#bc driving takes focus and concentration

[cherrylimeadebabe]

hi!! i've got a lil request for a oneshot: fake dating steve???

he's tired of robin & the kids laughing about his dating life and also wants to make clear he's over nancy so he asks reader (the cute girl who used to go to school with him and now works there as a TA) to be his fake girlfriend. she's all in bc how fun!! (and she's not shy so doesn't care about pda, iykwim) and is great at 'pretending' because she is actually into him. finally steve falls hard for her and asks her out for real.

❤️‍🔥

Just For Show: Steve Harrington X Reader

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: Underage Drinking

A/N: Hi love! Sorry this took me a little while, I really hope you enjoy it, any feedback is appreciated. <3

Steve pulls into the Hawkins High School parking lot, tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel in time with the music lightly humming through his radio. He waits outside of the school entrance as droves of students emerge from the double doors, and after a few moments he can see Dustin coming out towards his idling car. 

“What’s new Henderson?” Steve questions, looking at Dustin through the rearview as he slings his backpack into the car and situates himself in the back seat.

 “Well, I’ve got a Geometry test this Friday, so aside from Hellfire I can look forward to inevitably bombing that! unless Suzy can coach me through my study guide.” Dustin shoots back in an ironically chipper tone.

 Steve lets out a breathless laugh as he turns around  “Hey man, at least you have a smart girl in your life to help you with stuff like that,” 

Dustin playfully raises his eyebrows at him, “Oh…You mean someone like Nancy?”

“Cut it out Henderson, I just meant that you’re lucky is all. Nancy and I barely-”

Steve is abruptly cut off by Robin poking her head into the open passenger window,

“Oh, we’re talking about Nancy again?”

“-Jesus Robin, maybe a hello or something first?!” Steve scolds, startled by her abrupt appearance.

“Oh, I’m Sorry! it just seems like every time I see you the first thing I hear about is Nancy this, Nancy that-“ Robin teases, knowing how easy it is to get a rise out of him.

Steve quickly shuts down Robin’s heckling, starting to get irritated and slightly raising his voice, “seriously? you’re gonna join in on this with him now? I’ve moved past it. Are we clear on that? Now get in, I don’t want to be late for work.”

Robin looks over at Dustin, the both of them grimacing, silently communicating that they both knew they set Steve off for real this time.

The drive to Dustin’s house is uncharacteristically silent. Steve hits the brakes just in front of Dustin's driveway, saying nothing, but promptly unlocking the car.

Dustin tries to cut through the tension, “Thanks for the ride man, I’m-uh sorry for bringing her up...just joking around y’know…” Letting out an awkward laugh as he opens the car door.

“Don’t worry about it, I know you and Robin aren’t being serious, and I’m sorry for kind of acting like a dick about it.”

Steve pursed his lips, pulling them into a half smile. He felt obligated to apologize despite the fact that his friends' constant teasing was starting to take a blow at his confidence. The second Dustin enters his house, Steve hits the gas, eager to get to Family Video. Robin looks over at him to notice he now has a concentrated expression. Although curious, she decides it’s best to save any conversation for when they get to work, when things have simmered down.

It’s a fairly slow shift for both Robin and Steve, having very few customers to attend to. The only responsibility left for them to focus on is stocking the shelves with new inventory. Steve hovers over the horror movie section, mindlessly holding a tape as his thoughts wander. Robin and the kids making his love life a punchline had him considering all sorts of ridiculous schemes, literally anything to prove to them that he was over Nancy and still in fact, had game. He already had his sights set on someone, but he would keep that to himself until he knew he could convince her to agree to his heinous plan under the guise of a “joke”. His contemplations are cut short by the chime of the store entrance, looking up to see (Y/N) walk right in, as if he manifested her presence at this exact moment.

Steve’s eyes light up the second he sees her, quickly stepping over to the register, “(Y/N)! Long time no see! In the market for some movies?!”

She was startled by Steve’s intense greeting, although happy to see him outside of the school parking lot for once.

“Well, people come here to rent movies, right Harrington?” She chuckled, looking at him with a bright smile.

“Uh-yeah, usually. You know I was hoping I’d run into you actually.” Steve admits, looking down, rubbing the back of his neck. (Y/N) didn’t think anything of what he had just said, assuming it was a typical favor a distant acquaintance might ask.

“Oh yeah? You looking for a new job or something? I mean I could put in a good word for you at the high school-“

“No, I’m not asking for any favors like that! Well, it kind of is a favor but-oh geez, this is going to sound extremely idiotic at best….” 

Steve leans over the counter lowering his voice, so Robin won’t overhear his outlandish proposition, “I was thinking that maybe you could help me out with this sort of…prank I have planned out. I would need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for it to make sense...” Steve trails off, looking up at her, brows scrunched as he chews on his lip. He thinks he’s already blew his shot, but before he can dwell on his nervousness, (Y/N) leans into the counter, inches from Steve’s ear,

“Really? Well tell me, what’s in it for me if I play along with this so-called prank of yours?” 

Steve’s face grew hot from the closeness and playful tinge in her voice.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with really, I mean I’d take you out of course, buy you dinner…you name it.” He held his breath, waiting for some sort of response. (Y/N) straightens back up, arms crossed, looking him up and down. a few moments of silence floating past. 

“Eh, what the hell, you’ve got yourself a deal Steve Harrington!”

Steve’s eyes widened in shock at the lack of convincing it took for her to oblige him.

“Wait, you’re actually agreeing to this?”

She shrugged at him, trying to hold back the grin forming on her face.

“Why not? Sounds like free entertainment to me. You and I would look pretty good together I think. Also while I’m here can you like, actually help me find a movie?”

She motions him to follow her over to the horror section, and he trails closely behind. Robin peers over from the edge of the sci-fi aisle, confused as ever after eavesdropping on the entire interaction the two of them had just had. Biting her tongue, she continued to organize the tapes, not sure whether to be embarrassed or impressed at Steve’s boldness. He sends (Y/N) off with a copy of Body Double, feeling giddy that his stupid plan went over so well. As the night came to a close and he was finally home, Steve found himself tossing and turning in bed. His head is filled with potential scenarios between (Y/N) and him. He pondered over how much she would be willing to commit to this act…How much would be allowed. Eventually he is able to silence his somewhat salacious fantasizing, and knocks out for the night.

Friday rolls around in a flash, and yet again Steve is driving Robin and Dustin home from school. He has to contain his excitement for the “date” he has planned with (Y/N) as well as the satisfaction of finally telling the gang he’s won the affection of someone new, or so it would appear.

“A girlfriend?! No way! Well good for you man.” Dustin commends Steve, Robin side-eyeing both of them.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that yet Dustin, if my guess is right I think this would be their first date.” She smirks, knowing Steve will inevitably clap back.

“No! We’ve been talking for like, weeks. I even met her parents already! This is a sure thing, I’m telling you.” 

Steve cringes at his own haphazard defense but figures Dustin is trusting enough not to question it, and he knew Robin would hyper analyze him no matter how solid of a story he had. After dropping them off, he starts heading toward (Y/N)’s neighborhood, the anticipation making his heart skip. Steve pulls into the driveway, quickly getting out and marching to the front door, ringing the doorbell right away. He steps back in awe as (Y/N) opens the door, wearing a white three quarter sleeve scoop neck top that hugged her figure, tucked into a black silk skirt. Her hair cascaded around her face that was adorned in a bright blush and cherry stain on her lips. Steve doesn’t bother hiding his blatant ogling, 

“Wow…you look amazing.” His compliment earning a smile from her.

“You’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself, Harrington. ” (Y/N) closes the door behind her and grabs Steve’s hand, leading him back to the car. 

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” He hints, backing out of the driveway.

(Y/N) is quite surprised when Steve ends up taking her to a little dive bar just outside of town, the brick building looking aged but brightened by the neon signs surrounding the entrance. She turns to Steve, eyebrows raised and curious,

“Although this is a fun idea, you know I don’t have a fake, right?” Steve chuckles, “What? You nervous? Look, I’ve been here before and they don’t card, you’ll be fine! Besides, I brought you here to dance, not just for drinks.”

 (Y/N) gives Steve a skeptical look, but figures there’s no harm in trying. 

“Whatever you say, baby,” she says in a saccharine tone, Steve taken aback by the pet name. The two of them exit the car and (Y/N) grasps Steve by the hand as they enter the bar. From the looks of the rather youthful clientele, it seemed like no one would bat an eye at the two of them up by the bar. Still, (Y/N) decided to look for a less populated corner for them to sit. She finds a small round table to situate herself and a few moments later Steve sits down, two cans of Miller Lite in hand. Although she wasn’t much of a beer drinker, she went with the flow. She scoots her chair closer to Steve, grabbing the beer. 

“So what made you decide to work at the high school? It feels like we were students there just yesterday.” 

Steve asks, leaning back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other. (Y/N) puts an elbow on the table and rests her face in her palm, sipping her drink with the other hand, “Well, you don’t need a degree and the pay is a little better than most of the work we have around here. I like it a lot actually! The days go by pretty fast since I’m always running errands. I will say though, it is a little weird being on the other side of it after just graduating.”

Steve chuckles at her confession, “Well I think it’s admirable, definitely a step up from scooping ice cream or working at a video store!”

 His self deprecation striking a chord with (Y/N),

 “Cut yourself some slack Steve, you’re doing just fine. I mean, you’ve been through so much more than most people our age and…” 

She stops, worrying that bringing up what happened last summer at the mall would make things tense. Steve looks up at her with vulnerable eyes, feeling a sudden wave of emotion. He was surprised that she was willing to hear about that side of him, the parts of his life that most people brushed off. It was strangely disarming.

“Hey, it’s okay. I appreciate that you don’t pretend it never happened like everybody else. Even my parents act like nothing has changed, but…I’ve moved on from it for the most part.”

He reassures her, trying to put on a brave face and hoping things segue back into something more lighthearted.

The conversation starts flowing more easily as the night goes on, a few drinks in. They discuss movies, (Y/N) being very well versed in the subject, Steve a more casual movie goer despite the fact he worked at the video store. Although their tastes differed, Steve would be more than eager to watch some obscure giallo film or grindhouse shlok if it meant he could spend more time with her. He felt his stomach flutter every time his ludicrous movie theories got a laugh out of her. Suddenly, (Y/N)’s eyes go wide as “Drive” by The Cars comes on, other patrons making their way to the dance floor.

“I love this song! You are gonna dance with me right now, Harrington.”

She gleefully rises from her seat, a hand outstretched to Steve. He obliges, fingers intertwining as she raises their joined hands in the air, leading the way. She playfully twirls around to face him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Steve’s breathing hitches at the contact, slowly lowering his arms to her waist. They gently sway back and forth to the music, their faces inches from each other. Steve’s eyes trail down to her lips, desperately wanting to bridge the gap between them, but his thoughts are halted at the sound of a familiar voice. He looks over to see Eddie Munson, third time senior, strolling into the bar with a few of his goons. (Y/N) turns to look at them, a lightbulb going off in her head. She looks back up at Steve with a smile on her face, ”Hey, Steve?”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to get distracted, I can be a terrible dance partner sometimes-”

He’s cut off by (Y/N) grabbing his face and pulling him into an intense kiss, making sure there were plenty of eyes on the two of them. It was an electric shock to his senses, something he had wanted to do himself all night. His grip on her waist tightened as she pulled away. He had to remind himself it was simply for show now that they had a familiar audience, but he couldn't help wanting her to do it again.

“That’ll get them talking, huh?” 

(Y/N) laughed, her eyes glistening and reflecting the glow of the green and purple colored lights above the dance floor. They kept on dancing, Steve absolutely mesmerized by her face in the dim lighting. Perhaps it was his slight drunkenness, but he couldn’t stop thinking of kissing her all over right then and there on the dance floor.

He thought about that kiss for the rest of the night. Once the bar died down and he had sobered up, they began the drive back to Hawkins. The ride was rather quiet aside from the sound of the radio and engine. (Y/N) had her head leaned against the window, visibly tired after an exciting but long venture. She smiled to herself, thinking that she could get used to sitting pretty in Steve’s car all of the time, even if it was just to keep up his act. Steve had thoughts of his own, feeling foolish as ever for finding himself under her spell. It felt irresponsible, he told himself that he only wanted to get everybody off of his back, that he didn’t actually want to get this close to someone again, and that despite her playing the part perfectly, there was no way that (Y/N) would be interested in actually dating him. He turns up the radio, trying to drown out his self doubt. A few miles later, they pull into her driveway, Steve making sure to shut off his headlights so he doesn’t disturb her family inside. They both look over to each other, Steve still gripping the steering wheel with one hand. (Y/N) can see the thoughts racing through his head from the look on his face alone. She leans in to give him a light peck on the cheek, quietly opening the car door and whispering,

“I had a wonderful time tonight. Drive safe, okay?”

Steve watches her unlock the front door of her house, pulling out of the driveway once she was inside. He kept replaying the moment in his head on the way home. Was she just being polite? She didn’t have to kiss him goodnight, but she did, even when there was no one to see. Was she just fully committed to playing the role? If only (Y/N) knew how oblivious he truly was, perhaps the coming weeks would have been a lot less confusing for both of them.

As the weeks went by, almost everyone in Steve’s social circle was convinced that the relationship was legitimate, and he had no plans of telling his friends the truth. He took (Y/N) on movie dates, roller skating, and even attempted to make dinner for her. He may have been a subpar cook, but (Y/N) was very flattered by his efforts. Their public displays of affection weren’t slowing down either, (Y/N) finding any reason she could to steal a kiss or have his hand in hers. Every time she was around Steve, she could feel herself wanting to get even closer to him. She felt like their “relationship” was becoming something real, and tangible, but she wondered why he hadn’t made a move yet….surely her hints were coming through? She knew that she wasn’t imagining the new level of intimacy between them. The way their kisses lingered, how he looked at her with longing eyes, listening to every word she said when she spoke of her passions and fears. She desperately wanted to know that he felt it too, but something was pulling at her within, telling her to wait it out. It all came crashing to a head later that week.

Another Friday, another date night. This one more casual than the usual, Steve renting a tape of After Hours and ordering a pizza. As he’s tidying up the living room, the doorbell rings and he drops everything to answer it, knowing it’s (Y/N). He was practically vibrating from his nerves, but he tried his best to mask it when he opened the door.

“(Y/N)! I think you’re really gonna like the movie I picked for tonight,”

She flashes a soft smile at him as she enters his home, the two of them heading over to the living room. (Y/N) makes herself comfortable on the couch, Steve going into the kitchen to grab two plates and dimming the lights in the living room when he returns.

The faint glow of the television lit their faces as Steve popped the tape in, taking a close seat next to (Y/N) on the couch.

“Have I influenced your taste in movies, Steve? Or did you just happen to know this is one of my favorites?” She questions playfully, knowing that it probably wasn’t a coincidence.

“I may have asked around for this particular occasion aha, I-uh I actually did wanna see this one though,” Steve confesses, shuffling around on the couch, trying to get comfortable. He felt a lump forming in his throat as he tried to contain what he wanted to say, stalling for the moment to feel right. His plans to wait it out would be quickly thwarted by (Y/N), as she could sense that he was on the cusp of finally saying what they were both thinking, if she could work it out of him. She could admit to herself that she was just as, if not more stubborn than Steve, but she was going to get it out of him first, regardless. She turns to face him,

“What does this particular occasion happen to be?”

Steve Freezes. She puts him on the spot, and he realizes he’s already been caught. There’s a few beats of silence between them, Steve taking a deep breath before letting everything spill out.

“(Y/N)....There’s been something on my mind a lot lately….I um, I just don’t want to freak you out or anything, but it’s been driving me crazy hiding it from you. I know that this whole thing we’ve been doing is just for show, and maybe you just agreed to it purely for entertainment, or maybe to have a crazy story to tell later on, but-”

(Y/N) grips him by the shoulders, looking him dead in the eyes,

“Steve! Please, for the love of god, just say what you really want to say! You can tell me anything, really.”

“I don’t want to pretend anymore!” He blurts out, looking away for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb.

“I just-I don’t want it to be pretend anymore, okay? The time we’ve spent together has been so wonderful, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had so much fun with someone. I know at first it was just to make me look good to my friends, but somewhere along the way I let myself get so caught up in it….so obsessed with you, that I forgot you aren’t actually my girlfriend.” Steve drops his hands to his thighs, lowering his head in embarrassment. (Y/N)’s hands trail down from his shoulders to clasp his hands,

“Steve….I stopped pretending a while ago.”

He looks up at her, mouth half open. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Wait, so you’re telling me that I’m not crazy?! You feel it too?”

“Yes, Steve. I thought it was obvious. I was just waiting for you to say something!”

Steve’s hands release from hers to dramatically smack his forehead,

“Why didn’t YOU say something?! I was over here thinking you had no interest in actually pursuing me!”

(Y/N) laughs at Steve’s revelation, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

“Oh, come on! Was making out with you every chance I got not clear enough? Or, you know, hanging out with you….ALONE! The whole point of your “prank” was for people to see us! I just wanted to hear you admit it first.”

Steve can’t help but laugh and shake his head at his own cluelessness.

“Wow, and I thought I was hard headed! You are something else (Y/N).”

(Y/N) smiles, suddenly pushing Steve down on the couch to hover over him,

“And that’s exactly why you’re….what was it you said? Obsessed with me?”

The two of them laugh into each other as Steve cups his hands around her face to kiss her. They were all over each other for what seemed like the rest of the night into dawn. Any doubt Steve had of (Y/N)’s feelings towards him melted away, and (Y/N) herself was ecstatic that they were finally on the same page. Everything seemed to fall into place, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Steve wasn’t afraid to give himself to someone again, to let someone see every part of him. He wanted that someone to be (Y/N), always.

[trainingdummyrabbit]

pushes two of my interests together cutely . fog-style icons of the swap tokitwins :)

(plus a long technical ramble under the cut bc im incapable of not doing that Constantly)

so the abridged context rundown is that these are styled after the sentiment ttrpg system! in the long and short, every character has ~3 stats, each one assigned a color. each stat represents a core character trait, and can be “locked in” to dictate how a character is feeling or thinking in the moment. taking damage (physical, mental, or emotional) can cause a stat to get “wounded,” rendering it unusable (and further defining character decisions.) thats the very basics of it! the above image is a comp of Base-ColorAlt-ExpressionAlt-ColorAlt. for funsies. :)

. so anyway i gave them stats. WAHAHA

> Yui

- [Yellow: //] the Little Guy stat. he is, at his core, still a 14 year old. a little bit of naivete, a little bit of bluntness. good for earnestness, amicability -- bad for new experiences (he gets nervous :[), commanding respect.

- [Blue: Outcast...] the loner stat. his tendency to stand alone, fend for himself. does what needs to be done. good for self-reliance, judgement -- bad for interaction, accepting support.

[Joint stat w/Mui. They can switch if the other's becomes wounded, taking that wounded stat for their own.]

- [Orange: //] the competence stat. the need to have everything in order, and the ability to efficiently follow routines. good for tactics/stubborness, miscellaneous tasks -- bad for improvisation, listening to others.

- [Black: Silence] kinda cursed... pessimism. the belief that things are just going to go horribly, horribly wrong. he doesn't belong here, and he knows it. good for danger detection, genre awareness. bad for... pretty much everything else. (self-worth, hope)

[like. actually cursed stat. if certain things happen, he has to roll to avoid being forced into locking in this stat.]

> Mui

- [Steel: //]   airheadedness. his tendency to do things his own way-- and not in anyone else's. impulsivity. good for making quick decisions, genuineness -- bad for collaboration, focus.

- [Yellow: //] littleguy stat. curiosity, optimism. just a carefree lil guy that wants to have fun. good for creativity, mischief -- bad for forethought, tempering expectations.

- (Post-Rui) [Blue: ...Never Alone.] bond stat. his connection not just to his brother, but to everyone around him at large. the desire to protect. good for reliability, standing up for others -- bad for isolation,.

[Joint stat w/Yui. They can switch if the other's becomes wounded, taking that wounded stat for their own.]

- (Redlights > Post-Swordsmith) [White: Noise] burning. what hides behind the fog. ruthlessness-- cold, concentrated anger. towards what happened to him, and to whats happening to everyone around him. The Scary One. good for drive, destruction -- bad for preservation, of the self and otherwise.

[whoops! another cursed stat. if certain things happen, he has to roll to avoid being forced into locking in this stat.]

- (Post-Redlights) [*Cyan- Outcast, But Never Alone.] Tokitwins shared stat. Should both of their blue stats be wounded at once, they can collectively choose to instead wound their black+white stats respectively, giving them shared access to this one. to properly wound or lock out cyan, it must be locked out for both of them. 

the trust stat. the ability to act hand-in-hand together, functionally as one. completely putting your faith in another, come hell or high water.

//

so basicaly, they mean The World 2 me,

[dragonsbone]

all evens for ronnie & eddie 💕

thank u sm!! this was so long but so worth it

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2.) what would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare? if ronnie had the nightmare, eddie would have her sit up with him and gently rub her arms/back to calm her down. he's not the best when it comes to comforting, but his presence is enough to pull her back down to earth. if she still was still on edge, he would ask if she'd want some weed to unwind, which they'd share together. if eddie had the nightmare, ronnie's quick to action. she'll have eddie focus on her, controlling his erratic breathing to match hers, and have him relax. would 100% cup his face and stroke his cheeks with the pad of her thumbs, softly telling him he's okay and it was just a nightmare. once he'd calm down, eddie would just collapse into her embrace and she would hold him, rub his back, and stroke his hair until they fall back asleep.

4.) which one is more protective? who needs to be "protected"? both are extremely protective of each other. they come from different social climates, so they both had their fair share of defending each other. if i had to choose, ronnie would be more protective bc lord knows eddie needs some protection lol. 6.) who would beg the other not to leave? who has to leave to protect the other? okay see, now this is why the previous question was so hard bc this one is so obviously eddie leaving to protect ronnie. not just bc of the s4 finale, but eddie literally has put their relationship in jeopardy bc of other instances where he thought he was protecting her. so they definitely go back and forth on protecting each other and being so fucking stubborn about it. 8.) what happens if one of them gets sick? if ronnie were sick, eddie would refuse to have her do anything. he would keep her in his bed at all times, make chicken noodle soup, and check on her a little too much to the point where she's more sick of him than the stupid little cold she has. definitely a little overbearing, but it's all out of love of course. if eddie were sick, ronnie is basically his nurse. she would be so adamant on him taking his cold medication on the dot, make sure he drinks plenty of water to stay hydrated, and would haul his ass out of bed to take a shower bc it'll help. clean his godforsaken sheets, tidy his room, and pick out a change of clothes for him. eddie would whine to her constantly, but he genuinely appreciates the amount of love and care she has for him. would 100% toss in a flirty little comment here and there to throw her off her nurse-rhythm. 10.) describe their first date. this would be months after they've become friends and have grown from their prejudice of each other. even though they’re so comfortable with each other, their first date starts out EXTREMELY awkward. mainly on eddie’s part because he thinks he’ll scare ronnie off at any second since he’s not the type of guy she usually dates. they to go a drive in on their first date, which was ronnie’s idea and sh refused to disclose any information on what movie they’re watching. and when eddie finds out they’re watching sixteen candles, he’s whining and complaining for like the first ten minutes of the film. but over the course of the movie, they start to relax a bit more, joke around in between funny scenes, and eddie does get a little too invested in the movie. and once it’s over,  they go back to the trailer and he talks about the movie the entire car ride back. but anyways, it’s a cute little first date. 12.) do they have many heated arguments? how do they smooth things over? oh boy oh boy, they definitely do! not many, per se, but they definitely had a few big blow ups. it was more frequent before they became friends bc of how much they despised each other. when they become friends/develop a relationship, it's a lot less w/ more emotional weight. since they're both so stubborn or too concentrated on their feelings, they would fight tooth & nail until they got the last word. after a fight, both need a bit of time to cool down. depending on how bad it is, they would be giving each other the silent treatment for up to a week until they're able to revisit it. never leave a fight completely unresolved. once they're able to have a mature conversation and apologize, they would immediately fall back into each other's arms and be all happy/lovey dovey again. 14.) how do their personalities compliment each other? how do they clash? well, ronnie is a leo and eddie is an aquarius. that in itself is a recipe for disaster. but once they develop an understanding, they do mesh very well together. they're both outgoing, energetic people, who are unapologetically themselves. their personalities bring out the best in each other. 16.) can they stay up all night just talking? oh definitely. they are both night owls and can talk for hours without a moment of silence until they're too tired to formulate coherent sentences. they just have so much fun whenever they're together that they never want a moment to end. 18.) how likely are they to have fur babies? how many and what kind? eddie would 1000% find a stray cat and claim it as theirs without a moment of hesitation. it would be a black cat and he would name him "geezer" after geezer butler from black sabbath. ronnie obviously had no say in the name.

20.) choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship. not accurate to the time period at all, but definitely tied between thats the way i loved you by taylor swift and the king by conan gray. 22.) what reminds each of their partner? what reminds eddie of ronnie: skirts, roses, white boots, lace ( specifically lingerie ), strawberry milkshakes, the color red, gold jewelry, tennis, sweet perfume, and madonna. what reminds ronnie of eddie: heavy metal, silver rings, cigarettes, weed, denim, guitars, curly hair, fantasy books ( specifically tolkien ), and chains.  24.) who’s more likely to give the other a massage? eddie is so fucking touchy so he'll 100% just give a massage out of nowhere as an excuse to touch ronnie. not like he needed an excuse anyways bc ronnie thrives on his touch. 26.) what are their vices? to keep this more pg-13, i'm just gonna say cigarettes, weed, and alcohol.

28.) what are their thoughts on pet names? do they have any? oh jesus, we all know how much eddie loves pet names. ronnie didn't at first, but she grows to love it from eddie. he obviously coined her nickname "ronnie", but he also calls her princess, sweetheart, short stuff, m'lady, beautiful, and plenty more. ronnie doesn't have nearly as many, but she called him "cute" one time and since then she'll sometimes refer to him as cutie. or she'll annoy him and call him edward, which he HATES so much. 30.) your otp gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing? for ronnie, eddie would pick the shortest fucking skirt she owns and of course he goes with her signature color red. he would take a really old iron maiden tee that no longer fits him, distress and crop it so it would fit her nicely, and have her wear a pair of black heels bc lord knows he loves it when he takes those off at the end of the night. and to pair it off, his leather jacket without the dio vest. it is a look that eddie would literally kill to see her in ( and to tear off ). for eddie, ronnie would 100% get this man in a crop top. it's the 80s, let these men wear fucking crop tops. a plain white crop top with short sleeves, his dio vest, light wash jeans with all his chains, and would tie his hair back in a low bun with face framing pieces. also lots of rings and eyeliner of course. 32.) who’s the better story teller? eddie, hands down. that man is not a dm for nothing. 34.) who’s more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush? do i really need to explain this one?? obviously, eddie fucking munson. he usually starts it, but ronnie will definitely turn the tables on him and have him get all flustered. 36.) who’s more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry? 10000000% eddie. ronnie would offhandedly say she's craving some food and eddie would throw himself off his bed to make her something. 38.) who is more sexually experimental? who’s more vanilla? well, they're both experienced, but,,, yannoe,,, eddie is definitely wayyyyy more experimental and ronnie is more than happy to follow along. 40.) who has an insatiable appetite? and what does the other do to help? eddie is always fucking hungry so ronnie always offers to grab food for him or she packs extra snacks. homegirl is always prepared for her mans. 42.) what’s their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.) as extraverted as they are, they’re both are lowkey homebodies. they do enjoy thunderstorms so they have an excuse to stay in bed all day and just enjoy each other’s company. 44.) who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? would the other join in or watch from the doorway? oh eddie would definitely start with a little bit of moves here and there and ronnie would just laugh her ass off at him. then, eddie would pull her in and get her to dance with him and just be goofballs together. 46.) would they get frisky at the movies by themselves? ….. yes. 100%. unless it’s a new movie that one or both have been waiting for so the friskiness would be put on hold until they make it back to eddie’s van. 48.) who’s the better driver? ronnie. no ifs, ands, or buts. eddie is a maniac in his van and ronnie refuses to ever let him drive her car. 50.) who’s more likely to do something out of spite? oh, ronnie hands down!!! homeboy is the queen of spite. you ask her to not do something and she will absolutely do the opposite. no one can tell her what to do. 52.) describe their weekend getaway? they would 100% go on a road trip to another state for a heavy metal concert! eddie is blasting music the whole way, him and ronnie stopping at every destination along the way and taking polaroids, eating at local restaurants, and what not. definitely take turns while driving so they can get a chance to sleep for a bit. once they get to the venue, they’re having a blast with the music, drinking, and just having a good fucking time. will definitely have sex in the van after the concert and then head home the next day. 54.) who’s more likely to carry the other to bed? obviously eddie. he will treat her like royalty!!! 56.) what do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood? all ronnie has to do to turn eddie on is just wearing a skirt. homeboy loses all form of self control when he sees her long legs like he is a goner. also when she really wants to be a tease, she'll sit on his lap in public and he just goes completely still and ronnie will just bat her eyelashes all innocently like she had absolutely no idea what she's doing to him. to turn ronnie on, if eddie is even wearing a smidge of eyeliner, she’s ready to tear his clothes off. and watching him perform too is something she never expected to be so hot and intense. 58.) who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument? well, it depends on the argument. they’re both stubborn, but i think eddie is a slightly more likely to hold a grudge. but when the argument is resolved on both sides, eddie lets it go immediately like he doesn’t hold on to it any more than necessary. 60.) who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping? EDDIE!!!! HOMEBOY’S LOVE LANGUAGE IS PHYSICAL TOUCH!!!!

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pairing(?): Danny Johnson (Ghostface) x Reader

Notes: This was originally part of that Danny x reader x frank story I told y'all that Im working on, but I changed my outline so I cut it, which is why it starts and ends weird and is short. I was going through some of my old writings I've done and found it and decided to post (ik Im lazy ) bc we love Danny and it satisfies me . 

TW: SA attempt, very gross pervy character, depictions of the murder of said character tho, blood. It’s Ghostface duh there will be murder  

You should have known allowing one of the school jocks to take you out on a date, which took a lot of convincing on his part, would have ended terribly..

“You fucking bitch!” Ryland yelled, his hand holding onto the bleeding nose. His eyes followed your movements as you quickly stepped back after his release on your arm, hand falling by your side in shock by your own action.

At seeing the blood coating his fingers, his eyes rapidly changed from shock to fury as he continued to step towards you, his fist clenching.

“I told you to get your hands off me !” You panicked as you felt like your option to simply walk away from the boy diminished with the way he was stalking towards you. Eyes darted around the isolated area. You felt like an idiot for letting him drive you out here but you didn’t know the boy was going to try to force himself on you .

Ryland only wiped at his nose roughly before grabbing you by the shoulder and shoving you backwards harshly, a pained yelped echoing through the woods once your back collided with the grassed floor. You felt the breath forced out of you by the impact, groaning as you felt him tower over you.

“What-what are you doing!” His hands gripped your legs after an attempt to scoot away, pulling you towards him as he sat on them. His hands reaching towards your shirt, successful pushing it halfway up your stomach.

You felt sick at feeling his hands touch the side of your stomach, palms pushing against his chest as hard as you could. “What the fuck! Get off me!!”

“Cmon, don’t be a prude. I promise you’ll enjoy it.” He placed his hand over you mouth at a weak attempt to shush you as he began to kiss your beck neck. Each contact from his lips burned on your skin, breath quickening once you realized he was really set out on what he wanted to do.

Feeling his hand slightly loosen around your mouth, you took the opportunity to sink your teeth into the side of his palm and pinkie. The metallic taste falling on your tongue before the sound of his pained yell entered your ears and the hand was pulled away.

Ryland gripped his hand in shock before bringing his other hand up and quickly slapping your across the face. The force causing your head to snap to the side , banging onto the ground for the second time.

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Ghost face simply tilted its head, a sharp knife appearing in a wave.

Ryland finally noticed the look on your face, eyes brows furrowing in confusion before turning to look at what you caught your attention. He didn’t get a chance to process before the hand with the knife was brought in one quick motion, slitting the boy’s throat.

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ghostface simply walked slowly behind , shaking his head slightly. The boy’s gargling and attempts at breathing was the only source of sound surrounded them, any life in the woods hiding themselves, as though watching the whole exchange.

He didn’t notice any of this in his struggle to reach his truck only a few feet away. One hand not holding his wound reaching towards it. A foot collided to his side, forcing him on his back. A strangled cry vibrated from his chest when the masked killer finally plunged the knife in his chest, pulling it out and bringing back down with more force.

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Your ears caught on your own heavy breathing, whole body shaking as you stared a spot in the grass. The sound of footsteps surrounded the still night before Ghostface knelt in front of you, his gloved fingers sliding across the sharp metal, wiping the blood away. You finally looked up at him, eyes looking right at the blackened eyes on the mask.

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hi can i request the maurauders going to see the reader do a musical like heathers or mean girls and they are just confused and turned on bc they didn't expect it to be this dirty (can lead to smut or not). luv you and hope you are taking care of yourself, if not go get something to eat, drink some water, take a nap, or do somthing you enjoy. or dont not trying to be pushy :)

Creature of the Night || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 3029 (excluding song lyrics)

A/N: I think I liked how this turned out? I didn’t make it smut but it’s certainly suggestive, I went with Rocky Horror, I know that the musicals mentioned in the request are more modern but I fucking love Rocky Horror and I think it works with the request. When I first read this request I smiled so much because I love live theater, I don’t perform as much as I used to because as I progress with my education I’m focusing more on the stuff I can use to pad my resumes for college and stuff but I still love going to see productions. One of the worst parts of the pandemic for me has been not being able to go see shows, I miss it so much.

Warnings: theatre enthusiast reader, erections, suggestive material, song lyrics, slight teasing, wearing very little clothing in front of an audience, I believe that that is it

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The magic of the stage was second to none. Sure, Hogwarts may have had witches and wizards, subjects like Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and ghosts that spent their time meandering about the halls but there was always a part of you that looked forward to the summer between your years at Hogwarts. Because no matter how magical Hogwarts was, the theater always made you feel completely and utterly alive. 

Every summer since the one after your first year at what all of your muggle friends thought to be a very prestigious boarding school up in Scotland, you’d taken part in your local youth theater’s productions. Your parents both being muggles thought that it would be a great way for you to be able to stay in touch with your muggle origins. 

The first year you’d been far too nervous to actually audition for a role, the very thought causing bile to churn in your stomach and threaten to make you sick all over your kitchen floor when your father first pitched the idea. So instead you’d done costumes and it was the most wonderful experience of your life. 

Who needed drugs when you had live theater? The hustle and bustle behind the scenes was electrifying but after two summers of costuming, of quick changes in the wings, learning how to use the ancient sewing machines they stored in the depths of the storage rooms, and pulling pieces for the actors to try on you decided that you wanted to try something more.

The moment you had stepped onto the stage it was like you’d come to life and you cursed yourself for not taking the risk earlier. You belonged on the stage, with the harsh stage lights on you and pounds of makeup plastered onto your face you could feel the magic thrumming through your veins and it was addicting.

If it was possible, you were even more excited to perform this summer, the previous school year you’d finally gotten together with your long time best friends the Marauders, turning them from friends to your boyfriends.

When your mother had sent word of the production being put on this summer you’d squealed while seated next to James and across from Remus, who had Sirius hanging off of his side. After explaining to them, mostly Sirius and James really, just what live theater was their first reaction was to ask if they could come see you perform.

“I don’t even know if I’m going to be cast,” You had explained gently, not wanting to get their hopes up in case you weren’t cast this year.

“Bull shit of course you’re going to be the cast,” Sirius had contested through a mouthful of jam and toast, waving his hand theatrically through the air, watching him that day was not the first time you’d considered how the way he acted often reminded you of an over enthusiastic theatre major.

Remus, the only one with any knowledge on muggle theatre had snorted, wrapping an arm around Sirius’ waist to pull him closer to his body, “She’s not going to be the cast Pads, she’s going to be casted,” He’d corrected gently, pressing a kiss into his long, dark tresses.

“Whatever,” The smaller boy had grumbled, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

Which brought you to where you were right now, five minutes to curtain touching up your make up in the mirror of the shared make-up room.

“Hey (L/N),” One of your cast mates called settling into the makeup chair next to you as she plucked a tube of dark red lipstick from the small canary colored makeup bag she had previously abandoned on the counter, “Your boyfriends coming tonight?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Yeah, they are,” You responded, applying mascara to your lashes.

“Excited to meet them, that photo you showed us,” She smiled, fanning her face with her hand, “Smoking,” She smiled, making eye contact with you in the mirror.

Rolling your eyes you ignored her comment, “It’s five minutes to curtain, you’re just now doing your make-up?” You chuckled, noticing her black face.

“Oh, shove it,” She laughed as you pushed yourself from your chair, traipsing out of the room, giving her the middle finger on your way out.

“Break a leg!” She called after you as the door latched shut.

You weren’t usually this nervous before a performance but knowing that your three boyfriends were sitting out there somewhere in the audience had you pacing back and forth backstage wondering what they were going to think of the whole production.

“Rocky Horror?” Sirius’ confusion evident in his voice as he plopped down in his seat next to Remus, throwing his arm around the werewolf’s shoulders, drumming his fingers on his clothed shoulder hidden behind his knitted cardigan.

“Yeah,” James collapsed into his chair on the other side of Remus, tucking one leg under his body, “No clue what it’s about but I’m sure our angel will be wonderful. Can you guys see her?” He straightened himself up in his seat, craning his neck in attempts to catch a glimpse of you.

Remus being the only one with any ties to the muggle world knew a bit about the show and had to do his very best to suppress a smirk from overtaking his face as he knew exactly what he and your other two boyfriends were getting themselves into. 

“Just hush up you two, the show’s gonna start any moment,” He scolded, patting his large, scarred hand on James’ thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Rem,” Sirius whined, puckering his lips and closing his eyes, signaling to his boyfriend that he wanted a kiss.

“My needy baby,” He crooned, leaning in to connect his lips with Sirius’ in a quick liplock before pulling back, allowing Sirius to drop his forehead to smear against his shoulder.

“That’s mean,” Sirius murmured discontentedly.

“Poor baby Pads,” James cooed mockingly.

“Both of you,” Remus hissed as the lights in the theatre dimmed, “The show’s about to start, be good for me and be quiet yeah?”

Their response came in their silence as the crowd started settling down and the music from the orchestra pit began a voice coming from somewhere out of sight as it was played through the speakers,

“Michael Rennie was ill

The day the earth stood still

But he told us where we stand”

Not 20 minutes into the show all three of them were as hard as rocks, James had already made Remus check the playbill for the name of the character you were playing, not being able to remember what you’d told them as all of his concentration was focused on a certain place.

Janet Weiss.

Remus couldn’t remember either, but he was almost certain that’s the name he could make out in the dark theatre, printed next to a picture of your smiling face.

When you’d stripped down to your underwear the boys could barely focus on the plot line of the show, only being able to watch the way your bare skin shone under the harsh light of the spotlights. Watching as sweat glistened on your skin, making you shine as you moved about the stage. 

Enchanted by the melodic cadence of your voice they all felt a certain jealousy burning deep in the pits on their stomachs at the thought that there were dozens of other people packed into that theater, all observing you in your vulnerable state of under dress. Only they got to see you like that.

Sirius missed much of the first act glaring at members of the audience who he deemed as looking at you for too long for his liking, but if you were being honest a 4th year smiling at you in the hallway was sometimes too long for his liking.

It wasn’t like any of them had never seen you naked before, in fact they’d all seen you naked more than their fair share of times but something about you on that stage in a white bra with a matching slip was driving them all crazy.

Especially Remus, whose ultimate weakness was seeing you in anything white which was one of the reasons you’d been so excited to invite them in the first place, knowing that they would be horny messes the entire time.

On stage you did your very best not to look out into the audience looking for them, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to stop a ginormous grin from forming on your face and you couldn’t afford to break character. Not if you wanted the night to go your way.

As the opening notes to “Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me”, rose from the orchestra pit you had trouble stopping a small smirk from pulling at your lips as you opened them, inhaling deeply before singing the first words of the song,

“I was feeling done in, couldn't win

I'd only ever kissed before”

Despite yourself you caught a glimpse of long dark hair in the audience, quickly taking a glance at Sirius’ face, eyes glazed over in lust, legs shifting uncomfortably with his mouth hanging wide open. 

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed another raven-haired boy’s mouth dropping as you shrugged off of your robe

“I thought there’s no use getting, into heavy petting

It only leads to trouble and, seat wetting

Now all I want to know, is how to go

I've tasted blood and I want more”

It was impossible to miss the way Remus’ jaw clenched as you laid your palm against Rocky’s chest, he was being played by your good friends who’d been working with the same theatre company as you since forever, he was like a brother to you. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t lay it on extra thick tonight with your boyfriends in the audience.

Tracing a dainty finger down Rocky’s chest you pushed your body against his singing out the next lyrics of the song,

“I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance”

You turned you and your cast mate so that looking over his shoulder you were able to meet Remus’ eye, sending him a quick wink before focusing back in on Rocky.

“Toucha, toucha, toucha, touch me

I wanna be dirty

Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me

Creature of the night”

Pressing your back up against Rocky’s chest you guided his hands with yours to your breasts, squeezing them as you followed the choreography you knew by heart.

You ripped your slip from your body with the help of Rocky leaving you in only your white bra, matching panties and a pair of small heels as you paraded around stage, belting the suggestive lyrics into the theater.

“Then if anything grows, while you pose

I'll oil you up and rub you down (down, down, down)

And that’s just one small fraction, of the main attraction

You need a friendly hand, oh i need action”

You smirked, thinking about all of the action you’d be on the receiving end of later that night as you sunk to your knees in front of Rocky, your hands grasping his thighs. Deciding to tease them perhaps a little more than necessary as you went through the number, curling your leg around his and pressing your bodies together so that there was no space between your two questionably clothed bodies.

As the number was brought to a close it was impossible for you to ignore the excitement bubbling up inside of you as you continued your way through the show you kept throwing glances at your boyfriends, always finding their eyes already trained on you. More often than not, on some body part other than your face.

If your boyfriends thought that they had a bit of a problem before that song they were in a terrible predicament now.

Remus caught Sirius on multiple occasions trying to move the hand that he was holding to grope at his crotch as he tried to buck up into his boyfriend’s hand. And much to his own dismay, Remus would pull his hand away, thinking it probably wasn’t the best idea to give his boyfriend a hand job in a crowded theater. Knowing that he wouldn’t have to worry about James touching himself because he would never dream of disobeying him, Remus divided his attention between you on the stage and keeping Sirius in check.

Each of the boys were counting down the seconds until the show came to an end and they could get out of there and relieve some of their tension.  As the curtains were pulled closed they all breathed a sigh of relief before they reopened, leaving all three of them bewildered and slightly annoyed, even more so when they noticed everyone around them standing as they applauded the actors.

Remus forced both of them up when you rushed to the front of the stage, curtsying as the crowd went wild, your boyfriends most notably. As you took your bow you blew a kiss to your boyfriends taking note of the uncomfortable way they all stood, trying to adjust their erections to make them less noticeable while simultaneously applauding you.

As you cleared the stage after curtain call you took your time, doddling towards the dressing rooms where you had left the clothes you’d arrived at the theater in along with a special outfit you’d brought for after the show. Usually you were one of the first actors to clear the theater after a show but tonight you took your time. Hanging up your costume with more care than anyone really should treat any garment with and certainly more than what it needed. 

You smirked mischievously as you pulled the you’d brought outfit from your bag and shimmied it up your legs before slipping the delicate straps up your shoulders. You glimpsed yourself in the mirror, the red satin of the dress clinging to your curves in an attractive manner, short enough to display miles of legs and low cut enough to show off a decent amount of cleavage and perhaps a sighting of the matching red bra you were wearing beneath it.

Slinging the back of your black heels over the heel of your feet you snatched your purse from the armchair in your dressing room before striding out to go meet your boyfriends in the lobby, where you’d told them to wait for you.

Their heads all turned as they heard the clacking of your heels against the tile of the floor, “Boys,” You greeted as they unabashedly took in your new appearance.

As he most often was, Remus was the first one to collect himself, “Puppy, you were wonderful,” He praised, walking to meet you as you approached him, leaning down to smear a kiss against your cheek, “You did amazing up there, so proud of you,” He threw his arm around your waist as you walked towards Sirius and James.

“We got something for you,” He explained, his grip on your waist tightening, “Jamie give it to her, yeah?” 

“Oh yeah,” The smaller boy grinned, remembering the bouquet he held cradled in his arms as he handed it over to you, “Here you go angel.”

“Thank you Jamie,” You said as you took it from him, closing your eyes as you buried your nose in the sweet smelling flora. As you opened your eyes you made eye contact with Sirius, who stood across from you, practically drooling as he took in your appearance without any shame, “They smell wonderful.”

“You okay Si?” You asked, looking up through your eyelashes, batting them innocently.

“Like you don’t know exactly what you did up there to us (Y/N/N),” Remus whispered in your ear, pressing his nose into your temple.

“You guys are the ones who wanted to come,” You lilted, rubbing one of the velvety petals between the pads of your thumb and forefinger.

“Could’ve warned us,” James mumbled, his eyes not leaving your thighs as he licked his lips, if it were anyone else you would’ve been uncomfortable but you couldn’t help but feel flattered whenever any of them ogled you. 

“And what’s with the dress Pup?” Sirius nodded his head appreciatively towards your dress, obviously admiring the way it hung on your body.

“What, you don’t like it?” You asked with fake hurt in your voice, knowing that he more than liked it, he fucking loved it. 

“S’not that,” Remus mumbled, nosing at your jugular, “Just that whole show, got us a little bit worked up. We didn’t expect it to be so sexual Puppy,” He nodded towards James and that’s when you noticed the erection he was still sporting. 

“Got us really worked up, can we go home now?” James asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, trying to distract himself from his little problem.

“Jamie,” You whined, smiling wickedly, “I wanted to celebrate, I was thinking we could go eat somewhere, I was thinking maybe Thai food?”

You watched as Sirius ground his teeth, conflicted between needing to get home and not wanting to deny you from what you wanted. 

“Having fun teasing us Bunny?” Remus asked you with a sly smirk, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“M’not teasing,” You insisted, turning indignantly to your other boyfriend.

“Sure you aren’t,” He chuckled, “Thai sounds great (Y/N), wanna talk with you about the show,” The idea of teasing Sirius and James even longer was very appealing to Remus and he was ready to make the sacrifice of being teased himself, knowing that he’d be able to get back at you later that night.

“But-” James began.

“You wanna argue with me Jamie?” Remus challenged, raising a singular eyebrow.

“No,” He moped, “Of course not.”

“Good,” Remus said, nodding his head approvingly, “We wouldn’t wanna deny our Princess would we?”

James shook his head, eyes pleading, desperately seeking Remus’ approval.

“Pads?” Remus challenged, turning his attention to the other raven haired man.

“What? Oh um, of course not,” He agreed distractedly, dragging his eyes from your form to meet Remus’, his reluctance evident in his voice.

“Good,” Remus said pointedly, his eyes cold, daring Sirius to question him. When he didn’t the werewolf continued, “Let’s get going then, there’s a nice little restaurant a couple blocks away yeah?”

As you all hummed your consent you made your way to the exit, “Ten galleons if you can make James cum in his pants at dinner,” Remus whispered in your ear quietly enough so that  James and Sirius trailing behind you wouldn’t be able to hear you, you could hear the smirk in his voice as you exited the theatre.

“Deal.” This was going to be fun, you considered that you might have to invite them to come see the show again.

-pation

tagging: @randomoutsiders @weasleyposts @kittykylax @amourtentiaa @superbturtlemakerathlete

[blackradandmad]

why blippi is rotting yr children's brains

preface: i literally expect no one to read this. it is an essay length, strong opinion piece critiquing a niche youtube-based children's show that i don't expect most of y'all to even have knowledge of lol. but like, i promise that even if you know nothing about what i'm talking about, in my incredibly, super humble opinion, it's a good piece of writing and interesting nonetheless. anyway if you read this whole thing for some reason yr really hot and we should kiss.

i thoroughly vet everything my child watches before he watches it, episode by episode. and we rarely watch youtube for entertainment; we usually just look up educational videos when he has a question about something and wants more detail than i can provide him. and that's mainly because children's content on youtube is so fucking troubling and distressing. i don't judge parents who give their children a tablet at a restaurant at all bc i've been there and sometimes it's easier on everyone to just put on a video and avoid a giant scene, but i do judge parents who just leave their children alone with youtube kids on autoplay.

take stevin john, a literal millionaire who got famous from dressing up as a silly character called blippi and going on tours of places like aquariums, zoos, construction sites, etc and posting it on youtube. this has branched into a whole empire of blippi videos, hulu shows and specials, live shows and tours (that he outsources to another character actor), merchandise and so on. this 30-something year old man cites his main influence as being mr. rogers, but i question if he's ever even seen an episode of that program.

mr. rogers had no background in early childhood development or media production, but he revolutionized the world of children's media, because he respected his audience and didn't shy away from real world situations, all while creating a show with an enormous heart. mr. rogers begins his episodes by inviting the viewer in, literally changing his attire to be more comfortable, and talking about/doing things he genuinely cares about. whereas mr. rogers calmly and maturely addresses the viewer, blippi puts on a high pitched, contrived voice, interjecting every other sentence with a forced exclamation such as, "teehee! we're having so much fun!"

i don't find it a coincidence that john (blippi) is a veteran, either. his videos are completely devoid of the absurd, abstract, childlike thinking that makes children's media fun, creative, and entertaining. his thinking and process is methodical, devoid of emotion, and very superficial. this line of thinking clearly shows the kind of creative sterilization and emphasis on sameness and conformity instilled in the military. blippi simply observes things and interacts with them in a stale, matter-of-fact way. "this ball is purple! this ball is pink! anyway... what's over there? teehee! a car! vroom, vroom!" objects are colors, toy cars don't do anything but drive, curiosity is simply not encouraged.

he uses the "it's educational!" excuse to hide the fact that his show lacks everything that makes media a valuable resource for children to consume in the first place. further than identifying colors, numbers, and the occasional letter or shape, there is just this total lack of children's need for social and emotional development. when mr. rogers breaks the fourth wall to address the viewer and let them know they're special, it feels authentic and natural, because we've spent the last half hour building whole worlds with diverse characters and unique stories in a pretend neighborhood, learning about and enjoying different musical instruments, being exposed to and making friends with (even if parasocially, it is still a real bond to children when done properly) children who are similar to us in character regardless of physical or environmental differences, feeding the fish, making art together, and so on. when blippi tells the viewer, "you are very special, and i enjoy spending time with you!" it falls completely flat and feels unearned, because the last half hour was spent running around a soft play center pointing at bright, colorful objects, visiting interesting locations like farms or fruit production factories while failing to acknowledge the humanity of the humans actually working there (everything is machine or product focused; the human workers are simply an extension of the machine), learning "fun facts" about elephants that just list attributes of elephants, not taking the opportunity to inform the viewers of elephants' intelligence, or diet, or matriarchal society. it is a loud, sensory overwhelming display of a man so disconnected from the social and emotional needs and desires of children that he assumes they're stupid, easily entertained idiots who only need some silly dances and fast-moving cartoon graphics to give their attention (meaning time and desire to purchase products meaning $$$). john clearly views his audience as a means to gaming the algorithm and ultimately a paycheck by the hollow way he addresses them.

the show is so narcissistic, so focused on all the fun blippi is supposedly having, but he lacks any of the character traits that make individual children's show hosts memorable, so much so that he was able to have someone else who doesn't even vaguely resemble him dress as blippi and impersonate him and host the show or appear at live shows, and it went unnoticed by most of his toddler and child audience. the show is so formulaic and the character of blippi is so unmemorable that instead of taking the blue's clues route of developing a story of the host leaving for college and his brother now stepping in, or making some sort of believable excuse for the change in actors, they can simply swap him out with some random guy and not acknowledge it at all. although a comedy show for older children, the amanda show in no way could or would try to replicate the show with the same name but swapping out amanda bynes with a random teenage girl who is clearly not amanda bynes. it's weird and nonsensical and shows that his character is so much of a farce put on for a paycheck that not even his dedicated audience is affected or even cares when he is replaced by a random, unknown person.

this is completely garbage content made by an opportunist with no experience with children who saw his nephew watching children's youtube content, took it at complete surface level and still hasn't realized that while children's content only looks and feels so easy, entertaining, and enriching because it is so hard to do well. even with outsourcing his music, that aspect of the show still sucks. famous and successful children's musician, raffi, is known for his song describing the life of a little white whale, called "baby beluga." it opens with a calm strumming of his guitar, followed by the lyrics, "baby beluga in the deep blue sea/swim so wild and you swim so free/heaven above/sea below/and a little white whale on the go." is it silly and kind of pointless? yes, but the point is that he is captivating children and showing them the fun of listening to music, dancing, singing, and appreciating art. the "excavator song" featured in an episode of blippi about construction vehicles opens with what sounds like a default garageband loop and the flatly sung lyrics, "i'm an excavator/i'm an excavator/hey dirt, see you later/i'm an excavator." i don't feel i have to meticulously analyze the aforementioned lyrics; the stark contrast should speak for itself.

i have a million more criticisms about both blippi specifically and youtube children's content as a whole, but this is already so long and i doubt many people will get this far anyway. it's an issue i was completely apathetic towards until i had my own child and had to wean him off these kinds of junk food shows because i realized the fast-paced visuals and bright colors and repetitive songs/lyrics were putting him in this spaced-out, fugue state, and he thought he could demand this show or that show whenever he wanted. the moment he started regularly yelling things like, "watch! cars!" or "no! click it!" i knew i had to be a lot more invested in the things he watched even if just for entertainment or as a soothing message. i showed him an episode of mr. rogers yesterday and feared it would be too slow to hold his attention, but he was mesmerized, greeting and interacting with mr. rogers verbally, asking me, "what's that?" to different objects on the screen. since purging this low-brow children's entertainment, he has had a noticeable increase in attention span and concentration, can focus on a task for longer amounts of times, is more likely to "read"/look through books without me initiating it, and doesn't throw a fit when the tv/my laptop is off.

i just know that for me, growing up with so much unsupervised internet access definitely led me to real-world pain and consequences, and it seems like now children are born with an iphone as an extension of their arm. if my child is going to be consuming videos, i'm definitely supervising every second and am going to be highly critical of the videos and the credentials (or lack thereof) of the creators and team behind it. but i also know, from pure observation admittedly, that parents letting youtube kids autoplay parent their children for hours at a time is not an uncommon occurrence. and it worries me that a generation of children are being raised on videos that rely on being as loud and bright and superficially enjoyable as possible. what's the use of a child knowing their colors and alphabet if they don't know how to treat people with kindness and empathy and respect? there is something wrong for a children's show host to plug the spelling of his name at the end of his videos ("well, that's the end of this video. but if you wanna watch more of my videos, just type in my name! can you spell my name with me? b-l-i-p-p-i!") after essentially rotting his audiences' brains for a half hour. there's something so insidious about the prioritization of naming different parts of construction vehicles over honest depictions of and conversations about dealing with feelings, or why someone with autism may act differently than you, or what to do when you feel lonely, or ways to make art and express yrself creatively. also, not to mention the blatant police propaganda and outright worship is seriously jarring; as a black mother to a visibly non-white child, i cannot sit there and watch blippi show kids how to be a bootlicker for the shittiest profession on earth, but that could be a whole essay in and of itself.

anyway, thanks for reading, if yr looking for quality children's content, i recommend, in no specific order: mr. rogers, sesame street, the electric company, molly of denali, daniel tiger, bluey!, blue's clues, the odd squad, word party, trash truck, puffin rock, uhh... that's definitely not an extensive list but that's just off the dome!!! ok bye y'all <333

[tonesplash]

Bikini Lunchtime Part 2 (18+)

pairing: edward cullen x reader

warnings: smut ;), vaginal fingering, slight choking but not really he just puts his hand on ur throat, uuuuh getting caught kinda, reader has a mom

a/n: maybe a part 3 bc ed boy did get cucked

read part one here

"You're speeding." Edward lifts his mouth from the space behind your ear to remind you, and then goes right back to drawing your attention away from the speedometer.

"This is aAh-" You lose your concentration when his tongue swaths hotly up your throat before flicking back into his mouth when it reaches your earlobe. You can feel his smile against your skin. "A lot coming from the guy who hates driving below the triple digits."

One of his heater-warmed hands comes down to knead your thigh as he continues in his effort to wrap the both of you around a tree. "There's just one more turn, (Y/n), I'm sure you can manage." 

Yeah, that and like thirty-something trashcans you want to say, but then he's leaning in again, and without thinking, you clasp your non-dominant hand over his forehead to stop him long enough for you to concentrate. You weren't strong enough to hold him still, but Edward relents nonetheless and allows you to keep him in place as you do your best to park with one hand while he helpfully manages the parking brake. 

"You better make this worth my time, Cullen." You smile in anticipation as your seatbelt whips back into its holder. "It's cold as hell today, and I don't feel like fronting for the electricity bill."

”If you feel cheated at the end of the day, I'll pay it for you.” Edward grins as he kisses your temple and sits back in his seat to disembark.

He's lucky your neighbors aren't nosy because he appears at your car door in a flash, already reaching to help you out with your school bag slung over his shoulder and food trash neatly tied off in the bag it came in. You turn off the engine and hop out to meet him on the sidewalk as you trail towards the front door. You take quick notice of the extra weight in the bag.

"Why won't you just let me trash my car the way I want to? I saw the fries from under my seat were also gone this morning." You squint suspiciously at him over your shoulder as you blindly attempt to unlock the door while simultaneously intimidating him. 

”It was starting to smell like a compost bin.” Edward can only stand you fumbling with your keys for a few seconds before he just takes them from you and opens it himself. Once inside, he hangs your bag on the hook by the door while you slip off your shoes and shrug off your jacket in a vain attempt to make it upstairs before him.

”Well, I think your car smells like a Bath and Bodyworks, what do you think is worse?” You take the stairs two at a time while he effortlessly matches your pace, one hand on the small of your back to keep you from slipping.

”I’d say the health hazard. Without me, you'd definitely have roaches by now.” His dry laugh echoes from behind you and makes you giddy with anticipation. You playfully roll your eyes and shuck your shirt over your head as he opens your bedroom door. The way you eagerly shove and tug off your clothes down to your underwear is hardly a striptease, but it doesn't bother either of you as you scamper over to your underwear drawer to grab your new attire.

"Okay now you-" You hold the bundle of cloth under one arm as you grab his shoulders and guide him to sit on the end of your bed. "-stay right here, I'll be right back!" 

His chuckle follows you out into the hall as you scamper over to your bathroom and shut the door behind you. Your foot misses the leg hole of the bottoms three whole times before you have to stop yourself and take a steadying breath to calmly step into them like a normal person.  

Despite your clear excitement that he can no doubt smell in the air and read in your mind, you decide to tease him a bit as you approach the bedroom. You balance on one leg against the door, gripping the knob as you creep it open and stick your leg through the opening up to your knee. 

"Is this doing anything for you?" You giggle and wiggle your toes in the general direction of the bed.

"Be careful, (Y/n), when you fall through that door you're gonna be very embarrassed." You can still hear the smile in his voice as you almost immediately prove his point by taking an awkward hop forward to balance and accidentally exposing your entire leg at once in your effort to stay upright.

"I'm trying to think of what my entrance song would be but I'm coming up blank. You're gonna have to fill it in yourself." When you peek through the door, you can see his eyes have a laser focus on your thigh. 

"Cellophane." Edward replies without blinking. 

Confused and a little offended, you shove the door open all at once.

"That is so rude! What exactly are you tryi-"

Without warning, Edward crowds you against your door, one hand already lifting your leg to curl around his hip while he covers your mouth with his own. His tongue sweeps from your bottom lip to the roof of your mouth, sucking your tongue and making you shiver between the cold wood of the door and the hard plane of his chest.

His opposite hand strokes down your side, trailing lightly around your breast and ribs until it comes down to cup you through your bottoms. You gasp and break the kiss to bow your head into his shoulder and watch but he won't let you, the hand at your hip leaving to cradle the side of your neck, thumb resting over your windpipe, holding you steady against his mouth while teases you through the nylon.

You arch your hips into his hand and lose yourself in his taste, careful of his teeth lest you prick yourself and have him swear off frenching until the end of time.

Edward releases the kiss with a wet smack, the trail of spit still connecting your lips sticking to your skin as he dives lower to worship your throat.

Pausing his ministrations, he adjusts his hold to be firmly under your ass, his tongue gliding up your sternum as he lifts you above him in one smooth motion. You squeal and cling to his shoulders as he smoothly carries you across the room and gently lays you out amongst your pillows.

Edward climbs to kneel over you, ravishing your mouth with his own, one knee between your legs to grind on as his fingers creep up your sides to tease your breasts, kneading at first, then extending each thumb to play with the bud of your nipples when they strain against your top. The kiss becomes sloppier, spittle trailing down your cheek as you both lose yourself in the sensations.

Your growing desperation overcomes you when he lightly pinches the tips of your breasts, pulling away to shove the thin fabric under your chest, exposing yourself to the open air and his wanton gaze.

“So impatient.” Edward huffs a small laugh, spreading his cool breath over your chest, further pebbling your nipples. He maintains eye contact as he trails slow, reverent kisses down and over your breasts until you can feel the presence of his lips just beyond the skin. 

“For someone with super speed, you sure like to take your time.” You quip and arch yourself into him just as his tongue creeps out to flick against your nipple, eliciting a whimper before it grinds into the sensitive skin, pressing it flat before he snakes an arm under you to further prostrate your chest and sucking your teat into his mouth.

Your reaction is immediate and involuntary, a sharp gasp, spine arching to the nth degree, toes curling against his slacks until he releases you with a pop and pushes his leg harder into your slit, going back to sucking, licking, laving your bud against the cold slick of his tongue until it glistened between you.

You could hardly keep quiet now, moaning and squirming, tugging his hair as he switches sides,  hoping, praying that no one would come home early to find you like this. Edward sweeps his tongue over your neglected breast, bathing it in his spittle and sucking until the buildup of sensitivity becomes too much and you have to shove him away before you cum on his thigh and embarrass yourself.

“I would've liked it, at least.” He smirks before leaning in for another kiss, and laying down next to you, your core disconnecting with a wet smack from the stain that had soaked through to his pants. Your face burns red and your pussy almost feels numb with neglect until his lips are on your throat again and his unused hand pushes past your bottoms, gathering your abundant slick.

He scoots closer to your side, his arm a stark white contrast against your skin with his hand shoved into your bottoms, knuckles straining against the fabric while he rubs your clit into a frenzy.

"Oh, fuck," you moan and toss your head against his shoulder, sensations overwhelming. 

You feel dazed, unfocused, and you can't decide if you want to watch the near frantic movement of his arm or lose yourself in the dirty sounds and sensations and let your eyes glaze over. You think you can hear the front door open, but you're far too wrapped up in him to care.

Edward moans against your temple, empathetic to your pleasure as he switches tactics, two fingers slipping in, while his thumb continues stimulating your clit. It's a tight fit at first but the mild sting adds to your pleasure, and you raise a knee to give him a better angle. The fingers inside of you begin to curl, teasing that spot deep inside, and one of your hands immediately shoots down, death gripping the wrist working at you as you begin to throb.

"You're so wet, and warm." His words are breathless against your temple, straining to not groan full volume into your ear. You involuntarily clench around him.

"I can taste you in the air, and you're so sweet and soft, do you think I'll have time to taste you before anyone gets home, sweetness?" At the last word, he openly moans with you as his thumb rubs upwards, bypassing the hood of your clit while curling his fingers against the softest spot inside of you.

The effect is immediate, your cresting shout is hastily muffled by the palm of his unoccupied hand bracing over your open mouth, and you whimper when he doesn't stop grinding his fingers against that spongy spot on your inner wall, wringing as much cream as you can give onto his hand, even as whoever just came home pauses at the top of the stairs at the sound your blankets rustling when your leg jerks out with overstimulation. You reach out and hitch your knee upwards again to hold it still.

"Can you cum on my hand, darling? And not make a sound?" You sob against his palm. "I want to feel you cum on my hand again, but I can't do that if you're too loud, alright?" 

The nod you give is shaky and stifled by the restriction of his hand, but he has mercy as his fingers start to curl again, and you both watch them writhe under your bikini bottoms in the low light of your covered window, as they disappear in your heat and come up again with the slickest of sounds.

When your thighs stop twitching and the overwhelming stings of overstimulation build into a pleasant hum, Edward pulls his hand out and pulls away to undress, before disappearing in a blink when your bedroom door dents the wall, revealing your very pissed off mother.

Later that night you'd argue whether the loud schlick of your cum on his hand or the ensuing slap of your thighs slamming shut with your ruined orgasm is what got you caught playing hooky on a autumn weekday alone in your bedroom in nothing but an askew bikini.

[ghostwriterdiariesxoxo]

   Down For You - 14: The Party In Laurel Canyon

Here’s a second 2nd teaser, bc this chapter is going to be long and pretty intense, as some things start to come to a head. Enjoy..

         [ With the press tour winding down, Bo’s able to get back to his regular schedule, shifting his focus to several projects he has on the horizon, starting with a meeting for a show he’s helping to produce beginning this Fall. He’s been gone all morning, and I’ve used the time to catch up on the closing paperwork for his tour, followed by a lengthy phone call with my boss.

         But it’s been hard to concentrate and I’ve found myself several times, staring off into space, frozen in a lip-biting smile thinking about this morning. It was in the quiet space after his alarm went off—before he got out of bed to get dressed. While he thought I was sleeping, he laid there watching me quietly, running his fingers over my hair. I wondered what he was thinking, but when he eventually got up, he gathered his clothes before taking a shower, quietly humming, ‘Leaving On A Jet Plane.’

        After finishing up with work, I head out to the guest house, quickly making my way across the space between the back porch and the door. For days now, the media has collected outside the perimeters of the house, along with a growing crowd of fans as the ‘Bo and Camille’ shitfest has continued. Bo’s tried several times to contact Camille since we left Atlanta, hoping to get her to calm the frenzy by speaking to the public. Not only to defend Bo over the controversy of his approach towards her, but herself, over the kiss, that many think was incredibly violating.

         Once inside, I settle in at the keyboard to work on some transitional pieces in the musical that’ll help connect one scene to the next. My fingers move over the keys, and I melt in the soft shower of notes as they rise to the ceiling where they turn like a storm and fall around me.

       It’s only a short while later, the sun pours in through the open door as Bo enters, tossing his keys in the corner and kicking off his shoes. I keep playing but after a moment, I notice him hovering in the corner of my eye and I glance up. His hands are tucked in the pockets of his black chino’s as he stands, head tilted with a warm smile as he watches me.

        “What’s that smile about?” I grin, looping back through the chords.

         He shakes his head and moves behind me, slipping his arms around my waist and burying his face into my neck with a kiss.

        “It’s about thinking it was impossible to fall any deeper. And being wrong.”

         The notes stutter under my fingers and he lifts me entirely from the bench, and I laugh hysterically, hanging in his arms like a ragdoll as he carries me over and lowers me onto the bed. In one fluid motion, he jumps on next to me, stretched out on his side, with his head propped by his hand.

      “I love you,” he says, with a dreamy little smile.

       “I love you too.”

       “I missed you.”

       “I missed you too,” I grin, tucking my hands behind my head. “How did it go today?”

       “Not bad.” He slides his hand under my shirt, running his palm across my stomach. “Just a lot of talking, planning. Nodding politely because we’ll go over all the same stuff in a week.” His hand lowers, moving across my skin, just under the waistline of my skirt and my stomach does a little flip.

       Deciding that it’s a good time to tell him the good news, I push his chest, guiding him onto his back and I sit up, straddling his waist. The heated but awestruck look on his face is priceless. And for a moment, I think it’s because the only time I’ve ever straddled him, is while he was sitting up. But his expression is so striking, I just now, suddenly remember the comment he made during one of our long drives down the east coast. When he told me he’d never ONCE let a girl be on top—ever. And that was when I began to understand the magnitude of his need for control in bed.

      But right now, his eyes are locked on mine, wanting but heedful, and I like it—far too much to move.

       “I had an interesting talk with my boss today,” I say casually. Mimicking his move on me, I slip my hands under his shirt, sweeping my fingers across the soft skin above his hips. His expression doesn’t waver.

      “Did you?”

       “Yeah, I did.” Withdrawing from under his shirt, I grasp his hands laying loosely by his hips, and press them into the bed above his head as I lean forward, my face inches from his. An involuntary ‘mmm’ sounds in his throat, but I play it cool even though it ignites me with excitement I can’t process. “I put in my notice,” I say.

       With a small exhale, a smile flickers on the corners of his mouth.

       “Really?”

        I nod, meeting his parted lips with mine and he’s breathless under my kiss. And when I move to his neck, I smile against the warmth of its surface when his hips move under me, and I sit up to observe. I’ve never seen Bo unravel—not like this. His expression now sits between fear and lust, his eyes appearing more open and innocent. It’s a questioning look, lit up with an intensity comparable to a Broadway marquee: Are you going to fuck me—or kill me?

      But suddenly, although nervously, he smiles]

[unbridgeabledistances]

okayyy so i had something heavier/hurt-comforty in the works as a gapfiller about mickey processing (bc we all need that!!!) but this fluffy little 3+1 about ian and mickey singing to each other happened instead— i hope u enjoy💞

a 3+1 of 3 times ian sang to mickey, and one time mickey sang to ian (to give context to the absolutely wild 11x09 serenade)

also the biggest shoutout to @southside-forever’s 80s gallavich playlist which has SO many bops and inspired bits of this😌

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1.

Mickey didn’t really know when it all started— Ian was always fucking humming these days, always whistling or singing some tune under his breath when he came out of the shower. He was more buoyant recently, lighter— the security gig was going well, and these days it felt like something looming and heavy had lifted, releasing the crooked hunch out of Ian’s shoulders that had taken root the sour morning weeks before as he shoveled Fruit Loops and Jameson into his mouth. Since then, it felt like he and Ian were finally on the same goddamn page for once— like they had a purpose, like they were moving forward.

Or at least, moving forward on the weekdays— but today was a slow, lazy Saturday, and Mickey was still laying in bed in a tank top and boxers, sweaty and entangled in the crumpled sheets, laying back with his head on the pillow and playing some overly-gory sharpshooter game on his phone. He’d been trying to beat this fucking level a million times, but his thumb couldn’t move quickly enough at the pivotal moment when he had to shoot a bunch of enemy forces— he’d been at the game for a good half hour, since when Ian had sleepily stumbled off of the mattress sporting a full bedhead to go take a shower, and Mickey was starting to get a tinny, sharp headache from staring at his phone screen for too long. He was just starting to consider getting up, to peel off his sweaty tank top and head downstairs to grab some coffee— when Ian came into the room from his shower, a fraying towel wrapped around his lower half and his torso slick with excess water droplets. Mickey flickered his eyes up from his game for a moment, taking an… appreciative glance, and then quickly focused his attention back on his pixelated mission as Ian stood in front of the dresser in the cramped bedroom, and started to rustle through the drawers for a t-shirt.

Mickey maneuvered his buff video game avatar through a minefield, biting his lip in concentration— when his sharp focus was suddenly infiltrated by Ian, singing under his breath in an airy tone.

“Ooooooh we’re halfway there.”

Mickey gritted his teeth slightly and tried to pour all his attention into the pivotal moment of the level, but half of his mind was being pulled to listen to Ian’s gravelly voice, continuing to softly murmur to himself in a tone that was ridiculously off-key.

“She says we’ve gotta hoooold on, to what we’ve got—”

Mickey’s phone screen flickered. GAME OVER.

Mickey wanted to throw his phone at the fucking wall. He inhaled, then pressed “Start Game” again, one last time— and again, his focus was disrupted by Ian, singing under his breath as he pulled on his jeans and gently pattered his hands in a rhythm on the top of the dresser— which was endearing and sappy as fuck, sure, but it was not helping Mickey with the task at hand. Mickey puffed out a sharp, frustrated breath, keeping his eyes on his phone screen.

“The fuck are you singing for right now?”

Ian suddenly gave a sheepish smile over his shoulder as he rifled through their sock drawer, like he’d been caught in the middle of doing something wrong.

“Don’t know. Song was just stuck in my head I guess.”

Mickey glared at Ian, pressing his thumb to the screen to pause his game. “Cut that shit out.”

Ian rolled his eyes fondly, sitting on the edge of the mattress to pull on his socks. “You should be thanking me for serenading you with your fucking eighties dad music. I could be singing Carly Rae Jepson right now, or some other pop bullshit that you hate.”

Mickey felt an involuntary, amused smirk split onto his face, and he tried to turn it into a scowl. Fucking adorable motherfucker.

“Okay, tough guy. If anything you should be thanking me for cleansing your ears from the techno garbage that you used to listen to.”

Ian gave a soft smile, shoulders turning fully towards Mickey now that he’d finished pulling on his socks— and then he turned and clambered into the bed, hovering above Mickey and causing Mickey’s fingers to go slack around his phone case. Mickey could smell the warm, freshly-showered scent of him, all cheap bar soap and Old Spice deodorant, and felt the soft press of his t-shirt through Mickey’s thin tank top— an overly worn t-shirt, one of Mickey’s, that stretched just a little too tight over Ian’s torso.

Ian looked down at Mickey, fucking beaming for some reason, his eyes light. He swooped down, pressing a soft, quick kiss above Mickey’s eyebrow. And then—

“Take my haaaand, we’ll make it I sweeear”

Mickey felt an involuntary, uncomfortable chuckle bubble up out of his ribcage. Was Ian fucking… singing? To him? It definitely seemed like it. And as much as he didn’t want it to, because this was fucking sappy and ridiculous and… well, gay— Mickey couldn’t help the fact that his husband leaning over him, breathily singing the tune of one of their goddamn wedding songs in his husky tone-deaf voice, made Mickey’s blood run a little bit hotter; which was bullshit, because absolutely nothing about this should be hot, and it was probably the most disgustingly married thing that Mickey could think of— but apparently everything about Ian, every dorky and fucking god-awful cringey thing that he did, was a turn-on, or at least according to Mickey’s thudding heartbeat and sweaty palms right now.

Ian’s face was still hovering centimeters above his, his eyebrows raised triumphantly and sporting a sappy fucking grin, like he knew how affected Mickey was by this, no matter how much Mickey grumbled and complained and tried to hide it.

Mickey rolled his eyes. “You’re fucking soft, Gallagher.”

Ian just leaned down again, kissing up the slope of Mickey’s neck and biting at his earlobe—and, okay, maybe Mickey could get behind Ian’s singing after all.

 2.

Ian’s singing was starting to get fucking ridiculous— and as much as it made something deep inside Mickey feel a light pang of relief, to see Ian being his old bubbly self again in the rhythms of routine and held by the safety net of financial stability because of the security gig that made the air between them less stale, it also meant that they were also around each other pretty much 24/7, and Ian’s serenades were starting to get relentless.

While they pretty much had a common ground in liking nostalgic 80s music, they would still inevitably argue about what music to play in the ambulance every morning— and whatever shitty album they eventually chose to put on, whether it was Ian’s pop garbage of Mickey’s mellower 80s tunes, Ian’s brain would apparently absorb all the songs like a fucking sponge and he’d start singing them all day long—in the kitchen, in the shower, even when they were just laying in bed on their phones and Ian would constantly hum absentmindedly.

Today they were driving to some bougie dispensary in Glencoe, near a bunch of ridiculous mansions on the very outskirts of the city, and it was Ian’s turn to pick the music— Mickey usually elected one of the well-loved CDs that he’d jammed into the glove compartment as they were refurbishing the ambulance, CDs that he’d kept since he was a kid when he piled them high in the corner of his grimy room next to a half-broken boombox— but as much as they were Mickey’s comfort CDs, Ian could only listen to Bon Jovi so many times before he started to slander 80s music as a collective genre.

“Can we just listen to something by someone who isn’t older than us, just this once?”

“Easy for you to say, Gallagher. At least the music that I like has fucking words.”

When it was Ian’s turn to pick the music, he usually picked more modern stuff with heavy beats and a thrumming bass (though more often than not he also appeased Mickey’s tastes with some “80s throwback” playlist he’d found on Spotify that he’d noticed Mickey would bob his head along to)—but on longer drives, like this one, it was easy to butt heads about the soundtrack. Ian had allowed Mickey to play through one of his Queen CDs that morning, and then Ian had put on some whiny indie bullshit from a playlist on his phone for the other half of the drive— now they were heading home after a long day, with the stereo turned low to a local radio station.

They’d settled into a comfortable silence, as they often did at the end of the day when their energy faded— Ian had stopped pattering his hands on the steering wheel like he usually did when he was amped up and buzzing with energy in the mornings, and Mickey could tell they were both ready to collapse onto the couch the second they set foot in the door.

Mickey blew out a deflated breath and reached to turn up the radio, tuning in to some middle-aged host with a cheery voice chattering about the heat wave in Chicago that upcoming weekend—and then the airwaves went silent, and there was the overdramatic sound of a slamming door and a gospel choir.

Ian’s ears nearly fucking perked up at the sound as the opening chords began.

“Life is a mystery… Everyone must stand alone…”

Ian immediately raised his voice to join in, the tired slouch leaving his shoulders.

“I hear you call my naaaame”

He turned to Mickey and pointed overdramatically, causing Mickey to shove his arm away but unable to quell the overly fond grin that he knew was blooming on his face.

“And it feels like… home.”

The beat dropped, rolling into the chorus, and Ian energetically drummed his hands against the steering wheel once more.

“C’mon, Mick!” Ian laughed, throwing his head back dramatically as he sang while still trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“When you call my name, it’s like a little prayer, I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there.” Ian’s pitchiness clashed with the melody, but he was too focused on singing and bopping side to side in this seat to really care.

Mickey rolled his eyes, his lips still turned upwards at the corners while he watched his absolute dork of a husband jamming to Madonna. “Isn’t this song about giving someone a blowjob or some shit?”

Ian gave an easygoing laugh. “Technically, yes. And it’s also definitionally a gay anthem, which means you have to sing with me.”

Mickey scoffed and flipped Ian off. “Fuck off.”

Ian raised a playful eyebrow, and continued to sing with relentless eye contact:

“It’s like a dreeeeam, no end and no beginning”

Mickey felt heat rise into his cheeks against his will. No fucking way was he going to sing a Madonna song about a blowjob stone-cold sober at 2pm on a Tuesday while driving home from work with his fucking husband—which, wow, that was probably the gayest sentence that had ever crossed Mickey’s mind in his 26 years of existence (which was definitely saying a lot).

This wasn’t ever a place Mickey thought he’d be in— sitting beside Ian so comfortably, singing fucking songs while they drove home from their daily commute; getting to soak up all the warmth, all the brightness that had always radiated out of Ian so intensely that it nearly blinded him, a warmth that he’d always wanted to lean in closer to even when they were just scrawny kids in a shitty neighborhood still figuring everything out.

Maybe, just maybe— it was okay to lean in a little more.

By the time the chorus rolled around the third time, Mickey was begrudgingly humming along, like he usually did whenever the songs that Ian was singing on and endless loop got stuck in his own head and popped up while he was brushing his teeth or making toast for breakfast— by the time the final rhythmic chorus faded to silence on the radio waves, Mickey glanced over at Ian, singing at the top of his lungs, face slightly flushed and grinning ear to ear.

“Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there.”

3.

Ian and Mickey were walking down the moonlit sidewalk, veering back home after an evening at Lip’s— the night had honestly been weirdly enjoyable, which was definitely a welcome reprieve from all of Lip and Debbie’s intense back-and-forths about the house over the past few weeks. Tami and Lip had needed to go over to Brad and Cami’s for some bullshit crisis management about the stolen bikes, and Ian had readily agreed to watch Freddie— which meant that whether he liked it or not, Mickey had spent his Friday evening at Lip’s half-packed apartment watching Ian coo over a one-year-old, which was… not a totally unwelcome sight.

Trying to keep his shit together, Mickey had snapped a picture to send to the Gallagher family group chat, and everyone had immediately given them shit about being so eager to babysit and get their hands on a toddler like a couple of baby-crazed newlyweds—which had caused Mickey to start overzealously complaining in the groupchat to compensate while Ian occupied Freddie. Kev had noticed the texts and swung by Lip and Tami’s house after closing the Alibi to keep the two of them company, bringing by a pack of beers—and now he and Ian were warm and happily buzzed, relieved of their babysitting duties and walking the chilly city streets back towards the Gallagher house.

Halfway through the walk Ian had interlaced their fingers, and now their arms were swinging slightly as they turned the final corner to walk down the last stretch of pavement towards the chain-link fence—when suddenly, Ian stopped cold a few houses away from the Gallagher front porch. He looked down at Mickey, raising their entangled hands and pressing a kiss to the inside of Mickey’s wrist.

Mickey raised an eyebrow in confusion, and Ian just looked back at him—his cheeks glowing pink from the few beers, his eyes light and unguarded under the streetlamps.

“This spot reminded me of something.”

Mickey rolled his eyes. Of fucking course it did. Ian was a sappy motherfucker on the best of days, but with a couple of beers in him he was practically uncontrollable.

“What?”

All of a sudden Ian let go of his hand, punching into the air dramatically.

“Cause love is a battlefiiiield”

Mickey laughed, feeling warm hot blood rush to his cheeks in delight—and fuck, he loved his husband so goddamn much. And just this once, mostly because of the own alcohol running thick in his bloodstream, Mickey made the lurching decision to join in, stepping closer towards Ian and raising his hands equally as dramatically.

“No promises, no demands”

“Woooooah”

Ian had practically doubled over with laughter, tears welling in the corner of his eyes—and Mickey let himself get lost in it, the warm feeling buzzing through his body, of love and joy and fuck knows what else, getting to sing on a fucking street corner with his husband a decade after everything had gone so gut-wrenchingly wrong, leaving him bleeding on this same pavement.

They stumbled over their own feet up the stairs, fumbling out of their clothes and collapsing into bed—and later, just as Mickey was on the brink of fading into unconsciousness, Ian mumbled the same refrain into the crook of Mickey’s neck in a sleepy voice, like the song was still stuck in his head and he just couldn’t help it.

“Love is a battlefield.”

4.

It was late— it was one of those slow, tender nights when the past was hanging heavy over them, laying pressed together in bed as thin streams of moonlight poured in through the blinds, pressing whispers into each other’s skin about all of the hurt and the doubt that had been seeped up and healed with time.

Ian was sprawled back on the bed and Mickey was laying with his head resting on his chest, feeling his ribcage expand and contract each time he took a breath. They’d absorbed so much the past few weeks— the sick, twisted blows of a loss that felt all the more jagged and painful because of how muddled the grief for Terry was—but after a few days had passed they’d found a place to settle, in the comforting press of the silence in their bedroom.

Mickey was mindlessly playing with Ian’s fingers, listening to his steady breathing—and without thinking, he ran a finger over the cool silver of Ian’s wedding band, letting out a breathy chuckle.

“I still can’t believe we’re married sometimes, man.”

Mickey could feel Ian’s lips curve upward into a smile from where his mouth was pressed against the top of Mickey’s head.

“Yeah, me either.”

And Mickey felt something bubbling, something welling— and he didn’t ever fucking sing, not unless Ian made him, but Ian was always fucking dropping song lines into sappy moments like this.

So he took a breath, and, half-singing but mostly talking, in a way that sounded almost mocking if it wasn’t so soft around the edges, he let out into the dark silence of the room:

“At last….”

He wasn’t even singing, not really—he was just sort of… saying the words in a singsongy way, but he knew that Ian could tell what he was doing, what he was trying to do. He was trying to be as fucking sweet and soft and pliant as Ian was, as Ian always was in moments like this, in a way that sometimes made Mickey feel brittle and hard in comparison. This time, Mickey wanted to breathe out the love he had for him into this moment, the love that made his ribcage feel like it was going to fucking burst— a love that he felt erupting outwards when Ian had played this song for him for the first time a few weeks before the wedding, and had asked with a shy smile, “D’you think it’d be okay if you walked down the aisle to this song?”

Ian’s chest shook with laughter, and he carded a hand through Mickey’s hair. And then, in his gentle, sleep-soft voice, in a breathy tone that tickled the shell of Mickey’s ear:

“My looove has come along”

Mickey rolled his eyes fondly, just to prove something to himself, even though he knew Ian couldn’t see him—and then he reached a hand upward and leaned back, drawing Ian’s chin forward to press his lips to his for a brief, lingering moment.

Mickey settled back against Ian’s chest again, and felt Ian press a kiss to the top of his head. He smiled contentedly, closing his heavy eyelids.

Maybe being a couple of sappy motherfuckers wasn’t so bad.

[datleggy]

Totally random thought I had right as I am going to bed but ya know that show "I didn't know I was pregnant"? Buck would be on that show lol the boy is oblivious when it comes to his own body, so like I can perfectly picture him collapsing on the job one day wracked with pain, and then Hen is poking around his stomach where it hurts, her, Buck and Eddie packed into the back of the ambulance as Chim and Bobby drive to the hospital, and she gets out the stethoscope to try and listen for internal bleeding or anything but instead finds an infant heartrate and she's like "Buck, you're pregnant?" And he's like "uh, no? What the hell?" And then his water breaks and he tries to convince hen and Eddie that he had an accident bc even that would be a better alternative to suddenly figuring out he's about to have a baby???? What the fuck???? But Eddie holds his hand all the way through it and by the time they get to the hospital, Buck has a healthy newborn cradled against his chest, Eddie knelt beside him and alternating between kissing buck and the baby on the head, and observing the baby in disbelief. I can also picture Buck like, sobbing his sorry's to Eddie the entire time he's pushing, like "Eddie I swear I had no idea, if I had known, I would have told you!" And Eddie is just reassuring him the entire time like "don't worry about that now, Buck, just concentrate. No one is mad, okay? But you gotta focus on the- on the baby" and buck just sobs and nods and focuses on the delivery again. But for a good while Buck is in denial that any of this is happening and it takes a lot of convincing and encouragement from both hen and Eddie for him to start actively participating in his baby's birth. Anyways, random half asleep thought is finished sorry for the long ask hdshsjjsjdbsjsj

WELL SHIT ok so i actually love that show and i could see buck doing this lmao so i wrote a thing. also ignore all medical inaccuracies, this is my distraction from monday lmao let me have this wildly inept fic pls. 

also just in case, it’s pretty brief, i think, but TW for talk of weight and weight gain

It's nearing the end of their shift now and Buck can almost hear his feet howling at him in pain. Today hadn't even really been all that busy, he thinks, annoyed at his own body's betrayal. He's not even thirty yet, but in the last couple of months he's felt as though he's aged about ten years.

He's put on a few pounds, which isn't too uncommon, sometimes Buck goes through stretches of time where he eats more carbs than he needs and works out less than he'd like and so a little tummy fat is to be expected.

It normally doesn't bother him, except that in the last maybe three months he hasn't felt like exercising much outside of work but he's eaten nearly everything in sight every night. He's up about fifteen pounds, which he wouldn't have even noticed, seeing that he does fluctuate at times anywhere between five to eight pounds over or under what he usually weighs, if it hadn't been for Chimney teasing him about putting down his third Krispy Kreme donut of the day and picking up a barbell earlier this morning.

Chim and Buck poke fun at each other all the time--it's a staple in their friendship and brother ship, in fact--and Buck had flipped him the bird, nothing new there. What had been new was the fact that he'd excused himself to the bathroom right after that and locked himself in a stall and bawled his eyes out as quietly as humanly possible.

Buck grimaces, embarrassed still, by the outburst, even if no one had been there to witness it. He still has no idea what the hell that had been about this morning.

Eddie notices the sour mood and pulls him in close. "Hey, you ok?"

Buck nods. "Yeah, just tired. Ready to go home--shit." Buck feels a shooting pain so intense his knees buckle and Eddie has to hold him upright to keep him from hitting the floor. 

“Woah!” Eddie calls Bobby over, who’s closest, for help, “Buck? Buck, you with me? What’s wrong? What hurts?” 

Buck just shakes his head and grits his teeth, the pain so debilitating he can hardly breathe much less speak. 

The Captain is on his other side in an instant and together Eddie and Bobby help Buck towards the couch, where he collapses in a heap, throwing his head back and letting out an agonized whine. “What’s going on? Did he get hurt during one of the calls?” Bobby asks Eddie, frantic to help put a stop to this. 

Eddie’s helpless, “Bobby I don’t know, one second we were talking about going home and the next he practically fell to the floor in pain.” he turns to face his husband, “Baby, I’m here, look at me, what’s the matter? What hurts?” 

Buck’s face scrunches up and he finally exhales sharply, his grip on the couch cushions loosening, and he opens his eyes, wide like saucers, and says, “What the fuck was that?” 

At this point Hen and Chim, as well as half the crew, have gathered around and Hen is quick to put on her doctors hat and try to sus out the problem. She makes Bobby step aside and Chimney hands her a stethoscope. “Buck, is it your stomach?” she asks, noticing the stiff way he’s holding himself around his midriff. 

“I don’t--kinda? I don’t know. It was just like, this crazy wave of pain, almost like a cramp, but way worse.” he struggles to describe the feeling now that it’s more or less passed for the time being.  

Hen had seen Buck wince when he’d been in the harness on the last call of the day, but he hadn’t said anything and she hadn’t thought too much about it until now. “Did you hurt yourself in the harness earlier? Maybe pulled something when we reeled you back up?” she asks, palpitating his stomach with her fingers, watching him almost retract from her touch. 

“Maybe?” Buck shrugs uncomfortably, wincing when she hits a particularly sore spot. 

Something about this feels familiar and strangely obvious, but Hen doesn’t understand why until she puts her stethoscope up to his belly to check for lack of bowel sounds, indicating maybe some internal bleeding or sorts. 

Hen gasps out loud and sits up like she’s been smacked. 

Eddie frowns. “What? What’s wrong? Is he gonna be ok?” He almost wants to snatch the damn stethoscope out of her ears and check for himself, his eyes darting between Hen and Buck nervously. 

“Buck, you’re pregnant. And in labor, by the sounds of it.” Hen blurts out in disbelief. 

“What.” Buck blinks at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop. This has to be a joke. 

“I heard a heartbeat in there...” Hen informs them, still awed. “Buck, that was a contraction you just experienced.” 

Eddie gapes at Hen and then at Buck. “You’re pregnant?” 

Buck gapes right back at him. “No!” he denies, shaking his head incredulously. “That’s insane, I can’t be pregn--ah--” Buck leans forward in pain as another contraction begins. “Fuck.” 

“Jesus, yeah, no you’re definitely pregnant,” Chim announces, “Your water just broke all over my favorite couch, bud. I’m getting the ambulance ready asap.” he says, before running to do just that, head reeling. He thinks about Maddie and when she gave birth to their daughter and how scared out of his mind he’d been and he sympathizes for Buck and Eddie, who up until now apparently hadn’t even realizes they were expecting... 

Back at the lounge Buck continues to deny any of this is even happening. He whines into Eddie’s chest, “That’s pee, it has to be, because I’m not pregnant. There’s no way.” he lets out a pitiful whimper as another contraction begins and buries his face against his husband to hide the tears springing up in his eyes. 

“Buck, son, we gotta get you to a hospital right now.” Bobby tries, running a soothing hand over the top of his head. 

But Buck shakes his head no, shuddering out a sob. “M���not going.” 

Eddie, overwhelmed, looks to Hen and Bobby for help. 

“Buck, ambulance is ready to go, we need to move unless you wanna have this kid at the firehouse.” Hen grimaces. “I know you’re in pain and I know you’re confused and hurting, but we need to get you into that ambulance and now.” 

Buck cries out when another contraction hits him and Hen gulps. “Your contractions are getting way too close together, we need to move.” she nods at her Captain and Eddie to help get Buck up and together the three of them manage to get Buck onto a gurney and into the waiting ambulance.

Bobby rides up front with Chimney, leaving Hen and Eddie to work in the back with Buck. 

“Buck, you need to start getting ready to push, this baby’s coming.” Hen warns him, but Buck refuses. 

“I can’t.” he sobs. “I didn’t--” he throws his head back, the pain lighting his nerves on fire. “I swear Eddie, I didn’t know. You gotta believe me.”

Eddie takes Bucks hand into his and brings it up to his lips. “I know baby, I know, you don’t have to worry about that. I promise. Nobody is mad at you, ok? I’m not. But right now you need to focus on pushing, you need to listen to Hen, ok? We’re ok, and you’re gonna be ok, but I need you to push, baby. I love you so much, you know that, right?” 

Buck lets Eddie wipe away his tears, leans into the comforting touch, and nods shakily, exhaling. “O-ok, I’m--I’m ready.” 

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The baby is so very tiny in Eddie’s arms. 

Olive Buckley-Diaz is born weighing exactly six pounds and two ounces. 

Christopher, who’s curled up against Bucks side on the hospital bed after a very exhausting day, looks up at his Buck, his little brow still knitted in confusion. “So she was a surprise baby? And that’s how come you guys didn’t tell me about her?” 

Buck tries not to laugh. “Yeah bud, it was a huge surprise to us, too.” 

Eddie nods along, smiling fondly down at the bundle he’s holding. Her blotchy red face is slack in sleep and there’s already tufts of brown hair sticking up funnily on her head under her hat. “I still can’t believe you only gained like fifteen pounds during the whole pregnancy.” Eddie chuckles, “Or that you worked through the nine months, God Buck, when I think of the stunts you pulled during calls in the last few months alone I’m--” he shudders. “Actually I’d rather not think about it.” he sighs, “I’m just happy you’re both healthy at the end of the day.” 

Really, it’s a miracle. The doctor had said as much after the delivery. 

“To be fair I never got any of the other symptoms,” Buck shrugs. “I wasn’t nauseous, my feet never swelled, I don’t remember any weird cravings? And you said it yourself, I didn’t really gain all that much weight.” 

Eddie leans down to kiss Buck’s forehead. “You should be on that show.” he grins. 

Buck tilts his head. 

“You know the one, the one Hen made us watch when work was slow that one time. ‘I didn’t know I was pregnant’.” he teases. 

Buck groans. “I regret all the jokes I made at the time. I totally get those people now. Pregnancy is weird.” 

Christopher rests his head more comfortably against Bucks chest and smiles softly. “Yeah, but now our family’s even bigger.” 

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[cloud-joie]

hello! hope you have a good day! can i request a pt 2 for the beginning of everything? maybe the whole gang is reunited bc of a u.a. reunion or smth and aizawa and the reader saw each other again? hddjhdjfbdj tysm!

Thank you for requesting this, I really wanted to give the other story a happy ending, so now I can.

A New Beginning.

pt. 1 / pt. 2

Type:  Angst / Fluff - Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2 K

Warnings: none.

Summary: You and Aizawa took different paths in life, but who says destiny can’t reunite two hearts after all?

A/N: English is not my first language so I apologize if there are some mistakes, feel free to let me know.

You were taking a plane back to Japan that day, the reason? A U.A. reunion for the 2005 to 2008 class.

You were a little nervous about the whole situation, you have talked to Nemuri and Hizashi several times, but they were not the problem, Aizawa was, how should you react? Would he be mad about how things ended? Or would he act normal? One thing you knew for sure, things wouldn’t be the same.

Nemuri was supposed to pick you up from the airport, so as soon as you saw her you ran into her arms.

“(y/n)! How are you? How was London?” Nemuri was so excited to see you, you could tell that by how fast she was talking, and also because of how strong her grip was.

“I’m fine, how have you been? It’s been ages since we saw each other” you said back to her.

“I’ll tell you everything in the car, come on.” After that you followed her to her car.

The plan was for you to stay at Nemuri’s apartment for your stay in Japan, but there was something you haven't told them, but you had to wait for a better time for that.

“So I have a surprise for you.” Said Nemuri as she continued to drive, you looked back at her with doubt in your face. “What is it?” 

“I invited the whole gang over, it will be like the old times, you, me, Hizashi and Aizawa.” 

As soon as she said his name your whole face lost all its color, of course Nemuri and Hizashi knew about you and Aizawa, you told them everything, and you were sure Aizawa also told them his version of the story. What you didn’t know was that they had a plan, Nemuri and Hizashi were tired of hearing how depressing your lives were. 

“So is he going to be… there?” you said to Nemuri.

“(y/n), I know what you’re thinking, and I know you are scared to face him, but you have to do it sooner or later. What was your plan? Wait until the reunion to see him, say hello and then leave? Don’t you think he needs an explanation?”

You knew she was right but that didn’t make you less anxious, just the thought of seeing him, hearing his voice, you didn’t want to face his judging expression towards you. 

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Meanwhile Aizawa was sitting at his desk doing some work related to school, but as much as he tried he could not concentrate at his work, the only thing he was thinking was you.

After you left, his life changed so much. He still hung out with Nemuri and Hizashi, but there was something missing, more like someone, he knew it wasn't your fault, but you could at least call him every now and then, maybe letters, he even had social media, so not even a single friendship request? So he still resented you about it, and he might deny it but the feelings he had for you were still there. 

“Should I take the fact that you are doing work at this hour as a signal that you are not going to Nemuri’s house?” Said Hizashi as he entered Aizawa’s office. 

“Not in the mood.” Aizawa said as he kept his focus on the papers on his hands.  

“Why? Are you scared?” Said Hizashi back. 

“Fine, you want me to tell you? I don’t want to see her, why should I? I mean, she made very clear how she feels about me, she talks to every one of you, but not to me, and she has never spoken to me since that day. So why should I care?” Hizashi noticed how Aizawa’s voice changed, he really felt the sadness in his voice. 

“Well if you change your mind you know where Nemuri lives.”

Aizawa was angry, not just at you, but at him, because even if he didn't want to see you he knew he was going to be there, even if he still resented you for what you did he wanted to see you, to hear your voice one more time.

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It was eight PM, and dinner was ready at Nemuri’s apartment, Hizashi had arrived and the three of you were hanging out, talking about your trip, and how much you missed each other.

At that time you lost hope about Aizawa showing up, you knew he was angry at you, and you couldn’t blame him, he had his reasons. The three of you stopped talking as you heard the doorbell ring, as Nemuri went to open the door Hizashi gave you a reassuring smile, you knew who was behind that door.

“Nemuri, hi, sorry I’m late.” Aizawa said as he entered the apartment.

As soon as he entered both of you were looking at each other, you could swear your heart stopped beating at that time. He looked so handsome, so tall, his hair was still long; you wanted to hug and kiss him, but you knew that was mostly impossible right now.

After he arrived you proceeded to eat dinner, the atmosphere was so tense that everyone could feel it, but it was expected. 

“Hey guys do you want a beer? I think I have some in the fridge” Nemuri said as she stood up and walked to the fridge, “Oh no! How could I forgot to buy some?” 

“Don´t worry, it's okay I don’t want one” you tried to say to her.

“Hizashi can you come with me to the store?” Said Nemuri.

“Wait why me?” as soon as Hizashi said this Nemuri moved her head to the door, making it clear to him that she wanted to leave the two of you alone “Oh! Yes I’ll go with you.” 

Of course the plan was to leave the two of you alone all this time, I guess you really needed to talk.

“So… how have you been?” You said to Aizawa. 

“Good.” His answer was so sharp, he didn’t even ask back.

“I guess you are mad at me.” You said as you looked at him and watched his whole expression change.

“You guess? (y/n), I don't think we should even talk about this, that was thirteen years ago. Let the past stay in the past.” With every word he said you could feel your heart breaking even more. 

“But I want to talk about it.”

“Oh, now you do? You had thirteen years to say something, but you never did, you never replied to the letters I sent you, did you even care? Did you even love me like you said?” 

Now both of you were crying, both of you knew having this conversation was painful, but it was needed.

“Of course I did! I never lied about my feelings towards you, and I’m sorry about it, I know you hate me, and you have all the right to do it, I never replied to those letters because I knew we had to move on, I didn't have the money to come back to Japan to visit you, so it was not fair to make you wait for me.” 

Now you couldn’t even see him straight to the eyes, you didn't want to see him judging you, it was so painful. “I know that was a stupid reason, but when I finally had the money I found out that you had a girlfriend, and I thought that you were happy, that I wasn´t needed anymore.” 

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I did need you? That maybe there was a void in my heart because of you? But you never asked me, you didn’t even thought of me.” Now the pain was noticeable in Aizawa´s voice. “I don't think I can do this, goodbye (y/n). Hope you enjoy your stay here.”

As soon as he said this he stood up and left the apartment leaving you crying on the floor, you wanted to go after him but you couldn’t, you knew his feelings towards you wouldn’t change. Nemuri and Hizashi arrived at the apartment and they saw you crying on the floor. They sat right next to you and tried to comfort you.

“He hates me, and it’s all my fault.” You said crying.

The day of the reunion came, you really didn't want to go there, but you wanted to see your friends and maybe you needed some distraction after the confrontation with Aizawa.

You were in one of the buildings reserved for the party, you haven't seen Aizawa, so you thought perhaps he didn't show up. You were starting to feel a little claustrophobic so you needed some space, and you only had one place in mind, the usual roof. The place was exactly like you remembered, you could see all the U.A. green areas from there, it was a nice view. 

“I knew you would be here,” and there you saw him, Aizawa was standing right next the door. 

“So…Sorry, I wasn't expecting you to be here at the party.” You were nervous to see him after what happened at Nemuri’s place, “If you want I can lea…” 

“Don´t!” Said Aizawa, interrupting you. “I wanted to see you, I need to ask you something.” 

“What is it?” You said to him.

“I want you to be honest with me” Now you were intrigued about what he had to say to you. “(y/n), when I saw again I realized how much I hated you for what you did, you hurt me in a way I cannot explain, you were everything to me and when I finally had you something took you away.” As he said this you could feel your eyes beginning to feel wet. “But I also realized something, that my life without you was miserable. I haven't been the same since you were gone, I realized how much you mean to me, so I want to ask you this. Do you love me? Because I still do, and I haven't stopped loving you since we were seventeen.”

It was like history repeating itself, like a déjà vu, him confessing his love towards you as you were crying on the same roof, but this time was different, this time you were adults. It was your time to be happy.

“Of course I love you, and I never stopped doing it.” After you said this both of you ran into each other’s arms, now both of you were now crying. 

You sat on the floor together as you hugged each other, you were afraid to move because the situation seemed too fragile, you both wanted that moment to last forever. After some time you raised your head to see Aizawa.

“Can we stay like this forever?” 

“Please don´t leave, (y/n) I’m begging you, don´t leave me again, I’ll even move with you, or if you prefer it I can help you find a job here.” Aizawa said as he held your face with his hands.

“Aizawa, I have something to tell you,” you said as he looked at you. “I’m moving back to Japan.” You saw the excitement in Aizawa’s face. “I was supposed to tell the three of you the news at the dinner, but after you left I totally forgot about it.”

Aizawa was so excited about your news, he didn't need to say goodbye to you again, you were staying with him, and you could finally enjoy the happiness both of you deserved.

“So is this a new beginning?” Aizawa said to you, you noticed how his eyes were shining, they were so different from that day you saw him. All the pain in his voice was replaced by happiness.

“It is, let's begin our lives again.” 

After that you grabbed Aizawa’s neck and brought his face close to you so you could kiss him, there was nothing that reminded you of home more than Aizawa’s kisses, now you could finally say that you were home.