#when they start dating and they hang out a bunch up until… a skip or smth? when wtsmts happen and thats a bit of a turning point

[waywardsalt]

i feel like im knawing on wood thinking about ideas for the extended ganonbeck thing when im not even fucking done with where the seas meet the sands yet

[hellfirenacht]

Wing Man Part 2

No beta, we die like men and edit in post.

Fic Summary: Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie. 

Chapter Summary: You and Steve go hang out at the Palace Arcade with a bunch of high schoolers and pit two against each other in air hockey.

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Part 1

Steve learned more in the next half hour about Eddie Munson than he ever wanted to know. Eddie had been in a band since middle school, and he played guitar. Eddie hadn’t started the Hellfire Club, but had taken it over three years ago and had been the designated DM ever since. Eddie probably sold drugs, but wouldn’t sell to freshmen. Eddie had picked out Dustin and Mike in the lunchroom after they had been banished from every other table. Eddie knew everything about metal music and sometimes skipped class to sleep in his van. Eddie lived in a trailer with his uncle Wayne and was probably going to graduate this year. Eddie was just so cool and Dustin clearly looked up to him.

Eddie also had long hair. Well, at least that was something you had been specific about.

“Do you think he’d be interested in going on a date with her?” Steve asked after Dustin had finished gushing about Eddie.

“Maybe?” Dustin said. “He doesn’t talk about his dating life much. We mostly just talk about music and D&D.”

Steve could have strangled him. “Dustin, you just spent the past half hour talking about him, knowing that this was to help her get a date. What do you mean ‘maybe’?”

“Look, I’m just giving you the information I have.” Dustin said. “If you want you could come to a Hellfire meeting and bring her along to meet him.” Once again he had a shit-eating grin that Steve was quickly losing tolerance for.

“We don’t go there anymore, we’re not gonna be allowed on campus.” Steve said. “Can’t you just, I don’t know, help set up some sort of meeting outside of school?”

Dustin thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers. “Sidequest day!” he said.

“Side- what?”

“Sidequest day! Sometimes Hellfire Club will meet up at the arcade to play games. Eddie will sometimes give buffs or inspiration for the game if we win tickets or get a high score.” Dustin explained.

“You’re speaking an alien language, Henderson.” Steve sighed.

“Just come to the arcade next Saturday and bring her.” Dustin instructed. “We can introduce them, and you can try and play matchmaker.”

It was as good a plan as any, and more importantly it was convenient. It would probably mean skipping out on a potential date but you’d already done so much for him that he’d be willing to give up a Saturday night to help you. He just needed to get you one date, and if that happened to be with Eddie Munson of all people then so be it.

“Fine, we’ll be there.” Steve agreed.

“Good!” Dustin smiled. “Now, about the campaign he’s running-”

Steve would let Dustin ramble for the rest of the shift about the campaign until you came out to politely kick Dustin out when you and Steve closed.

Going out on a Saturday night proved to be more tricky than expected. You were the only one who could reliably work on Saturday nights, being the only one willing to do so. It had taken a lot of pushing and some bribery to have Keith agree to take your shift for the night. He owed you anyway for all the times you had covered for him.

Steve hadn’t told you the full truth about what the plan was. He had only said that since you were a weirdo, he’d take you to the arcade where other weirdos might be. It didn’t make a whole lot of sense to you since you’d been to the arcade plenty of times and it was mostly kids there. It didn’t seem like the ideal spot to flirt with guys, but he knew more about this stuff than you did.

He told you to meet him outside the arcade at 6:30, and to look good. You had insisted that you always looked good, but you at least made sure to wear something that made you feel confident and followed up the same with your hair and make up. When was the last time you had an excuse to really put in effort? You looked presentable at work, but this was different. Your reflection in the mirror after you had put yourself together made you feel good. Even if tonight was a total bust on the flirting front, at least you knew you looked good.

It was 6:20 when you showed up at the arcade, and Steve showed up at 6:35. The past fifteen minutes had you watching excited kids and tired parents and disgruntled older siblings enter the building. If you were going to be completely honest, this didn’t seem very promising.

“So, I’m going to be frank with you, everyone here looks either way too young or too old for me.” you said as you both made your way inside. “The only person I’ve seen close to my age hanging around here is Keith and, Harrington, I swear if your end of the bargain is making me go on a date with him, I am firing you on the spot.”

“You can’t fire me.” Steve snorted.

“I can set you on fire.”

“I’m not setting you up with Keith!” he promised, holding his hands up. “I just think that this is a place where a lot of weirdos could hang out. And hey, if there’s no one here that’s interesting we could at least play some games or something.”

“Steve, I have a very serious question for you.” You turned to look him dead in the eyes. “This isn’t you trying to be my date, right? I know you’ve been overloading on romcoms with all the dates you’ve been going on. Please tell me this isn’t some sort of half-ass way to take me on an arcade date so you can say you got me a date.”

“What? No. You’re the one watching too many romcoms here.” Steve accused. “You turned me down, I get it, you have terrible taste. I accept this about you- ow!”

Steve winced as you smacked the back of his head. “Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure. Let’s just play some games for now, I’m really not seeing anyone our age around here.”

As the two of you made your way around the arcade, Steve kept an eye on the time. Dustin had told Steve that ‘Sidequest Day’ (whatever that meant) would be starting at 7:00. He just needed to keep you entertained for a half hour and then the club would show up.

Lucky for him, you were actually very easy to keep entertained. You bounced around from game to game, with eager enthusiasm often getting distracted by the many blinking lights and sounds from all the machines. You didn’t even notice it when a group of guys walked in all wearing the same shirt.

Steve noticed though.

“Henderson!” He called out, casually.

“Steve!” Dustin walked up to him. “What a surprise, I did not expect to see you at the arcade tonight!”

You looked up from a cabinet that you were considering playing, that was a weird tone of voice Dustin had used. One that seemed- no it was suspicious. Steve and Dustin had definitely planned on meeting here tonight. They really were not as smooth as they thought they were. But who were you to spoil a plan? You decided to roll with it.

“Hey, Dustin!” You said walking over to the pair. “Good to see you again.”

“They let you leave the Family Video?” Dustin asked. “The way Steve talked, you’d think they kept you chained to the front desk.”

“Union rules say that they have to let me leave at least once a week for mandatory enrichment time.” you joked. “Somehow I got lucky and got a Saturday off.”

You looked over Dustin, and his bright open button up on top of his Hellfire Club shirt. You had vague memories about that club in high school.

“Hellfire Club... I remember that from when I was in school.” you said after a moment. “Yeah, wasn’t it Chris Morrison that ran it?” You turned towards Steve.

“How would I know? I was popular.” Steve said.

“Yeah, I think he was the leader until he graduated and then Eddie took over.” Dustin said, looking down at his shirt. “I think he said that the club was a lot smaller back then.”

“Yeah well Chris was a dick who didn’t actually want anyone joining his super secret club.” you huffed, rolling your eyes.

“Wait, you knew him?” Dustin’s eyes widened.

“That’s a strong word, but we were in the same grade. I tried to ask him about the club once but he blew me off and told me I wasn’t smart enough to understand the game. So I got a copy of the rule book and spent the next few weeks memorizing it out of spite.” you snorted.

Steve looked at you like you had lost your mind (fair), and Dustin looked like he couldn’t believe what you’d just said (impressed).

“...Anyway, I see a lot of the same shirt running around now. I take it that Hellfire isn’t as closed off now?” you asked.

“Uh, yeah!” Dustin said. “The new leader- Eddie- he’s a lot more open to people joining. He’s the one who invited me and Mike to join.”

You looked over at where Mike was leaning over a cabinet in concentration. He didn’t come into Family Video as often as Dustin did to bother Steve, but he had come in enough for you to witness the kid shoot up about a foot in the past few months.

“It’s alarming how fast he’s growing.” you said. “Well, I’m glad that it’s more open now and that you’re having fun with it.”

“Yeah, Eddie’s great, you should meet him!” Dustin said.

You stared at him, and slowly looked over to Steve whos’ face had met his palm.

“Steve.” you said slowly. “Did you bring me to the arcade to meet a highschooler?”

“He’s twenty!” Both Dustin and Steve said in unison. You weren’t sure if that was better or worse.

You knew that the dating pool would be limited for you, but you didn’t think it would be that narrow. Still, beggars couldn’t be choosers, and if Dustin and Steve both vouched for this guy it couldn’t be that bad, right?

“Oh boy.” you sighed. “Alright, I’ll play along. Does this guy know I’m supposed to be meeting him?”

“Nope!” Dustin said. “He doesn’t have a clue.”

“Wait, did you tell Dustin about our deal, Steve?” you asked.

“I needed help and he happened to have a new older male friend that happens to be a freak.” Steve said nonchalantly. Well, this was going to be a very interesting night.

“He’s more than just a freak, you know.” frowned Dustin.

You racked your brain trying to think back to your time in high school, trying to remember if you knew any Eddie’s. In all honesty, you never were good at noticing people outside of your own circle of friends. How some people seemed to know everyone's full name and popularity rank was beyond you. Hawkins High had 2000 students, like how did people even know that much? Who had the time? Who cared?

While Dustin and Steve continued their odd squabble, you looked around the arcade for this mystery person. Nope, still nothing but not-age-appropriate high schoolers. Oh well, the Q*bert cabinet was free, and playing a round was better than standing around nervously to meet someone who had no idea they were being set up to meet you.

Damn, poor guy had no idea what he was getting himself into tonight. You felt a little bad that you were potentially crashing his club’s night out. If this went bad, you were putting Steve on backroom duty for a month.

“Where are you going?” Dustin asked as you walked off.

“I’m gonna play a game,” you said, putting your quarter in the machine. “Let me know when this guy shows up because I cannot take the suspense.”

“You know, this is why it’s hard to get you a date. You keep saying you’re interested and then the second you have a chance to meet someone you change the subject.” Steve sighs, leaning against the machine.

“Who are you, my therapist?” You asked, focusing on the game. “I know you’re right. If I’m going to be completely honest with you I am actually nervous about meeting someone. I’m sure that it’ll be fine and I have no real expectations but it’s still hard to put yourself out there.”

“I’ve been putting myself out there for months and had a two month dry streak.” he pointed out as Dustin stepped behind you and watched you play.

“You’re King Steve. People will like you no matter if they date you or not. You’re popular, as you love to keep reminding me.” You didn’t take your eyes from the screen.

“Yeah, well I was also a total dick in high school.” Steve admitted. “I fucked up a lot and pissed a lot of people off because I thought I was hot shit. If you want the honest truth, I’d probably be a better person if I hadn’t tried so hard to be popular. It took getting my ass kicked for me to realize that.”

“It’s true, he got his ass beat a lot this summer.” Dustin piped up which earned a glare from Steve.

You thought this over, the movement of the character on screen helping you think. “If I wasn’t enough for anyone in Hellfire when I was a junior, if I wasn’t enough for the freaks when I was a weirdo in school, why would I be now?”

“Because Chris Morrison was a dick!” Dustin yelled out, far louder than he really should have.

“Jesus, Dustin we are right here!” you said, shaking your head.

“Henderson is right.” a new voice said from behind you. “Morrison was the biggest asshole that Hellfire has ever seen. Worst DM too.”

The voice was lower in tone than Steve’s, and there was an energy to it that made everything else background noise. This new person was very sure of themselves, and you had a very bad feeling of who was going to be standing behind you as soon as you turned around.

You focused even harder on the game.

“I had one conversation with him in Junior year and promised myself to never talk to him again.” you said, trying to calm yourself. He definitely did not sound like a high schooler, which was a good sign. You risked a glance at Steve who looked like he didn’t know what to make of the newcomer. That was a bad sign. Maybe.

“Yeah well I wouldn’t have kept talking to him if I could have helped it.” This voice- you were going to just assume it was Eddie, said. “I didn’t think you were the type to hang out at the arcade, Harrington.”

“I’m not.” Steve said. “I am only here for a friend.” Steve gestured to you, smacking your hand on ‘accident�� and making you die. “Whoops.”

It was clear he had done that completely on purpose. Backroom duty for a week.

“Thanks, Steve.” you said and turned around slowly to face this new person.

Oh, you were going to murder Steve Harrington into the ground dead. The man before you- and he was definitely a man- was unfortunately for you, completely your type. Long wavy brown hair fell just past his shoulders onto a denim vest covered in buttons and patches over a leader jacket. He was also wearing a Hellfire Club t-shirt and you glanced a quick look at his ripped jeans and wallet chain.

You wished that you would have warned Steve that you were never your types’ type. This was doomed before it even started. But that was a freeing thought in a way, you weren’t going to be this guy's type so that meant you didn’t have to try. If Steve could hear your thoughts, he’d probably get pissed at you for already giving up, but that was fine.

“Oh uh, Eddie, this is Steve and his co-worker.” Dustin said, introducing you by your name and title. “They both went to Hawkins High.”

“Nice to meet you.” you reached out and offered your hand, and he took it. Eddie’s hand was warm and you got a glance at chunky silver rings on his fingers. There was an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite read; he was smiling but also seemed to be studying you.

“I know who King Steve is.” Eddie said in a way that made Steve roll his eyes. “When did you go to school?” he asked.

“I graduated in ‘83.” you said, looking at him. His eyes were very round and expressive, and he was still studying you. There was something familiar about him that you couldn’t place your finger on. Then again, he was only a little younger than you so you probably saw him in school.

That was good enough for Eddie as he dropped your hand and turned back to Dustin. “So, Henderson. Are you going to keep standing there talking, or are you going to earn that magic dice roll you’ve been talking about all week?”

You’d never seen Henderson look nervous around Steve, but there was tension in Dustin’s shoulders as Eddie talked to him. But you didn’t get the sense that it was a bad thing, Eddie seemed... intense. With Steve, Dustin was always ready to bicker with and defy. With Eddie, he was ready to hop to it, whatever it was.

Geeze, no wonder Steve was jealous.

“Yup!” Dustin said quickly. “I’m just gonna go, go over there and find something to play.” He glanced at you pointedly before hurrying off in Mike’s direction.

“So, my friend here actually had an interest in Hellfire Club back in the day.” Steve said before Eddie could turn and leave. Eddie looked at you in surprise.

No one would find Steve’s body after you were done with it.

“Really?” Eddie said. “And what about our little club was so interesting to you?”

You didn’t miss the way Eddie’s eyes glanced at Steve. That was a look you understood all too well, it was one you’d given many a popular kid back in the day. Eddie thought Steve was being a dick, and for good reason. That was the look you’d given when someone came up to you and said ‘my friend thinks you’re cute’. Except now you were the friend.

There was no going back now, you couldn’t let that tension be his first impression of you. Steve had set you up to be honest and vulnerable right off the bat. Great.

“Yeah, I asked Chris about joining back then.” you said honestly. “I’d had an interest in D&D, but never had a chance to play. But he shot me down pretty hard, so I... didn’t.”

Eddie’s shoulders relaxed as he looked down at you. “That doesn’t surprise me.” he said. “He was a bigger cynic than I am, and wouldn’t give anyone outside Hellfire the time of day. He didn’t even talk to anyone after he graduated.”

His gaze didn’t leave yours and it almost felt like there was a spotlight on you. Or maybe one of those lamps that you’d see in movies when someone was being interrogated. Eddie might have relaxed but you had a feeling that Steve being here wasn’t exactly winning you points. But Steve was also your friend, which made things a bit complicated.

Damn, why did you always have to be the one to bend over backwards to impress a guy? This is why you stopped dating in high school. Oh wait, this guy didn’t even know he was supposed to be making an impression. Looks like you were going to have to be the one to take the lead on this one.

Not that it mattered, because as previously stated, this was already dead on arrival.

The conversation immediately stagnated, as anything interesting you could have possibly said died in your throat. You could feel Steve’s gaze boring into your skull now, willing you to say something.

“Yeah, he wasn’t really social.” you managed to force out.

The sound of a game machine and hyped yelling suddenly echoed through the arcade and the three of you looked up to see the whole club huddled around a basketball game, cheering one of their friends on.

Eddie took that as his sign to remove himself from the conversation and made his way towards the game without so much as a goodbye.

“Seriously?” Steve asked when Eddie was out of earshot. “I hand you a conversation topic on a plate and you fumble it that badly?”

“I couldn’t think of anything to say!” you groaned. “Gossiping about Chris Morrison isn’t exactly the juicy conversation topic you think it is.”

“You were supposed to talk about your nerd shit, not about Chris!” he shot back.

“He thought we were making fun of him, Steve.” you said, watching as Eddie stood with his arms crossed as his club cheered over the game they were playing. Two members flanked him on each side, and even if you didn’t know that he was in charge, it was clear that he held power over these kids.

“Making fun of him? How the hell did you get that idea?” Steve was gawking at you. “I told him you were interested in his weird club!”

“Steve, I get that you were popular in high school. But you know that popular kids are dicks right? That popular kids will say things that sound nice, but are clearly making fun of whatever it is they’re talking about? That’s what he thought was happening.” You sighed.

“That’s not- I didn’t-” He was at a loss for words for a moment. “Shit. Did it really sound like that?”

“With the way he looked at me? Yeah, he thought so.”

The two of you were quiet for a moment, and you leaned against the arcade cabinet again as you contemplated what the next move would be. Maybe you’d just adopt a cat or twelve instead.

“I knew people did that.” Steve admitted after a while. “I hated it, but I went along with that shit because my shit friends told me it was fine and cool.”

“Steve, while I always appreciate that you are always learning and growing, let’s save the character development for later.” you said, cracking your knuckles. “Now, are you gonna help me talk to this guy or what?”

That snapped him out of his pity party. “You’re right, tonight isn’t about me. I’m sorry.” He looked at the club who was moving away from the hoops game and was spreading out again. You noticed that it was Lucas who they had been cheering for, Mike and Dustin were clapping him on the shoulder in congratulations. It was nice seeing the three hanging out together again.

“So you are interested in him” Steve said suddenly, looking at you with wide eyes. “That conversation was so dry I thought you weren’t actually interested.”

You glanced down at the obnoxiously colored carpet with mild embarrassment. “Steve, I’ll be frank with you-”

“Hi, Frank.”

That cut the tension and the two of you found yourself laughing- it wasn’t even funny but it was an inside joke that you two had shared over the past four months. It reminded you that despite how different you two were, he was still your friend.

“Shut the actual fuck up, Harrington.” you laughed. “I’m serious.”

“I thought you were Frank.”

“Shut up.” you gasped out. It really was not funny and yet the two of you couldn’t stop laughing. You two must have looked like idiots to anyone who was passing by you, and you were. You were both idiots.

When the laughter finally subsided, you looked over at Steve. “Steve, I think he’s attractive.”

“I do not see the appeal, but I still accept you have weird taste- don’t hit me again!” He lifted his hands as you raised your own.

You lowered your arm and looked around the arcade until your gaze fell on Eddie again.

"It's pissing me off because I swear I should know him, but I can't put my finger on it." You said as he put a quarter in a machine to play. "I mean, yeah we went to the same school but I feel like there's something else."

"I'm surprised you two didn't know each other." Steve said. "He's the freak of Hawkins and you're weird. Shouldn't you two have crossed paths before?"

"Maybe?" You shrugged. "I was oblivious in school. I only knew your name because being called 'the hair' is objectively funny."

"Ha ha. Super funny."

You kept Steve talking as you tried to figure out your next move. Him and Dustin had gone out of their way to try and introduce you to someone, and you didn't want to have those efforts wasted.

"That'll work" you said, interrupting whatever Steve was saying. You grabbed his hand and dragging him over to the air hockey table where Mike and Dustin were in the middle of an intense game.

You put two quarters down on the edge of the table as the puck whizzed by your fingers, hurdling towards Mike's goal. There was a loud and satisfying clack as Mike pushed it towards Dustin.

"I'm playing the winner." You said firmly.

Another satisfying clack echoed as Dustin pushed the puck back.

"I'll be more than happy to play you when I kick Mike's ass." Dustin said, not looking up.

"You're two points down, there's no way you're beating me!" Mike shot back with his words and puck.

"You've never beat me at air hockey before and I'm not letting you start now!"

You pulled your hands back from the edge of the table as the two friends trash talked each other. Steve moved to Dustin's side while you drifted closer to Mike, an unspoken rivalry brewing between the four of you.

Well, unspoken til you opened your mouth.

"Kick his ass, Mike." You said, watching as the puck shot back and forth between the boys.

"That's what I'm doing!" The gangly teen responded as the clack of the game echoed through the arcade.

Steve, shook his head. "I thought you said you had a plan?"

"My idea was I wanted to play air hockey." You said. "I never said it had anything to do with anything else."

Dustin looked up from the table as the puck shot through the goal on Mike's side, with a triumphant grin.

"See? I was going easy on you, Mike!" He said.

Mike groaned "You're still a point behind and I need a point to win." He said, setting the puck back out.

"I've beat you under worse conditions. Plus El isn't here to help you." Dustin shot back.

"She doesn't help!" Mike said defensively.

"Oh, and I am supposed to believe that the pink was just sent flying like that because you're so strong last time?"

"Yes! Exactly! Now shut up!" Mike said, giving Dustin a glare that clearly told him to shut up. You looked at Steve for clarification, but he was decidedly not looking at you.

Weird.

The game continued between the two boys, with you and Steve each cheering on your respective freshmen. Mike had the reach, but Dustin had the brain.

"Just give it up, Henderson- I'm gonna win and get that advantage in the next session." Whatever this rivalry was, you were now living for it. You had spent so long in a work-home-work rut, and this was way more entertaining than hearing about Steve's love life.

"Yeah? What are you gonna use it for? Another failed summoning spell?" Dustin laughed.

"It would have worked if it wasn't for Eddie's stupid rule about-"

"Stupid? Oh, I'm sure he'd love to hear more about your idea of how he should have let you cheat. HEY, EDDIE! MIKE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU."

Both you and Mike visibly tensed as Dustin yelled out for the whole arcade to hear. You gave Steve a panicked look that mirrored Mike's so perfectly that Steve had to laugh.

Backroom duty for a month.

Eddie appeared again, standing on the opposite side of the table of you and Steve, looking at his freshmen.

"Oh really? And what could Mike Wheeler want to speak to me about?" He asked.

You didn't miss the way his eyes glanced over to you and Steve for a split second. There was an air about him that you were trying to put your finger on. The best way would be to say that he was 'on'. Right now, he was in charge of his club, and he didn't seem excited that a former popular basketball player and a background character were crashing what was supposed to be his night out.

You were starting to regret this meetcute.

“Nothing!” Mike said, his voice cracking as he barely managed to block the puck from going into the goal. It was a tense game now, and it was clear that Dustin had put Mike into a disadvantage by bringing Eddie into this.

Steve made eye contact with you and gave you a shit eating grin. Oh no, no he wasn’t going to-

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Steve waved and quickly made an exit.

Two months in the backrooms.Plus bathroom duty.

It was clear why he ditched you with the way Eddie’s eyes darted as he left. There was a hint of distrust, one that you couldn’t blame him for. The only way you could possibly get an in with this guy would be if Steve wasn’t there waving his popularity flag.

Eddie glanced back over to you for just a split second before turning back to Mike.

“You sure about that, Wheeler?” He asked, an amused edge in his voice. “Because Henderson over here seems to think you have something you wanna say to me.”

“I don’t have anything to say!” The panic in Mike’s voice was evident, and Dustin just barely missed getting into the goal. “Nothing! We’re all good here- shit”

The puck, which had been flying between the two teens so fast now you could hardly keep up, had been caught on Mike’s- Clacker? Paddle? (Did that thing even have a word?). It had been caught between that and the corner, sending the puck flying upwards and flying straight towards your face. By some miracle, you managed to catch it, clapping it between your hands before it made contact with your nose. It probably wouldn’t have hurt, but you still weren’t interested in finding out.

“Holy shit.” you said with a laugh as the three guys looked at you in surprise. Mike looked embarrassed, and Dustin looked impressed.

“Nice reflexes!” he laughed.

“Damn, Mike you almost killed me! I know you’re still pissed I wouldn’t let you rent an R rated movie, but assassination is a bit overkill, don’t you think?” you asked.

“Shit, sorry.” Mike said, reaching for the puck again. You pulled it back and shook your head.

“Final round, sudden death.” you said.

“Seriously?! He’s still a point behind me!” Mike protested.

“Nu-uh. Almost killing me loses you a point.”

“I think that’s gotta be up to Eddie.” Dustin pointed out. “I mean, he’s the one in charge tonight.”

Oh, right. Oops. For a second you had actually forgotten that you were the one crashing the party here and that you didn’t have the same sway over the kids when not at work or when Steve wasn’t here.

You looked up at the man in front of you, pushing away any nerves and bottling them up to deal with later or never. What the hell did you have to prove to him anyway? Nothing. God, you were so bad at this, Steve was going to have an aneurysm trying to help you kick start a love life.

“What say you, Eddie of Hellfire?” you asked, offering him the puck as an act of goodwill.

His hand reached out, taking it as he considered you. You held your ground and met his eyes, not daring to give him any reason you had anything against him.

Eddie’s eyes moved between Mike’s panicked face and Dustin’s eager one. It was so funny how the two had zero problems bullying Steve but they made damn sure not to piss Eddie off. Well, at least too much if Dustin’s shit-eating grin was anything to go by.

A large grim broke out on Eddie’s face as he held the puck over the center of the table.

“Sudden death it is.” He said, staring directly at you as the puck dropped on the table.

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They would treat you like a God/Goddess! The girls and boys would fight over who gets to hang out with you 1st

Mina would dress you up in cute outfits you are comfortable with (she loves pink and black on you! But she'll dress you up in any way you are comfortable It makes her feel like you're all hers! But you don't know that yet momo would buy the whole mall for you! (She did already) you want that adorable necklace sold! Present for you! Do you wanna go to a hot topic and get all your favorite anime merch? Here you go! You want that new console that just got out a week ago why not get a console that isn't even out yet!? She loves seeing you smile you thought she was a very kind friend when she's just showing you what's it like to be hers and hers only

Tsuyu you take you swimming at times if the pools close somewhere private like a secret majestic garden with just the two of you so nobody with bother you and while you're amazed by the beauty tsuyu admires your beautiful face and figures she just wants to cuddle up on you and pinch your cheeks she couldn't wait to have you all hers~ Jirou comes out aw a tough little tsundere at times but when it comes to you her heart Is melting and she barely, ale complete sentences and she's only soft but a bit of a tsu she would show off her earphone tricks would blush over any outfit you wear (she once saw a bit of your stomach showing and she and the class was flustered and simping)

Izuku is just drawing down everything about you even things you don't even know yourself he offers to walk with you to school (since you his neighbor) and glare at anyone who gives you a look whether be judging or drooling he makes sure that they dont mess whats his bakugo would force you to walk with him saying that damn Deku doesn't know where the bus stop is and would talk about the extras I'm his group

Denki would occasionally flirt with your ur main gamer buddy, but he's personally a geek for manga comics and would rant to you about the latest chapter or one of his favorite characters heck he even imagined you cosplaying one of his favorite characters!!! Oh God dude would be dying thanking the lord for this gift he secretly writes fanfics of his favorite character x and would make their personality similar to yours and make of bunch of fanart of you in a different bunch of outfits he can't wait until he shows it off to you they'll surely win your heart!

Kiri is your hype man and best friend when he saw you smash those villains with a single fist this dude was head over HEELS just overlooking completing how manly you are ugh this dude would be blushing HARD he would rant to his best friend Katsuki about how manly you are and wished he could have muscles like that as well!! If anyone says otherwise or shames you for your body this dude will go protective mode he will make a rant about how Amazing beautiful and manky you are and will start going a bit personal a bit saying how you'll date him and he'll pick you like a royal you are and you'll do the same and marriage and blah blah blah

the person who insulted you just gets scared and runs away which makes that a victory for him!

Iida would always be a guard dog like this dude will protect cute little marshmallow you! He makes sure you eat regularly he never lets you skip a meal if you try he's banging your door with a bento box in his hand with marshmallows he freaks pit over every small scratch bruise and lord don't tell him you broke some of your limbs one time you broke your arm during fighting and he went intonlockdown literally gets a wheelchair and stroll you around (even tho you can CLEARY walk) and make sure you stay in that bed untill your all better see how he's taking care of you he wanted to do this every day to you and only you

Koda is an absolute sweetheart if he sees an animal that looks like you he instantly points it out to you and tells you animal facts and while he is explaining the animals to you his heart can't stop fluttering with butterflies! he can barely stay on topic of the animal while just staring at your adorable puff up face!

The class would compete for anything whether be who gets to sit by you or who have fun with who it's always a competition, threats and a blood bath at training they'll even raised their hand like little hpkids Eagar for a treat and if you choose one of them they'll instantly run to you with a satisfy smirk on their face while the rest of them are pissed off

They loved their darling and they'll do anything to satisfy your needs! Whether it be committing some crimes for you~

[otomiyaa]

Second Declaration of Love

Hayato x Ryuuichi

Collab with @ticklygiggles

A/N: I really miss this anime so much! We really poured all our love for it into this fic didn't we :)

Summary: Reupload from 14 Feb 2019 - Ryuuichi and Hayato are dating. Boyfriends. A couple. Then why is it so hard for Ryuuichi to give his boyfriend his homemade chocolate… on Valentines Day? (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 4K

The bag hanging on his shoulder feels heavier than ever as he slowly makes his way out of the daycare and to his classroom.

Everywhere around him is… red. Red-heart balloons, red-heart chocolate boxes, red-faced girls bowing their heads giving a boy homemade chocolate - everything red.

Even Ryuuichi feels a bit red himself, his heart beating fast against his ribs, making a sudden flush begin to creep up from his neck to the tip of his ears as he gets more and more close to his classroom. His hands are getting sweaty and his legs feel wobbly as he walks, barely able to hold his light weight.

He was so nervous. He spent most of last night making chocolate just for that person. He wondered how would he react;

Would he be angry? Happy? Would he punch him in the face for doing something like- Would he actually punch him in the face for doing something like this?! Ryuuichi nearly trips over his own feet at the thought clouding his head.

They’ve barely started their relationship; not a lot of people know about it, and, most importantly, they barely act any different from when they were just friends… He even wondered if they were really something else than just friends.

However, that’s not the point, what matters right now is that he has a bunch of homemade chocolates in his bag for his boyfriend and he’s not even sure if he’s gonna-

“Ka-Kamitani-san…”

Ryuuichi quickly hides in the corner as soon as he sees Hayato in front of a very shaky girl.

“I- I made this for you. I hope you like them!” She takes a little red box from behind her and Ryuuichi leans closer to see Hayato’s reaction.

“I don’t like chocolate.”

Ryuuichi feels his heart skipping a beat as his bag slides down his shoulder.

“But thank you, anyway.”

“Oh I’m sorry! I- I didn’t know!”

Ryuuichi feels his face get as red as that of the girl in front of Hayato.

“Uh, listen, Kamitani-san… I was wondering if you-”

“I’m not interested. Thank you for the chocolate.” Hayato nods his head as a goodbye and entered the classroom. Ryuuichi can’t help but feel bad about the girl, whose cheeks are slowly getting soaked with a few tears.

He waits until she leaves to finally enter the room; his body feeling heavy and his eyelids suddenly feeling tired.

“Good morning,” he says in the most cheerful voice he could manage as he enters the classroom. His eyes land on his boyfriend as soon as he enters and Hayato looks up at him, nodding his head as a greeting. 

“Woah, Ka-Kamitani,” Ryuuichi gasps looking at his desk.

“Did you already get all of those chocolates? Classes haven’t even started yet.” Hayato shrugs, looking at the candy in front of him.

“Some girls gave them to me as I was making my way here.”

“I see,” Ryuuichi answers, sitting behind Kamitani.

“Are they homemade? They look delicious.”

He tries to smile warmly at him, but he fails and Hayato narrows his eyes as he watches the smile fading away quickly.

“Hey, are you-”

“Good morning class.”

He didn’t say anything even after class had finished. It’s now or never. Ryuuichi feels the chocolate in his bag practically beg for attention.

“K-Kami-” He’s cut short when a girl suddenly steps up, not that she’s mean, just… too nervous and shy about the thing she’s gonna do, unaware of her surroundings. Her shaking hands cling to a box of obviously homemade - with lots of love - chocolates, which she hands to him, and she squeezes her eyes shut.

“P-Please accept this! Kamitani-kun!” …. Ryuuichi blinks, looking from his boyfriend’s poker face to the girl, and then back.

“I…” Hayato gives a sigh.

“You don’t need to like me. Just… please accept them.” The girl already knows its just unrequited love and Hayato isn’t easy to win over. He’s so popular, even Ryuuichi himself is surprised.

The guys are gaping all day at the growing big pile of chocolates on and next to Hayato’s desk. Hayato just shrugs and takes them.

“Fine I guess.” The girl nods excitedly, bows a few times and mutters a quick thank you. She then hurries out of the classroom again. She’s not even their classmate. How on earth…?

“Again…?”

Hayato sighs as he pats the box of chocolates and then shoves it towards the other pile, looking totally uninterested and in all honesty a bit annoyed, rather than happy with what he’s received. 

Hayato then suddenly turns, and his piercing eyes stare deeply into Ryuuichi’s soul. His hand that had been holding the chocolates in his bag, ready to take it out to give them to him, now drops the box again and he sighs nervously.

“W-W-What?” he asks, blushing like crazy. Hayato keeps staring intently. He then turns away.

“Nothing. Let’s go eat lunch.”

Ryuuichi is totally off that day. His mind is overflowing with thoughts and concerns. And as the hours tick by, it’s not only his boyfriend’s chocolate pile that’s getting bigger and bigger. It’s also Ryuuichi’s pile of reasons why he maybe shouldn’t give him the chocolate, growing bigger and bigger.

Hayato doesn’t like chocolate, like he obviously said.

Hayato will think he’s an idiot for making chocolates like some kind of girl hopelessly in love, and for thinking it’s okay to give him such a thing.

Hayato will be annoyed for receiving more while he already has all that.

Hayato will claim they’re not boyfriends at all like Ryuuichi’s been fearing the past few times and that their love confessions and that one kiss and evening they held hands had all been a distant dream.

“Ka-Kashima-kun!” Their last class just finishes when Ryuuichi picks himself up from his sea of thoughts as he hears two voices calling his name in sync. Two female voices. Both Ryuuichi and Hayato look up from their workbooks and see both Inomata Maria and Ushimaru Yuki stand in front of him. 

Yuki is the first to step forward, her face as red as everything else today, and she plants a box of chocolates on his desk.

“F-F-F-For you! I hope you like them! Bye!” She’s running away faster than Ryuuichi can understand what’s going on.

Inomata then looks at him with her 24/7 tsundere face, aggressively plants hers on top of Yuki’s, her face red as well, and she breathes in to tell him in one breath:

“I had these ones left. They’re not homemade, if that’s what you think! You don’t need to eat them! But I’m giving them anyway! I thought no one would give you something so I felt bad, but then Ushimaru-san did it, but I think it’s good for you to have two. You can use them. Bye!”

And… She’s gone too. Ryuuichi blinks his eyes.

“Look who’s popular.” Ryuuichi blushes and looks at Hayato who’s been watching him, it seems. Ryuuichi frowns a little. Was that a compliment, or sarcastic? Like, he’s one to talk? His heart is beating like crazy. Maybe now’s his chance, his last chance, to give him his chocolates. But Hayato already packs his bag.

“Let’s go to club.” Oh, right, club. He still has another chance.

Another chance that goes wasted, since all they do is play with the kids, and Ryuuichi continues to worry and worry while the chocolates remain ungiven until the awkward moment they say their goodbyes and part ways.

Valentine’s Day what? Today wasn’t romantic at all!

His way back home is full of sad sighs and furtive worried glances from Kotarou as he holds onto his big brother’s shoulder.

“Nii-cha sad?” he places a tiny chubby hand on Ryuuichi’s cheek to pull him out of his thoughts. Ryuuichi jumps slightly at the touch and looks up to see his baby brother’s eyes looking at him, clouded with concern.

He tries to smile to ease his little heart. “Nii-cha had a long day today,” he explains, ruffling Kotarou’s head affectionately.

“I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Nii-cha didn’t get choco?”

“I did get some choco…” …but not from the person I wanted.

“Inomata-san and Ushimaru-san made it themselves.” He smiles softly.

“I’ll make sure to give you some.”

While Kotarou beams with happiness about the chocolates, they arrive at home, Ryuuichi quickly opening the door and closing it behind him as he puts Kotarou down and steps out of his shoes.

“Kotarou-sama, Ryuuichi-sama, welcome home.” Saikawa suddenly appears in front of them, scaring the soul out of Ryuuichi’s body.

“Did you have a good Valentine’s Day at school?”

“A-Ah, Saikawa-san, we’re back.”

“Sai-cha!” Saikawa lowers his head, opening one of his eyes to look at Kotarou putting his backpack down to look for something inside. He pulls out two little heart-shaped chocolates and extends them up to the butler.

“Sai-cha, choco!”

“Kotarou-sama, perhaps, that chocolate you’re holding in your hands is for me?” Kotarou nodded, urging him to take them. Saikawa crouches down to take the chocolate and he places them close to his heart.

“Kotarou-sama, I don’t deserve these, but I’m greatly thankful. I’ll keep them forever.”

“Sai-cha no eat?”

“Well, only if Kotarou-sama would like that.” Kotarou smiles brightly and nods his head, letting out a soft ‘un!’. Ryuuichi smiles softly at the scene unfolding in front of him before he calls for his little brother’s attention. 

“Kotarou.” The toddler turns around as Saikawa stands back up with the two chocolates in his hand.

“Why don’t you go and give Oba-san her chocolate?”

“Baa-cha!” Kotarou grabs his backpack to look for Baa-cha’s chocolate.

“Is anything bothering you today, Ryuuichi-sama? Did Hayato-sama enjoy the chocolate?” Ryuuichi nearly cries on the spot as his face flushes bright red again.

“I was not able to give the candy to Kamitani. I was too anxious and insecure that I just couldn’t.”

“Nii-cha sad!” Kotarou adds to it, and Ryuuichi is too late to hiss ‘Shhhh!” at him. He then turns back to Saikawa again and forces himself to smile.

“It’s okay. It’s just a day. I’ll give it to him next time. I’ll... Go to my room, do homework and stuff. Kotarou, we’ll play later, okay?”

Both Saikawa and Kotarou watch him as he walks away and he feels their eyes pierce through his back. He tries to ignore the worry in his chest after today’s failure of a Valentine’s Day, but he actually can’t.

Neither can he focus on his homework. Pfff why does this suck so bad? He stays in his room until it’s almost time for dinner, and just when he comes out, he hears oba-san call for him:

“Someone’s at the door!!”

Having missed the sound, Ryuuichi nods quickly and rushes to open it. And when he opens it, he almost falls over in surprise to see Hayato in front of him.

“Hi.”

Ryuuichi is completely frozen, and he tries to swallow away the dry feeling in his throat.

“H-Hi.”

Saikawa appears behind him and pulls the door further open.

“Welcome, Hayato-sama. Please come in. Thank you for accepting the invitation. Now if you two may please come this way.”

Invitation?

Ryuuichi is confused when he and Hayato both stagger after the confident butler. Walking next to him in silence, Ryuuichi tries to think about what he should say. He thinks of the chocolate he still wants to give him.

He thinks of the many things he wants to ask him but can’t, such as: Are we actually dating? 

But then they arrive at the room Saikawa seemingly prepared for them, and Ryuuichi’s mouth falls open. He feels the heat climbing up from his chest all the way up to the tips of his eyebrows, one of them twitching as he looks at the scene in front of him.

“S-Saikawa-san!”

“Yes, Ryuuichi-sama? Is this not enough?”

Ryuuichi shrieks as he answers, “It is too much!”

There’s classical music playing in the background, a rounded table is beautifully covered with a white tablecloth, rose petals carefully sprayed on the surface, candles in the middle and - Was that a bucket with ice?!

“We’re underage,” Hayato says in his bored tone of voice.

“Don’t worry, Hayato-sama, it’s just a glass bottle of soda.”

A bottle of soda! Ryuuichi physically cringes at… this. He knows Saikawa just wants to help him out a little bit with Hayato, but this is seriously too much. Hic- Did Oba-san knew about this?!

“Chairwoman is taking care of Kotarou-sama, Ryuuichi-sama, so you can stop worrying about it.”

Ah nice, one less thing to worry about, there’s only this whole thing to worry about! Ryuuichi didn’t want to look at Hayato; he wanted to tell him to go back home, but as he was gathering courage to do so, Saikawa spoke again.

“Dinner is almost ready, so I invite you both to take a seat as you wait.”

Ryuuichi looks at him with widened eyes.

“Is something the matter, Ryuuichi-sama?”

“Yes, I don’t think-"

To his surprise, Hayato walks towards one of the chairs and pulls it out from under the table to sit.

Ryuuichi wants to scream, but as soon as he sees Hayato sit down, he quickly makes his way to the other chair across the table.

“Then, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Saikawa leaves and Ryuuichi starts to sweat. Why is this happening to him?! He’s embarrassed beyond words. Does Hayato feel like that too?

Sneaking a look at his companion, he flinches when he sees his eyes intently looking at him.

“Ka-Kamitani, I’m s-”

“Why is your butler doing this?” Hayato grabs one petal between his fingers before he tosses it in Ryuuichi’s direction.

“I’m truly sorry,” he bows his head a little. “I have no idea.”

“You don’t?”

The tone of his voice makes Ryuuichi feel somewhat guilty, after all, he does know why Saikawa’s doing this, but how could he admit it to Hayato?

“H-How’s Taka-kun?” He chooses to change the subject instead. Hayato’s eyebrow seems to twitch as he relaxes his back against the chair.

“He cried his eyes out when I told him I was going here and that he wasn’t coming with me.” Ryuuichi smiled, thinking about a screaming Taka-kun, he was somehow glad he wasn’t there to witness it.

“Poor Taka-kun.”

“Kashima.” Ryuuichi jumps.

“Y-Yes, Kamitani?”

“Why were you acting like that at school?” Bam. So direct!

Ryuuichi widens his eyes, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, but no words are coming out of him.

“Why did you get upset about the chocolates? Why is your butler inviting me over instead of you?”

Ryuuichi shook his head, his arms flailing around. “No! It’s not- it’s not like that I-”

“You what?”

“I…” he took a deep breath and looked down at the petals on the table.

“I made chocolate for you, Kamitani, but I started to feel self-conscious about it. I thought that you’d be disgusted by it and I thought that maybe we weren’t dating at all like I was thinking and I got even more scared to give you the stupid chocolate when all those girls were all over you giving their candies and you said you didn’t like chocolate at all!”

Ryuuichi had to cover his face with his hands to keep going,

“Saikawa-san knew I made chocolate for you so when I came back home and I told him I wasn’t brave enough to give it to you, he just put hands into action, but I didn’t know he would do this, actually, I didn’t know he would do anything at all, so I don’t-”

“You’re stupid.”

Ryuuichi peeks through his fingers and his heart skips a beat: Hayato is smiling at him, his cheeks slightly flushed as he leans closer to him across the table, his hand reaching up to pull Ryuuichi’s hands away from his face. He lets him do that.

“We are a couple, we are dating. I only took the chocolate from those girls because you always say that I should be nicer!”

“Wha-Whaaat?” Ryuuichi feels himself gaping at his boyfriend (eeeek!!) like an idiot, and he unintentionally squeezes his hand, but Hayato doesn’t pull back.

“Besides, you’ve got yourself some swooners as well.” He winks, and Ryuuichi blushes.

“That - it’s nothing. Those girls, they’re just friends. I…”

He nervously looks at Hayato’s fond smile, and he nibbles his lip, swallowing the rest of his excuses.

“Were you worried, too?” he finally asks, his voice almost as soft as a whisper.

“Of course I was. You wouldn’t even look at me today. And then I got a call from your butler. I thought…”

…that you wanted to break up with me.

Hayato didn’t finish the sentence, but his eyes tell Ryuuichi everything, the concern lingering despite the relief of the misunderstanding. Oh. Ryuuichi had been so busy with all the things on his mind that he had never considered how this must’ve reflected on his boyfriend.

Hayato isn’t a guy who speaks a lot about his feelings, but just this revelation alone makes it so clear to Ryuuichi how he must’ve felt all day - and he feels happy and bad about it at the same time. Bad about hurting him unintentionally, happy about the fact that their love is serious enough for Hayato to worry about.

“…I’m sorry…” he mutters shyly, the guilt of feeling happy about Hayato’s concerns piercing through his heart. Hayato lets out a huff and suddenly gets up from his chair. With a few steps he suddenly walks towards him, around the table, faster than Ryuuichi can even get up from his chair in surprise. And then Hayato has his arms around him, in a warm, tight hug.

“You idiot…” Hayato whispers, and Ryuuichi blushes, leaning into him. Still seated on his chair, he turns his head slightly, his face buried in Hayato’s chest, and he sniffs to inhale his scent.

“Sorry…” he mumbles.

“And stop apologizing, it’s okay…” Hayato reassures him, tightening their embrace, and finally Ryuuichi finds the strength to lift his arms and hug him back. For a moment they remain like this, in a somewhat comforting embrace for the both of them.

Hayato rubs the back of his head lovingly, and Ryuuichi still has to process that he had made Hayato worry as well, that they were dating, that they were hugging at this very moment and just everything else actually. 

But then Hayato’s fingertips graze slightly across the back of his neck, and Ryuuichi spazzes in surprise.

“Ah - s-sorry,” he whispers, but Hayato glances down at him in fascination and now purposely drags his fingertips down the skin of his neck. Shivers are sent through all of Ryuuichi’s body like little shockwaves, and he lets out a loud gasp.

“Are you ticklish?” Hayato asks, sharp and direct as always.

“Y-Yes I am. Sorry…”

“I told you to stop apologizing…” Hayato then smirks.

“Instead, you could use a laugh.” He then lungs and experimentally runs his fingers down his body, seeking out his sides and tickling them with wiggling and digging fingers.

“AHhhah! Oh nohohoo!” Ryuuichi curls forward, and he blows out so much air along with his loud surprised laughter that it sends some of the petals on the table flying.

“You are ruining your butler’s work,” Hayato says as his fingers dug into Ryuuichi’s sides, tickling him until he’s giggling wholeheartedly.

“Whose fahahahault is it?!” Ryuuichi shrieks, twisting his body in the chair until he loses his balance and drops ungracefully on the floor.

Hayato follows suit, somehow managing to keep his fingers connected to Ryuuichi’s sides.

“Ka-Kahahahamitani, please!”

“Please what?” Hayato can’t help but chuckle at the sight of his boyfriend loud laughter, just because of a few squeezes on his sides.

“You are extremely ticklish, how didn’t I know about this?” Ryuuichi just shakes his head, giggling hysterically, his hands pawing at Hayato’s hands latched at his sides.

“Whoah! A squirmer, aren’t you?” Hayato barely dodges a flailing arm almost hitting his face.

“I think we should do something about those nasty hands of yours.”

Ryuuichi wants to die. There are a lot of things happening all at once: Hayato is tickling him, like really tickling him with his own hands, then, Hayato chuckling and smiling down at him as Ryuuichi made the most embarrassing noises ever, and now, Hayato gathering Ryuuichi’s thin wrists in one of his hands, pulling them up above his head and he straddles his hips.

Ryuuichi knows the color of his face is of an unhealthy shade of red right now. He feels butterflies fluttering in his belly and, even though he’s beyond embarrassed, he can’t help but feel extremely happy to be able to see this hidden side of Hayato; he’d like to think it’s reserved for him only.

“Kamitani, please don’t! I’m- I’m too tihihicklish!” he says through giggles even though Kamitani isn’t even tickling him yet.

“I can see that.” He smirks.

“You can also take this as a punishment for making me worried all day long.”

“I’m sorry! I’m so- eek! Plehehease nohoho!” Ryuuichi arches his back away from the carpeted floor when Hayato decides to claw his fingers against his belly.

“This is unfahahahahir!”

“I think it is totally fair, you weren’t fair before, though, not giving me my chocolate and all of that. Maybe that’s why I should tickle you.”

Ryuuichi can almost, almost hear a pout in Hayato’s voice, but he’s too busy laughing his head off to look at him.

“I even got you chocolate as well, but since you were acting so weird, I didn’t dare to give it to you.”

“You wha- ahahaha! Not there! Not thehehehere!” Ryuuichi thrashes harder when the clawing fingers on his tummy become squeezing fingers on his hips, making him shriek until he’s laughing nearly in hysterics.

Did he hear correctly? Hayato had chocolate for him, but didn’t dare to give it to him? Did he actually say that? Agh! The damn tickling keeps making it hard to concentrate!

“Stahahap!” Hayato gasps sharply when Ryuuichi suddenly breaks free from his tight hold, his hands immediately flying to his shoulders, wrestling him down until he’s the one straddling him, pinning Hayato’s hands at both sides of his head.

“How did you-”

“You also had chocolate for me?”

Ryuuichi swears this is a dream. He just knows it should be a dream because right now there’s a light blush creeping all over Hayato’s cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. This must be a dream. But he’s not waking up.

 “I didn’t make it myself,” Hayato explains, his voice just slightly raised in pitch, barely imperceptible to anyone but Ryuuichi

“…But yeah… I had some chocolate to you… I gave it to Taka, though, since you clearly didn’t want it.”

That indignant face made Ryuuichi laugh a bit.

“Kamitani Hayato, what were you doing to me?”

“I was tickling you.”

Ryuuichi chuckles.

“That you were doing, weren’t you?” Ryuuichi smiles fondly at him before a very crazy idea crosses his head.

“And why were you tickling me again?”

“Uh. Because you didn’t give me my… chocolate…? Wait! Waaait, no! Ack! Ka-Kahahash-shima!”

And so Ryuuichi grabs his chance to get some well-deserved revenge, by giving his boyfriend (boyfriend!!!) a taste of his own medicine. 

Epilogue (new)

"......Ryuuichi-sama."

Ryuuchi and Hayato are both sitting back in their seats, faces bright red as they awkwardly face Saikawa who came in to serve them their dinner.

They hadn't been fast enough to clean up their mess, as the room clearly gave traces of their messy tickle fight. Still, Saikawa merely gives them a judging stare and puts the food on the table.

"T-thank you," Ryuuichi says with a blush. He knows the tickle fight has left a smile on his face, and the moment his eyes lock with Saikawa's, he can see his dear butler relax and smile.

"It seems you are enjoying yourself. Well, bon appétit," Saikawa says gently, and he leaves the room again.

"Don't worry. I don't think he knows..." Hayato says abruptly.

"K-knows what?" Ryuuichi asks with a blush.

"That I totally tickled you to death just now."

"O-oi! I tickled you too!"

"I totally won, though."

"You did not!"

They both start laughing, and Ryuuichi can't help but feel filled with relief, love, and happiness.

"Let's dig in!"

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

SO. ANOTHER. steal my girl by 1D.

this could probably be fem!reader

ranboo and reader have known eachother since they were about 15/16, and he's ALWAYS loved her. ALWAYS. once they finally start dating, maybe once they're both 17/18, ranboo starts steaming, chat says stuff along the lines of "y/n could do better" or "she deserves better than ranboo fr" or "i could get y/n EASY" so ranboo goes out of his way to say "no one can steal my girl, nor does she even WANT any of you." SOMETHIN ALONG THOSE LINES!!

literally SCREAMED at this bro , you have no idea

, my girl !!

☆ ranboo x fem!reader

warnings: she/her pronouns, fem reader, chat being a dick, protective ran (drives me crazy /pos), ran + y/n are both 19 in this fic, ran's pov entire fic ☽

☆ a/n: utterly obsessed with this ask !! lovely @heiijoy actually sent me a whole bunch of other amazing fic ideas in our messagesand i was screaming and giggling and kicking my feet the entire time !! yall dont know how excited am i abt being able to write this and have such amazing moots oml

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

ranboo pov

I've always admired Y/n. I did then, and I still do.

Since I first saw her at the locker next to me in sophomore year, something just, clicked inside of me. At first, I originally saw her as a locker-hallway crush only, until classes got changed due to a teacher leaving. Suddenly, the hallway-locker crush turned into same-classes crush. For some odd reason, the teachers would also often pair us in the same partners and groups, and we would sit near or next to each other sometimes. I kind of just played it off as pure luck on my part.

I would see y/n in about 90% of my classes, but we were assigned permanent partners one day in English for the rest of the year. I got to talk way more to her in class, and we even hung out a few times. I eventually did get her number and we started to hang out more, but not just for study sessions. We eventually had a really strong friendship, but I still admired her.

Time skip, but one of my friends who was dating y/n's best friend told me that y/n actually liked me back, and she had for a while. At first I didn't believe him, until y/n texted me to meet up at the stargazing hill we always went to and told me she liked me.

After that, we started dating. I started my Twitch and YouTube around then, and started blowing up very quickly. Y/n was always there to support me and what I wanted to do, and I was eventually invited to the Dream SMP, which also quickly raised my following and reputation even more. When I got an invitation from Toby and Tommy to meet them in the UK, Y/n also came with me. She's always been at my side, streamer or not.

present day

"'Just Talking streams never end well'? Damn, you guys are mean!" I said, laughing and flipping off the camera.

I spinned my chair slightly to the left, focusing my eyes on the other monitor that showed StreamLabs and the chat. I scanned my eyes over the chat, and a few messages caught my eye.

user4531: hi everyone!

user78787877: y/n could do better tbh

ranboofan69: @user78787877 frrr she deserves more than ranboo

rainbow4eva: i love your shirt!

socoolfan: @ranboofan69 yeah i could get y/n SO EASY bro

I sighed loudly enough for the microphone to pick up. I looked back over to chat and saw moderators turn off chat to send a warning message and put it chat onto "emotes only" mode.

I laughed. "The fact some of you guys are so confident in stealing y/n from me is actually very funny." I stared into the webcam. "Y/n is my girl, nor does she even want any of you all."

Let's just say y/nboo and that clip was trending on Twitter for a little while.

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too sweet

one

eddie covers his eyes as he walks out of his apartment complex in new york. the paparazzi blinds him with the flashes of their cameras as they ask him a bunch of questions. Eddie’s simply ignores them before getting into the back seat of his car as his driver takes off.

he pulls out his cell phone to call his manager. they were on their way to pick up the younger, curly haired boy.

“henderson, be outside when we pull up! i don’t want to be late. i got shit to do man.”

“yeah, what’s that? hang out with yn all day?”

he could almost hear the boy smirking. “none of your business. just be outside.” eddie ends the call before sighing.

he opens up his messages before smiling. yn had texted him a cute little photo of her holding the plush pillow he’d bought her last week. she looked adorable as always.

it’s been six amazing months with her. he fell for her so hard and fast, like no other. before dating yn, eddie had been sleeping with whoever wanted to get into the rockstars pants. he lived the rockstar dream forreal. sex, drugs, and rock and roll. his friends were either dating or married by now. eddie thought he was still to young to settle down. he’s had only been twenty-nine after all. but on his thirtieth birthday, when most of his friends from high school had canceled coming to his party, he’d been alone with strangers or some celebrities he barely even knew.

he looked around and felt alone. when he saw yn his heart skipped a beat—or maybe it was the cocaine he’d consumed just ten minutes before—and he felt alive again. at first he ignored his heart beating out of his chest and the butterflies in in stomach. he’d thought he’d just fuck her, tell her to leave his apartment the next morning, and be labeled as an asshole once more by another artist who assumed they’d start dating soon after.

yn was completely different. as soon as he approached her, she’d roll her eyes at him, call him a junkie loser, and went off to find her best friend who forced her into coming here. that made the metal head open his eyes. no woman has ever turned him down—at least not since high school—but here he was, being called out by the most beautiful woman he’d seen.

eddie had to know who was. finding out she’d been a famous rapper, he contacted her agent, got her information, and met her at an award show. when he saw her again she’d look amazing. during the after party, he walked over to her again and had to know what turned her off.

yn shrugs her shoulders and let him know she’s dated nothing but drunken, drug addicted, losers in her life and was done picking up the pieces for them. she wanted someone stable who could take care of her and visa versa. a healthier relationship where she didn’t have to babysit a man. eddie understood that. it wasn’t like he was addicted to drugs, he was addicted to partying, but he knew if he wanted a chance with yn he’d have to change.

so, he asked for a chance. she was very hesitant until she agreed three weeks later. since eddie has cleaned up his act. he stopped partying so much and started taking yn out instead. he’d take her to the fanciest restaurants, closing it down for the evening. but she wasn’t into that.

yn told him she’d be fine, perfect even, if someone would simply take her to any fast food restaurant and get the most fatty foods their were and cuddle on the couch while watching some sitcom. eddie provided her with just that. from that moment he fell for her. she wasn’t like these other hollywood superficial stuck up brats like he’d seen over the last eight years of being in the spotlight, no! she was just like him.

she grew up in texas. the neighborhood she was raised wasn’t exactly the greatest. she learned a lot from her mother but her father hadn’t been a good man and was arrested when she was just six years old. her mother died two years later in a car accident. she’d been raised by her grandmother from that moment on. eddie started to love her more and more as the time went by.

eddie had thought long and hard about asking her to move in with him. he knew they’d only been together for six months but he knows she’s it for him. all his life all he’s ever wanted love and support. he’d have it in his uncle for years, his friends, and even bought love once he became successful. but he’s never had something like this before. he wants to wake up next to her and go right back to bed the next night. eddie thought about the life they’d have together. one day he will marry her and maybe have a couple of babies running around. he knew it may seemed fast, but yn was the one. he made up his mind last night. he’s gonna ask her tonight after dinner and hope to god she says yes.

when eddie arrives to dustin’s penthouse he sees the younger boy kiss suzie before hopping in the backseat of the car next to eddie.

“hey dude!”

eddie had hired dustin to be his manager once the boy graduated high school in hawkins. dustin was someone who had amazing planning set skills, he’s organized, and unfortunately the kid was right—and very condescending about it—all the time! dustin was the perfect person to manage his schedule. on top of that he knew dustin. he would wasn’t like these hollywood elites who wanted nothing but half of your earnings for doing the bare minimum. he knew dustin wouldn’t screw him over.

“what’s on the agenda today, henderson?”

dustin grabs his folder and reads over eddie’s schedule. eddie didn’t have much planned today. he’d mostly just be doing a few meet and greets with fans, promoting corroded coffins third studio album coming out in june.

“after you’ll have the next two days to just relax. i was thinking maybe we could call up el to hang out. she’d been a little down since the break up.” dustin states.

eddie sighs.

he hated that eleven was going through this break up with mike. all those little rascals were like little siblings to him. though it felt like him and steve were more like co parents to them than anything, he loved them all unconditionally. still, he knew mike had been fighting his feelings for will for so long. it was only a matter of time before mike finally confessed to will how much he loved him. it couldn’t be easy though. with will being her step brother and both him and el still living with their parents, he knew mike would still be coming over. it sucked seeing them together, he’s certain. he remembers the same thing happening when nancy broke things off with jonathan to be with steve again.

he knew just like jonathan, el would move on and find someone for her.

“it depends how tonight goes for me.”

dustin frowns. “what’s happened tonight?”

“im gonna ask yn to move in with me.” eddie smiles hugely. dustin stares at him long and hard. he bites his bottom lip trying to keep whatever he thought to himself. eddie noticed and nudged him.

“what’s with this look, henderson?”

“it’s just—don’t you think you’re moving a little too fast? i mean you just barely said ‘i love you’ to this girl. are you sure you’re ready for this big of commitment? she hasn’t even met any of us yet.”

“yeah, so?”

“eddie, she hasn’t met wayne yet! that’s the most important person in your life. how could you be ready to move this girl in when you barely know her? im just saying, have you thought all this through?”

“dustin, you don’t get it man. ive never felt this way about anyone before. i love her and im ready to take this step. i thought it all through. every last bit of information, every pro, every con, everything man! if i wasn’t sure, one hundred percent, i wouldn’t be asking.”

dustin hums. “i just think she should meet your family first. in fact you should probably meet hers if it’s that serious.”

eddie thought about it before they pulled up to the center eddie was meeting with fans.

when eddie got home he sighs as he takes off his dirty clothes before hopping in the shower. he thought about what dustin said once more before getting out and ready for his date.

he knew how he felt for yn. he knew she was the one for him. he knew he wanted her here everyday, but dustin had a point.

wayne wasn’t just his uncle. he’d been the man that raised him when his mom ran off with some rich asshole and his dad got arrested for nearly killing someone. wayne was more of a father than his real dad. he was the most important person in his life along with the rest of the people from hawkins. they were his family. if he wanted yn to be apart of his life he’d have to introduce them at some point. eddie smiles as he texted everyone, letting them know he’s having a get together im hawkins soon and everyone better show up or he’d knock on their doors and force them onto the plane himself.

when he heard his door bell ring he got up and opened the door. there stood his beautiful girlfriend. yn smiles shyly as always before eddie kisses her cheek and allows her in.

“you look amazing, sweetheart. absolutely gorgeous as always.” eddie states.

“thanks, eds. you look handsome as always.”

“sorry im running a little late, babe. i had to sign a few autographs and take some photos.”

“yeah? how were the fans?”

“amazing as always! they’re all excited about the album coming. one of them asked about you.”

yn blush. they’d been keeping their relationship a secret for awhile now. it wasn’t too much of a secret, really. they’d been seen going out to dinner, having lunch, walking hand and hand occasionally. it was out there, but neither of them confirmed nor denied the rumors. though they did recently had their fans go crazy. eddie had only been following corroded coffins official page for years. recently he followed yn. yn on the other hand hadn’t followed anyone until she followed eddie back. the internet is losing their shit over eddie and yn new found relationship. the two didn’t mind though. they loved their fans but they also loved a little chaos and drama more.

“yeah? what’d they say?”

“they said my girlfriend is the prettiest woman out there and asked if we’re ever gonna confirm we’re dating.” eddie wraps his arms around her waist.

“hmm, what did you say in response?”

“i just said thank you and took the photo.”

“not suspicious at all.”

“i don’t think so.” eddie said smugly.

yn kisses him passionately. eddie hums before pulling away while yn groans. “later. i wanna take my beautiful girl out, show the world she’s mine, then bring her back home and maybe dance to some cheesy ass song, yeah?”

“that sounds great, eds. come on! im starved.”

eddie chuckles before grabbing his keys as the couple leave his penthouse and head out to dinner.

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halloween 🎃 // george daniel x reader

promptober '23 - day 31

a/n: omg the last one 🥹. bbf!george, this one's for you!! and also hehe i have been evil, as is the theme for halloween :) cw: suggestive so i'm just gonna add the mdni anyway wc: 1k

“boo!”

george startles and almost drops the joint he’s been quietly smoking in the alleyway behind his house. it’s quiet at this time of the evening—well, as quiet as it can get with a bunch of people partying inside and screaming louder than the music thumping through the speakers. 

it’s especially loud this year considering they just moved out and into a little matchbox apartment. 

but it’s theirs. 

it’s george’s own space, free from his parents and free from matty’s (as much as he loves denise and tim). downside though—he hasn’t seen her, in quite a while. 

and now here she is, shit-eating grin on her angelic face (literally, she’s in all white with a crooked halo hanging off her head for dear life). there’s glitter on her eyelids that blinds him in the moonlight. and george can’t help but grin back. 

“hi, sweetheart,” he approaches her, a bit shy for some reason and about to say something when she launches herself at him and engulfs him in a bear hug. 

“i missed you!”

his heart skips a beat. she missed him… she missed him. 

she smells faintly of alcohol, maybe even a cigarette and george stops to think about how much she’s changed in the last few months, how much she’s come out of her shell. 

“i missed you too, sweet girl,” he murmurs in her hair and closes his eyes. “you could come by more often you know…”

she laughs in his chest. “i love my brother but not enough to stop by every week.”

she’s teasing, george knows she’s just taking the piss, but it stings regardless. because of course, why would she stop by their place if not to see matty? as far as matty is concerned george is just casual friends with her. someone she hangs out with along with matty’s other friends. 

“besides,” she continues, “your flat is on the third floor. can’t exactly climb the pipe up, can i?”

“i—” george clears his throat and pulls away. the joint dangles between his fingers, burning away and crumbling to ash by the minute but he doesn’t necessarily care about it at the moment. 

“you don’t have to…” he murmurs and clears his throat. “you don’t… we could, we should tell matty…”

she stares at him for a moment and george suddenly feels stupid. tell matty what exactly? it’s not like she’s his girlfriend. fuck, maybe he should start by figuring that out first and then—

but then she breaks into the most breathtaking smile he’s ever seen and for a moment george stops breathing. 

“you want to? i mean what would we even tell him? that we want to try dating? god this feels like being in the 50s! it’s not like i need his permission,” she rambles on, pausing very very briefly to take a deep breath and george stifles his smile. 

“it’s not like i’d ever expect him to ask my permission if he wanted to date one of my friends. actually no, scratch that, matty with one of my friends, that’s nightmare fuel. but oh my god, let’s not tell him about the… you know… about us—”

“having sex?” george grins and she shiftily looks away. 

“yeah,” she whispers, “yeah that.”

he flicks the joint aside and takes a step forward, towering over her until she’s pressed against the wall and looking at him through her eyelashes. a flush spreads over her cheeks, right under her artificial blush, subtle enough that he would have missed it had it not been for her biting her bottom lip nervously. 

that makes him groan. 

“fuck, sweetheart,” his hands rest on the wall on either side of her face. “i love it when you blush.”

“i wasn’t–i was—” but george is already cutting her off with a kiss. 

his teeth tug on her bottom lip, hands sliding down to her waist so he can pull her closer. public alleyway be damned, he needs to feel her now. he needs to swallow all her soft sounds and feel her giggles reverberate into his chest. when her fingers tangle into his hair, he almost groans with pleasure. 

fuck. she’s kissing him back just as hungrily. fingers playing with a few strands of his hair while her hips grind against his and fuck, he wants to have her now but not here, not like this. and so george continues to kiss her like a man starved, trying and failing to find the willpower to pull away. just another few seconds. just another minute. 

“shit, shit,” she pulls away first, looking at him with wide eyes and lipstick smeared around her mouth. “george, i–fuck, take me back to your room?”

“now?” he tries not to sound to eagers, not to freak her out but really he wants to fucking whoop with joy. 

almost like she can read his mind, she tugs him towards her once again for another quick, searing kiss. another one that knocks the wind right out of his chest. 

“now,” she confirms. the word half disappears onto his lips. 

and then she pulls away, grabbing onto his hand. 

if george had turned even a second sooner, he would have missed it—missed the way her face goes from flushed and eager to pale and grey. would have missed the way her breath hitches and she practically stumbles into the wall. 

if george had turned even a second sooner, it might just have been him stumbling into the wall instead. 

“fuck…” she whispers again, sounding absolutely nothing like she did just seconds ago. “matty, i—”

but the words die on her throat. 

and at the mouth of the alleway, matty’s jaw drops to the floor. 

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Can you please write one where shy reader likes both Natasha and Yelena but she tries to spend equal time with both of them and one day Natasha yells that the reader is the most useless Avenger because she's too sensitive and clingy and that her powers of talking to animals would NEVER come in handy so she doesn't understand why she is one, not knowing that reader had come in with gifts for everyone. Reader ends up running to her room and crying, dropping the gifts she got for everyone and going into littlespace without knowing. Yelena heard the door slam and goes to check on her and she stays with reader holding her close as she cries. She ends up telling Yelena what Natasha said while talking all cute like and Yelena puts her thumb in readers mouth and reader sucks on it until she falls asleep.

Everyone immediately goes silent when they hear reader running to her room and decide to just go to their own rooms for the night.

The next day reader asks Yelena to help her give gifts out while avoiding Natasha and Yelena agrees. Everyone is really nice and friendly but reader starts going back to being shy. She got Wanda a cookbook since she loves cooking, a vest for Yelena, got a cool pair of sunglasses made for Tony, got Thor a puppy, Carol a cat, Steve a sweater, Bruce a book about science, a gift card to an archery store for Clint since she doesn't know him beyond bow and arrows, and got Natasha custom and handmade knives.

Reader goes back to her room after everyone thanks her and Yelena goes to work out. Reader ends up staying in her room sobbing

She ends up going into littlespace the entire day by the time Yelena brings her breakfast. Natasha feels bad for what she said and goes to apologize but Yelena grabs her gift and leaves the room going off on her sister and throwing the gift that reader got Natasha.

Reader in littlespace is six (or whatever age you feel comfortable writing) years old and Yelena becomes her caregiver.

When out of littlespace reader no longer likes Natasha romantically and instead hangs out with Yelena more but is nervous because she's not sure of Yelena's sexuality or if she is into dating so reader avoids it until she ends up breaking down in front of Wanda and telling her she's scared to tell Yelena how she feels about her but Yelena ends up hearing it and her and reader end up together?

One Broken Heart Leads to Love

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Past). Yelena Belova x reader. Wanda maximoff x reader (platonic)

Warnings: Mention of the human shield. Being called useless.

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You walked into the compound excited as you held a bunch of gifts in your hands for everyone. Getting out of the elevator you basically skipped to the living area where everyone was seated. 

“Are you serious? Stark her only power is talking to animals, how is that supposed to help us with anything?” You heard a voice of Natasha say. Your skips came to a halt as you stood not far away from the rest but far back enough that they would not notice you. 

“Natasha, don't you think you're being a little harsh? She’s a sweet girl. And she-”

“Too harsh? Steve, you’ve seen her on missions. She's too sensitive. She is useless. Why do we still keep her around?” You felt frozen for a moment. Not wanting to believe what Natasha had just said. Sure your powers weren’t the most powerful but you still tried your best. You helped them in any way you could. Yeah, you were no trained assassin but you were still capable of fighting and protecting.

Dropping the gifts with a thud you quickly ran to your room and slammed the door not wanting to face anyone. While the avengers in the other room looked sadly at where you had previously been. Steve stood up and grabbed the gifts while setting them off to the side before deciding before walking to his room like the rest.

A slam was heard by Yelena before sobs filled her ears. Quickly standing up she grabbed one of her hoodies and raced to your room. Upon entering she saw you curled into yourself on the bed holding a stuffed bear to your chest. The same one she had won you at the fair a couple of months ago.

“Y/n? Is it okay if I come near you?” She asked. Watching you nod she sat beside you before falling back when you launched yourself into her arms. She softly stroked your back as she heard you babbling out words she didn’t quite understand. 

It took hours for you to calm down fully but when you did she quickly helped you change into her hood and a pair of shorts while laying you down in bed and turning on some cartoons.

“Y/n what happened?” she spoke softly while rubbing your back.

“Tasha say tat I usles.” Sniffling you buried your head in her neck and took her thumb and softly sucked on it. within seconds it seemed like you were out. 

Yelena sat staring at the ceiling. She couldn't believe what her sister had said to you. Why would she ever say such a thing? Your powers were amazing and even if they weren’t much help sometimes you still made up for it. You kept the team from falling apart, you kept everyone smiling, and most importantly she loved you. 

The next day you woke up to Yelena beside you. With a small smile, you made your way to the bathroom where you brushed your teeth and hair before changing. By then Yelena was already up and had her morning routine done.

“Lena, will you help me give everyone their gifts please?” You spoke quietly which made her frown but quickly smiled.

“Of course”

Walking downstairs seemed like it took forever. Yelena made sure everyone but Natasha was in the living area before sitting down with them as you grabbed each individual box (plus two that you had hidden away with air holes in them) and sat them in front of their respective person.

Thor and Carol were the first to open their gifts and each of them was in tears as thor had gotten a puppy and carol got a kitten. They each thanked you before walking out to buy their little friends some stuff. 

Wanda was next to open her gift and smiled brightly at the cookbook you had gotten her. She softly and gently kissed your forehead and thanked you before grabbing visions' hand and pulling him away as he looked fondly at the history book you had gotten him. 

Steve and Tony were next. Tony laughed at the sunglasses you had gotten him saying that he would wear them everywhere. Steve was quick to put on the sweater you had gotten him and did a little dance causing you to laugh a little. 

Clint had already opened his gift and was quick to go buy a certain bow he wanted before it sold out. You had given Bruce his last night and he thanked you with a tight smile before going back to his work.

Yelena was the last to open her gift besides Natasha. She looked like a kid at Christmas when she opened it and it seemed like her eyes sparkled as she put the vest on and inspected the many pockets. She gave you a tight hug and lots of thanks before she was called by steve to go train.

“Are you going to be alright? Would you like me to stay with you?” She asked.

“I'm alright Lena. Go ahead.” She nodded before walking off. Your smile quickly fell and you made your way back to your room where you turned back on cartoons and let the tears fall.

A couple of hours later you hear a knock on the door before Yelena walks in with a plate of bacon and bear-shaped pancakes. You giggled happily as she set them down on the desk and then picked you up spinning you around before setting you down. 

As you were eating the food you heard another knock. You looked up at Yelena as she walked to the door.

“What are you doing here.” She spoke with venom before shoving the person back and closing the door. All you could hear were muffled voices. Trying to ignore it you went back to your food and cartoons.

“I came to apologize Yelena. Now can you please move?” Natasha said with a sigh as she tried pushing past her sister.

“No! You may not apologize. You hurt her сука. Now leave her alone.” Yelena goes to walk away before she remembers something. “Before I forget she wanted you to have this. For some reason.” Yelena throws the gift at Natasha before walking back into the room.

Natasha holds the small gift in her hand as she stares at the door. Gently opening it her eyes water as she opens it to reveal a custom knife set with her logo on it and her name engraved.

Months passed and slowly you started falling more and more in love with Yelena. While also avoiding Natasha at all costs. Through this though you developed a strong friendship with Wanda. She taught you how to cook a lot which you both loved. You even had movie nights every Friday. 

“Wands?” You called into her room while sniffling. Wanda quickly asked vision to leave and brought you into the room and onto her bed while hugging you.

“What's wrong? What happened?” Wanda was very protective over you. She saw you as her little sister. She already had one sibling die she’d be damned if something happened to you.

“I'm in love with Yelena.” Wanda couldn't help herself and laughed as you said this causing you to shrink away from her.

“Oh no, I'm sorry y/n it's just that everybody knows you are in love with her.” You stared at her in shock and gasped.

“How?”

“Y/n you look at her like she hung the stars. You smile brighter when she's around. And sometimes it's like your eyes have little hearts in them every time you look at her.” She says while you huff.

“What if she doesn’t like me like that? What if she only sees me as a friend.” 

“Well, i-” Wanda was cut off by another voice.

“I do love you. So much. And I am so glad to hear you say you feel the same.” You both stared at Yelena a little startled.

 From then on you and Yelena become a couple. And she becomes your caregiver. Always there for you and protecting you. Natasha tried to apologize many times but each time wanda or Yelena was there to make her go away.

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Gaon ✧ Dancing in the Rain

✧ Xdinary Heroes Gaon x gn!reader ✧ words: ~800 ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: none

Desc.: You and your boyfriend Jiseok are out on a date when a sudden downpour interrupts you. Instead of sitting it out in a dry place, Jiseok decides it’s much more fun to stay outside and fool around in the rain.

“Oh,” you hear your boyfriend exclaim softly as he abruptly stops, falling behind on your walk through the city. You turn around and you see him looking up at the sky, holding out his hands in front of himself.

“What is it- oh.” You feel a raindrop hit your forehead, wiping it away, and now you’re looking up at the sky as well - you’re just like two kids who’ve never seen rain before. Really, it was supposed to be a sunny day that you and Jiseok had picked for your window shopping date, but now there is one big dark cloud hanging from the skies right above you, and both of you know the downpour will start any second. Still you don’t move.

“It’s coming,” Jiseok mumbles, sounding more mysterious about it than necessary, and then the raindrops begin to fall, hitting the path underneath you and leaving little wet stains on your clothes. You snap out of it and as you attempt to grab your boyfriend by his wrist, you say,

“Let’s go somewhere dry.” However, as you briefly observe the people around you fleeing into the shops and cafés at the side of the street, Jiseok takes a hold of your hand instead and pulls you towards him. Stumbling over your own feet in the process, he catches you swiftly, showing you a big grin.

“I got you,” he mumbles.

“I can feel that,” you reply dryly. However, you still can’t stop a blush from creeping onto your cheeks upon being this close to him.

“We should have some fun instead!” he proclaims, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Like this!” he adds, running a few steps with your hand still in his, pulling you along with him, and then taking a hold of your other hand as well. 

“We’ll get soaked!” you argue, looking around. “And also… people must be watching us.” The way Jiseok smiles at you brightly with his bangs already sticking to his forehead resembles the sun that’s currently hiding behind that big cloud up ahead, and it causes your heart to skip a beat.

“So what?” he answers. “Let’s just have fun by ourselves then! Who cares what they think?” Leading you with both hands, he starts moving through the downpour with you in a bit of a clumsy dance-like motion. But nonetheless it makes you smile, and the warm summer air mixed in with the rain soaking through your clothes fills you with a sense of freedom - rebellion almost. Suddenly you become very aware of how much fun you’re having by letting Jiseok pull you out of your comfort zone just a little bit, compared to the people who have fled to a dry place and you laugh out loud, your chest filled with childlike joy. Your boyfriend comes to a halt eventually, his eyes having never left your face and now his own expression seems to grow softer. Standing in the middle of the now empty street with you, he intertwines his fingers with yours, and without a single word he leans in. You let him kiss you, tasting the rain and his overflowing love for you on his lips as he moves them against yours slowly. Squeezing your hands lightly, he deepens the kiss, not caring about the fact that a bunch of people are probably still watching you through the windows of the surrounding shops, and you too let go of any worry at that very moment. All you focus on is the way he kisses you with much care, and how his touch fills your heart with warmth. When you part, he sends you a sweet smile before beginning to move again.

You dance and run through the rain like that for a while that seems both like half an eternity and a few mere fleeting moments, until the downpour suddenly stops, and with it so do your footsteps. You’re out of breath, face still beaming with a smile, and you almost don’t catch the way he looks at you with nothing but adoration in his gaze.

“We should head home and get changed,” Jiseok mutters as he lets go of one of your hands. “Or one of us is gonna catch a cold.”

“Yeah,” you agree, pointing at the sky, towards the rainbow that has appeared as the cloud passed you by and the sun has left its hideout. Enjoying both the view and the buzzing feelings still flowing through your body, you add, “Just a minute.”

[mcflymemes]

NO STRINGS ATTACHED PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 2011 film

i'm warning you. if you take one step closer, i'm never letting you go.

so what's up with not calling me back?

it's perfect. will you read it for me?

did you think we had sex? we did not have sex!

i know it's over.

are you having sex?

that is a terrible, self-destructive plan, and i'm behind you a hundred percent.

when we met, you weren't wearing pants.

can we not tell everyone?

how long have you two been together?

what i need is someone who's gonna be in my bed at 2AM who i don't have to lie to or eat breakfast with.

yup, i'm definitely gay.

look, i'm not really an affectionate person.

go on a date with me.

you are such an overachiever.

look at my face.

we're sex friends. friends with benefits. fuck buddies.

i can't keep doing this. i'm not gonna see you again.

look, i know i'm supposed to want to be in a relationship, but i just end up with a broken heart and a bunch of their old t-shirts.

if we were in a relationship, i would become a weird scary version of myself. my throat starts constricting. the walls start throbbing. it's like a peanut allergy, like an emotional peanut allergy.

hey, someone call charlie brown! we found the great pumpkin!

don't make fun of me!

i'm gonna call everyone in my phone until someone agrees to have sex with me.

i'm pretty good at archery.

let's smoke some weed.

i sprained my wrist punching a wall.

i'm not good at this stuff.

the box of fifty donut holes is $5.79. you're gonna need two boxes.

we fell asleep and we were spooning.

try to stay away from women who want to fuck you.

that was really mean.

don't do that. don't just disappear like that on me.

how much money do you have on you?

do you wanna do this?

well, i can't date you either.

you're very talented, but fuck you!

i guess i wanted to hear your voice.

i want you to know that i respect you.

you shouldn't listen to me.

thank you for what you did back at the restaurant.

do you want to get out of here?

it's not really possible.

you left your socks in my room.

if you're lucky, you're never gonna see me again.

congrats? for what? having sex with you?

i'm so sorry. i love you.

hey, you can't call me and tell me that you miss me.

if you really miss me, you need to grow up and get in your car and come and see me.

people aren't meant to be together forever.

i don't want to freak you out, but i'd love to hang out with you in the daytime sometime.

i thought you just said it.

i'm going to start peeing with the door open. it's going to get weird.

i can't focus on my porn with all this real sex going on around me!

i don't want to have that conversation on the phone.

we don't get to pick who we fall in love with, and it doesn't happen like it should.

we didn't break up. we never started.

you did a good job, so i thought you deserved a balloon.

you make my heart skip a beat.

yeah, i could do that.

can i say something? and don't take this the wrong way because you know i'll be your friend no matter what.

okay, where's that?

oh, by the way, it's the best sex of my life.

are you still there?

i made you a valentine's day card.

i'm assuming that's a good thing.

things were getting too intense so we decided not to see each other until we hook up with other people.

that's really sweet.

you always do this. you always find something wrong with everybody who likes you.

we were spooning with our clothes on which is like. ten times worse.

we are getting laid tonight!

is this about me not having a date?

god, i am single as fuck.

i understand what's going on.

you have to come with me.

i can't stop thinking about them.

this isn't really my place.

i'm telling you to be hurt. i can take it. the world can take it.

sometimes my neck gets sore because my brain is so big.

get in your car and drive away.

i know this is random. i just... um. i miss you. i miss you so much.

i don't know what to say.

you're fucking my ex-girlfriend?

i'm not gonna meet your parents.

don't list me as your emergency contact. i won't come.

you know i worry about you sometimes.

i think monogamy goes against our basic biology.

i just worked fourteen hours.

no one threw up on me today.

that was such a fail on my part.

if i catch you taking pictures of your dick one more time, i'm taking that thing away.

watch and learn.

you want to go with me to this stupid thing?

did i just pass out on your couch?

did you look at it?

oh my god, i love you so much.

[misailurist]

State of the Fanfiction

Wanted to talk a bit about fanfics I wrote back in the day and plans for the future. tldr: it's (almost) all weird-ass Simeon Saint rarepairs

Eight years ago, I wrote Simon Says, a way-too-long story about Simon Blackquill's time in prison... which quickly became focused on him dating/breaking up with Simon Keyes. There had been some interest in that pairing, and I liked it myself, but keeping them together felt antithetical to the story's overall message of "Blackquill is OK now and has learned to stop martyring himself for others," and also I not-so-secretly think messy breakups are more fun than successful romances. So that's what I did. Despite that, I'd had a lot of notes at the time about what a sequel might look like, where Keyes got out of prison and had his own redemption arc and became the kind of boyfriend who wouldn't destroy Blackquill's life. But when it came to actually write it, I decided that redemption arcs were boring, scrapped it all, and started working on my bonkers Keyes/Phantom fic where literally the only reason behind the pairing choice was, "Phantom is about as emotionally functional as an animal, so I bet Keyes could train him into being his dog." I wrote two chapters and then wandered away from fandom entirely to try being a functional adult for a while. Now, a whole ass time skip later, being a functional adult sucks ass and AAI2 finally got localized, so here I am again. I ended up reading all my own fanfic -- do you know that if enough years pass, you'll forget enough of what you wrote that reading your own fics feels like finding a new favorite author who made a bunch of shit just for you? Do recommend. And in those fics, I found three stories where I were mad that they hadn't been finished. Did you know that if you're your own new favorite author, you are now burdened with the knowledge that unfinished fics won't be updated unless YOU, YOURSELF update them? Awful. Terrible. Do not recommend. The three fics were: 1. Just Fake it. My post-bad-end Blackbright fic. I should go to jail for not finishing that. (On the bright side, it's what made me hyper-vigilant about backing up my writing, which is why I have the remnants of all the stories on this list at all.) I would like to finish it but I am in the middle of replaying the games and don't want to touch it until I've replayed Dual Destinies. (I am currently on...... Turnabout Big Top. Sigh.) 2. Impostor Syndrome. The aforementioned Keyes/Phantom fic, which I have updated with the new localized names so it is now a Saint/Phantom fic. Although it is currently just "the meandering post-prison adventures of Simeon Saint" fic because I am completely, utterly making this shit up as I go and haven't gotten to the shipping part yet. Does anyone want to read this but me? Trick question, I don't care. I'm basically in a fugue state right now and I don't think I could stop if I wanted. Also we are T-minus-two-chapters to where there will, in fact, be some actual for real Saint/Phantom shipping, so idk hang in there. 3. Simon, Horace, and Miles. The "what if there were no IS-7" AU. This one sucks actually. But I still love the idea of it. There's meat there. But the whole thing needs to be scrapped and restarted from the ground up. Something to consider once Impostor Syndrome is out of my system. Also I would rewrite it to be properly soutamitsu. That's a pairing the world needs more of, damn it. Also I lied, there's a secret fourth one that I never posted anywhere publicly: 4. Fabulous! A Simeon Saint/Max Galactica smut fic I started and then remembered I don't like writing smut. But the setup was pretty good so maybe I'll try again to finish it???

[thursday7econlive]

Name: Regina Nappo

Student ID: 17848878

Discussion Time: Thursday 7:00-7:50 pm

Professor Branch, Econ 20A

Date: March 14, 2023

What's in a Mindset?

The topics that I wanted to focus on for my Econ Live project are total utility, marginal utility, and sunk cost fallacy.

This quarter I am taking eight classes, as depicted in the graph above. As I have been thinking of my Econ Live project topic, I realized that the graph above represented a great aspect of my daily life, and also discusses what we have talked about in class.

Taking eight classes, there are some days when I have up to eight class sessions to attend, whether it's lectures, meetings, or discussions. However, I noticed that my overall satisfaction and productivity would greatly diminish throughout the day, and at about my fifth class, my marginal utility would be down to 0. As you can see in the graph, my total utility generally increases until about the fifth class. After the fifth class, my marginal utility begins to go into the negatives, which causes my total utility to begin to slope downwards as well.

Furthermore, I noticed that the idea of sunk cost fallacy actually played a great role in my day-to-day decisions. I commute to school, so there have certainly been days where I have stayed for an 8th class of the day. On these days, I use the logic, "I'm already here, so it would be a waste not to go to class. I paid tuition for these credits, so it would be a waste of money not to attend my 8th class of the day." During our economics class, I learned that this mindset is very similar to sunk cost fallacy. Noted, I do not often have eight classes in a single day, so I'm not encouraging skipping class. However, I do think there are reasonable limits, and when I know I would be much more productive studying at home than having a staring contest with the clock in my 8th class of the day, I think that is the idea of sunk cost fallacy coming into play.

As a brief refresher, sunk cost fallacy is when a person is unwilling to give up on a course of action due to already having heavy investments in it, even though giving up the idea would have the greatest benefits. This is like when a person chooses to watch the end of a terribly boring and pointless movie simply because they already bought the ticket for the movie, and think that leaving would be a waste. In reality, that person could go home and make more value of their time, time that would've gone to a pointless commitment to a pointless movie.

So, I realized that sometimes when I was completely burnt out, forcing myself to go to a class that I knew I could easily make up from notes, posted lectures, readings, etc., was not worth it. I would normally not learn much due to tiredness, often getting distracted on my phone or in my own thoughts. However, I realized that I could make myself much more economically efficient by spending that time studying, looking over my notes, and working on homework.

All in all, this mentality has helped me to develop a much healthier outlook on academics and my mode of production. I often subconsciously consider things like my total utility nowadays in my everyday life, such as when it comes to hanging out with friends and such as well. A few hours is good, but after reaching the maximum point, it becomes a little excessive, especially if I have work and other things I must tend to. Overall, I am very glad that I learned about sunk cost fallacy as well. I actually tried to start an online business about a year ago, where I ordered a bunch of jewelry online for my store. Needless to say, without any experience, it did not go as planned. However, due to sunk cost fallacy, a phrase that I did not know existed at the time, I continued to spend lots of money on social media ads in hopes of at least selling all the stuff I had ordered. Of course, amateur ads did not do much, and I just ended up finding myself deeper into the rabbit hole. The point is, I learned a great deal in our economics course, and more and more, I am starting to see these concepts in my everyday life.

As for the second graph, it is a copy of the first graph but with accurate depictions of my emotions throughout the span of the curves! The emotions continuously rise up until a certain point and then start going downhill. Thank you Professor Branch for a great quarter!

[sakurachan7734]

Love in my dreams and in real life too

Chapter 5: concert date

October 10th at 12pm

Jackson:* getting ready for the concert* so what do you think of Zachary?

Aristotle: I like him

Jackson: like like him?

Aristotle: yes

Jackson: why do you like him?

Aristotle: he is very talented and his voice is very calming to me and his style of clothes is nice I could go on but Zachery is already waiting for us

Jackson: I’m almost done and that’s cute hopefully he didn’t hear you

Aristotle: your saying that like he did

Jackson: he isn’t he is in the living room and how did you trick your parents into skipping going to wherever you were going to?

Aristotle: I told my father that I had a very important Test I needed to study for

Zachary:* from the living room* are you almost ready?

Aristotle and Jackson walk into the living room

Zachary: good let’s go! Let’s get Charlie

Zachary starts driving to the abandoned hotel Charlie lives at

Zachary: you both look nice

Aristotle: thanks

Zachary: your welcome do you plan on staying the whole time?

Aristotle: I will try to hopefully everyone will be focused on the singer and not me

Jackson: don’t worry we will make sure that nobody tries to get close to you

Charlie:* gets into the car* oh Aristotle is coming with us?

Aristotle: yea I will pay for the tickets

Charlie: nice

Aristotle: by the way I’m going to have some family over next month so I won’t be free

Jackson: ok who is coming over?

Aristotle: grandparents on my fathers side and my aunts and uncle on my dads side and a few extended family members

Zachary: good to know

Jackson: hay Aristotle have you been to a concert before? 

Aristotle: no there were several I wanted to go to but my parents are too busy to go with me and my sister is too young for concerts 

Jackson: ok look we are almost here! 

Zachary: ok let me park then we will go in

Zachary finds a parking spot and they go in and buy tickets and go to the room where the concert is

Zachary: ok do you guys need the bathroom or anything? 

Aristotle: no

Jackson: ok because the only bathrooms on the second floor

Aristotle: that’s a dumb design

Charlie: yea definitely

30 minutes later the show starts and everyone starts cheering the Kids where having a bunch of fun jumping around and dancing

Jackson:* whispers to Zachary* go for it now

Zachary:* whispers back* What?

Jackson: kiss Aristotle now this is the perfect timing no one‘s looking

Zachary: no this isn’t the right place or the right time and I doubt I’m there type anyway 

Jackson: what do you mean?

Zachary: Jackson look at me and look at Aristotle I am a wizard that like to play guitar and Aristotle is a intelligent beautiful person who is famous and the chance of getting with a celebrity or the child of a celebrity is very low

Jackson: hay don’t say that you’re a good looking guy I’d date you 

Zachary: thanks but this isn’t the right time to kiss them right now 

Aristotle: What are you guys talking about?

Zachary: oh nothing

Charlie: ok anyway me and Aristotle were talking about going to the fair next door after this

Jackson: oh f**k yea!!

Zachary: that’s a good idea oh my favorite song is playing!!

A few hours pass and the concert ends and they all go to the fair and start walking around looking for a ride to go on

Aristotle: it’s really pretty tonight

Zachary: not as pretty as you

Aristotle: aww thanks

Charlie: hay guys the swings are open!

Aristotle: cool let’s go

The teens go on a few rides until they all decide to go home and rest good thing they don’t have school the next day Aristotle wakes up to a call from Jackson

Aristotle: yes Jackson?

Jackson: hay so when did you say that your family is coming over?

Aristotle: November 18 why? 

Jackson: oh I just wanted to know because i want to hang out with you when it’s over

Aristotle: ok we can plan something 

Jackson: good * hangs up* they said November 18

Zachary: ok so I will tell them after that

Jackson: are you sure you are ready to confess?

Zachary: yes I will rehearse what I’m gonna say

Jackson; that’s a good idea

The next day at Aristotles house after school

Zachary: hay so how long will your family gathering be?

Aristotle: it will probably be the whole day it’s probably going to be boring so I may just hide in my room

Zachary: ok if you want to escape from everyone you can call me

Aristotle: I know I will

Zachary: so what do you like to do for fun?

Aristotle: I like reading and practicing dancing

Zachary: like fancy dancing or for fun?

Aristotle: fancy dancing like the waltz and practice my ballet stances 

Zachary: are you good at dancing?

Aristotle: yes do you want me to teach you?

Zachary: not now

Aristotle: ok

Zachary: I’ve always wanted to ask you this, but where did you get your dress from? It’s very pretty.

Aristotle: I made it myself 

Zachary: wow you are really talented

Aristotle: thank you 

Zachary: hay can you do me a favor and tell me about the reunion once it’s done?

Aristotle: of course I will! 

Zachary: and take pictures or videos of any thing crazy

Aristotle: I will don’t worry about it handsome

End of chapter













[tteokdoroki]

streamer dreamer. | k.bakugou. ʚ !! ɞ

❧ ; SYNOPSIS. after joining a twitch stream hosted by his celebrity crush— professional and number one fanboy, katsuki bakugou's plans for writing a smut fic about her, end up getting a little out of hand.

❧ ; cpu characters. katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

❧ ; word count. 2K

❧ ; genre + rating. fanboy!au, celebrity!au, college!au, smut, 18+, minors do not interact !!

❧ ; game warnings. - proceed with caution !! characters are in their twenties, reader is shorter than bakugou, smut, cum tributes, sex dreams, dry humping, unprotected sex, creampie, male!masturbation, oral sex fem!recieving, degredation!kink, breeding!kink, dacryphilia!kink, size!kink.

❧ ; streamer commentary. hey cuties!! today i bring you another comm of mine from the lovely @angusmoko, thank you so much <3 i miss writing for bkg :(! thanks to @cellotonins for beta reading !! enjoy <3  m.list. + tip jar.

NEW TWEET from @yndreamsOfficial: streaming tonight!!! we’re going to be playing a bunch of horror games this time around, make sure to join me on twitch at…

the notification had bakugou rushing home from class in a flash, desperate not to miss out on you going live and rejecting an opportunity to hang out with classmates...yet again. kirishima’s words rattle around in the blonde’s skull ‘he’s dying to go home and watch his little girlfriend again tonight. he’s not gonna come.’ as he takes out his laptop before throwing his backpack down by the door and rolling into bed, pulling up your twitch url along with your twitter and tabs for writing the latest fic he had been working on.

bakugou had been a fan of yours since the day your band, dreamers, had first debuted about two years ago. he’d been there when your fandom was small and your group of y2k-esque music artists were completely underground— the blonde remembers scraping by for group content, finding crumbs left by other fans on social media until you were rocket launched into fame thanks to one hit single.

out of all members in dreamers, you were definitely his favourite— you were always the most down to earth in interviews, interacted with fans as best as you could ( like you were now with your twitch streams during promotional cool off periods ), you even followed him back and he had almost all of your merch. so it was only natural that the blonde fanboy took to writing fanfiction about you on tumblr and ao3, running a regularly posting fan account for you on twitter too.

he has another, private and hornier account too, with cum tributes posted in your honour.

but only bakugou needs to know about that one.

NEW TWEET FROM @yndreamsOfficial: stream starts now! we’ll be doing a listening party of my bands new album too @DreamersOfficial <3

@dynamightdr: can’t wait to see you. @yndreamsOfficial

bakugou tweets out, vermillion eyes searching through the trending tweets mentioning your name as your twitch stream loads up on one of his tabs. his heart skips a beat when you like his tweet before starting.

“hey guys! welcome, welcome! i missed you...is everything working?”

your voice filters through bakugou’s dorm room, providing the spark of inspiration he needs for the exposition in his fic. the words fly onto the google doc as you speak and greet your viewers, blab on about upcoming music and tour dates— get into playing the game and the blonde can’t help but stare, taking in your excited expression, the way you tug on your lip as you concentrate on not fucking up your quest.

you’re so beautiful, so perfect and the image of you bleeds into katsuki’s brain and consumes his thoughts whole— helping him get on with the small smut drabble he’d intended to write. ‘ah, fuck!’ you whine at a sudden jumpscare you encounter, the sound pulling the fanboy’s attention right back to your stream. it’s probably more lustful than you intended...but the innocence and airiness to the sound shoots straight to bakugou’s cock...the smut he has planned doing nothing to help either. “if any of you clip this, my managers are gonna kill me. my band mates will never let me live this down!”

shifting away from the tab he’s writing on, bakugou desperately searches the twitch chat to see if anyone’s clipped the sound of you whining— thanking the stars when he finds it, replaying the heavenly sound you let out as his cock throbs beneath his sweats, eyes fluttering shut as he imagines you making that sound for him. pictures: you whining in his laps before the clothes come off, your skirt hiked up over your fleshy ass and cotton panties grinding against katsuki’s soft grey pants— leaving a darker spot on his bulge, wet and sweet just like your gasping whines.

the thought has katsuki hot all over his body, burning underneath his skin while your voice from the stream echoes in his mind— turning up the volume of lust filling him.

“fuck, you guys...don’t do that!” you complain, plump lip between your teeth while your stream teases you and katsuki’s fingers grasp at the material of his shirt— stuffing it into his mouth while the rest take the trek down his carved, washboard abs and into his underwear, grasping at his thick girth as it springs to life. blonde lashes hit his cheeks with a soft whimper, katsuki squeezing the base of his cock as the pre drops against his knuckles and shame pricks at those very same cheeks for jerking off to the sound of you. “you’re so mean! what…? you like the sound of me crying?”

katsuki definitely fucking does, jamming his thumb into his tip that bleeds arousal— spreading it across his angry and bright red tip. he wants to make you cry, fuck that... he’d love to make you cry. if he had you the way he wanted, you’d be sobbing before katsuki even had a chance to sink into your pretty little pussy, rough fingers drawing circles on your clit to make you cum at least twice before he bullies his way into your insides— rubbing your slit up and down, pinching between your thighs and fucking just the tip...just the tip into your hole struggling to take him.

“you think i’m pretty when i cry too?”

the blonde’s hand is slick, coated in his milky precum that helps him guide his hand up and down his throbbing dick smoothly and wetly— it makes him shake, thighs trembling and chest heaving. “y’so pretty baby...love it when you cry f’me.” he says as if he’s talking to you, words heavy on his tongue as they get lost of the saliva building up there. “cry f’me to fuck you hard, till yer creamin’ cummin’ all over me—shit!” his voice, always so gruff and timbre cracks at the end as bakugou fucks up into his wet fist. his brain is foggy, covered in a hazy sheet of desire thinking about finally dropping you down on his length, filling you to the brim and leaking white against your ribbed insides while your nails tear through his skin until blood is gathered underneath them and red marks are stricken down his back.

you’d keen into his touch, dainty fingers running through sweaty blonde locks as you tug bakugou’s hot mouth onto your chest— moan for him as he sucks your pebbled nipple into it while his strawberry tongue rolls desperately over the flesh. he bets you’re as soft as you look, like peach in his hands— juicy like one too. dreaming of you is like taking a bite into forbidden fruit and now his mind is running with the thought of getting a taste of what’s between your strong thighs.

would you wrap them around his head if he ate you? cunt gushing against katsuki’s tongue as he dips it into your sweet hole, slurping the nectar from your puffy folds— every gasp you let out over stream fuels his dirty thoughts, his palm around his fat cock pressing down hard on the forked vein on the underside… imagining it to be you spasming around him, whether it be a pair of his fingers searching for your gummy g-spot or his shaft plunging deep inside of your warmth, soaking him in your essence and all that is you.

“fuck...i love you,” you giggle at something a fan of yours says over stream. it’s such a pretty sound. i love you. and katsuki knows it’s meant for the fans that you adore but all he can think about is how you’d wail it to him, how much you love him and how much you love how the precious blonde fucks you until you can see the shape of his cock in your tummy and his finger prints are marking the insides of your doughy thighs.

“y’love me baby? f-fuck! yeah you do…” he stutters out, squelching sounds overlapping with the audio of your stream— bakugou’s fist slap loudly with the weight of his balls heavy with cum, drooling thick arousal everywhere and anywhere. you’re making him a mess and you’re not even with him, you have him in a tight grip— skin flushed red, shirt soaked through with sweat and the cotton of his actual sweatpants completely stained and darkened with precum. “y’love me… you love me s’much. shit baby, yer gonna let me cum, right? g’nna let me fill that p-pussy up with all my cum..”

bakugou chants at the screen while you play your games, looking so sweet and innocent over the screen. he knows that he’d taint you, ruin you— you wouldn’t even be able to take all of the cum that katsuki bakugou has for you. there’s too much of it, too much pressure in his lower stomach and he’d fuck so much of his seed into you that your stomach would swell and you’d squirm beneath him to stop. fuck, the way your hips would run away from him because of his size, because you can’t take any more and your face is hot with those beautiful tears you have— katsuki knows your height, shorter than him, easy enough to break. his thick girth would have your hole stretching over his tip alone, choking him out for the better and for that, he’d have to breed you.

make you take it, make you take all of him.

no condom with all the warmth of your cunt, the slick arousal running down your thighs as he pounds you.

all of these thoughts are near enough to kill a man, drag katsuki bakugou under a pool of lust and drown him. the way he jerks himself off is fast paced and lazy, palm of his hand running smooth circles over his cockhead over and over until he’s warranted himself useless— body slumped in his bed, sweat dripping down his back and nothing but you and his lewd moans and dripping cock filling his ears while blood rushes through.

he’s losing his mind, losing himself to pleasure.

“y’my pretty whore, you’re gonna take all my fucking cum.” he manages, eyes locked onto the screen as you say your timid goodbyes to the stream, telling everyone you love them and you’ll see them soon and bakugou can’t help but imagining you underneath him with shaky, shy i love you’s pouring from between your kiss-swollen lips as you finally cum for him— all over him, like a fountain of euphoria.

when his laptop screen goes black, the damn breaks and the blonde cums the hardest he ever has in his entire life— thick white oozing from his tip in marvellous streams, running down his shaft at a pace faster than his shallow breaths. tears are large and bold in vermillion orbs and they fall against katsuki’s pink cheeks, his thighs quiver with every cum shot he makes, all over his hands and legs and both his hands shake as he takes a snap for his nsfw account— his usual stream of likes pouring in with flattering comments from mutuals which he doesn’t care for, only you.

a cum tribute, dedicated to you, your name in the caption.

one from your biggest fan.

the blonde’s mind is still swimming, google doc still blank as his brain, body sticky with the drying cum and sweat— bakugou doesn’t even think as he pulls up your latest tweet asking if everyone enjoyed the stream, barely double checking which Twitter account he’s on.

@dynamightnsfw: thanks for a fun night. @yndreamsOfficial

he should have double checked, for a minute later, a dm from your official account pops through— making his heart jump out of his chest and that orgasm charity shining through.

you send him his latest tweet, his golden skin covered in his own cum with your name and a thank you note in the caption.

“i guess you really enjoyed the stream, huh?” your message reads.

[scwheeler]

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pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: your relationship falters when mike falls out of love with you instead falling for another girl, el.

warnings: heartbreak, mike being an asshole 😕😕

age of pairing: 15-16 years old

you could say that your relationship with mike was pretty underground. but if someone asked if you were dating someone, you would say mike without hesitation. it wasn’t a surprise if they saw you on a date with him but other than that you never gloated or talked about him every single moment of the day like some girls did about their boyfriends.

honestly you knew he liked you and he knew you liked him, so there was nothing to hide and nothing to talk about much. of course there were times when you simply wanted to brag about how cute your relationship was but otherwise his name would barely come up in a conversation.

frankly, it’s only been a couple of months since you started to date him. he confessed as soon as you did and you both agreed to go out with each other. during those months it has been nothing but pure bliss, that is until you started to hang around him more. it seemed that the more you were around him, the more he wanted nothing to do with you.

since you both were in the party, the group would meet up in mike’s basement every weekend to play d&d or watch a movie since mike’s mom thought you guys shouldn’t play “a stupid game” for more than eleven hours.

ever since you started dating though, you decided to come over more and more which mike rather enjoyed since he liked your company. you would come alone and the two of you would have date nights or even to take a nap while beside each other.

today you sat beside mike’s empty chair. you chattered away with dustin, el, max, and lucas as mike and will ran down the stairs with a bunch of snacks. as soon as mike sat down, he didn’t even say hi. maybe he didn’t realize you thought so you tapped his shoulder though and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. you smiled and max and lucas also cracked a grin, looking at their best friend blushing.

“come on y/n, dustin bet how long it would take me to give it, but that was just plain cheating,” he frowned but quickly softened returning another kiss on my cheek. you smiled, you loved when he would play little games because you knew that in the end he loved you.

the two of you would always be snickering in the back of the class, exchanging notes and holding hands. skipping down the halls with smiles plastered on your faces, discussing your plans for the weekend. soon your relationship was full on public but you didn’t mind. it just meant that more people knew how happy you were and there was no negative to that. right? wrong.

something you clearly didn’t realize was that everything seemed to falter a few weeks later. you clearly were still in love but it seemed like he wasn’t. he was rough when you were there and he was with his friends. sometimes ignoring you or even telling you that he wanted to be alone.

you gave him his space but it was like you weren’t even dating. you would mostly be alone or with the rest of the party but never alone with mike. he was too busy with whatever excuse he made up for that time. lucas, dustin, max, and will also recognized this. you would wave to mike at the cafeteria and they would be the ones to acknowledge it and tell mike. too bad he was so busy talking flirting with el.

and it was the first time in a while that you had seen that familiar glint in his eyes. the same one mike had for the first six months of your relationship. you hadn’t seen it for a long time, it had been about four weeks he stopped trying to make ‘this’ work at all. he had given up and was practically waiting for you to do the same.

she didn’t even know him as much as you did.

was she there when jonathan taught you, will, and mike how to ride a bike? no.

did she help him with multiplication all throughout elementary school and up till sixth grade? didn’t think so.

gone to yosemite as a family trip? no ma’am.

kissed him for the first time at the arcade in seventh grade? no, she didn’t and she wouldn’t ever.

because you were there first and as much as it hurt, but you were second now. so you took the initiative and broke up with him after fifth period ended. you pulled him aside and as hard it was for you to mutter those four words, “we should break up” was for you, he was pretending to care.

he was probably thinking about how to ask out eleven already. your watering eyes didn’t help but you ended things then and there and walked away. when you turned the corner, your true friends pulled you into a hug. lucas, max, dustin, and will comforted you even though mike was their close friend, even they knew what he did was wrong. you couldn’t label it as cheating but it hurt as much and the actions done were almost identical.

after that day, you tried to stay friends with mike. even seeing him with el strapped onto his arm like they were cuffed together, you tried to resist the urge to throw yourself off of a building and put on a brave face.

you talked to other guys, trying bc to replace the once there feelings with another person but deep down you knew that you would never find someone who had the same classes, same street, same interests, same party,

but no longer the same feelings.

[americasass91]

Baby Fever

Hello lovelies! I hope everyone is well! This little fic is for the amazingly talented @buckyownsmylife​ 2k/Birthday Challenge! Which the theme for it was breeding kink. Which how could I not participate in that? Breeding kink just happens to be one of the biggest kinks I have(and i don’t even want kids, go figure) So I looked through my Masterlist and realized I didn’t have a breeding kink fic with Steve. Well, I can’t say that anymore!

Thank you for hosting this challenge you lovely, beautiful human! And congrats on the 2k!! You deserve that and so much more! I hope everyone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit (duh, it’s a breeding kink fic)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: breeding kink(again, duh), Professor!Steve(I feel like he’s a warning all by himself, language, age gap, unprotected sex(I mean, it’s kind of implied but I’ll put the warning anyway)

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“How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

You help can’t but roll your eyes at your husband of 4 months. “I told you I’m not sure. It’s my niece’s 1st birthday party. You could’ve stayed home you know.”

Steve pulls up to your sister’s house and parks among the other vehicles in the front yard. “Yeah and give them even more reasons to hate me? No thanks.”

See, Steve wasn’t your family’s favorite person. It all has to do with the fact that he’s 10 years older than you and how you guys met, which was during your freshman year of college. You were the innocent student and he was your history professor.

The attraction was instant and very mutual between you two. But dating students at this particular university was frowned upon and Steve could have lost his job. So, you admired each other from afar….that is until the semester was over. You went to visit him in his office after your last class and he eagerly bent you over his desk and ruined you for any other future man you may have.

Well, that was 6 years ago now. Your family of course didn’t approve and thought he was just taking advantage of a young, naive student. Your mom was the first to come around when she noticed a change in your demeanor and how happy he made you. She talked some sense into your dad and he eventually backed off as well.  

It took until Steve put a ring on your finger for your sister to accept him. Although you know her and her friends still judged you two. You could tell by the looks you guys always got whenever around them. You learned to not let it bother you. Steve was amazing. He was attentive, caring, and he loved you with everything he had. The only flaw he had was that he didn’t want kids.

It almost made you consider not marrying him. You had always wanted kids. But, in the end you realized you wanted Steve for the rest of your life more than a baby. But he did adopt a kitten with you. So it’s a win, win.

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He gets out of the car and grabs the gift out of the trunk. You had gotten her an outfit that says ‘My aunt is cooler than your aunt’ and various toys that she would enjoy. Plus, being the book editor you were, you couldn’t not get her a book. So, you got her the very first Harry Potter book. When Steve saw you wrapping it with a questioning look, you told him it was never too early to start a child’s transition into being a Potterhead.

You skipped excitedly next to Steve as you made your way to the front door. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. “You excited or something, sweetheart?”

After ringing the doorbell, you turn towards him. “Of course I am! I love my little niece!”

Truth was, you knew you were never going to have a baby of your own. So you poured all of your love and joy for a baby into your niece.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when your brother-in-law, Matt, answers the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers! Glad you made it! Come on in!” He ushers you 2 inside, helping you both hang your coats up in the hall closet. He then points to the obvious gift table. “You can just set that down there, Steve. And if you’d like, me and a bunch of the other husbands are downstairs in the basement watching the game. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Steve looks at you, silently asking for permission. You give him a quick pecking the lips. “Go have fun. Just make sure to come back up for food and presents.”

As Steve heads downstairs with Matt, you can’t help but take in all the decorations. Little Miss Lindsey just happens to currently be obsessed with The Little Mermaid. So of course the theme is under the sea. Your sister really went all out. Streamers, balloons, and even mermaid figurines were everywhere. There’s even mermaid confetti on the tables.

You head in search of your sister and the birthday girl, one of which you find in the kitchen. “Hey sis! Need any help?”

Your sister, Rachel, turns from the hot dog sauce she’s stirring on the stove and gives you a big hug. “Oh, thank god you’re here! Can you grab the vegetable tray and potato salad out of the fridge and put them on that table over there?”

“Sure! Where’s Linds?” You ask as you grab the requested items out of the fridge.

Your sister returns to the sauce on the stove. “She’s still napping. I should be getting her up soon. Where’s Steve? He stay home? I know this isn’t really his thing.”

You take the plastic wrap off the potato salad and sit it amongst the smorgasbord of other food on the table. “Of course he’s here. He’s down in the basement with the other men.”

You sister lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I told Matt they could only watch until everybody got here. Ah, shit. I think I hear Lindsey crying.”

“I’ll get her!” Quickly jumping at the chance to see her.

“You sure? That would be great! The outfit I want her to wear is on the changing table. And can you do her hair up in the bow, too?”

“You got it!” You make your way down the hall towards Lindsey’s room, her crying getting louder. You open the door and see her sitting up in her crib. Her crying quiets the moment she sees you. She gets a big ole smile on her face and reaches out for you. “Hi, sweet girl! How is the birthday girl today?” You pick her up and give her a big hug. “How about we get you changed into your party outfit?” She just coos back at you in response.

You push her outfit aside and lay her down on the changing table. Quickly realizing she’s wet, you give her a fresh diaper. She attempts to ‘help’ as you try to change her into her party outfit. Which after it’s on her, she looks like a little mermaid. You quickly brush her hair and pull as much of it as you can into a ponytail on the top of her head and add the matching bow. You stand back a little from her and clap your hands. “What a pretty girl! Are you ready to join your party?” You pick her up and turn around to head out of the room. You’re surprised to see your husband standing in the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were watching the game?” He shrugs his shoulders and walks towards you two. “I missed you.” He tickles Lindsey’s side, causing her to giggle. “Happy Birthday, little one.” You can’t help but feel your heart warm. That always happens anytime your husband interacts with a baby.

“I was just helping Rachel out by getting her ready. She seemed a little frazzled in the kitchen.” You turn your attention back to Lindsey. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go join your mommy in the kitchen!”

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The next hour goes by in a blur. You weren’t really paying attention to anyone else. All of yours on Lindsey. The only food she seemed to want was what was on your plate. You didn’t mind sharing. Then she got to ‘smash’ her cake. Which for Lindsey it meant taking delicate little bites from said cake, mostly of the icing. She did still manage to get it all down the front of her though. But that’s okay, Rachel of course had a back up outfit ready.

You had just polished off your hot dog when Rachel walked back into the room with a now clean Lindsey. Steve grabbed yours and his plates to go dispose of.

Rachel sat on the floor with Lindsey who immediately started crawling towards you. “I think you’re gonna have to join us, sis.”

You can tell it’s hurting Rachel’s feelings a little that Lindsey is so attached to you today. Nevertheless, you join them on the floor, placing Lindsey in your lap. “Ready to open presents, sweet girl?”

Rachel turns to Matt. “Honey, could you start handing out the presents please?”

He nods and goes to grab the first of many presents. He sits it down in front of Lindsey who immediately goes for the tissue paper. She doesn’t even seem to care about the present in the bag. You laugh and try to get her attention on the gift inside.

You look up and see everyone laughing at the birthday girl who only wants the tissue paper. You notice Steve towards the back of the crowd, only he’s not laughing. He’s giving you a look. You’ve seen that look before. It instantly sends a shiver down your spine and makes your panties wet. He wants you.

You try to give him a stern look. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that in the middle of your niece’s party. He puts his hands up in surrender.

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After taking almost 2 hours to open the rest of the gifts, Lindsey was a sleepy girl. You were sitting on the couch with Lindsey cuddled up into your chest. You were gently rocking her back and forth. You look over at your sister who was cleaning up the mess from the presents.

“I can go put her down for a nap, Rach. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, sis. You seem to be her favorite person today so she’d probably scream if I tried to do it. Matt! Could you get a bottle ready for Lindsey so my sister can put her down for her nap?”

A few minutes later he comes out with the bottle and hands it to you.

You stand up and look over at Steve. “I shouldn’t be too long. Did you want to head out of here after I put her down? I know you still have those papers to grade.”

He nods. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Thanks, sweetheart.”

You squeeze his bicep as you pass by him. “Of course not. Like I said, this shouldn’t take too long.” You glance at Lindsey and notice she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open.

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Just like you predicted, it only took Lindsey about 15 minutes to fall asleep. You take one last glance at her, your heart tugging a little, knowing you’ll never have one of your own.

You quietly close the door and don’t even take 2 steps before the door across the hall opens to reveal Steve. You look at him in confusion. “Babe? Why are you in the laundry room?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the room with him. He makes sure to shut the door behind him.

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought we were leaving?”

He pushes you to the front of the washing machine and presses himself up against you, immediately making you feel how hard he is. “Need you, baby.” He reaches around and starts undoing your jeans.

You start pushing his hands away and try to turn around. His hold on your waist tightens, stopping you.

“Steve, we are not doing this here. You can wait until we get home.”

You are suddenly pushed until your front is resting on the top of the washing machine, Steve covering his body with yours. He lets out a low growl in your ear. “This” he presses his bulge more firmly against your ass “is your fault. So, you’re going to help me with it.”

You turn your head to the side as he pushes your jeans over the curve of your ass. “Me? What the fuck did I do? I haven’t even really talked to you today. Been with Lindsey all day.”

He fastens his pace in removing his own jeans, only lowering them enough to free his aching cock. He lands a smack to your panty covered ass. “Exactly. Made me so hard watching you with the baby. Made me think what it’d be like if we had one. What you’d look like swelled with my kid. Knew I had to have you.”

You managed to push him back far enough to stand up straight and turn around to face him. “Steve, I’m not going to let you fuck me in my sister’s laundry room.” He launches at you, trapping your body between his and the washing machine. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge. Now, I’m going to fuck a baby into you. And I can either do that here or I’ll take you out in the living room where everyone is and bend you over there.”

Fuck. These panties are officially fucked. Still, you have questions. “I thought you didn’t want kids, Steve? Plus I’m on the pill.”

His face turns soft for a second. He cups your cheek in his left hand. “I didn’t think I did. But seeing you with her today? Now that’s all I want, all I can think about. You with our baby. You’d be the best mother. And you’ll just stop taking your pill. Starting today. We’ll keep trying until it takes. Is this something you’re even still wanting?”

You grab onto his wrist and push your cheek against his palm. “Of course it is.” You turn back around and bend over the washer. You lower your panties to your knees and shake your ass in his direction. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck a baby into me, Steve.”

He growls and closes the distance between you. He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip through your dripping folds. “Don’t have time to stretch you out first, sweetheart. And I’m really worked up, so this will probably be quick.”

You push back against him, eager to get him inside you already. “Don’t care. Just please, fuck me Professor Rogers.” You knew that’d get him.

“Fuck.” Is the only warning you get before he buries himself in you to the hilt. He just gets his hand over your mouth before your moan escapes your throat.

He only gives you a second to adjust to his size before he starts a bruising pace. After a few thrusts, he removes his hand from your mouth and smacks your ass. He feels you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when your professor fucks you?”

You quickly nod your head. “Yeah. You fuck me so good. Need your cum. Need you to fill me up.”

Steve quickens his pace even more if that’s possible. He moves his left hand off your hip and moves it around you to find your clit. He presses quick circles against it. “Need you to cum first, sweetheart. Need to feel you squeeze me.”

You start pushing back to meet his thrusts. You can feel the coil inside you ready to snap. You just need a little something more.

Steve leans over you and starts pressing kisses up your spine, his pace never faltering. Once he reaches your shoulder, he bites down lightly. He moves his mouth next to your ear. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum for your professor. Then I’ll fill you up nice and full, get you pregnant. Cum for me, Y/N.”

You press your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle your scream as you cum undone on his cock. Your orgasm triggers his. He cums with a quiet shout as he fills you full of his spend, some of it leaking out around him. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before stopping and catching his breath.

He rubs his hands up and down your back. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You turn your head so you can look at him. “Mmm, i’m great.” You can’t help but let out a little giggle, feeling drunk on sex.

Steve smiles down at you and moves his hand until it’s resting on your lower stomach. “I hope it worked.” He slowly pulls out and watches as his cum starts leaking out of your pussy. He quickly scoops it up and pushes it back inside, causing a whimper to escape your lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t let any of it go to waste.”

Once he’s sure he’s got it all, he quickly pulls your panties back into place. He stands you up and turns you around to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for being mine.”

You give him a big smile. “I love you, too. And thank you for picking me.” You bend down to pull up your jeans, Steve mirroring your actions. Once you’re both redressed, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a firm kiss to his lips.

“Now, let’s hurry up and get home. Want you to fill me up again.” You give him a wink and turn to head out the door. “You coming?”

He smirks as he starts following you out. “Oh, I will be.”

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