner. it happened again later in the week. i waited twenty minutes.

at that fridays football game, i looked for his face in the crowd. he was nowhere to be seen. i texted him, called him. he sent back excuses, apologies that were empty. i'm sure rebekah was threatening him, and he felt pressured- but what about me? he'd roped me into this mess, and now he was leaving me on the side of the road. he was breaking the trust if built, brick by dirty brick.

eventually, his responses stopped. i cried myself to sleep two nights in a row when i realized he was never going to come to my window again. and when klaus told me they were moving, i stuffed kol's hoodie in the back of my closet, his boxers in a drawer somewhere.

movie tickets, a pressed flower, a polaroid of him. it was empty romance now. a hopeless dream i had once wished and was now paying for.

i should've known.

rebekah had been wrong. i never needed this- a hurricane, disrupting my life when it was just getting great. what lesson would i learn? that i was a shitty friend? that i was vulnerable and stupid and fucking hopeless.

when i got my license, i drove myself out to the cliff. i wore his hoodie, hoping it would bring me a sense of closure. i sat on the open trunk of my car, clutching the necklace around my throat. i hid it under my shirt everyday. it was still valuable to me. it made me feel a little better.

tears wallowed down my face, sobs threatening to burst through my mouth. i put in my headphones and listened to his songs, his favorite lyrics. the 1975 was truly meant for douche bags like him.

i sat silently, staring at the full moon, howling down at me like it was humorous, this barren moment. here i was, alone. where we had once been together.

in every way.

i swear i heard a twig snap from the woods. i jumped off the trunk, spinning around to face whatever danger was there.

"hello?" i peered into the darkness, tired and afraid. i pulled a headphone from my ear.

a shadow moved along the tree line and my eyes snapped towards it. it dissipated as moonlight streaked across the trees.

someone had been there. or maybe it was a trick in my head.

i went home.

life moved on.

fall bled into winter, but the only real change in the days was the bitter cold that came some nights. it snowed, only sometimes, and i relished in the excuse to skip school, work, to just lay in bed. i carried my chair to the balcony some times, sat there and watched the snow fall around me. i'd shiver under a blanket, and get a cold every once and awhile. but it felt good to freeze.

i was a walking cliche for some months. until i let myself thaw a little. caroline and i became closer friends. it began one day after school, when i was at my locker. she offered for me to come with her, elena, and bonnie to a tour of white more college. i declined. she asked why. i shrugged.

"are you.." i watched her take a deep breath. her brows furrowed. she frowned. "y/n...are you okay? god, how has nobody noticed how- i'm so sorry."

she latched onto me, hugging me tightly to her chest. my eyes watered a bit.

"it's fine, care," i pushed off of her. i felt like i was choking. "there's bigger issues in the world than my broken heart."

"no, god, y/n..." she sighed, "you lost your best friend and your...boyfriend? you lost kol all within the span of a month. i don't know what happened between you two, but i do remember that night- rebekah's party. you had feelings for him. and he left you. what happened?"

i shut my locker, crossed my arms over my chest, "i don't know. they moved to new orleans. i guess i was too heavy of baggage to pack."

caroline shook her head, "no, don't say that. that's not true. hey- screw bonnie and elena. why don't we go out tonight? get drunk at some random bar, cry over tequila shots and dance with small-town 7 looking boys?"

i let myself laugh for the first time in a long time. i nodded, "sure. that sounds...fun, actually."

hours later; i was dressed up in the tiniest black piece of cloth, wearing a pair of caroline's heels that made my feet groan when i walked. i let her curl my hair, do my makeup. all of it took too much energy- but i needed to stop moping. i needed to close the chapter on mourning and start writing the one for healing.

i needed to start getting ready for graduation. prepare to spend my last summer as a kid in my hometown.

the mikaelsons weren't going to ruin my life. not my senior year.

i threw my head back, a tequila shot burning down my throat. i coughed into my elbow slightly, looking at Caroline with a grin. she cheered as i slammed the glass back onto the bar.

the music blared in my ears, another 2000s pop hit that was only fun to listen to in bars like this. we danced, drank stuff she compelled out of the bartender, and i sat and watched as she flirted with two boys.

they came over to us and she looked to me, "let's go dance with them! fuck kol!"

i shook my head, laughing, "no, thanks. you go, have fun!"

i slid off the bar stool. she frowned at me, but shrugged. "if you insist!"

i watched her escape to the dance floor with the two boys. they fell into the crowd easily, dancing perfectly on beat to the miley cyrus song. i glanced around the crowd, at the different dancers taking up the space in the bar. my eyes fell over the face of a brown-headed boy. his hair fell in perfect swoops on his head, curling slightly at the nape of his neck.

my heart beat skipped as he turned towards me, laughing with his friends. there were crinkles in his cheeks, white teeth gleaming between rosy pink lips. my gaze flickered to his eyes, shining bright chocolate in the dimmed lighting in the bar.

i thought i was going to puke.

i stumbled out the back door of the bar, bracing my hands on the brick wall by the dumpster. it was freezing outside and goosebumps immediately prickled at my skin. i tucked my hair behind my ears furiously, taking deep, stubborn breaths.

i needed to hear his voice. i needed- needed something from him. an echo. a memory.

i pulled out my phone, quickly dialing the number i had memorized.

and he answered.

"kol?" i nearly sobbed, tears flecking down my face, smearing my mascara.

there was nothing but silence on the other end of the line.

then i heard a shuffle. my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

"kol," i breathed, "i know you're t-there. i k- why did you leave me? why did you just leave me here to deal with this mess? you said that i meant something to you, and then you just left. who does that? i-i put everything on the line for you! i put my trust in you! and you fucking left me! you kno-"

my voice cracked, and a sob burst through my lips. "i think i-"

i set my hand against the wall, my shoulder brushing up against it as a cry wracked my body.

"i think i might have loved you."

i heard another shuffle on his end.

"but, i guess i'll just let that go. i hope that you're okay- you deserve to be okay, even though you left me here. alone. i'm going to say goodbye even though you didn't give that to me. goodbye, kol. i miss you."

i hung up. he wasn't going to talk anyways.

taking a deep breath, i threw my phone across the narrow alleyway because of a burst of anger. it hit the wall, broke into pieces.

it was time to let it go anyways.

–

5 months passed.

i was sitting on the couch in the salvatore boarding house. caroline sat beside me, annoyed, with her arms crossed over her chest.

i popped another grape in my mouth, the plastic baggy in my hand crinkling. "sure you don't want a grape?"

caroline rolled her eyes with a huff. "i want to go get ready to graduate high school- not sit here and wait for damon to solve this weeks crisis."

i rose my brows in surprise, chewed on another grape. "forget i asked."

i wasn't exactly 100% sure what was happening: though i'd grown back into this friend group, and simultaneously gotten involved in a few conflicts here and there, i wasn't always up to date on the news. i tried to stay on the sidelines, as per usual, especially after i was almost killed two months ago.

being close with caroline, meant getting close with the entire group. which, now, was fine. two months ago, it was overwhelming. one minute, i had been with her at the local mall. shopping. the next, i was tied up in some back-alley, abandoned store, with a head wound and a knife in my stomach.

i still don't remember much from that day. but i do remember jeremy.

he had stormed in, to my recuse, only a few hours after i'd been kidnapped by some big shot vampire with a grudge against stefan. jeremy had prioritized me. bonnie had done a locator spell and, instead of waiting for a negotiation, he came and got me.

caroline was there beside him. she took out the enemy and then offered me her blood. i denied it for the first time in my life. i'd never been in this situation before. but i knew the potential consequences of healing quickly like that.

i chose the hospital.

i let jeremy untie the ropes, carefully pick me up, and carry me to the ER. he sat with me for three days- there even when even my mother and father weren't.

he held my hand, soothed my headaches, and made sure i was always stocked up on cafeteria jello.

that's when i felt the hole in my heart stitch up. that's when i fully started to like waking up again. when i was noticed again, when my existence mattered. when i had someone to listen to me ramble about my night at work, someone to cheer me on at basketball games when i was cheering on our team.

when i had someone there to hold me, to soothe the ache away. to fill the void. someone who wasn't fleeting. someone who wasn't dangerous and bad.

the door to the boarding house flung upon. damon sauntered in, heading straight for the whiskey bottle. elena, jeremy, and bonnie followed behind him. bonnie looked exhausted. elena had blood on her shirt. and jeremy's shoulders dropped in exhaustion as he set down the heavy duffel bag of vampire weapons.

i looked to his kind brown eyes, and watched them light up as he met mine. i stood from my seat, feeling pulled towards him. the others dropped out of my vision, out of my focus, as i reached for his face with gentle hands. my stomach did flutter with some kind of feeling for him. it wasn't as strong, as passionate. but it was there.

"are you okay?" i comforted, examining him for wounds.

his hands came to rest at my back. "yeah, i'm good. elena and damon got to em before i could."

"good," i let out a deep breath. "that's good."

jeremy hugged me tight. i closed my eyes, resting my head in the crook of his neck. i breathed in his scent. i relished being held. i relished having someone to care and worry for like this.

it wasn't jeremy's fault i didn't care that it was him.

because if he stayed silent long enough, i could pretend, for even a second, that he was a different body under my touch. that his songs were different when they played in the car, that he took me on more emotionally connecting dates than the grill.

i did care about him. i always had. i'd known jeremy since i was ten, he was 8. my family just moved to mystic falls. and elena, bonnie, and caroline became my friends. frequent sleepovers were spent at the gilbert house. and jeremy was the lame little brother who, i guess, secretly harbored a crush on me for years.

each time he'd died over the past two years, i had cried. i'd mourned him at his funerals, was hopefull when he'd returned from the dead. because i cared for him.

but, now, i was standing on the edge of a cliff. he had jumped a long, long time ago. my feet were hanging off of the ledge- and i couldn't bring myself to let go of the sky holding me up.

i felt my heart tear open a bit, felt the bleeding start. i pulled away, hands beginning to shake.

because, though i had thawed from my icy regret, i was still soaking wet from the past

jeremy let go, but his eyes turned down in concern, "what's wrong?"

i brushed my hair behind my ear and gave a pathetically fake smile. "nothing. i was just worried."

i turned to caroline, who was now standing, anxiously wanting to just leave already. i was right there with her. sometimes, i could handle dancing on the precipice with jeremy. sometimes his eyes would glitter just the way kol's had, and i wouldn't be able to breathe.

just now, i had caught a scent similar to kol's cologne. and i needed out.

"care?" i called out.

she met my gaze, her eyes fierce with precision, "we have exactly three hours and 35 minutes until they call our names out on that football field. if we leave now, and get back to your place, we'll have three hours and 20 minutes. it takes an hour to curl my hair- then an hour to do yours-"

"care!" i interrupted, annoyed. "get in the car and let's go."

her eyes slammed shut as she took a deep, grounding breath. "alright," she opened her gaze, "let's go graduate!"

we bid adieu to our friends. jeremy walked us out to my car, caroline following ahead of us. jeremy held my hand sweetly, thumb brushing against the skin on the back of my hand.

i watched caroline climb into the passenger seat as we passed through the front door. i stopped in my tracks, pulling jeremy to a halt beside me.

he glanced down at me, smiling, "how ya feeling?"

i shrugged, "like a high school graduate."

he snickered. "not quite yet. give it a few hours."

i crinkled my nose with a small giggle. "i'll see you out at the stadium?"

"yeah," he nodded. jeremy looped an arm around my waist. he leaned down, placed a sweet kiss on my lips.

my eyes fell shut, and i appreciated in the physical affection. but my brain flickered with images.

i could never forget, no matter how far i moved on.

i tugged away. i always did first.

i was a shitty person. but i couldn't be alone again.

jeremy grinned at me as i waved goodbye.

within ten minutes, caroline was curling my hair while i did my makeup. she played music on her phone, a compilation of songs from when we were younger. it made us both emotional, and i'd had to redo my mascara three times.

rebekah should've been there. i loved caroline. i was grateful i'd gained her out of the mess of the past few months. but rebekah was supposed to be there, in my room, playing one direction, straightening my hair, probably. she should've been there, complaining about four more years of school- something she secretly enjoyed. dressing up a beautiful white dress, adorning her graduation gown with medals and sashes.

days like today were sensitive for me, i guess.

when i was done, caroline sat my vanity and started on herself. i changed into my white dress, and plopped on my bed to lace up my heels. but, i heard my mom call my name from downstairs. i padded, barefoot, into the hall, with furrowed brows.

leaning over the steps, i yelled down to her, "what?"

"there's someone at the door for you!"

i straightened up, confusion washing over my face. my fingers reached for my neck, for a necklace- the necklace- to tug at. it was a nervous habit. something soothing in moments of uncertainty.

but i'd stopped wearing it whenever i'd gotten back with my friends. i didn't ever think they'd be comfortable with that idea of who i had been associated for those three months. for some reason, they couldn't see the mikaelsons how i did.

besides caroline, none of them even knew about kol. they just thought rebekah had done what every other mikaelson always does- abandoned loyalty. abandoned me, destroyed my happiness for the sake of power or blood.

little did they know.

my fingers met the chain of a necklace my mother had bought me as a present for today. i tugged at it as i descended the stairs. it still brought some comfort.

i turned at the bottom of the stairs, to face the door. my mother stood beside it, hand dangling off of the knob as she spoke to the person on our porch. my eyes wandered away from her figure, and to the boy standing in the doorway.

my heart hammered in my chest. i flushed red, out of excitement and worry. his eyes peeled away from my mother's, a brilliant grin dancing on his face. my mom turned, following his eyes. he held two large bouquets of roses, one pink, one white.

my mom smiled at me, "she's here! you have a visitor, y/n."

she walked past me, frozen at the bottom of the steps, and squeezed my shoulder encouragingly. she knew i hated talking to people. if only she knew...

when the door to her office squeaked shut, i finally spoke. "klaus?" i squeaked out. i managed to put a foot out in front of me, attempted to pull myself toward. my hands fell off of the banister, slack at my sides.

his smile widened, "hello, love. may i come in?"

i stopped at the door. my jaw was hung open. "what are you doing here?"

he offered the pink bouquet of flowers. "i wanted to you see you graduate. one of us should be here."

i took the bouquet from him, eyes widening at the gorgeous dozen of roses. i wanted to cry a little bit at the thoughtful gesture, but i swallowed my feelings. i couldn't let myself go like that again.

"thank you," i held them like a baby in my arms. "uh, please, come in."

klaus stepped inside as the magical barrier fell. i shut the door. he looked around, admiring the inside of my house. i watched him carefully, trying to examine any ulterior motives. not that he would do anything bad. but had something happened? was he here to deliver news? good news?

"why are you here?" klaus turned to my voice.

he crossed his hands in front of him, "to see you graduate."

i rose my brows, pursed my lips. "that's it?"

klaus let out a small chuckle, head falling forward. "can it wait until after? after youre done?"

i shook my head, hugging the roses tighter. "tell me. please."

my lip wobbled as he looked to me. his eyes swam with worry, sadness. bad news.

i bit down on my lip.

"rebekah has turned off her humanity,” he barely whispered.

i swallowed thickly, tears falling freely down my cheeks. "um-"

the floor creaked on the stairs. both our heads whipped towards the sound. caroline stared down at us, concerned.

"klaus? what the hell is going on?" she clutched the banister. she looked dreadful.

i brushed hair behind my ear, "here. uh, let's go up to my room."

he followed behind me up the steps, the old wood freaking beneath our feet. i couldn't help but notice him peer at caroline, sweetly, slyly, with the flicker of a cheeky smirk on his lips. she rolled her eyes- but i saw the red dance along her cheeks when he walked past.

i shut my door behind us with a click. then, i took a seat on the edge of my bed. my legs were shaking, and i couldn't trust myself to stand. caroline sat back at the vanity, continuing her makeup, hesitantly. she never could waste a single second, but she listened intently.

klaus looked around my room, admiring the decorations. his eyes fell on a picture frame on my desk. he walked over to it, picked it up gingerly.

"rebekah wasn’t doing well after…well, you know…”"

i felt sick. i hugged my stomach as if that would hold my together.

klaus continued, admiring the picture frame with a small smile. "she was at her worst, y/n. do you remember that diner that was slaughtered on the edge of town back in october?"

i nodded. caroline let out a little breath, a bit of shock.

klaus hummed, “that was our girl. part of the reason elijah suggest we leave mystic falls, was because rebekah was drawing eyes onto our family. we narrowly avoided our house being burnt down. that’s when i transferred it to your possession. and we finally decided it was time to leave. in louisiana, rebekah was murdering by the dozens. when confronted, she’d get hostile. threaten all of us with daggers, a white oak stake shed somehow come into possession of. she nearly killed kol-“

i shuddered. caroline was brushing eyeshadow across her lids when she saw me sob into my hand through the reflection of the mirror. she quickly set the brush down, vamped next to me on the bed.

i fell into her embrace. she looked to klaus, "maybe use less descriptive words, yeah?"

klaus shook his head, "kol fled. he was missing for three months. when he returned, she daggered him. i’ve kept him under just until we’ve got her under control. his bodies hidden, far from her influence. then, we managed to corner her one night. we were going to dagger her. that was my sister’s tipping point. and we watched as she shut down. she shut it off. rebekah went missing for another two months. finn just found her in paris. she was- she was worse, if at all possible. elijah and i managed to dagger her. we transported her back to our compound. shackled her, let her wake up."

caroline grabbed a tissue off my bedside table. she dabbed at my wet cheeks carefully. i sniffled.

klaus finished up, "i know daggering her for a hundred years would be easier. but i'm done punishing my family for what my mother did to us. i want to save her- i want to help her. she deserves that from me. but i need your help."

my eyes fell to the floor, as if answers lay there within the cracks of wood. i had to go. i had to help bring rebekah back. i had to be the glue for this fucked up family. with a gulp, i joked, "at least i won't be missing any school."

caroline giggled sadly. she brushed the hair away from my face, attempting to soothe me down. klaus stared at the picture frame. he carefully set it back down on the desk. rebekah and i smiled into the camera, dressed in our cheer uniforms. i peered at it, more tears clouding my vision. she was my twin flame, i just knew it. she was the best friend i’d ever had.

and she needed me. even if she didn’t know it.

"i have a room ready for you. a plane ticket for later tonight. i can have your things packed while you're gone."

i nodded. i stood, confidently this time, from my bed. my knees still shook as i said, "okay. let's do this."

the rest of the day flew by- not in the good way i thought it would, though. i attempted to smile my way through the ceremony, faking cheeriness in the endless photos with my family. i kissed jeremy, pretending like what we had was good, that things weren't going to change- that they had ever done so in the first place.

i didn't tell anyone. not my mother- who sobbed into a tissue the whole day- not jeremy- who'd bought me flowers, a bracelet. i let him clasp onto my wrist happily, kissed him in return for the gift. at the dinner my parents took us to, i let him make plans for our summer together. a camping trip in june, my mothers talks of move in day in august. i didn't even know where i'd be tomorrow, let alone september. college was going to be put on hold.

when the night was finally over, i decided to go to ‘bed’ early. i walked jeremy to the front door. leaning against the staircase, i watched as he slinked his jacket on. he ruffled the hair atop his head, messy locks from the long day.

my parents laughed in the living room, at some comedy on the television. i looked in their direction, lips sucked between my teeth. they were shaking.

i turned back to jeremy. he grinned at me, reached out for my waist. i fell into his embrace. he felt comfortable, safe. he would always be the better choice, i knew that. he represented everything that was good for me- home, familiarity, normalcy. because he was pure and easy.

i could learn to love him if i stayed. i could push myself off that cliff. i really could see myself choosing this path. because it was correct, on the balance scale of good and evil. his side would always win.

but i knew that would never happen. i could- but i didn't want to. i knew this trip, this journey back into the lives of the mikaelsons, was going to change my life forever. these final moments, in the front room of my childhood home, were my final ones as a human, teenage girl. the air was shifting- change was coming.

time was fleeting. and i had to go.

our fates did not match. i knew it deep in my soul. he was meant for this- a small-town, siding with the good guys, always winning. i wasn’t. i never had been.

i didn’t want that.

jeremy pulled back, hand sliding up to my cheek, holding my face delicately. his brown eyes were lit up, gentle and kind. there was so much goodness inside of him. his lips were moving, "i love you."

my brows curled up, sympathy covering my expression. my chest burned. my heart ached. this could be so easy, "i love you."

but i never wanted easy.

i wanted to have to fight for it. i wanted it to matter so much because it cost me my blood, maybe my life. life was precious, and we in mystic falls took it for granted too often. the mikaelson’s never did that. they never wasted a breath.

that was the kind of girl i had grown to be. all this time i had been avoiding supernatural conflicts, but now i was ready to solve them. ready to help- ready to lay it all down.

for love. for life.

i walked up to my room. klaus and caroline were there, waiting for me. i handed caroline three envelopes- three letters. my explanation. reasons. the tension in the room felt like i would never come back to this house. and, if i did, it would not be for a very long time.

at the gate for our flight, caroline held me tighter than i'd ever been hugged. she promised to call, made me promise that i wouldn't fall off the face of the earth. something in her eyes was lit anew- some kind of understanding, some fervent belief about me. about this.

i sat by the window on the plane, turned my body away from klaus. i watched my little town float down from beneath me, the plane rumbling up and away with intensity.

the mikaelson's needed me.

it was the first time in my life i'd ever felt that. usefulness- purpose. to care for, glue together, repair a family so broken. i didn't know why destiny had chosen me to be the one to bring them together. maybe it was my humanity, my ability to connect with life because i was living it- something. they all shared a compassion for me, and i them, that brought them together. though rebekah and kol's were misconstrued, i knew they could find peace. with my help.

as soon as we brought rebekah back. i didn't know if she'd see me and snap back into reality, but knowing her- she'd fight.

but when she'd come back, i knew it would heal. i knew she would finally break, finally forgive and hear me. it would patch my poorly stitched heart. life would be full again. even if i had to let kol go, fully, i knew a treaty could be drafted.

mystic falls was not my home. it had never felt like it. it never would. caroline was my friend- i cared for all of them. but they were not my family. my choice lay elsewhere.

i tugged on my necklace. the m gleamed under the dim lighting of the airplane bulbs.

i had a family. they were waiting for me to come back. they were waiting for me.

#elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x you #rebekah mikaelson #the originals #the originals x reader #the originals x y/n

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alice-drysdale · 7 months

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Guidance (part 2)

Alice’s POV:

Every morning feels the same, feeling the cold air in my room, smelling my dirty sheets, looking in my cracked mirror for 10 minutes asking myself if I will ever appreciate myself.

The answer is no. Probably not. But at this point I don’t even care. I feel empty every morning when I wake up, every minute I get screamed at by my parents and every second when is see my ugly reflection.

The constant screaming match my parents have are tiring. It’s always the same.

Maybe that’s why I’m excited now because I got a little change in my live. And that is saying hello to Mr Hiddleston and talking for 20 minutes before my break is over and I have to go back to my next class.

We have these small talks now for five weeks. And they were/are the best five weeks of the 11 years of school I ever had.

He is such a nice and fun person to be around. We talk a lot about books, poetry and theater. Sometimes he lends me books he thinks are interesting. And I read every single one of them and gave him my critics on it.

It felt like someone actually took my opinion seriously and by hart. And that’s why I got slowly emotionally attached to him.

Something that changed too was that I now sit next to him and not at the other side of the table anymore. It’s nice being so close to him. He radiates warmth and comfort with his calm presence. It’s something I never experienced, but it’s so nice.

Walking to school and back was always very tedious. I had to walk for an hour and ten minutes two times every day. But there is nothing I can do. My parents won’t give me money for driving with the bus or making my drivers license.

But it’s okay because on the way to school I already think about what me and Mr Hiddleston could talk about. Yesterday he told me he got a surprise for me and I ask myself what it is.

I try to listen to Mrs Gosling but it’s hard. I don’t understand math, I never did. And the bell would ring in a minute for Lunch so I only think about storming out of this classroom.

When the bell finally rings I but my stuff in my bag and run to the library. And Mr Hiddleston is already sitting at the table typing something on his phone.

„ well well well I think I have to confiscate that, no phones allowed Mr Hiddleston” he looked up surprised but then chuckled. „you are right I’m sorry Miss Bielefeld”

I set myself down next to him. I could smell his Parfum it was a citrusy and fresh smell with a bit of musk. it’s addictive „you told me you have a surprise for me yesterday?” I asked excited.

„Did I?” He looked at me confused and my smile dropped slowly. But then he smirked at me „just kidding of course I do, wait” he looked around in his bag looking for something and pulled what looked like two pieces of paper out.

„I talked to the principal and told him what wonderful after- school- work you did for me for extra credit. And I told him that for this extra credit I planned on having a little educational trip for about 5 hours tomorrow. You will be excused for tomorrow and you will not have to attend your normal classes.“

He gave me one of the small pieces of paper… and it was a ticket for a theater show tomorrow. I was just holding it in my hands starring at it in disbelief. „I don’t think that the principal has to know that your extra credit was just reading a few books“ he chuckles

I teared up still holding the ticket in my hands starring at it. Mr Hiddleston Noticed that I wasn’t saying anything and he said slowly „I just thought it’s something you would maybe enjoy because you told me you never saw a show before. You don’t have to go of course- ”

But before he could finish his sentence I turned around and hugged him tightly crying into his shoulder. „T-Thank you“ I said still crying. he was Hesitating but then wrapped his arms around me too and stood up from the chair she he could hug me properly.

He probably doesn’t know what he really did to me with this. This was the first time someone ever gifted me something… and he gave me something i told him and wished for a few weeks ago.

When I was coming to my senses again I pulled away still looking at him with My watery eyes „how much did it cost?” I asked

He looked into my eyes saying seriously „it’s nothing you should ever worry about. I go to the theater often and buying a ticket more won’t make me poor“ he said softly.

“Here this is my email Adress, just write me one later where you want to get picked up. I will be there at around 8 am” he wrote it Down and gave it to me.

„Okay will do, thank you” I nodded. His thumb wiped away the last tear that rolled down my cheek. And this beautiful moment was destroyed by the bell

„Now I want you to stop crying, go to your next class and pay good attention. Can you do that for me Alice?” I nodded again and he smiled at me and I walked out of the room with a lot of different emotions…

Emotions I’ve never felt before. But I was sure of something

they were emotions I shouldn’t have for my teacher

When I got home I send Mr Hiddleston the Adresse from the Bus stop near my house. He send me an email back hoping that I will like the show tomorrow and that I should go to bed now to get a good sleep.

And I did exactly that. But I was to excited and I couldn’t sleep for the next 3 hours. But at some point my body was to tiered and i fell asleep.

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Uff part 2 and I feel like I want to switch guidance into a dark story. If you got any suggestions or want to get tagged just write me. But until then I see you next Tim! :D

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddelston x reader #loki x reader #loki x original character #tom hiddelston imagine #loki x y/n #original character #guidance #teacher x student #love story

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msmischief101 · 1 year

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♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Kira Yukimura, Matt Daehler, Isaac Lahey, Sheriff Stilinski ♞Tags: firefighter Stiles, paramedic Theo, reckless Stiles, secret relationship (kind of) ♞Words: 3818 ♞ for @steodiscord April Prompt - First Responders

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heat of the moment

“The building is unstable,” Isaac informs them over the radio, “get your asses out of there.”

Stiles glances at Matt, who briefly nods in his direction before hurrying downstairs. The last few apartments they checked were empty, meaning the whole building should be cleared by now. Stiles rushes down the flight of stairs as well. As much as he loved to finally be back on active duty, he can’t wait to get out of this gear and the heat.

Outside, the scene is less chaotic. Police are dealing with bystanders. Stiles can make out Theo talking to a group of people who live in the apartment complex, probably checking for injuries while Kira is dealing with a teenager who’s just getting conscious again. Stiles spots the gash on his forehead and the familiar yellow shirt. It’s the kid he got out ten minutes ago — and he doesn’t seem to be happy about being treated. Kira looks ready to pin his hands down.

Stiles jogs over to them, fully aware of the panic that sets in waking up during or after a life-threatening situation. It’s not fun. Not fun at all. He jogs passed his dad exchanging information with Deputy Jordan Parrish. “Hey,” he says, pulling his helmet off. “You need any help?” Although Stiles is a firefighter first, he’s qualified to act as a paramedic as well. His position as a firefighter-medic helped enormously during the transfer to his dad’s firehouse after leaving New York. Nobody could argue he only got the job because of his dad — one of the reasons he initially declined to work in Beacon Hills. But with all his friends in Beacoun County, and Liam being alone for most days, he returned.

He doesn’t regret this decision for a multitude of reasons even though he’s never been fucking shot during his five years in New York.

“Please, Simon.” Kira sounds exasperated despite the reassuring smile on her face. “Let me check—”

The teenager jumps to his feet, swaying precariously. “No, I have to—” He stumbles back onto the gurney. This time, Kira is pushing him down with a bit more force. “Lisa is still in there.”

Stiles stiffens, ignoring the look of alarm crossing his best friend’s features. “Who’s Lisa?” He remembers getting the kid out of the building. Seventh floor. It’s a small apartment on this side of the building. Two bedrooms. A tiny living room, the kitchen in the hallway. One Stiles has never walked through, probably the bathroom. It would be quick to check it. The apartment isn’t the issue. It’s on the seventh floor. So, he’s not going to rush up there for a pet. His dad would kill him.

The boy looks up at him, ghostly pale, eyes white, a trickle of blood running down the side of his face. “My little sister.”

Stiles turns on his heels. Seventh floor. He can do that. He’s fast enough to get up there.

“No, Stiles. Wait!” Kira yells, but she’s not running after him. It’s too risky to leave Simon alone. He might do something stupid and get killed in the process.

But Stiles is a professional. He has a license for stupid decisions. His heart slams against his ribs as he pulls on his helmet and checks his gear on autopilot. His dad is going to kill him either way. Stiles pinches his brows, gradually getting faster as he checks the apartment he knows the little girl has to be in. Yeah. He’ll get up there no problem. He’ll also have enough time to check the apartment for Simon’s sister. It’s getting back down that will be the issue.

“Stiles?” Theo’s voice rings out like a shot in utter silence despite all that noise surrounding them. “Stiles, what the hell are you doing?” There’s panic slipping into his voice, panic Stiles heard months ago when the stray bullet pierced his chest, missing his heart by a couple of inches.

“I need a rescue air cushion,” Stiles calls into the radio as he enters the burning building again. “I’m headed to the seventh floor, third window from the left.”

“Turn back!” That’s his dad’s voice.

Stiles is so dead. “Can’t, Cap. There’s still a kid in there.”

Silence follows his words as heavy and uncomfortable as the hot air surrounding him.The sweltering heat wraps around him like a vise, squeezing the life out of every breath he takes. They can despise his choices all they want, but deep down, they know he won't turn his back on a child. They’re all aware of why he chose to become a firefighter when all he ever dreamed of used to be becoming an FBI profiler. But being saved himself, it changed his perspective. He decided that he didn’t want to help the dead, he wanted to save the living — and that’s what he is going to do right now.

And his team might not like it, but his dad starts bellowing commands, and Stiles knows that everything will be perfectly fine. His mission is simple: reach the seventh floor, find Lisa, and get her out safely.

He rushes upstairs with a purpose, but the ground beneath his feet quakes with uncertainty. Every step he takes feels like it might be his last. The building is a lot more unstable than he thought. But he reaches the apartment in one piece and takes a look inside. Flames flicker and dance on the walls within, threatening to swallow him whole. He will have to tread carefully, but he still has to be fast. There will be no saving this place, and there will be no saving Lisa if he doesn’t get into this apartment.

Stiles inhales deeply, the heat pressing down on him like a thousand pound weight. He braces himself and bursts through the open door.“Lisa!” He’s surveying the hallway, trying to assess where she might hide out. While Stiles found her brother in the living room, Matt checked the bathroom. Stiles can’t believe he misses a fucking child. However, there aren’t too many places to hide in a two-bedroom apartment of this size. “What the hell, Matt?” Stiles breathes, venturing deeper into the hallway. The flames haven’t reached the kitchen area yet, but there’s not a lot of time left before this place becomes a death trap.

“Lisa?”

“Stiles,” Isaac’s voice crackles through the radio, “the stairs on the first floor just collapsed, you have to—”

A crash from somewhere above him cuts Isaac off. It makes the ground Stiles is standing on rumble. Stiles swallows heavily as he watches the lamp swing above him. That’s not good. That’s a fucking problem. He tries his best to stay calm, but the nerves start to creep up on him. If he doesn’t find Lisa soon— no, no. That’s not the road he’ll allow his thoughts to rush down. It’s going to be fine. So far, he hasn't lost someone in a burning building. This is not going to be his first time.

“That was the fucking roof,” Theo bellows, panic, and anger making his voice almost sound unrecognizable through the radio. “Get out of there now.”

“Two minutes,” Stiles replies.

“No!” Theo yells, “get out now.”

But Stiles hardly hears his words because a door opens to his right and a red-haired girl looks at him. The bathroom. Matt fucking missed her in the bathroom. “Lisa?” Stiles asks, trying to stifle his anger, and offers her his hand. “Your brother sent me. I’m here to help.”

Lisa hesitates, and Stiles barely resists the urge to grab her. Dealing with a screaming and kicking eight-year-old isn’t exactly high on his agenda while the house is burning down around them. But the girl is just standing there, sobbing silently.

Fuck.

They don’t have time to discuss this. Without hesitating any longer, he rushes forward and hoists the girl into his arms. This seems to startle her out of whatever trance she’s been in. Sobbing hysterically now, she wraps her arms and legs around him. Stiles curls one arm around her waist and rushes back to the living room.

It’s a lot hotter now, the flames are lashing out, making their way deeper into the hallway. They’ve reached the kitchen now, and Stiles really doesn’t want to be in here when they reach the gas stove.

“We’re on our way,” Stiles radios before turning to Lisa again. “I need you to hold on as tightly as you can, okay?” The lack of a harness could pose a problem, but there’s no way she’ll jump by herself. Stiles hadn’t done it either all those years ago. He’d clung to a stranger like a lifeline.

Today, he is going to be that lifeline.

The heat is getting worse by the second now, and Stiles knows they’re going to lose even more time once he opens this window. But it’s their only way out. So, he does it, feeling the rush of cool air despite his heavy gear. The fire is going to love it as well. “Hold on,” he repeats, smiling a little when Lisa’s grip on him instantly tightens. “That’s the spirit.” Stiles pats her shoulder softly with his free hand before grabbing onto the window frame.

Theo yells something from the ground the second he pokes his head out of the window.

Stiles has zero doubt that Theo will be even more pissed with him than his dad, which would suck since they’ve just started dating a couple of months ago. He seriously likes Theo, even thinking about them not talking is a more terrifying prospect than running back into a burning building to save a kid.

It probably says something about him.

It’s not easy to get out of the window with only one hand, no harness, and an eight-year-old girl clinging to him. Stiles didn’t exactly think this through, but he finds himself outside the building with semi-secure footing either way. Still, he could have made it so much easier on himself. “Close your eyes,” Stiles says softly, turning his back to the crowd. His fingers hook around the window frame.

“It’s time now,” his dad informs him not without urgency in his tone.

Stiles nods resolutely, steeling himself for what's to come. He lives and breathes this job, but he knows that falling is the one thing he can never get used to. He inhales deeply, trying to calm the rising tide of panic as he edges away from the building, clutching the girl tightly to his chest. His heart hammers in his chest and his stomach twists. Stiles closes his eyes, trying to ignore the fact that he’s about to fall from the seventh floor, trying to ignore the persistent voice in the back of his head.

With a sudden jolt, he feels himself plummeting towards the rescue cushion far below. The wind whips past his face as they hurtle through the cold air, his grip on the girl unyielding. Stiles squeezes his eyes shut, and his mind races with all the things that could go wrong. But then they hit the cushion, and it feels like landing on a cloud. The sound of muffled cheers reaches his ears, and he scowls slightly. As heroic as all of their actions seem, Stiles hates people sensationalising it. He doesn’t want to think about the phones pointing in their reaction, filming not only him but Lisa — and that’s what annoys him the most. She doesn’t need to relive one of her worst moments on the news or the internet. Stiles remembers how much it fucked with him when he watched himself getting shot.

Releasing the girl, he watches as Kira takes over, guiding her to safety. Stiles can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the little girl; she seemed so distrustful of firefighters, perhaps due to the abandonment she felt when Matt left her behind. Nonetheless, she's safe now, and that's all that matters.

Stiles rolls off the cushion and pulls his helmet off. The second his feet hit the floor, he finds himself confronted by his father and Theo. Both are more than furious. “Don’t,” Stiles mutters, raising both of his hands in defense, “if you wanna blame someone—” he cuts off, sighing. It feels wrong to blame Matt even though he very clearly missed her inside the bathroom. It’s a stressful job. Maybe she hid really well.

Then again, why would you hide from a fire?

“Truck,” his dad orders, “now.”

Stiles glances at Theo, but he merely shakes his head and turns away. Defeated, he turns towards the firetruck. He probably deserves it.

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“Are you good?”

Stiles studies Matt over his plate of pasta. “Well, I haven’t been yelled at so much since I ran away from home for an hour when I was a kid.” To be fair, that was when he learned he’d be a big brother, and every fiber of his nine-year-old body very much hated that idea. Now, he couldn’t imagine a life without Liam — or Theo, that is, who still hasn’t said a single word to him since the incident. But he’s been talking to Stiles’ dad for the most part, so those two are probably scheming; and that’s not going to bode well for him.

Matt shrugs. “You did your job.”

“I wouldn’t have had to do it,” Stiles snaps, narrowing his eyes slightly at Matt’s nonchalant tone, “if you had done yours. How the fuck do you miss an eight-year-old girl, dude?”

A shadow crosses Matt’s face, proving once again that he’s not one for criticism, and Stiles isn’t usually one to criticize anybody’s job performance. Still, he missed Lisa. If her brother hadn’t woken up, she would have burned to death in her bathroom, wondering why the people who are supposed to save her turned their back on her. Matt grimaces and shrugs. “You haven’t been back long, I was—”

“I’m not your responsibility.” Stiles pushes his pasta away from him with a huff and glances around the firehouse, catching sight of Theo and Kira going through their ambulance together. Maybe he should talk to Theo, explain why he did it, and apologize. He doesn’t want this relationship to end before it really starts. They deserve this shot despite Stiles being an idiot about this, despite his dad not enjoying romance in the same team. They can make this work, even if they won’t stay together.

“Stiles.”

“I’m sorry,” he whips his head around, staring at Matt in confusion, “did you say something?”

Matt’s jaw tightens for all but a second, then he smiles again, but something about it almost seems wrong, out of place. “I’ve asked how I can make it up to you.” His voice is a little too smooth like he’s hiding something.

Stiles glances around the dining area, suddenly feeling nervous. A feeling that’s amplified by noticing Isaac having hurried downstairs at one point. It’s odd. He’s never felt nervous around Matt before, not even during the time he came over frequently. Something seems different today, and it makes Stiles more nervous than he’d like to admit. “Just do your job the next time. I don’t need you to watch out for me.”

Matt’s lips twitch, but his smile remains steady for the most part. “I think you misunderstood my question.” He sounds almost patronizing in a way, which is new. Matt, like the rest of his team, has come over while Stiles was recovering from being shot. Sure, he’s always been a little too nice, and there’s always been something Stiles couldn’t place, but this? This is just straight-up a completely new side to him.

Crossing his arms, Stiles fixes Matt with furrowed brows. “I… I think you gotta elaborate.”

Another twitch of his lips. It’s almost impossible to tell if Matt is angry or amused. He leans forward, folding his hands on the table.”You had to go back up because of me,” Matt explains, drawing his brows together. “I should make it up to you, especially considering our relationship.”

Stiles crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. “Our relationship?” They’re co-workers. Sure, they’re friendly and all that, but it’s not Matt he calls when he wants to hang out. He calls Kira and Isaac, he calls his friends outside of work. He calls Theo. While Stiles does appreciate Matt coming around during his recovery, it doesn’t really change the fact that they are only co-workers. They’re just on the same wavelength.

Matt’s smile falls from his face. “Yes, our relationship. I’ve cared for you for months. I—”

“Dude,” Stiles cuts him off, trying his best not to laugh. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t have to!” Matt slams his hands on the table, a sharp sound that travels fast through the firehouse. “Because I’m—”

“Can I help you?” Theo has appeared behind Matt, arms crossed and lips curled into a tight line. A pissed-off Theo isn’t the most pleasant person to have around. Even Stiles prefers staying away from him when he’s in a terrible mood.

Matt turns around. “No, this is a private conversation between me and—”

“My boyfriends,” Theo cuts in, clearly out of patience despite sounding entirely too calm. “So, I ask you again. Can I help you?”

Stiles stares at Theo, mouth parted and eyes wide. Boyfriend. When the fuck did that happen between this morning, Theo not talking to him, and now? They’ve missed a few steps along the way. Not that he’s complaining. He’s just very confused.

“What do you mean, boyfriend?” Matt is standing now, looking back and forth between them.

Stiles doesn’t look away from Theo. “It means I’m dating Theo exclusively.”

“It means I fucked him after you left his apartment, hoping Stiles would as much as hold your hand,” Theo’s cold voice fits the crude statement.

Although Stiles hates this side of Theo more than anything, he bites back any comment if only to get Matt off his case.

But Matt still doesn’t budge. “So, the last few months…”

“Were all in your head,” Theo sounds more and more pissed with every passing second. “Don’t you get it? He’s not that into you. So, move.” Theo uncrosses his arms and takes a single step closer. “Or I’ll move you.” Although he’s not taller than Matt, everyone here knows exactly who’d win this fight.

Even Matt. He turns to Stiles, shame, and anger clearly written all over his face. “Thanks for leading me on, Stilinski,” he spits and stalks off, brushing past a couple of irritated firefighters in the process.

Stiles crosses his arms over the table, tapping his fingers against the wood. “Talk about me like that again, and you’ll fuck yourself for a few months.” Stiles doubts he’d even make it a week, but he needs to set some boundaries, especially now that their relationship has been upgraded from kind of dating to boyfriends.

Since Theo has the decency to look apologetic, Stiles guesses his message was received. Then he takes a deep breath and sets his jaw. “Don’t do it again,” Theo says, pulling Stiles' leftover pasta towards him as he plops down on the now empty chair. He doesn’t eat it, however, merely pokes it with the fork a couple of times.

Furrowing his brows, Stiles watches him. There’s gotta be something else. There’s no way Theo just came over to mark his territory and let bygones be bygones. “Spit it out.”

Theo’s bright blue eyes lock with his own. “Don’t ever run into an unstable building again.”

There it is. Stiles lets out a breath. “I was doing—”

“You were being reckless,” Theo interrupts him sharply, “and I get it. You thought about Liam, but, babe.” He reaches over the table, and Stiles takes his hand, unable to hide the smile when Theo intertwines their fingers before he continues, “Our job is saving people, and I know you will never be the person who thinks before he acts. I’ve accepted that, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Theo squeezes his hand. “Or that I have to understand it. But if something had happened to you today, you and Lisa would have been dead.”

Stiles swallows around the lump in his throat. “If I hadn’t gone in—”

“It’s not about that,” Theo cuts in again, voice quivering for all but a second. “You didn’t even give us a chance to think about a way to save her. We could’ve used the ladder truck.” But that wouldn’t have worked, the ladder is long enough. They both know it even though nobody says it out loud. “You could’ve climbed down from the neighboring building.”

Stiles grimaces. “That… that could have worked.” The buildings shared a wall. It would have been the safest solution. Stiles would have been in and out in no time. He would have had a harness.

Despite his earlier mood, Theo chuckles. “I’m well aware of the risks, but I cannot lose you to your own stupidity.”

Ouch. Also, very rude. However, Stiles can’t argue with Theo on this. He’s very much correct. If anything is going to kill him, it’s not a stray bullet, apparently, but running headless into unstable burning buildings. “You won’t,” he says, although they both know Stiles probably won’t change anytime soon. But he wouldn’t be surprised if his dad switched the team around, so Stiles goes in with Isaac, who is not above throwing Stiles over his shoulder and carrying him out.

“No, I won’t,” Theo agrees, placing his free hand on top of Stiles’, “because I’m going to become a firefighter-medic as well. Matt is useless, and that way I can make sure you’re not doing anything stupid.” He raises his brows, almost as if he’s expecting complaints. “I’ve already talked to Cap.”

Stiles knew they were planning something. That probably also explained why his dad did not continue yelling at Stiles after the first time Theo spoke to him. Looks like his dear boyfriend is already saving his life long before he’s running into danger with him. Stiles pulls Theo’s hand to his mouth and kisses his knuckles. “I can’t wait to run into unstable buildings with you by my side.” And he means it. They may not be dating for long, hell, they’re hardly working together for a year, but Stiles trusts Theo with his life. The only person he trusts more is his dad.

Theo shoots him a look. “Don’t push it, Stilinski.”

“I’m sorry,” Stiles whispers against the back of Theo’s hand before detangling their fingers to hook his pinkie around Theo’s. “I really am, and I promise I’m trying to be better.”

“Just—” but whatever Theo meant to say is swallowed by the wailing of the sirens.

They both glance at each other. Stiles kisses Theo’s knuckles once again before jumping to his feet, rushing towards their next job.

#steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #teen wolf #stiles x theo #theo x stiles #*tv:teen wolf #*w:complete #*s:steo

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equallyshaw · 1 year

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𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔶𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔧𝔬𝔰𝔱

Warnings: talks of trauma/ptsd, parents killed in car accident.

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also it's 2019-2020 here. got her license in 2019, dont mind the mask. also, she is nameless. an oc without a name.

Sour Masterlist.

Tyson is interchanging between you and he, in this.

Happy New Years!! Hope you guys had a wonderful evening, wish all the best this new year :)

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I got my driver's license last week

Just like we always talked about

'Cause you were so excited for me

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We met at a Gabe's christmas party, in 2016. I knew Mel from my older sister, they both worked in the same industry. At 18 years old, I still hadn't learned how to drive due to a car accident when I was a kid. I remember I admitted that after we had spent the night with one another two months after we had been talking. You smiled at me, no amusement, no sarcasm or snort in sight. You genuinely, wanted to teach me how to drive and I remember blushing like a fool, and happy tears brim my eyes. Nobody had ever offered, besides my sister.

The very next time we hanged out, on a sunny April afternoon, you smiled and somehow got me to get in that damn drivers seat. I remember having an anxiety attack, I began to shake and cry. With flashbacks of that horrible accident, with me in the backseat. You instantly jumped out of the car, opened the driver's car and kneeled down next to me. Your hands found mine, then set a hand on my knee. Comforting me as much as you could, not knowing or understanding how I felt. You wiped my tears away, giving me a small comforting smile. I frowned then, my lips quivering. You shushed me, bringing my hands up to your mouth and giving them a kiss. You promised me you were there, and that you'd always be. A few minutes later, you hopped back into the passenger seat and told me that I could do this, even if I went less than ten miles an hour in this abandoned parking lot. Somehow, someway I actually drove. Afterwards we got froyo, and I still remember the absolute horrible stomach ache you got. We barely made it to my aunt's house, a few block's drive. You came out of the washroom, and instantly placed your hands on my cheeks, giving me a huge kiss. I remember smiling, and wrapping my hands around yours. We parted, and you told me right then and there. "There is no chance in hell baby you're not getting your permit now!" You playfully joked, and then we marched down to the DMV.

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And you're with that blonde girl

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September rolled around, and so did training camp. You weren't at the DMV like you had promised you'd be. You promised that you were going to fly out a week early just to come with me and be there. Yet, you were not. Then I drove down to downtown Denver, to spend a day in the city shopping before class and I saw you. And I saw her. I swallowed the tears that began to form, before I turned around and out of that coffee shop. Im certain, you noticed my hair as I whipped around.

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And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

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We were together from Feburary of that year, and seemingly broke up around the beginning of August, though I had no idea. You forgot to mention that part, Ty. I think back to the times of no clarity, times where I felt like I was walking on egg shells. Feeling like I had to be somebody different, though I wasn't good enough. You forgot to remember or failed to realize, how in love I was. But you knew. You knew how I felt, confessing the same exact thing to me. How did that change? How did I not become enough? It took me a few months to finally feel like I could breathe, without feeling guilty. It always felt like one step forward and three steps back. It was like I was the love of your life, then I wasn't.

It made me angry. How could you simply discard me? Was I know longer enough for you? You toyed with me for some time, got bored and dumped me without telling me? Or were we never what I thought we were? Gabe and Mel tried their hardest to be there for me, but you were his teammate; so he could only be there so much for me. Mel didn't understand and her and my sister would have conversations here and there. You Tyson, just didn't seem like the type to do that. Though, here we are. I just don't see how you could be ok with your best friend to slip away like that, or was I never your best friend?

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And all my friends are tired

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

I kinda feel sorry for them

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah

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I knew around Feburary, a year from when we started to date; everybody was tired about hearing him. How I would sometimes see him around town with that blonde girl. I knew they were tired hearing of how much I missed you. Though, they'd never understand. Mel and Gabe would never understand where I would come from. I felt sorry for them, that they'd never see that kid like freedom and kid like spontaneity from him. He'd always have to feel like he had to be 'on' around them, in order to be taken seriously.

They'd never know of him showing up to my sister's house at 9 am on a Sunday with coffee and a donut from the bakey down the street. Or the random brunch dates he would drag me to. Though, I always wanted to go. Free coffee, wouldn't you go? I took a gap year between my senior year of highschool and college, and that year was spent intandem with him. We would stay up to late talking with morning walks with coffee, and my sister and I's dog. We would run off to the zoo every so often, or to the Denver art museum, or one time we went to Breckenridge to ski and snowbaord. Though middway through, he found me in the lobby doing an 'Après-ski' but with hot coco and a croissant. He smiled at me, before giggling as he sat down in front of me at the coffee bar. Nobody knew the real Tyson, that so very few understood and witnessed. Despite, him dropping me like I was nothing; I'll be forever grateful for that time of freedom and childlike bliss with him.

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I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fuckin' love you

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Once I got my license, I used to drive to Mel and Gabe's a lot in order to babysit them. You and a teammate named Jt, moved into a townhouse near them and sometimes I'd take the long way to go past; always to see if you were home. I sometimes drive past the zoo, the museums, the canal where we cayaked, the coffee shops and places where we had brunch dates. The bowling alley where some teammbonding and better halves dates happened. There are some days that I just end up at a place, without thinking. Once I park, or catch the street signs; I then realize where im at. Then head home or someplace else. I still love you Ty, and unfortunetly I can't fucking stop. Im afraid I never will.

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I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

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There were SO many times we got stuck in traffic, where some of our deepest and most revealing conversations happened. Where some of our fights happened, too. So many times I find myself in the passenger seat, hoping that when I looked over to my sister in the drive's seat, it'd somehow be you. And vice versa. Before we started dating, and right after we met you wanted to take me to see the christmas lights around the city. On the 22nd before you left for home in BC. I smiled shyly, and nodded at the christmas party. We drove around the suburbs, looking at the lights before making our way towards the city. We got stuck in traffic ten minutes away from the zoo lights, and for the first time in my life, I felt incredibly connected to somebody my age.

After my parents died in the car accident, with me in the back seat; I always had trouble connecting with those around me because nobody understood what it was like going through something so life changing and horrific. So I kept to myself, especially the four years after. I finally made two friends, but other than that; I did not have anybody. Certaintly, no boy as a friend. You were my first friend guy friend, and that made me warm and fuzzy inside. In the most platonic and innocence way. I kept that hidden until late Feburary, and again no judgement or alternate thoughts came from you. You accepted that huge part of me, one that has forged a barrier between me and driving. Me and growing up as an adult, and moving on in life. I was always scared that when that happened, I'd be leaving a period of life, a chapter of life that my parents were not apart of. I was 14 when they died, and told myself I'd never drive in my lifetime. Then you came along. And while we sat in that traffic, as I struggled to hold it together, you made me laugh. You told me about growing up in BC, playing hockey, your little sister. Everything. How you were lucky to have JT through all of this, and that he was your bestfriend after only meeting him at training camp. For one of the first time's after the accident, I felt safe in a car. And it was because of you.

I reached out to you when the Pandemic began in March 2020, over a year since we had first met. Only seven months after you and I stopped talking, well you stopped talking. I simply just wanted to make sure you were safe, and to see how you were doing without hockey. I thought that you weren't gonna respond, then a crisp 2 minutes later you did. You told me how you were doing, how lonely you were feeling a week into being alone in the townhouse while JT went home to Chicago with his girlfriend. How upset that you were not able to secure a plane ride home to BC. And that you missed me. I remember pausing once that single message came in, and rereading it over and over again. I wouldn't cave though. He didn't deserve for me to cave. So I simply stated, 'me too.' And I left you on read for two more weeks.

After three weeks altogether, I got a facetime from you around 2 am Mountain time and you were having your first anxiety attack. I remember my heart beating out of my chest, not know what to do over the phone. Once you calmed down after about 10 minutes on facetime, you looked me in the eyes and apologized. Apologized for not only dropping me but how you treated me sometimes in our relationship. I nodded, thanking you. Yet, not givig him much to draw on. I again reiterated that I wished you the best, and hung up. I deleted out messages that sat at the bottom of my conversations list. I blocked your number, sighing a breath of relief. I needed that closure without realizing it.

Yet, he'd always be there with a thorn. You'd always have a sore spot in my heart but with a warning sign. Because you promised to be there, after everything we went through and how long it took me to get to said place; and you weren't there. Did you even love me, like I loved you?

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Fun fact: When I was little my parents bought a four disc set of the original TMNT Movies, the three of those, and then the 2007 TMNT. And for SOME REASON, little nine year old me was scarred for life after watching 2007. Keep in mind I had no knowledge whatsoever of the ninja turtles, I just thought the movies looked cool.

But 2007 shook me to the core, probably because Leo and Raph fought almost the whole time and Leo almost died, and my tiny brain didn't understand plot development and the whole "SUFFER FOR THE STORYLINE" concept.

And for years I just completely forgot about it.

Until my friend got me into TMNT like, six months ago, thank you @theressomanyfandomsineedtojoin

And ever since I joined the fandom there was this nagging thought in the back of my brain like "hey there's something you're repressing you should figure it out" and I'm like yeah that's about as helpful as any website telling you your password OR username is incorrect but won't tell you which one.

Then I finally remembered that 2007 TMNT terrified me and talked myself into watching it again.

Y'all if you haven't seen it, DO IT IT'S SO GOOD It's literally on my list of favorite movies now.

Anyway, after that whole mess, have some 2007 TMNT quotes as a reward for making it this far lol.

“Did you turn the computer on? Have you plugged it in. Yeah. That would help…”

“No, I’m not playing hard to get! I’m telling you sir, it’s not that kind of phone line!”

“No, I’m not your enemy, I’m just Donnie, you’re friendly IT tech support, here to help you 24 hours a day sir- I’m sorry! Ma’am. Heh.”

“Why couldn’t you send him away for training?”

“Well guys, if you ask me, I’d say this has Winter’s name written all over it.” “How do you figure that?” “Because, THIS has Winter’s name, written all over it.”

“I’m not dreamin, am I?!” “No, Mikey, you’re not dreaming.” “Oh, good. I have nightmares about birthday parties.”

“Donnie, you’re so smart. Why don’t we have jetpacks?” “Yeah, that’s good, Mikey, I don’t even trust you with a drivers license.”

“Well, good news is there’s a bunch of Foot ninjas getting the snot kicked out of them.”

“YEah, the turtles are back, dudes! I’d give us a ten for style, an eight for skill, and, uh, two, for stealth.”

“Dudes, did anyone get the license plate of the thing that hit us last night?”

“Yeah, it looked like your mom, dude!” “Uh, that would make her your mom too, dufus.” … “Yeah, whatever.”

“So it’s like Haleys Comet, but monsters come out.” “Uh, yes, I guess so!” “Heh. I’m smart.” *crashes*

“And that would be the swirling vortex to another world, i assume.” “Cool! I want one.”

“Winters.” “Looks more like Fall. Heh. Get it?” “Mikey, remember our talk.”

“I’m never usually that happy to be in pain.” “He’s happy because he’s mortal again, Mikey.”

“Yeah, I do nothing. You’re right. You got me all figured out.”

“I’m very disappointed in you, knucklehead! Guess night school’s in session!”

“That was too easy! *crash* … Like I said, too easy!”

“Hey, Casey! Meet me on the roof!” “Raph? What is it?” “The roof. You know what a roof is, dontcha?”

“Oh look at you, you’re so cute! Come here, Imma drop kick you to hurty town!”

“You’re gonna need these if you’re gonna lead us out of here.” “We’re gonna need you too.”

“Typical. We do all the work, he gets all the thanks.”

“Ah, I love bein a turtle.”

“Look, Raph, if you’ve got something you wanna get off your shell, now’s the time. But I’m not gonna sit here and debate Splinter’s direct orders with you!”

“Come to daddy.” *literally has like eight sharp objects now"

“What is it with ninjas and smoke pellets?”

“What’s going on Raph?” “Did I mention that we ran into a monster last night?” “No, you kind of FAILED to tell me about THAT one, buddy!”

“And now we got walking statues? You got a plan for those?!” “Hey, those are a first for me too.”

“And I thought Girl Scouts were pushy!”

“Cody is going to break up with Donna. I just know it.” “We interrupt the Gilmore Girls for this special news report. Monsters loose in the city? Strange reports are coming in tonight about a construction site incident that sounds like something out of science fiction.” “BOYS!”

“Raphael. You always bear the world problems on your shoulders. It is an admirable quality when you are a protector of others. But you must realize that while, at times, you may not be my favorite STUDENT, that does not mean that you are my least favorite SON. You are strong, passionate, and loyal to a fault. These are the merits of a great leader as well. But only when tempered with compassion and humility.”

“Sensei! You alright?” “Hehe. We must do this more often!” *whack* “I still got it!”

“Hey, look guys, I grabbed a toaster!” -Tommy

“I love your work ethic, Tommy, you’re an inspiration to us all.” -Gang leader

“Looks like you got a sidekick.” “Yeah, right. You’re the sidekick.”

#the pink is supposed to be splinter lol i kinda ran out of text colors #tmnt #tmnt 2007 #quotes #tmnt quotes #tommy is the real one lol he got us a toaster #oh and regular text is casey #also did anyone else notice that april has like no internal organs #my girl is thinner than a pipe cleaner #ouch #donnie is so sarcastic and i love it

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little situation | part 15.

Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader, peter parker x black!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“Hey, Rogers,” someone called in your morning Statistics class— the concept of a rotating schedule was weird but you were adjusting to classes not being at the same time each day.

You looked up in surprise that someone had called your name. You were positive after the mess that happened over the weekend everyone would stay far away from 001. The teacher didn’t seem to care that students’ talked during the problem-solving time at the end of class as long as you weren’t talking during the actual lesson.

“Is it true?”

“Is what true?”

“That freaky UN shit, that was a joke right?”

You ducked your head back into your textbook to write down another problem into your notebook. Some of the other students laughed as you looked away. It amazed you, one week you were the school’s coolest celebrity but right now, well, you weren’t sure what you were but it certainly wasn’t America’s Darling.

“So all you’d have to say is longing—”

You ripped out your hearing aids as quickly as possible. You were breathing rapidly and pressing your hands to your ears as hard as possible. The teacher’s attention was suddenly on the class.

“Mister Adams! Principal’s office, now! Are you okay Miss Rogers?”

She bent down in front of your desk. Tears were threatening to spill out and you were shaking your head back and forth. Anyone who at first thought the joke was funny suddenly felt bad. You jumped when the teacher placed a hand on your shoulder. She spoke a little slower and more deliberate and— despite it being unnecessary since she was so close you could hear her and the fact that you were used to reading quick lips— you appreciated the gesture.

“Class is almost over anyway, why don’t you catch your breath before going to the next one. Or maybe the counselor’s office? I’ll write you a pass.”

You thanked her and haphazardly shoved all your stuff into your backpack. The bell rang as you got a few steps away from your classroom. You accidentally bumped into someone and when you looked up it was Ned, right next to Peter. Both of them eyed you with concern.

“I’m fine,” you tried to reassure them until Principal Morita’s voice came in through the intercom.

“Students. I understand we’ve all seen the events that transpired this past weekend. Any jokes about the UN meeting will be met with punishment and so much as a whisper of certain words will be greeted with a prompt suspension. We take care of our fellow students at Midtown and I, as well as the rest of the faculty, expect more from you all. That is all. Have a pleasant day and learn something new.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

You pushed past the boys when Peter grabbed your arm. You turned back and gave him a watery smile.

“I’ll catch you at lunch, Peter Parker.”

He nodded and let go of your arm with some reluctance. Your chemistry teacher understood when you handed him your homework and then booked it to the counselor’s office. She let you stay in her office until lunch, asking if you wanted her to call anyone.

“It might be better if you call someone, maybe they can come get you.”

“I’m supposed to go to a friend’s house after school,” you mumbled.

“Oh, that’s good! I’m very glad you’ve made friends, Sarah.”

You nodded and sighed before taking her office phone and dialing in the ten digit phone number.

“It’s my Uncle Clint… can you please ask him not to tell my dad.”

“Of course, Sarah. Patient confidentiality, I am actually licensed,” she chuckled while waiting for the call to go through and somehow that made you feel a bit better.

As you left the office to head to the cafeteria your phone pinged with a series of texts from Clint, he didn’t like long paragraphs. It made you chuckle. While he wasn’t necessarily the best at giving advice he always knew the right thing to say— in this case it was a supposedly very confidential story about what happened in Budapest. Was there supposed to be some lesson there? Probably. In his own weird way, advice was usually found deep in the story.

You pocketed the phone and made it to your usual table. You were shocked to see Michelle sitting in the seat right next to your usual one. Ned and Peter shrugged when you gave them a questioning look.

“One time thing,” Michelle said. “I don’t like seeing you wallow, miserable’s not cute on you. You’re meant to be a smiler… Adams is a dick.”

“Thank you… MJ.”

She shrugged like it meant nothing but you watched her smile while reading. You felt satisfied for the time being. She’d come around eventually, you were sure of it.

Your teachers and classmates alike let you be in silence for the rest of the day which you appreciated. While robotics rotated out, you weren’t too upset because you were still seeing Ned and Peter after school… and Michelle, surprisingly. You didn’t know she was on the decathlon team.

Mr. Harrington, one of the science teachers and coach for the decathlon, was more than willing to let you sit in on their practice in the library. Flash blew you a kiss, that you ignored, before being brought to attention by Mr. Harrington. You pulled out homework and finally stuck your hearing aids back in, trusting no one on the team was going to pull anything.

“Alright team. Let’s work on some questions! I was thinking today I just ask questions and you answer, no training, no prep so we see what you guys know. Sound good?”

“Sounds good, Mr. Harrington,” the team responded.

You listened to him ask all sorts of questions, the team doing fairly well. They seemed well-rounded, there was always at least one person that knew the answer. Mr. Harrington was going through the flashcards at record speed.

“This is an art one. What’s the printing process in which ink is forced into recessed lines?”

Everyone paused, making funny faces in attempts to rack their brains for an answer.

“Intaglio,” you muttered.

The whole team looked at you. You shrunk your seat.

“The answer you were looking for was intaglio… I’m sorry, it’s your practice. I wasn’t try— you just seemed like—”

Mr. Harrington just shook his head and picked up another flashcard, looking directly at you.

“What measures the responsiveness of the quantity demanded to a change in price?”

“Elasticity.”

“Louis Daguerre used mercury frames in his photography experiments for what task?”

“Shorten exposure time for developing an image.”

“The ancient Mediterranean world was characterized by lots of technological advancements especially in what field?”

“Metalworking.”

“Where was the earliest known case of smallpox found.”

“The mummy of… Ramses the fifth?”

“Correct. If you don’t mind me asking…”

“It’s 194.”

“Brains and beauty, you are the perfect woman.” Flash shot you a smile.

“Would you like to join decathlon? You’d be the perfect addition,” Mr. Harrington asked, the rest of the team nodding along.

You snorted. “I’m good.”

“Such a waste of talent, are you sure?”

“Avengers already takes up a lot of time.”

“Oh, of course, right. Avengering… avengering?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Uncle Tony just calls it saving the world.”

After getting over the fact that you really did know every Avenger, the team finished up practice and you walked with Peter and Ned to Peter’s apartment. Ned proudly brought out the Steamboat Willie lego set.

“How long are you two planning on staying? We can order a pizza,” Aunt May said from the doorway of Peter’s room.

“Ham and pineapple?”

“You got it, Ned.”

“I promised my dads I’d be home for dinner. Maybe next time?”

“Of course, sweetie. I’ll just order a large for us then, boys.”

“Woah,” you gasped as Ned unboxed the set.

You weren’t expecting so many pieces and pages to the manual. It was agreed that you would each work on separate parts of the boat since the manual seemed to say you could and then would connect them at the end. The boat was slowly coming together and you understood why Peter and Ned did this, it was like working in Tony and Bruce’s lab…

“You guys want to see something cool?”

“Sure?”

You put down the part of the boat that you were working on and opened the secret compartment of your backpack. You pulled out the two gloves that you had been working on.

“Is that an Iron Man glove?!”

“Nope. Well, kind of. I made it. Uncle Tony’s letting me borrow the plans for his suit.”

“That is so cool!”

You took off the glove and gave one to each boy. “It doesn’t actually shoot anything big yet, just jets of air until I finish the rest. But it still lights up.”

Ned and Peter aimed the gloves at each other, aggressively blowing jets of air into the other person’s face. You laughed hysterically as their hair stuck up everywhere in the midst of their hot air war. Eventually, Ned picked up how to make the jetstream continuous and didn’t let up on Peter until the other one surrendered. They handed you the gloves back to tuck away.

“I’ll bring you to the compound when I finish the whole thing.”

“Will they let us in?” Peter asked. “Isn’t it fairly classified?”

“Hmm… you’ll probably have to get security detailed but I don’t see why you can’t come.”

The three of you finished the set just in time as Happy approached the door. He actually stepped inside and went all the way to Peter’s room. He came in with a box that held another lego set, the Hogwarts Express.

“Your dad told Tony and he insisted,” Happy said.

You took the box and handed it to Peter. He placed the boat in your hands.

“Not too much room here to store it, plus it’s your first set. You should keep it.”

“Thanks guys.” You gave them both hugs. “See you tomorrow. Bye, Ned. Bye, Peter Parker.”

“Why do you always say both my names?”

You shrugged. “I like the way it sounds.”

When you got home, you showed off the little boat to your family before heading up to your room while Steve went downstairs to help Wanda and Sam cook— it was a team dinner today with everyone at home. Clint knocked on the door as you were moving around the souvenirs from Sam and Steve’s last mission in Alaska in order to put the boat on your bookshelf.

How did the rest of school go? Clint signed, knowing that two super-soldiers were in the house and could come upstairs at any moment to get you.

Fine.

Fine?

No one else bothered me. Stupid kid, thought it was funny.

Alright… I’m here for you. Okay? Anything you can’t tell Steve, you know you can tell me.

I know. I’m fine, really. Thanks, Uncle Clint.

No problem, kid.

One question.

Yes?

Did that really happen in Budapest?

Nat thought her being the Russian prostitute was too cliche.

So if I ask her?

“You will do no such thing.”

“What won’t Sarah do?” Steve asked as he came into the room.

“Nothing!” Clint said too quickly.

“Ask Uncle Clint,” you said as you walked out before looking behind to stare at Clint. “Maybe he’ll volunteer to tell you.”

“I did not!” Clint said as he followed, leaving Steve utterly confused.

“Where’s Pietro?” you asked as you approached the dinner table.

You felt the two knocks and turned around just in time to catch the fork. Pietro laughed as he, for once, walked at a normal speed to the table. He sat down next to you but didn’t mess with you for the rest of dinner.

“Are you going to your friend’s house again tomorrow?” Sam asked.

“Friend? Like actual friends?” Tony perked up and so did the rest of the team.

“Um, yeah. Ned Leeds, Peter Parker, and MJ.”

“Hmm.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Uncle Tony.”

“Nothing.”

“It means something.”

“Lots of testosterone, that’s all.”

“Tony means,” Nat cleaned up for him. “Living with idiotic boys we thought you’d want some girlfriends. Especially since you seem to like feminine things.”

“I have you, Wanda, and Aunt Pepper… also MJ’s a girl.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, she doesn’t admit that she likes us though. She’s kind of like you, Aunty Nat.”

That made the whole team laugh. Even Natasha chuckled a bit since you weren’t exactly wrong. You told Steve and Sam that you probably would go over to Peter’s tomorrow but would be back early. Dinner finished with several jokes and stories. Steve called a family meeting when your small household got back into their apartment.

“Sam and I are leaving again on Thursday. Fury said we’re needed on the mission… for a month.”

“No!”

“Babydoll, we can’t get out of it.”

“Both of you? You both have to go?”

“Sarah, sweetheart, we’ll call you as much as we can,” Sam assured you. “And metal man’ll still be here.”

“Okay… at least twice a week, promise?”

“We promise. And speaking of Buck,” Steve started.

“You and Sarah are both on temporary leave. Your principal called Sarah. If kids are joking and know the words, then we can’t have you on missions Buck until we see if Wakanda can actually help you guys. And this’ll prolong you joining the team, Babydoll.”

You sighed. “I figured… I’m gonna go take a bubble bath. If I don’t come back, assume I fell asleep.”

“Babydoll!” Steve called when you were halfway down the hall.

When we get back. Steve signed. He knew Bucky could understand but as long as Sam didn’t, he didn’t care. Besides, he was going to tell his best friend anyway.

What?

You wanted to be flower girl, right?

Really?! In a month, for real?

Is that okay with you? You can tell me if you don’t like Sam.

I call him dad. He’s family… I’m not giving up my bedroom.

… Alright, doll.

You got giddy. “First Budapest, now this!”

“What about Budapest?” Steve asked.

“Nothing!”

You darted down the hall before they could ask any more questions.

(Part 16)...

#steve rogers x teen!reader #steve rogers x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x black!reader #avengers x teen!reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

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Monthly Update (March 2024!)

Hello everyone, happy March!

Karamu Trilogy

February was definitely my Kanau development month! Most of the month was devoted to working on the art assets and setting up the voice acting. I started the casting call in early February and finished it in mid-February. I also received all of the voice files and cleaned and adjusted them/requested retakes. I'll be making casting announcements soon; I'm very excited to be working with so many talented individuals!

I also started and finished all of the art for Kanau. In total, it's 7 backgrounds, 9 CGs, and 21 mini CGs! (Gosh even I'm impressed by how much art I managed to do for this…originally it was just going to be 2 backgrounds and one sprite…)

I also wrote around 6000 words for Hanasu, the Karamu sequel!

The Deepwater Witch

I finished a few of the remaining CGs for The Deepwater Witch, but there are a couple left to go that I want to take my time with. Since March will be devoted to MINDMINDMIND (and coding the Kanau release), I decided to push back the full TDW release to April.

MINDMINDMIND (Nano 2024)

I finalized the designs for Geist and Kalei, and I also finished finalizing the outline. In addition, I decided to start the casting call for this one a little early; I do want to release the voiced version for Nano if possible, and I want to give the VAs as much time as possible to record. As a result, I am DEAD SET on finishing the script within the first ten days of March…fingers crossed!

Other game build related stuff!

I got some reports in January that there were issues with TDW's MacOS build, which is probably because of my engine change (from Unity to Godot). Mac's security systems are notoriously difficult to work with, which is probably what is causing the problems. I decided to bite the bullet and buy an Apple Developer License so I could sign and notarize my Mac builds, but after struggling for around 2 weeks, I concluded: with my current game framework, it is impossible to sign and notarize for Mac. If I want to fix it, then I need to either rewrite all of my code in a different language or go back to Unity.

I did hear that deploying on itch through itch's command line app (butler) and then playing the game through the official itch app can fix some of the issues. I did that for TDW, and hopefully the MacOS game build is working okay now. If you want to play my games on Mac, please download them through the official itch app. That's the best way to make sure that they play without a hitch. Unfortunately, I don't have a good Mac (the only one I own is around 11 years old at this point), and it's difficult for me to do any Mac testing. If you run into problems, please let me know, and I'll try to get them sorted!

As for Android builds, I'm still waiting on an update to the version of Godot that I use, so I don't have a timeline on that. As soon as Android builds are available, I'll work on ports for Kanau and TDW.

What am I planning for March?

Kanau is slated to release on Friday, March 8th, so between now and then I'll be hard at work coding. I'm also going to be in the weeds scripting for MINDMINDMIND so that I can give a script to the VAs as soon as I cast (I'm aiming for around 2k words a day…hopefully…) After Kanau is released, I'll be finalizing the MINDMINDMIND script, and then the rest of the month will be devoted to putting MINDMINDMIND together. It will be finished by the end of March, by hook or by crook!

Thank you to everyone for reading, and I'll see you next month!

If you want to hear from me more often, I post frequently on my Patreon with sketches, writing snippets, sneak peeks, high resolution art, and weekly devlogs.

#general #general-dev

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roberts-island · 1 year

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After almost ten years of having my learner’s permit and getting my license in October, I finally got a car yesterday (a little blue Kia Rio!) Today I was able to drive to the post office and also take my boyfriend to the train station. I still don’t feel comfortable and I’m working on highway driving with an instructor still, but I thought I would never be able to drive without having a panic attack and now I can. That’s something hopeful.

#driving anxiety #new car #adhd #ASD #new driver #first car

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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I do find it so very cute that 2po is pretending Dean's presence is just a WB or CW demand, and that 'more dean' would just be that

bruh the network draft had more dean. they were originally planning to have more dean. Not like a fuckload more but just some clips and snippets with his narration. The only reason THAT moved is because his hair and beard are all over the place from his other roles. From network to production, and from arenas to screen, and from creation to air, Dean's presence has ALREADY been considerably reduced. Jesus. Yeah. REDUCED NOT INCREASED. lmfao.

fuckin cope man. jesus. the. god it's hitting the point he seems to be hallucinating that if he speaks it loud enough, it'll come true. This isn't The Secret, pal.

I repeat: There is no one to demand jack schitt from Jensen Ackles right now. No matter what a very upset jared stan pretending he gives a FUCK about anyone else in tfw wants to claim as an ego salve.

So here's your ten bazillionth reminder.

Jensen already secured all necessary licensing for this. (and owns new characters/content)

Jensen already got everything greenlit (as an LGBT Scifi-Romance)

Zaslav cut red tape on creative executives after firing his board

WB's 3 tier reporting system is over under Zaslav

Creative Execs report directly to Zaslav, but only if he calls them because there's a problem with the numbers. If he calls, he wants you to answer. Because if he's calling, your numbers are wrong, and he's fixing it

otherwise, pop off, creatives

Zaslav will not interfere and is the only one at WB that can now. Roth made sure to advise him on the viability of the franchise and Jensen as a peak connected creative to the content.

Nexstar-CW doesn't fucking care. Miller and shit has no fucking opinion of TW or even SPN beyond general awareness. Again both he and Schwartz will continue to let the show go on as long as it pulls numbers and otherwise abides by primetime 18-49 S&P.

All around, all new leadership cares about is fucking money and numbers working out, and as long as the new show is doing that, it can go. The new show is already forming its own expectations. This isn't Pedowitz's CW or Sarnoff's WB. Nexstar ate CW. Discovery ate WB. WB-CW just became Discovery-Nexstar, and 2po is out here hallucinating some FUCKING universe where Mark Pedowitz is gonna pop out of a fucking genie bottle and go ALAKAZAMKAZOO MORE DEAN FOR YOU and that's it, that's why there'll be more dean.

fuckin no. jesus how is this man so easily fucking confused by BRAND LABELS. I swear I could hang a sign reading "giraffe" on a giraffe enclosure, walk out the giraffe, replace it with a gorilla and 2po would bitch until he passes out insisting the gorilla is a giraffe bc the front still says fucking giraffe.

my head hurts, what magical fairy dust is he imagining making this universe work for him now? The same one time traveled back a few years when international licensing was the entire CW game before we broke their fucking kneecaps to make it function like normal TV?

When there's more Dean, it's not because Ann Sarnoff manifests from the old-WB void to fucking "make" Dean do it. No old guard is coming back to "demand" SHIT.

When there's more Dean, it's because it was always meant to have more Dean, and increasingly so on the back end of the season and the resolutions itself.

Dean's resolution is itself fucking CRITICAL to this. I think this is a new conscious spin on his part. When the end comes he'll say, "THE NETWORK/STUDIO DEMANDED THIS!!! HOW AWFUL!! JENSEN LOVED THE FINALE!! HE HATES THIS DESTIEL!! HOW DARE THEY *MAKE* HIM DO THIS!! OMG."

Fucking no dude it's the fucking ending and always has been.

cope. And get off the internet, you goddamn doxxing, grifting asshole. or maybe the planet. And since I don't suggest self harm can you just fucking jettison yourself into space and stop bogging us down.

#nexstar #wbd #chaos machine #jensen ackles #spnwin

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jessethegoat · 1 year

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I recently followed you, so just wanted to say hi

Who are your other favourite managers I'm intrigued??

It's a niche market manager appreciation 😂

Hi hi hiii!!! It's nice to get a lovely ask after getting so many pelts because I love this man a bit too much 😅 IKR! I think we need more manager appreciation blogs here.

I have many other favourite managers as well and I'm afraid it'll be too long if I named them all (because if a manager are unhinged and have a degree of craziness in their tactics, then they got me fell head over heels).

So here are my top 5 managers (other than Jesse ofc):

1. Will Still, Stade de Reims. He's real life Nate in Ted Lasso in my mind. Still very young and just got his Pro License as well, but he's able to upset other team and even hold PSG in both home and away matches.

2. Jurgen Klopp. I'm a bit biased here because I'm a Liverpool fan first and foremost (and always will be).

3. Luciano Spalletti. His work at Napoli is nothing but a miracle. An Italy team with such exciting football? Sign me up all day!

4. Arne Slott, Feyenoord. I've been following his team for a while now (2 years) and it only took them Erik Ten Hag away to finally be the powerhouse again. Although, to see his team and Erik's facing each other always a delight that I missed sorely.

5. Gregg Berhalter..KIDDING. Jim Curtin, Philadelphia Union. Jesse's arch nemesis (who happens to be his old mate). The only guy who always win psychological warfare against Jesse. It was so bad that Jesse got a meltdown once and this guy was laughing..it was too funny 🤣 also his team is really pleasing to watch last season. This season they off to a bad start, but I'm sure they'll pick up their form again.

And shout out to Eddie Howe, Bradley Carnell, Thomas Frank, Patrick Vieira, Unai Emery, Jose Mourinho, Arteta, Pep, Ancelotti and Hansi Flick!

Also Bob Bradley~

#thank you so much for this ask!#howe-aythe-eriksens #managers talk #will still #jurgen klopp #luciano spalletti #arne slot #jim curtin #jesse marsch

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mysticovo · 8 months

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💥Bakugou x Villain Reader Headcanons + Fic 💥

”Can I have bakugou x villain reader” Requested by a friend! This is the second fanfic I’ve wrote so please keep that in mind ( ・∇・)

(Q/n) - quirk name.

(F/s) - fav snack

(V/n) - villain name

(e/c) - eye color

(h/c) - hair color

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You used to be a student at UA. You had Aizawa last year but was expelled because he thought you weren’t good enough. The rest of the class returned that upcoming year but you didn’t. Your parents were heroes, they went to UA. They weren’t anywhere near the top ten , more in the 90s-80s. But they were disappointed in you. You were the first in your class to leave, you were always ranked last. It was a miracle that you had even got in. It was probably due to being a legacy. Everyday after was a constant fight. At some point, you had enough. You weren’t going to deal with their crap anymore. You packed a backpack with some (f/s), clothes and your old hero outfit. If you wanted you could become some sort of vigilante.

After a week on the streets, you had settled in an alley. It was raining. You had your knees to your chest and your head was laying on them. You just wanted to sleep. You heard someone walking but ignored it. Suddenly the raining stoped above you. Someone was holding an umbrella above you. Or two people? Their was a blonde girl with space buns and a taller man wearing a grey and navy bodysuit that covered his face.

“Heyyy, are you ok?” the girl said. I felt like I recognized her.

“What does it look like?” I snapped back.

“Geez just asking, any-wayy what are you doing here? You look at least 16!”

You sighed and got up. You grabbed your bag then started to walk away. That girl was getting annoying. So far the man said nothing, to me at least. As you started to walk away you heard him whisper to the blonde. You heard running behind me but before you could look behind me it went black.

(First person, cuz it’s just a tiny bit easier)

I woke up in a what seemed to be a bar. I was laying down in a booth. Everything hurt. It felt like I was hit with a truck. An eighteen wheeler to be specific. The sounds of arguing slowly entered my ears. I couldn’t really figure out what they were saying but I think it had something to do with me. I sat up and looked at my surroundings, a blue haired man was gesturing at me and looked like he was about to kill a man. I then saw the space buns from that girl in the next booth. Another man sat on a stool listening to the one sided arguments. He had burns on his face and arms. It looked like he also had staples on them.

~Weird fashion choice~ I thought. “Hello?” I said, hoping to catch their attention. The girl with space buns turned around and smiled at me.

“ You’re finally awake!” She exclaimed, “ We’ve been waiting for ages and Mr. Crusty lip can’t stop yelling at us.”

“ Why couldn’t I get away from you?” I pleaded.

“Kay… well I wanted to say that we had a something for you!”

The blue haired man chimed in, “ Your parents are (insert name), right?”

“Yeah why?” I asked.

“ I thought I recognized you. I heard their child was expelled from UA. Is that why you were on the streets?” He answered.

He was really getting on my nerves now.

“Why do you care?” I replied, getting angrier by the second.

“ I just thought that their child would’ve at least made it farther than one term. You didn’t even get your hero license.” He teased, “ No wonder they left you there. I would be ashamed, too.”

I finally had enough and used (Q/n) on him. He dodged out of the way and I hit the wall behind him instead.

“ Just what I thought” He said, “ How would you like to join the League of Villians?”

“What?” I asked, not believing I heard him correctly.

“ Look you can’t be a hero, but you can become a villain. Think of it, maybe you could get revenge on some of your old classmates, teachers and even your parents if you wanted to.” He explained, gesturing as he approached me,” And if you don’t accept the offer, I’m afraid we’ll have to resort to another plan.”

I raked it over in my mind. Die or join the LOV.

“ Fine.” I spat out.

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When you first meet

You’ve been in the league for the last 4 months, already making a name for yourself as (v/n).

They decided that you could come on the attack on the USJ.

You found out that Aizawa’s new class was training there

After the entire fight, you and the others start to retreat. When suddenly you hear a screaming noise out of nowhere. A man that looked like an angry pomeranian was fighting some of the other villains with explosions.

You thought that was an amazing quirk. He kind of reminded you of yourself back in your first year, except you didn’t bully people.

Suddenly he began charging towards you.

”You damn villains!” He yelled while fighting you.

Using your quirk you tried to get him away from you. He tried using his quirk at the same time and suddenly your hair was on fire.

You managed to dodge his entire attack, and quickly tried putting out your burning (h/c) hair.

Every attack he sent your way you dodged it even when you were focused on the flames.

It amazed him that you could do that.

Out of nowhere you were pulled through one of Kurogiri’s portals.

Frenemies

After that interaction you kept fighting him , and he kept fighting you.

It’s like you two were becoming frenemies.

When the dust man convinced you to come to the mall with him, you the explosion man. Through the news and Shiggy you learned his name was Bakugou.

You ended up trying to talk with him. Did it work? Yes. Did he try to kill you? Surprisingly he didn’t. I guess he didn’t want to ruin his weekend.

You ended up sharing your name and just talked about random stuff.

After that day, your fights were more of a training match. Seeing who would win.

He definitely kept score of who won so he could rub it in your face that he was better.

If you aren’t causing to much trouble he probably won’t do much or anything at all.

When he got kidnapped by the league, you just stayed out of it. Only talking to him about how everything was going.

You kind of thought it was cool when his friends broke him out.

After that day you both felt something blossom within you, or explode. ( haha get it, cuz of his quirk)

Crushing/dating

He didn’t realize it until Mina said something.

Everyone thought that he acted weirdly around you. He didn’t treat anyone else like that.

You realized it after talking to Toga and twice. They kind of told you that it wasn’t a normal friendly feeling to have for one of your friends.

After that you kind of went easier on each other or met up at the mall in secret.

You never told each other the plans of your respected sides.

It was like a truce during every meeting.

You had to make a move first. During one of your meetings you gave him a gift bag and then quickly left. It had his favorite candy in it and a love letter.

He didn’t know how to go about it. So he went to the only people who would know. ( the girls obvi)

He didn’t reveal your identity of course. Just said that he had a crush on a friend and they had one on him back.

They had helped him pick a nicer outfit and conjure his own love letter.

He acted like a tsundere when he gave it to you.

While you read it he sort of just stood there looking bored.

After that day you began dating him.

You had cafe dates and didn’t actually try to hurt him. If you did, you’d meet up at a shared spot (rooftop, alleyway, house, etc) and patch him up.

He doesn’t really like pda or affection.

He’s obvi a tsundere, like if he wasn’t what else would he be?

He bring you gifts or do stuff for you but would pretend to not care about it or what you thought of it.

Deep down he really cared about you.

He said I love you first by accident.

You gave him something he’s been wanting for months and it just slipped out.

In the future, you’d probably become a vigilante or something so you could be closer to him. Or even try reapplying to UA.

The end

How was it guys? Sorry if it was super long. I wanted to give some backstory and stuff. Remember my ask box is open and you can also request things in the comments! Till next time, bai!!!!!

#headcanons #my hero academia #mha bakugou #x reader #fanfic #villain x hero #~mystic’s~fanfic~

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