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the luck I've had can make a good man turn bad - fic

Written for Day 5 of @steddieangstyaugust - prompt: Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want by the Smiths - word count: 4.1k (this one got away from me) - cw: some cussing, allusions to parents fighting in another room, allusions to money issues, bullying mentioned (nothing graphic)

enjoy! 💛

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When Eddie is five years old, his Uncle Wayne takes him to the aquarium. He talks the entire car ride, reading out the road signs they pass and counting the dashes in the road. He’s so excited that he doesn’t have to play the Quiet Game on the way there that he doesn’t even question it when Wayne comes to pick him up.

Eddie’s Mama helped him pack a bag and said he gets to stay with his Uncle Wayne the whole weekend, he’s so excited! Uncle Wayne always lets him stay up late and tells the best bedtime stories. 

They’ve been on the road for a couple hours when they end up in a city. Uncle Wayne says it’s Louisville, but all Eddie can focus on is the tallest buildings he’s ever seen his whole life. They can fit millions of people in there! When he voices this, Wayne says only a couple thousand are in there. Which is basically the same thing - but Eddie’s not gonna correct his math when he sees them pulling into a Denny’s parking lot.

“We get to have Denny’s?! You’re the bestest!!!!” Eddie’s already unbuckling his belt by the time Wayne’s at his door, opening it to help him out. “Can I get pancakes? Please, please, please!” 

Another chuckle and a shake of the head is his response from Wayne, who’s holding out a hand for Eddie to grab. They cross the parking lot together, Eddie skipping with a toothy grin. 

“Well, go on then, find us a table.” At his uncle’s words, Eddie’s brown eyes scan the room. There’s a few tables next to the windows, but most of those already have people there - and then he sees it. The best table ever. It’s closer to the middle of the room but it’s got two booth seats opposite each other. Perfect for him and his Uncle Wayne! He darts over without saying anything and Wayne follows, slower, but still with a quirk of his lip that Eddie’s Mama said means he’s smiling.

He can’t read the whole menu, but he finds chocolate chip pancakes based on the picture on the side - which he points to when he orders from the nice lady named Sarah. When it’s Wayne’s turn to order he just gets nasty coffee. (Eddie snuck a sip of his mama’s cup once - it tastes like dirt.) 

~

“WHAT is THAT?” Eddie yells - tiny finger pointed at the whale shark swimming above them. A couple of people around them turn to look at him when he yells, but Wayne doesn’t seem bothered - pointing at the words on the wall. 

“This says it’s a whale shark. They’re the biggest sharks in the ocean.”

“What’s the ocean?” 

~

There’s a stuffed whale shark in the gift shop when they’re leaving. Eddie’s seen so many fish today, but none of them were nearly as cool as the whale shark. His eyes find it, and before he knows it his legs have carried him over to the stack of them. A couple friendly clown fish sit nearby, but nothing interests him as much as the whale shark. It looks like it’s the size of his bed, but he doesn’t care - he has to take this home. Mama and him can lay on it when she sings him to sleep and he can cuddle up with it when Mama and Dad get loud in the living room. 

“Eddie? What’d you find?” Eddie grins up at Wayne, smiling big enough to cause his dimples to show. He’s holding on to one of the sharks now, and he was right, it’s bigger than he is. The tail is bent slightly on the ground with his arms wrapped around its sewn gills. 

“I love him. Can we get him Uncle Wayne? Mama would love him! I know he’s not as big as the real thing but this will help her believe me when I tell her it was the size of a car! Dad might even like him, since sharks are the coolest animal.” 

As Eddie rambles, Wayne checks the price tag dangling off of the shark’s front fin. He knew his nephew was going to ask for something from the gift shop, and if this had been a planned visit instead of a quick phone call from Eddie’s mom type of visit, he might’ve had the money. But as it was, the only thing he knew for sure he could afford was the tiny key chain he’d grabbed on his way over to find Eddie. Now it’s just trying to convince Eddie that the keychain is just as cool.

~

Eddie’s pouting in his car seat, brown eyes focused on the trees outside instead of singing along to the station Wayne turned on to the radio. He did buy the keychain but that didn’t stop the tears that streamed down Eddie’s face for the first 30 minutes of the ride. The tears have stopped, but Wayne’s heart breaks at each quiet sniffle coming from the back seat.

***

Uncle Wayne is at the door again. Except this time Eddie’s ten years old and he’s the one that called. He can’t stand being in the house all alone. His mom passed four years ago and his dad’s never been the same - not that he was a stand up guy to begin with. Good old dad said he was going out to “shoot some pool with a couple of buddies”, and while this would normally be fine, Eddie’s run out of Kraft mac and cheese to eat.

“Hey, Uncle Wayne. Sorry I had to call, I was just thinking I haven’t stayed over in a little while. Would it be okay-”

“Where’s Al?” As always, his uncle cuts straight to the chase. His voice is gruff, but Eddie’s had plenty of practice now in reading his uncle and can hear the concern laced in his words. 

He scuffs his converse against the floor and shrugs. “I dunno. He said he was gonna play pool with some guys.” Eddie looks up again to see Wayne looking around the trailer. He should’ve cleaned up after he called him; the dirty dishes in the sink and the trashcan full of candy wrappers says more than he meant to share. 

“Eddie, how-”

“Just forget it. I shouldn’t have called - it was stupid.” Brown eyes meet Wayne’s green ones defiantly, daring him to finish the sentence. 

“Alright, c’mon boy. Let’s go get Denny’s.”

~

The pancakes on Eddie’s plate are drowned in syrup, chocolate chips smeared across the top of them. A cup of black coffee sits in front of Wayne.

“What time does school start on Monday?”

A disbelieving smile starts to spread on Eddie’s face. “I can stay with you all weekend?!”

Wayne nods and sips his coffee, a small smile of his own hidden by the lip of the cup. “We’ll leave a note for your dad, but yeah. I don’t see why not.”

~

Unfortunately, Al Munson is at home when they get back, and with him comes the end of all of Eddie’s weekend plans. Al pitches a fit, sends Eddie to his room so he and Wayne can “have some words”. Eddie doesn’t know why he bothered sending him to his room when his dad’s shouting can be heard through the whole trailer anyway. 

“Don’t need you telling me how to raise my own damn son!”

Wayne’s words don’t carry as well as his dad’s but he can hear some kind of murmur in response. 

“Fuck off Wayne, you always thought you were better than me. I don’t care what you think, he lives under my roof so he follows my rules. He doesn’t need somebody babying him!”

Another murmur. 

“Get the hell out of my house! Don’t even bother coming back! I don’t care if that brat calls you or not!”

Eddie’s back is pressed against his door, knees tucked to his chest as he listens. He was stupid to call Wayne. Stupid to think his dad would let him go stay the weekend with him. He’s just tired. 

He’s tired of having cereal and mac and cheese for dinner. He’s tired of having to eat off of his friend’s lunch trays because his dad hasn’t paid for his school lunches. He’s tired of using duct tape to keep the bottom of his shoes attached because Al won’t buy him more. He’s tired of being left alone for days on end. His dad is right, he can take care of himself - he just doesn’t want to. 

He misses his mom.

***

“Eddie? What happened?” 

The teen brushes off his uncle’s words and heads into the trailer, bee-lining to his room. Eddie knows he looks rough, but seeing his reflection from the mirror on his dresser tells him not about this with Wayne isn’t going to be an option.

“Eddie, can I come in?” Speak of the devil; there he is knocking at Eddie’s door. 

“Yeah. C’mon.” He sits back on his bed, eyes focused on the floor instead of the man stepping carefully into his space, and Wayne lets him sit in silence for a moment before sitting at the foot of Eddie’s bed. 

“You gonna tell me what happened? Or are we just acting like your nose isn’t a bit more crooked than it was this mornin’?” Eddie stays silent. “I know you’re about as graceful as a bull in a china shop, but normally it’s your knees coming home bloody - not your nose. If you’re not gonna talk about it, you gonna at least let me have a look?”

“Why does it matter? No one cares in this fucking town anyway. Everyone always has something to say. Oh did you hear that Munson boy had to move because his dad’s in jail? Eddie’s a weirdo, don’t be friends with him. Have you seen his clothes? Doesn’t even have enough money to get new pants when he rips out the knees. Oh well, I heard that his uncle took him in just for the tax benefits - Lord knows it wouldn’t be worth it to have him otherwise. He’s going to be just like his daddy when he gets older, scamming people - don’t listen to a word he says.”

“Shut your mouth, boy!” 

Eddie’s mouth clamps shut, teeth slamming together with an audible click. He’s shaking slightly, fists clenched at his sides. He can’t meet Wayne’s eyes. 

“You listen to me, and you listen good.” Wayne’s voice is stern but like always, Eddie can hear the affection in it. 

“Look at me,” Eddie raises his eyes slowly, jaw tense even if it causes his nose to throb.

“You ain’t nothing like your daddy. You’re your mama through and through, God bless her. And just because people can’t see past their own noses don’t mean you need to be listening to their shit. You’ve been nothing but a good kid since I met you, so unless you committed some crazy crimes that first week of your life then I think I’m good authority on this. I mean it, Eddie, you’re nothing like him. You keep being you, and you never will be him. Now lemme take a look at your nose.”

***

“Welcome to Family Video!” Eddie looks to the counter, eyes locking with none other than Steve Harrington’s before smirking.

“Is that any way to greet me? Your favorite customer?” He saunters to the counter, limp slowing him down only slightly - physical therapy the past 3 months making it possible at all.

Steve rolls his eyes but the huge smile on his face gives him away. “Sorry, let me try again.” And then he turns around, hazel eyes catching Eddie’s again, fluttering his eyelashes. “Oh! Hello Eddie!” He finishes his new welcome with a wink and then leans against the counter. The sun coming in through the windows makes Steve look like a painting, a modern day Adonis. He’s made to be in the sunlight.

“Anyway, what’s the occasion today? Came to finally return Alien?” Steve’s hair is a little floppier than usual, and he’s been letting it grow out since the end of July so it’s curling up slightly at the end of his neck. It doesn’t cover the two moles on Steve’s neck, the perfect place to bite - and Eddie’s getting off track. 

“As if. That movie’s basically mine and Wayne’s now. No point in trying to get it back.” Eddie shrugs, shaking his head mockingly. He and Steve know he’s had it checked out for at least a year now. They both also know that Steve waived his late fees the moment he got promoted to manager. 

“Just came to bother Hawkins’ favorite babysitter.” Steve’s eyes narrow at him now, leaning away from the counter to peer outside. 

“Which one put you up to this? What do you need?” His hands are on his hips, opening the green vest to tease Eddie with the broad expanse of his chest hidden by a light blue polo. Eddie’s mouth feels a lot dryer than it was when he walked in. Okay - stop looking at the silver buckle on his belt, look at something else. Yeah, yeah, the tangled phone cord - that’s interesting.

“Why does it always have to be something?”

Hazel eyes level him with a look that paints a blush on his cheeks, causing Eddie to cough. 

“Okay, maybe Will’s got a campaign planned for us to play. Buuuut-”

“But the cabin isn’t big enough for all of you to play in?” Steve cuts him off, crossing his arms over his chest instead. Which does nothing to help Eddie’s blush, eyes now distracted by the bulge of his arms. Which makes him think of Steve’s arm behind his back during the last group movie night. Which then makes him think of Steve offering his arms during physical therapy, easily holding Eddie up as he stumbled along. Which then makes Eddie think of how easily Steve was able to help him into the wheelchair he had for a few weeks. 

“-ie? Are you okay? Do you need to sit down for a minute?” Eddie blinks and shakes his head, bringing into focus Steve’s brows furrowed in worry.

“Yeah, no, I’m okay. Gotta head out - Wayne’s waiting in the van. So we can host it at your place? Thanks!”

And then Eddie’s limping back towards the door, thoroughly embarrassed. Leave it to him to get a massive crush on THE Steve Harrington and become a huge idiot in front of him. Screw Robin for making him realize he’d fallen for the guy in the first place, no more late night smoking sessions with Birdie. 

“Yeah, okay. Tell Wayne I said hi!” Steve calls behind him and he flashes a smile over his shoulder as he steps through the door. 

~

There’s an open notebook to Eddie’s right and a pencil tucked behind his ear while he sits crouched over his guitar. He hasn’t written anything new in the last 30 minutes, his mind wandering to Steve again. He wishes he and Robin hadn’t decided to play truth or dare last night. If he’d only picked dare! Instead he picked truth and just like the teenage girl she is, Robin had to ask about crushes. And then he just - started talking about Steve and couldn’t stop. Robin got this weirdly focused look in her eyes and then just cryptically said that he should “tell Steve how you feel!” which had him choking on air. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Brown eyes widened, staring into Robin’s blue ones. 

“You should tell him how you feel!” She’d grinned, eyes red rimmed but nonetheless sincere. 

“Birdie…he doesn’t even know I’m like that…what if he acts weird after? I can’t lose him.” 

“Eddie.” Robin placed her hand on his shoulder, peering into his eyes, close enough that their noses were almost touching. 

“He knows about me. And he’s my Platonic soulmate, knowing this isn’t going to do anything but make things better. He’s a good guy. I promise Eddie, nothing bad is going to happen if you tell him.”

And then she’d backed up to her side of the couch again, reaching for the bag of popcorn they’d made earlier. 

“Eddie! Phone for you! Sounds like your boy!” Wayne’s teasing voice calls through the trailer and Eddie almost drops his guitar in his haste to grab at the phone on his bedside table (a perk from being stuck at the house for recovery).

“Waaaynee!” His voice comes out like a petulant teenager but he doesn’t catch his uncle’s response because he’s already holding the phone up to his ear.

“Hey, Stevie.” He’s breathless even though Steve hasn’t said anything, face warming just like earlier.

“Eddie! Hey! So I said I’d host, but you didn’t say what day.” 

He can hear the smile in Steve’s voice, can imagine him peering into his fridge with the phone tucked in between his shoulder and ear. Eddie sets his guitar against the end of his bed and leans back against his pillows. 

“My bad, yeah, Will the Wise said he wanted to do it next weekend, that work for you?” 

“I have to open next Saturday but if you guys are okay with starting around dinner time, that works for me? I can talk to Mrs. Byers and the Sinclairs about doing a sleepover, can you ask Dustin’s mom and see about giving Max a ride? I’m sure Nancy can let her mom know Mike will be staying over. What kind of snacks do you guys need? I can go to the store on Thursday when I’m off. I can rearrange the living room too…I’ll have to tidy up the guest rooms. Maybe Hopper has some extra firewood we could use and have a little bonfire too? I’ll see if Robin wants to come, we could watch some kind of movie while you play.” 

Steve’s in his own world and Eddie can almost hear the faint scratch of the pen he knows Steve is using to write out a checklist. The list will help keep Steve from forgetting anything, something that Steve has admitted he’s had some trouble with. Remembering the small things, that is. Has to write down dates and specific plans otherwise the day will creep up on him and he’ll only remember when one of the kids contacts him on the radio. It’s happened more times than he’s comfortable with, and now he writes everything down. Has a notebook near his home phone and even keeps a small handheld notebook in his car just in case. Eddie saw it once, accidentally sitting on it; got to see a page covered in bullet points. 

Eddie Physical Therapy MWF 2-3 PM!!

Dustin back from Camp Know Where on Tuesday the 17th

Eddie says to listen to Black Sabbath ??

Will and El staying over on the 3rd so Hopper and Mrs. Byers can go on date

Give Eddie back his vest ???

Oil Change

Ask Eddie

  But he couldn’t finish reading the list before Steve had grabbed the notebook to shove into the center console. 

“Stevie, sweetheart-” and he swears he can hear a stutter in Steve’s breath, “we can just order a couple pizzas and be fine. Don’t worry about getting specific snacks or anything. I’ll talk to Claudia and you know I’ll make sure Max gets there in one piece. Everyone’s gonna be excited just to play, let alone stay the night and get some of that breakfast casserole you always make for us.” He’s joking with his words and is rewarded with a chuckle from Steve. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll make it only when I get some help in the kitchen. Peeling and cutting all those potatoes is hard work. But yeah, we can order pizza for the group.” The stress has eased from his voice, and the Steve in Eddie’s mind’s eye is ripping away the previous notes to replace it with one that just says pizza for dinner and the ingredients for Steve’s breakfast casserole (potatoes, eggs, shredded cheese). 

“Uh-huh. You tell me when you stop needing the potatoes in perfect cubes and I’ll help. Little Stevie Homemaker has to have his food perfect otherwise no one’s allowed to eat it.” He teases again, pulling a strand of his hair to his mouth, chewing on the end slightly. 

~

Steve’s messing with something in the kitchen when Eddie and Max walk in. Max beelines to the living room, circling the coffee table before plopping down on the left side of the couch. Her hair is in two haphazard braids that Eddie knows El will offer to fix as soon as she walks in. She cuts her eyes to him and nods towards the kitchen, a knowing smirk on her face.

“Don’t look at me like that, Mayfield.” He pokes a finger in her direction and squints his eyes. The effect is lost on her though because she’s already turned back towards the TV, remote in hand, while he heads towards the kitchen. 

At least three cabinet doors are slammed shut before Eddie steps into the kitchen. Steve’s back is to him, a green T-shirt stretched across his back - his shoulders are tense and Eddie can almost see an exact outline of the boy’s shoulders. He can’t make out what he’s saying, but Steve’s mumbling as he works. There’s a towel covered bowl behind him on the island, but he’s pulling out smaller bowls and setting them on the counter next to the fridge. 

“What’s all this, Stevie?” And Steve jumps about 2 feet in the air at his voice, whipping around quick enough that his bangs settle back down on his head while he scowls at Eddie. 

“I thought I told you to be here at 6.” 

“And I thought I told you that we would order pizza tonight.” Eddie’s looking down at the homemade dough he sees sitting in the bowl he uncovered. Now that Steve’s turned around, he can see that he was pulling bowls out to dump toppings into. A jar of olives, cut green peppers, mushrooms, a bag of pepperoni, and a large bag of cheese - all the makings of a pizza, just no sauce. When he looks back to the boy in front of him, he’s wiping his hands on a gray towel he had over his shoulder. A light blush is on his cheeks, traveling down to the collar of his shirt - Eddie thinks if he didn’t have it on that pretty pink would travel further down his chest. He hears another mumble from Steve but he turns as he’s talking so he misses it, and Steve’s shoulders seem more tense than before. 

“What was that? Hey, please?” Eddie rounds the corner of the island and reaches a hand out to rest on Steve’s shoulder, turning him slightly. He’s looking down but lets Eddie turn him, hands slowing their fidgeting with the towel. 

“Mario’s pizza has too much grease, and this way all of the kids can put their own toppings on theirs.” 

Again, Eddie is reminded of how sweet Steve really is. He’s so glad he’s gotten to know this Steve instead of the “King” he thought the younger man was. His hand travels from Steve’s shoulder with a mind of its own, resting against his right cheek. If he moves his thumb slightly he could cover up the moles right there on Steve’s left cheek. Hazel eyes are hidden from him, Steve’s eyes closed as he leans slightly into the contact. 

Eddie really wants to kiss him. 

“Stevie…” His voice is little more than a whisper but Steve opens his eyes regardless. The light from the kitchen window highlights the gold in Steve’s eyes and Eddie’s breath stutters at what he sees there. 

Does Steve want to kiss him?

Loud knocking shocks both them and Eddie drops his hand like it’s been burned. “STEVE!! Why is your door locked? Let us in!!” Dustin’s voice is muffled only because there’s a door and room between them, and Steve rolls his eyes. 

“Let me go let them in, can you stir that for me?” Then he just nods towards a simmering pan on the stove like nothing happened. And Eddie can do nothing but nod once before watching Steve walk away. He hopes he’s not imagining how red Steve’s face is before he leaves the kitchen.

Maybe after the kids leave he and Steve can have a little chat - seems like Robin might be right. If he’s lucky maybe he’ll even get to kiss Steve before the night ends. 

But until then, he’ll stir Steve’s homemade pizza sauce and play the most distracted D&D game he’s ever played. He might’ve been through hell and back, with or without the Upside Down, but things might just be looking up for him now.

(Now with a part two!)

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@startrekwintergiftexchange

my gift for @monsterfisken

[cokowiii]

How the two ended up spending the day.

The first part

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i can't believe it's furby friday already

[darkacademicvibes]

We Think Similar Thoughts

Part Two

Lonely!fem!reader x Lonely!Remus

CW: sweet!Remus, swearing, mentions of The Prank, arguments, blood, kinda protective!reader, a hint of teasing!James, fighting, also a lot of mean!Remus...

☕︎︎

You never say you hate anything. It's the way you were raised, but Merlin's pride did you hate them.

You send yet another disappointed scowl at the three boys, and Remus can't help the warmth that spreads through his chest. It's been two months of getting to know you, and then once he was sure he could trust you (he was sure after you went on a rant about unfair rights for magical creatures which ended with you sending vicious glares to Malfoy for the rest of the day) he told you everything. He got quieter as he went on, despite your understanding behavior. As soon as he mentioned The Prank, you were ready to go to Azkaban. You were ready to use cruciatus curse on Sirius Black, and then stand in trial and declare proudly why you had done it.

As soon as he'd told you Sirius' excuse, his reasoning, you were ready to add murder to your charge.

You started staying with him in a room hidden behind the tapestry of Billigor the Jolly instead of your dorm, much to the anger of your older brother, who sent a strongly worded letter reminding you of the prank the marauders pulled on you last year, which you promptly ignored and left on top of your trunk, a mistake you don't intend to make again after you walked in on Remus staring at the floor with his head in his hands.

He spent the next three days apologizing and though it was unnecessary, it made you smile.

Remus' hand wraps gently around your wrist, and it sends tingles up your entire arm. "Stop glaring before your face freezes that way" he murmurs. You glare harder. "I'll live with it" you huff, and it makes him laugh. The sound has you turning to him with a small smile, which he returns as soon as he stops laughing.

"Don't look, but the boys are staring" Remus sighs. Sympathy curls along your shoulders, and you huff, standing up and making your way over to the marauders. Remus watches you walk, curious.

"Either stop staring or come sit with us" you state plainly, and Remus frowns from your table. Sirius moves to stand up and you point at him, "not you, Remus doesn't need you, he doesn't need anyone who uses his insecurities as some sort of sick personal gain" you snap before turning on James and Peter. "If you come sit with us, you cannot speak of what happened, you shut up and study, or you apologize and make normal conversation, like normal people. Talk about the weather for goodness sake" you make your way back to your table and Remus welcomes you back with a gentle smile.

"What was that about?" He murmurs as you both watch Sirius pack up James and Peters bags, Peter argues, but James allows it easily, tidying up his essay papers. "It's okay, Rem, just wait" James stands up and makes his way over, but Peter stays sitting with Sirius.

"Hey, can I sit?" Remus sends an unsure look your way when you smile and shuffle closer to Remus to make room for James. "Thanks, I'm James, it's nice to meet you" he introduces himself to you "officially" he adds. You nod, "y/n y/l/n, nice to meet you" Remus shuffles and his knee knocks yours gently. "Officially" you tack on jokingly, and his shoulders relax a little as he let's out a small laugh.

"Moon- uh, Remus?" Amber eyes meet hazel ones, and James smiles weakly. "I'm sorry, I know we shouldn't have forgiven Sirius so easily" he admits, and Remus' hand rests gently on your knee. "It's okay, Prongs, I know he's like a brother to you, especially when you told him you-" Remus cuts himself off, glancing at you before looking back at him. "Y'know" he finishes, and you frown before deciding not to ask. You didn't ask about Remus' scars or why he disappears once every month and turns up in the hospital wing the next morning and he told you in his own time.

James smiles sadly, "yeah" Remus sends you a greatful smile, and sadness prickles at your palms. You're glad Remus has one of his old friends back, but what if he gets them all back and then disappears? What if he gets his friends back and suddenly has no time for you anymore? As much as you hate it, doubt manages to lodge itself in between your ribs.

You continue your alchemy essay on the pidiflud potion, which forces the drinker to say whatever is on their mind, no matter what it is. Hungry? Announced. Insecure? Announced. Busy? Announced. Disgusted? Very much announced.

Remus stops talking to James for a moment, placing his hand on your back gently as his right hand points out a few mistakes, telling you how to fix them. "Thanks" you murmur distractedly, and Remus frowns, staring at you for a long moment.

Remus leans into you, mumbling into your ear, "you okay? You're real quiet" you pause for a moment, almost dropping your quill. "M'fine, Rem, just keep talking to James" you don't mean to sound bitter, but even you can tell that you sound hurt. Remus frowns before chuckling softly, his hand slipping further around your back to dig his fingers into your side. "You want my attention?" He asks teasingly, and you shrug, nodding a little.

"Want as much as I can have before you forget about me" you sigh quietly, and he frowns. "M'not gonna forget about you, y/n, you're my friend now, that's not gonna change just cause I have James again" he assures you, but something in you whispers the opposite, and you sigh. Remus shakes his head and pulls you into his side, resting his chin on your shoulder as he returns his focus on his herbology essay. James sends you a knowing smile as you relax into Remus' side, fixing the last mistake Remus pointed out to you before continuing your essay.

James's knee bumps yours and when you look up at him, he grins cheekily, glancing down and Remus' left hand, toying with the hem of your skirt with his arm wrapped around your back, you frown, confused. Sitting like this is pretty common for the two of you, it has been ever since you found a muggle book on love languages and found that yours is physical touch while Remus' is words of affirmation.

You shrug it off and turn back to your essay, feeling a little more reassured.

☕︎

You miss Remus.

It's been twelve days and seven hours since you managed to get James to sit with the two of you (but who's counting?), and a few days later, Sirius' encouragements convinced Peter to apologize to Remus as well and now both you and Sirius have been left behind. Remus tries making time for you, but he's trying to make up for two months of missed time with two of his best friends, you can't bring yourself to be mad about it, especially when he looks so happy, but he eats with them, walks to class with them, studies with them, and he's moved back into the dorm.

The most time you've spent together over the last two weeks was in alchemy when he sat beside you before being pulled away by professor Featherton, who paired Remus up with some Ravenclaw girl, and watching them laugh together makes your stomach twist.

"You okay?" You jump and turn to face the voice, frowning when Sirius Black stands in front of you, looking tired and miserable. You turn away and start packing up your things. "I'm fine" you mutter, sending one last longing glance at the way Remus leans closer to the Ravenclaw to read over her paragraph. You scoff when she shuffles closer than necessary to ask a question, and Sirius let's out a small laugh. Remus glances over just as Sirius helps you tidy up, frowning when he sees the way you pause before hesitantly allowing him to help you.

"Thanks for caring about Remus, I know it's one of the easiest things in the world, but I'm still glad he has you" Sirius admits as you finish packing your bag, handing you the last essay. You take it with a sigh, holding it close to your chest. "When he wants me, I'm here. Just like I am for everyone else" you smile sadly, and Remus tenses as he hears you. Did you really think you would have to write him first if you wanted to stay in contact? Did you actually believe he was like your other 'friends'? The thought makes bile rise in his throat.

It gets worse when he hears Sirius comfort you.

"I'm sure he's just catching up with the guys, I see the way he is with you, he really cares" Sirius smiles and steps back. "I know I'm not someone you wanna a be around, anyway, so I'll go. But if you ever need anything, feel free to ask. I owe you, even if it wasn't for anyone else" Remus stands up, making his way over to you and tossing an arm around your shoulders.

"Oi, bugger off, yeah? She doesn't want you around" Remus snaps, and you frown. "Remus, I know you're mad at him but he was just helping me out" you huff, pushing his arm off of your shoulders, as soon as his arm falls to his side, you regret it.

"I'm not defending him, but he was just trying to be nice," you add on, and Remus scowls, crossing his arms. "Yeah, bein' nice, that's how he gets girls into his bed just so he can ditch them after." Remus glares at his old friend, and Sirius looks away, ashamed.

"Remus!" You hiss, shocked at his words. The way he said it sounded like he was accusing you of something, and you almost flinched. "Pump and dump, right Pads?" The way Remus spits out the familiar nickname has Sirius clenching his jaw, both anger and guilt forcing their way down his throat.

"Y'know. One and done, love it and leave it, nut and bolt, hit it and quit it, smash and dash" Remus snaps, "whatever you call it, it's still Sirius' specialty, ain't that right, Black?" He asks. It's rhetorical, but Sirius nods once anyway, refusing to look at either of you.

"Remus!" You stare at the - usually - sweet boy, astounded, and disappointed. Remus turns to you, anger flaring in his amber eyes. "What? I'm just saying what we're all thinking. Sirius Black is a whore, nothing new about it" he snaps, and your jaw drops. "Anything to disappoint his family, not that he needs any help with that" Remus growls out.

Sirius delivers the first punch.

"Fuck you, Remus." Sirius snaps back. You gasp and take a step forwards. "Stop it, both of you!" You shout over their insults and threats. Remus steps towards Sirius and you place your hand on his chest to stop him, this is escalating too quickly for you to keep up.

Sirius gently pushes you back before Remus punches him in the stomach, ignoring the part of him saying it was because he touched you, Sirius staggers before punching Remus in the nose.

You try to grab Remus' arm as he stumbles, his eyes watering, but he pulls his arm out of your grip roughly, and it pushes you back.

You trip over your bag, and halfway down, you feel something, and then everything goes black as you briefly hear the two boys fighting.

☕︎

"-all your fault" someone snaps.

"I know, believe me, I know" another answers, voice cracking.

"If you'd just-"

"James, he knows! Get off his back, it was my fault, really"

"No, it wasn't, I pushed her. I should have noticed"

"No, I hit you first, she was trying to stop it, just blame me"

"Great fucking godric! It was both of your faults, now shut the hell up and get over here, she's waking up"

You huff and slowly, open your eyes. The stupid hospital wing ceiling stares back at you, reminding you of the familiar phantom pain the marauders caused so long ago.

Your head pounds and you close your eyes again. Someone takes your hand and you glance at them, pulling your hand out of Sirius Blacks. "What happened?" You sit up. Remus tries pushing you back down gently, but you swat away his hand and look at the four boys surrounding you. You decide to turn to Peter.

"Peter?" He nods and steps forwards, sitting on the edge of your hospital wing bed and explaining what happened when you hit your head.

"I'm so sorry" Sirius mumbles as you lift your hand to brush over the cut on your head, you wince at the pressure and James hands you a small mirror. You thank him and look into it. There's a thin cut along your temple, curling slightly, and surrounded by a harsh yellow and purple bruise. You sigh and place the mirror down, making to stand up. Sirius tries to stop you but you bat his hand away too.

"Quit it you two, I'm fine" you huff, standing easily, despite the pounding in your head. You knew getting between two people fighting was stupid, but you didn't want either of them getting hurt.

You glance at Remus and Sirius, noticing Sirius' bloody knuckles and black eye, and the blood staining Remus' shirt, some left over dried blood just under his nose, his own knuckles bruised to all hell.

"You idiots" you huff, rolling your eyes. "I swear on James' life, if you ever fight each other again I'll whack you both around the head." James sends you his best what-the-fuck-am-i-included-for look and you shrug silently, grabbing the familiar jumper off of the chair beside your bed, and pulling it on, wincing when it brushes your temple. Peter huffs and steps towards you, tipping your head up to look at him, and turning it to the side. "That's my work you're bein' so careless of" he huffs. You'd forgotten he offered to help Madam Pomfrey when she first arrived as the new healer.

"Sorry Pete" you sigh, looking up at the boy. He smiles down at you, his shaggy dark blonde hair starting to fall into his eyes. "You've not messed the tape up, but be careful, Remus said you don't want magical healing so I've tried it the muggle way, it might scar" you shrug as he let's go of your chin, stepping back. "I'll be all cool and tough, like Rem and Sirius" you grin. Sirius pauses, frowning, before glancing down and realizing what you mean. The nasty scar on his wrist his mother gave him the first time she ever use a certain unforgivable on him, he'd fallen into the dining table and shattered an old vase. He doesn't remember much after that.

"These two are friends again" James announces, clapping his hands awkwardly after a long moment of silence, and you scoff. "Men, smack each other silly and you'll be just fine again!" You state, your voice rising a little as you roll your eyes.

Peter shares a knowing grin with James. You certainly didn't need to know that Remus and Sirius both care for you, in different ways, and for different reasons, yes. But care is still care, no matter what kind.

"Yeah, you know us men, a good punch solves a bunch of problems" James snickers.

You send him a suspicious glance and he smiles innocently at you as Sirius and Remus share an awkward smile.

"Boys are so weird" you mutter, making your way past the four boys in question. They follow after you and you allow them, waving goodbye to Pomfrey as you pass by. The boys talk quietly, catching up and making silly jokes, making sure to include you, and warmth spreads through your stomach when James tosses an arm over your shoulder and asks you to hang out with them at breakfast tomorrow morning.

"I guess" you sigh dramatically. "But if anyone throws a punch I'm just gonna watch this time" you joke weakly, but the four boys laugh, and you can't help but grin.

"Y/n? Hey, can I talk to you?" You turn around, and the boys stop as well. "Oh! Hey Corey, " you smile at your alchemy partner. "Ask away." Corey grins and steps closer, glancing nervously at the four boys with you. "Will you go out with me this weekend?"

"The fuck did you just ask her?"

[katnisspeetaprim]

Happy Birthday Old Man!

Min Yoongi/Reader (Part of the LS series)

Summary: It's Yoongis birthday and you can't help but pop into his live to terrorise him every now and then. Plus a birthday blow job.

Warnings: female reader, reader is from Europe but no country specified, aging?, oral (m relieving) kissing, fluff,swearing.

word Count: 1240 M.list

‘Presents, what did I get this year?’ Yoongi looked up in thought before continuing.

‘I can show you what Y/N got me, hold on.’ He stood up and moved out of camera view before coming back, your gift to him in hand.

‘She got me a few things but I have this here.’ He held a small jewellery  box up to the camera. Inside was a simple white gold ring with, my love and the date you met engraved onto the delicate metal. He was smiling coyly as he showed off the ring.

‘It’s a little big so we need to get it re sized.’ The comments were gushing about the cute gift, but ARMY wanted to know what else you had gotten him.

‘I think I’ll keep the rest private.’ He laughed lightly.

‘Are you going to Indonesia?’ Somebody in chat asked.

‘I’ll be going to Indonesia, Jakarta.’ He answered with a blank stare. It was then that your name appeared in chat. He quickly leaned forwards and narrowed his eyes slightly.

‘Oh Y/N is here.’ His eyes skimmed your message before he rolled his eyes playfully and leaned back, now with a wide gummy smile.

‘You know Europe is a part of the world too right?’ You are from Europe and were quite frankly shocked when he told you there were no European dates. You were offended on behalf of all European ARMY.

‘Yah! Don’t be bitter with me! We will go to your home town together at some point I promise.’

‘My mom likes my hair long. She was upset when I cut it.’ He was talking about how his hair was constantly changing and what he should change it to now that he was 30.

‘My mom likes it long but Y/N prefers it like this so either way I can’t win.’ He chuckled and crossed his arms.

‘Oh well. I can’t please everyone.’

‘I’m 30 years old.’ It was now past midnight so it was officially his birthday.

‘Happy birthday old man! I love you!.’ You typed out into his chat.

‘You really aren’t that much younger than me Y/N.’ He smirked into the camera.

‘Guys, Y/N is bullying me on my birthday.’

‘I’m going to blast 30 by Bo Burnham when you get home tonight!’ You once again chime in.

‘Aish...I’m not going home tonight guys. An ARMY out there want to take me in?’ Of course the chat exploded with people begging to take him up on the offer.

He did go home that night obviously. Even though it was past 1AM, you hadn’t been able to see each other all day, so you made the effort to wait up for him.

He found you sitting in the living room, flicking through his photobook when he entered the apartment.

‘Happy birthday Yoongi!’ You sprung up and threw your arms around his neck. He chuckled as he returned your embrace.

‘You didn’t have to wait up for me you know.’

‘Of course I did, it’s your birthday.’ You moved back and gave him a tight smile, before you swiftly pulled him down for an affectionate kiss.

‘I love you.’ You breathed against his lips. You felt him smile back.

‘I love you too jagi.’ You gave him another quick peck before fully pulling back and taking his hand in yours.

‘Come on.’ He followed behind as you lead him to the sofa. You stood in front of him, biting your lip as you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to sit.

‘You want a birthday treat baby?’ You tried to sound sexy as you sank to your knees between his thighs.

‘I’m defiantly not gonna say no to that.’ He smirked down at you, rubbing his thighs in anticipation. He  could already feel himself becoming hard in his pants.

You made short work of his trousers, tugging them down along with his boxers. He eagerly raised his hips to help you. You grasped his erection and started pumping to get him fully hard. Yoongi rolled his eyes shut and let out a small breath as he rested his head on the back of the sofa.

You stopped your hand movement at the base of his dick, leaning down and running your tongue along the underside and right up to the head. You fluttered your eyelashes at him as you placed a small kiss on his tip, before taking him fully in your mouth. Yoongi moaned out as you took him in, hand coming to rest on the back of your head.

‘Ah shit yeah Y/N.’

You smirked around his dick, bobbing your head up and down, wrapping your tongue around him as you did so. Your movements slowed for a moment allowing you to take him right to the back of your throat, lips connecting with his pubic bone. Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips, causing you to choke around him and pull away for a second.

‘Fuck, sorry jagi.’ He was out of breath as he spoke, hand coming up to your head to push you back down. You slid your lips back over him, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes as he hit the back of your throat again. Yoongi’s breathing had started to become laboured as you worked, letting out breathy moans every so often. You could tell he was close, the way he was rolling his hips, eyes squeezed shut and loud moans escaping him. You took this as a sign to increase your movement speed.

‘Wait- wai- stop!’ He stuttered out, pushing your head away from him.

‘What?’ You looked at him in confusion, wiping at your bottom lip.

‘I want to cum on your tits.’ Luckily you had worn a low cut top that day, so he lent down and hooked his fingers into the front of your shirt, pulling it down and exposing your breasts. He stood up and started jerking himself off above you. You gave him a sly smirk as you looked up at him, licking your lips as you did so. Your hands came up to your chest and pushed your breasts together, making sure to tease him by playing with your nipples.

‘Ah fuck, I’m cumming!’ He whined out before he let himself go, thick ropes of cum landing on your breasts. He allowed himself to catch his breath before pulling up his pants and underwear. He smiled at you as he reached his hand down to help you up.

‘Ag hold on.’ He stammered when he noticed the mess he made on your chest. He grabbed some tissue and started to clean you up, a warm smile spread across your face at the loving gesture.

Once you were clean, he fixed your shirt and opened his arms wide for you to step into, which you gladly did. You stood on your toes to bring him into a kiss, hands resting on either side of his neck.

‘Happy birthday again Yoongi.’

‘Always know how to make it special huh jagi?’ You rolled your eyes at him, before resting your head on his warm chest.

‘In the morning I was thinking we could order breakfast? I would make you something but I’d probably burn it.’ You giggled, thinking about your terrible cooking skills.

‘Ordering in sounds good.’ He laughed back, taking your hand and leading you to bed. Neither of you got much sleep that night.

@jjaelly

[downtherabbitholethatisanime]

Here's my gift for @echo-bat-location for the @honzuki-exchange :D

Final whirling practice for rozemyne before graduation

[lionar0und]

(Since I saw you wanted spam, I shall try to oblige. lol.) Can I have a scenario with Leona and his S/O relaxing by the waterhole in the dorm, but Leona refuses to get in the water. So the S/O would call, "Leona, I have a cramp! Please help me out of the pool!" And when he walks over they just pull him into the water.

Leona x Reader - Pool Peril

Gn! Reader

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You just wanted him to get into the water. That was it; so why was he being so stubborn?

“No,” Leona snarled, practically hissing at the water as you floated around on your inner tube peacefully. “I don’t do water.”

“Is that why you don’t shower?” You retorted cheekily, listening to him growl lowly in response.

“Watch it,” The warning tone meant nothing to you as you formulated a plan.

You watched as your lazy lion stretched and got comfortable in his beach chair. So you bolted; swimming enthusiastically to the other side before letting out a loud, dramatic yelp.

Leona shot up, eyes wide. “Pumpkin!?”

“Cramp! Cramp, Sevens it hurts, Leona help me out!” You cried, watching as he ran over.

5….

“Hey, ok, I’m coming!”

4….

3….

“Hey I’m here, come ere’”

2….

You grabbed his hand and smiled like a Leech Twin.

1.

And with that, you pulled him into the water.

He yowled loudly; rapidly pulling himself up and clinging to the ladder near by. He was gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. Water dripped off his long hair, rolling down him rapidly. Despite the fact he looked completely mortified, both strong arms curled around the right side of the ladder.

“What the hell!?” He wailed, frantically wiping at his eyes. Damn chlorine! Why did it have to hurt eyes so badly!?

With sudden anxiety you frowned. “Sorry…..I just wanted you to swim with me…..you’re always napping, y’know?”

He softened, then sighed. He pulled over a randomly drifting donut floaty and curled up on it. “Come ‘ere.”

“Alright….” He tugged you up onto the donut with him. “This all you wanted?”

“Yeah….”

He let out a small, happy huff. “Now we both win.”

Unfortunately for you, after falling asleep on the donut floaty (that you later found out he snatched from Ruggie) you woke up with a horrid sunburn.

Totally worth it.

[dragooned-speaks]

Day 25: ImpulseSV!

[orchid-151]

Hey Jay, has there ever been a time where Ari nearly gave you and Valkyrie a heart attack by doing something reckless and dangerous?

Valkyrie: "Jay had thought he lost her one day..."

Jay: "Aaaaarrrriiiiii?!?! Where are you?!?!?"

Valkyrie: "But don't worry, he eventually found her... haha."

Jay: "HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE!?!?!?"

Baby Ari: "Da~❤️"

[sunsingersart]

@sillyseiya happy holidays!! this is the peice i did for @superfamsecretsanta, where Kon decides to introduce his friends to some of the superfamily

[monitorchakas]

@khaaans-pecs For Cruelty and Creativity Forerunner Saga fandom exchange, Bornstellar Makes Eternal Awkward face while flexing 🤣

This was fun bestie!!!

[macverse]

Yuletide

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It's Christmas and you finally have time alone with your super soldier

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A/N: Thank you's too @empty-sigh(18+), @moderndaymystic, @sarahdonald87 (18+), and @babyjakes (18+), @daddyneeds-you (18+), @serephineh, @bloodbending, @fucktoyfelix (18+), @fandomfluffandfuck (18+), @quinnandersonwrites for inspo, motivation and reference content.

I do not write smut y'all. I was blushing all the way through this. Not because of the smut. Because I was writing it. I read things like this all the time. Writing it was an experience! But the idea had to let out and here we are. I'm glad all of these beautiful people's pages exist and help me through this fic. Thank you.

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“Y/N, come here,” Steve calls you from the living room, “What is this.”

You’d spent most of the afternoon making the living room in the rented cabin nestled in the woods feel cozy and inviting. It had been a while since you and Steve had had any time alone together and you wanted to make it special. You found an abundance of candles in the store closets and piled every cozy blanket and pillow over every seating surface and on the floor. You imagined Steve would have you moaning and writhing all over the room and couldn’t wait to feel the soft chunky knit pillows and faux fur blankets on your overstimulated skin. 

You transformed the living room while Steve was outside chopping firewood. While you raced around the cabin for supplies, you stopped for a moment to watch him through a window that looked out over the yard. You felt your breath quicken as he swung the axe up and over his head as if it were nothing, easily gliding through log after log, the large snowflakes steadily falling around him. Something about the steady and repetitive thwack of the axe caused your attention to hone in on the space between your thighs. Nothing about the simple act of chopping wood should have made you feel aroused but your body tingled in all the right places as you watched Steve’s muscles work under the tight, long-sleeved shirt he wore as he worked through the pile of wood. 

When Steve came back in, you’d pretended nothing was going on as he placed the basket filled with the large pile of wood he carried inside. You handed him a steaming hot cup of coffee and diverted him from the living room by telling him you’d started the shower so that it would be nice and warm. He kissed you sweetly and headed off to the shower none the wiser to what you’d been up to. You were supposed to be making Steve an apple pie while you’d been purposefully redecorating. You tried to make up for lost time weaving the lattice top and didn’t hear him as he snuck by, finding your surprise before you had meant to reveal it.

“With the way that snow is coming down out there, I thought we could spend some time together however you’d like,” you said feigning innocence, “You’ve just finished a long mission, Steve. I thought maybe I could help you relax.”

Steve looks around the room, taking in the near fire-starting amount of candles and all the plush items before turning to look at you, “You did all this for me, dollface?”

You nod sweetly in reply and slowly unbutton the thick cable knit cardigan you’d had on to keep warm. Underneath, you had on a cropped wrap top that gently cupped your naked breasts and a long peasant skirt that would easily slip from your body the minute you unbuckled the belt from your waist. You shivered slightly as the warmer material fell to the ground. When you saw Steve's eyes darken as he took in your exposed skin you knew that you’d be warm enough soon. It wasn’t just the sight of your exposed body that was turning his mood. It was the sight of every tattoo on your skin. 

The first time you'd done anything sexual with Steve, he'd paid special attention to the places where your original tattoos were. When you’d met him, you’d only had a few simple, small tattoos. The change in his mood over the few lines of ink surprised you. He gripped your hip almost too roughly where you had an outlined heart. He licked and nipped at your skin with his teeth, alternating between your sensitive nipples and catching your skin just below the swell of your breasts where you had a line of text. His large hands securely held down and stroked your wrist where you had your favorite book quote as he drove into you. Long gone was the good ‘ol boy routine that had swept you off your feet. It was replaced with something primal, darker, and hungry. 

Afterward, he’d asked you about them. It wasn’t just curiosity. Steve wanted to know what they meant. Wanting to know why you got them. Wanted to know how you felt when you were getting them. It made you feel as if he was making sure that your tattoos were not connected to anyone other than you. That was when he confessed to you how much he liked tattoos. Told you about how it made him feel, to see the ink permanently there on someone’s skin. How hard it made him to see something he’d drawn on someone's skin. How uncontrollably he felt when he saw it if he’d put it there himself. How much the idea of permanently marking someone like that turned him on.

He’d confessed how badly he’d wanted one himself but never could because the super soldier serum running through his veins was constantly healing him and erasing any ink he’d put on his skin. You’d asked him if he wanted to do that to you, to mark your skin. That was the first time you’d seen his mood turn like this, a dark lust building in his eyes. They burned with the desire that heated you to your core. He was back on you before you realized, filling your already aching cunt with his quickly hardening cock, his voice several octaves lower cut right through you as he said over and over again ‘yes’, ‘mine’, ‘gonna mark you’, ‘all fucking mine’.

That was when he started lovingly mapping out the tattoos that adorn your skin now...

Read the rest on my AO3.

[mayhems-cannon]

if i were God's strongest soldier i would be the world's number one videogame yaoi doujin messenger

[chaoticgremlinbrainspace]

take this as you will

[dailyfleshcousin]

day 7