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pinejayy · 4 years

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Shang Tsung NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- Aftercare for Shang is really important, he doesn't trust most people so having something as a relationship with you is very lucky. So after sex he will make sure you're alright and if he didn't harm you. He will make you tea, run you a bath, but his favorite thing to do is hold you close against his naked body and tell you how beautiful and wonderful you are. For a big bad Sorcerer he's actually a huge sweetheart.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- He's favorite body part of yours are your hands. Why? Well because you can tug his long hair as your making love, he loves it when you drag your nails on his back as he's taking you in. But most importantly he loves holding your hand during sex, it just makes it feel special.

- Your favorite body part is probably his biceps, but because look at them. They are beautiful to look at. And you also love gripping onto them during your sexy time with your boyfriend. Dragging your nails against them drives him crazy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- He isn't fond with messes and he also prfers cumming inside of you, it just makes him feel closer to you. But if you beg enough for him to cum on your body he's going to think about it, and after he will give it a try. And once he saw you covered his cum he couldn't help but smirk at you. "Look at the mess we've done."

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- He wants you to suck him off as he sits in his throne room, he wouldn't care if anyone walked in. I mean who doesn't like a free show, but he also wants to eat you out while you sit in his throne room. But if anyone walks into that he will make sure their soul will no longer be theirs.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- He's had his far share with other beautiful women. But not too many, but before he met you he didn't know what oral sex was. So he's had sex but nothing to intense.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- He didn't know there was different sex positions, he only knew missionary. But when you introduced him into new sex positions he absolutely loved you riding him. Or if he's feeling extra naughty then 69.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- Shang is a very serious man, and sex for him is something special and he just wants to focus on bringing you all the pleasure he can offer you. He may whisper some sweet things in your ear, or may give you small butterfly kisses against your neck to make you giggle.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- This man is well groomed, he's takes care of himself really well. He doesn't his hair being a mess.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- Depending on his mood, if he's in a lovely and good mood he's going be slow and gentle. Making love with you is special, holding your hand is a huge must!! Whispering sweet things in your ear and putting your pleasure first rather than his.

- When he needs to blow off steam or is in a bad mood, he will pin you to the nearest wall and take you right there, sex like this is mostly rough and quick. Lots of hair pulling.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- At first he had no interest in jacking off or he had better things to do until you came along, and th the first time you gave him a hand job he went nuts. It felt so good, he had no idea how good this felt. But he will occasionally jack off and when your not there with him or when he's away with personal business. But he prefers your hand over his.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- Handcuff with his green magic handcuffs. He loves restraining you to the bed. Watching you struggling under those cuffs makes his cock twitch. He loves teasing you as your cuffed, hearing you whine or beg is music to his ears.

- Hair pulling!! Please just pull his hair he will love it. And call him master as you do so will drive him crazy.

- Also has a choking kink, loves wrapping his hand around your neck as his cock is deep inside of you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- As much as he likes fucking you in the throne room he prefers the private of his bedroom because what if someone caught him. And in the bedroom you can be as loud as you like. But also he loves the bathroom for your sinful stuff. Shower sex is also very steamy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- Seeing you train, the way your body moves as your learning new moves and how your body bends with some moves. Also when you lean in and whisper sinful stuff in his ears, telling him how need him or calling him "master."

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- He WILL NOT change into anybody during sex because you will hurt his feelings and he will feel like he's not worth it, so please don't ask him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- As much as he loves receiving he prefers giving. Having you cuffed with his magical handcuffs as he eats you out like there's no tomorrow. He also loves the feeling of you tugging his hair as he drags his tongue between your wet folds.

- He also loves getting sucked off. Seeing you take him so well. He he moan your name out and grunt out how you're doing a good job.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- Like I said depending on his mood. If he's upset you better buck up because it's going to be a long and rough night.

-But his pace is usually slow and sensual, your special to him and he wants to make you feel like prettiest being ever. Eye contact makes him melt and makes him feel closer to you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- He's down for quickies. If he has a meeting or has some business he will take you somewhere private and bend you over and take you right there. But personally he prefers taking his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- Oh he's will to experiment, try out new kinks, sex positions and locations. But not to the point where you're going to be put in danger.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- He can usually go for a long time, but you two usually have two or three rounds but those rounds could usually last over an hour.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- What can a piece of plastic do that he can't, so toys for him are a big nope. But will gladly bring something to blindfold you or gag you. The only toy he has for you is a small vibrator in your underwear and he has the remote. And he loves when you wear them out so he test you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- He's a huge tease, sometimes before he has to leave for a mission he will tease you so much without giving you what you what, and he tells you that you can't play with yourself and if you do and he finds out oh boy you're in for a night.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- He's quite loud and frankly he doesn't care, loves letting out moans and grunts, he's always telling you how good you feel around him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- Your safety is a huge must, so you guys have a safe word. "Watermelon" he wants to make sure he doesn't push your limits too much and too the point where he hurts you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- He's above average, maybe around 6 close to 7. But he's thick so he fills you up really well.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- High, he really hasn't someone as special as you. So he's letting everything out on you but will always make sure you're always satisfied.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- It takes him awhile to fall asleep. He will make sure your satisfied and doing well. But he will look at you and smile, soon after he will pull you close and fall asleep with you.

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fluffy-lee · 4 years

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Q and A

This is a TICKLE fic

Platonic Tom Holland x Reader

Requested by: @itzme1762

Summary: While doing a live Q and A with your Marvel co-star Tom Holland, the fans ask him a very interesting question about you that he is also curious to know the answer to.

You and Chris Evans had just wrapped on your scene, and you were finished for the day. You were walking with him to go eat dinner with some of the cast and crew who were on set this particular day. You were really excited to finally have a break and sit down and visit with everyone. The past three days since you began shooting had been very busy and tiring, yet you were so happy. You loved what you were doing. Marvel was like your second family.

As you and Chris walked next to each other, he told you all about his dog, Dodger, and how much he already missed him. You told him about your dog as well and you showed each other pictures and videos on your phones until you made it to dinner.

“Hey everyone!” You said excitedly. Everyone replied with smiles and waves. Downey jumped to his feet and came over giving you a hug and kisses on the cheek.

“How are you, Y/n/n?” Robert asked, squeezing you to his side.

You sat next to him at dinner and talked to him, as well as Scarlett, Hemsworth, Lizzie, Mark, and Sebastian. There were a lot of other cast and crew members at other tables as well. You had been listening to their conversations as you ate, but the whole time you had been wondering where someone was. This person you had missed like crazy- Tom Holland. He was younger like you, so you could relate to each other. Your families had become good friends as well. You thought about texting him to see if he was here, but you figured he was really busy and didn’t want to bother him. Probably with Spider-Man stuff.

“Robert?” You asked, leaning in to your co-star.

“Yes?”

“Is Tom here?”

Just then, Tom Holland walked in with his brother, Harry, chatting up a storm with everyone. Robert smiled at you and you jumped to your feet, making your way over to him.

“Y/N!” Tom shouted, running over to you and picking you up in a hug.

You couldn’t help but giggle, and you were smiling ear to ear.

“I missed you!”

“I missed you too, darling!” Tom said, setting you down.

You instantly hugged Harry and he lifted you up as well. They were like big brothers to you.

“The food is so good. You guys should get some and sit down.” You told them. You could just tell they were ready to eat.

Tom sat down next to you at the table with his food, Harry on his right.

“You wrapped for the day?” Tom asked you.

“Yep! My schedule says that my next scene will film at noon tomorrow. What about you?” You answered, already eating your dessert.

“Well, we actually flew in today, so my first scene will be at 10:00am.” Tom answered.

“And that scene is with me. You better not mess me up.” Robert joked, making Tom blush and smile.

“Y/n, we need to catch up. After dinner you should come hangout in my trailer. My fans want me to do a Q and A. You can be in it if you want.” Tom offered.

“I’d love to!” You answered.

…

After dinner, you changed into some regular clothes in your trailer, and made your way to Tom’s, which was directly across from yours. You knocked on his door and Harry answered it. He had his mom on FaceTime, and you talked to her for a bit while Harry helped Tom set up his live.

After the FaceTime, Tom asked you if you wanted anything to drink.

“Do you have root beer?” You asked.

Tom crossed his arms and gave you a stern look.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“You aren’t old enough to have alcohol, and I don’t know what that is.”

“Alcohol? YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT ROOT BEER IS?” You exclaimed, shocked.

Tom grinned and shook his head.

“It is NOT actually beer!” You laughed.

“Then I don’t want anything to do with it.” Tom said with a silly grin, making you laugh.

“It’s starting.” Harry said, and Tom sat on his couch and turned his attention to the stream.

He had been live for a few minutes when he introduced you. You blushed as you saw the excited comments flood in. You had been working on Marvel even longer than Tom. You answered a few questions with Tom, and then you got up to go get something to drink. You settled on water, and ended up lost in conversation with Harry while Tom continued to answer questions.

Tom noticed a particularly random question that made him smirk, but he decided not to answer it. The question was “Is Y/n ticklish?” He decided to ignore it, and answered other questions, but then a bunch of people all caught on, and started asking that same question. Tom leaned in and quietly read the question out loud.

“Um, I think she is, but I have never tested it myself. Should I?” He said quietly with an evil smirk.

People began commenting “yes” and Tom laughed.

“Y/n, come here, I have another question for you.”

“Okay!” You said, sitting back down next to him, having no clue what he was going to ask.

Tom looked at you with a mischievous face, and you became suspicious.

“The question is… Are you ticklish?” He asked, raising his eyebrow with a smirk.

Your heart dropped and butterflies swarmed in your stomach. You smiled and got up to run away, but before you could get anywhere, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you down to the couch, and quickly crawled his fingers all over your sides and tummy, making you burst into adorable squeaky laughter and everyone on the live stream saw, and talked about how cute it was.

“Woahohoho!” Tom chuckled, surprised by your reaction.

Tom didn’t tickle you for longer than ten seconds, but it was enough to make you turn pink and giggly.

“Well, I guess we have our answer!” Tom smiled, letting you go. You sat next to him, still giggling, and held a pillow to your torso, in case he tried again, but he moved on to his next question and after a while, you relaxed and didn’t expect him to do it again. You were still blushing though, and it kept replaying in your head. You were actually really happy that just happened, because you secretly really liked to be tickled. You thought about tickling him back, but you didn’t want to ruin his stream, because he was now answering a little more serious questions and there were a lot of people watching.

When he ended his live stream, he turned to you with that same grin and your whole face flushed.

“So… you’re ticklish!” He cooed.

“I was just acting!” You lied, but your smile gave it away.

“Mhm yeah, sure!” He teased.

“Ugh!” You exclaimed, covering your face.

“I think this is some very useful information!” He teased some more, scooting over to you and grabbing your wrists away from your face.

You curled in on yourself, already beginning to feel ticklish. Tom picked up on this and immediately darted his hands all over your sides and tummy as you squealed with laughter.

“Tickie tickie tickie tickie tickie tickie!” He teased over and over while you absolutely lost it.

“Aww Tom stop torturing the poor girl!” Harry urged, knowing what you were currently going through, being Tom’s younger brother and all.

“Ha! No way! I’m just getting started!” Tom exclaimed, straddling your waist. “I gotta find out where else you’re ticklish!”

“Nohohoho! Nohohowhere else!” You lied, again, crossing your arms over your tummy.

“Oh we’ll see about that.” Tom smirked, digging into your ribs.

You instantly threw your head back in laughter, while Tom laughed along with you, tickling all over your rib cage. You felt him wiggle each one as you squirmed side to side, unable to get away because he had you trapped. After a minute or so, Tom let you catch your breath, and you already began to try to prepare yourself for his next strike.

“You have the cutest laugh! I think I’m just gonna keep tickling you!” He teased in a baby voice. You couldn’t get any redder.

He suddenly began tickling all over your neck and collar bones. This tickled you so much that you broke in and out of silent laughter. You tried to push at his chest, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to your sides, before nuzzling into the left side of your neck. You already knew what was going to happen next. He blew a giant raspberry that tickled like crazy.

“TOHOHOAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!” You laughed.

He blew another one, causing the same hilarious reaction.

“Whahat? Does that tickle or something? Hmm?” Tom teased ruthlessly.

You couldn’t answer, you just nodded with your bright smile, only for him to blow another one.

“Y/n, have you ever had butterfly kisses?” He asked teasingly.

You hadn’t heard that term in so long. “Yehhehees!”

Tom leaned down and gave you tickly butterfly kisses all over your cheek, while you giggled. His eyelashes fluttered against your skin and it tickled a lot. You thought it was so cute… and then he blew another raspberry. His ruthlessness had returned and you were not expecting it.

“Ohohohoho noohohoho.” You laughed while he gave you his squinty smile. You could tell he had so much affection toward you, which made you really happy. He began tickling your tummy again.

“I guess your tummy has been your best spot so far! Oh, I have an idea!” He said, lifting your shirt a little bit above your belly button.

“NO NO NO NOHOHOHOHOO AHAHAHAHA!”

He blew raspberry after raspberry until you both had to catch your breath.

“Are you alright?” He asked a little more seriously, giving you a break, and making sure he wasn’t taking it too far.

“Yes!” You answered with a playful smile, before scribbling your fingers all over his sides and tummy. He definitely got his answer- you were having fun.

“AAAAHHHHHAAHAHA!” Tom scream-laughed, much to your surprise. He laughed and squirmed until he finally caught your hands, and pried them off his tummy. You giggled while he gave you a death glare.

“That was a mistake.” He growled in a low voice. Your eyes went wide, and he shot his hands under your arms, ruthlessly tickling while you laughed so hard that your eyes pooled with mirth.

“IHIIHIHI IHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY!” You exclaimed.

“YOU BETTER BE!” He shot back, continuing to dig and scritch under your arms. It was too much and your laughter fell silent while you just laid there and took it. He finally quit tickling you there and reached down to your thighs, gently squeezing them, making you squeal. Tom just cracked up, mercilessly tickling your thighs.

“Tom Holland! STAHAHAHAAA!” You tried to demand, but failed due to your silly laughter.

“Or else what?” He sassed, squeezing your super ticklish knees.

“STOP STOP STAHAHAP! TOO MUCH! NOT THERE I CAN STAHAHAND IT!” You shouted through your laughter, a smile still plastered on your face. Tom thought it was just the funniest thing in the world, yet he still quit after just a few more seconds.

“What about your feet?” He asked.

“I will kill you!” You threatened, but that smile still played on your lips as you fought to hide it.

“I’ll take that as a challenge!” He declared.

Your thoughts flooded your head. There is no way that Tom Holland is about to tickle your feet. You were so flustered you felt like you were just going to die of embarrassment right there. That’s when you felt him scribble onto your feet for just a second, which felt like electric shocks throughout your nervous system, and you made the funniest squeak noise, and your ears flushed as you heard yourself and looked up at him. Tom froze and tilted his head with a smile.

“Whahahat was thahat?” He asked, chuckling.

“I don’t know!”

He tickled again and you made the same noise. You covered your face, embarrassed.

“How odd!” was all he said before scribbling all over your feet. Your weird squeaks eventually turned into laughter, but he let up not long after.

“Hmm. Well I think your tummy is the most ticklish!” He stated, going back to tickling your tummy and sides.

Harry had opened the door only for Robert to walk in and see Tom reducing you to a ticklish puddle, and he giggled at the scene.

“Oh hey Robert! What’s up?” Tom asked casually, shaking your tummy with all 10 of his finger tips. It tickled you so bad and you thought he was never going to stop.

“Just came to see how you’re doing. You guys want to watch a movie?” He asked.

“That sounds great!” Tom answered, widening his eyes at you in a teasing way when he dug into your belly button.

You were red faced and your laughter was becoming hoarse.

“Y/n, I didn’t hear an answer from you.” Robert said, joining in on the teasing.

“AHHHHAHAHA!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Robert shrugged.

“MERCY!” You shouted.

“Alright fiiiine.” Tom grinned, stopping the tickling, and plopping down next to you while you recovered.

You curled up on the couch to watch the movie with Harry, Tom, and Robert. You all had a great time, and you couldn’t be happier. By the time the movie ended, Tom had fallen asleep. You could tell he was tired from travel. You gave him a kiss on the cheek, and you saw him smile a little.

Robert walked you back to your trailer and you said your “good nights.” When you got into bed, you checked your Instagram to see you were tagged in tons of videos from the live stream where Tom tickled you. You watched it with a huge smile and saved the clip to your phone, before drifting off to sleep.

#tom holland tickle fic #tom holland tickle #ticklish!reader #ticklish!tomholland #tom holland x reader tickle #mcu tickle fic #mcu tickle #peter parker tickle

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katecarteir · 5 years

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i took too many hit off this memory (i need to come down)

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier [reddie] rating: explicit chapter warnings: q slur, internalized homophobia, sexual content, word count: 3,829 chapter count: 2 of ? summary: Eddie Kaspbrak doesn't remember much from his childhood. He doesn't really know he doesn't remember. He also doesn't know why he's so drawn this terrible comedian on tv, but when Eddie runs into him in a bar, and they spend the night together, Eddie's life is changed forever. It's finally back on track- and he doesn't know anything about it

read on ao3. moodboard by @ripeddiekaspbrak

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Eddie had to duck at the last moment to avoid hitting his head on the roof. (The ground? The roof? Whatever.) It seemed that Eddie had grown a lot more than he’d given himself credit for since the last time he’d been in here. It gave him a little thrill of pride- so much so that he almost forgot what he was doing down here after all these years.

Richie Tozier was laying in the hammock, a comic book held close to his face, though Eddie doubted he could read it in the near darkness underground. If Eddie had trouble not hitting his head as he’d come into the clubhouse, he supposed Richie must have had to fold himself in half to get down here. Being fifteen hadn’t been the best year for Richie; he’d shot up nearly a foot all in limbs, filling out absolutely nowhere else. Braces on his teeth, giant glasses taking up most of his face that clung stubbornly to his baby fat.

Eddie still thought he was pretty fucking cute, and he hated that fact about himself.

“What are you doing down here?” Eddie asked as he stepped further into their old hang out. “We haven’t been here since-”

-Ben Hanscom had moved away. Eddie knew he didn’t need to say it because Richie understood as well as he did. The last day they’d all come down here had been the day Ben moved away from Derry. After the summer of 1989, they’d come down here less and less but after Ben left it simply hadn’t felt right to be down here hanging out.

“I thought it would be the last place anyone would look for me,” Richie replied as he lowered the comic book and glared at Eddie. “I come here sometimes to be alone.”

Eddie cleared his throat awkwardly. He took a step closer, hands clenched at his side. “It was the last place I looked for you,” he admitted. “I checked the Quarry, the arcade...”

“Why were you looking?”

Eddie frowned. “I... We heard about what happened. With Jennifer and those stupid jocks.” Eddie stood at the end of the hammock and took in a deep breath before climbing in. He felt Richie stiffen beside him. “I’m so sorry, Rich. That was a terrible trick.”

Richie shrugged one shoulder, Eddie able to feel both their bodies move as the hammock swung. They had never really fit in this stupid thing and Eddie wasn’t sure why they’d ever started doing this. Though, deep down, he supposed he knew well enough.

“It’s alright, Eds,” Richie said quietly, “I don’t know what I expected. Nobody wants to go out with the local queer boy.”

Eddie sighed, letting his head drop against Richie’s shoulder and he seemed to sag under Eddie’s soft touch. Eddie—much like everybody else in Derry—had heard about the events at the arcade back in 1989. Just another thing that made life difficult for Richie—something Eddie had always kept himself away from. He never brought anything up or spoke about it. Best friend or not, Eddie just wasn’t comfortable talking about it.

“Oh, don’t worry, Eds,” Richie laughed and caused the hammock to give a soft swing, “I know you don’t want to talk about that kind of stuff. Nobody ever does. That’s why I come down here.”

Eddie scooted closer to Richie and wrapped his arms around Richie’s middle, head rested on Richie’s shoulder. He was able to feel Richie breathing quicken which made his own spike. “I’m sorry, Richie. I know you need somebody, I just-”

“It’s okay,” Richie broke out a deep, terrible British accent, “Don’t worry about it, mate. Everything is just fancy.”

“I don’t think you’re using those words right.” Eddie pressed his palm against Richie’s cheek and pulled Richie down to look at him, able to see Richie surprisingly well in the dark underground. It was like the world didn’t exist outside of them.

“I don’t ever use words right.”

Eddie choked out a laugh and gave Richie’s cheek a pat. He swallowed roughly, thinking of Richie surrounded by those bullies, running for his life from them with their terrible words in his head. Eddie’s heart clenched. He leaned in, he—

He woke up.

Eddie stirred in a big, spacious bed. He stretched his arm out, feeling the cold touch of the soft sheets as the lights were hitting his eyes all wrong.

“I know I promised.” He could hear a low, thick voice whisper from across the room. “I’m sorry, I really meant to... not. But you should see this guy, Auds, okay? He’s like every single one of my fantasies come true in one tiny, feisty little twink.”

Last night rushed back to Eddie suddenly and pushed all lingering memories of his weird dream from his mind. He smiled into the pillow and clenched his fist into the sheets. He was going to face a lot of consequences for his actions last night, but he somehow couldn’t stop the feeling of butterflies in his stomach.

“I know I’m putting my career in danger, but I don’t think he’s going to tell anybody.” Richie continued to whisper into his cell phone. Eddie raised his head slightly to peak at him and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of the larger man standing in only his underwear.

Even with his eyes half opened, Eddie could make out the scratches down Richie’s back. It made something hot and passionate bubble up in his stomach, until he realized that if Richie bore marks then Eddie would most likely be covered in them as well. Absolutely covered in a way that he would never have allowed another person do to him before. There was no hiding this, no going back now.

Eddie was gay. Very, very gay and Richie Tozier’s wide shoulders and scratched up back was a deep, arousing reminder of that fact. Eddie rolled over and flopped onto his face, prickles of arousal at the base of his spine which caused him to roll his hips against the mattress.

“I know you won’t believe me.” Richie’s voice lowered even more and now Eddie had to strain to hear him. “I think this is different. Really different. I’ve never... I don’t know, something just feels different. It’s like I know him, Audra.”

Eddie rolled back over onto his side and ran a hand across his stomach. Goosebumps rose up all over his skin, and Eddie bit his bottom lip. It was like something inside of him was reacting to this stupid, not funny comedian being in the same room.

Sure, he was a little sore but his heart raced and his palms were sticky, and his stomach was done up in knots at the sound of Richie’s scratchy voice.

“Yes, I know.” Richie continued to whisper. “I promise I’ll be careful. Yes, I know I’m an idiot. I love you too, call you later.”

Richie turned around, and scratched at his hair. He paused and grinned at the sight of Eddie laid out across his bed. Richie let out a low whistle and bit down on his bottom lip. “Well, well...” He clucked his tongue. “I must have died and gone to heaven to have such a hot piece of ass in my bed.”

Eddie rolled his hips and made sure the blankets dipped down to reveal his cock and hips. He grinned at how Richie’s face seemed to darken. “You are a lucky bastard. But I should probably get going now.”

Richie dropped onto the bed and tackled Eddie into the mattress, arms around his waist and face pressed into Eddie’s chest. “You’re not going anywhere. I could just eat you up. Swallow you whole.”

Eddie sighed shakily and rutted his hips upwards against Richie’s body. He felt himself begin to harden almost embarrassingly quickly. “You promise?” He whispered into Richie’s ear.

Richie groaned and trailed his hand down Eddie’s chest and stomach. The muscles twitched under Richie’s touch. “Twice in twelve hours? You sure about that, Eds...” Richie nipped little bites into Eddie’s pecks. “It’s a little ambitious.”

Eddie ran his fingers through Richie’s messy hair. It seemed almost curlier than it had the night before, and Eddie could only imagine what his was like now. Richie’s sharp bites began to turn into light kisses and Eddie grinned. He tugged on Richie’s curls and laughed at the rough groan he gave.

“What?” Eddie asked. “Aren’t you up for a challenge, Tozier?”

Richie’s gaze jerked up to look at Eddie and his eyes flashed. Before Eddie could so much as blink in reaction, Richie had dragged his teeth down his torso and taken Eddie’s cock into his mouth.

Eddie let out what was almost a squeak as his cock twitched and hardened completely as Richie’s mouth moved around him.

Eddie Kaspbrak had gotten blow jobs before. It was Myra’s go-to foreplay to get Eddie going, but nothing had ever compared to this.

Eddie bent his knees up, felt Richie’s hands slide along the back of Eddie’s thighs. He hitched Eddie’s legs over his shoulders, and worked at Eddie with his mouth until his body was trembling around Richie.

“Fuck, fuck, holy shit, fuck...” Eddie moaned. “You should change your act. Just get rid of all that shitty comedy and just - fuck - do this instead.”

Richie pulled off Eddie’s cock with a wet pop, a trail of spit connecting his mouth to Eddie. “Are you saying I should be a prostitute?”

Eddie leaned back and frowned up at the ceiling. “I guess so... Is that something you would be interested in?”

Richie cocked his brow and licked up the length of Eddie’s cock. “Is it something you think I’d be good at?” He asked as he stroked Eddie slowly and held his cock inches from his mouth.

Eddie whined and squeezed his eyes shut. “I just fucking said that didn’t I? Now I’m not so sure. Maybe if you shut the fuck up and make me come, we’d see how good you are.”

Richie laughed—fucking laughed—and sped up his hand to an almost painful pace. “Oh, I’m sorry? Have I not treated you well? Left you feeling a little unsatisfied baby?”

Eddie whined, thoughts stuck on how Richie had pressed him into the mattress last night and fucked him until he’d melted into nothing. He bucked up into Richie’s fist. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”

“Already?” Richie teased. He slowed his hand and loosened his grip. He dropped Eddie’s cock and let it slam wetly against Eddie’s stomach. “Why I’ve barely done anything. Are you that sensitive?”

Richie ran his fingers over Eddie’s thighs to tease the skin andEddie withered on the bed. Was he that sensitive? No, normally not. Normally Eddie would argue that he was very much not sensitive, usually struggling to give into any sort of pleasure. He was certain he could get Myra to finish two or three times before he’d get anywhere close, but Richie had him so close to coming with only a couple minutes of a blowjob.

“Please...” He cried as he tossed his arm over his eyes. “Don’t stop you stupid, fucking bad comedian fuck.”

Richie snorted with laughter as he leaned back on his knees. Eddie lowered his arm to get a look at Richie’s cock where it strained in his underwear. He knew it wouldn’t be smart to try to take it again just now, but he couldn’t help how his mouth watered.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Richie asked him as he pushed his hair away from his face and gave Eddie a huge grin.

Eddie blinked up at him. “Is this like.. an innuendo? You don’t need to hit on me, I’m already in your bed.”

Richie choked out a small laugh. “You know not everything I say is sexual. I’m just hungry, man.”

“Oh... oh.” Eddie flushed right up to the roots of his hair. “Pancakes sound good. With... with little breakfast sausages?”

“Those are the best kind of sausages.” Richie said enthusiastically. He bounced forward, pressed a soft kiss to Eddie’s cheek and tumbled off the bed. As he rushed over to the phone and Eddie flopped back onto the bed, smiling.

His cock was still hard, but he didn’t find himself too concerned with it. He was, however, suddenly stricken with a weird sense of panic. Eddie searched frantically with his eyes until he managed to locate sight of his pants. He scrambled over to them and yanked his cell phone out of his back pocket.

37 missed calls from Myra.

Eddie felt sick as he looked down at his chest and stomach, red and purple bruises covering his skin. He knew his neck and shoulders would only be worse. His chest felt tight and uncomfortable, and his stomach churned in the most terrible of ways.

Richie came back over, a big smile on his face. “I order extra sausages, just in case-”

“I have to go.” Eddie said quickly as he jumped into his pants. He grabbed a shirt off the floor and threw it on over his hickey covered body.

“But I-” Richie’s shoulder dropped. His face seemed to crumble, and Eddie’s heart fell into his stomach.

Eddie wheezed and clutched the collar of his shirt. “I’m sorry, I have to go, I have to talk to my girlfriend.”

“Your what?”

Eddie froze up like a deer in headlights. His hands shook at his sides and he was pretty sure his breathing was dangerously fast now. “I’m breaking up with her, I’m breaking up with her, I’m-”

Richie pressed his lips together and turned away. “You were right. You should go.”

Eddie let out a broken whimper, grabbed his jacket from the floor and booked it from the hotel room without giving Richie a second glance.

Eddie was beyond sore by the time he got back to his apartment that he practically limped up the stairs. He was hopelessly praying that after almost forty missed calls to Eddie, she would have gotten some sort of hint to leave. That this joke of a relationship was over, if it had ever truly begun. He prayed that she accepted that on her own, without Eddie having to say a word to her.

Eddie knew better than that, of course. He knew without a single doubt that when he opened his front door, Myra would still be sitting on that couch as though she hadn’t moved a muscle since he’d walked out the afternoon before.

“EDDIE! EDDIE BEAR!” Myra scrambled to her feet and rushed over to him. She grabbed his arms and yanked him down to the couch. “Look at you! You’re so pale and sickly, Eddie! You should know better. Where did you get that horrific shirt, it’s hideous! And look at this-” Myra touched the marks on Eddie’s necks softly. “You’ve broken out in a rash, Eddie Bear. We need to see a doctor about this!!”

Eddie closed his eyes and shook his head. “Myra, it’s not a rash. You know what they are.”

Myra leaned back away from him, her eyes wide and rapidly filling up with tears. “Oh, Eddie... why are you trying to hurt me? You’re hurting me so bad, stop hurting me!”

“I’m not trying to hurt you, Myra.” Eddie said as he took hold of her hands. “I’m done trying to do things. Trying to be happy... trying to be straight.”

Myra jerked her hands back, eyes now tearless and almost wild. “What are you saying, Eddie? Don’t say things like that. Awful things.”

Eddie sighed. “I’m not just saying things, alright? Last night, after we fought, I went to the bar and I went back to a mans house and we had sex. This- us- is over. I’m gay.”

Myra stood up while shaking her head. “No. No, Eddie. You can’t do this to me. You’ve done this before, this...experimenting. We all know the stories about you in college and this will pass just like that did. And then you’ll need me, Eddie. You need somebody to take care of you.”

Eddie shook his head and stood to attempt to calm her. “Myra this is over. I don’t need you. I don’t want to be with you. I’m gay. I’m gay. You’ll find somebody someday who will want to be with you. That person isn’t me.”

Myra turned around and smacked Eddie on the cheek. It wasn’t a hard hit by any means, but it was jarring and forced Eddie to take several steps back. Eddie gaped at her, eyes wide as he pressed his hand to his tingling cheek.

“Oh my God, Eddie, baby, I am so sor-”

“Get out.”

Myra burst into loud, messy tears but Eddie kept his composure. Grim-faced and silent, he watched Myra pick up her purse and coat from the living room and rush towards the front door. She sobbed the whole way out and Eddie felt almost scared of himself at how little he cared about her tears.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind her, Eddie turned and moved through his apartment. He grabbed every single thing he could find that he believed belonged to his now ex-girlfriend and tossed them into a black garbage bag. He put the garbage bag by the front door and flopped himself onto the couch angrily.

He fished his phone out of his pocket, and stared in surprise at the notification in the middle of his lock screen.

Trashmouth Tozier started following you!

Eddie’s hands shook as he went to click on the profile but, before he got the chance, a work alert triggered on his phone. Eddie’s head throbbed at the thought of having to drive anywhere today, after everything that had happened. But he supposed he would be better off working than sitting at home dwelling on everything.

It was a simple job. Pick somebody up and take them to the airport. Hopefully the person wouldn’t even try to converse with him. He parked his car in front of the stupid hotel he’d just stumbled his ass out of—because the universe wouldn’t give him a break today—and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel as he waited.

The back seat of the car opened andEddie’s stomach broke into somersaults as he caught sight of the passenger as they slipped in.

Richie looked up from his phone and made eye contact with Eddie in the rear view mirror. “Oh.” Richie said, voice cold and broken. Eddie bit his lip. “Your girlfriend lets you drive men who fucked you senseless to the airport the next day?”

Eddie cleared his throat. “Not my girlfriend anymore.“

“Oh,” Richie chuckled. “She didn’t like being cheated on?”

“No.” Eddie replied. “I realized I don’t like women and I’m actually gay as fuck.”

Richie let out a laugh that sounded almost genuine. “Well, good for you, man.”

Eddie pulled out of the parking lot and wondered if he should turn on the radio. He did with every other passenger he had, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Eddie cleared his throat, still awkwardly tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. “How did you find me on Twitter?”

Richie coughed loudly, and Eddie could see the slight flush in his cheeks. “I just... searched you.”

“But I never told you my last name.”

Richie frowned, his hands went still on his phone. He looked up slowly at Eddie, brow furrowed. Eddie’s heart beat loudly in his ears. “I...” Richie cleared his throat. “I guessed.”

“You guessed?” Eddie challenged. “You guessed that my last name was Kaspbrak?”

“Well maybe you told me.” Richie shrugged. He turned back to his phone.

“I definitely didn’t.” Eddie grumbled. “Are you some sort of freaky stalker? Should I be scared?”

“Yes, Eddie.” Richie said coldly. “This has actually been a big plan to murder you. I’m about to pull over and murder you- oh wait, you’re the one driving!”

“Uh, excuse me!” Eddie cried. “Crimes against drivers like cab drivers and limo drivers are not to be joked about, asshole! Did you know that being a cab driver is one of the most dangerous jobs in New York City? Three to five cab drivers are killed per year, and thats not even counting how many commit suicide and-”

“Okay, calm down, bucko!” Richie said from the back seat. “Relax. You’re a little neurotic, aren’t you?”

“Don’t fucking call me neurotic, dickwad!“ Eddie snapped and nearly missed his turn off for the airport. “I’ve had a long fucking day, okay? I don’t need your small dick attitude and your dead cab driver jokes!”

“Small dick attitude?” Richie gasped as Eddie pulled their car to a stop at the drop off. “I’m hurt, Eds. You know perfectly well that it isn’t small, you were pretty enthusiastic last-”

“Shut up!” Eddie cried, face burning. “Go catch your stupid fucking plane.”

Richie frowned and yanked open the back seat door. He nearly fell out then slammed it shut. Eddie was about to gas it out of there when the passenger seat door opened and Richie dropped to sit beside him.

“Listen, Kaspbrak-”

“I’m not comfortable with you calling me that.” Eddie said. “I never told you that was my name and I’m not sure how you came across this information but I think it’s creepy and not at all-”

“Shut up.” Richie hissed as he grabbed Eddie’s face in his hands. “First of all, you don’t get to be pissed at me when you’re the one who fucked me while you had a girlfriend.”

“I’m sorry.” Eddie deflated visibly.

Richie shrugged. “Whatever. I’m over it.” He ran his thumb along Eddie’s jawline. “There’s obviously something here. Between us. This is real, and weird as fuck because I don’t even know you but I’m pretty sure that I do.”

Eddie sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. “What do you want me to do, Richie?”

“Ditch this car.” Richie said firmly. “Come to L.A with me.”

“You’re fucking crazy.” Eddie said breathlessly. He could hear his heart beat in his ears. “I don’t even fucking know you! I met you last night and we fucked and... I broke up with my girlfriend this morning! I have a job and apartment and I-”

“Okay, okay.” Richie dropped his hands from Eddie’s cheeks. “You have access to my Twitter DM’s. If you ever wanna get together, hit me up.”

Eddie’s mouth dropped, but he couldn’t make words come out before Richie had ducked out of the car. He sat wordlessly in the front seat while Richie got his things out of the truck and disappeared into the airport without looking back. Eddie kept sitting there until the cars behind him began to honk and he finally pulled out of the parking lot and drove back to his empty apartment to see what leftovers were stuck in his fridge.

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Do you wonder?

Inspiration/ Mood music: Do You Wonder- Khai Dreams // Maybe We’re Meant to be Alone - Bad Suns

Summary: A one night stand with Eddie over a decade ago might have been the best thing to ever happen.

Pearlie: Do you Wonder is the big mood for this fic, so, put that on loop tbh. But the Bad Suns song is also a mood and so good. Also, please don’t mind the name I picked for the kid, it’s literally my middle name and I had no other ideas, rip me. yes, my name is Pearlie Quinn… My dad said Harley Quinn was overrated and now I am CURSED. Might do a part 2 to this, as Eddie doesn’t have V in this bit.

STORY:

You were walking down the sidewalk, right behind your daughter, Quinn, who, at 12, has already decided she’s going to be some sort of scientist, or, better yet, an astronaut. You couldn’t help but be fascinated with her imagination and curiosity of new things.

You watched her eyes light up when she talked about how rain clouds formed, or how rockets were built. She had the same spark that her dad had. It brought back memories of being in college with her father, Eddie Brock. He was always a nerd, talking about he was going to have his own newspaper, or his own news show.

Sadly, you didn’t know if any of his dreams came true. Things got a bit weird after that one night. You knew it was going to mess things up, but you loved Eddie and you just wanted to be with him. He loved you, and you could see it- Everyone could.

Weeks after the whole ‘it won’t change a thing.’ schtick, you found out you were pregnant. You were grateful you were almost done with college, but what about after? Would Eddie be okay with this? You were going to tell Eddie about it, but then you saw him out on a date with a different girl.. She was a bit taller than you, looked more professional. Blonde.

You decided that maybe, just maybe, it would be easier to just not tell Eddie.. He looked happy with that girl anyways. You wondered if they were married now.. Maybe he had kids with her. Is he happy? Does he think about you?

“Mom.”

“Oh!” you chirped, bring your attention back to her, “Yes?”

“You think maybe we can- like- go out for something to eat? I’m starving.”

“Sure! You pick and I’ll buy.”

“Kinda hoping you’d pay.. I’m not exactly rich at the moment.” she smirked.

She looked exactly liked him, even had his signature lopsided smirk- His hair- His humor.

“When you get rich, send me a check.” you chuckled.

“Fifty-fifty.”

“Fair.”

Quinn spun around and shot you finger guns, and you laughed, and she continued backwards, accidentally bumping into someone. She awkwardly shuffled closer to you and whipped around, “My bad.”

The person hesitated before turning around, and you felt your heart stop. You covered your mouth to hold in a gasp, quickly masking it as clearing your throat.

“Y/N?”

“Eddie?”

“Hey!”

Before you could think of an escape plan, he pulled you into a hug. You tried to fight the urge, but you gave in and hugged him as tightly as you could.

“Ahem?” Quinn sarcastically coughed.

You pulled away and gestured to your daughter, “Eddie, this is, uh.. This is, uhm..”

“Quinn.”

“Right, yes, this is my daughter, Quinn.” you nervously brushed some hair out of your face.

“Daughter?” Eddie asked, looking at her.

He raised a brow as Quinn seemed to scan Eddie over. He and the kid tilted their head in the same manner, almost as if they were connecting the dots. Eddie felt like he was looking in a mirror, yet, not. Quinn, to him, looked like her mother, but something felt..like it was him.

Quinn smiled a little, “I recognize him! He the guy from all your old pictures.”

“Yes, well,” you felt your face heat up, “You’re right.”

“You still have those dusty things?” Eddie chuckled, “What was your reason again? Scrapbooking?”

“It’s a fun hobby.”

“For old ladies, I think.” Eddie smiled at you, “Joking. Joking.”

You awkwardly laughed along with him, wanting nothing more than to just scream and hide. This felt like a train wreck waiting to happen- assuming it hasn’t already.

“Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Oh,” you faltered, “Uh-”

“Don’t know.” Quinn cut in, rather bluntly, “I mean, my mom knows, but she says she doesn’t want to talk about it. Says, ‘I’m not old enough.’ I’m 12, isn’t that old enough?”

Eddie looked puzzled again. Surely you weren’t the type to just… Have a kid on your own. You always told him about you wanted a family, and a nice house, and maybe a dog or two… He had to admit, whoever the guy was, he was kinda jealous.. Even if he wasn’t around.

“So, I assume you’re not married?”

“Have no need for it.” you said, “I’m happy.”

Eddie looked back at Quinn, who was still looking up at him, eyes bright and beautiful.

“What about yourself?” you asked.

“Me? Ah, you know, n’thing’s changed but the weather.” he chuckled, a little sadder this time.

You raised a brow, “I can still tell when you’re lying.”

Eddie awkwardly rubbed his neck, “Everything’s fine.”

You saw Quinn growing bored, hearing her huff and blow hair out of her face.

“Hey, do you, maybe wanna get lunch with us?” Quinn half shouted.

You looked over at her.

“What?” she asked, “I’m dying over here and you guys keeping talking and talking aaaand taaalllkkiiiing.”

Eddie let out a genuine laugh, “Sure, I don’t mind- If your mom doesn’t mind.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Good. Let’s go.” Quinn pleaded.

“Just so you know, I talk with my mouth full,” Eddie joked, “Ms. Square over there always said it was bad manners.”

“It is. I also don’t want to see what you’re chomping on.”

Quinn giggled as you three walked together, “He’s funny.”

“He’s okay,” you said.

“Okay?” Eddie faked offense, “I’ll have you know, I can make Mrs.Chen laugh. That is not an easy task.”

“Mrs.Chen?” Quinn tilted her head again, “Whose that.”

“Real nice lady. She owns a little shop downtown. Maybe we can go sometime- I think she’d get a kick out of you.”

Your heart began thumping at the thought of doing things with Eddie again. Maybe if he got cozy, you could get a chance to tell him the truth. You still wanted nothing more than to be with him.

Quinn cut in, “Eddie, you seem familiar. And I don’t mean pictures either.”

“I get that alot.” Eddie put his hands in his pockets, “Last time I heard that, someone thought I took twenty bucks from them. They were wrong.”

You waited for him to finish, because there is now way an Eddie story ends like-

“It was fifty.”

There it is.

Quinn seemed completely unphased by his story, and she snapped her fingers, “I know! You’re the guy from tv!”

“Tv? Me?” Eddie pointed to himself, “Nah, see, I have more- Uh, a face made for radio.”

“But you are on tv! I watch your show all the time. It helped me write a school report once.”

“What was it about? Corruption? Murder?”

“Pollution and recycling.”

“Oh, yeah.” Eddie acted like he had to think about that one, “That one was kind of boring.”

“I don’t think a 12 year old should write about murder anyways.”

“That’s for when I hit my angsty teenage years.” Quinn said proudly.

“Please don’t.” you replied.

“Here!”

The sudden outburst made you jump a little as Quinn pointed to her favorite pizza shop. She wasted no time as she bolted into the place and picked her usual seat. You and Eddie joined her, admittedly, taking your time.

“Haven’t been here in a long time.” Eddie said, letting out a breath as he got comfortable in his seat.

“We come here all the time. If we aren’t shopping, or playing at the park, or whatever, we’re here.”

“Wow, Q,” you mused, cheek resting on your hand, “You make it sound like we live here.”

“Might as well.” she quipped.

You rolled your eyes playfully, looking over at Eddie, “Trust me, we don’t come here alot-”

“Y/N!” a voice called out.

You turned your attention to the source to see your friend, Lorenzo, waved from behind the counter.

“The usual?” he asked.

“Yes, please!” Quinn said, getting on her knees and looking over the wall of the booth, waving to Lorenzo.

He nodded before disappearing into the kitchen.

“Don’t come here often, but enough to warrant ‘the usual.’“ Eddie rubbed his chin, “Got it.”

“Lorenzo just knows what we like.”

“And what would that be?”

You opened your mouth, but Quinn wound up answering instead, “It’s this really good pizza that’s extra cheesy, and has extra pepperoni. It’s my favorite too.”

“That’s funny.” Eddie smiled, “That’s my favorite too.”

You watched as Eddie and your daughter got swept up in a whirlwind conversation about how pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza, and if anyone likes that, they’re most definitely an alien- And that’s scientific truth… Because she said it. You lost yourself in a daydream.

“You should really be a little more careful about what you eat, Ed.”

“And you should live a little. C’mon, it’s got extra cheese because I know you have a thing for it.”

Eddie turned the box a little and you looked down at the pizza inside. Somehow, a romantic picnic translated into ‘bring the greasiest, cheesiest, pizza smothered in pepperonis.’ You didn’t mind, but it looked like a heart attack waiting to happen.

You rolled your eyes and blew a piece of hair out of your face, making him chuckle a little. Eddie being Eddie, he finished his piece and then went to wipe his face on his sleeve. Thankfully, you stopped him. You leaned over, and very close to his face, gently wiping it with your napkin, “The grease will leave a nasty stain.”

Eddie was flustered, to say the least. His stomach didn’t feel full of food, rather, butterflies, and his eyes roamed your face, admiring the love that was in your eyes. He knew it was directed towards him. You were never good at keeping secrets.

You realized what you’d done and you froze. Your face was so very close to his, your lips were practically touching, and your cheeks felt warm. You slowly lowered the napkin, feeling yourself shrink away from him.

“Sorry, I didn-”

Eddie gently cupped the hand that had the napkin in it, his eyes still locked on yours, “No, uhm.. Don’t.. Be.”

You felt a flood of emotions race over you. There he was, Eddie Brock, the man you were so helplessly in love with. You felt like you’d known him for centuries. He was so close, yet, it didn’t feel close enough.

“I can’t.” you said, sheepishly.

Eddie placed a hand on your cheek and smiled shyly, “Why?”

“It would be weird.”

“Weird?”

“What if we don’t like it- Or if .. Maybe we shouldn’t. It could ruin everything if we did, and I like you too much- I mean, you know what I mean, Ed-”

Eddie pulled you closer and gave you the softest, sweetest kiss you’d ever had. You’d never kissed anyone, but that wasn’t the point. Everything in that moment felt right, perfect even.

He pulled away and you two looked at each other. You smiled crookedly, love drunk, and you giggled quietly, “That’s the nicest way anyone’s ever told me to shut up.”

“Nerd.”

“So, thing’s aren’t weird now, are they?”

Eddie looked up, “Uh, they don’t feel weird so,” he looked back at you, “Nah.”

You felt very courageous out of nowhere as you grabbed his face and pulled him into another kiss. You felt his arms wrap around you and pull you close. You weren’t listening, but you could’ve swore he said he loved you under his breath.

“Y/N?”

You blinked a few times before snapping back to reality and sitting up straight, “Yes?”

“Thought we lost you for a second there. What were you thinking about?” Eddie asked.

“Oh, nothing.”

Something.

“You sure about that?”

“Mhmm.”

Eddie slid a plate over to you, two pieces on it. You looked down at it, feeling a sense of deja vu.

“Figured I’d give you some before we fight over the rest.”

“Oh.” you stared at the food, “Thanks.”

“Sure you’re alright?”

“Dandy.” you smiled at him, “It was just something about a long time ago.”

“Ah.” he replied, “I try not to think about that stuff.. But, can’t help it sometimes.”

“Right.”

The rest of your meal consisted of Q telling a joke or story and Eddie trying to 1-up it, only to get shot down most of the time. You wouldn’t say it aloud, but this was kind of perfect. Almost like a scene in those tv movies you watched way too much of. You didn’t like them, but nothing else was ever on.

Eddie paid, despite you saying it was your treat. You caved when he said he didn’t mind, and if you didn’t let him pay, he would just have to take you guys out again and pay then. You already knew you’d be going out again. It was fate.

“Hey, Eddie,” Q started, sounding shy, “Do you want to watch a movie with us? We always watch movies on the weekends.”

“Again, if your mom don’t mind-”

“I don’t mind.” you sounded like a broken record. You sweetly put a hand on Eddie’s arm, “It’s nice having you around again. Like old times.”

Eddie felt all the emotions he thought he got rid of come surging back. He tried so hard to forget what you guys did, and how things were, because he didn’t feel good enough for you. He stammered trying to find the words.

“Yeah. Like old times.”

You three made your way home, but not before Eddie took the lead, saying rather than waiting, he was going to take you to see the famous Mrs.Chen, that and he wanted some snacks for the whole movie party thing. Q thought it was a great idea.

Eddie opened the doors to the small shop, and Q looked at him for a moment before going in. She was quiet, which was normal when she’s in new places.

“Who is this?” a small woman beamed.

“This is Y/n and Quinn.” Eddie replied.

“Family?”

“Something like that.” Eddie replied, “How are things?”

“Eh, you know.”

Eddie watched you guide Q around, and he smiled to himself as Q seemed to perk up and began searching around. He carried the conversation with Mrs.Chen for awhile, she mentioned how she had some family coming in next week, so the shop would probably be closed.

Q came sauntering over with an armful of various snacks, ranging from popcorn to candy. She lifted her arms and placed the stuff on the counter, “My mom has the rest.”

“You making a snack salad?” Eddie asked, watching you bring the last half of the snacks.

“It’s the best.” Q replied, in her matter-of-fact tone.

Mrs.Chen looked at Eddie quizzically, having memorized all the times he came in here, buying many of the same things for the same reason. She could even hear him saying that it’s a secret recipe for some gourmet meal. Like that made it any better.

You talked to Mrs.Chen as Eddie helped Quinn grab the bags and walk to the door. Liking the same foods? Probably just a coincidence, right? Eddie left with you two with a new nagging feeling. He barely knew this kid, yet he was ready to die for them. Why. This wasn’t like him.

You three made it back to your place and Quinn immediately began making the popcorn. You let her be as you went to get the movies, and Eddie stuck around in the kitchen, watching this 12 year old not destroy everything. She must’ve gotten the tidiness from her mom.. She always cleaned up his messes- Not because he asked, but because she cared.

Quinn opened up some M&Ms and dumped them into the bowl of freshly popped popcorn. She grabbed the licorice and set the bag on top of the popcorn, grabbing the bowl off the counter and carrying it to the living room. Eddie awkwardly shuffled behind.

You were forced to put in Tangled, Q’s favorite movie at the moment. This movie is the reason she talks about being whatever she wants when she gets older. Rapunzel did what she wanted and found out she was a princess, and Q thought that was cool.

“Have you seen this before?” Quinn asked, mouth full of licorice.

“Can’t say I have.” Eddie replied, taking some of the candy.

Not even 20 minutes into the movie and Quinn was out. It was only around 8pm, normally she’s awake until 10. You paid no mind as you covered her up with an extra blanket and carefully placed the snack bowl on the table. you hadn’t noticed Eddie watching you, but he was. You hadn’t changed at all.

You’re still you; the girl he was in love with since middle school. The girl who would always offer him her lunch, knowing he had forgotten his. He hates himself for hardly returning the favor.

“How old is she again?”

“Twelve.” you replied, placing a soft kiss on the girl’s head.

“Ah.”

You looked at Eddie as you sat close to him, “Why?”

“Just, uh, curious.”

“Sure you were.”

“We can put something else on if you want.” you said, grabbing the remote.

“Nah, this is good.” Eddie replied.

“Really? Are you sick?” you put a hand on his forehead, “Where’s the Eddie that always told me princesses were for sissies.”

Eddie giggled as he removed your hand from his face, “Oh, c’mon now, maybe I’ve changed.”

“I’ll say.”

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Uhm.” Eddie hesitated. It probably wasn’t best to bring up certain events on such short notice, seeing as he doesn’t even know what you do for a living. You tilted your head as he looked out the window, “Do you mind if I stay? It’s pretty late.”

You became a broken record again, “I don’t mind, Eddie.”

Eddie felt embarrassed, which was kind of a new feeling for him. What was he supposed to do? Bring up something that happened ages ago? How long ago even was it, he thought, because it felt like yesterday it happened.

You and Eddie finished the movie in peace, and you showed him to the guest room, which was down the hall from your room. You bid him a good night and left him alone to get ready.

He didn’t sleep much that night.

A day turned into a week, and a week turned into a month, and it seemed like Eddie was here to stay. Like a parasite who needed a host. You didn’t mind, actually, you liked having him around. Quinn seemed to get along with him greatly, which put you at ease. You had to tell Eddie to truth. And if he left, well, at least you got it off your chest.

“Eddie?” you asked sheepishly, wrapping your arms around yourself.

The house fell quiet, as Quinn was in her room, probably doing gymnastics off her bed. You told her to be careful, as to not break an arm or a leg.

“Yeah?” he asked, looking at you.

“Can I talk to you about something? It’s kinda important.”

He set his cup down and walked over to you, “Are you okay? You look sick.”

“I feel sick.” you tried to chuckle, but quickly composed yourself, “Look, I need to say this- And if you hate me afterwards, then…That’s fine.”

Eddie didn’t say anything, he just watched your eyes flicker from him to the floor, back to him, to the side. You were trying to get your thoughts to stop racing.

“You remember that, uh, one night in college where we-”

“Yeah?”

“And things got weird after that…”

“Yes?”

“I wanted to tell you then, but you were dating someone else, I thought- I figured, maybe I should just leave it be. You looked happy. I..”

“You’re worrying me.”

“Q is yours.” you blurted out.

“What?”

“Sorry I didn’t say anything, but I-”

“Y/n, how could you?” Eddie asked, more hurt than upset.

“I really was going to tell you, but then the girl I saw.. I mean, I got over it, and I honest to God was going to tell you, but then you told me about this job you got offered, and I didn’t want to mess it all up.”

“Mess it up?”

“You had everything you asked for. I knew if I told you what had happened you’d throw it all away, and you’d be miserable.”

“Miser- Y/n, you make it seem like I was some kind of douchebag.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

You hadn’t even noticed the tears flowing down your cheeks until you physically saw Eddie’s heart sink.

“I was alone when I had her, and I’ve been alone since.. And I was doing okay. But then she started asking, and I wanted to call you.. But I figured you were married and had other kids and what not..” You wiped your eyes on your sleeve, “I convinced myself I didn’t need you.”

“Well,” Eddie said, pausing again, “does it make you feel better knowing that I want to be here?”

“Do you?”

“Y/N I haven’t gone back to my apartment in two weeks.”

“I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you. I just wanted you to be happy.”

“I would’ve been happier with you.”

Eddie pulled you into a warm hug and held you close. Everything felt right again. “I’m not leaving you two.”

You wrapped your arms around Eddie, “I know..”

“So that loser is my dad?”

You both whipped around and saw Quinn, who had waterfalls coming out of her eyes. The child quickly tried to wipe her face as she shrunk away. Eddie moved around you and walked over to Quinn, kneeling down, “I’m afraid so.”

Quinn looked at him, with the same colored eyes as he had, she sniffed. Eddie smiled softly, “Don’t hate me now, do you?”

Quinn jumped into his arms, wrapping her small ones around his neck, “No.”

Eddie hugged Q tightly, “Ah, was kinda afraid you’d want someone else to be your dad.”

Q sniffed, chuckling, “David Hasselhoff would’ve been cool.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“You’re pretty okay, though.”

“I like to think that too, kiddo.”

Quinn moved back and looked at Eddie, smiling at him. Eddie felt his heart swell up, and it felt like he was brought back to life. This was his daughter. He had what he always wanted; A family. He knew that no matter what, he wasn’t leaving. You were stuck with him.

He started playing his life in his head, except it wasn’t past memories, it was the future. He had already planned out what he was going to do next. Marry you. Go out for ice cream, go to the fair, win all the big prizes just for his girls. Maybe get something cool, like a dog.

Sure, he would have to take his time, but that’s alright. He wanted this all to last forever. He looked up at you big a big goofy grin, “Hey, want to go out an celebrate?”

You smiled, “What did you have in mind?”

“Oh!” Quinn shouted, “Ice cream! No, a movie! Dad, please!”

Eddie looked at Quinn. That’s what he was now. Dad.

“Of course.” Eddie said, still in a bit of a daze.

Before he could get up, the little girl hugged him tightly, feeling like all her wishes had come true. She got what she wanted and she didn’t want to let go. The coolest guy in the whole world was her dad, and she wanted to be just like him.

“I love you, dad.”

Eddie smiled and gave her another hug, “I love you too.”

As you three got ready to leave, Eddie realized something. He didn’t have to wonder anymore if there was anything left for him. He didn’t need to wonder if anyone out there even loved him. He had the two most wonderful people in his life, and that’s all he could’ve ever asked for.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Eddie.”

“I’m tellin’ the truth, Y/n/n. Look,” He pointed up into the night sky, “That’s totally the big dipper.”

“That’s the little dipper, look at my book. The big dipper is over there.” You pointed to his left.

“Nah, nah, you got it backwards.”

“You have it backwards, as usual.”

“Either way, I’m still half right.”

“How does that even work if you’re wrong?”

“If my brain is in the right place, I technically don’t think I’m all wrong.”

You looked him over, “Was unaware you had a brain, Edward.”

“Ouch.” Eddie snorted, “That hurts. How do you think I got into this college anyways?”

You looked at the sky again, sighing, “I think you wished on stars one too many times. Or you bribed someone.”

“I didn’t bribe anyone. For your information, I’m always broke.”

You chuckled as you set your gaze on the moon. Eddie watched you for a moment, admiring how the nightly colors seem to wash over you like a painting. He followed your gaze and reclined back on his elbows. He saw you close your eyes from the corner of his gaze, “What are you doing?”

“Making a wish.”

“Loser.”

It was quiet for a moment before you laid back on the blanket on the grass.

“What did you wish for?”

“Can’t tell you or it won’t come true.”

“Laaaaaaaame.”

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think wishes really come true?”

Eddie shrugged, laying back, just like you, “Maybe.”

You rolled onto your side, resting your head on your arm, looking at Eddie, “Don’t laugh at me, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I wished that we would be together forever.”

“Are you twelve?”

You giggled as you reached out and grabbed his hand, “It wouldn’t be that bad, would it?”

Eddie looked at your hands and then at you. You looked at him like he was the only thing you had ever adored in your whole life. He looked at you the same way, “No, it wouldn’t be bad at all. I wouldn’t mind.”

“Thought you’d say that.”

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The Bugs Of The sector Could Squish Us All

The questions that children ask about technology aren’t always clean to reply. Sometimes, their little brains can result in huge places that adults forget to explore. That is what stimulated our series technology Query From An Infant, which makes use of kids’ curiosity as a jumping-off point to research the scientific wonders that adults don’t even suppose to invite approximately. The answers are for adults, but they wouldn’t be feasible without the wonder that handiest a baby can deliver. I need the babies on your lifestyles to be part of it! Ship me their technology questions, and they may function the muse for a column. And now, our Toddler.

Q: What weighs more: all the human beings or all of the Bugs? — Carson S., age 4

This answer1 is perhaps first-class illustrated by means of two unrelated research whose authors likely by no means guessed they’d be used collectively. In 2012, scientists estimated the worldwide human biomass (i.E., how much all of us weigh) at 287 million metric lots.2 Five years later, an extraordinary organization of scientists got down to estimate how lots The sector’s spiders had been ingesting. They came up with a horrifying (if really inexact) estimate of four hundred million to 800 million metric lots’ really worth of prey each year. In other words, simply the subset of Insects eaten by spiders final yr possibly outweighs all the people on earth. Even if the humans are, normally speak, a touch higher off in the long run.

So all of the Bugs clearly weigh extra than all the human beings. however, as you hug your knees and lightly rock, attempting now not to the touch any of the filthy, trojan horse-protected surfaces that surround you at all times, you have to understand that this obvious win for bug kind mask a few severe issues for the Insects and, as a result, for us. Seems, there are fewer Insects than there was once — each in general weight and in phrases of species diversity. And we humans are responsible.

but first, allow’s back up a minute and communicate a chunk approximately why it’s viable for Insects to outweigh people. The sheer number of Insects within the international is a bit tough to fathom. “There are an estimated 10 quintillion bugs at the globe,” stated Julie Peterson, professor of entomology at the College of Nebraska-Lincoln. “That’s 10 with 18 zeros after it, and that’s simply bugs. That’s no longer counting different arthropods like spiders and mites.” bugs — along side ticks, centipedes, spiders and all of the other land-residing creepy-crawlies that we colloquially name “Bugs” — probable constitute as tons as 80 percent of the species on this planet. In contrast, human beings are a single species, made from (as of this writing) 7,386,922, a one hundred ninety individuals.

To make those tremendous numbers less complicated to understand, permit’s flip to an anecdote: Elizabeth Borer, a biology professor on the College of Minnesota, instructed me approximate 982 take a look at wherein an entomologist named Terry Erwin went to Panama and started taking samples of the beetles he observed in one kind of local tree. To do that, researchers fog a tree with pesticide the manner an exterminator would possibly fog a house, and then they count and categorize the unlucky Bugs that fall out. Erwin located more than 955 species of beetles in just 19 trees. no longer 955 person beetles. Species. Based totally on what he knew approximately the prevalence of this form of tree inside the Panamanian woodland and the superiority of beetles in comparison to different types of insects, Erwin came up with a lower back-of-the-envelope calculation that every hectare of Panamanian woodland could be domestic to as many as forty one,000 species of insects — thousands and thousands, perhaps masses of hundreds of thousands, of people residing in an area now not tons larger than multiple football fields.three And this is why Bugs, as an entire, beat human beings in a pound-for-pound weigh-off. character Insects can be small — the most important species, such as New Zealand’s grasshopper-like large weta, top out round 70 grams, Peterson stated — that’s approximately the dimensions of a jumbo chicken egg. but even if you take what Peterson thinks is probable an underestimate of the average trojan horse size — 0.05 milligrams, say — it still adds up by the time you multiply it through 10,000,000,000,000,000,000. that is a numbers recreation, and the Insects are very a whole lot beforehand.

Granted, all of these numbers come from extrapolation and estimation. Scientists frequently do studies like Erwin’s, going to a vicinity and taking samples that tell them what number of Bugs live in a tree, or on one rectangular meter of ground. Take enough samples like that, and also you begin to get an idea of what’s regular for a particular kind of atmosphere. Then it’s just a matter of identifying how tons of that ecosystem covers the Earth and doing the mathematics, Peterson said. The estimates additionally assume that there are quite a few insect species we don’t yet recognise about. One million species of insects have been named and documented, their kind specimens sealed in jars or illustrated in books. There can be more than four million species yet to be catalogued.

And if all of that isn’t blowing your mind, do not forget what those quintillion Insects imply to The world. For starters, they’re an critical a part of the food chain — bird fitness, specially, relies upon on computer virus fitness. Insects also are pollinators, and that’s no longer just bees. Wasps, ants, flies and beetles all get in on that hot plant reproductive gadget motion. And whilst not all of the food we devour relies on pollinators, some of the absolutely true stuff — almonds, avocados, many fruits and nuts, and the alfalfa that feeds our meat animals — does. Then there’s the function Insects play in decomposition. Dung beetles keep the U.S. cattle industry $380 million every 12 months by using breaking cow poop down into dirt, a provider that still allows to position nitrogen — an essential supply of plant meals — lower back into the soil.

Bugs matter, and if scientists realize how many Insects are in a square meter or what the ones Insects weigh, they could get an concept of ways succesful the prevailing trojan horse populace is of doing all of the jobs Insects do. that is what scientists mean once they talk about “biomass.” if you recognize how a whole lot material a unmarried dung beetle is chargeable for decomposing, then understanding what number of dung beetles there are helps you recognize how a great deal can be decomposed. in case you know what number of pounds of Bugs a unmarried chook eats, you then recognise how many birds can live off the Bugs in a Panamanian tree. And the answers to those questions are quite crucial, due to the fact they let you know sensible facts — like whether or not birds can continue to exist in a given habitat, or whether the poop goes to start piling up in your farm.

That means biomass is both a degree of the health of an insect community and of nature as an entire. And this is in which the wacky science of weighing Bugs starts to overlap with the existentially stressful technological know-how of watching helplessly as ecosystems fall apart. Invertebrates, a set that consists of bugs, are poorly studied by using conservation biologists, at the least in comparison to their numbers, and the fitness in their groups can vary plenty through place and species. But the studies that does exist suggests that bugs aren’t doing well. For example, the Global Union for the Conservation of Nature (the group whose research performs a massive position in figuring out which species we consider endangered) tracks best 3,623 species of terrestrial invertebrates — Bugs, essentially, plus worms and some mollusks. but of these, forty two percentage are threatened with extinction. “We’re probable dropping species faster than we will give them names,” Peterson stated.

And you may see this in particular organizations of species, as nicely. A 2015 have a look at took benefit of a protracted history of statistics documenting populations of moths and butterflies in a covered grassland in Germany. It discovered declines within the wide variety of species recorded, from a excessive of 123 within the 1870s to seventy one by the early 2010s. What’s extra, habitat-unique species had been more likely to have been lost. within the 1870s, 50 percent of the moth and butterfly species had been generalists: animals that may thankfully live in many places. via the 2010s, 68 percent were generalists. The species that were specific to those German grasslands dwindled faster. Peterson stated that this pattern is pondered in lots of other locations. Resilient generalists survive, at the same time as the species which could’t adapt as without problems flounder. And that’s terrible for human beings, because the most resilient generalists are the species we bear in mind pests — cockroaches, say, or mosquitoes. “As we lose insect variety, we’re seeing an boom in pest species,” she stated.

We’re dropping pollinators. We’re dropping the food other animals consume. We’re losing the Bugs that bury poop and useless matters and help return waste to the soil.

And the culprit, inconveniently, is us. The largest chance to insect species is habitat loss because of agriculture, logging and infrastructure improvement. And that makes stopping the loss of insects tough, Peterson told me. Often the those who need the Insects the most — for example, the Nebraska farmers who rely upon burying beetles to function undertakers for the lifeless frogs and mice that assist make their farmland fertile — also are the people whose livelihoods depend upon destroying the ones Bugs’ habitat. This beetle was local to the prairie, Peterson said. There’s now not plenty prairie left and, therefore, now not many beetles. However the beetles helped make the wealthy prairie soil, which made their habitat a high-quality location to transform into the farmland that wrecked the beetles’ personal homes. In the event that they die off, that’s now not suitable for farmers. however farmers also can’t simply prevent farming, because a prairie can’t feed people.

There are not any easy solutions. In Nebraska, Peterson said, the Environmental Protection Enterprise now requires farmers who want to apply insecticides to first ensure that there aren’t burying beetles on their land. In the event that they locate those helpful Insects, farmers must use a greater steeply-priced insecticide which could kill pests whilst defensive the beetles. Peterson sees this as a alternate-off: Spend a little extra money now on insecticide so you don’t have to spend as tons on fertilizer later. But the international is complete of hundreds of thousands of conflicts like this — as many as there are species of bugs, probable. There’s nearly no way to make every body, insects and people, satisfied. The Insects would possibly weigh more than us — for now — however we won’t absolutely sense that weight until it’s long past.

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