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tonystarksfavoritedaughter · 3 years ago

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CAN YOU DO ONE WHEN reader and Tom's (holland) sex tape gets leaked?

Actually really love this (wrote this in one night so sorry for any mistakes!)

Media Control

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 980

Warnings: much impliedness, swearing

Beta Read: not a chance

“Shit darling,” Tom laughed as he rolled off of you. He tried catching his breath as he settled in next to you. You laughed as you tried to calm yourself as well. Tom had been away for almost a month doing press for his new movie. That meant late night phone calls and spotty facetimes, and not seeing one another. But yesterday was the day he came back to you. So naturally, you had reunion sex. The two of you had not taken a finger off the other since he walked through the front door last night.

You traced your fingers over his cheeks, counting his freckles, “I think that was the best we’ve ever done.” He nodded his head as he pulled you in for a kiss. His lips on you, the mixing of your salivas, you missed it. And you relished in it for as long as you could. He pulled your bare body into his, as his hand went into your hair. You moaned into it and tugged his hair, earning a low groan from him. He positioned himself so he was back on top of you.

You pulled away, “again?” you laughed.

“Always,” he kissed down your neck, “if you want. I just missed you so much, darling.”

You sighed happily, “get the camcorder.”

—

“Darling, do you want anything from the Thai place?”

“Just my usual,” you called out. Today was a quiet relaxing day at home. No work, no press, just you and Tom. The morning started with him holding you and cuddling in bed. Towards lunch he decided he wanted Thai food, so he called in your orders. He hung up the phone and put an arm around you as he sat down.

“They said it’ll be ready in 20 minutes,” he said into your hair. You smiled at the feeling of his lips on you. You thought about last night’s activities as he trailed his lips from your cheek to your shoulder. He was so loving towards you. He gave you attention like you were the only thing that mattered in his life.

You turned, facing him. “Tommy,” you murmured, “what movie do you want?”

He pulled away from your neck. “Movie?”

“Yes,” you laughed, “I’m pretty sore from last night so no sex right now.”

You watched as his face fell. “Did-did I hurt you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s just we went all night, and you went pretty hard,” you smirked.

“Sweetheart,” he cradled your face in his hands, careful not to hurt you anymore. “I didn’t know I hurt you. I’m so sorry. I-I feel terrible-“

You kissed him to stop his rambling. You found it endearing that he cared so much about you, that even the tiniest scratch on you could have him worrying. “I’m okay,” you whispered.

He wrapped his arms around you and laid down on the couch, putting you almost on top of him. “Now I don’t want to let you go.”

You chuckled at him.

He was about to pull you in for another kiss when his phone buzzed.

“Who’s that?” You asked.

“Just Instagram. Probably tagged in someone’s story or post.”

“Mr. Popular,” you smiled. Not even five seconds after that, your Twitter notifications went off.

“Seems you are too,” he said.

“Huh, I got tagged too.”

Tom turned on the movie. “Let’s not worry about it. This is our day.”

About halfway into the movie the doorbell rang.

“Food’s here,” Tom said as he grabbed his wallet. He opened the front door and greeted the delivery man. “Thanks, mate.”

“You’re welcome, Mr.-“ the delivery man’s eyes went wide as soon as he saw it was Tom.

Tom looked at him curiously. “You okay?”

The delivery man handed him the bag of food. “Um, I don’t know if you know, but, um j-just check Twitter.” He walked back to his car without another word leaving Tom utterly confused as he shut the door.

“What happened?” You asked him.

“I greeted him, and he looked almost scared and told me to check Twitter.”

“Weird,” you said as you pulled out your phone. You were about to open the app when you got a call from Harry. “Hello?”

“Y/N!”

You held the phone away from your ear a bit. “Yeah, is everything alright?”

“No it certainly is not! You and Tom are trending on Twitter and not in a good way!”

Tom must’ve heard the conversation by Harry’s yelling because he pulled out his phone. His eyes grew the size of melons as he looked. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he yelled.

“I don’t understand,” you said to Harry, “what the hell is going on?”

Harry sighed. “There’s a video, and um, it’s a rather intimate one if you know what I mean.”

You immediately registered what he was referring to. The video. Last night. Oh no. “Harry, I got to go.”

“Get it under control!” He yelled before you hung up the phone. You opened Twitter and saw yours and Tom’s name trending. Both of your phones were blowing up. You scrolled through and saw it. There it was. The video only meant for your eyes of Tom thrusting in and out of you.

“What did you do?” You yelled at him.

He flailed his arms. “What do you mean me?”

“You’re the one who put the camcorder up!” You exclaimed as you reported more and more retweets of the video.

“I didn’t do anything- oh.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “I think this morning when I tried posting the video of Tessa, I accidentally hit the video.”

“How did it get on your phone in the first place?”

“I had to download the video to my phone and I hit our video. In my defense, they both started with black screens.”

“Thomas Stanley Holland!”

#tom holland fic #tom holland angst #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland #peter parker x reader

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hoony-parker · 3 years ago

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Um hey

I never requested something from anyone cause I don't do good with these

But what about meeting Eddie after being away for long period, and him introducing us to the fellows?

I'm terribly sorry if this is a bad idea

notes: hi sweets, thanks for the request! this is my first eddie fic! i hope you enjoy it <3

warnings: implieded smut, a little angst, make out sesh (heh) and a lot of fluff, bad writing and no proofreading.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

w/c: 5.2k (oh goodness)

eddie had always thought sunny days were pretty.

don't get him wrong, he still wanted to keep the dark image of himself he let the others see of him. he'll still wear all black, hear metal and pretend he really is in a cult— just to mess with those who would actually ask him such an idiotic question.

and eddie would also never, ever let anyone know he thought sunny days were pretty.

but yes, he pretty much enjoyed them. the sky would just turn this beautiful light blue color he loved ever since he was little and played in the garden, in one of those crazy days his father would let him do whatever he wanted without ordering him around.

and, when his uncle wayne took him in, they'd go to the forest the first weekend from every month and spend the whole days and night there, enjoying the good weather and the famous barbecues.

when the sun shone, the birds would chirp and laugh from the kids in the trailer park seemed happier.

and, when eddie met you on a sunny day, there was no doubt left for him to confirm that yes, sunny days were his absolute favourite.

and he'd remember that day all those years ago, when your little seven-ish year old self sprinted around the trailer park with a pretty, yellow sundress with cute daisies all over the skirt flowing with the wind as you ran, your happy laugh going along with you as you chased after your big brother in a game of tag.

eddie was new to the trailer park— having lived with his uncle for only a few weeks or so, and he had to make some friends still.

so, when he shyly approached you, hands fiddling behind his back and little curls bouncing on his head, asking you if he could join you to the game, you couldn't possibly say no to him on that sunny, sunny day.

from then on, eddie loved not only sunny days, but every other day, too. he loved them because, no matter the weather, you were there. at seven years old, at ten, at twelve and at sixteen.

sunny days would be spent in the forest, sitting on the picnic table and talking until the sun hid and the stars began to shine. oh, how he loved those sunny days. where your laugh would sound prettier than ever, and your skin would glow under the soft, yellow sunlight.

rainy days he began to love almost as much. you'd come to his trailer, a sweatshirt neatly wrapped around your cold body, hands fisting around the excess that fell loose around your fingers, trying to stop the cold breeze that came with the raindrops cool your fingers.

on those cold winter days, you'd come over all the same and listen to some music while wrapped under his sheets, hot chocolate mug next to his bed. you occupied that place most of the time, the one on the left side of the bed.

you looked pretty there, he'd tell himself, cuddling closer to his pillow and most definitely leaving your scent behind for him to smell as soon as the night fell and you went back to your own trailer, whining and pouting when you had to leave the warmth of his bed. you looked pretty there, he'd tell himself, listening to your own mixtape because you thought his was just way too metal for such a calm and relaxing moment.

and eddie wouldn't mind. abba would softly play in the background, and you'd hum with tugging the blankets closer to your body, smiling contently when you finally found a little more warmth.

you looked pretty there, he'd tell himself. you looked gorgeous, but you weren't his.

eddie loved sunny days. loved. because it was sunny the day you left.

and eddie always thought that it couldn't possibly be this sunny in such an awful day. the day couldn't possibly look that pretty, when his best friend was leaving him.

and, at seventeen years old, you left. somewhere in montana, you had told him. somewhere far, where eddie couldn't afford to visit you.

it was sunny when you hugged him close, whimpering against his shirt and fisting the fabric of his shirt because you didn't want to let go just yet, or never, if possible. and eddie pressed a kiss on the top of your head, squeezing his eyes shut to stop his own tears from falling from his eyes and instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders, pursing his lips and laying his chin on the top of your head as he swayed the both of you back and forth, hopefully calming you down a little.

it was sunny when he felt your tears soak his shirt, and when you pressed a single kiss on his cheek, too, wet eyelashes touching the skin and leaving a little wet spot he didn't even want to wipe away.

and it was sunny still when he saw you get on your parents' car, your brother next to you in the backseat and you waved at him with a small, sad smile. and it almost, almost felt like a promise. you'd see each other again.

eddie now hated sunny days.

but now, eddie was twenty. yes, he hated sunny days still, but, with the years, he learned to appreciate other things that could make those dreaded days a little better.

like hellfire club, for example.

eddie let his hair grow long, met dustin henderson and started the hellfire club.

he had changed over time, of course. but he liked to think he was still the same person he was the day you left.

but it had been three years, now, and he was sure some change was inevitable. what didn't change, though, was the image of you in his mind daily. memories of you and him would randomly project in the very front of his mind like an old movie, and he'd almost feel himself tearing up at the thought of you.

"dustin!" he screamed when he entered the dark room, the whole group jumping and looking at him with wide, surprised eyes at the sudden yell.

"shit," dustin breathed out, a hand on his chest to calm his beating heart. "what, eddie? we're in the middle of something," he said, although almost nervously as he gestured to the table.

"the hell i know, henderson! did you really leave me out of my own fucking group? why didn't you tell me about the meeting?" he frowned angrily, hands moving around for more drama.

dustin shrugged. "it's payback, dude," eddie deadpanned. "what are you, five? what the hell are you even talking about?"

"you forgot to pick me up from school the other day!" the curly haired boy accused, voice high-pitched and annoyed. eddie could only groan, tossing his head back and rubbing his ring-clad fingers over his face, stretching it a little downwards before letting go. "that was one time! and i payed for the next five movies you rented!"

"yeah, well. it was raining," dustin raised his brows and tilted his head, as if to show eddie just how serious he was about the whole situation.

"oh, for god's sake," he groaned. "and i was cold! and hungry!"

"oh, sorry for not taking you home with me, little stray dog. next time i'll take you to the fucking shelter!" eddie screamed the last word with rage, fists closed tightly and moving around in frustration.

dustin raised his eyebrows once again, but this time from shock. he put both of his hands up and walked towards eddie with slow steps. "i can sense your frustration," he started, and his older friend breathed deeply through his nose, nostrils flaring in the process.

"but this thing you're doing? taking your anger out on us?" he gestured between eddie and him, then to the rest of the group. "—is not healthy."

dustin was talking to him with a soft tone, as if he were talking to a little kid, and eddie was about to lose it.

eddie turned to the hellfire club and, when he watched them nod, he rubbed his face again. "i swear to god, henderson," he warned. dustin shook his head, then placed a hand on his shoulder and directed him to the door. "we've noticed you're stressed lately, and we think you need some time off," he suggested with a comprehensive tone but eddie could see right through.

"dustin," eddie growled lowly. "we're just doing this because we love you, edward," he put a hand over his heart. "it's for your own good," and, with a smile, he gently, but hurriedly, pushed him out of the door, closing it but letting eddie see his face still. "you'll understand one day," and with that, he closed the door on the metalhead's face.

shocked, his eyes still stared at the door and, when he came back to his senses, he kicked it. "you can't kick out the dungeon master!" he yelled one last time, then sighed frustratedly and threw his head back. "fuckin— shit and those little—," he groaned. "fuckers," he sighed, walking towards his van and hopping in, rolling his eyes and deciding to just put some music on to calm his stress.

it wasn't until he put the mixtape in and pressed play that the radio made some weird noises that caught his attention, before completely shutting out. eddie stayed still in surprise, frowning and giving the radio a little hit that made the machine let out a noise close to one of pain. "c'mon," he muttered under his breath, giving it a few more bangs in hopes of getting it to work.

"just— fuckin' fantastic," he threw his hands up in the air, turning the car on and driving away. he could listen to some music when he got home.

maybe it was true that he had been pretty moody lately. but his senior year was starting (third time's a charm!) and he had failed the first couple of tests already, and he really wasn't feeling like doing senior year for a fourth time.

so, yeah, he wasn't in his brightest mood.

when he made it to the trailer park and to his trailer, he parked the car right outside and rushed to his bedroom, dragging his feet on the floor on his way.

he finally put some music on, throwing himself on his bed and covering his head with his pillow, groaning loudly against it. he had a really bad day and, over all, it was a sunny day.

the long haired boy was stressing all over his exams, over school, over the club, and the sun just dared to shine brightly above him like that? how could it? laughing on his face with its warm, and its yellowish light, and everything. ugh. he hated it.

so, when he went to sleep that night, belly empty and cranky mood, he woke up the next morning and he swore to whatever god was above that he couldn't remember the last time he slept so unwell. he looked out the window, pursing his lips in a line when he saw the greyish clouds covering the sky.

but it was saturday, at least. he could sleep in, if he felt like it. eddie got out of the bed, checking quickly for uncle wayne, only to find the trailer empty and all to himself.

he grinned, satisfied, when he thought about having the place by himself, and decided to hop into the shower and maybe make some of the bacon he had hidden in the freezer so his uncle wouldn't eat it.

making sure to put the stereo close to the bathroom, he put a mixtape on and turned the water on.

he was just finishing with his shower when he heard the faint sounds of knocks on his door, getting eventually louder at the lack of response. eddie was quick to jump out of the bathroom, throwing a shirt on with some sweatpants and wrapping the towel around his head and scrubbing with his hands to dry quickly.

the knocks continued. "i'm coming! jeez," he muttered the last part, more knocks being heard that only made him roll his eyes in annoyance. "fuckin'— stupid people, annoying the shit outta me on a fucking saturday morning," he shook his head, another round of loud knocks banging against his door. with a groan, eddie rushed to it. "i said i'm—," he started, opening the door and pausing midway to the sight in front of him.

he froze. it was like, after twenty years of breathing, he suddenly forgot how to. his heart was beating unevenly, too. like it was struggling to beat but also trying to control itself from beating right out of his chest.

eddie widened his eyes, mouth falling open when, on this cloudy day, he found you on his doorstep, nervous smile on your face that was exactly as he'd remember it to be, hands fiddling in front of you.

you looked up. "coming?" you laughed. he didn't answer. eddie just stared, perplexed, at your figure in front of him, no reaction in his brain to tell him to answer you, for heaven's sake.

you decided to talk first.

"hello, eddie," you smiled. giving him a little wave. he hadn't answered still and, at the lack of response, you frowned. you stepped a little closer, looking at the side to put your ear closer to his mouth. "eddie," you called. "you're not breathing."

"sorry," he gasped loudly.

after a few blinks, the blurriness in his eyes adjusting slowly to focus on you, a confused smile made its way to his lips. "y-y/n?" he asked, voice unsure.

"hi," you giggled, nerves running up and down your body like blood, and pumping your heart with it. you breathed in once, twice, thrice, to make it calm down, hoping eddie wouldn't hear it as loud as you did.

once his breathing went back to normal and his eyes focused on you, eddie smiled, eyebrows knitted together in a frown and his lips tugged up, though confused, and he asked, "w-what are you doing here?" he laughed happily, stepping down to bring you into a hug, arms surrounding your shoulders and his face buried into your hair, nuzzling into your temple.

you laughed back, wrapping your hands around his torso and closing your eyes in bliss. "i- i, my brother got a job here, and i decided to come along," you said.

he put his hands on both of your shoulders, stepping away from the hug to look at you properly, eyes dancing over your features.

you had changed. you looked more mature, hair shorter than the last time he'd seen you, pretty lips slightly bigger. but, he noticed, your eyes shone all the same.

"i- wow, wow! that's—," he chuckled happily. "that's amazing. amazing."

you nodded in agreement. your own eyes wandering through his face, and, he had to admit, your intense gaze on him made him nervous. your eyes finally fell on his hair, and a wide smile spread on your lips— the kind of smile where all your teeth were showing, and the sight made warmth spread on eddie's chest. "you let your hair grow," you pointed out.

"i did," he smiled back, shaking his head so his strands were dancing around all over, hitting your face in the process and making you giggle. "it fits you," you admitted. then, a short silence. "you look great, eds."

he looked into your eyes, shaking his head in disbelief, and smiled softly. "you, too, sweetheart. you look beautiful," his lips widing further when he noticed the slight blush on your cheeks.

avoiding his gaze, you looked down and you were met with the little tattoo on his forearm. you gasped excitedly. "you got it done?"

he made a little oh! sound, rolling the sleeve of his shirt further up for you to see the image better. "f'course i did. i told you i would, didn't i?" eddie looked at you, your head tilted down still as you admired the tattoo idea you had given him all those years ago— a simple drawing you had boredly scribbled on a paper one day, laughing when you told him he should do it in honor to ozzy osbourne.

that night, in late 1983, when you left, he had tucked that paper safely into one of his drawers and decided to save up some money to get it done.

he had gotten the money not until a month after you had left. eddie got the tattoo done a week later.

"that was a long time ago," you recalled. "didn't think you'd actually get it done," without hesitation, you lifted your hand up and softly traced your fingers along the little bats, and eddie shivered under your touch, making you look up at him with a smile.

"i've missed you," you whispered. eddie put a hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him so he could kiss your forehead, then wrapping his arms around your neck and resting his chin on your head. "i missed you, too, honey," he said against your hair, pressing another kiss there and just staying in your embrace, enjoying the warmth he had been yearning for three years, now.

he breathed out, opening the door to his trailer. "come on, now. join me for breakfast," he said.

with you, he'd share his bacon without a doubt.

"well? tell me everything," eddie insisted, grabbing the cup of coffee with his whole hand instead of grabbing just the handle, and you rolled your eyes at the action, laughing when he hissed at the hot temperature.

you shrugged, stealing a piece of bacon from the bowl with your fingers and taking a bite. "what would you like to know?"

"uhm, everything? i haven't seen you once since you moved away, sweetheart. c'mon. i wanna hear it all," eddie gestured with his hands for you to start talking, but he saw the slight hurt that crossed your face.

"don't tell me about it," you started with a sigh, "i'm sorry i didn't reach out, eddie. shoulda tried harder, and i regret not doing so," you apologized, shaking your head at your own actions. eddie frowned, leaning forward to take your hand in his. "hey, i didn't reach out, either, okay? we're both at fault here," he chuckled, and it brought a smile to your face.

"but you didn't know where i lived."

eddie deadpanned. "there new, updated phone books every year, sweetheart. i could've called you, if i wanted to," he told you. you looked at him. "why didn't you?"

he sighed. "i don't know. i was stupid," you gave him half a smile. "at first i wanted to. so bad," he confessed, and you frowned at him.

"the year after you moved, i went to the public library everyday. i even called the answer machine and ask to talk to you in montana," he continued, but he didn't meet your gaze.

"but, whenever someone answered the phone, i'd just... hang up," he shrugged.

"i remember," you whispered, and he lifted his head. "yeah?"

"yeah," you nodded, voice gentle. "someone'd call every three days or so, but they would always hung up."

"yeah, well," eddie laughed. "now you know."

"why?" you asked in a whisper. you weren't accusing him of anything. not an ounce of anger was shown in your voice. just curiosity.

eddie shrugged a shoulder. "i just couldn't do it."

"why not?" your friend laughed, though it was weak and glazed with sadness. "you ask a lot of questions," he told you. "well, you aren't giving me the answers i need," you cracked a smile, then fell silent. "why couldn't you, eddie?" you repeated, giving his hand a comforting squeeze.

he's rude with the skin around his nails, scratching at his thumb with his pointer finger, and you put a hand over it to stop the aggression. "you're gonna hurt yourself," you said.

"was scared you had forgotten all about me, i guess," head tilted to the side, you answered almost immediately. "i have never once stopped thinking about you since i moved. ever."

he looked up. "why didn't you call?" he frowned. "the telephone became my biggest fear," you laughed. "i couldn't bring myself to."

a look in his eyes told you that he had more questions, yet he stayed quiet. you answered for him. "it was hard trying to make new friends when i knew my best friend was all the way in hawkins. it hurt," you shrugged.

"i was trying to make the pain fade a little. i knew that if i talked to you daily, like i knew we would if one of us had the balls to call the other—," he laughed. "i wouldn't make any friends at all. i wouldn't let myself."

he seemed confused. you grinned. "i'll let you figure that one out by yourself."

when you saw him open his mouth to say something else, you cut him off. "tell me about this," you pulled on the hem of his hellfire shirt, admiring the drawing on the white fabric with a smile. his eyes lit up.

"c'mon. i'll show you."

eddie had forgotten all about dustin's behavior from yesterday. what was important was that he had you back, sitting in the passenger's seat in his van with the windows down and singing to top of the world in the radio, a song neither of you really liked, but you couldn't help but sing happily to.

he knew there was a meeting at steve's he had decided to skip, the mood from the night before not really encouraging him to see dustin after yesterday's events.

but everything was forgiven and forgotten already, as eddie drove giddily to the harrington's house with you by his side.

and when you asked him where you were going, he looked at you with a smile but didn't answer, and noticed your gaze on him for the rest of the way, the intensity of you stare making his knees buckle.

he opened the door to steve's house loudly, letting his presence known as he took your hand in his, and took you to the living room, where everyone was sat around the table, cards in hands while they ate some chips. they all turned around but said nothing, looking curiously at eddie and then at you, and you squirmed uncomfortably under their eyes, shuffling closer to eddie.

"afternoon, edward," called steve slowly, eyeing you up and down as if he were trying to figure you out. "care to introduce us to your friend, munson?" he arched a brow, body fully turned in his seat so he could look at eddie.

"was just about to, harrington. ya should learn some patience, big boy," he winked, then put a hand on the small of your back and encouraged you to step closer to the table.

"everyone, this is y/n, an old friend of mine," he smiled, and you waved back shyly.

"sweetheart, this is steve, obviously," he flicked him on the forehead, and he cursed and rubbed the sore skin. "that's dustin, lucas and mike. they're on the hellfire club with me," you nodded in greeting, they smiled back.

"that's erica, lucas' little sister. she comes to the club every once in a while, too," then, he leaned closer to you and whispered. "i wouldn't get too close to her, if i were you."

you watched him curiously, but he proceeded. "and that's max and robin," max waved at you and then rolled her eyes, and the blonde girl smiled brightly at you. "s'nice to meet you. eddie told us all about you."

you turned to him with a smirk. "did he?" he looked down and mumbled something under his breath, a deep red coating his cheeks, and he saw you pursing your lips, but with a slight tug in your lips.

"then, there's also nancy, jonathan, el and will, but they're all in cali, for the moment," steve said, giving you a small, encouraging smile once he noticed your tense shoulders. "would you like to join us?" he looked at eddie and then back to you, and you glanced at eddie, him doing the same.

"s'up to you, sweet thing," he told you, and you nibbled your bottom lip, then smiling brightly. "sure."

a few hours later, when the kids had already gone home and only robin, eddie, steve and you were left, you were all sitting in the couch with a couple of beers in hand, eddie's arm thrown across your shoulder with a glass of water in his hand, instead.

"so, how did you two meet?" asked robin, leaning bac against the loveseat she was sitting on, gesturing a finger between the two of you.

you glanced at eddie, then answered. "oh, i used to live in the trailer park before moving to montana. we've known each other since we were— what, seven?" you turned to your friend. he nodded. "we were two tiny peas," he smirked, and you scrunched your face up at the lame reference.

"anyway, we've been best friends until i moved at seventeen," you explained. steve leaned his elbows on his knees, then smirked. "and... for how long have you two been together, then?"

"o-oh, we— we're not..." you looked at eddie, you was too trying to stutter out an answer, his whole body full of warmth and he decided to take the arm off your shoulder.

steve raised his hands up in defence, "got it. won't happen again," he smirked again.

eddie huffed, glaring at his friend and glancing to his wrist, where there was no watch at all. "well, this has been great, but i think it's getting kind of late, and i have to get the lady home," he stood up, rubbing the sweat in his hands on his jeans, then extended one of for you to take.

you smiled at him, then turned to the other two. "thank you for everything, you've been too kind," you offered them a warm smile, and they waved you off.

during the drive home, you looked out the window, occasionally glancing at eddie, who hadn't spoken a word since you left steve's house, but he remained with his eyes on the road.

"how's your new address?" he asked.

"take me home, eds."

eddie drove to the trailer park.

once there, you opened the trailer's door, and eddie held it open for you to enter first, then closed it behind him, leaning his back against it.

"so," his voice shook. "so," you nodded. he was nervous, and was certain you could tell. his hands wer slightly shaking, and he kept pushing them into his pockets to hide them for you.

you kept your distance. "look, eddie. if i'm making you uncomfortable, i- i could leave. just say the words," you told him, voice gentle and eyes sad.

"don't you want me to take you home?" he asked, voice soft and curious. you shook your head. "i don't want to go home."

"why not?"

"eddie," you called. "do you want me to leave?" you asked, and, weirdly, he believed that, if he told you to leave, things would change.

everything would change.

"say the words, and i'll leave," you insisted. because he looked nervous, uncomfortable. like all the conversation you had had that morning just vanished and you were at the beginning of the game all over again.

he was afraid you'd leave and never come back. he'd lose you again, and would never forgive himself for that.

he couldn't go back to being without his best friend.

"stay."

you froze, "what?" you muttered, slowly turning to him and, as if you were approaching a scared kitten, you took safe steps towards him. "what did you say?"

your chests were so close together, he could feel your breath on his skin— hot, heavy, addicting.

and, when he looked down, meeting your gaze, he heard your breath hitching, because you could see a dark in his eyes you hadn't seen before.

but he was shy, wouldn't approach you. because eddie, after so many years of knowning each other, still feared he'd break you— ruin you with his persona. he was sure he was far from being the person you needed. but, you were right under his nose, so close to his reach, and he could touch you with a simple stretch of his hand.

he couldn't deny the temptation wasn't there, making his fingertips tingle and his throat dry. but, when he looked deeply into your eyes, there was also something else hidden under the dark lust in his irises.

he would beg, if you asked him to. "stay," eddie repeated. because he sounded desperate, and his voice was hoarse. and the tone in his voice made your knees buckle and your mind dizzy.

you were sure you could simply fall into his arms as soon as he put his hands on you, one arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you were pressed against him, and the other on your forearm.

his touch was gentle, fingertips trailing up, up, up, until they were under the fabric of your sleeve, and he caressed the skin there.

and your breath stuttered, and he heard it do so. eddie tilted his head down, his forehead on yours and, when you closed your eyes, he did, too. he nuzzled his forehead against yours in desperate motion, his hand on your waist squeezing the flesh, and he backed you to the wall. "stay," said once again, and then closed the gap.

and it was passionate. and it was strangely familiar, because eddie had already seen it in his dreams. but, when he met your lips again and again, muttering the word a hundred times more between each kiss, it couldn't have felt that familiar, because eddie was sure he hadn't ever felt something alike.

but you nodded nonetheless, calming his fears and anxiety as he fiercly pushed his lips to yours, humming and moaning against the kiss because god, how haven't you done this before?

and, that night, eddie laid you on his bed, and you promised him you'd stay, and he promised to always be there, for as long as you'll have him.

when he woke up, he smiled. like really, genuinely, smiled. you were still sleeping, soft snores coming out of your parted lips, and you were all cuddled up to him, tucked under the safety of his sheets and wrapped up with his arms, tugging you closer to him, and he pouted in adoration when you nuzzled into his warm chest.

he couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy.

later, he simply thought it was you who brought him happiness, and he'd have to leave it there, as there couldn't possibly be another answer to what brings that kind of smile to his face.

he just watched you, deciding on letting you sleep a little longer. he littered a few more kisses to your shoulder, enjoying the softness of your skin under his lips, and he soon noticed the bother of the sunlight hitting his eye through the gap in his blinds. he gently moved it to the side, noticing there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

but, that afternoon, eddie could proudly say he was again a fan of sunny days.

because, that afternoon, you were finally his.

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im-an-anxious-wreck · 5 years ago

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Aaaahhhhh!!!! So much impliedness!

Patton and Logan liking each other, Roman crying, Virgil MAYBE connecting the dots although he's so clueless maybe not ahbshahah

The Woes Of An Emo

Summary: Virgil realizes how short he is (and also gets his crap together), and Patton finds out that he has a thing for intimidating guys.

Warnings: Swearing, intimidation, breakup. Tell me if I need to add anything else!

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Chapter 4: I Guess We're Going With This.

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It was at the end of the school day when Virgil had found Patton again.

He had seen Patton's bright blue cat sweater from within the herd of students, and practically swam to get over to Patton's locker.

"Patton!" Virgil exclaimed, though, it was pretty hard to hear over the entire school in one hallway.

Patton turned away from whoever he was talking to, and immediately hugged Virgil.

Virgil stood stiffly for a moment before awkwardly hugging back. He didn't quite understand why Patton was hugging him, but he didn't mind too much. Though, he would never admit that.

Patton eventually pulled away from Virgil with a concerned look on his face. "Virgil! How did it go? Did Roman take it well?"

Oh. That's why he was hugged.

"Um, about that..."

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but, Roman did not take it well." The person who Patton was talking to before Virgil suddenly spoke up.

"Oh no! Virgil, you did let him down gently, didn't you?"

Virgil looked behind Patton to see the taller figure, who was wearing glasses similar to Patton's, with a NASA hoodie and matching galaxy converse shoes. Ah. A geek.

"Well...I didn't let him down...at all." Virgil confessed slowly. Patton had a vaguely confused expression, and the NASA nerd behind him looked...upset?

"Oh, Virge! What happened?"

"Excuse me," Loser, Geek, Whatever interrupted. "What is this talk about letting Roman down?"

Virgil suddenly recognized who Pocket Protecter was: Logan Barry. Roman's best friend. And they were just talking about breaking up with Roman in front of him.

Virgil was screwed.

"It's...a personal thing, sorry." Virgil mumbled, and he suddenly felt very small compared to the tall -and apparently, very intimidating- Logan.

"W-Well, what were you talking about, Lo?" Patton jumped in, possibly saving Virgil from being squashed, even though Patton was a flea compared to both of them.

Logan sighed and pushed up his glasses; possibly a nervous habit? "The lead. He didn't get it, and is absolutely devastated. He'll probably never stop complaining about it."

Virgil was immediately shocked. Roman didn't get the lead? Roman always gets the lead! How did Virgil miss that?

Ah, right. He missed it because of his internal panic in fourth period.

"Is he ok?" Virgil suddenly asked.

"Most likely. All he did was complain about it, so I doubt there's any actual 'sorrow in his heart'." Logan used air quotations, meaning he was probably quoting something that Roman had said while complaining. "Now, back to what you were saying, Patton?"

Damn, seems like Logan wasn't going to let this go. Guess he's super protective over Roman.

Patton shifted uncomfortably. "Well, like Virgil said, it's kinda personal..."

"Not if you two are going behind Roman's back." Logan's voice was suddenly a lot more hostile, which made Virgil shrink in his hoodie.

"Listen Lo, we-"

"Logan."

"R-Right... Well- um- it really is- um-" Patton's entire face was burning a fiery red. Yeah, Virgil was going to have to step in to save Patton here.

"Do you know where Roman is right now?" He interrupted Patton's stammering.

Logan looked to Virgil with an indecipherable look on his face, before sighing again. "Probably in the chorus room, getting his script."

"Great, thanks." Virgil started to venture towards the chorus room before turning back to face Patton and Logan. "See you later, Patton."

"Good luck, Virge!" Virgil was going to ignore the blush on Patton's face; that was a question for later.

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Virgil eventually made it through the crowd without getting trampled, and found himself in the chorus room.

He kind of hoped that Roman wouldn't be in here, but if he wasn't, that meant he would have to call the date off over text, and that was just rude. Even when breaking up with someone, you have to have standards.

Virgil walked into the chorus room, and sure enough, Roman was over by the table with the scripts.

"Roman?" Roman immediately jumped, obviously not expecting anyone else to be here. He brought a hand up to wipe off something on his face before turning to look at Virgil.

"V-Virgil! Hey!" Roman's make up looked a little smudged, but Virgil didn't think much of it.

"Hey." Virgil walked to the table where Roman was before putting his hood up. "Um...I need to talk to you."

Roman's expression turned a little more serious. "About?"

God, this was hard. "T-The date. I don't...well, I just-" Virgil's eyes shifted towards the floor instead of the actor in front of him. "I...can't go on a date with you."

Roman looked confused for a moment. "...We need to reschedule?"

Virgil realized that he did not want to see Roman sad at all, but this was for the best, it had to be. "N-No, I mean that I can't go on the date with you because...I have feelings...for someone else..."

"...Oh." Virgil finally looked back up to Roman, who had an unreadable expression on his face. "Well, why didn't you tell me yesterday? When I asked?"

"I um- I sorta panicked, and I wasn't thinking when I said yes to that...I'm really sorry. But I was thinking that maybe we could still go as-as friends? I-I know you wanted-"

"Yeah, of-of course! Though, if we're going as friends, we should invite more people! Like maybe Logan and his cru- uh- Patton!"

"Oh y-yeah, definitely! S-So, see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah!" Well this wasn't awkward.

"Ok...um- bye?"

"Bye."

Virgil walked out of that classroom as fast as he could without running. God, that was a nightmare, but at least it wasn't a date anymore.

As soon as Virgil got out of the school, Princey messaged him.

princeofyourdreams: the date was called off, he doesnt like me

S**t.

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{Next}

AHHHH I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE!!!!! I just completely forgot about it!!!!!! And its my favorite chapter so far, so that even worse!!!!!!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter nonetheless, it's a good one, I think!

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