#car is definitely going to have to Wait until i graduate and can get a full time (ish) job

[bloomingbluebell]

hhhhhasdahsdsdhsdha *happy flaps* i may have realized that i've had a repressed special interest for years and now i have planned out a budget for it (it's not cheap at all it is motorcycles) including driving lessons for both bike and car and gear and everything except insurance and gas pretty much and JHSDHSHDSDSHDSHDSHDSH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[captainfern]

Not rly a headcannon or anything but I can’t stop thinking about dad!price :( Doesn’t matter what scenarios nsfw or not, still pregnant or not I just need him

dad!price my beloved <33 @ghostlywhiskey also writes and loves dad!price too so definitely check out her amazing ideas :)

sfw and nsfw below the cut, fem!reader

sfw

dad!price can be both a girl dad and a boy dad and i hope you see the vision with this (just an fyi for stereotypical gender roles in regards to kids; obvi boys can have tea-parties and girls can like trucks, but it’s just for this little drabble ok ty <3)

dad!price with girls— you best believe he’s going all out with tea-parties. gets really into the fact one of his least favourite guests (a teddy) has been invited, making your daughter giggle and squeal. his beard will have glitter, or that cheap play makeup in it by the end of the day. his hat will be covered in stickers too.

dad!price with girls— loves a good rough n’ tumble with them, maybe in the sand or in the pool. puts them on his shoulders, tosses them around pretending to be a sea-monster (safely of course), splashes them or purposely gets them dirty and they’re just laughing and shrieking in happiness. you listen in, and he’s such a good dad.

dad!price with boys— races with remote control cars up and down the house (he actually gets super competitive and accidentally won on purpose once). loves listening to his boys talk about the lore of their hot-wheels universe, and he just sits there and suddenly have to play along to the fact that the red lamborghini galardo is a bad guy?? okay!!

dad!price with boys— just like with daughters, price loves the play-fighting aspect of parenting. tossing his sons against the couch, listening to them giggle and shout at him as they chase him through the house (of course they catch him!).

dad!price with his kids— teaches them all how to swim, and teaches them all how to ride a bike. enjoys teaching them life skills, and gets really proud when his kids succeed (he sobbed with happiness into your arms when each of his kids could finally read an entire children’s book aloud).

dad!price plays barbies with all of his kids, daughters and sons. gets really into it too. like no, son, your barbie can not come to his barbies birthday dinner. okay then, son, our barbies can fist fight each other for the one poorly dressed ken being kept in the attic of the playhouse.

dad!price who makes it his newfound mission to go to every event that his kids are apart of. sports, music, theatre, awards— he’ll be there, probably with his phone recording the entire thing too (in the future, he’ll definitely cry at his kids graduation).

nsfw

your husband has a huge breeding kink, obviously. after giving you time to rest after your first child (waiting until you were ready, of course), he would be stuffing you full again. stretching you open on his cock, pumping you full of his cum over and over again until it leaked out of you, and your tummy felt weirdly bloated.

he’s just obsessed with filling you— hands rubbing your tummy, watching the way your wet cunt milked his cock, plugging his spend inside you. imagining you pregnant again will most likely cause his cock to harden inside you.

price eats you out when you’re out too exhausted from a day with the kids, or being heavily pregnant. he’ll lay you nice and comfy on the bed and prop your legs over his shoulders. he’ll eat you out, kissing up your folds, licking and sucking on your puffy clit, stuffing your dripping hole with the thick muscle of his tongue.

when you come, he groans into you. he loves listening to you whimper and moan for him, whining his name. he’s come untouched against the bedsheets before— his face buried deep against your slick cunt, his hips rocking against the sheets.

he folds you over the kitchen counter (while your kids are at daycare/school) and fucks you hard. will make you come multiple times before he comes inside you. bonus points if you’re pregnant, and he can lift up your bump to ease your pressure while he’s filling your pretty pussy with his cock.

husband!price loves to talk you through it fr. “that’s a good girl, baby, there you go. takin’ my cock so well, aren’t you? takin’ it all in this tight cunt— fuck, there it is, just like that, sink yourself onto me, sweetheart. good girl, now rock those pretty hips— hngh, fuck, yeah that’s my girl. take it, baby, take all’ve my big cock in this tight fuckin’ pussy.”

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Mikaelson’s Party Pt.2

(Finally finished part 2. Sorry it took so long, I’m crossing my fingers that the third and last part will be done much quicker. I hope you enjoy the continuation of Human!Klaus and his Omega)

Part 1

By the time the couple woke up again it was nearly noon and he was shocked, never sleeping that long but it seemed that having his Omega was comforting in every way, even enough to get some extra sleep. As Y/n rolled over and looked at her phone she suddenly sat up, startled by something and Klaus could feel it in his chest.

‘What’s the matter?’

‘It’s the afternoon! I didn’t think we would sleep that long! I need to go home, if I don’t take my suppressants every day at the same time the cycle gets fucked up. My scent will come back immediately! I have to go, I’m sorry-‘

‘Wait!’ He took her arm, stopping her from standing up.

‘Klaus! I’m late, I-‘

‘Don’t take it!’ He exclaimed and instantly felt bad about how it sounded a bit too much like an order. ‘I mean, I’m here now and…if I mark you, your scent will be mixed with mine. You won’t have to worry anymore-‘

‘But I’ll go into heat quickly, probably no more than 2 days.’ He considered this for a moment before smiling.

‘We can move into that house I told you about…we don’t have to take everything but it’s in perfect condition and I make sure someone keeps it clean, we can go now. We’ll have everything we need and complete privacy. I won’t let anyone harm you, I promise, you have nothing to worry about, your Alpha is gonna take care of you.’ He was nervous for a moment before he was suddenly overwhelmed with her excitement before she leapt into his arms and wrapped around him tightly.

‘I can make us a nest, a real one and a home, I’ll make it perfect! I promise, you’ll love it, it’ll be-‘

‘I believe you. I’ll buy you all the nesting materials you want. We can pack our things today and I’ll take you to go see it, we’ll make sure we have everything we need before your heat starts.’ Y/n kissed him softly and he could feel how much this all meant to her before he felt her hesitation again. ‘What is it?’

‘I…what are we gonna do, we’re both in school. I don’t know about you but I’m flat broke, my parents made me spend my money on getting a degree I never wanted because “Omegas don’t stay home anymore Y/F/n”.’ She imitated her parents in a sassy, teasing voice and he smiled.

‘The house is paid off, so is the car, and my father left me everything. Honestly I could probably live on it forever, but we’re definitely fine until I graduate…you can stay home if you want?’ He offered, hoping he wasn’t offending her. ‘I just mean if you don’t want to continue college, I want to take care of you, my love. If you want to get a job that’s fine, if you want to stay home and cook and clean, it’s all your choice. If you want to be a stay at home mom and have 2 or 5 or 17 little pups running around, your choice.’ She looked stunned as tears rose to her eyes.

‘You’re letting me choose? All that money for school and you don’t care if I just quit?’

‘Do you like it? Do you want to have a job that you go to everyday? Omegas can do whatever they want now a days but you don’t have to, I’ll take care of you if-‘ She cut him off as she jumped to press her lips to his roughly. ‘Well, I suppose we’ll have to withdrawal you from school then.’ He joked and she grinned, his hands holding her waist as he nuzzled into her neck, tempted to dig his fangs into her scent gland but resisting until she was ready, no matter how much strength it took. ‘You just relax love, I’ll get you some clothes while I pack.’

Klaus allowed her to rest in his bed, kissing her neck once more before jumping up and moving to grab his suit case and duffel bag from the closet, packing everything he owned that he would need.

He couldn’t believe what he was doing. He knew his father had left him everything for this exact purpose but when he read the will, he never in a million years believed it would happen. His family laughed at him for wanting his own Omega, not just Mikael but his siblings too, and now here he is taking care of his Omega. He would be the best Alpha that ever existed, he would make sure of it, but first he needed to get her somewhere safe before her heat starts and that means protecting her until they get there.

He packed his bags as quickly as he could, knowing much of his stuff was already there since that’s where he goes on weekends to be alone after school, only coming home when he needs to. ‘Come on Princess, let’s get to your dorm and get your things.’ She had put on one of his shirts and tied a pair of pajama pants around her waist to make her smell like him, and it comforted her to know that no one in that school would touch her with an Alphas scent this strong unless they were suicidal.

He refused to let her help him carry his things other than a few of the canvas’ he still had here and he ignored his hung over siblings as they questioned him on the way out. Klaus piled up his bags and lifted his Omega into the truck he had inherited from his father (one that came in very handy for whenever he took place in an art show and needed to carefully transport his pieces) before driving towards the school. He found himself rushing there, giddy on the inside at the idea of taking his Omega home and making her happy. He knew she would love the bed, it was a soft, giant California King with a memory foam mattress and he had to admit, the Alpha in him had been shopping for his future Omega when he picked it, and though it had felt a bit stupid then, he was glad for it now.

Klaus lifted her back out of the truck and didn’t want to take his hands off of her, so he didn’t as he kept his arm around her shoulders and held her close. ‘You’ll have to stand outside the doorway, I bunk with another Omega and since we’re not fully mated I can’t let you into her room.’

‘I understand, I wouldn’t want to make her uncomfortable. As long as I can see you, it’s alright.’ Klaus wouldn’t want to make another Omega scared for no reason and having a strange Alpha in your room, near your nest, he’s sure it would be very jarring to her. She quickly unlocked her door and he leaned on the doorframe as she walked in. It was a large dorm room and he could see her room mate in her nest with her headphones on and he looked away quickly, not knowing how she would feel about her nest while he’s here.

‘I should just take everything, shouldn’t I?’ Y/n asked him and he nodded. ‘Okay. That’s easy…should I bring my nest or do you want to get new stuff?’ She was packing all of her clothes into a suitcase as she asked, along with her electronics to keep them from breaking.

‘If there’s some of it you don’t want to lose then yes, bring it. However I will get you whatever you want for our nest Princess, we can do that on the way home if you want so you won’t need to go out again?’ He offered and she grinned, clearly excited about that.

‘Are you going somewhere with him?’ Another voice suddenly spoke and Klaus realized it was her room mate.

‘I’m moving in with my Alpha, yes. Go back to your studying.’ Y/n rolled her eyes and he wondered why she didn’t seem to like her room mate as she moved both suitcases out to him before packing the rest of her things in a backpack.

‘You’re just leaving? What will your parents say?’ She questioned, condescendingly and he didn’t like it. He wanted to smack this girl for speaking to his Omega that way.

‘Nothing, because they don’t know and they won’t until I’m already mated and dropped out. Keep your nose out of my business.’ Y/n warned, clearly angered by this girl.

‘Your mother won’t be happy. Another Omega just giving herself over to an Alpha to control and use as he wants, and you’re just allowing it with no fight?’ Her roommate seemed to be one of those pretentious Omegas that believed if you weren’t actively trying to become a CEO with just as much power as an Alpha and keeping your womb empty that you were a waste of space as an Omega.

‘I don’t want to fight. I never wanted this, I’m perfectly happy where I am, thank you-‘

‘And you? You’re okay with just ruining her future? Using her as a house slave and a baby maker, something to fuck whenever you please with no regard for her-‘ Suddenly Y/n had her hand around her roommates throat and she was baring her fangs in her face.

‘Don’t you ever address my Alpha like that again, do you understand me?! He’s Mine! And if I want to be his Omega and make my Alpha happy then that’s my choice, if you don’t want that, it’s your choice! It shouldn’t matter what I want as long as it’s my choice to make, I never wanted to be like you. So you go ahead, call my parents and tattle on me, maybe you can be their new daughter, Lord knows they would have been proud to have you.’ She released the girl and Klaus sighed in relief. ‘If you so much as look at him again, I will claw your eyes out.’

Her roommate was terrified. She was a pompous asshole, but also an Omega that banked on no one being willing to physically assault an Omega. ‘Let’s go Princess, do you have everything?’

‘Yeah, we can go.’ She grabbed a comforter before exiting the room and allowing Klaus to grab all of her bags and escort her back to the truck where he packed everything. They made a quick stop at the admin office so that she could willingly drop out before Klaus was helping her back into the truck and beginning the 30 minute drive to his house…their house. ‘Damn!’ She cursed as her phone started to ring and Klaus held her hand as he continued driving.

‘What is it?’

‘My mother. Danielle would have called her, they get along great. My mom doesn’t think Omegas should give into their instincts to submit to an Alpha, she believes they should all go to school and get jobs and strive to show people that Omegas are more than human fuck dolls. She was always disgusted with the fact that I wanted to have a family with my Alpha and take care of our pups.’ Klaus listened carefully, hating how miserable his girl sounded.

‘I guess that’s a negative on her liking me then?’ Y/n snorted and he felt happy that he could make her laugh right now. ‘Are you going to answer?’ He asked but she shook her head as the phone stopped. ‘Okay, it’s your choice Princess. The house is a 10 minute drive up the mountains, so we should stop here and get the nesting supplies you want. It’s a great store for that, I got all the bedding from here and I know you’re going to love the bed.’

‘I can fix it, right?’

‘Of course. It’s all yours, take everything off and start fresh, we’ll get new sheets if you’d like. Anything you want, it’s yours. Well stop at that grocery store quickly after so that I can get some stuff to make dinner. We can do an online order after that and have it delivered so we can be quick.’ He parked outside the store and Y/n waited until he came around to help her out, seemingly knowing that’s what he wanted and it made Klaus smile as he set her on her feet.

‘What?’

‘Nothing. I just love you so much already…you’re perfect.’ Her cheeks tinted a dark pink and he pulled her close, nuzzling into her hair.

‘You are too, perfect Alpha. You’re everything I ever wanted and I love you. Gonna make you so happy Alpha, I promise.’ Her fingers tucked under his shirt and touched his warm skin, trailing up his back which he quickly pulled away from.

‘You already have baby, but you need to stop that or this parking lot is going to get a show.’ She giggled, taking his hand and pulling him to the store, starting in the pillow section. She ended up getting 8 of the softest pillows he’s ever felt, along with 2 body pillows and dark grey bamboo pillow cases. ‘Why not silk?’ He wondered, knowing most women would pick that.

‘Silk is great for your hair, helps it not get knotted when you’re asleep but it’s an awful feeling in heat, it doesn’t mix well with sweat when your overwhelmed and overstimulated. My mom always insisted on silk and it made my heats worse since she refused to let me choose my own bedding when I suffered through my first few heats. My mother is a control freak if you can’t tell, which is why I try very hard not to be…except about this. I need to control this.’ He could tell she was nervous about that explanation and he moved to hold her to him once again.

‘I will never argue over the nesting materials. I may ask questions, but the choice is yours. I know many Omegas have tactile issues with materials, I don’t, there is nothing for you to worry about. Alright?’ She nodded, kissing him quickly.

‘Thank you Nik. I really appreciate it.’ He went back to pushing the cart as she grabbed a set of matching sheets.

‘We should grab a few of those. I may be changing the sheets multiple times while you’re in heat, it’s better to have back ups.’ He grabbed 2 more and was quickly amused as he watched his Omega feeling all the blankets and choosing ones that were correct, making grossed out faces as she felt materials she hated. She had chosen 2 black oversized throw blankets that was a faux fur texture. He had to admit it felt like real fur with how soft it was and he knew those would be her favorites to snuggle up in, grabbing a third just to keep in the hall closet in case. He watched her pick 2 comforters and about 10 more blankets before declaring that she was finished, Klaus quickly adding a weighted blanket to the mix, hoping that it would make his Omega comfortable while he was in school if she ever needed it.

He didn’t allow her to see the total at checkout since he knew she would become anxious and he quickly packed everything into the trunk before escorting her into the grocery store. They grabbed a few things they could cook for meals as well as a bunch of drinks (Klaus insisting she get several kinds of juice she liked as well as water to stay hydrated during her heat) and more snacks than he thinks they could eat in a week. He is very wrong as he’s never seen an Omega during her heat…or after.

His Omega enjoyed the drive up into the mountains towards their house, happily watching the trees go by and clearly loving the tranquility. They had just finished bringing everything inside, Y/n becoming obsessed with the bed, when her phone rang again. She looked up at him as he was opening the sheets and blankets, getting them ready to get washed before they could build the nest.

‘It’s your choice Princess, but you’ll need to do it eventually just like I will. It’ll take longer for my family to notice though.’ He joked but she didn’t smile before answering the phone and putting it on speaker.

‘Hey mom.’ She greeted and she was instantly met with a shrill voice.

‘Don’t you “hey mom” me! Danielle called! She says you’ve found your Alpha, is that true?!’ The older women demanded.

‘Yes mom, it’s true. I’ve found him and he’s wonderful, I really like him-‘

‘You think I care about that?! Y/F/n, you will reject that man right now and get your ass back to school! You have a test to study for!’ Klaus’ eyes widened as he heard how her mother was talking to her, forcing her to reject her mate? That’s cruel, not to mention illegal, you can’t force anyone to reject a mate, let alone an Omega!

‘Mom, I’m not rejecting him. I’m moving in with him, we want to start a life together-‘

‘I will Not have it! I didn’t put all the effort and energy into raising you for you to become a weak, subservient Omega! Get your ass back to school or I will come and make you myself.’ Klaus could see the tears in her eyes and he moved to hold her to his chest as she was unable to hold it in anymore. ‘Oh, stop your crying! Those fake tears didn’t work when you were a child and they won’t work now-‘

‘Enough!’ Klaus shouted, not willing to listen anymore. ‘They’re not fake tears, they’re very real! An Omegas hormones are different than yours so don’t you dare pretend you understand how she feels, especially when her mother is belittling her as if she and her opinions mean nothing! You will Never speak to her like that again!’

Her mother didn’t respond right away, seemingly shocked that someone spoke up. ‘Y/n, how dare you allow him to speak to me that way, you will get away from that man right now-‘

‘No she won’t. She wants to be here, and I know that because I asked her! I made sure that being with me and moving in with me was what she wanted before I forced her into something that made her miserable, unlike you. If she didn’t want me I would have accepted that rejection but thank God I don’t need to.’ He muted the phone quickly and looked at Y/n who was sobbing into his shirt. ‘Do you want me to take care of this, if you don’t, tell me now.’ She nodded quickly into his chest.

‘Please? I can’t, Please Alpha?’ He nodded his head, kissing her hairline and allowing her to continue clinging to him.

‘I will call the police! Put out a missing persons report and-‘

‘You’re welcome to if you must, however I will just take her to the station and explain that her insane, controlling, batshit crazy mother is trying to force her to reject her Alpha because she wants to live vicariously through her Omega child. Y/n is an adult and you cannot control her anymore and as soon as the police find out she’s not missing and you know it, you’ll be charged for filing a false police report, and if you keep it up after that, then we will get a restraining order. You will never speak to my Omega like that again, I will not allow anyone to treat her like that. She is a Princess and she doesn’t deserve it! She has dropped out of school, school that she paid for herself and I will be paying off the loans so don’t you worry about that, you won’t be inconvenienced again. Y/n has moved in with me, stopped her suppressants and we are planning to start a family, if you and your husband want to be a part of that then I will await your apology to my girl, an apology she will receive if you want to ever meet your grand kids. Until then, don’t you ever call this number again.’ With that, Klaus quickly hung up and turned the phone off, holding his Omega to him tighter.

‘Thank you! I’m so sorry, I didn’t-‘

‘No apologies from anyone but her my love. You’ve done nothing wrong. She should never speak to you like that and I promise she never will again. You’re safe Baby.’ Her sniffles came to a stop as he kissed her before having her help him do the laundry to take her mind off of it. They washed all of the bedding they had gotten, unpacking their things in the bedroom and closet and making a list together of all of the things they would need to get, making them both feel like a real married couple already which they couldn’t help but laugh at.

His Omega settled into their nest as soon as everything was washed, fixing it so delicately that he couldn’t look away, it was fascinating to watch. Like an artist sculpting something unique out of clay and while Klaus had never seen another couples nest before, it’s considered rude, he knew that his Omegas was truly unique. He waited until she pulled him into it before snuggling up and napping with his girl, waking up just in time to make dinner and spend the evening on a movie marathon.

Klaus realized as they settled down for the evening in their nest that he wouldn’t be going anywhere for the next few days, able to smell the change in his Omegas scent already. It’s not often that an Omegas heat starts this quickly after meeting their Alpha but if nothing else, they had proved that their bond was quite strong. He sent a message to their school and informed them that he wouldn’t be there this week and he also sent one to Elijah to ensure none of his siblings came to the house to see him upon realizing he was gone as they had many times before. He knew Y/n would be needy and too desperate to care much about who was around and he couldn’t even imagine how possessive he would be while his Omega is in heat.

God forbid anyone visit while he’s tending to her, he can’t begin to imagine how badly that would end…

[starry-hughes]

first date - eden and matt

-

eden was nervously smoothly down her outfit. days of facetime calls and texts shared with matt rempe had all lead to meeting in person for the first time since their initial meeting. her brother, anders, was on a roadtrip with his team, her sister-in-law grace was downstairs with the kids, eden’s nieces.

“hey eden, are you eating dinner with us?” grace asked and eden froze. she was in jeans and a sweater, obviously dressed nice and paying too much attention to her appearance. “oh, i’m actually going out with friends,” eden lied. she didn’t need anyone knowing that she, the sister of anders lee, captain of the new york islanders, that she was indeed seeing matt rempe, rookie of the new york rangers.

grace, knowing exactly what a 21 year old girl would be up to was second guessing eden, “okay… be safe, say bye girls.”

“bye aunt e!”

eden left the house, knowing the cameras out front, she knew that her brother could see if he wanted, that’s why matt was parked next door. eden walked to the car, heartbeat picking up as she approached. matt, black eye and all, was smiling as she opened the door. “hi,” she smiled as she got into the car. “hi, you look pretty.”

matt parked the car and the two had to walk a block to the restaurant. he was a gentleman, opening doors, making sure she walked on the inside of the sidewalk. “two please,” eden smiled at the host. she prayed no one knew who she was as most people gaped at matt, mainly because of his height and black eye.

matt was nervous. he had even texted his sisters before this, asking if he was hypothetically going on a date what should he wear. “so you leave for toronto in the morning?” eden asked. “yeah, we have to leave early too.”

“don’t go fighting anyone, i like when you don’t have a black eye,” she teased. “i asked if you wanted to reschedule!” he laughed. the two talked as they ate dinner. matt found out that eden lived in new york with her brother after graduating college and that this was her “gap year” to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. anders and grace liked having her around, she helped with the kids and they liked seeing her often.

matt had told her that this hopefully would become a permanent stint in new york but that he liked hartford. “i hope you stay in nyc too.”

matt’s eyebrows raised in surprised, “really?”

“yeah, i guess i can like having you around.”

matt drove eden home. she was panicking internally when the car pulled into the neighborhood. she didn’t want to end the night. “thank you for tonight matt,” eden smiled, “i had a lot of fun.”

“i had fun too.”

eden wasn’t getting out of the car, just staring at matt. who was going to make the move first?

it was matt. he lifted her chin softly with his fingers as he leaned over the center console. “can i-”

“please do.”

matt kissed her. despite his healing split lip, eden felt like she was on cloud nine. it was perfect. his hand still under her chin.

matt parked the car next door as he did when he picked her up. he made sure to lean up to watch her get to the door and waited until the porch light shut off to leave. “oh hi grace, didn’t think you’d still be up,” eden said as her heartbeat picked up. “just wanted to make sure you got home okay, have a fun night?”

“the best.”

eden was gone to her room in seconds. grace simply smiled, pretending not to notice the hartford wolfpack bracelet on eden’s wrist that definitely wasn’t there before.

[pray4saint]

hi saint!! i was wondering if we could maybe get some dad!dream team headcanons :,) i saw on tiktok this little family doing father’s day & mother’s day gifts and thought it was so cute!! -🐼

dad!dteam hcs

masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. fem!reader. mom!reader.

a/n. i wasn't sure if you meant like child!reader or mom!reader so i picked mom!reader, the mother of dream team's children euehheheeh

dream

boy dad > girl & boy dad > girl dad

big, tall, athletic dad, little copycat boy

they actually play catch together in the yard

your son is a carbon copy of dream, down to the shared pouting

they've actually quite good at teaming up against you to go out for ice cream and frozen yogurt

dad!dream would post family pictures on your birthday and your son's birthday + would post date pictures on your anniversary with one picture featuring your son

twitch chat will often hear your son wander into your lover's office asking for cuddles, and from what they can hear, dream lifts him into his lap and holds him while he continues his stream

whenever he buys things for your little boy, he buys something for you too

always asks your son if he wants to go with him to cons and such and does everything in his power to get his kid with him

sometimes he'll ask you to fly over to whatever side of the planet he's on trips just so he can see you both

other times, he'll stay up all night on facetime with your son until your phone fucking dies because he just missed him soooo much

dad!dream who makes sure your kid knows the rest of his family so that, growing up, he has people to talk to – especially his sister because he knows it's hard for kids to tell their parents stuff

dad!dream booking family vacations and always inviting his sister to go so that you guys get at least one night of alone time on the trip

also also also dad!dream who asks every year on your son's birthday if you can have another one because he already adores your first kid and the idea of having more mini hims and mini yous makes his heart melt

when you tell him no, he opts to beg for another cat and it works

there are pictures of dream holding your son and your son holding patches and the secondary cat that weren't even taken by you floating around the internet

sapnap

girl dad > girl & boy dad > boy dad

absolutely is so protective of his girls, online and offline

is always asking you if he seems like he's being too strict or too unkind to your daughter even though he's doing just fine / he's just so worried to be as strict as his dad was

definitely wants another but is more comfortable and actually wants to wait a few years to actually get a grip on parenting

dad!sap who'll be streaming with his friends until his little girl comes padding into the office, asking if she can sit with him and all of a sudden he stops yelling and tells his friends to stop swearing – those are the moments you're so bleeping glad to have had a kid

dad!sap spoiling the shit out of her and you during christmas

asking uncle!dream, george and karl to collectively take care of her so he can take you out on your anniversary and on valentine's and so you can have some damn privacy

dad!sap and uncle!karl letting your little princess paint their nails

lots of cheek kisses for your daughter and matching forehead kisses for you

from the time she starts elementary school to the time she graduates high school he's showing her the standards she should have by taking you and her each out separately at least once a week

^ he opens car and building doors, holds your hands, isn't afraid to ask if either of you want the bill split or for him to pay, offers you first pick of going out or shopping or whatever

dad!sap is also dilf!sap and the fans love it just as much as you do / that side of social media you make sure your daughter never has to see growing up

this post reminds me,, sap always bragging about being with a milf – especially telling them that HE IS THE REASON you're a milf

dad!sap who has to literally tear his daughter from his mom and sisters because they love her so much

george

girl & boy dad > girl dad > boy dad

george strikes me as the type to have twins or kids almost exactly 10 months apart. / yes, if it's not twins, he actually convinced you to have another baby RIGHT after the first

really, really good with getting them to stop fighting – he's literally the kid whisperer or something, at least that what you tell your friends

dad!george who hates leaving his kids with other people, even if it's uncle!dream or uncle!sap but on the occasion you ask for time with just him, he'll compromise

the most dad ever

is always telling the kids 'go ask your mother' when they ask for something he's unsure about and if you tell them to ask him, he doesn't confuse them and just makes a decision

insists on teaching your son that women get 'sick' for a little while each month so he's more likely to help you and also so he's more helpful when he and his sister get older and her period starts

uncle!dream making jokes about your guys starting a family youtube channel and dad!george just hitting him every time he says it because he knows you don't need the stress

teaching both of his kids that it's okay to have standards* but also that it's okay to be independent and not need anyone

*raising their standards; you taking your son out and george taking your daughter out and then switching off the next week

dad!george softening you up to letting the kids start swearing when they get to their tween years

dad!george being on the phone with his friends and his daughter just wants to show him something so he tells his friends to wait a minute

dad!george trying to cook and his son asks if he can help and george just can't help but say yes*

*they end up needing your help and your daughter joins in too

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (4-5)

parts 4 & 5 of ?? | 863 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Eddie hasn’t slept more than a couple hours at a time for days, simply because he doesn’t have time. He’s picked up a part time job at Thatcher Tire after school and weekends, and when he isn’t there or dozing through his classes at good ol’ Hawkins High he’s making drops all over town.  It’s just enough to make up for his uncle not being able to work right now, but barely.

4.

Eddie hasn’t slept more than a couple hours at a time for days, simply because he doesn’t have time. He’s picked up a part time job at Thatcher Tire after school and weekends, and when he isn’t there or dozing through his classes at good ol’ Hawkins High he’s making drops all over town. 

It’s just enough to make up for his uncle not being able to work right now, but barely. 

And dear god, does he need a fucking break. It’s stupid, and irresponsible, and he absolutely lied to Wayne about where he was headed tonight, but he needs to let off some steam. 

He’s wound up tight as a spring as he pulls up by the club, and sees Steve fucking Harrington going inside. It’s definitely him, too; Eddie peers in the windows of a nearby burgundy BMW he recognizes from around Hawkins. There's a gym bag in the back seat with HARRINGTON written on it, clear as day. 

The spring winches even tighter, until something goes twang. 

Because he can’t go in now. How could he possibly go in now, and share stagnant air with King Steve? Admittedly not the worst of the bullies on campus before graduating last year, but everyone had heard about what he’d called Jonathan Byers the winter semester of ‘83. So a hypocrite, at the very least—a freak in wolf’s clothing. 

(And god, the clothing. The way the sleeves of his tight t-shirt cling to his biceps. His ass in dark jeans. His signature hair starting to get a little long in the back, as though he’s been foregoing haircuts lately, still big and swoopy like a cartoon character but in a more tousled way than he’d worn it in school—)

All of it makes Eddie’s blood pop and fizz in his veins, on top of everything else right now. . . . Then Eddie has an idea. Eddie has a wonderful, awful idea.

5.

Over the course of several hours of waiting, Eddie comes to a conclusion that he doesn’t like, but . . . desperate times. It’s only been a few months and he’s already fraying at the edges. What happens when Wayne gets worse? When Wayne. . . ?

No. Nope, he’s not going to think about it, because if he thinks about it right now then he’s going to have a breakdown on the hood of Harrington’s fucking car. Instead, he works his way through an entire pack of cigarettes while talking himself in and out of the gradually forming plan by turns. 

And he happens to be talked into it when Harrington comes out of the club, sweaty and pretty and careless as you please, strolling up to the car like it’s no big deal. 

Eddie breathes out smoke and stops grinding his teeth long enough to say, “Hey, man. What’s a nice boy like you doing in a place like this, huh?”

“I was just leaving, actually,” Harrington says, eyeing him as though trying to decide what he wants without actually having to ask. Wary, but not terribly concerned. 

Which is just such a fucking insult. (But why wouldn’t it be? Even as hot as he is, even if he swings the right way, it’s not like Eddie had a shot with someone like this. It’s not like he’s about to torpedo anything.) Eddie has dirt on him now—even if it’s all terrible societal crap and pressure and bullshit, there’s no point in not calling a spade a spade. But the thing is. . . .

The thing is, everyone knows the Harringtons are loaded. They can afford to save a man’s life. If Eddie squints at it just right, what he’s about to do is basically tricking King Steve into good karma. 

“Yeah, I should probably head out too,” Eddie says with forced casualness. “Say, does your girlfriend know you’re out here?”

“My what?”

Eddie’s lips tighten briefly around his cigarette. “You know, Robin? Bit of a motor mouth, about yea high—” he gestures with a flourish “—and usually attached to you at the hip outside of school hours?”

It takes longer than he expected for the reality of the blackmail to click, and even then, Harrington’s reaction is underwhelming. All Eddie gets is a slight rise of the eyebrows and a heavy sigh, almost no apparent anxiety. 

Fucking arrogant. Does this guy really think he’s that untouchable?

“Is there something you want?” Harrington asks flatly. 

And fine, there’s no point in not being direct. They’re not friends, and King Steve has always been an asshole who needs taking down a peg. 

“Yep.” Eddie ashes his cigarette just shy of hitting the car’s pristine paint job, then stands to go. “Woods behind the field, there’s a picnic table back there. You know it?”

Harrington gives a curt nod. 

“Great. Be there tomorrow after school.”

“I have work.”

“So? Call out sick, pretty boy, or Robin hears all about this little nighttime excursion.”

He doesn’t wait for anything else, turning away before his face has a chance to break into a grimace where Harrington can see. This is something he’s going to absolutely loathe himself for, but if it works? If it helps Wayne get better? Eddie can fucking live with that.

[noellie-writes217]

Peer Tutor

Peter goes to get his records and ends up meeting an indie punk genius instead.

WC:717

By some miracle, Peter managed to see his records from Midtown School of Science and Technology. He even had to go in, see his principal, who forgot he existed— that wasn’t awkward at all— and asked for his records transferred to an online school. He showed the same sympathy towards Peter that he shows all the new ninth graders at initiation. “Well Peter, I can’t say I’m happy you’re leaving us. Why did you miss so much school to begin with?”

Peter does his best to hide his emotions, never making eye contact seems to be the best he can do. “My aunt died.”

The principal sucked in a breath, “Do you have anyone else who could take care of you?”

“No,” he sighs, “my parents died in a plane crash when I was ten. My grandparents died before I was born, and my uncle was in a car accident.”

The principal nodded. “I’ll tell you what,” he starts. Peter finally looks up. “Instead of transferring you, just try to make up your missing work and I won’t dock you points for it.”

Peter felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time— hope.

“I’ll even talk to another student about tutoring you in the concepts you missed.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah!” The principal sits back in his chair before getting serious and leaning into the desk, “You seem like a good kid, and you’ve been through a lot. But dropping out of high school or transferring to some no-name online school won’t help you get into college. I saw your GPA before you went MIA. You’re way too smart to not get to a good college. So I’m here if you need anything— so is Ms. Kafka.” Peter nods and exits his office feeling better than when he first went in.

___

“Peter?” A voice called from the office lobby. Peter nearly jumped before realizing it was MJ.

“That’s your name right?” She asks. “Peter Piper?”

And the delusion leaves Peter as he gives the most natural fake smile he can muster. “It’s Peter Parker.”

She straightens her posture, something Peter has realized it’s something she does when she’s embarrassed.

“Uh, how do you know my name?” He asks.

“You came to where I work one day…” She starts “— I’m not a stalker! I just have a good memory.”

Peter chuckles at the irony. “So I’ve never seen you here before— I actually thought you were thought you graduated.”

Peter rubs the back of his neck and chuckles in his nervous fashion, “Yeah, no, I- I actually um… I’m a senior.”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around.” MJ waves goodbye to him.

———

The day after, Peter goes to his classes and sees a blond girl waiting for him at his locker with a very thick two-inch binder after his third-period AP Physics.

“So, you’re Peter?” She asks.

Before he answers he tugs on his backpack strap. “Who are you?”

“Gwen.”

Peter tries to place where he’s heard that name before.

She pushes the binder to his chest, “This is yours.” She ‘explains’. “Principal Morita asked me to get it to you. It’s all of your missing work. I’m your new peer advisor. If it sounds made up… it’s because it definitely is.”

Peter can’t even get a word in.

“So here’s how it’s gonna work: you and I are gonna study three days a week and every Sunday, you’re gonna text me every time you get a new assignment— I’ve already put together my information in that binder. Everything in there is color-coded and I put resources for studying in the back. We have the same homeroom since now and we will be spending study hall together. If you have an emergency, I’d recommend you handle it until our joined study days because I’m almost always busy with my internship, dance, and electives. So solve your own problems on those days. On Sundays, you’re eating dinner at my house so we can prep for Mondays. Am I clear?”

Peter opens up the binder to see her name and information scribbled in cursive. He nods.

“Great.” She fastens her backpack strap. “I have AP music theory next, so just get your classes done then meet me back here after school.”

With that, she walks away.

Peter’s phone buzzes from inside his pocket. It's Felicia.

‘He just robbed some penthouse in Manhattan. Cops can't do anything because someone paid them off. This is why I need you to help. Please Peter.’

Peter softly bangs his head against his locker after reading that text. “I hate everything.”

[steddieas-shegoes]

I come bearing a request! I need some wish fulfilment in my life, so Robin & Steve still meeting and becoming platonic soulmates even without all the Upside Down? Feel free to combine this with others or go wild with it in any direction you want. I love your writing, and I’m really looking forward to seeing all of these when they come out, I’m sure people have had so many good ideas!

THANK YOU!!!! I loved this idea. I love their friendship so much, it reminds me sooooo much of me and my person. Even though you said I could mix it in with another one, this felt like something I wanted to make the main focus. They're platonic soulmates, so they find each other no matter the circumstances or universe. I hope you like what I came up with! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve was so lost. He followed the map, or tried to at least, but still ended up by the music building instead of the library.

He was certain there was a joke there about jocks not being able to find the library, but his head hurt, and he was hungry, and he was exhausted.

His first few days of classes had been overwhelming to say the least. He’d only registered for three classes, already knowing his work schedule would keep him too busy to handle more.

It would mean graduating later, but it would also mean more freedom from his parents.

That was more important.

But he carved out an entire afternoon to go to the library this week and so far, he’d wasted an hour walking to the wrong library, back to his car to get the campus map, and then, apparently, the wrong direction.

He was about two seconds away from crying.

He inhaled. He exhaled.

He leaned back against the wall of the music building and slid down until he was sitting on the ground.

It was his day off so nothing was stopping him from just sitting here until he found the energy to walk back to his car.

Except for the person currently tripping over his legs.

“Shit! Who sits on the ground outside? Who does that?”

The girl looked at him, eyes squinting as she took in his visibly pitiful appearance.

“Dingus! Why are you on the ground?”

She sounded annoyed, but also a little amused?

“Sorry. I’m just lost and tired.”

She searched his face, probably trying to figure out how someone like him could be this lost.

“Where are you trying to be?”

“Library.”

“That’s on the other side of campus.”

“I know that now, thanks.”

He really wasn’t in the mood to deal with people, especially not someone who already seemed to not like him because he was in the way.

But she wouldn’t go away, despite the fact that she was clearly in a rush before.

“Weren’t going inside?” He couldn’t help asking, hoping she’d forget about him and leave him to mope for a bit longer.

“I was. But you’re kind of depressing and I think it can wait.”

That’s awesome to hear. He kind of felt like the tears he’d been holding back on for ten minutes now were going to fall and he’d make a bigger fool out of himself and this girl would probably call campus security thinking he’s nuts.

“Dude. You’re kind of losing it. It’s only the first week.”

Yeah, well.

“I’ll be fine. Just go to class. You’re obviously running late.”

“First of all, it’s practice, not class. I’m in the marching band. Scholarship duties or whatever. Second of all, I’m not leaving you here. You look like you’re gonna throw up and die.”

Steve rolled his eyes. This girl was incredibly dramatic.

It was definitely entertaining at least.

“I’m not gonna die.”

“But you might throw up?” The girl looked disgusted. “Do it behind the building at least.”

He was a little nauseous, but that was probably just the anxiety and exhaustion mixed with not eating in a while.

Did he even have breakfast today?

Shit. He didn’t have breakfast.

“Okay. Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna go inside and tell them there’s an emergency and I can’t stay. The director is cool, he won’t even ask questions.” The girl was waving her hands around like that would help explain her plan. It didn’t. “Then, I walk you to the library. You buy me a snack at the cafe next to it so I can make the walk back here. We never see each other again, I pretend you’re not as pitiful as you look, and you learn where the library is.”

In theory, that sounded fine. But in practice, he wasn’t gonna waste her time.

The library closed in two hours and he wouldn’t have nearly enough time to do what he needed to by the time he got there, so why waste the energy walking all that way? Especially if it caused someone else to waste their time?

“It’s alright. Go to practice. I’m just gonna walk back to my car and head to the dorm.”

“You live on campus? Which dorm?”

“Grayson Hall. Why?”

There was only one co-ed dorm on campus, so the odds of her living in the same building as him were slim to none.

“Me too! Dude, do you think you could wait for me to be done with practice and drive us both back? It’s dark when I leave and my usual ride is sick.”

Steve should’ve said no. He didn’t even know this girl’s name. She seemed kind of crazy. Like, who asked a stranger for a ride and told them where they lived?

“You don’t have much stranger danger knowledge do you?”

“I think I can take you if I have to. You’re pale and you have bags under your eyes the size of the moon. I took a self defense class before I came here. My parents insisted.”

“Uh.” Well, he couldn’t really think of a reason not to at this point. “Okay.”

“Great! I’m Robin. You are…?”

“Steve.”

“Cool. See you in two hours dingus!”

He didn’t get a chance to respond before she was in the building.

Alright then.

————————-

Robin was kind of insane. But in the best way.

Steve hadn’t really had friends since the first two years of high school.

He’d gotten the shit kicked out of him twice in a row and “fell from grace” by junior year.

He couldn’t even find a place with the nerds. He wasn’t enough of anything. Not enough of a jock. Not enough of a smart kid. Not enough of a nerd. Not enough of a bad boy.

Not enough.

But the more time he spent with Robin, the more he felt like he could be.

She teased him relentlessly, sure, but she let him tease her back.

She was patient with him when he didn’t understand something, taking time to explain an assignment that confused him.

She was a sophomore, didn’t have to take a gap year like he did. She got a scholarship right out of high school.

He cut himself off from his parents right out of high school. The moment he did, he was completely on his own.

He had very little savings, just enough to rent a room in a house with a few people he didn’t know outside of town. He worked two jobs for a while, making sure he was putting away anything extra, living “slim” as one of his roommates used to say.

He didn’t have time to make friends.

And when he got accepted into college, he knew it would be the same.

He was paying for school himself, and he wasn’t smart enough to get an academic scholarship, or good enough at any of the sports he played in high school to get a sports scholarship. That meant he had to work at least one full time job while he took classes.

But that didn’t deter Robin.

She showed up at his door every morning with a smile and some crazy story about what happened at band practice the day before.

Band kids were kind of crazy. Robin was a little crazy.

He loved her.

She brought so much to his life, so much he didn’t realize he’d been missing.

If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear he was in love.

But he did know better.

Before she even came out to him, he knew she was different. Not a bad different, just the kind that he wasn’t wanting to be involved with romantically. Something was telling him she wasn’t interested in him either.

So one month into the semester, while they were studying together on Steve’s lunch break at work, she told him.

“I’m gonna say something that will either make you hate me or make us closer than ever.”

“Okay?”

“Just promise me no matter how you take it, you won’t tell anyone else. It would be dangerous for me.”

Dangerous? Was she in the mafia or something?

“I won’t tell anyone.”

He wouldn’t. But he was a little scared he’d end up in a ditch somewhere.

“I’m. Okay so. You know how you’re into women?”

This is not what Steve expected.

“…yeah?”

“Okay. I’m. Also into women?”

Steve sat silently. Waiting for her to say more.

Robin just stared at him, nervously biting her nails.

“And?” Steve asked when she didn’t continue on her own.

“And…that’s it? I’m a lesbian.”

“Oh.”

Oh, that’s it? Nothing mafia related? Cool.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I mean I expected something bad.”

“You don’t think that’s bad?”

“No? Should I?”

Robin looked like she was going to cry and that couldn’t happen because they were in public and Steve still didn’t know what to do to comfort people when they cried.

“Don’t cry. Please. I think you’re amazing, Robin. It doesn’t matter if you like women. I like women so, like, I get it.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do! I mean, boobs. Am I right?”

Robin let out a bark of a laugh.

“Yeah, boobs. Hard to resist.”

They smiled at each other, then looked back at their books.

He got lucky with Robin.

He got lucky that she’d found him when he was lost and kept him going the right way since.

[huipinkhair]

Introverts - Zhang Hao x Reader

Final Chapter - Look at me, Y/N~

Synopsis - Zhang Hao was made the student council vice president against his will, when all he wanted was to get through high school quietly. He found himself drawn to the shy member of a student-made band, and has been crushing on them for months. He knows he needs to get his shit together before they graduate and go their separate ways, but doesn’t know if he can break out of his shell in time, or even bother at all.

Taglist - @hwangsm1le @zerobaseonefics @mins-fins @kpoprhia @haesunflower @big-uwu-stan @harus-simp @seungminiesgf @cherriegyu

Written Part - DEFINITELY DONT MISS THIS ONE - 1.7k words

You tap your leg anxiously while sitting in your living room, anticipation building as you wait for Hao to arrive. Standing up, you adjust your outfit meticulously to avoid any creases, glancing at yourself in the hallway mirror. The sound of a brief horn from outside signals your date's arrival. Hastily fixing your hair one last time, you step out to greet Hao.

Leaning against the car's hood, Hao holds his phone in one hand and keeps the other in his pocket. His predominantly black suit stands out with a vibrant red tie, perfectly matching your outfit. His intentionally tousled hair adds to his charm, and his eyes light up as he looks up at you.

"Oh, my god. Hi, wow, you look beautiful," he breathlessly exclaims, taking your hand in his. You nervously laugh, glancing down at your intertwined hands.

"I, thank you, you do, too," you mumble, "aren't we cute, matching like this" you tug a little on his tie. He chuckles, his cheeks flushing pink.

He guides you over to the passenger door of his car, opening it for you before getting in his side and getting you both on your way.

~~~

Pulling up to the hotel the prom was being hosted in, you look in awe at the grandeur this event seemed to have.

"Hanbin really went all out for this, huh?" Hao smiles, unbuckling his seat belt.

"It wasn't just him, the whole council wanted to make this as special as we could. Took the school board a lot of convincing, though." He explains, opening his door and stepping out. He walks over to your side, opening the door and holding his hand out for you. You take it, stepping out gingerly before linking his arm.

Approaching the entrance, a member of the yearbook club waves you over, calling for a picture of the vice president and his date, you glance up at Hao, and he's beaming at the idea. You pose together for a couple of pictures, his hands resting around your waist or on the small of your back, before stepping inside for what you can only describe as the best night of your life.

~~~

Throughout the night, both your groups merged, dancing and enjoying each other's company, but Hao never strays from your side. You catch him stealing glances at you, and you hope your blushing face isn't too evident before you have to go up on stage.

Hanbin places a hand on your arm, accompanied by Keita, Kamden, and Jay.

"You ready? Hao and I have got to go introduce you in a minute." He says softly, looking like he's genuinely nervous for you. You and your band had had a discussion with him about tonight, you expressing that you really didn't think it was a good idea due to you never performing in front of so many people before. You swallow hard, and nod at him slightly. He smiles and grabs Hao, who up until this point never had his hand off of you, and you find yourself instantly missing his touch as he gets pulled through the crowd.

Jay side hugs you at the shoulder, his excitement palpable. "We're going to do great! Just like we rehearsed, yeah?" he reassures you, and you can't help but laugh at his infectious energy. Keita appears calm as ever, while Kamden shares your nervousness. Placing your hands together, you cheer each other on, mentally preparing for the moment.

"Hello, Planet High! I'm your Student Council President, Sung Hanbin!" you glance over at the front stage, where Hanbin and Hao stand behind two standing microphones, looking like radiant beings under the stage lights.

"And I'm your VP, Zhang Hao!" Hao continues. They both wave out to the room, being met with cheers and applause.

"We hope you're having a wonderful time! The student council and I worked tirelessly to make this event special for you, so make sure to enjoy it to the fullest!" Hanbin announces, gesturing towards your group, where Matthew and a few others wave up at them, their faces filled with joy.

"We have a special performance for you tonight," Hao declares, as Gunwook excitedly shakes your shoulders from behind, nearly throwing you off balance. You laugh and playfully push him away, teasing him about his enthusiastic nature.

"So, if we can ask Terazono Keita, Na Kamden, Jay Chang, and Y/N, better known as Overdose, to come up on stage!" Hao steps back from the microphone and joins the crowd in clapping.

The four of you hold hands as you make your way through the crowd in a line, ascending the stairs to the stage. Taking your positions between the two student council members, with Jay on your left and Keita on your right, two additional microphones are added to the stage. Hanbin and Hao exit the stage, joining the rest of your large group. You catch a glimpse of Gunwook shaking Hao's shoulders just as he did to you moments ago, which brings a smile to your face.

"So, hey everyone! We're Overdose!" Jay begins, provoking cheers and applause. "We have a special song for you tonight that we worked on with a very close friend of ours, Hui!" The crowd erupts in cheers, reminding you of Hui's popularity throughout the school. You make a mental note to express your gratitude to him later.

"Make sure you get up and dance to this one, okay? It's called 'Sha La La'!" Jay announces, nodding to the DJ to start the music. Feeling like the crowd can hear your racing heart through the microphone, you quickly scan the audience but keep your eyes fixed on your group of friends throughout the performance.

SHA LA LA - Pentagon

As your song concludes, the crowd explodes into cheers. Looking over at your friends, you see Gunwook practically jumping over everyone, cheering wildly for the four of you. You stifle a laugh and wave back, receiving enthusiastic thumbs-ups and cheers in return. Calls for an encore start to echo through the venue, leaving you wide-eyed as you turn to Keita beside you. He shrugs, exchanging bewildered looks with Jay. Jay then nods at Kamden, who heads down to the DJ at the side of the stage, retrieving something from his pocket.

"Alright! Thank you all so much. We're thrilled that you enjoyed that one! We don't have many published songs just yet, BUT perhaps you've heard of this one, made by myself and Y/N! This is 'Over Me'!" Kamden rushes back to the stage, taking his place, and you swiftly adjust to the unexpected turn of events.

Just as in rehearsals, you co-created this song! You've got this!

Over Me - Overdose

As you conclude your second song, once again, the crowd erupts into cheers, and you can feel tears welling up. You fan your face slightly, trying to cool down and prevent your eyes from getting teary.

"Okay! Thank you all for listening. We hope you have a fantastic rest of the night!" Jay calls out, and you all shout into the microphones, "We're Overdose! Thank you!" Exiting the stage, the sound of the cheering crowd lingers in your ears.

~~~

The rest of the night was filled with laughter, dancing, singing and heartfelt moments between yourself and your friends. Many students had come up to you and your band complimenting you about your performance, and you could feel yourself hiding behind your members, slowly getting overwhelmed with all the attention. Hao returns to your side, slipping an arm around your waist and offering you a comforting smile. Your cheeks instantly heat up again, and you almost feel yourself leaning into him for support, both physically and emotionally.

"You're doing great," he says against your ear, trying to make sure you can hear him over the music. His face being so close to yours makes you scream in your mind, and you nod and look down at the ground, shuffling your feet. You feel his hand on your chin as he tilts your head up to look at him. His face looks like a mix of worry and reassurance, and you avert your eyes before you forget how to breathe.

"Look at me, Y/N~" he singsongs, making you smile as you meet his eyes.

"If you feel like you need to leave, you'll tell me, okay?" He says seriously, to which you nod, and he lets your head go, still remaining at your side.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU KISS THEM YOU IDIOT!" You hear Ricky shout over the music, who was a little bit away from you both. Hao's eyes go wide and he looks back down at you. You let out a laugh before looking back up at him.

"I... can i?" he asks, turning to face you fully. Your heart flutters.

Oh my god, okay, it's happening.

"Yeah, yes, yes you can." You respond, and as if time slowed down so a second takes a minute, Hao's lips land on yours. This causes those of your friends who are still around you to cheer and jump over you both, and you hear a lot of "Finally!"'s and "Thank GOD"'s.

~~~

The night was coming to a close, and all the slow dance songs had started to play. Hao had dragged you onto the dance floor, resting his hands around your waist, and your hands around his neck.

"You really were incredible tonight," Hao says in a low tone, moving a hair out of your eyes. You smile and look down before returning back to him.

"Thank you, Haohao," you say, adopting the nickname his friends gave him. He blushes and chuckles softly. "It's a pretty good first date, huh?" You look around the room.

It really did feel perfect. The setting, the outfits, the event, everything felt magical.

"So, where do you want to go for the second?" He asks you, his eyes never leaving you.

"Oh? There's going to be a second?" You tease, cocking your head to one side. He rolls his eyes and pecks you on the lips.

"Y/N, would you do me the honour of being with me so I can take you on a million dates?" He exaggerates, taking your hand in his and kissing it dramatically. You stifle a laugh, as does he.

"Yes Hao, I would love to."

And at least you now can graduate without needing to ask 'what if?'

[keelt9]

Cap. 3

Part 1

Masterlist

Caro and __ are waiting in the same tree as always, eating and talking about the imminent wedding of her mother and the things that changed and the one who will still be doing it.

“Wiser decision.” Before her mother gets married, she will move with her sister to her apartment at least until she graduates, after that she will move with Enrique where she will remain working.

“Actually it’s my only option, Esteban in a couple of months will have a crowded house.” __ take a deep breath, if someone told her three years ago, she will be living with her sister, only with her sister, she will tell them they were crazy.

Caro knows __ , she recognizes that gesture in her face; the open eyes, shoulders down and twitching fingers. She is sad, really sad, but the most important; she’s angry; and the worst thing, it seems she isn't’ the only one who didn’t know why, also her siblings find it hard to know the reason.

“__…” Caro 's words stuck for her cell phone ringing. “What does this girl want?” The fact that the tightened teeths and rolled eyes were enough to put a smile on __'s face. 

“Yeah…I get it… Mar you are a constant pain.” Were the last words before Caro ended the call.

“Well, it seems we have to get inside, Mar needs her computer and she left it in the car, and no, she said you better not stay here, outside alone.”

Orders are orders, and with a stressful Mar, no one wants to mess up.

“I can wait here.” __ says to Caro standing outside in front of the big storage doors. “I’m inside of the perimeter, you say that to her.” Caro smiles and gets inside.

After three weeks here, it is definitely colder than the first day, making her put her hands together and blow to try to warm. 

“Gloves are a better option.” She recognizes the voice and turns around. She knows it’s a movie but what the hell, all of them look like they were starving until death, and makes her a little unforgettable to sustain her eyes on him, so she quickly turns her sight back to the sky.

“Oh, right, I never thought about it.” She could help it, sarcasm seems a hereditary thing. “Still, it seems that I’m warmer than you.” 

Enzo found it kind of endearing the fact she didn’t even look at him. “How could you know it? You didn’t even look at me.” That caused __ giggles, clear her throat and look at him.

“Yep, I’m definitely warmer.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “You should go inside, I think you will freeze at any minute.” She pointed from his head to his toes. “Literally a stalactite.” Both of them laugh, Enzo takes the courage to give the first step.

“I’m Enzo.” He extends his hand, __ smiles and shakes it. 

“__” It’s so clear the difference in temperature. He's cold and skinny, literally she feels is grabbing a piece of ice, and she’s warmer, he feels is touching the sunlight. 

“Nice to finally know your name.” __ take account the time she has been here and cross their paths but never mention her name. 

“OMG MAR! That is the kind of thing you mention right away!” Caro is at the end of her patient;  __takes her hand and puts it back to her pockets. 

Just a second later, because Mar has been unable to take her eyes from the scene since she noticed walking to the door, the giggle and the seconds __ maintaining her hand in Enzo’s.

<Omg, I’m crazy>, Mar thought and cursed Matias for placing that scenery in her head.

“Sorry, I don't remember which one was!” Caro takes a deep breath and says hi to Enzo. “Let’s go __, one more day, one more day, and will be free.” 

“Said the girl who left her bestfriend for her boyfriend.” Mar ads scrunching her nose and smiling at Caro. She didn't even have to beg __ for please pick Mar for the last time tomorrow night, Alonso invited her to dinner and pre celebrate Christmas. 

“She does it because she loves to see her best friend happy, right?” Caro hugs __ by her neck making her nod but pushing away at the same time. 

“All right, all right, let’s stop from making a scene in front of Enzo.” Mar said before pushing them to start walking, __ unable to get rid of Caro’s hug. “Goodnight Enzo, see you tomorrow.” Mar walks behind the girls laughing, as Enzo says goodbye.

“Let’s go, last shot of the day!” Enzo was watching so carefully the scene, he didn’t even hear or see Agustin walking to him pushing him inside to start to shoot. 

Enzo’s last scenes are scheduled to end the first week after the short period of vacation, even with the tiring year over them, they feel excited for just 24 hrs split apart from a well deserved rest. They go inside to the storage where everything is already set for the last recording of the day, Enzo set in his place to start recording.

“He seems more excited than a few moments ago.” Matias mentions to Agustin at the end of the day, as they walk to remove all the makeup and clothes.

“I think he was having fun with Mar and her sister.” Matias stops in a blink. 

<What?> 

“There was also another girl, with a strong gaze, black hair and probably what I consider, a contagious smile?”

Agustin was removing the clothes but he kept answering his questions. “It could be. I don’t know, I just saw Mar’s sister grabbing her by the neck and walking away.” That was enough for Matias to clap and smile, getting a forrown expression from Agustin.

“I’m excited for the end of the day, that’s all.” No one will believe that.

“Yeah, sure.” 

“JUST PICK A COLOR!” Vale keeps pressing __ to pick the color of her dress for the ceremony, even the same amount of time she asks her, __ replies with the same answer. 

“I don’t mind, you choose the color.” This time __ couldn’t leave her with a red face and fist tight, this time she had to continue with the phone call, a stupid promise she made to Enrique.

“__…” She could hear Vale taking a deep breath. “Ok, I’ll reduce it, salmon or pine nut.” Caro found it hard to contain the laugh, she was hearing all the mess for the very first second of the call.

“Valentina, they are pink, for christ sake, just pick one of those two! I don’t mind if you put me in a yellow dress.” The fact __ is losing her mind too just made all this situation funnier. 

The discussion gets to the point __ screams the salmon color, and hears the relieved sounds of Valentina.

“Jesus! Have a good night, Esteban will call you tomorrow.” By this point of the night __ has her head covered by a pillow. “Love you.” By the end of the call, Caro is covering her mouth to spot the laughing. 

“Listen I know you are tired of picking colors but, which one looks better on me?” __ breath in before sitting and watch the quandary about the skirts of her friend.

A couple of hours later, Alonso was introduced to __ before he and Caro left for their date, of course, not before __ gave him a little warning about breaking her best friend's heart, and facing that glacier stare in __’s eyes didn't leave space for a small joke.

“Okay, before he has a heart attack, we’re leaving.” Caro intertwined her hand with Alonso; Dr. Mendieta seems to have a sensor because at that moment he appears in the stairs. 

“Bring her home safely, ok?” Alonso was cut for Caro giving a kiss on her father's cheek and opening the door searching for a safe spot for him.

Dr. Mendienta sat in the living room with __, and rubbed his eyes. “I must ask for your parents' tips about this, right?” __ couldn’t contain the giggle and close his eyes just like him.

“Yeah, they have experience in that.” Dr. Mendieta laughs while __ remember the time Esteban announced his engagement and the multiple times they observe Vale go on numerous dates with a smile on her face.

“I bet they will understand me when you begin to look like her; all red faces, sparkling eyes combine with heart shaped eyes.” That causes a chill in her body forcing to stand and go and search her things to go pick Mar. 

“Don’t wish me so bad luck.” She smiles in an apologizing way before leaving the house.

Mrs. Mendienta stays hearing the conversation from the kitchen sitting with her husband just after __ leave the house, with a reproval face.

“What?!” Dr. Mendieta raises his arms in a surrender way.

“Years, we met __ since she was 6 and still you don’t know anything.” She grabs the control T.V. “She is not the girl who spent her days or minutes drawing hearts in the corner of the notebooks.”

Dr. Mendieta rolls his eyes, he knows that but he also sees some kind of resemblance of that behavior of her in his past younger days.. 

Getting two steps ahead of Mar. __ got inside of the parking lot of the storage after she arrived, just like the last time, earphones and her tablet in hand, she found the perfect spot for her to sit and work but this time to cover for the strong cold of the night, she found a little bench set between two big trees. When she sat down, took a photo of her with a huge coat, a beanie with the logo of her collage and her favorite scarf.

<Warm and safe, don’t worry> Was the message along the photo with the emoji kiss.

Mar replies with a kiss back, smiling when she sees the picture.

“They are here?” Mar jumps in her chair, almost drooping her cellphone. Matias appears out of nowhere with a mischievous face.

“Fuck! Matias, you will give me a heart attack one day.” She put her hand at the level of her heart. “Who are they?” She was trying to play the fool so, she focused again on the computer in front of her but he won’t give up so easily.

“Mar…” She smiles but shakes her head. “Listen, after our small talk I start to see crazy things ok? So, I’ll be honest and direct.” 

Mar removes her headphones and faces him.

“Matias, __ just came for Christmas holidays, she will be leaving in two weeks tops, she doesn’t come frequently and I doubt she will come back in a long time, ok? So, let’s not torment two souls for your excited imagination.” He doesn't answer not because he just resigned to the idea just because he is thinking in a way to win time.

Mar moves slowly if like a faster move will turn the flashlight in his brain.

45 minutes passed since __ sent the picture until her cell phone rang one more time. <Moises> along with the emoji of a mushroom.

She picked up the call with a soft smile on her face. Moises is another of her best friends, they met when they were 10 years old, it was the intercollegiate of volleyball, and her school was headquarters. In that time Moises faced the team in where a boy who caught the attention of __, was playing after win in a flattening victory; he gave her the advice at least put her eyes in someone who can throw a ball across the room, not to the head of his teammates; that rude sincerely likes __, by the end of the week and the finish of the intercollegiate, __ found a new friend with the time became a important pillar in her life.

“What coincidence of life? We almost have the same schedule!” She hears the gasping voice, an indication of his late night runs. Even though they didn’t study the same engineer, the last subject was the same. “When did you take project I+D? I mean, I thought we had 2 subjects left.” 

__ laugh if he attended the class last semester, he would know, she already passed that subject. “Going to classes helps to approve the subjects, you know?” 

Moises starts to get slow and stops his clock; in Mexico even if it is winter the colder temperature begins in January; so, still the weather is nice for a late night running, but the cold air starts to cause some troubles in his breathing.

“How are you?” __ take a small breath before answering, not removing her eyes from the screen of her tablet, but her finger floating above it. 

“Earth calling __” She blinks, __ didn’t even realize she stopped asking herself that question since she came here, with all the thrilling emotions of being with Caro, the distance of her problems at home and from her family, seems enough to hide that question.

“Am…fine? I guess, I mean…” Moises could picture her lending her head to the left with her furrowed eyebrows.

“You don’t have to answer just to say something.” He sat on a bench near the entrance of the park where he used to run. “I’m asking because come on! Seeing a message from you it’s like a miracle.” With that he gets a scoff from her followed by a giggle.

“You don’t ask but I will tell you…” 

For 15 minutes he told about how his mother has drag him from side to side of the town buying and carried things for the Christmas dinner, this year his house it’s the place for all his family reunited, __ enjoy hear him, even she stops from working and just draw things in a new field in white.

“OH! Your strudel is from another world!” Moises is well known to his family and friends for his gift and making the most delicious dessert anyone ever tastes. 

“Promise, no, no, swear me you will make me one, when I am back!” __ point to her cellphone like if he is able to see the determination in her face.

[chinzhilla]

get to know me 🌻

thank for the tag vish @morkofday!! 🩷 these were fun questions

do you make your bed? usually, but often not until a few hours after i wake up cause the dog is still snoozing under the covers

what's your favorite number? i really don't think i have one. maybe 7, although i feel like that's cliche

what is your job? i'm a legal assistant

If you could go back to school would you? if i could attend lessons without having to take out another loan or stress about work i have no interest in, then yes absolutely. but i have no desire to go back to school in the traditional sense

can you parallel park? sigh. no not really and it's a problem. it's the one aspect of driving that i really struggle with

a job you had that would surprise people? my first job was as a hostess for one of the most historic and high-end restaurants in my city. it had been closed for years and reopened the summer after i graduated high school. my friend's mom had connections and basically got us jobs there. i couldn't wait tables though cause i was only 17 and thus couldn't serve alcohol

do you think aliens are real? definitely, just not necessarily humanoid ones

can you drive a manual car? i learned on a manual but haven't driven one in like ten years so idk

what's your guilty pleasure? i don't believe in feeling guilty about pleasure so i will say a pleasure that i often regret for physiological reasons: dairy

tattoos? i have an ouroboros in the center of my upper back. desperate for more but. money :(

favorite color? blush pink or maroon

favorite type of music? i've been on a kpop (and pop in general) kick since december, but that's kind of a new thing for me (life has been stressful the last few months and i think i like that the music is largely upbeat and i don't have to worry about the lyrics hitting too hard lol). historically alt/indie rock has been my go-to genre. generally i prefer stuff that's high-energy, not so much the slow, contemplative stuff

do you like puzzles? not sure if this means jigsaw puzzles specifically, in which case not really. i love word puzzles and brainteasers though

any phobias? spiders :(

favorite childhood sport? i did not do sports as a child lol but i was in kung fu classes for like 8 years

do you talk to yourself? allllll the time. ALL the time

what movie(s) do you adore? the lotr trilogy, the princess bride, arrival, the blair witch project, pan's labyrinth, mamma mia, and the parent trap (lindsay lohan version) to name a few

coffee or tea? coffee, although i do love tea

first thing you wanted to be growing up: a singer i think

tagging: @withingerly @markpakin @supanuts @nick-nellson @firstkanaphans @aylinaliens @khaopybara @pharawee - if y'all wanna, no pressure ✨

[that-sokovian-bastard]

Crazy Rich Gothamite (2/2) - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Words: 2081 Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader Warnings: Swearing Summary: There's a lot that's going to change in Bruce's life. It's a good thing he has you. Author's Note: Purely stupid fluff and I love it. There is no Batman stuff in this, just a mention or two. It's a fun little au, it's crazy to think about how different Bruce could turn out if he grew up differently.

*not based on PatBat, just used that gif lol*

Part One

Bruce / Full Masterlist

—

"So?" You started when you picked up Bruce's phone call.

You could hear the wind on the street as he walked around, but it wasn't so bad that it was hard to hear him. "Well," He sighed. "I have officially quit my job."

"And? How'd it go?" You egged on.

"She was shocked. I told her I didn't want to quit, but I was going to work at the family business." Technically, it's not a lie. "But she really wasn't expecting it. I'll work out my two weeks and then fully start at Wayne Enterprises."

You laughed a little. "You didn't tell her who you really are?"

There was a little sigh from Bruce when you asked. "Well, no. I wanted to, but we can't risk this getting out before we're ready for it. She'll find out eventually."

"Seth is going to be so heartbroken that his work boyfriend is leaving him," You said. "Am I even allowed to go to that Starbucks anymore?"

You swear you could hear Bruce's eye roll on the other side of the phone. "I already texted Seth. He said I'm not allowed to break up with him, so he's breaking up with me," Bruce said. "And yes, you can still go there."

"Great!" You said. "But seriously, I'm proud of you. Now what?"

Bruce wasn't exactly sure, honestly. Sure, he had two weeks left of work at Starbucks and a few months left at school, but learning everything that goes into running Wayne Enterprises? He's not even stepped foot in the building in ten years, and now he's supposed to be CEO?

"How about a celebratory dinner?" He offered.

"I think that sounds perfect."

Bruce smiled. "And you know what, this one is definitely on me!"

You laughed into the phone, rolling your eyes slightly even if he couldn't see you. "It better be."

Bruce shook his head as he arrived at his car. "I'll pick you up later." Bruce smiled as he ended the phone call, surprisingly optimistic throughout this whole thing. Maybe it was because he finally told you everything and had you by his side. Now, he had to get serious and drive to Wayne Enterprises. Which he was not very excited for, but he knew he had to do it.

At least it meant he wouldn't struggle to pay rent this month like he expected.

—

Bruce waited in his car for you to get out of work. He had dropped you off on his way to work, so it worked out that he could pick you up. As he waited, he looked through his new checklist of things he needed to do soon.

__ Change name back ☹ __ Talk to student services center to see if the name change is an issue X Go to bank with Alfred to get access to the account __ Send Seth an apology chocolate basket for a laugh __ Figure out how to arrange a press conference? To announce this? __ Have Lucius arrange a press conference to announce this __ Have Lucius teach me how to do that __ Write a speech???

He was sure there was more to add to the list, but those were the ones he could think of off the top of his head. Sure, some of them weren't as important, but he needed those to break up the crazy seriousness of learning all there is to do at Wayne Enterprises. How was he going to balance the job and being Batman?

That was a problem to figure out later because just as the question occurred to him, the passenger door opened, and you threw your work bag inside. "Hey," You smiled once you sat down and shut the door.

"Hey, how was work?" He asked, shoving his list back into his coat pocket.

You shrugged. "Oh, fine. I can't wait until I graduate and can get a better job," You said. "How was yours?"

"It's going to be a lot of work."

With a slight chuckle, you buckled in. "I would be worried if it wasn't. But I know you're going to learn a lot and do great."

Bruce shook his head. "I was told today I needed to arrange a press conference so we can announce my coming to the company. I had to ask Lucius to do it because I don't know how," He groaned. "I had no idea where to even start."

"I don't think anyone expects you to, Bruce. You made your choice to grow up as not Bruce Wayne, so why would you know how to do that? Even if you did grow up as future CEO, would you know how to do that?" You asked, and he only shrugged in response. "Probably not. But that's why you're going to learn, right?"

He sighed. "Right," Bruce said.

"Besides, it's barely even your first day. Plus, you're starting months earlier than originally planned," You pointed out.

Bruce nodded. "At least I get to work at Starbucks tomorrow."

"That'll be nice. Two more weeks of goodbyes!" You smirked. "And two more weeks of kissing your favorite customer until I won't be your customer anymore."

"Seth was certain that I wasn't quitting but instead getting fired for fraternizing with the customers," He joked. "I just think he doesn't want to accept that I'm quitting."

You rolled your eyes. "You boys are so stupid," You said. "Now, where are we going to dinner?"

"Wherever you want. I got access to the Wayne account today," Bruce smiled wide. "What do you want to eat?"

Shrugging, you weren't exactly sure. "Probably something not too crazy. We still have a lot of stuff to do tonight, so no five-course dinners."

"McDonald's it is, then," Bruce joked and drove off, heading to one of the diners you two frequent often. But this time, and for many times to come, he would be paying.

It was always nice to have a chill, relaxing dinner together, where you could talk about anything and just de-stress. Bruce was telling you about everything he talked about at Wayne Enterprises today, and how not excited he is for some of it. He listened to you complain about one of your classes while he got to complain about one of his. Bruce realized as he listened to you talk that maybe there wasn't going to be much to worry about; at least he's got you by his side.

—

Even though Bruce's last day at Starbucks was a week ago, you were still going most days. It was a routine; you couldn't very well change it just because your boyfriend had to quit.

You found it funny that Bruce couldn't tell his team the real reason why he had to quit, but you knew soon enough that they'd find out. "Hey, your usual?" Seth greeted you when you got to the front of the line.

"Yes, please!" You smiled. "How's this morning going?"

"As busy as always. Hey, make sure to tell Bruce that even though he quit, he can stop in and get a coffee every so often," Seth said. He was just a little upset Bruce hadn't been to visit in the week he's been gone.

You laughed and handed Seth your card. "He's been a bit busy; I'm sure he'll be in soon," You said.

After Seth swiped your card, he looked back up at you to crack a joking smile, but it faded quickly as he saw the TV behind you. "Everything okay, Seth?" You asked.

"Uh," He hesitated, then pointed at the TV with your card still in his hand. "Is that Bruce?"

Your head shot around to look at the TV, seeing it flash with BREAKING NEWS and a picture of Bruce. The sound wasn't on, so you had to stick to the captions and headlines rolling across the screen.

WAYNE ENTERPRISES HEIR RESURFACES AFTER A DECADE!

Where has he been?

Why is he emerging now?

Welcome back, Bruce Wayne!

"Oh, my god," You said, barely audible. The TV played footage that showed Bruce being swarmed with reporters as he tried to enter Wayne Enterprises downtown. He didn't say anything, kept his face covered with his coat, and pushed through as much as he could without hurting anyone. You knew he could get through that crowd easily if he wanted to, but there was so much going on...

Once he got closer to the door, it opened, and two large men came out to assist him inside. They were able to get him some space to walk, and the doors slammed shut once he was safely inside. How the hell did anyone figure all this out?

You snapped out of the TV when you heard Seth say your name a few times in a row. You turned back around and saw that he looked confused. "What's going on? Wayne heir? I thought his last name was Pennyworth."

"I-" You weren't even sure what to say. "I have to call Bruce," You decided and took your card and receipt from Seth. "Thanks, talk later!" You said and got out of line to go wait for your drink before he could ask you anything else.

While waiting for your drink, you pulled out your phone and called Bruce. You thought it was going to go to voicemail because it rang so many times, but on the last ring, he answered. "Did you see a TV report?" Bruce said, not even saying hi.

"Just did at Starbucks. So did Seth. What happened?" You asked.

"Not sure. I haven't even got my name changed yet! I was going to go this afternoon after I got the paperwork filled out," Bruce groaned. "I thought I'd at least have a few more weeks before people figured it out."

You sighed. "Do you think someone blabbed?"

"It's possible, but we'll never know. Well, actually..."

"No," You whispered into the phone. "Batman is not going to interrogate everyone who works at Wayne Enterprises." Thankfully, the Starbucks is loud, so no one would have heard you anyway.

Bruce chuckled. "It was just a thought."

"It was a stupid thought," You said. "What's your plan?" They called your name for your drink, which you quickly grabbed and sat at a table in the corner.

"I have a plan for everything. Anything that could ever happen. But this?" Bruce paused. "I have no idea. This was not part of my plan. In my plan, I still had months to prepare! I don't know the first thing about what I'm doing," He said. You let him talk through it because you assumed he hadn't really gotten the chance to freak out yet. You assume he was pulled into a meeting as soon as he entered the building to talk about everything and the next steps to take. But he probably never got a chance to even process what was going on. And your assumptions were right, because he was freaking out to you over the phone, almost forgetting to breathe.

Bruce took a deep breath to catch up on the breaths he had already missed. "Hell, I can run around on the tops of buildings and fight criminals on every corner of Gotham. I'm fine with that," He said, which also clarified to you that he was alone. "This, however, is an entirely different ball game, and I am terrified to do this on my own."

"Well, it looks like you're in luck, then," You said, and paused for Bruce to process it.

"What?"

"You're not doing this on your own," You reminded him. "You've got me, right there with you. And you're going to get through this, even if it wasn't in your plan."

Bruce let your statement hang in the air for a moment. "You know that being involved with me is also going to cause people to become interested in you, I'm sure."

"Then we'll do that together, too," You confirmed. "So here's my plan: you take some deep breaths, drink some water, and finish out the day. Then, once you're off work, you come to my apartment, we eat some great takeout and watch a horrible movie. Does that sound okay with you, Mr. Pennyworth?" You smiled into the phone, which you're sure Bruce could hear.

Bruce also smiled, knowing that you're one of the few people who will continue to call him that. He nodded, even though you couldn't see him, and replied, "That sounds like the perfect plan."

[shieldofiron]

Hey dude your writing inspires me a lot so I was wondering if I could request a tigerfreak hurt/comfort?

Of course you could! Always dare for hurt/comfort!

Jason’s pretty sure they have to break up.

Not that they’re dating.

Only Munson keeps hinting about it, high on his own supply and the idea that he (probably, actually, really) will graduate this year. He’s been talking about a road trip with his band while Jason hastily dresses after they fuck, or in between puffs in the back of the Jeep, unwrapping chocolate bars and kissing Jason with candy and weed on his breath. About how he’s tired of people asking him if he’s going places. He wants to go places. Deserves to.

And he deserves better than Jason, though this he doesn’t say in so many words. But Jason gets the hint. Kind of wants to snap at Munson to just do it already.

But why would Munson do it when he already has a sure thing, an easy fuck practically every night. Certainly that’s why Jason keeps crawling in the window of the trailer long after Mr Munson gave him a key and told him to stop almost breaking the damn window.

Jason sticks with what he knows. He knows he comes over too often, so the window makes it feel spontaneous. Not like he lies awake in bed when they’re apart, wishing he was curled up in Munson’s arms in his too-small bed. Not like he can’t watch Thundercats anymore without Eddie. Not like he’s not sure if he’s strong enough to break it off like Eddie so clearly wishes Jason would.

He's going to be stuck in this same town with what he knows, while Munson drives off to something better, and Jason's known that from the start.

It’s what every couple in town is going through, deciding whether to break up before college or stay together.

Not that they’re a couple.

Things just get mixed up in Jason’s head sometimes. Sometimes when Eddie says to stay it sounds like go. Sometimes when Jason wants to keep going it comes out as frustrated tears. And when he wants to tell Eddie he loves him, that he wishes Eddie would never go anywhere he can’t follow it comes out like…

“That’s the last time,” Jason says roughly, swiping tears on the back of his hand.

“What?”

“Graduation is tomorrow,” Jason hates how tight his voice is, hates how close he is to tears so he forces it out angry and pressured. “So that was the last time.”

“But…” Eddie sputters.

“Come on, don’t make this harder than it has to be,” Jason slips the trailer window open and starts to put one foot through. “Oh. Wait.”

Eddie hasn’t moved from the bed, sheets still tangled around his waist. And Jason can’t believe this is the last time he’ll see him this way. Maybe in a few years the memory will soften and seem sweet. But right now it’s razor sharp, like a blade in a bar of chocolate.

Jason digs the key out of his pocket and leaves it on Munson's dresser. He almost wants to yank his 'Hawkins High Honor Student' keychain off of it, it makes him cringe in the worst way. But he doesn't want to stay here any longer, there's no way he can stand to be here any longer.

He slips out the window, not bothering to look back, and walks down to the end of the trailer park, rounding the corner and heading to where his car is hidden.

And he feels fine, just fine. He swipes his face on the back of his hand and unlocks the Jeep, crawls inside, slams his hands on the wheel until they hurt, closes the door and screams because he feels fine. He feels just fine.

It's not raining, but there's a hint of it in the air, petrichor and car exhaust and Jason's exhaustion.

And then there's a knock at the window.

"I'm moving the car, I swear, just hold your horses Mr. Roberts, I-" Jason scowls, wiping what definitely isn't tears on the back of his hand.

"Jay," It's Eddie, hastily dressed in jeans and one of Mr. Munson's flannels. "Let me in."

"I'm going, I just," Jason sucks in a breath.

"Let me in, angel," Eddie knocks again. "Come on. You would never leave me like that."

"Fuck you, what does that mean?"

"It means you would never leave all calm and cool like that," Eddie shook his head.

"Fuck you."

Eddie actually smiles, and it's like tasting Easter chocolate after a long empty lent. Jason wishes he wasn't so weak. Jason wishes he wasn't so in love with this boy it hurt.

Jason's arm aches, actually hurts, as he rolls down the window, "I don't have anything of yours in my car. I can look and send it-"

Eddie cups Jason's jaw, swipes his thumb across Jason's cheeks, "What happened?"

It takes Jason a beat, but then he scowls, "I told you, that was just the last time."

"Are you tired of me?" Eddie asks.

"No," The word really is too easy to say. "That's just... it's just the last time."

"Why?"

"B-because," Jason jerks his head back, "It just is, okay? Fuck, you've been talking about leaving for weeks. What do you want me to write it in the sky? I fucking understand it...."

"I was... I wanted you to come with me," Eddie blinks, "Did I not ask you?"

"What?" Jason croaks.

"I-"

Eddie's cut off when the sky opens up, pouring rain down on him, and through the open window. They both yelp, and Eddie yanks at the back door until Jason lets him in, rolling the window up and scrambling. As soon as Eddie's inside the car, he pulls at Jason's arm until he joins Eddie in the backseat. He's too shocked to do anything else, frozen by Eddie's admission.

"I wanted you to come with me," Eddie practically has to yell to be heard over the storm, "Before you leave for college. I swear to God, I... I wasn't trying to rush you. I want all the time with you that I can get."

Jason's just frozen, blinking with lashes wet from rain and tears.

"I fucking love you," Eddie yells, "Please, don't do this right now. We still have time before you have to leave me. Just..."

Jason scrambles into Eddie's lap, pressing kisses to his throat, wanting to stop the sweet words even as he can't bear not to hear them.

"I thought you wanted me to break it off. I don't want to leave you, not now, not for college," Jason shouts, "You kept talking about the trip, over and over-"

"I was trying to ask you. Clearly I failed," But Eddie didn't sound too upset when he pulled Jason close.

"I love you," Jason yells, "I love you too."

"I know," Eddie yells right back, "I fucking love you and I know."

They're both grinning, happiness that can't even be dimmed by Mr. Roberts knocking on the window and telling them not to yell all fucking night.

[flashlight-smallknife]

Not finishing the last two things on tonight’s to-do list and also going to bed satisfied with the day’s accomplishments because I’m tired and also leaving overworking myself for the sake of marveling at my own productivity in 2023 where it belongs.

Fuck it. After spending all day dealing with car maintenance I did a load of laundry, cleaned and organized the bathroom, organized the dresser, unpacked like 70% of the way from Christmas, made a Spotify playlist, and emailed the dean of the graduate school about re-enrolling. Also my Prius has a new battery and wipers. This is plenty for today and the rest can wait until tomorrow after work.

I’m a little nervous bc I’m changing my work schedule starting tomorrow to be 8:30-5 instead of 9-5:30. Getting there at 9 is always hard as is but it’s definitely for the best bc it gives me an extra half hour in the evenings to do grad school things and also means I don’t have to leave early to get to 8 PM shows in Charlotte/Greensboro/Winston.

Also!! Speaking of!! My first show of 2024 will be this upcoming Friday!! I’m headed back down to Charlotte to this incredible divey DIY venue that’s supposedly been around since the late 60s to see a local emo band called blankstate again!! They were the headliner there when I went in November to see a shoegazey indie band called blood root that I absolutely adore and started listening to when they opened for heart attack man in early 2022. It was a tiny lil show with maybe like 30 ppl but blankstate was coming at us with sold-out crowd energy and I had a great time so I figured it was worth coming back. Also I ordered loop earplugs finally and they will be here tomorrow bc we are also leaving gradual hearing loss in 2023.

Anyway this has been a tru diary post thank u for coming to my Ted talk

[munson-blurbs]

since u asked for angst reqs, can i pls request a fic based on this song lyrics? It’s ‘I don’t want to wait’ by Paula Cole.

I don't want to to wait for our lives to be over

I want to know right now what will it be

I don't want to wait for our lives to be over

Will it be yes or will it be sorry?

no pressure at all, if you don’t feel like writing it, that’s completely fine. I love ur writing btw!! And i hope you have a good day/night 🫶🏻

OMG my first request! Thank you! I had so much fun with this!

Warnings: smut (18+ only), angst, fluff, language, PTSD, alcoholism, pregnancy, Eddie in the military, Eddie is aged up (about 24-25 years old at the start)

WC: 2.9k

“I am so, so proud of you.”

You glance up at your boyfriend, clad in his army uniform. The camouflage print is a stark contrast from the frayed concert tees and ripped skinny jeans he wore when you met him in high school. He’s grown now, more confident; the military training has given him the structure and discipline he so badly needed growing up.

He’s had to cut his long curly locks, much to your dismay. You’ve loved running your fingers through his hair, clumsily braiding it while you curled up and watched movies on the sofa.

“It’ll grow back, love,” he’d murmured into your lips.

Now he was being deployed for the next six months. Six long months without his bear hugs, without the kisses pressed to the back of your neck to gently wake you in the morning, without him singing and playing air guitar while he cooked dinner.

You were shocked when Eddie first talked about joining the military. So shocked that you laughed, thinking it was a joke, but he was dead serious.

“Baby, I graduated high school by the skin of my teeth on the third try,” he’d reminded you. He’d put his hand on your trembling knee. “I love you. I want to build a future with you. And this is how I can do it.”

“I’m going to be a certified teacher soon,” you said. “I’ll get a full-time job, with benefits, summers off…”

“I know, I know. But this is…this is something I need to do. And I need your support.”

You’ve reluctantly come around, but basic training went by too fast. Now he was going off to war. It was time to say goodbye.

He pulls you in for a tight hug. “Hold on to it; it’s gotta last six months,” he whispers. He’s crying, you’re crying, and even though you’re surrounded by other sobbing families, you feel like you’re the only two people in the room.

“I gotta go now, okay?” But it’s not okay. Nothing is okay. You can’t let him know that, so you give a halfhearted smile and squeeze him back, planting a tender kiss on his lips.

The walk back to the car is the longest walk of your life. You throw a Metallica cassette in the player. Metal was definitely more Eddie’s thing than yours, but you need to feel him here, singing along. Tears stream down your face; you probably shouldn’t be driving, but you can’t think about that.

You get back to your apartment; a little one-bedroom that seems way too big now. It’s a Friday; you and Eddie normally order pizza tonight, but you have no appetite. 

You take a deep breath and repeat: “You can do this. You can get through this.”

~

Six months crawls by. It got a little easier; Nancy, Robin, Steve, and the kids (who were no longer kids, really, but they would always be little to you guys) kept you busy. Dustin had even attempted to teach you to play D&D, to no avail. But every movie night, every dinner party, the space where Eddie should be felt suffocating. When he was here, you’d stay out until you could barely keep your eyes open, but now you left as soon as you could.

But he was coming home! You wait impatiently as the soldiers file into the room to reunite with their loved ones. After what felt like an eternity, you see him. His electric grin lights up the room as he runs, bumping into people and not even caring.

“Oh my God, babe,” he breathes into you. “I missed you so fuckin’ much.” He envelops you in a hug, lifting you off the crowd. You wrap your arms around his neck and swear you’ll never let go. 

“I missed you more,” you finally reply. Your world feels complete again.

“Not possible.” He kisses you deeply and you grab his face lovingly. “Catch me up on everything that’s happened while I’ve been gone?”

You walk with his arm slung around you, listening intently as you tell him about life in Hawkins. Steve’s met “the one” about three times, Nancy got promoted to junior editor at the Hawkins Post, Robin’s going to grad school for her MBA.

“And how’s my girl?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“So much better now,” you admit. “I have good news, too.” Eddie raises an eyebrow and you continue. “I got my teaching placement! You’re looking at Hawkins High’s newest English teacher.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkle with pride. “Baby, that’s incredible. You’re gonna kick ass.” He takes your hand and holds it tight, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it. “I’m gonna have to play ‘Hot for Teacher’ every night.”

You swat at his chest playfully and he smiles. “So, tonight,” you start, “everyone wanted to throw you a party, but I wanted you all to myself until tomorrow, if that’s okay.”

“That sounds wonderful. I just need to be with you, beautiful. It’s been way too long.” A shiver runs down your spine as Eddie runs his forefinger down your profile.

~

You’re barely through the door of the apartment when Eddie starts undressing you, lifting your dress over your head and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. There’s no sense in protesting; you’ve missed him too much and you’re busy with the buttons on his uniform. He pulls you into the bedroom and positions you on top of him, straddling his waist. He lets out a whimper as you kiss his jaw, trailing down his neck and his chest as you grind against him. His finger presses against your clit through your panties, rubbing small circles while you wail.

“Mm, Y/N,” he moans. He bucks his hips involuntarily and you let out a sigh. 

“Eddie. Eddie, I-I need you,” you cry out. There’s no time for formal foreplay, and you don’t need it. You slide your underwear down your legs as he palms himself through his boxers.

He throws his head back as he sees you naked in front of him. It reminds me of the first time you two had had sex. Senior year of high school: you’d been dating for three months, and he had just finished an epic D&D campaign, which called for a celebration. He suggested ice cream, but you had something else in mind. 

You’d had ice cream after, though.

“Missed this view,” he says now, rock hard underneath you. He pulls out his cock and slips it in you. It’s like finding a missing piece that completes the puzzle. You could come right then and there.

He takes it slow, letting himself feel you clench around him, feel your slick on him. 

“N-need it faster, Eds,” you mumble, and he nods as he speeds up, and you both finish together.

Sex usually ends with cuddling, but Eddie is all over you today, much moreso than usual. He doesn’t stop kissing you until he falls asleep, and you do the same, passing out on his chest.

You wake up too tired to cook. Besides, cooking would take time away from cuddling with Eddie, so you roll over and say, “I’m ordering pizza. What do you want on it?”

You’re expecting one of his usual answers, extra cheese or pepperoni, but his response shocks you.

“I want you to marry me.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow. “What?” You couldn’t have heard that correctly. He was probably just dreaming, or maybe you were. A pinch to your skin confirms that you are, in fact, very much awake.

“The whole time I was deployed, I couldn’t stop thinking about starting our lives together. And…I don’t want to wait anymore. We can get a ring tomorrow, before we see our friends. And then I want to marry you. At the courthouse. I want to get married as soon as possible.”

A courthouse wedding isn’t something you’d ever really considered, but you also aren’t a fan of big, over-the-top weddings. You realize Eddie is still waiting for an answer.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Eddie!” you respond breathlessly. He takes your face in both his hands and kisses it one hundred times. “Can we…maybe do something a little fancier than the courthouse? Nothing extravagant, but something special with family and friends?”

He nods, smiling from ear to ear. “Whatever you want. As long as I get to be your husband.”

~

The next few weeks should be filled with the normal excitement of wedding planning, but something takes precedence over the bridal magazines and dress fittings. There’s something wrong with Eddie. He has horrible nightmares where he wakes up sweating and hyperventilating, sometimes even crying. You can’t touch him until he comes back to Earth, and sometimes it takes hours. When he wakes you up in the morning, his morning breath is tinged with vodka and his words are slurred.

One day, you get home from work with a pile of papers to grade. As soon as you walk in the door, a cloud of thick gray smoke hits you. A small fire has broken out on the stove where Eddie was trying to cook something, but he’s passed out on the couch with empty beer cans strewn around him. The fire is still small enough to be contained, so you flick off the burner and throw a dish towel over it, screaming Eddie’s name.

“EDDIE! EDDIE, GET UP!” Your voice is a mixture of worry and anger. You twist your engagement ring around your finger, a small diamond on a silver band. You know what you have to say, what you have to do.

“Wha-what?” Eddie wakes with a startle, and he doesn’t even notice the smoke at first. “What the fuck happened?”

“Why don’t you tell me? I walked in and you were about to burn the place down.”

“Shit, Y/N, I must’ve fell asleep.” He can’t make eye contact; you both know that he’s lying.

“No, Eddie. You didn’t fall asleep. You passed out from drinking too much.” You force yourself to look at him, so different than when he first arrived home. “Eds, you…you need help. Help that I can’t give you. You need to talk to a professional about the nightmares and the drinking. You need serious help.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbles. “Can’t a man just be tired?”

You choke back tears. “I love you so much. I want to be your wife more than anything in the world, but–”

“But nothing! Let’s just get married, like I said! C’mon, babe. Just you and me.”

“No. I can’t. Not with you like this,” you take a deep breath, your voice trembling. “Eddie, if you don’t get help, I-I can’t marry you. I can’t be with you. I can support you while you get help, but I can’t fix you. I wish I could. I wish I could take away all your pain, b-but I can’t. Please, please get help.”

“I don’t need help. I’m fine, and if you can’t accept that, then maybe we shouldn’t be together anyway.” 

“I think you should stay with Wayne,” you say, twisting the ring off of your finger. You place it in his hand. “I love you, Eddie Munson.”

“No, you don’t. If you loved me, you wouldn’t be doing this.” He shoves the ring in his pocket and heads into the bedroom. “I’ll pack my bags.”

“I can…I can call Wayne. You can’t drive like this,” you say softly, but he doesn’t answer.

Wayne comes by as Eddie finishes throwing his clothes into a suitcase. The old man stands at your door wordlessly, and you cry as Eddie leaves. He turns around, and for a second you’re filled with hope that he’ll change his mind and get help. Instead he says cruelly, “Don’t cry. This was your choice. Live with it.” Wayne mouths a silent I’m sorry as he ushers his nephew to the car.

You know you did the right thing. He’s going to die if he doesn’t get help, and you can’t enable him. You won’t. Still, it doesn’t stop the tears from falling.

~

You get a call ten days later, and you recognize Wayne’s gruff voice as soon as you hear it.

“He went to rehab. Gonna cost us a pretty penny, but he went yesterday.”

Relief floods through your veins. You don’t know what this means for your relationship, but Eddie is trying to get better, and that’s what matters.

“When can we visit?” 

“They said thirty days. I can take you with me if you want.”

You nod before realizing that he can’t see you. “That would be great, Wayne. Thank you so much.”

“No, Y/N, thank you,” he clears his throat. “If you didn’t say anything, he’d still be drinking himself into an early grave. He’s doing this for him, but he’s also doing this for you. He wouldn’t stop crying about losing you.”

“I love him, Wayne,” is all you can manage. “I’d do anything for him.”

~

The rehab center is quaint and quiet. You’re fidgeting as you wait for Eddie, a much different feeling than when you waited for him to come home a few months ago. You and Wayne sit on the couch when Eddie comes out. His eyes light up when he sees you and his uncle. You’re unsure whether or not to hug him, but he makes the choice for you, pulling you up and holding you.

“I am so, so sorry. I was horrible to you, and you didn’t deserve any of it. You’re the reason I’m alive, Y/N.” He leans in to kiss you, but you pull away.

“Say hi to Wayne,” you practically whisper, and he does, but there’s a confused look on his face.

“I’ll give you two some time,” Wayne offers as he steps out to give you privacy.

“Eddie,” you begin, “I’m so proud of you for getting help. I love seeing you healthy, but…you need to stay healthy. You have to stay sober, and you have to keep talking to someone about the nightmares.”

Eddie swallows. “It’s called PTSD. Add it to the list of reasons why Eddie Munson is fucked up,” he jokes lamely, but it earns him a small smile. “And I know. After this 90 days, I’m going to outpatient therapy, and I’ll go to AA and get a sponsor and everything. I want to get better and stay better.”

He shuffles his feet and reaches into his pocket. “Will you…will you wear your ring again? If I break my promise, you can take it off. But I’m committed to you, and committed to treatment. I’m going to do my best, I swear.”

You consider his sincerity, the pleading in his eyes, your history together. “As long as you take care of yourself, just like you are now, then, yes. Yes, we can get re-engaged.” You let him slip the ring on your finger and kiss him, arms wrapped around his waist. “But I think we should have a longer engagement. I know you don’t want to wait, but I want to make sure…”

Eddie takes your hands. “Y/N, whatever I need to do to earn your trust again, I’ll do it. I’ll wait a million years, if that’s what it takes.”

You laugh again, more genuinely this time. “It better not take that long, Munson. I don’t wanna be all old and wrinkly in my wedding dress.”

~

With three years of sobriety under his belt, Eddie once again is faced with the heartbreaking task of deployment. This time, things are different. For starters, you’re now his wife, and have been for almost a year. He also knows that he’s going to attend an AA meeting the day he gets home. He’s packed a journal so he can write down how he feels and note any major changes in mood. He doesn’t want to hurt himself or you or Wayne anymore.

You and Wayne drop him off at the airport. He gives you each a hug, holding you tight against his body. “I’m gonna miss you both so damn much,” he says. “I love you guys.”

“Six months will fly by, son, and you’ll be home before you know it,” Wayne comforts him, placing a hand on his back.

“I’ll be counting down the days till I’m back with you two,” Eddie replies.

“You mean, us three,” you say softly.

“Three?” Eddie furrows his brows, confused. “You, Wayne, and…”

“Baby Munson,” you tell him, placing his hands on your stomach. There’s no bump yet, but something flutters as he touches you.

“Are you…are you serious?” Eddie kisses your smiling lips before you can reply. “How far along are you?”

“Only about a month. The doctor confirmed it yesterday.” Eddie’s beaming, and you can see Wayne smiling the biggest smile you’ve ever seen from the stoic man.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” Eddie says incredulously. “That’s my little baby in there.” He points at your stomach.

“Baby’s gonna be a whole lot bigger the next time you see me,” you tease. “I’ll be seven months pregnant, and then we’ll only have two months until we get to meet him or her.”

Eddie nuzzles your neck lovingly. “My beautiful wife, pregnant with my beautiful baby.” He crouches down and speaks directly to your tummy.

“Hi, baby. I can’t get home soon enough. I don’t want to wait to meet you.”

[jasntodds]

Pairing: Bartender!Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 926

Full Chapter Warnings: Swearing, talks of bad dates

Summary: You want a relationship and Tom wants to find his “one person.” The want to not be lonely left you both going on a string of bad dates. And you both had your usual spots you would go to sulk about it but, as a coincidence would have it, your spots are closed on the same night leading you both to same exact diner. And as another coincidence would have it, your server serves you each other’s meals, leading the two of you to meet.  .

A/N: I wasn’t going to post a teaser and then decided to since I’m too excited to wait until Thursday to share something lol

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You’re sitting alone at a table, looking at the window that’s lit with the street lights and signs from across the street. The lights reflect off the wet pavement, cars swooshing by every so often. This is not your usual spot. Your usual spot is Gino’s down the street but they’re closed for a remodel for the next week and this was the next best place. Kind of.

You have this routine, one you wish to break, where you stop at Gino’s after a bad date and eat alone, listening to a playlist or an audiobook or a podcast. Anything really to make yourself seem busy and not like a loser sitting alone at a restaurant at 11pm. For you, it’s better than going to your shared apartment with your best friend, and telling her about yet another bad date, hearing how you’ll find the right person one day. It’s all gotten a little old.

And then there’s Tom.

As chance or luck or fate or whatever you wanna call it, has it, he’s sitting alone at his own table across the room from you. He, too, has a routine of going out after a bad date. His usual choice is a coffee shop, the opposite way of Gino’s but that coffee shop is closed due to a family event. It’s a small, family-owned and run coffee shop so every once in a blue moon, a wedding or graduation occurs and they close for the day to celebrate. So, Tom comes here. Unfortunate, really, that he has such a routine just because dates don’t go as planned but similar to you, it’s a easier to be alone than to go home and feel like a disappointment or get pity from his best friend.

“If you need anything, just holler.” The server says quickly, walking away just as Tom looks at his food.

“Uh, excuse me?” Tom calls, hand slightly raised in the air, seeing the blueberry pancakes are definitely not what he ordered but the server is already at the only other table with a person, delivering his food.

Tom sighs, watching and hoping she’ll notice or that you will notice but neither of you do. The server walks off before the you can comment about your wrong meal. Tom watches and you look about as defeated as he does and it doesn’t look like you’re about to bring your food up to the counter and that’s not what Tom wants to do either. You might be the only two customers in the diner but Tom doesn’t want to be a bother to anyone so, he picks up the plate and makes the short walk to the your table.

As Tom gets closer, he takes notice in how you’re dressed and your makeup. You’re not dressed like someone who just wanted to come to some random diner to eat alone. Your makeup matches your red dress while a white wire falls in the center of your chest, earbuds in both of your ears. The closer he gets to you, the more he notices there’s nothing else at your table.Nothing that indicates you’re even waiting for someone. And he wonders would drive you to be alone at the diner, too.

“Um…” Tom clears his throat, holding the plate closer to him than the table. “I think…she mixed up our meals.” Tom says quietly, you just looking up from your phone with doe eyes.

You pull out an earbud, brows furrowed. “Sorry, what?”

Tom uses his free hand to point at the plate on your table and then the plate in his hand. “I think our meals got mixed up.”

“Oh.” You let out a huff, cheeks heating up. “Yeah, I guess they did. Thank you.” You give him a soft smile, pushing his food towards him as he puts the plate down in front of you.

He has light brown hair, gelled, the front swiped over to the side. Not like a comb over, the front is swooped up to give his hair volume. And he’s wearing a burnt orange button up, matching a tie loosened around his neck, and black slacks that seem a little too big. Interesting.

“You, uh, you alone?” Tom asks and he doesn’t even know why he asked. It’s not even his business. It was a little rude in hindsight but he’s alone, so he’s not judging, just curious.

“Mm,” You hum, brows are furrow just a bit and the corner of your mouth switches into something Tom can’t tell is a smirk or a grimace. “Because if I were alone, I’d want to tell some random guy that.”

“T- that’s…I….sorry.” Tom stutters, shaking his head in embarrassment.

You laugh softly. “It’s okay, my best friend knows where I am, shared location.” You shake your head, pulling your plate closer to you. “I am. You?”

“Yeah.” Tom chuckles, rubbing the back his neck. “I am.” He sucks in a breath, dodging eye contact.

“Why?” You scoff, unwrapping the silverware to grab a fork. Tom furrows his brows, eyes narrowing, taken aback by your bluntness. “Sorry!” You shake your head. “I just mean that it looks like you wouldn’t be.” You’re kicking yourself and feel more embarrassed than you have in ages. You did not mean to come off so blunt and rude. You gesture towards his outfit, “I didn’t mean to sound rude or anything. It just....looks like, uh,  you were...I don’t know.” You suck in a breath, furrowing your brows and shaking off the embarrassment. “Wanna sit?”

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