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callsign-dexter · 17 days

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Dr. Uncle Will

Request: Hey I loved your most recent Connor Rhodes x sister!reader!!! Could you write a littlest Halstead one where she gets sick and Jay has to call Will for help?

Pairings: Jay Halstead x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, sickness

Littlest Halstead

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Jay Halstead was a great father to you, Y/N Halstead, and if you asked anyone if he was a good dad they would say that he's not just a good dad but a great dad. He has loved you ever since you were born and he thought he could spot anything since he was a detective but he was wrong and he found that out one night.

You were sick. You just felt run down and just overall felt like shit, especially when it came to playing your favorite sport, softball. Recently your entire 5th grade class had been going through a round of sickness. Some had the flu, some had a viral infection, and some just had a cold. You were lucky enough not to get anything until last week.

Jay had been busy with a case that he admits that he wasn't paying as close attention as he normally did. Even though he wasn't paying as much attention he did pick up some stuff like your lack of wanting to eat and you being really cuddly towards him, a movement that you only did when you were sick or getting sick. He wasn't concerned enough to call your uncle, Will Halstead, just yet but that would all change tonight.

You started to feel sick one Monday morning and it just progressed from there. Jay was in the kitchen preparing for his day at work and preparing your lunch for the day. He looked down at his watch and smiled when he saw that it would soon be time for your footsteps to start padding down the hallway. A few minutes went by and no sign from you which made him frown. “Wonder what the holdup is?” He asked himself as he put down what he was doing and walked to your room. He gently knocked on the door and usually he would get a response but he didn't. “Y/N/N it's time to get up for school.” He said using a soothing fatherly tone as he opened the door.

“Daddy?” You asked lazily looking up at him and he furrowed his eyebrows that's not like you.

“It's me, Baby Girl. It's time to get up.” He said coming to sit by you on your bed and just like a magnet you curled into him. He didn't think much of it, he just thought you wanted to be near him. “Are you ok?” He asked as he cuddled you and you nodded, you didn't want to inconvenience him.

“Yea I'm fine.” You lied easily. He didn't look convinced but went with it.

“Ok. We need to leave in 10 minutes so you need to get up and get ready.” He said and you nodded. He bent down and kissed your head and hugged you then he was getting up and leaving. Once he was gone you were sluggish to get up. It was like your movements were in slow motion and everything hurt but you powered through it. The time you got to the kitchen your father was already packing your lunch in your lunch box and grabbing your bag and waited by the front door. “Khloe and her mom are taking you to practice and I will pick you up after ball.” He said as he handed you some breakfast and your water bottle.

“Ok.” You said as you slipped on your shoes and then your backpack and took the lunch box from him. He nodded and then the both of you were out the door.

Once outside and in his truck that you loved so much you settled into the passenger seat and got comfortable. As you started to move you started to feel better and your dad picked up on this so the concern, he had this morning went out the window. You ate all your breakfast sandwich that your dad made that you loved and drank some of your water. He was really a good cook even though he doesn't like to admit it. The truck ride was filled with low music and quiet laughter and smiles. You definitely felt better after eating something. He pulled up to the school and parked and you got ready to get out. “Remember Khloe is taking you to practice and I will be picking you up.” He said and you nodded.

“Got it, Dad.” You added smiling and he smiled and nodded then you were getting out and opening the backdoor to grab your softball gear.

“I love you.” He said as he looked back at you.

“I love you too.” You said and then closed the door. He made sure you were in the school before driving off. You sighed preparing yourself to start the long boring day and the dreaded practice.

Throughout the school day you were back to feeling sluggish and your nose started to run. You also just wanted to lay down on something cold and take a nap. “Ms. Halstead, are you feeling, ok?” Mrs. Jean asked while everyone was at recess, you had been staying close to the bleachers and the students, which wasn't like you, you took a minute to respond but you nodded your head. She came over to you and sat next to you. It took a minute for you to notice she was there and you turned to look at her.

“I'm ok.” You said in a quiet voice.

“You look a little pale. Why don't you head to the nurse to lay down?” She asked in a concerning motherly tone; she did have 4 kids of her own. You shook your head.

“I'm really ok.” You said and she smiled softly at you.

“Ok. I won't push you. If you start feeling worse let me know and you can go to the nurse.” She said and you nodded at her and then she got up and left.

Lunch came and you didn’t feel like eating so you hardly ate anything. You left the rest in the lunchbox and went on with your day. The rest of the day you just dragged throughout the day not having the energy to do anything. When it came to gym class Mrs. Link let you set out because she could see how much you were struggling today. By the end of the day, you were feeling worse and you just wanted your dad but first you needed to get through softball practice.

“Hey, are you ready to go?” Khloe asked as she came up to you with her bag and gear. You looked at her smiling and nodded.

“Yea, I’m ready.” You said and she smiled and the two of you walked out. You grabbed your water bottle and downed half of it as you got to her mom’s car. Drinking something helped so you weren’t too concerned.

“Good afternoon, girls. Did you have a good day at school?” Khloe’s mom asked.

“It was alright.” You said and she frowned.

“You look a little pale my dear. Are you feeling, ok?” She asked as she looked at you.

“She hasn’t been feeling good since this morning.” Khloe said and you elbowed her. “What? I could see it when you walked in and didn’t say hi to me.” She said and you huffed and sunk into the seat. Her mother nodded but you knew she was still concerned. The car ride to the field was filled with car music and Khloe and her mom talking and laughing. You would comment when needed but you were just trying not to throw up. When you arrived at the field all three of you got out. You and Khloe grabbed your gear and you your backpack and walked over to the dugout and started to get ready.

You went through the motions of practice not really putting in the effort and everyone could see that which is why you had gotten pulled over to the side by Coach Ludgate. “Sweetie, are you feeling, ok?” She asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Yes.” You said and she looked at you in a concerned fatherly look. “No.” You admitted and he smiled softly at you and nodded.

“I can tell. You’re red in the face and you look pale. You also don’t seem as energetic as other times. Why don’t you go sit in the dugout out of the sun and cool off? Can’t have my best player collapsing on me.” He said smiling and you smiled back and walked sluggishly back to the dugout and laid down on the bench and closed your eyes. You don’t know how long you had your eyes closed but you then felt something cool being draped over your head. Your eyes shot open quickly and you came face to face with your dad.

“Dad?” You asked and he smiled, running a hand through your hair.

“Hey, Baby Girl. Thought I would come early and watch you practice. When I asked where you were they led me here.” He said and tears welled up in your eyes. “What’s wrong?” He asked as you sat up.

“I don't feel good.” You said quietly and he nodded, smiling softly.

“Let’s get you home. How long have you been feeling this way?” He asked

“Since this morning.” You said as you got up and grabbed your stuff and he nodded. He turned to look at your coach and he nodded and so the two of you made your way to his car and then home.

“Why didn't you let me know?” He asked as he threw your bags into the backseat.

“You were busy and I didn't want to disturb you or put more on your plate because you had a sick kid.” You said and his heart broke. For such a young kid you were smart and very generous of people's feelings.

“I would do anything for you.” He said and you nodded and sank into the cool leather of his truck. The ride home was quiet and uneventful; you had actually closed your eyes and fallen asleep. The music was down low so as to not disturb you. Jay was beating himself up, he should've seen the signs, he should've asked questions, he's a detective he should be able to pick up on things especially when it came to his own daughter. But you were just like him and you hid a lot of things well and you didn't let emotions show. By the time you got to the apartment you were out. He parked the truck and turned off the ignition. He sighed “Looks like I’ll be carrying you.” He said, chuckling to himself. He opened his door and got out then went over to the passenger side first grabbing your backpack and slung it over his shoulder and then he quietly shut the door and opened the passenger door. He quickly worked to get you unbuckled and then he picked you up, you threw your arms around him out of habit and buried your head into his neck. The moment your head touched his skin he knew how sick you were. You were warm despite having the ac blowing in the truck. As he situated you in his arms, he shut the door and locked it and started to head to the building.

“Good afternoon, Jay. I see you have a sleepy one.” Mrs. Mueller Quell, your elderly neighbor, and Jay smiled and nodded.

“Yea, she's not feeling good at the moment. Going to get her settled.” He said and she smiled and nodded.

“You should make her your famous chicken noodle soup. I know me and Grant love it.” She said

“I just might do that. We'll see you later.” He said and she smiled.

“If you need anything let us know. We've taken care of a few sick kids.” She said as she began to walk away to the mailroom.

“I will be.” He said as he got onto the elevator and pressed the button for the correct floor. He was amazed that you had slept through that interaction. As the elevator went up and eventually dinged, he walked out. In just a few quick long strides he was arriving at the door. He skillfully got his key out and unlocked it making sure to quietly shut it as he walked in. He sat your bag down and kicked off his shoes. He walked over to the couch and gently set you down but you had a grip on him like no other and he chuckled. He gently pried your grip apart and then laid you down, took your shoes off, then covered you up with a light thin blanket. He went into the kitchen to grab the children's Tylenol and pulled up the right dose and walked back into the living room. He hated to wake you up but he needed you to take it. “Baby Girl, can you wake up and take this for me? I promise you can go back to sleep.” He said as you opened your eyes and took the medicine and went directly back to sleep. He walked into the kitchen and put the now dirty cup in the sink. He then went to your backpack and there he sat your shoes down. He picked up your backpack and set it on the table and started to unpack it. At first it was all normal and he saw all the work that was sent home but everything was done and he smiled. You always finished your homework early; he had asked why and you responded casually saying that if you got it done early you could have more play time. He was shocked but he understood it and it was actually smart. As he was going through your backpack his phone started to ring. The shrill of the ringer was loud and he was quick to take it out of his pocket and answer it without looking at it just to get it to stop ringing and not wake you up.

“Detective Jay Halstead.” He said quickly.

“Well hello Detective Jay Halstead.” Hailey’s voice came through with a chuckle.

“Sorry, Hails. I didn't look at my phone. What's up?” He asked

“I just wanted to see if you and Y/N wanted to go out to a movie and ice cream.” She said and he smiled at that and looked over at you still sleeping. He began seeing Hailey when you were 9 years old and had just turned 10 years old. She was making the effort to connect with you and it was working.

“We're going to have to take a rain check on that. She's not feeling all that great. Didn't even practice at softball.” He said

“Oh man she must be bad off. That's not like her. She loves the sport.” She said and he smiled loving the thought that she actually paid attention to your interests.

“Yeah, she does.” He said, chuckling.

“I could pick some stuff up and come over.” She offered

“I would like that and she would too. She's asleep right now.” He said

“Anything specific you need?” She asked

“I think I'm out of children's Tylenol, just gave her the last dose, and cold medicine, do you mind getting that?” He asked

“Not at all! I'll be over there soon.” She said

“Thank you.” Jay said

“Anything for my boyfriend and his lovely daughter.” She replied and he smiled and chuckled and then they were both hanging up the phone.

When Jay got your lunch box, he pulled it out and opened and was shocked that there was most of your lunch still left. You love your food and would take any chance to eat it. All this just told him how sick you were. “Oh, Baby Girl.” He said, sighing. He got all of the stuff out and put the items that needed to be refrigerated in the fridge.

“Daddy?” You asked sitting up and he was over to you in a matter of seconds bending down in front of you.

“Hey, Baby Girl. What's wrong?” He asked and you looked at him. Your eyes weren't as bright as they usually are and you overall just didn't look great.

“I'm hungry.” You said and he smiled and ran a hand through your sweat soaked hair.

“Do you want some soup and crackers?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please.” You said and he smiled and nodded. He had taught you to be polite from a young age. Before he left, he grabbed the remote and handed it to you. You turned it on and turned on Disney+ and turned on Wizards of Waverly Place. You settled in as Jay went to the kitchen to see what soup he had on hand in the meantime. He grabbed the saltine crackers and then some canned chicken and noodle soup. He would have to go to the grocery later, he would've had Hailey pick it up but there was more he needed to get and he didn't want her to pay for his groceries. He quickly got to work on getting your food ready and when it was, he brought it into the living room and you sluggishly sat up and he could see this. He sat down and then gave it to you. You instantly cuddled into his side.

“Careful it's hot.” He said and you nodded and then started to eat. You ate about half of it and 3 crackers before you were handing it back to him and he was sitting it on the coffee table in front of you, you snuggled into him and he instantly cuddled you. As he sat there with you, he could hear now that you had become congested, he brought a hand to your forehead and frowned you were warmer than you were when he got you out of the truck. “You really don’t feel good do you, Baby Girl?” He asked as you snuggled into him more.

“No.” You said in a quiet voice and his heart broke. He kissed the top of your head.

“Hailey is on her way over with some medicine.” He said and you nodded but continued to snuggle into your father. It wasn’t 2 minutes later that there was a knock on the door and he was getting up to answer it but not without you whimpering out for him. “I’ll be right back. I promise. Hailey is here.” He said and you nodded and you let him get up but as he stood up and second later you were standing up and tucking yourself into his side.

“I don’t want to leave you.” You whined, tears welling up in your eyes and threatening to spill and a sniffle from you being sick and the tears.

“Ok ok you don’t have to.” He said as he picked you up and walked towards the door. You snuggled into him and wrapped your arms around his neck and legs locked around his waist. Yup you were definitely sick you were being super clingy. He got to the door and unlocked it then opened it and there stood his girlfriend/partner with bags of medicine and a cup holder filled with three drinks, milkshakes to be exact.

“Hey you two.” Hailey said and Jay smiled but you had already fallen asleep.

“Hey.” Jay said and leaned in to kiss her and she ran a hand through your hair. “I think she is asleep.” He said chuckling and she nodded in agreement.

“Well, she can have her milkshake later. I thought something cold would be nice.” Hailey said and Jay smiled as he led her in.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He said

“I wanted to. I love her like she is my own.” Hailey said having not seen his face since her back was turned to him as she put things away and your milkshake in the freezer. His face was one of love and appreciation.

“I can’t even begin on how to thank you.” Jay said and she shook her head.

“No need.” She replied as she turned around to look at Jay holding you and she practically melted right then and there.

“I’m going to try and go put her down. Then I will be right back out.” He said and she smiled and nodded.

“Take your time.” She said and he nodded and turned heading to your room. Jay walked down the hallway into your room he walked you to your bed and started to gently lay you down and you whimpered.

“No.” You whined as he laid you down and sat on the side of the bed.

“You’ll be much more comfortable here than on me. I promise. I’ll be in the living room with Hailey so I’ll be able to hear you if you call. Ok?” He asked and you looked at him tiredly and nodded.

“Ok. Tell her I said hi.” You said and it ended with a cough and he smiled as he ran a hand through your hair.

“I will. Now get some rest.” He said leaning up and kissing you on your sweaty hot forehead.

“Ok.” You whispered as your eyes closed and you were out like a light. He tucked you in and gave you your favorite stuffed animal and headed out of your room making sure to crack the door slightly. He looked at you one more time and then he was walking back to the living room.

“How is she?” Hailey asked

“She’s warmer than normal and she coughed which was new. She ate about half of her soup and 3 crackers before she was putting it down and snuggling into me before you got here.” Jay said

“What do you think it could be?” She asked and he shrugged.

“It could be anything. There has been some sickness going around her class but honestly don’t know.” Jay said as he grabbed your half-eaten soup and package of crackers into the kitchen. He put the bowl in the sink and the crackers back in the cabinet then he walked back into the living room, Hailey handed him his milkshake “Thank you.” He said and sat down and turned on Brooklyn Nine-Nine, a cop show that they were watching together. Jay slung an arm over shoulders and pulled her into him and they drank their milkshakes. They loved to comment on everything but it was mostly a show they didn’t have to really think about but with them both being detectives they ran the cases that were showing on the TV. They probably got about 3 hours into it, it was 8 PM, before you started to cough more and more and that concerned him. He had decided that he wouldn’t be going into work tomorrow and had let Voight know beforehand and he gave his approval saying family came first. “I’m going to check on her.” He said as he paused the show and Hailey nodded and sat up for him to go to your room. As he was walking to your room you started to cough more and more. He walked into the room and you were still sound asleep but coughing a really deep cough. He walked over and sat down on your bed and rubbed you back as you were turned onto your stomach. “Baby Girl.” He said and started to wake you up and all he got was a cough that he could feel wracking your body. “Hey, wake up.” He said as he started to pick you up and you snuggled into him.

“Daddy?” You asked followed by a cough.

“Yea, it's me. Hey, do you want to come into the living room with us? You coughing is worrying me.” He said and you looked at him and your eyes weren’t as bright as they were when you weren’t sick.

“Please.” You said and she smiled and got up and went into the kitchen to grab the milkshake. She put it in the microwave to soften it slightly and then walked back into the living room and handed it to you as she sat down. You took it but you were shaking and that concerned them both. Whatever you had zapped the energy out of you. “Thank you.” You said and took a sip of it and she smiled.

“Yea.” You said followed by a cough and he nodded and then he picked you up and took you into the living room. He was quick to dim the lights until it was semi-dark and Hailey was already making a spot for you between them. “Hi.” You said when you spotted her but it wasn’t as energized as before.

“Hi Sweetie.” She said with a smile as Jay sat down then he disappeared to grab more children’s Tylenol and come back in. He sat down on the other side of you and you somehow ended up more on him. “I heard you weren’t feeling good.” She said and ran a hand through your hair and you nodded snuggling more into your father and she smiled “I brought you a milkshake. Do you want it?” She asked and you looked up at your dad and he looked down at you and you nodded. You looked over at her and she could see the nonexistent light.

“You’re welcome, Sweetie.” She said

“Here, take this and wash it down with the milkshake.” Jay said and you nodded and said what you were told. Then they were turning their attention back to the TV as Jay pressed play. You watched it but didn’t pay any attention to it, not even finishing your milkshake. You were falling back to sleep and he was taking the cup out of your hands and putting it on the side table.

“She only drank half of it. She’s definitely not feeling well.” Jay said as you let out a cough.

“I hope she feels better soon. I hate seeing her like this.” Hailey said and Jay nodded.

“Me too.” He said

Around an hour later Jay was putting you back into your bed and he was bye to Hailey and he was heading off to get ready for bed and when they were done, they slid in and fell into a somewhat peaceful sleep. You coughed and coughed throughout the night and it seemed like it got worse when you were laying down. Jay being your parent had parent ears on all the time and they never turned off so when you stopped coughing during the night he was instantly awake and sitting up. He walked into the room and he was instantly kneeling by your bedside and he could see you breathing and he sighed but he wanted to wake you up just in case. “Y/N. Baby Girl. Can you wake up for me?” He asked as he petted your hair and you let out a cough and slowly cracked your eyes as best as you could but they were almost like caked shut and he could see that. “Oh, Baby Girl.” He said as he started to take the goop away from your eyes. As you started coughing again you started wheezing and that brought a new worry to your father that was new. It was time to call Will. “Come here.” He said picking you up and taking you into his bedroom and laid you down on his bed while he picked up his phone and unlocked it and pulled up his brother’s contact information and pressing call.

“I’m sorry for waking you up but no everything isn’t ok. Y/N is sick and at first, I could handle it but then she started coughing and just a little bit ago she stopped and now her eyes are filled with goop and she is wheezing.” Jay explained keeping watch over as you slept and wheezed.

“Jay? It’s 4 in the morning. Everything ok?” Will asked, voice full asleep.

“Has she been running a temperature?” Will asked

“She didn’t even practice?” Will asked

“She’s been running hot ever since I picked her up from softball practice where she was lying on the bench.” Jay said

“No, she was pale and sweaty and red in the face.” He replied

“Oh, damn she must be really sick. Go get a thermometer and take her temperature and tell me what it is.” Will said and Jay did just that. “Have you given her any medication?” He asked.

“No, not recently.” Jay said as he walked into this bathroom to retrieve one of many thermometers. “She had a dose of children's Tylenol when we got home and then at 8 PM.” Jay said as he grabbed it and then walked back into the bedroom. “Alright, I'm taking her temperature now.” He said and put it in your ear and you didn't move you were so sick you didn't even care.

“Has she thrown up any?” Will asked, already getting out of bed and getting ready to head over to the other Halstead household.

“No.” Jay said as the thermometer beeped. “102.2.” He read it out loud.

“It should've gone down with the children's Tylenol.” Will said, worrying about his one and only niece. “Let me hear her.” He said and Jay put the phone on speaker and put it next to you. You coughed and started to wheeze and Will sighed. “Let me grab some stuff from the hospital and I'll be right over.” Will said.

“Ok.” Jay said “We'll see you soon.” He said and then they both were hanging up the phone. Jay was worried and now Will was worried. He hated waking his brother up after he worked a 24-hr. shift but he didn't know what to do. Jay laid down next to you and shut his eyes.

30 minutes went by and he was jerking awake by a knock on the door and he was making sure you were breathing before he got up. He was surprised you didn’t wake up to the knock because you were such a light sleeper much like him. You coughed and were still wheezing and that broke his heart. He was quick to get to the door and open it to reveal his brother. “Hey, how is she?” Will asked as he walked in and Jay closed the door.

“Still wheezing and coughing.” He said as he led Will to his bedroom.

“Has she had anything to eat?” His brother asked and he nodded.

“Half a bowl of soup, 3 crackers, and half a milkshake.” Jay replied

“Normally she would eat everything. She has a fast metabolism.” Will said as they walked into the bedroom and you were in the middle of bed.

“That’s what I’m worried about. What did you have to get?” Jay asked

“I went and got a nebulizer with some medicine that will help with the wheezing and hopefully it’ll help with the cough as well.” He said

“What do we do about the coughing?” Jay asked as he stood arms crossed watching you and Will was looking at him.

“You need to be careful not to suppress a productive cough too much, unless it's keeping her from getting enough rest. Coughing can be useful, it can help clear the throat and airway of germs, mucus and dust. If it doesn't go away or comes with other symptoms like shortness of breath, mucus production or bloody phlegm then that could be the sign of a more serious medical problem and would need to be addressed.” Will said giving out medical information easily and keeping it to where Jay could understand it. Jay nodded glad to have a doctor for a brother.

“What should we do first?” Jay asked

“I wanna assess her and then go from there and that means unfortunately waking her up.” Will said and Jay said and nodded and went and sat down on the bed and began to wake you up. When you were awake and looked at him confused you then spotted Will and gave him a weak smile and he sadly smiled back at you. He could tell right away that you didn’t feel good. He approached you and sat on the other side of the bed. “Hey, Kiddo. I heard you weren’t feeling good.” He said in a sympathetic voice he used for his younger patients. You shook your head and cuddled into your father.

“Yea.” You said in a quiet voice and that wasn’t like you. You then coughed and coughed until you started gagging. Will was quick to grab the empty trash can by the nightstand and thrust it under just in time for you to expel everything in your stomach, which wasn’t much. Jay held your hair and rubbed your back.

“It’s ok, Baby Girl. Let it all out.” He said and once you were dry heaving you practically collapsed into your father exhausted. “That was new.” Jay said and Will sighed he hated seeing you in such a state, you were naturally a strong-willed girl much like your father and to see you dwindle down to nothing saddens him.

“I’m going to listen to you and take a couple of vitals. You don’t have to move from Jay, ok?” He asked

“Ok.” You said in a now hoarse voice. Having no energy you just sat there while Will checked you over, you actually started to fall asleep.

“Is she asleep?” Will asked and Jay looked down at you and your eyes were closed and head resting on his chest.

“She’s asleep.” Jay said, looking back up at his brother.

“She’s really is sick.” Will said and Jay nodded. “I want to get a dose of medicine from the nebulizer in her and I want her to be awake for that but if she falls asleep during it then it should be fine.” Will added and Jay nodded and once again he was waking you up and he felt so bad about it. When you were awake Will explained what the machine was and what it does and he could tell that you were listening but not fully there but enough to understand. He hooked the machine up and put the medicine in and then handed the piece to Jay who put it over your nose and mouth. At first you protested but when you started to feel better and not wheezing you embraced it and leaned into your father and started to fall asleep the brothers talked about whatever came to their mind mostly the recent Jayhawks game. Once the medicine was done, Jay, not having the heart to move you back to your room, tucked you into his bed and then the brothers were heading into the living room.

“How long do you think it’ll be before she gets better?” Jay asked

“I’m thinking and hoping in a couple days but it may take a week or two.” Will said and Jay sighed but nodded. Jay looked at his watch and saw that it was 5 AM. He looked up at his brother.

“I can either make us some coffee or we can try to get some sleep. Guest room is free.” Jay said

“I’m gonna get some sleep and I suggest you do the same.” Will said and Jay smiled.

“You’re the doctor, you know what is best.” Jay said a smile turning into a smirk and Will rolled his eyes but smiled. As they headed for the rooms Jay’s phone pinged and he looked at it. “Her school has been closed due to so many kids sick.” Jay said and Will nodded.

“That’s what needed to happen when all of this started.” Will said and Jay nodded in agreement. They walked into the rooms and Jay got into bed and somehow you sensed he was there because you were cuddling into him. He smiled and cuddled you kissing your head as he was doing so, he noticed that you weren’t wheezing anymore and the coughing had died down. Once he knew you were ok, he let himself relax and eyes closed and he actually fell asleep.

The next morning Jay was waking up and he was expecting you to be next to him but you weren’t and that made him confused until he heard the laughing coming from the kitchen and followed by your cough. He slowly got out of the bed and walked into the kitchen to find you and Will up to now good. “Good morning, Daddy.” You said in a hoarse voice when you spotted him and that made Will look over in his direction.

“Good morning.” Will greeted

“How are you feeling?” Jay asked and you shrugged. He could see your eyes were not as bright.

“Not great but not worse.” You said and coughed deeply and Jay was rushing over to you rubbing your back. After you were done you took a deep breath and nodded.

“You ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“I’m ok.” You said “We decided to make breakfast.” You said and he smiled and kissed your head.

“You’re actually trusting Uncle Will with the kitchen?” Jay joked

“Hey! I can cook.” Will defended

“No, that’s why I’m supervising.” You said throwing a signature Halstead smirk.

“Oh lord, good thing we have Firehouse 51 on speed dial.” Jay said and everyone laughed. The morning was filled with laughter and joking and eating and every now and then your coughs. By the afternoon you were in the middle of them passed out on the couch as they watched a random hockey game. By the end of the day Will had gone back home but he made Jay promise to keep him updated and he stuck to his promise. Throughout the next week you were getting stronger and light was coming back to your eyes. The coughing had subsided. Your school opened back up and Jay went back to work. You were actually able to get through a softball practice.

By week 3 you were back to normal. Your eyes were bright, you were eating like your normal self, and you were energized again. Everyone was currently at your softball game and of course you were winning. “She’s back to her normal self, I see.” Will said and Jay nodded.

“Yeah she is. I’m so glad about it too.” He replied

“She even had me worried.” Hailey said “I never have to worry about her, she is too much like her daddy that she doesn’t need to be worried about.” She added and everyone nodded in agreement. The crowd erupted in a cheer and they looked up in time for you to slide and steal home base to win the game. Everyone cheered and crowded around you. Once everyone cleared out and you grabbed your stuff you walked over to your dad, uncle, and Hailey.

“Great job, Kiddo!” Will said and brought you in for a tight hug.

“Thank you, Uncle Will.” You said and hugged him back.

“You did an amazing job, Baby Girl.” Jay said and hugged you after you got done with Will.

“You were amazing out there. I’m so glad you’re back to your normal self.” She said running a hand over her head and you smiled and looked up from your position from hugging your father and smiled at her.

“Thank you.” You said and then you snuggled into your father’s side and looked at Will. “Thank you for being Dr. Uncle Will.” You said and he smiled.

“Anytime, Kiddo. I hate seeing you so down.” He said

“We all do.” Jay said

You hated being sick and being down for so long. You hated not being up and doing something and you got that from your dad honestly. Hopefully you wouldn’t be getting that sick again but you never know what life would throw your way. Next time could be just a 24-hr. bug or it could put you in the hospital, you just never know.

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formosusiniquis · 3 months

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my @steddiesummerexchange gift fic for @oh-stars! I was so excited to work on this prompt: penpals through childhood until they both graduate -- road trip to meet one another in person. Epistolary fics are always a favorite of mine. oh-stars is such a brilliant writer and bright spot in the fandom, I was excited to be able to write a little something for her, I hope you like it!

October 13, 1976 Dear Eddie,

Mrs. Simpson says I’m supposed to thank you for volunteering to be my partner even though you’re a fifth grader. I don’t know why I should though since now I actually have to do this stupid pen pal project. I know she only paired me with an older kid cause she thinks I’m dumb. But thanks for the extra work I guess.

She said she wasn’t gonna read these before she sent them off, just that she was gonna make sure they were a page front and back like they were supposed to be. But I don’t really believe her. So I guess I should actually write this right.

Hi Eddie. My name is Steve Harrington. I’m 10 years old because I got put in Kindergarten late cause my parents were too busy in wherever my dad does his business stuff and my au pair -- that’s fancy for babysitter who lives in your house -- couldn’t do it. My birthday is in September, almost at the end (the 27th), so I guess that’s why it was okay. When’s your birthday (Mrs. Simpson says a friendly letter is supposed to ask questions.)

My favorite things are yellow and sports. I’m the best at red rover and kickball, Tommy says it's cause I’m the oldest and biggest in our class but he’s a sore loser and couldn’t even break through the girl side of the red rover line. Do you play games? Mrs. Simpson talks about your Hawkins like it’s on a different planet but you’re just in Kentucky. It’s right across the river. I’ve been there a couple times when Dad likes me and we’ll go watch Louisville play basketball. Basketball is my favorite sport but the only outside court is at the park and the big teenagers are always on it.

When you write back you can tell me what sports and games you like. Does your Dad ever bring you to Indiana to watch stuff? The Pacers only played okay last season and they lost to Kentucky in the playoffs. Is that who you root for?

Oh and I’m supposed to ask you about school since this is like homework. I kinda already did that at the beginning, remember. Do you like English or something? Is that why you asked for extra work? Or was your pen pal last year just a super dud?

That’s front and back now.

Sincerely (cause we aren’t friends), Steve Harrington

October 25, 1976 Dear Steve,

First of all I didn’t ask to have to write a letter to some fourth grader. I was told because I’m the only kid who didn’t do it last year that I had to be your partner. I do like English but extra work isn’t fun for anybody. I’ve never had a pen pal before so you’re the best and the worst one I’ve ever had. Are teachers allowed to call people dumb at your school? Mine just look at me like a really weird bug on the road or something.

Your teacher sounds like a real pain in the side, that’s what my Uncle Wayne would say. I think it’s cause he’s pretending he doesn’t know the word bitch. She talks about this Hawkins like it’s on another planet because it’s in the Appalachian Mountains and people think everyone here is stupid and marries their cousins.

Some of them are stupid but they would be like that anywhere it’s not because they live out here.

I’m actually from Lexington though so it isn’t even my Hawkins, but my Uncle Wayne lives here and he has to watch me for a little while.

You didn’t really ask me anything good about myself. I’m Eddie Munson, I’m going to be 11 when it’s my birthday this year (Halloween the coolest birthday cause everyone gives you candy). Red and black are my favorite colors. I don’t like any sports at all, they’re all stupid but everyone knows about basketball here, it's more important than church. Everywhere has games but when you get to fifth grade you learn which ones are for babies.

I like imagination games the best cause then I don’t have to worry about anyone else playing with me. There’s lots of woods here so I can go in them and hunt monsters or dragons or be an elf like in my favorite books.

Wayne’s looking over my shoulder and says I’m supposed to ask you a question. So what’s your favorite book? Do you like fantasy, that’s my favorite but the science fiction stuff with aliens is cool too.

I know you asked about my dad but since I live with Wayne I’m gonna use him instead. He hasn’t ever taken me to Indiana cause “his truck weren’t meant to leave these hills” whatever that means. He said he roots for The Colonels but he wishes your Pacers luck this season. What’s a Pacer anyway?

Do I have to ask you about school too? I don’t think this is homework for me more like extra credit. If you don’t like English what do you like? Don’t say recess or lunch those are cheating answers.

Not your friend either, Eddie Munson

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Eddie thinking he's a suave ladies' man as he tries to talk to you but realising he has no game whatsoever. You find it endearing.

Minors dni, Eddie being adorable and flustered, fluffy fic.

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

❤️

In his head, he thinks he's suave, charming and a ladies' man but in reality, he blushes and makes a doofus of himself in front of pretty girls.

Eddie has a major crush on you and he doesn't know what to do. He couldn't stop thinking about you.

He spends most of his time talking to Uncle Wayne or the guys, they are used to his chaotic energy and goofball shit.

Most girls ignore, roll their eyes at him or call him "freak"

The small few that do notice him, who have flirted back, who he's met at shitty dive bars don't stick around long.

You were talking to Chrissy, he opened his mouth to say hello but his voice came out all squeaky and made him curse himself out in his head.

So when he saw you for the first time he acted like he was confident, cool and shit but in reality he was a mess inside.

To him, you were beautiful, sweet and an angel on earth, some mythical type of elven princess from LOTR, a goddess.

Chrissy looked at him all sympathetic and introduced you to him while he called himself several names in his head.

He missed the shy smile you sent his way, the intrigued look as he skulked off in the opposite direction hoping to forget the disaster of a first meeting.

✨💕

After that Eddie attempted to show off while he was near your vicinity. Hoped you would notice him while he was strutting around like a peacock on the Hellfire lunch table and throwing his daily insult at Jason.

It might have worked in theory if he didn't notice you actually staring over at him one time and he froze, like a deer in headlights.

Kinda like this.

Then as he jumped off the table he managed to trip over his own feet, face plant on the floor and shoot back up like nothing had happened.

He really hoped you didn't notice that.

But you did, the Hellfire boys snickered in the background until he gave them one of his death glares and they shut up immediately.

He was so pathetic at this. In his mind, he was certain he was all cool and suave but in real life he was having no luck wooing you.

Rock stars wouldn't have this problem he told himself sullenly with a pout on his face.

A pout that you thought was cute as fuck, however Eddie didn't know that yet.

❤️

After a little while Eddie was ready to give up, he tried speaking to you but got all tongue-tied and overacted to show that he wasn't sweating his ass off while you looked at him with your pretty eyes.

He was forced to realise he didn't have much game as he thought he did and was considering asking Steve for help. The chicks all loved him right?

Stupid, stupid son of a bitch he berated himself as he stomped to away from his usual spot in the woods still sulking.

With minutes to spare until he had to get to class, he grudgingly gets up.

Just one week left until he graduated this hellhole he consoles himself.

His army crawling to a D in Miss O'Donnell's class finally paid off.

Then you walked up to him as he got to the school entrance and he felt his heart stutter in his chest.

"Hi, Eddie" you murmur and you sound like you are nervous, shy too just like how he feels.

Why were you nervous? Did your friends tell you he was mean and scary or something?

"Hi, uh sweetheart" Yeah, nice going doofus he scolds himself.

"I was wondering if you had a date for prom?" he blinks, once, twice, then shakes his head.

He planned on avoiding prom like the plague, conformist bullshit he told himself. Though if he was honest he would have sucked it up and gone for you. If you wanted.

Not that you would ever ask but he would.

"Nah, not my thing sweetheart" is it his imagination or did you look disappointed? You had guys ask you for weeks but you turned them down much to the relief Eddie felt when he saw it happen.

"Oh, okay. I just thought if it was your type of thing then maybe we could have gone together but it's not so uh cool" You look up at him through your lashes and he thinks his brain short circuits.

...

You, the most beautiful girl he had ever met in his life wanted to go with him.

"Why would you want to go with me?" he asks stunned because hasn't he been making an ass of himself for weeks and weeks now? Months even.

"Because you're cute, endearing, actually to me you're super fucking hot and I struggle to know what to say around you"

Did he end up getting to class after all and he was daydreaming? No... no this was very real and he shrugged off the nerves he was feeling and grinned.

"Milady, I would love to go to prom with you" The look on your face, the joy makes his heart ping in delight.

"Great, I really like you, Eddie" You move closer to him and before he knows it he's kissing you and you're kissing him back and everything is fucking incredible.

❤️

The rest of Hellfire was stunned as you joined their table and settled on Eddie's knee while kissing his cheek.

He heard Jason's shout of shock and lazily flipped him the bird, he was too into his girl to notice.

His, you were his. He couldn't believe it.

"Dude, how??" Lucas asked him stunned, mirroring Dustin and Mike's look, he winked at his sheeples and shrugged.

"Couldn't resist the Eddie Munson game could you princess?" you giggle and press a kiss to his lips and he basks in the glow of your beaming smile and that gorgeous giggle.

Eddie felt like a rockstar, 86 was his year, just like he suspected.

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It Takes Time || Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Summary: Request - Maybe where you're Iceman's daughter and assisting Maverick with teaching the daggers and everyone's respecting you. But due to everything in him telling him to not do it, Bradley Bradshaw falls for you and you resist him... Read Rest Here

A/N: 3 x 1 – the three times you and Bradley nearly cross the line and the one time you do. Changed up the request a bit, hopefully you don’t hate it. I love a good comfort, especially when its Bradley Bradshaw.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Y/N

Word Count: 4.5k +

One – The Meeting

“And your teachers for this mission, Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, and Captain Y/N “Sunny” Kazansky.” Cyclone introduced the two of you. Your father had called in a favor and got you stationed back at Top Gun out to help your fathers longtime friend out. Mav was like an uncle to you at this point. With your recent promotion to Captain, it was time to test the waters out as a more senior leader anyway.

You heard the murmurs. You were sure they were all curious as to who the two of you were. They all likely knew about Mav. You’d flown under the radar as much as possible. Your eyes darted around the room until they landed, and stayed, on the handsome looking brown curly haired pilot with doe eyes who was staring right at you. You subtly looked back at Maverick careful not to look back at the unashamed pilot. He, however, couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He’d heard about you. Just as ruthless as your father in the sky but as sweet as could be on the ground, hence your callsign Sunny. You’d all but managed to draw his attention away from Maverick, the man he swore he would hate for as long as he lived.

What Bradley wasn’t expecting was your sheer beauty as you stood next to Mav. You’d moved up through the Naval rankings quickly and everybody talked about that, but nobody had mentioned just how fucking pretty you were. Sure, he’d seen pictures, but you’d always been covered by a helmet or bandana. Now that you were standing him front of him he was at a loss from words. He had a hard time drawing his gaze away from you even as Mav called on him. He gulped knowing he was in grave trouble.

“Captain Kazansky, how’s your father doing?” The blonde pilot sitting towards the front asked before Maverick could get into the spiel he had planned. You cocked your eyes towards the pretty boy. Why was he asking? Did he know your fathers cancer was back and more bitter than ever? Or was the pilot simply just trying to make a name for himself? You knew who he was, but you didn’t know how he acted. That was the only problem with learning about a person through a sheet of paper.

“He’s wonderful. Thanks for asking Lieutenant.” You didn’t give him a smile nor a frown, emotionless. You studied him as he studied you. You saw Mav give you the side eye, a break in your voice indicating that was anything but the truth. Mav decided he wouldn’t push you right now, not when you looked like you were going to break down. Only he could know that though. He’s known you your entire life. He knew your tells. You’d never flown with the pilots in front of you. They were none the wiser to the giveaways. But Mav knew. Admiral Kazansky was not alright. Maybe, just maybe, that’s why he was here.

Mav cleared his throat letting the class know he meant business now. He started his speech with the overdramatic manual throwing. You told him he was being over the top. He clearly disagreed and went with you. He got the reaction from the class that he wanted with that stupid little Maverick smirk spread across his face. While you were watching Mav and thinking of the blonde boy and his angle Bradley had kept his eyes trained on you. He couldn’t get enough of you. Not even with Maverick standing right there next to you. He didn’t seem to matter.

When Mav dismissed the class you hung back waiting for the room to clear. You were doing the coaching and teaching from the ground today while Mav taught in the air. Not paying much attention as you put the chairs back in line you hadn’t noticed Bradley hanging back with you. He wasn’t selected in the first group to go flying so what’d he have to lose? He had time to change and get ready.

“You’re the admiral’s daughter?” He spoke breaking your concentration. He shied away seeing you jump out of your skin.

Spinning around on your heel, you weren’t aware you had an audience, “One of them, yes.” You nodded eyeing him over. Bradley Bradshaw. You knew everybody in the class already. You knew his dad flew with Maverick. You knew he and Mav were in rocky waters right now after Mav pulled his papers all those years ago. You knew so much about him, but he knew nothing of you. It almost felt like you were cheating a bit.

He gave you a curt nod, “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Your eyebrow raised at that one, studying him, he’d heard a lot about you huh? You could’ve said the same, for much different reasons. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to have a clue though.

He continued on seeing as your curiosity didn’t falter, “People talk. A lot. Especially about the admirals daughter who is actually good. Almost as infamous as Maverick.” His tone of voice changed to one of a bitter man once he referred to his long-lost father figure he’d grown to love throughout the years.

“I’m taking that as a compliment, Bradshaw.” You smiled taking a step towards the much taller man. His picture really didn’t do him justice. While the blonde pilot was pretty, Bradley was strikingly handsome. Exactly your type. You swore off pilots long ago though, you knew who they were through and through. You were one of them. You knew exactly how they thought. How the job came first, the job always came first.

Enjoying his surprised reaction, you simply waited for a reply. He seemed a little tongue tied as you eyed him. You didn’t notice his stuttering as you were taking him in, all of him.

He nodded his head rapidly once your eyes landed back on his, “You should Sunny.”

Two – The Time You Knew You Liked Him

“Whatcha reading there Sunshine?” Bradley’s voice made your eyes tear away from the page quickly. It was your usual lunchtime ritual. Get your stuff and head outside for an hour to eat and read. The only time you could get away from the chaos of the day.

Closing the book you handed it to him, “Pride and Prejudice?” He asked turning the worn-down book in his hand.

You hummed, “My favorite.”

He sat down next to you on the picnic bench you were sitting at, “Why’s that?” He asked genuinely. You were opening up to him and he’d take anything. He wanted to know anything and everything about you. The more he knew the deeper he fell. It was inevitable really.

You thought for a moment before answering, “Because love is messy, fucked up and not always up to just the one you love. It dives into so many different messed up scenarios and navigates through them flawlessly. Lizzie is just, she’s the perfect narrator for her own story.”

He looked awestruck at your answer. He knew you were smart, but you were eons ahead of him. No wonder you’d risen to Captain so quickly. It just made sense. You were truly the whole package. Smart, beautiful, funnier than he could’ve ever thought. He liked you a whole lot and he was on a mission to make you like him just the same.

“Have you read it before?” You asked all too curiously.

He shook his head looking at it, “No, mind if I borrow it after your done?” He didn’t miss a beat. If it was your favorite he was sure as hell going to go stop by the bookstore and pick up a copy on his way home. He’d read the whole damn thing tonight if it meant he’d see that smile tomorrow when he talked about it with you. He was smitten. And he was completely fine with it. You’d managed to do it without even trying too. He knew it was over for him.

Beaming up to him you simply nodded, “Take it. It’s yours to borrow. Treat her well though. I’ve had that copy since college.”

He held it down to his abdomen tightly, “Consider her protected, at all costs.”

You grinned playing along with him, “I expect nothing less B.”

“B?” He cocked his head towards you. He had to admit it sounded damn good rolling off your tongue.

“Yeah, for Bradley. Get it?” You smirked this time playing along with him.

He shook his head while pinching your hip. A small yelp and a shiver of goosebumps erupted from his touch. Damn. Your body was reacting to him now? It might have as well been over for you too.

“Yes Sunny. I get it.” He leaned over whispering in your ear, “And I love the way it sounds coming from you.”

“Fuck off Bradshaw.” You pushed him off biting your lip to stop the smile that was forming.

“Yes Captain.” He just knew how to get right on under your skin didn’t he?

“You’re so annoying.” You laughed loving the time you got to spend with him. He made it so damn easy.

You made it easy for him too, “You love it though.”

“Maybe, just maybe, I do.”

Three – The Moment You Fell In Love With Him

The Lieutenants had just finished up Mavericks bastardized game of football on the beach. You opted on watching from the sidelines, far too much testosterone on the beach for your liking. You couldn’t help but to have your eyes drawn to Bradley’s chiseled frame. God, he was fucking hot, and he knew it. The way he walked around all cocky had you feeling some type of way. Who would’ve thought you’d have a thing for a guy with a cute ass mustache anyway?

“You should really look at somebody else if you didn’t want to make it too obvious Y/N.” Penny smirked walking right on up to you.

A light blush was surely rising on your cheeks, “What are you talking about Penny?” Pursing your lips, you turned your eyes away from his perfectly sweaty body that was literally glistening in the setting sun. Fuck, you were toast.

Her smile was one of a woman who knew more than she was letting on, “Bradley Bradshaw is what I’m talking about Kazansky.” Her cool smirk let you know she knew exactly how you were feeling.

“Am I making it that obvious?” Knowing you weren’t going to be able to talk yourself out of this one you just leaned into it.

She shrugged, “You’ve been eyeing him like a candy bar for the last twenty or so minutes.”

“Can you blame me?” You bit your lip in sheer frustration. Why him? Why a pilot? Why did he have to hate Pete? Why’d it have to be so damn complicated.

A soft laugh came from your longtime family friend. Growing up in San Diego meant that you’d spent your fair share of time with Penny and Amelia. You’d babysat Amelia while you were in high school and she was just a baby.

“He’s not the one I’m looking at.” Wiggling her eyebrows she laughed once more seeing your disgusted face.

“Please don’t talk about Pete like that to me.” A fake gagging noise came from your mouth at the thought

Her laughter continued drawing the attention of Bradley. He grinned seeing you and Penny on the sidelines having your own type of fun. He’d tried relentlessly to get you to join the game, but you were adamant about sitting this one out. Getting trucked by a bunch of six-foot men just didn’t sound super ideal to you.

When you looked back over to him you caught his eyes on you. You flashed him a bright smile while giving him a nervous wave. You’d caught him but he wasn’t looking away, no. No, he was looking right into your damn soul with those eyes. Even from that distance away. You were thankful the sun was out, and you could just blame the blush on the sun.

When Mav blew the final whistle Penny said her goodbyes before finding her boyfriend. Shaking your head and turning away you weren’t expecting Bradley to be right behind you, but here he was. Certainly not shy.

“Bradley,” You laughed off your nerves, “You played well out there.”

He smirked loving the fact that you were watching him, “You think?” He was fishing and he knew it. He loved it when he could break you out of your tiny little shell. He knew he made you nervous, in a good way of course, and he had to figure out how to lean into it. Keep that feeling but calm those nerves just a bit.

Rolling your eyes you shoved his arm playfully, “Yes Bradley. You played great.”

“Thanks honey.” He winked knowing that’d surely throw you for a loop. When your eyebrows raised in sheer confusion he only smiled harder wanting so desperately to grab for a hand but there were far too many prying eyes for that.

“Honey?”

He nodded, “Would you prefer pretty? Darling? My dove?” His smile only grew in size when he saw your scowl.

“Shut up Bradley.” You knew he was messing with you. He always did.

But something was different this time. His tone of voice? The way he looked at you when he spoke? “I’m not kidding Sunny. I won’t call you that if you don’t want me too though.” So Bradley, leaving the choice up to you. Always making sure you were

You spoke far too quickly in response, “I didn’t say that.” It was like word vomit coming out of your mouth.

It made Bradley far too happy, “Alright darling.” He leaned down closer to you making sure nobody was here, “If we were alone right now I’d ask to kiss you. But since we aren’t we’re just going to have to save that for later, yeah?” He was all too sure of himself now. Especially when he saw the way your mouth dropped a little and eyes shot right to him with nothing but lust in them. He’d done it. He’d won you over.

Before you could answer though a much different voice interrupted your conversation, “Hey mister.” A small hand pulled on Bradley’s much larger one. Both of you looked down at the much smaller child.

“Hey kid.” He smiled warmly to the young boy. So easily he shifted his focus away from the heated exchange and to the boy.

“Uhm, can you play with us?” Your heart about melted right then and there. The soft little doe eyes from the small boy got you. The kid motioned to the football in Bradley’s hand afraid he might say no.

You weren’t sure what he was about to say. You wouldn’t blame him if he found some excuse because he was tried, hungry and wanted to cuddle up on the couch with you. But that wasn’t him, no. That wasn’t Bradley at all.

“You betcha.” He smiled down to him, “Go long.” He waited for the kid to sprint off before throwing the ball down the beach towards him.

“Have fun.” You giggled to yourself seeing the happiness in Bradley’s eyes.

“You know it pretty. Wait up for me, yeah? I can drive you home. Go get yourself a beer. I’ll buy it for you.”

You nodded quickly at his suggestion, “You know where I’ll be Bradshaw.” You smiled waving him off as you walked towards The Hard Deck. Oh boy, Penny and Pete were about to have a field day with this one. You were a goner that was for sure. Turning around and watching him run around with a bunch of eight years old’s made your heart swell ten times. Goner for sure.

Four – The Morning Mav Knew There Was Something More

You weren’t really ready to come back. But you had to. Your bereavement time was up and you didn’t have any vacation to spare. Your father was gone, and you had to accept it. The world continued spinning and so did your life. It didn’t make it any easier though. You’d gotten to work and just sat in the room waiting for the class to trickle in. You were there hours early. Sleep was hard to come by these days for you. It’d only been two weeks since he passed. Two weeks on this earth without your dad. It felt far too fucking lonely without him here.

The mission was only a few days away now. You were back in time to see this through. You weren’t ready though. Not in the slightest. You didn’t know how long you were sitting there staring at the white board in front of you before hearing the door open and close.

Not turning towards the sound only looking forward you were surprised hearing Bradley’s voice, “There you are.” Your head snapped up seeing his exasperated gaze, “You weren’t answering your texts or calls. I got worried so I went over to your place. Didn’t see your car so I came here. Had me scared shitless Y/N.” He was frowning as he slipped into the chair next to you.

“I’m sorry Bradley.” You looked down and away from Bradley feeling all too uncomfortable with his upset gaze on you.

He shook his head afraid he upset you, “Are you alright?” He brushed his fingers under your chin turning your head towards him. His lips pursed when he saw the trail of tears falling down your face. Clearly, you weren’t alright.

Despite all that you still nodded your head, “I’m okay.”

His frown only made the tears continue to spill, “Honey.” And that was all it took for the waterworks to commence. Full on sobs racked throughout your body as you let yourself finally breakdown in his arms. He pulled you onto his lap, annoyed by the small seats. Cradling you close he just let you cry it out. He, of all people, knew exactly how this felt. How suddenly empty you felt. Even if you had all the time in the world to prepare. You’d never hear his voice again. See his face. He was all but memories now, fading at that.

Bradley watched the door making sure nobody saw you in such a fragile state. Not here. He cradled you in his arms while whispering sweet nothings in your ears trying to ground you back to the present. It was hard. Impossible. You’d only lost him two weeks ago and here you were, back to work. Bradley couldn’t imagine that.

“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled once the tears stopped flowing and you’d successfully soaked through his uniform. Not bearing to look at him you kept you head buried in his chest.

“There’s nothing to apologize for pretty.” He kept cradling you, so long as you wanted it. So long as you needed it. So long as you clung to him so desperately.

You took long deep breaths not in the mood to argue with him. Bradley just watched as you calmed yourself down. Clearly embarrassed by the outburst. He knew it was the first of many. You’d have good days, and you’d have days far worse than this. He knew. He was ready to be there for you.

As shitty as you were feeling the cute little terms of endearment he used to calm you down did make your heart sputter as your finally processed his words, “Thank you Bradley.” Mumbling into his chest you couldn’t bear to break the embrace he had you in. It felt too damn good with him holding you like you were the most precious treasure in the world.

His hand brushed down your hair and back in a steady rhythm, “Anytime. Any day. Any minute. Any second.” He leaned down giving your forehead a light kiss. The shiver that ripped down your body might have been a dead giveaway at how you felt when he did so. That’s as far as he’d go though. He couldn’t push you now. Not when you were grieving and broken. He knew he needed to step up and be your comfort now. Hold you when you needed. Let you cry it out even at the weirdest hours of the day. Grief was a bitch, and he had a front row ticket to it. His life seemed like nothing but grief. He knew how to handle it.

Bradley was so focused on you. And you were so focused on hiding from his gaze that neither hadn’t heard the door open and shut. Pete walked in silently, as he always did, not expecting to see the scene before him. Bradley gently rubbing your back as your body was curled into him. It didn’t surprise him per say. He’d noticed the two of you had gotten closer over the last few weeks. Pete paused thinking of what he should do. He could walk out but that risked somebody else catching the two of you. Relationships weren’t forbidden they were just… highly frowned upon. And Ice would be awfully mad at Mav if he let his daughter get in trouble for something so stupid. Especially when you clearly needed it. More now than ever.

Pete did all he could think to do, he coughed. He watched at you shot up from Bradley quickly backing away from him. Pete’s heart could’ve broken right then and there seeing your tear-stained cheeks and disheveled hair. You looked broken.

“I’m so sorry sir. I just…” You gulped rubbing the haziness out of your eyes. You didn’t have an excuse. Bradley was just looking at you with sorrow in his eyes. Pete looked at you with pity.

“Why don’t you take the day Captain?” Pete suggested instead of acknowledging your apology.

You shook you head, “I can’t, I don’t have the time.”

Pete walked over handing you your coat off the top of the desk it was resting on, “I’ll cover. Go. You too Lieutenant.” Pete looked at Bradley giving him a curt nod letting him know it was fine. Mav knew you needed Bradley.

He looked a little shocked but stood from his seat, “Mav, are you sure?”

He nodded, “Take care of her.” He nearly whispered as he walked away from the pair. He walked right on out of the room giving you the space you needed. You could’ve broken down right then and there again had Bradley not pulled you from your thoughts. You felt all the love from your pseudo uncle, so thankful he was in your life.

Bradley pulled you towards the door gently, “You wanna change or just go home?” Bradley asked softly careful not to startle you.

“Home.” You looked up to him afraid you’d run into Phoenix or Halo in the locker room. They’d never judge you. It was just easier to avoid it altogether though.

Giving your hand a squeeze, he smiled right at you, “Let’s go home then honey. We can watch some trashy reality television and order some disgustingly greasy food if you want.”

For the first time in a long time a small smile came to your face, “That sounds perfect B.” He smiled even brighter at that. He adored it when you’d used that nickname on him. If he were honest he’d fallen in love with everything about you. Your laugh. Your smile. Your personality above all else. You were truly like nobody he’d ever met before. He’d be damned to let that slip away from him, not without a fight.

“Follow me out. I’ll drive us home.” You nodded doing as he said. Keeping your face hidden until you got to his truck. The ride home was silent. Bradley talked occasionally breaking you from whatever fucked up thoughts were coursing through your even more messed up brain. It was driving you crazy how much of prisoner you felt your very own brain. You wanted to be happy, to smile but it just wasn’t coming. Not until you fully accepted his death. Your dad wasn’t coming home. Never again. That was a hard cross to bear.

You cuddled up to him on the couch once you got back to your place and the two of you changed. Bradley promised to stay for as long as you’d have him. Joke’s on him though, you’ll never kick him out.

“Can I ask you something?” You questioned him once the two of you had settled on Vanderpump Rules and some pizza. Your favorite comfort food.

“Anything.” Once again he brushed your hair with his hands knowing it calmed you instantly.

“How’d you do it? Losing your mom? Your dad?” You’d asked the question you’d been so afraid to ask before. But y

“Time.” He answered you truthfully, “It takes time.”

You sighed knowing that was likely the answer he was going to give you but not the one you’d wanted to hear, “I was afraid you’d say that.” Your voice wobbled, on the brink of another fresh set of tears.

Bradley pulled you closer, “But I’m here. I’ll be here through everything. The ups, the downs, the bumps. It all. You have me. You have your siblings, your mom. You have people here for you pretty.” He kissed your forehead once more.

You felt a few tears fall at that. Looking up to him you had to ask, “Why? Why are you being so kind to me?”

Shaking his head, he used the pads of his fingertips to wipe the fresh tears away, “I like you. A whole lot more than I really should.” He admitted, laying it all out there for you, “You’re Incredible Sunny. The most incredible woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. I’m here for you. If you’ll have me.”

Ever the gentleman he was. Always leaving it up to you, “You like me?”

He laughed, throwing his head back in amusement, “I think I’ve been rather obvious Kazansky. But yes. I like you. A lot.” He didn’t want to throw the L word out just yet. That was far too soon. But he knew he loved you. He loved every single inch of you. He knew he’d love you for a long, long time to come to. He’d truly, never felt so sure

“Oh,” You grinned feeling the tears dry up, “Then please stay. Stay for a long time.”

He brushed the stray strands of hair out of your face, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like you too. A lot.” Squeezing his hip with your hand you hid your face in his chest feeling all too exposed at that admission of your feelings. It never came easy.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Y/N Kazansky, you just made me the happiest guy in the world.”

“Yeah?” You peaked up at him with a grin on your face. Red face of exposure be damned.

“Oh yeah baby.” He cradled you close feeling every joyful emotion course through him. He got you. He fucking got you. He wasn’t going to let this one slip. No. It may take some time to figure it out but that’s what life was about. Time.

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If you are still taking questions, could I ask about Uryuu? Or Mizuiro, I have always loved him and wanted to see more of him.

The day after The Stabbing Incident in which Ichigo's Shinigami Powers were activated, Lunchtime:

"Rukia!" Ichigo called from the door. "We got a club meeting!"

"What? Oh, right!" She giggled, all bubbly persona, which immediately vanished in the hall "-You signed me up for a club? Ichigo, you know I don't have time for extracurriculars!"

"Calm down, this one doesn't assign homework. We just meet on the roof for lunch." He explained, marching resolutely against the stream of traffic in the hall.

"Oh? Up to something illicit are you?" Rukia teased, ducking behind him to avoid being swept away.

"Nah, we just meet on the roof so Kon can join us." Ichigo shrugged kicking open the door to the roof.

" 'SUP NERDS!" Ichigo bellowed affectionately at the gaggle of teenagers already assembled on the roof. "Okay Rukia, this is the "I Can See Ghosts And It fucking Sucks Club", guys, this is Rukia."

"Hi miss Rukia!" Waved a readheaded girt that puberty had hit like a truck.

"-Rukia is a shinigami like the freak that used to live in my dad's attic, and last night one of those bigass monster ghosts attacked my fuckin' house and Rukia kinda accidentally-on-purpose stabbed me and now I got fuckin' shinigami powers, which is mostly being able to ditch my body and summon a bigass sword to kill the monster ghosts with."

Those assembled stared at him in silence.

There was a rattle and Kon appeared at the top of the chain-link fence around the roof. "You know Ichigo, I think I know why your Literature class grades suck." the cat sighed. "Rukia got injured and used her magic sword to transfer her powers to Ichigo to fight off the hollow, and accidentally gave him too much and now she's stuck here until the Shinigami skills bleed back out of Ichigo."

"Ohhhhh..." the group nodded.

"-By stabbing me." Added Ichigo. "I feel like the stabbing part is being lowballed here."

"Welp. time to reset the counter." Sighed a lightly disheveled young man with brown hair, and the youthful looking lad with black hair beside him opened his laptop, typed for a few seconds and then turned the screen to show the group a digital counter that read

DAYS SINCE OUR LAST SUPERNATURAL NONSENSE AND/OR GRIEVOUS BODILY INJURY: 0

Previous streak: 17.324 Days.

"Thanks. Very helpful." Sighed Ichigo. "Tweedle Dee and tweedle Dumbass here are Mizurio and Keigo."

Ichigo pointed to the brunette. "Keigo here comes from a long-ass line of psychics and has been documenting every instance of supernatural activity in Karkura town going back to the middle ages since he was like. Ten? Don't let the fact that he's deliberately failing out of school fool you, he's probably the world's most brilliant moron."

"Iiiiiichigoooo, why you gotta make me sound like a loser in front of the actual-factual ghost girl?" Keigo whined.

"I'll stop making you sound like a loser when you stop being a loser." Ichigo huffed, and pointed to the black-haired youth beside him. "Babyface McGee here is Mizurio, he's our other technology geek, and he can cast Summon Gun."

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Rukia!" Mizurio said, extending his hand politely. "If you need some armament against the- what did you say they were called? Hollows? - I can provide you with something. First one's on the house, as my Uncle says."

"Oh!" Laughed Rukia. "By 'summon gun' you mean you have a way of purchasing weapons! I thought for a second you had the magical ability to spontaneously manifest guns or something ridiculous like that!"

The group collectively grimaced at her, except for the silent Giant, who was too busy snuggling Kon.

"Have you ever fired a weapon like a handgun Miss Rukia?" Mizurio asked holding his hand up beside his head, as though holding up an invisible object.

"Uh." Said Rukia, staring at his hand. ""...No."

"In that case I'm going to reccomend a Glock-17 lightweight pistol-" Mizurio nodded, and a small, bright blue light ignited in his palm, swirling and drawing Reishi into it, forming a physical object.

"-it's very reliable and easy to sight accurately, and doesn't have much of a kickback so I'm confident you'll only need a little practice to be able to handle it reliably!" He smiled cheerfully as the object finished manifesting in his hand, and he easily unloaded it with a practiced motion, set the saftey out of habit and offered it to Rukia to inspect.

"UH." Said Rukia, recoiling from the weapon with alarm.

"Oh don't worry!" Mizurio chirped. "Any gun that I make- And I make them, not summon them- has infinite ammo once the clip is loaded, and it's perfectly effective against hollows! You'll be perfectly fine using it!"

"I- You- I mean-" Rukia sputtered, staring wide-eyed at the gun. "-Did you. Learn? to do this?"

"Hm-..." Mizurio frowned at the gun. "Well, I've gotten better at it over time, but it's not like anyone taught me, if that's what you mean."

"Uh-huh." Rukia nodded, teeth bared in an attempt at a smile that completely failed. "You. Uh. You got any German ancestry?"

"Oh, I wouldn't know!" Mizurio laughed. "I don't actually know who my father is, and I strongly suspect he doesn't know his father either! Why?"

"...Mizurio, I think you're a Quincy."

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Downstairs in the lunchtime meeting of the Karkura High School Crafts Club, Uryuu Ishida sneezed in the middle of a demonstration of different stitch types, and knocked over a large bottle of glitter, coating the entire room.

"...That's a bad omen if I ever saw one." Muttered one of the girls, sparkling.

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"What's a Quincy?" Mizurio asked.

"It's a- Okay, before I start an explanation, is there anyone else here with weird supernatural powers?" Rukia asked.

There was a whirl of energy behind her and she turned to see the Silent Giant that had been cradling Kon had manifested a strange, sleek armor over his right arm. Kon was still cradled like a very spoiled infant in his left arm, purring.

"Hi. I'm Sado Yasutora, but I go by Chad." he spoke, voice barely above a mumble as he cautiously peeked up at Rukia through his bangs. "This is my punchin' arm."

"...Great." Whimpered Rukia.

#AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #Bleach #bleach fanfic #ishida uryuu #ichigo kurosaki #Mizurio Kojima #Keigo Asano #chad yasutora #Making Mizurio the most found-in-a-taco-bell-dumpster Quincy ever is so fun

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Ron was in the elementary school when he first met Tom. The teacher introduced him as the new kid joining their class, asking everyone to welcome him with open arms. Ron looked at the name written on the board and just couldn’t help himself.

“Woah! You have a long last name!”

Tom didn’t respond, just kind of stared back until the teacher ushered him to an empty desk.

Tom was a quiet kid, kept to himself and never really spoke unless it was to answer the teacher’s question. He never really had any friends, mostly just read big books with small letters that made Ron’s head spin.

Jack took Ron’s spot at the lunch table one day so he decided to take a seat across from Tom. Ron thought Tom’s lunch box was cool and told him so. The boy’s eyes lit up and informed him it was a F-5 Freedom Fighter, saying that it wasn’t anatomically correct as its fuselage was far too long, whatever that meant, so Ron just smiled and agreed. They already had a Tom in their class and that’s when Ron decided to call him Tommy.

Ron always sat with Tommy at lunch from that day. They quickly became inseparable, doing everything together. Tom was crazy smart and knew everything about everything, especially planes, but he never really made Ron feel dumb when he helped with a long word or a difficult problem. They kept each other company, Tommy didn’t exactly have any other friends since moving and Ron didn’t have a need for any other friends. Tommy was his best friend, even when he talked about airplanes a lot Ron didn’t mind; he decided they were pretty cool too.

One day Tommy exclaimed declared that he was going to be a pilot in the Air Force when he was older, taking down bad guys and protecting the country. Ron was impressed as he didn’t even know if he was going to pick pizza or lasagna at lunch that day. Monday rolled around and Tommy showed up to school with a black eye and a new tune.

“I’m not going into the Air Force anymore,” he had informed Ron.

“Why?”

Tom shrugged. “I’m just not.”

Ron had a feeling he knew why. Tommy would show up with bruises once in a while, said it was from falling out of his bed or climbing a tree, and this time he was hit in the fact playing baseball. But Ron was confused because Tommy never fell out of the bed at their sleepovers and Ron was confident he was the best tree climber like ever. But Tom said he was okay and that’s all that mattered.

But Tom’s dad? That guy was scary. Ron had only met him a couple of times but when he did he wanted nothing more than to run away. Tommy was terrified. The look on his face when keys jingled in the lock was one Ron would never forget. They’d abandon their game and run to Tom’s room, a book shoved into Ron’s hands. They’d sit on the floor and read until the man paused in front of the doorway, nodding in approval at the two boys, and then proceeding down the hall out of sight.

Thankfully his father was away on trips a lot so Tom’s mom let him spend the night at Ron’s house sometimes! Tommy would always tell Ron that his mom was super cool and Ron would agree, his mom was the coolest. At one of these sleepovers Mrs.Kerner asked Tom what he wanted to be when he grew up, but Tom got quiet.

“He wants to be a pilot!” Ron exclaimed, but Tom shook his head.

“I’ve got to join the Navy, like him.” Like his dad, he meant.

“Well why don’t you be a pilot for the Navy?” Ron’s mom asked, setting a plate of apple slices and peanut butter on the table.

“But he said the Navy doesn’t need pilots.” Tom took an apple slice.

“Sure they do! Someone’s gotta protect those boats. You know, Ronnie, your great uncle was a pilot for the Navy in World War II.” Tom’s eyes snapped wide open, staring in awe at Ron.

“I can be a pilot and be in the Navy!”

“What about you, Ron?” His mom asked. “What are you going to be?”

“A pilot for the Navy. Then we could fly together!” he nodded firmly and his mom laughed. And he’d swear he’d never seen Tom smile that bright.

The happiness was short lived as about a month later Tom informed Ron that his family was moving again. He’d never seen Tom look so devastated.

Years went by and Ron moved on, as children do. When he hit senior year of high school it came time to decide what he wanted to do with his life, but he was stumped. He confided in his mom such thoughts one night while she was doing the dishes and she smiled warmly. That’s when she informed him of his longtime desire of becoming a Naval pilot when he was young, reigniting the memories of his best friend, Tom. “Two peas in a pod you boys were” she had said. Something clicked and he had made his decision, applying to the Naval Academy and getting accepted, much to his surprise. He hugged his mother, gave a tearful goodbye with the promise to call, and watched her leave.

“Excuse me.”

Ron turned around, a man stood in the doorway of the dorm across from his.

“F-14 Tomcat or F-16 Fighting Falcon?”

“Huh?”

“In a dogfight, who would win? The F-14 Tomcat or F-16 Fighting Falcon?”

“Leave him alone, Bill,” a voice from inside the room shouted across the hall. “We don’t even know what it’s capable of.”

Bill scoffed as he rolled his eyes but there was a smile on his face. He turned back to Ron and stuck out his hand. “Name’s Bill Cortell. And that a**hole is my roommate, Tom.”

“Ron Kerner.” They shook hands.

“So where are you from, Ron?” But before Ron could respond Bill’s roommate emerged from the room, leaning agains the doorframe.

“San Diego, California. Sunset Park Elementary School.” Ron just nodded, confused as fuck.

“Tom. Tom Kazansky.”

As they shook hands, Ron couldn’t help his grin.

“You have a long ass last name.”

The blonde merely raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

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A Slice in the Life of the Boyfriend of the Daughter of the most eccentric Billionaire's Family of the northern Hemisphere (or The Day Felix arrived late, met his Girlfriend's Brothers and didn't get to drink his Tea)

Summary: Meeting your girlfriend's family is never exactly easy.

AO3 | Masterlist

Meeting your girlfriend's family is never exactly easy. But if your girlfriend is the long lost and only recently found daughter of the probably most eccentric billionaire in the northern hemisphere and has a gaggle of siblings who sounded absolutely crazy from the things she mentioned casually alone, meeting the family wasn’t just an awkward event. Felix felt like an emissary of an ancient kingdom being sent into enemy territory to propose an alliance which would ask the enemy kingdom to give up their most-beloved treasure.

But being a Graham de Vanily meant not to be intimidated by anyone. Not by his uncle in his disturbing villain costume, not by a crime-ridden city and it’s just as crazed rogues and vigilantes, not even by Marinette’s temper. She rarely lost it, but if she did, he really didn’t want to be in her way. She was just as creative with torture as she was with her designing and if he was really honest with himself, he was absolutely intimidated by her, even if he wouldn’t ever admit it.

He felt this shouldn’t count. She was Ladybug! Freaking everyone was intimidated by Ladybug! At least everyone who saw that one video in which she verbally took apart the Justice League for getting involved without coordinating with the heroes of Paris and almost costing them everything. They were lucky Red Robin and his team warned them and helped them with a plan to counter the adult heroes. He would never forget the way Nightwing looked like a plucked chicken after she was done with them.

At least something good came out of this: With the Titans they gained allies with a serious disregard for boundaries and they were able to learn that his uncle was the weirdo whose hobby it was to possess teenagers and meddle in their petty teenage dramas. Well, he was glad. Had he chosen competent people the heroes would have had a harder time defeating him. Felix wished he could say he was as surprised by his uncle’s hobby as his cousin was, but the truth was that it made too much sense. Honestly, he felt slightly offended to be related to that man, even if it was through the marriage of his aunt.

At least today he would only meet the family’s butler, four of her five brothers and her father. Her foster brother Duke and her sister Cassandra were unavailable.

His chauffeur finally arrived at the gate to the Wayne property. On the way there from the high-class penthouse he and his mother rented for their stay - they were debating finding a more permanent residence, since Marinette would spent a lot more time here and his mother fell in love with the architecture and wanted to make at least one movie here - he had felt like every single traffic light had turned red just as they got there which meant he wasn’t a bit early or perfectly on time. No. He was late. His father had taught him the importance of punctuality. “Being on time is being late,” Gustav Graham de Vanily always said, “but at least you’re technically on time so you might be forgiven if you apologize. But it’s always better to be a few minutes early. But don’t be too early, that’s just as impolite as being too late. Always plan with some spare time, you can always wait outside until it would be acceptable for you to ring the bell. And if you still can’t make it, at least call!”

Well, his father probably didn’t expect that an angry Poison Ivy would rip up almost all streets between his penthouse and Bristol just as he got into the car. Neither would he expect the traffic lights to conspire against him. At least he did call ahead and talked to the Butler, Mr. Pennyworth, who seemed understanding, but also sounded very reserved. Obviously a fellow englishman.

When the car stopped in front of the imposing manor Felix took a moment to take a deep breath and make sure he looked presentable and that his kwami Krrah was still carefully hidden inside his waistcoat. The crow wanted to come along, so they could hang out with the other kwamis in Marinette’s room.

Then he took the flower bouquet he brought as a hospitality gift. Marinette had told him how much pride Mr. Pennyworth took in his cooking and baking and he knew from her parents in Paris that in this case bringing any food would be inappropriate.

Mr. Pennyworth, at least Felix assumed it was him, had already opened the door and watched as he walked up the steps to the entrance.

“Mister Graham de Vanily, I suppose?”

Felix gave him a polite smile and offered a handshake which the butler took after a moment. “Indeed that’s me, Felix Graham de Vanily. Am I correct in assuming that you are Mr. Alfred Pennyworth?”

“You are. May I take your coat? The flowers would be for Miss Marinette?”

“Oh no, they are for the family. Marinette let me know that it would be quite the faux pas to bring anything edible as a hospitality gift,” Felix answered. He has always been quite observant, so he noticed the tiny twitch in the older man’s face. A faint almost smile. He decided to see this as success.

“Very well, then I shall find a suitable vase in just a moment. Please follow me and take a seat in the sitting room, I will inform the family of your arrival.”

The butler took his coat, put it away and offered him a pair of house slippers. After that he led him to a tastefully decorated room to wait for his hosts. He asked him if he could offer him anything to drink and Felix gratefully accepted a cup of Earl Grey tea.

“Psst, Felix!”

Felix looked around before he looked down his waistcoat into the beady black eyes of his kwami.

“I’ll go and find the other kwamis and tell your girlfriend that you’re here,” Krrah declared in a croaky voice. Felix gave them a tiny nod and then acted as if he was checking his appearance again.

When he looked back up a steaming cup of tea stood in front of him. When did that appear? Hopefully after Krrah got away. He very deliberately did not check on his tie pin to make sure it was still there. If someone actually had seen everything, that would give too much away. Instead, he adjusted his cuffs and checked his cufflinks. After that he decided to reach for the tea.

Only for it to be snatched out of his hand. He blinked in surprise and turned in the direction the hand had come from. There stood a dark haired teen roughly his age with icy blue eyes and an exhausted smile. In one hand he held the cup of tea, the other held up a struggling kid by the scruff of his neck like a misbehaving kitten. The image was surprisingly fitting especially when the kid started to hiss insults at the teen, calling him “Drake”.

“I’m so sorry for him,” Drake apologized. “Damian likes to play pranks and this time he seemed to think putting some sleeping pills in your tea would be funny.” At that the boy hissed again and resumed his struggles.

“It is my duty as her only true blood brother to defend Marinette,” Damian declared.

“May I ask what the meaning of this is?” a cool voice came from the door. There stood Mr. Pennyworth with another steaming cup of tea. His right eyebrow rose as he observed the picture that presented itself to him. “Master Timothy, would you please let Master Damian down?”

Timothy sighed and set the child down. Damian gave him a calculating look and then a small knife stuck in the upholstery next to him and Timothy restrained the boy once more.

“Alfred, I would love to let go of Damian, but he doesn’t seem to know how to behave in front of a guest,” Timothy told the butler. “I’ll bring him to Bruce. I’m sorry about the upholstery.”

With that he left and Mr. Pennyworth placed the cup of tea in front of him with a sigh.

“Please excuse the young master. Regrettably he hasn’t had the most healthy upbringing.”

“It’s not my place to voice any judgment,” Felix replied. It didn’t stop him from thinking such judgment, of course. But instead of saying anything else he pulled the knife out and gave it the butler. “Would you please return this to its owner?”

The man nodded and left again. Felix turned back to the tea when the cup was, again, snatched away. This time he couldn’t suppress a twitch at his eyes and turned again to the person who took the beverage this time.

How this tank of a man was able to come in without making any noise Felix had no idea. The man had unruly, curly black hair. The white streak at the front brought to mind the image of a skunk.

“Hm, Earl Grey. To be honest, I prefer any green tea, but it’s good to have another tea drinker here. There are already too many bean worshippers in this house,” the man declared and gave him a roguish grin. “The name’s Jason Todd and you’re obviously pixie pop’s arm candy?”

“Arm candy, that’s a new one. Especially since those I know agree that everyone pales next to Marinette. I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Jason. I am Felix Graham de Vanily.” He offered the man his hand for a handshake and suppressed a wince when that handshake turned out to be a bit more forceful than expected.

“Ah, Felix was it? I have a very serious question for you Felix,” another voice came from the door. Once more a young man with black hair stepped into the room. He grinned good-naturedly, but there was a dangerous glint in his dark blue eyes that had Felix immediately on edge.

“Tell me … what’s your favorite cereal?”

Taken aback Felix only blinked at the man. Jason next to him burst into peals of laughter.

“Cereal?”

“Yes, cereal.”

Felix didn’t know if he was serious or not. “Actually, I don’t eat cereal.” The man gasped as if he had just insulted all his ancestors.

“Then what do you eat for breakfast or as a late night snack?”

“Well, for breakfast I usually eat a boiled egg and toast with jam, marmalade or honey. And I rarely eat a late night snack, but if I get hungry between meals I prefer a greek yogurt with honey, nuts and fruit or simply an apple if I don’t want to put as much work into it,” he explained confusedly. It seemed Marinette’s family was even weirder than she had told him.

“Oh, Felix boy, sounds like you are much too healthy and sane for this family,” Jason cackled.

“I tried to warn him,” he heard Marinette say from behind the cereal-obsessed man. “In or out Dick, but don’t stand around in the doorway.”

The man going by the unfortunate name of “Dick” sighed and stepped inside. Behind him Marinette came in and gave him one of her beautiful smiles. That’s all he needed to remember why he was doing this.

“Hello Marinette,” he greeted as he stood up to come over to her. Marinette grinned, pulled him in and pressed their lips together. After the kiss swallowed his surprised (and plainly undignified) squawk he returned the kiss gently. The two men in the room made noises of discomfort but he realized this was part of why Marinette did it when she grinned into the kiss.

When they pulled back his wonderful, beautiful, brilliant girlfriend smirked at her brothers.

“Remember, I am French, I have absolutely no problem kissing my boyfriend in front of you or dad whenever any of you step out of line. And I can’t imagine Felix disliking my idea of punishing you, do you?”

He shook his head and gave her a conspiratorial grin.

“My lips are at your service, my queen.”

#mss2024 #shutterbug station 2024 #maribat #maribat felix graham de vanily #felinette #fluff #slice of life #curtainfic

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filmtv2022 · 1 year

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Moving Foward: Chapter 1 (18+ MDNI)

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Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Kazansky!Reader

Summary: Y/N Kazansky is many things. A loyal daughter, a world-class fighter pilot, and a fierce protector of those she holds most dear. But beyond the shiny exterior is a wounded woman looking to find her way back to the life she'd known and loved. When a mission brings her back to Top Gun, she is forced to confront the sins of her past while focusing on the uncertain future falling into place in front of her.

Warnings: Nothing really for this first chapter, but later installments will certainly be 18+.

Word Count: 1, 979

A/N: The idea for this story kind of came as a surprise to me, but I knew that couldn't let it go once it took root in my mind. I hope that you all enjoy this first chapter, and I promise there will be more Bradley moments very soon. I'm excited for their relationship to change and grow as the story progresses. I make no promises on how quickly I will update this story, but I hope that you'll stick with me as I get back into my writing flow. Additionally, I apologize for any and all mistakes.

The Southern California sunset kissed your skin, the warmth radiating down to your bones. Pulling off your helmet, you locked it in the top box of your motorcycle before striding across the parking lot toward the Hardeck. A familiar bike was parked a few spots away, the sight of it brought a flurry of emotions. The bar wasn’t yet crowded, and the faint sound of the jukebox poured out into the world as you threw open the front door.

Carefully you pulled the aviators from your face, hanging them by a bow on your bomber jacket. The leather was filled to the brim with patches, each one a physical reminder of the job that consumed your life. Glancing around the sparsely populated bar, it took no time to find the person you were looking for, his focus concentrated on the cell phone in his hand. Closing the distance between you and the older man, you couldn’t help but make yourself known.

“You struggling to read that phone old man?”

Maverick’s head snapped up to find the voice that had just spoken to him, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening as a wide smile spread across his face. Standing up to greet you, his strong arms pulled you into a hug before holding you at arm’s length and giving you a once-over.

“Y/N Kazansky, my God look at you!”

“Pete Mitchell, how the hell are you? I kinda can’t believe he managed to get you back here. You must’ve royally fucked up this time.”

Breathing a laugh through his nose, Mav took a moment before responding, “Yeah, well… your father’s very persuasive. And they are called orders for a reason.”

“That is very true.”

“Now, here’s the real question, how are you feeling?” Maverick’s green eyes were serious as he captured your hands in his and guided you both down onto seats at the bar.

“Cleared to fly, so there’s that,” wanting nothing more than avoid this topic, you averted your gaze from his.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Don’t give me that look, Mav. What do you want me to say?”

“It’s the only one I’ve got, and I want you to answer my question. No bullshit.”

“I feel fine, Uncle Pete. The Navy says I’m good, so I'm good. Can we please not talk about this right now?”

“All right, we can do that.”

“Thank you,” inhaling deeply you sat back on your seat, “I missed you ya know.”

“Missed you too kid. Can I even call you that anymore?”

“Only if I can keep calling you ‘old man’ ”

The tension began to fall away allowing for easy conversation to flow. Several minutes passed before someone returned to the bar to take your order, their surprised voice cut directly into the story Pete was telling.

“Jesus, a Mitchell, and a Kazansky are sitting at my bar. What the hell did I do to deserve this?”

Looking up, you couldn’t help but smirk at the woman standing before you, “Come on now, Penny. You wound me, when have I ever caused a problem?

“Oh, it’s not you I’m worried about, it’s that one,” gesturing to Pete with the glass in her hand she continued to speak as she wiped down the countertop “Better judgment seems to disappear when he’s around.”

“Can’t argue with that,” you and Penny shared a laugh at Maverick’s expense, his scoff audible.

“Here ya go, Lieutenant,” Penny slid a tall glass of what had always been your favorite beer across the bar, letting it come to rest in front of you.

“Uhh… thanks, Pen, but can I just get some ice water?”

“Sure,” her eyebrows knitted together at your request. Penny and Maverick shared a look as she turned to fill up a glass with water. A question was clearly written over her features but now wasn’t the time to discuss it. Knowing this, Mav shook his head ‘no’ nearly imperceptibly. He knew why there had been a change, and that you’d share when and if you were ready.

“There ya go,” a fresh glass of ice water sat on the counter in front of you now, a slice of lime hanging on the rim as the sides already started to form condensation.

“So, Pete, what are you doing here?” Penny’s eyes narrowed as she assessed him, her gaze leaving no room for escape.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Feeling the shift in conversation you decided this was your moment to exit, there would be plenty of time in the coming weeks to catch up with your godfather, “All right, I’m gonna take this as my sign to go. Have a great night you two. Oh and Penny, don’t be afraid to ring that bell.”

With your drink in hand, you slipped off the stool and headed toward the pool tables, determined to snag one of the high tops before the rest of the evening rush hit the bar. Golden light continued to melt into the space warming the leather seats closest to the windows. The heat was just enough to be felt through your jeans as you pulled yourself up into the high chair. It’d been a long time since you’d been home in San Diego, and it was nights like this with the perfect temperature and blue sky painted in bold oranges and pinks that made you nostalgic for a time in your life when things were simpler. A time when death seemed like a far-off concept.

Sipping the cool water, you tried to focus on the roll of the waves against the shore. The rhythm settled your heartbeat with each wash over the sand. Lost in the beauty, you missed the sound of approaching steps, it was only the loud boom of his voice that yanked you from your peaceful daydream.

“Is that Y/N Kazansky? Look here Coyote, it’s a shining example of nepotism in the wild.” turning to look at his friend, he started to speak again before looking back at you, “You cleared to fly yet, Riot? Or did the Navy finally decide to ground your ass for good?”

“Leave me alone, Seresin.”

“Oh come on, sweetheart. I’m just askin’ the question we all want to know.”

“Fuck you, Bagman.”

“Oh, don’t be bitter… I’m just speakin’ the truth.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t give a shit,” fully over this interaction, you made to leave, on your way out you heard Hangman’s voice rise over the crowd once more. Yet again, insulting fellow aviators. It seemed to be the only way he knew how to speak.

“What do we have here? If it ain’t Phoenix. And here I thought we were special, Coyote. Turns out the invite went to anyone.”

Choosing to ignore the conversation unfolding back at the pool table, you continued to make your exit. A quick stop at the bar to drop off your glass and then you were on your way out officially. The warm air flooded around you as your boots hit the gravel. Not wanting to stop, you kept your eyes down focusing solely on the crunch of the stones beneath your feet. You were almost back to your bike when the sound of music blasting from a car radio yanked your attention back up. Your heart stuttered in your chest at the sight before you.

Frozen in place you watched as Bradley Bradshaw threw his Bronco into park and flung open the door. His Hawaiian shirt fluttered in the wind as he slammed the door behind himself. From a distance, it was easy to stare, to take in the way that time had changed the man you once knew even better than yourself. It was easy to forget for a second just how much had happened, just how broken the pair of you had become.

Not wanting to draw attention to yourself, you waited until Bradley had disappeared inside the building. Satisfied that he wouldn’t be returning anytime soon, you grabbed your helmet and prepared to ride. The engine grumbled life below you, and in a matter of seconds, you powered your way out of the lot.

The ride home was short, but even so, it flew by in record time. Whether that was due to your speed or lack of concentration... it’d be difficult to know. The light in the kitchen could be seen as you walked up to the front door. Pushing it open, you followed the glow. And there she sat, her face in her hands staring down at the papers on the table.

“Hey, Mom. Everything okay?”

Startling, her light brown curls bounced, her hand flying up to clutch her chest, “Oh, Jesus Y/N you scared me. Yeah, everything is fine sweetie. Just some bills.”

Standing quickly, she pushed back from the table, taking the papers with her. Her slippers scuffed lightly over the wood floor as she busied herself, refolding the towel in front of the oven multiple times before moving to unload the dishwasher.

“You’re home early. Did you have a nice time with your uncle? How was he?”

“It was good, yeah. He seemed anxious to be back here, but he’s doin’ good,” your body sagged at the memory of how the evening had actually turned out.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, honey?”

“I’m fine, just a little tired. Is umm… is dad still up?”

“No, sweetheart, he went to bed a while ago.”

“Oh, okay,” taking a pause you let your emotions settle for a second, “I’ll just talk to him later I guess.”

“You know you can always talk to me, right?”

“I know, Mom,” pulling her in tight for a hug, you inhaled deeply taking in the smell of her perfume. The floral sweetness enveloped your sense, easing the tension in your shoulders a little, “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You let go of the hug first, dropping the hold on your mother, and giving her a kiss on the temple before moving away down the hall to the stairs. The steps were steady under your feet as your hand slid up the banister. One step at a time you reached the landing, and turned left toward the room that had been yours since childhood.

With the door closed firmly, you practically fell down onto the worn mattress. Your back burned with a dull ache, while the throbbing in your left knee and hip pulsed more acutely. The pain had become your constant companion. In the darkness of the unlit room, it was difficult to see beyond tonight, beyond the hurt, beyond the nightmares that sat just out of sight, but you’d made a promise. A promise to keep going. Tomorrow would be a new day, a fresh chance to find your way back to what you’d been before… if that was even a possibility.

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youmakemyhearthowl · 2 years

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Punk Princess

Also please go check out THIS fan art done by @heavenlycrashes

Eddie’s not even giving a single flying fuck about the looks he got at school today, Jason Carvers sneers in his direction going completely ignored.

Steve had given him permission to call him Princess again, and he was fucking flying above it all.

When Steve had been offering that- that permission to use it, Eddie wasn’t sure exactly if he’d earned it or not, but who was he to tell Steve no? And Steve had seemed so blissfully happy at Eddie's entire display, and Eddie was pretty sure, if he didn’t get to take that beautiful, beautiful man on a date soon, he’d probably just lock himself in his room and wither away to nothing. He was actually giddy to go to Steve’s game today. Which in itself was a wild feeling to have, to be excited to go to a basketball game, but he’d called Wayne between classes on the payphone and told him about it and Wayne was going to be coming too, and Eddie was so full of blissful happiness at how lucky he was. To have Steve in his life, to have an uncle like Wayne who supported him no matter who he was or who he loved.

Eddie had so many good things, and he was determined to not take them for granted ever again.

“I’m gonna ask him tonight.” Eddie chirped in Gareth's ear as he climbed into the back of the van to join him, Jeff and Mack.

“Finally!” Three voices rang out, bouncing around the metal of the van and assaulting his ears.

“I can’t believe you’re wearing that by the way.” Mack mumbles around the joint in his mouth, gesturing to Eddie’s skirt.

“I’m so fucking glad I did, Steve’s been practically a drooling mess all day and can’t keep his hands to himself.” Eddie knows he’s got his goofy grin on, not even bothering to hide it as he lights his own joint and settles in with the guys. “During free period his hand stayed on my thigh under the skirt the entire time and I thought I was gonna bust it like a preteen, right there in front of everyone. Fuck.” Jeff groans, throwing an empty can of coke at Eddie’s head.

“We were all there Eddie, and frankly you guys are gross. But in like a cute, gross way. I hate it. Are you going to get worse when you officially get together?” Jeff feigns displeasure as he glances up at Eddie from the thread in the carpet he’d been playing with.

“I don’t even know, man. They practically hang all over each other as it is, I’m really hoping it can’t get grosser.” Mack pipes up, leaning his head on Gareth's shoulder as he watches Eddie roll another joint.

“Hey Freak!” Jason Carver's voice comes booming from outside of the van, and Eddie groans, thumping his head back against the cool metal.

“You better get out here Eddie. I know you got that outfit from Chrissy, and I’m willing to bet it wasn’t given to you willingly.” Jason’s voice sounds furious, the anger stabbing Eddie’s ears as he groans, throwing open the back doors and sliding out to stand in front of the other man.

“Carver man chill, Chrissy was perfectly aware that she was giving me her old uniform, I didn’t steal shit or do anything to your girlfriend.” Jason scoffs.

“You’ve been corrupting Chrissy for weeks now. Using whatever satan worshiping shit you’ve learned to weasel into her brain. She’s even been ditching me to sit with you freaks during free period. And Chrissy’s a good, nice girl, and I know for a fact that it’s all your influence.” Eddie has to physically stop himself from rolling his eyes at the drama behind Jason’s words. This guy’s as one dimensional as they get, it’s no wonder Chrissy is starting to see the light and pull away from him.

“She was wearing a fucking Matalica shirt the other day, and I know it was yours, you’ve been fucking brain washing her into you sex slave or something” Eddie does roll his eyes this time, because yea the shirt had been his, but he’d given it to Robin last week, and she was the one who’d given it to Chrissy.

“Sex slave? Seriously, Jason?” He lets the thought tumble out, checking the watch on his wrist and realizing that if he doesn’t stop whatever the hell this is soon he might end up being late for Steve’s game, and that just wouldn’t do.

“Maybe Chrissy’s just realized how lame you are and wanted to branch out, you ever considered that?” He tries to muster up that bored indifferent tone he’s heard Steve use before, and he feels pretty successful in his attempt.

In hindsight, He should have seen the punch coming, should have known Carver wasn’t the kind of guy who would listen when Eddie talked, he’d been looking for a fight with Eddie all year, and it seems he’s finally concocted one up in his head he thought was suitable.

What he didn’t expect was the second punch to his face as a follow up from Andy. His hand coming up to cradle his nose after he heard more then felt the crack, blood pouring from it as he stumbled backwards into the bumper of the van. Gareth, Jeff and Mack scrambling from the back and grabbing onto Eddie pulling him upright and away from the angry jocks pacing in front of them.

“Jesus Jason, what the fuck is your deal man?”Jeff snaps, before suddenly Jason’s launching forward, and they all brace themselves for whoever he’s about to hit next, but instead are surprised when he actually ends up sprawled on the ground in front of them, Robin Buckley miming dusting her hands together behind where he just stood. Steve’s standing next to her, with a- Jesus Christ is that a bat with nails embedded into it? He’s got it slung over his shoulder, like a baseball player ready to go up to bat, as he takes a step forward swinging it down and stopping the motion right in front of Jason’s face, a breaths hair away from the guy's nose.

God damn it, Eddie really needed to get his fucking priorities straight (ha!) and stop getting a boner every time Steve shows aggression at someone else.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing Carver?” Steve’s voice has taken on that low, indifferent tone again, and Eddie shivers. “You want me to have you benched for the game tonight?” He pulls the bat back, placing the nose of it on the ground and leaning his weight forward onto it, sizing Jason up with his eyes, and Eddies struck again with the realization that Steve’s dangerous .

“Fuck off, Harrington. You’re a freak too, coach would never listen to you anyways.” Steve hums leaning back up off the bat and kicking it slightly with the side of his foot so it swings back up and lands on his shoulder in one smooth motion.

“That may be so, but you and I both know I’m the best player on that team, and I can permanently bench you, on or off the court. ” He’s pulled the bat across his shoulders, arms draped over it as he watches Andy help Jason to his feet. Jason scoffs, sparing one last glare in Eddie's direction before him and Andy make their way back towards the gymnasium. Steve’s entire demeanor softens as he hands the bat off to Robin and comes to stand by Eddie’s side. Cupping his face and tilting it a bit in each direction to look at his nose.

“Are you okay?” He says it softly, meant only for Eddie’s ears, and Eddie's vaguely aware of the rest of the guys chatting animatedly to Robin off to the side.

“I’m horny.” Eddie coughs, face heating as he tries to backtrack “I meant, I’m okay.” Steve pulls his free hand up to his face to hide his laugh, before using the hand still cradling Eddie's cheek to go up and brush the hair from his face.

“Let’s go get you some Ice, I’m sure Gareth or one of the guys can drive you home.” He slides his hand down the back of Eddie’s neck, over his shoulder and down his arm until their fingers are intertwined, and Eddie can feel his blush travel down to his neck.

Steve was holding his hand . Fuck why does that have him so messed up?

“Wait, no no, Steve I’m not going home, you have your game.”

“Eddie, you’ve got a broken nose, I’m not gonna expect you to hang around and get a headache on top of that.” Eddie tightens his grip in Steve’s and yanks him to a stop.

“Steve, I’m not missing your game.” He lowers the cadence of his voice a bit when he says it, eyes locking onto Steve’s as he watches the words and tone sink in. “I’ve had a broken nose before, I’m fine. This is important. I’m not going home. And you’re going to go in there and get ready for the game while me and Red Bird go find some ice for my face.” He leaves no room for argument in the way he says it, the order clear in the words, and Steve’s eyes get glassy for a second before he’s focusing again and nodding slightly.

“As long as you’re sure, Eds”

Eds, Jesus, what a reaction he’s having to that nickname, it’s not even anything special, but fuck the way Steve says it.

“I’m way beyond sure, Princess. Kick ass out there on the ball, gym floor, court place.” He pulls up their linked hands to place a kiss on Steve's inner wrist, a soft pink coating Steve’s face as he leans in and gently places a gentle responding kiss on the underside of Eddie’s jaw, his breath tickling the skin there with his quiet chuckle. Robin hands Steve something behind his back. And Eddie’s not sure he’s ever seen Steve timid before, but fuck does he want to see it again if it makes him look like that.

Steve reaches his hand out slowly, his vest grasped tightly between his fingers.

“It gets kinda warm in the gym, so I figured if you wanted to take off your jacket and wear this- it would complete the look.” His eyes trail up and down Eddie quickly before locking back onto Eddie’s face which has a massive grin splitting across it, causing him to wince at the pain it brings to his nose.

“My Princess, asking me to wear his punk letterman jacket” Eddie coo’s reaching out to grab it before hurriedly tossing his jacket in Gareth's general direction and sliding the denim over his shoulders. He takes a second to breathe in the full aroma of Steve that coats it, burying his nose into the collar, hearing Steve make a faint, fuck a faint whine in the back of his throat. Eddie smirks at him just as Robin comes over and shoos Steve off towards the locker rooms with a ‘ Don’t be late dumbass’ before turning and staring at Eddie.

“Fuck, I’m so in love with him.” Eddie whispers once Steve’s disappeared behind the door. Robin snorts.

“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.” She laughs, linking their elbows and pulling Eddie towards the nurses office.

Eddie’s pretty sure he’s never seen uncle Wayne's face get as red as it goes when he sees what Eddie’s wearing, and Eddie can’t help but cackle at his embarrassment. His uncle may support him and know who he is through and through, but it's nice to see he can still cause that reaction.

“What in the hell are you wearing, Eddie?” Wayne’s voice is tired, and exasperated, pulling a large grin to Eddie’s face.

“Just showing support to my- to Stevie.” Wayne sighs, shaking his head.

“And what the hell happened to your face?”

“Just some basic bitch feeling like he needed to assert dominance. Don’t worry, Stevie took care of him” He shrugs, turning to face the basketball court as Gareth, Jeff and Mack clamber up the bleachers to join them. Eddie’s not really sure what he's watching or what’s going on in the game, but the massive smile that takes over Steve’s face when he sees them in the stands is more than worth it, his eyes growing wide when he sees Wayne next to Eddie. Eddie blows him a kiss, which has him stumbling slightly as he gets back into the game.

Robin was right though, Steve glows when he plays. He looks insanely soft doing it too, the jewelry that’s usually in his face taken out, and clean of makeup. He looks like the old King he used to be, if it wasn’t for the hair, and Eddie’s struck again with just how long he’s had a thing for Steve. He can see a scar running vertically near Steve’s eye that's usually covered with his makeup and Eddie wonders how he got it.

And god don’t even get him started on those shorts.

Eddie and his section of the bleachers are the loudest area in the gym, aside from Robin's occasional shouts from over in the sea of band kids. His friends equally as lost on what the fuck is happening, but screaming their support for Steve regardless. They take their cues from Wayne, and Eddie can see a proud glint in his uncle's eyes as he looks at Steve, and Eddie feels his own pride bloom.

Steve scores the winning basket, and Eddie and his family explode. You can see how much Steve loves the game just by how much he’s jumping around with the other players, laughing and cheering.

Eddie is so soft for that man.

Afterwards, Eddie and the guys are jumping around with extra energy outside the school. The remnants of watching the game giving them the same excitement as after a campaign, and Eddie’s body feels like it touched a live wire.

“Steve!” He’s shouting, nearly toppling over trying to get around Gareth as Steve makes it around the corner, freshly showered and Robin hanging off his side.

“You were amazing.” He knows he’s got a big dopey smile on his face, matching the one Steve’s sporting, but he can’t even find it in himself to care as he throws his arms around him. Robin squeaking as soon as he gets close and narrowly missing an accidental hand to the face.

“Such a talented baby boy.” Eddie coo’s right in Steve’s ear, nuzzling into the junction between his chin and shoulder. Steve’s answering laugh is honest to god the most beautiful noise Eddie has ever heard, as Steve hugs him back, scooping him slightly and swinging him around. Eddie’s only partially aware of the ache in his nose when he pulls his head back and smiles up at a beaming Steve.

“Oh Eddie, your nose I’m sorry.” Eddie’s laughing though shaking his head at Steve.

“All good, Princess.” He manages to get out before the rest of the guys and uncle Wayne join them. The guys loudly proclaim their pride in Steve. And Wayne offering a proud pat on his shoulder. Everything becomes a little loud and chaotic, Wayne asking them if they want to head to the diner to grab something to eat to celebrate, and Steve looks like he's floating.

Eddie feels like he’s the one that won the game tonight really, watching all of his favorite people interact and talk and laugh. He can’t seem to find the right time to ask Steve out, not really wanting to take away from a moment that is so obviously important to Steve, if the high energy and never fading smile are anything to go by, so he tables the thought.

He could ask tomorrow instead.

Fuck, Eddie’s heart was so full it could burst.

#punk princess #punk princess fic #punk steve #Punk!steve #Punk steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #Ugh I love them so much #this one got long real fast haha

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bluebunnymoose · 1 year

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ooh i'd like to hear about your Labyrinth AU (and also your Titanic if you have anything)

Ooh, going for two! Thanks so much for asking. Buckle up XD

~~~~Labyrinth AU~~~~

I've never been good at keeping stories simple and the Labyrinth AU spiraled quickly into one with far too many details to wrangle. The main gist is: Desperate to escape her mother's control while being cripplingly unable to self-advocate, Chrissy buries herself in her favorite fantasy novels and wishes she could simply disappear. Henry answers that call, whisking her away to a realm she's pretty sure is just a vivid dream. He promises that it is, in fact, very real and should she choose to stay it can be her ticket to freedom. If she wants to leave, all she has to do is find him at the house in the center of the labyrinth and he'll return her home. Still unconvinced it's not a hallucination, she plays along.

For the first few hours it seems like paradise, but during her exploration, she trips and tumbles through a false wall to discover that the bright, fantastic landscape is a pulsing hellscape underneath. Too paralyzed to run, Chrissy is saved when a boy named Eddie pulls her back into the glamor. She begs him to help her find Henry's house to escape this nightmare. Eddie agrees, setting her at ease almost immediately and promises to help. Little does Chrissy know he has no intention of letting her leave. Eddie works for Henry because he believes that Creel has Uncle Wayne trapped somewhere in this dimension (Eddie made a bad wish). In exchange for Wayne, Eddie has to make sure the people Henry brings in stay long enough for him to trap them forever. Chrissy is the last one he needs.

Unfortunately for him, he never expected to fall for her.

Other Party members do show up, though the whats/hows/whys is all a jumble. If I ever did write this I'd need to pare it down a ton.

~~~~Titanic AU~~~~

This one is purely just a drabble of an idea. AU-wise the character mapping is how you'd expect (Eddie = Jack, Chrissy = Rose, Chrissy's mom and Jason = Rose's mom and Cal). The drabble I wrote, though, was of Dustin and Steve prepping Eddie for dinner in first class. Dustin's mom is the Molly Brown analog but doesn't appear in this scene. Dustin went to the same prep school as Steve, the son of old money traveling solo for business at his father's behest. Disclaimer: I really struggle to find character voices, and this is a mostly unpolished drabble, so please take it with a spoon's worth of salt <3

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Like Lipstick on a Pig

“Am I supposed to be choking?” Eddie griped as he wiggled a finger beneath the starched collar that cinched around his throat, which was honestly a bit poetic. Carver had looked ready to choke him when he accepted the Cunninghams’ backhanded dinner invitation. If Eddie was going to be on their hitlists anyway, he was almost petty enough to let the shirt do the job if only to deny Chrissy’s fiance the pleasure. Almost.

Steve reached over and slapped Eddie’s hand away.

“Stop being so dramatic. It wouldn’t be so tight if you’d just stand up straight.”

“Is that it? I thought the reason all of you first-class gentlemen stood at attention was because you all had sticks up your—”

Eddie yipped as Steve flicked his lower back.

“Hey!”

“There you go. Hold still, Munson.”

Before Eddie could swing and elbow into the man’s ribs, his arms were arrested in the suit jacket that Steve tugged up onto his shoulders. Steve circled around to Eddie’s front again, tugging the wrinkles out here and there before stepping back to survey his handiwork with a critical eye.

“How do I look?” Eddie asked, trying not to shrink under the scrutiny.

Dustin appeared in the doorway. His eyebrows shot up as he whistled.

“Like New Money,” he said, cringing as his attention landed just above Eddie’s eye-line. “Though we’ve got to do something about that hair.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Eddie asked defensively.

“What do you suggest?” Steve asked.

“Aside from cutting it?”

“No one is cutting my hair!”

They ignored Eddie’s outburst.

“If we could just tie it back maybe that’d be enough?” Steve supplied.

Dustin scoffed. “With what? A shoelace?”

“How about this?”

The two young men turned only to stare at the forest-green ribbon with gold-threaded trim that dangled from Eddie’s fingertips.

Steve and Dustin shared a look that made Eddie itch. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Steve said. “Hand it over.”

“Would it kill you to say ‘Please?’”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Please, hand it over.”

With great hesitance, Eddie obliged, muttering a “be careful with it” as he felt Steve pull his curly mane away from his face. Cool air sent a shiver down Eddie’s spine, as did the thoughtful, appraising look on Dustin’s face.

“So? Do I pass?” Eddie asked.

“See for yourself,” Dustin said, nearly tripping Eddie as he spun him around.

For a split second, Eddie thought someone else had snuck into Steve’s room, another foppish boy from their fancy school. Then the moment passed and he blinked, taking in the transformation.

Steve’s old black jacket was a little large in the shoulders, but cut a decent silhouette from top to tails and all the way down to the shoes he borrowed from Dustin’s late father’s effects. Chrissy’s ribbon, peeking out amidst his curls, added a soft splash of color and a large dash of confidence as he met his own eyes in the mirror again.

Overall, he looked odd, but not in a bad way. “Like lipstick on a pig” were the words that came to mind, but even he had to admit he made one handsome swine.

The farce would be obvious to him and the rest of their immediate dinner guests, but to every other sophisticated person on the ship he had a decent shot of blending right in, pretending he was a man of means enjoying dinner with a beautiful girl at his side (or wherever her devil-faced mother put her).

Just then the clock in Steve’s room chimed a quarter past six, signaling that dinner would begin in 15 minutes. It was now or never.

Steve stepped out of the suite first. Dustin hovered in the doorway, glancing back at Eddie.

“Ready, Eddie?” he asked.

Eddie took one last look in the mirror and smiled like a fox.

“It’s showtime.”

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wellpresseddaisy · 2 years

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Making Friends by the Bulstrode Method

A Poshest Bedstead Interlude

"Hello, old things!" Millicent Bulstrode dropped onto the open section of bench next to Hermione.

Ron and Harry, on the other side of the table, stared at her as if she'd just dropped from Mars. Even Hermione seemed shocked into silence, nearly pouring her cup of tea into her lap as she raised it to drink.

"Er, Bulstrode, haven't you got the wrong table?" Harry asked after a long silence while Hermione mouthed 'old things?' to herself, looking completely confounded.

"Not at all." Bulstrode answered cheerfully. "It's fifth year, I soon won't have many classes with that lot," she gestured derisively toward the Slytherin table. "And I'm really desperate for people who have good conversation and better dress sense."

The Slytherin table stared across the Great Hall, almost as one entity.

"Stop dropping eggs down your front, Malfoy!" Bulstrode called across the tables. "And do shut your mouth, Greengrass. You look gormless."

Harry desperately wanted to turn around and see Malfoy's face, but restrained himself. It would, probably, start a row, because Malfoy seemed incapable of seeing him and not starting one at the present time. It wasn't his fault Sirius adopted him as a baby.

Ron blinked at her. "Y'know," he began thoughtfully. "If I'd known you were like this I wouldn't have hated you."

"If I hadn't been ruthlessly attacked and had half my hair ripped out by Granger in second year I'd have said hello sooner." Bulstrode countered.

Hermione had the grace to blush. "Er, really wrongheaded magical experiment." She muttered.

"Can I say that the three of you really are putting everyone else to shame this year, sartorially, I mean. Parkinson and Greengrass had fits last night. Mother, who is an absolute brick, said I should make friends outside Slytherin and suggested you lot. She liked you when she met you over the summer."

"She was ever so helpful." Hermione ventured a response, wondering if this was how one made friends. She'd sort of fallen into friendship with Harry and Ron, cemented by their mutual adventures. Did one just sit down and start talking? Or perhaps this was particular to Bulstrode.

"Yes. She always did want daughters who wouldn't look a fright in ruffles and lace, but she got me and Ermintrude instead. We're…tailored people, Dad says. Mother, though, really wanted me to say hello and expand my horizons. Which, I'll tell you, really needed expanding beyond Malfoy's potential split ends and how much he hates you, Potter."

Bulstrode's frank cheerfulness had Gryffindor looking thoughtful. The comment about Malfoy garnered her a few bitten lips and hidden snorts of amusement.

"I don't expect it'll be easy, what with the general state of interhouse relations, but…well, I'd like to get to know you all. Slytherin can be a bit lonely, sometimes, if you're forthright and your parents both work."

Harry thought that out of all Gryffindors their year, he, Hermione, and Ron probably understood loneliness the best. He'd liked Mrs. Bulstrode, too. She'd been so patient with all of their questions. Would it hurt to try? He thought Uncle Sirius might be pleased. If he and Hermione and Ron tried to mix more, maybe others in Gryffindors would too. Meeting the Order over the summer, all from different houses but fighting for the same thing, had given him a lot to consider.

"What does your father do?" Ron asked.

"He travels a good deal, meeting with fabric merchants for the things we don't produce. Silk and cotton, mostly. He's in India right now, meeting with the owner of a mill for a possible order of cotton. What about your parents, Granger? They're healers of a kind, right?"

"Well, yes. I suppose. They're dentists, so they specialize in teeth and the jaw." Hermione looked up from her book. "I really do appreciate your mother's help. I would never have known what to select without her. Kreacher is wonderful, but…" she trailed off, not wanting to criticize.

"He has some old-fashioned ideas." Harry supplied. "I expect it's his age."

"Ah, like my great grandmother. She'd have me in panniers and gobs of lace, if you can believe it! And a little cap, too." Bulstrode chuckled. "Or all in white with a blue sash, like something out of a Greenaway illustration."

The three of them considered Bulstrode. She'd grown out of a rather lumpy childhood and into a…handsome adolescence. Her height and broad shoulders made one think Valkyrie, despite the dark hair and milkmaid complexion. Her strong jaw and decided mouth gave her the air of a person one wouldn't wish to cross. She was exactly the wrong person to dress how her great grandmother wished.

"That wouldn't suit, at all." Ron passed her a plate and the eggs. "You might as well have breakfast here."

"I'd like to hear more about Malfoy moaning about split ends." Ginny put in from Ron's other side. No one had seen her arrive.

"Mustn't tell tales out of house." Bulstrode winked at her.

"How did you get sorted into Slytherin?" The question popped out before Harry could stop himself.

"Oh, I've loads of ambition." Bulstrode helped herself to eggs and toast. "I wasn't a good fit for the other houses, in any case. Too practical for Ravenclaw and too…well, look, if someone is having a rough go of it, I'm more likely to tell them to pull their socks up and stop moping than I am to offer sympathy. Unless, of course, it isn't something they can help. I'm just not Hufflepuff material. Slytherin, as it should be, is a good fit for me. Unfortunately, it's currently filled with warts and wankers. Good morning Professor Snape." She didn't even look up.

"Have you become disoriented, Miss Bulstrode?" Snape asked coolly.

"Er, no sir, but if I was it would be due to Greengrass' new perfume. Ghastly stuff." She marmaladed toast seemingly without a care for the brooding professor behind her.

"Indeed. Then why, Miss Bulstrode, are you eating breakfast at Gryffindor's table?"

"I'm exploring new horizons and furthering interhouse solidarity, Professor." She answered happily. "And my mother asked me to say hello."

"Does hello require marmalade and tea?" Snape eyes the cup Ron had poured and passed to her, practically under his nose.

"Professor, if I didn't offer a visitor to our table refreshment, mum might kill me!" Ron put a hand to his cravat. "We have got manners, you know, despite the twins."

Several smothered snorts occurred in the vicinity and the twins shouted something rude down the table. Harry would forever swear that he saw the corner of Snape's mouth tick up just a fraction.

"Far be it from me to cross your mother, Weasley. See that you join your housemates for dinner this evening, Miss Bulstrode." And Snape swept away.

"What was that?" Seamus asked.

"Oh, he just wanted to make sure I was all right." Bulstrode assured them. "If he wanted to be unpleasant about it he'd have made me move. Anyone mind if I bring some Ravenclaws with me at luncheon? Grelling and Dalloway are decent sorts."

"Why would we mind?" Harry replied stoutly. "There's always room for a few more."

And that was that.

#hp society/the ton #hp the season au #hp the season/the ton au #severus snape #millicent bulstrode #the poshest bedstead in islington

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Notes from 24.3.24

I couldn't sleep very well last night. I think AJ was in my dream. He had arrived to class and I was glad to see him, then we had to work on something. Then I had another dream where I shared a bedroom with my mother. I had just woken up in the morning and she was saying that it would be cold today. I was telling her how weird it was, that it had been cold the last two nights.

So, I think he is 'there'. As soon as I walked in, I was hit with a 'yes' but I'm not so sure. I thought it would be more obvious, can it really be so subtle? He seemed really subdued, more quiet than usual. We didn't really talk much. I mean, there's nothing to say.

His eyes changed back to how they were before. That focused, absorbing look. And when he looked at me, there were a few times where I felt there was was something there, looking back. I looked away really fast. I think I just don't really want to know.

But there was this one conversation we were having about a customer who was abusing some cough medicine to get high and he said that the guy had nothing going on behind the eyes. I agreed, since I'd served the same guy last week. I said his pupils were super dilated, and there's nothing there, just darkness. And then he said, Remember once a long time ago, you said that you sensed blackness behind my eyes? I said, Oh but with you there's something there. There's black but it's in the back, not the foreground. Well, isn't it right there? The truth came tumbling out of my mouth without my meaning to.

I dunno. I was depressed trying to analyse it. I spent my lunch break in my car just praying like, What is real? What is not? I'm really tired of the confusion and the deciphering. I've decided not to care anymore. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.

But did a side of me believe that things might be a little more fun toward the end? Yes. I missed that sense of community. But I have never belonged so what am I hoping for? A few laughs, and conversations? About what, exactly? I just want to leave. I don't want to talk to anyone or make any re-connections. We can leave that for the astral. If the recall doesn't happen in a week (or ever), I have nothing to go back to. There's nothing else. This is my life. All I've had in this life, is the desire not to be in it. If I can't turn toward this, if this doesn't turn back toward me, I have nothing.

And even as I've typed all this I realise there's something inside me, watching. It didn't go back to sleep. It got woken up and it's wide awake. I've been monitoring that feeling ever since it said it would not go back to sleep. I've been checking and it's still there.

So I just came back after having dinner with my family and my aunt and uncle. I really don't like my uncle. Call it intergenerational trauma or something but ever since I got told the story that he left my dad behind while escaping during the Vietnam War, I've always detested his presence. Add to that the whole being a boomer thing and it's just something else. The moment I came out of my room he said You Look Really Tired (I said to him "Thank you"). And he referred to my time off work due to the V as The Year You Lost (I didn't lose anything) and he said You Know When You Smile You Don't Look So Mean (Thank you so much for the feedback, I really appreciate it) and my parents must have told him that I just rot in bed on my days off so he asked in front of everyone How Come You Don't Go Anywhere Or Do Anything (I'm introverted and a homebody, is that okay? Everyone is different right?) and also Why Don't You Have A Partner, Do You Actually Really Like Working There, Why Aren't You A Manager Yet, Why Don't You Buy A Shop, Your Glasses Are Crooked. This guy didn't let up even with my sarcastic responses. I mean, I responded with the same energy since I'm just playing the game, but I haven't fallen in. I'm not reeling from this experience, nor from the day's. Actually, I'm amazed. That inner me that is watching, it didn't go back to sleep. Today was low-vibe and I'm... I'm still here. Observing.

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Prowling Spider

My Spidersona and Her Backstory.

My Name is Amaiyah Brooke, but my friends call me Mai. I was bitten by a radioactive spider and for the passed three years, I’ve been the one and only prowling spider. On earth 425. And these past three years, have been the worst years of my life. During my first year, my parents were murdered in front of me and I’ve been raised by my Uncle Aaron, aka the prowler. I do what I need to do to survive. Which is frowned upon. I fight anyone I have to. Doesn’t matter their alliance. For the first few years I was used as an assassin towards King Pins enemies. So yea, I’ve killed a few people. My second year, I got into a run in with this weird vampire guy, who ended up tossing me into a collider on accident. I hope it was an accident. He was brawly, and really tall. I think he was Hispanic? Anyways, I didn’t die, but I became some sort of a monster. I’m a vampire, with a suit that glows in the dark, really my veins glow in the dark.

Recently, King Pin betrayed me. He wanted my power for himself. So he went from my boss to my Arch Nemesis. During these times, I had only one person who stuck beside me. He was a Funky Kid that usually failed all his classes because. Efe the Government. We were not always friends, I actually just tutored the kid for a bit and be became my best friend. His name is…well was…. Hobart Brown. When Kingpin saw that he was one of the only people I trusted. And went after him, I could have beat him, but this weird white guy covered in spots attacked me, so I didn’t make it fast enough and, He killed him, right in front of me. He died in my arms. So, I killed kingpin.

I took Hobie to his family, and they hated me. Other than his sister who knew who I was. She gave me his guitar pick, which I wear around my neck now. I am not sure how I got here. I didn’t want this power anymore if it meant everyone around me that I cared about die. So, I tried to end it all. But, someone grabbed me before i could drown. The same Dude who threw me in the collider. He took me to this Spider society. And told me I couldn’t die anyways. Due to my mutations. His name is Miguel, Miguel O Hara, who is the worst person you’ll ever meet.

He thinks he’s some saving Grace. And I hate him. Recently I’ve been working along side him go help put the dimension back. Fighting has always been something that helped me get rid of my pain. I used to struggle with really bad anxiety. Until I got these powers. I’m glad that’s gone. I’ve been making a name for myself in the Spider society. I go solo on a bunch of things. And I always come out victorious.

Miguel thinks I need to work with other people. But that’s rich coming from him, The person who refuses to ask for help when he is out numbered. But, I agreed. But, I wasn’t prepared for who he teamed me up with. In fact I think he did it to throw me off guard. He teamed me up with the group of trouble makers as he called it, Gwen Stacey, Pavitir and…Hobie Brown. Which is the perfect copy of my deceased best friend, just add spider powers. When I found out their identities after a few missions, I talked to Miguel. Which is where this story starts.

“MIGUEL WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Calm down, niña. What is the problem.”

“You know what the problem is Miguel. You could have at least warned me.”

I argued as Miguel walked away from me, I continued to walk behind him. I noticed the four in the room as I kept walking and arguing with him. I enjoyed there company but I don’t think I can do that again.

“What’s with her?”

Gwen asked. Watching me as I walked and argued with Miguel. Pav looked at us shocked.

“Can she do that? She can just argue with Miguel and not get attacked it threatened to be killed.”

Pavitir asked.

“It’s a metaphor for monarchy.”

Hobie said. At that moment Miguel basically told her to get over it. So you rolled your eyes pulling her mask back on and walking to the group. We had another mission already.

“We have a mission.”

She said bluntly, she noticed Hobie push himself in a chair in front of her. She stopped looking down at him through your mask.

“What’s wrong, you seem upset.”

He said with a cocky smile. His accent coming out at every word. Pav then swung before you.

“Yea, do you not like us anymore. I thought you enjoyed having us around, what changed?”

Pav expressed. She sighed and pat pav on the shoulder.

“I do. I just. I dunno, it doesn’t matter we are stuck anyways.”

She said as she pushed passed Hobies legs, sending the chair rolling a back. Hobie got up and shoved his arms in his pockets as he walked. You opened the watch, and went to the world the next anomaly was. Noticing…it was earth 425. Your earth. You gave Miguel a glare, as you guys walked into the portal.

#spiderman #spidersona #across the spiderverse #hobie fanart #atsv hobie #miguel o'hara #Spotify

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Overstimulated

Whatever Floats Your Boat - Chapter Five

Summary

The human brain can only take so much, so when all your friends and all your thoughts are screaming “at” you, one touch can be enough to send your brain into overdrive.

Notes

I don’t have Adhd or Autism but my twin brother is Autistic and has Adhd. We both have forms of anxiety and have been overstimulated. So I'm using my own experience and his descriptions as my examples for how to work with this.

After causing such an inconvenience for Aizawa-Sensei, Izuku couldn’t help but feel so embarrassed around him. Ever since then his classmates have been bringing it up since for some reason they like it when he’s all red in the face. He’s heard Todoroki call him a strawberry and Katsuki call him a Tomato but everyone knows that it’s all in good fun. Until Mineta took it too far; It took a couple of days for Mineta to get any information about the whole being carried by the teacher back to the dorms and left to sleep on the couch.

He remembered being so confused and tired when he woke up to find Bakugou near his feet and his teacher asleep in a chair only a little away. He hadn’t really considered what had happened before falling back asleep but when Toshinori called him out to talk his brain clicked it all back together. He watched as the blonde man basically apologized for how he responded. In all honesty, he just couldn’t help tears at being told he’d not be asked to give the quirk to someone else. All Might basically told him he was the best choice he could have made as a successor.

Izuku had basically given him a big hug at the information, smiling brightly at the usage of the word son. While Yagi wasn’t the greatest father figure, he was the first one Izuku properly got. Uncle Masaru was a great man but no matter how hard he tried, Midoriya could never see him as a father. He was glad to be surrounded by people who treated him like a person despite how much everything is stacked against him.

His teacher honestly just gave him such a feeling of pure belonging. Midoriya had spent the rest of the day in such a good mood that even when it came to training, changing didn’t make him feel uncomfortable for the first time in a long time. He had been heading up to his room after class only for Denki to wave him over. He headed over with his bag over his shoulder.

“Hey, Midoriya! Bakugou, Uraraka, Todoroki, Sato, Jiro, Momo, and I are gonna have a game night in the commons. Put your bag by the doors and come join us!” He said quickly, not even giving him a chance to refuse. He listened, dropping his bag by where most students leave heavy coats. He sighed before slipping his shoes off and putting them into his bag and slipping on some house ones. He sat down next to Katsuk, leaning into the blonde with a little smile as he looked over to see Uraraka on the other end and Momo next to her.

The others were scattered among the other furniture and floor as a couple played some board games. He was paying more attention to his hands than the game in front of him since a couple of them were playing on the game system that Momo had bought for everyone to use. She’d done it out of nowhere after Uraraka had dragged her into a bit of a game obsession. The black-haired girl would spout out random facts that rivaled his own.

He wasn’t much for video games, only playing on his computer on the occasion, though he did know quite a bit about them. He was more interested in the history and mechanics of the games than a lot of gameplay. He had a couple he enjoyed, most thought and strategy-based. While he was fine with first-person shooters, he didn’t play them often despite the fact he actually wasn’t bad at them. He was chewing his cheek, not realizing he’d cut into it before the iron hit his tongue. He gave a little sigh as he moved to just picking at his nail beds. Danger sense was giving him a pretty bad headache, on top of it he didn’t like how crowded the room seemed.

Midoriya looked up when he felt a hand hit his shoulder, looking up to see Katsuki give him a nudge. “Nerd?” His voice was quiet and concerned but he just gave a gentle smile and leaned into the couch a bit more. His head was full of noise that he desperately wanted to stop. His hand would instinctively scratch around where his binder’s fabric lay, causing irritation to the skin as it got red and inflamed. He tried to ignore it; he was with his friends and they wanted him around, so it would be rude to get up and leave them alone.

He’d been sitting there for a while, endearing everything though when a bunch of people piled onto the limited space of the couch that he kinda pushed into Bakugou’s side. The blonde put his hand around his waist, Izuku didn’t really like the way it felt as he blinked a little as his eyes looked around heavily. He closed his eyes tightly, though the increasing volume and the movement were making his head run. He buried his head into the blonde's chest, he heard him speak and then the room go suddenly silent. He felt even more uncomfortable but he held Bakugou a little tighter.

Izuku didn’t like the change in sounds, he wanted it to return back to the normal noise level since it would drown out what was in his head. He was just trying to hide into the blonde’s person, digging himself into his chest. He was pretty sure anyone who noticed just got even more confirmation about his small stature. He was well aware he was on the smaller side, being taller than pretty much all of the girls gave him a bit of relief but other than Mineta he was one of the shortest guy’s. He had a feeling Tokoyami would hit some form of growth spurt and he’s only a couple centimeters shorter and was still able to grow.

He’d been calming down and his brain still felt anxious, he wasn’t too sure why since the noise had started back up and he felt Bakugou pull a blanket over him. Maybe if he stayed still enough he could convince them he was, and possibly could fall asleep. He felt a hand in his hair, but it was familiar enough that he didn’t really need to see to know who it was. He was at least relaxing as the knots in his hair were worked out with gentle fingers. He was actually starting to fall asleep when he heard footsteps nearby, creaking closer by the second.

At this point, he was pretty sure the Katsuki was out like a light since the noise and everything had died down over time. He wasn’t too sure how long he’d been laying here but he was relieved to be left alone. He wasn’t too sure about anything but he didn’t like the way the movement stopped. He couldn’t tell if it was in front or near him but he didn’t want them to know he was awake so he stayed still.

He knew it wasn’t his sensei, the man wouldn’t have been as noticeable or stick around. He would have glanced around and left once he was sure everything was safe. The person didn’t move for a period of time, he also thought they’d left but he could hear the noise over Kacchan’s breathing. His arm was getting sore from laying on him like this so he took a chance and lightly shifted in his “sleep”. He wasn’t too sure but the person didn’t say anything so they probably couldn't tell that it was a conscious choice.

He wanted them to leave, it had to be over half an hour at this point and they still hadn’t left. Izuku had opened his eyes a little, unable to see the person but able to take in his surroundings to tell that it was pretty late. His chest was killing him at that point, he really needed to change but he also didn’t want to deal with this person right now. For all he knew, it was Toga and she’d snuck in but he knew she didn’t have this much self-control.

He was about to say screw it and pretend to wake up, but when he felt something brush against his side he froze up. He felt a hand move under his shirt and graze his side, that was far too much right now. Immediately he shot up like a bullet when he felt the hand try to go under the extra fabric he wore, to unclip it. He didn’t even notice that he’d shaken Katsuki enough to wake him as he floated up a little. He felt the familiar weightlessness in his chest but he didn’t exactly notice due to the pain his binder gave. “Don’t touch me!”

He saw the short purple-haired man in his class standing nearby hands up defensively. The moment he spoke he noticed how Bakugou shot up as well. He glared at the teen as he got up and picked him up by his shirt. “What the fuck did you do?!” He called out as he looked over. Izuku was shaking, he knew he was but he couldn’t stop it.

He had started to cover himself, arms hiding his still bound chest as he felt some tears swell into his eyes. Turns out his teacher hadn’t been in the room, but he’d been on his own and seemed to be the only person to hear the commotion. He watched as Aizawa left his own room and came out in a clearly defensive and prepared manner before he saw the other two and himself. He closed his eyes tightly, really not wanting to be looked at as his curls moved around freely. He wanted to sit back down on the couch but he really didn’t wanna be anywhere near the short teen.

“What happened?” The teacher gruffed out as he threw an end of his capture scarf towards him. Midoriya held onto it and didn’t resist as he was tugged closer to the ground. He gave an apologetic look to the man in front of him still hovering, he didn’t miss the look of understanding the black-haired man gave him before Bakugou spoke.

“I don’t know! The nerd fell asleep on me and I remember falling asleep! Next thing I know he’s up and making noise, and this fucker is right there looking like a kicked puppy!” He snarled without taking his eyes off of the pervert as Aizawa nodded and turned to him for an explanation. Izuku was still shaking as he chewed his cheek and then looked down at the ground before going to speak. Nana was loud in his head, shouting about Mineta and such a couple of the others he could hear trying to figure out what happened.

“U-um... I wasn’t asleep, I was laying on Kacchan because the noise got really loud.” He wiped some tears away only for more to start to trickle down as he took a shaky breath. “I kinda zoned out for a while and when I was aware enough to try and sleep I heard a noise..” He looked to the side as he held to the scarf tightly before closing his eyes. “I-i think Mineta was watching me sleep, he d-didn’t move for a solid 3-30 minutes.”

His stutter was starting to show up in the words, he could tell the blonde was getting more irritated with each word and that Shouta was clearly upset despite the calm and collected look on his face. Midoriya’s eyes flared with green as he continued letting himself float a little higher as he curled in on himself a tad. “H-he put his hand under my t-shirt, b-brushed against my s-sides and before I could get up I f-felt his hand m-move to u-undo my b-binder..” He closed his eyes tightly before the scarf was pulled on, he didn’t really get to react before he was pulled into a tight hug only able to see black hair and smell well-brewed coffee.

It was relaxing, to say the least, basically melting into it. He fell asleep in his binder pretty often so he was used to waking up with it off and a note from one of the girls or one saying Katsuki got them. He knew they never looked at anything, and demonstrated what most did when he was a little uncomfortable when Uraraka-san did it since it was the first time. His mom had done this a lot so when it happened at the dorms after a week he kinda freaked out. None of the guys really knew about this, only Kirishima and Koda since they’d noticed a couple of times and brought it up to him by shaking him awake to go and tell him.

He didn’t pay much attention to the other two, simply just relaxing, Danger Sense seemed to have calmed down as well, recognizing the situation and the fact he really needed the quiet. He felt a hand in his hair as Aizawa held him close, Izuku let his quirk stop, gaining his normal weight back and such as he felt the pro adjust and speak. “Bakugou I need you to keep an eye on Mineta until I get back. Midoriya should get to bed and I trust that you’ll keep him in check while I take care of this.”

He didn’t need to see the blonde to know his face was covered in an upturned snarl as he spoke, “Of course, sir.” His voice was all Izuku needed to know it was true. He put his head onto the pro’s shoulder before slipping out of his grasp to stand on the floor. He followed the man up to the elevator, he didn’t like taking it at night but the stairs weren't a very good idea when he felt like passing out.

Once they got to his floor, he wrapped his arms around himself as they walked to the door. Midoriya pushed his door open to see the teacher follow. He was a little confused by it before the man leaned against the door. “Get a change of clothes and change out your binder.” He was told pretty quickly. The teen listed, grabbing some shorts, his comfort hoodie, and other necessities before slipping into the restroom. As he changed he couldn’t help whimpering as it got to need to take off his binder. It was really red and he was pretty sure that he was bruised. He took a deep breath before he knocked on the bathroom door.

“M-mr. Aizawa..” He said quietly, getting a hum in response so he continued. “I-i think I need to go see Recovery Girl..” He closed his eyes as he opened the door and stepped out. He was covered, he made sure he was his shorts and such on and the hoodie on before lifting it up enough to show the irritation even with the cloth on.

“Damn it, Problem Child…” His voice wasn’t disappointed, more concerned than anything else. “Might as well have Bakugou walk with you while I take care of him.” Izuku nodded in response as he and his teacher headed back the way they came. He was embarrassed but the four of them swapped places basically. He started to walk away with the blonde as the black-haired man took the other student to the office.

Aizawa had called ahead so when the two of them got inside Recovery Girl pulled him behind a curtain and told Bakugou to go sit away. She carefully took the cloth off of him, it had rubbed enough to cause blister-like wounds. He wanted to curl up and sob at how much it stung, and considering his high pain tolerance that said a lot.

She gave him a look over before sighing and feeling his ribs, it hurt more than he wanted as she pulled his hoodie back on and then gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Your ribs are pretty bad, luckily not broken or fractured. Take a nice long nap Izuku..” Chiyo told him with a smile as he slipped into the darkness of sleep.

#mha #bnha fanfiction #bnha #midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #bakugou katsuki #sa attempt #nothing graphic #i promise

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