#i listen to it again the next afternoon I’m like uh. it’s ok

[lilyvines]

all music sounds better at night

[once-upon-an-imagine]

heyy ok so I have this idea with maybe remus lupin or any smart character but your the writer whatever you think best is probably best, anyways so reader is failing a class and is assigned a tutor which would be the character. Anyways character is very in love with the reader and is nervous/flustered  but the reader is more outgoing/flirtyafter a couple lessons at the end the character asked “anymore questions?” And the reader goes “yeah when are you going to ask me out? ”KINDA CRINGE LOOKING BACK BUT TYSM BYE 💜💜💜💜

- submitted by @they-only-want-you-when-your-17

--------

this is sooo cute! I loved it too much, love! I hope you like it too! 😊Warnings: none, this is pure fluffDisclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😊 gif isn’t mine 😊

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Ask Me Out?

You hated Potions. Not just because it was your earliest class and you weren’t a morning person. But because you were absolutely dreadful at it. You insisted it wasn’t your fault. It was your partner’s. When Professor Slughorn decided to make Remus Lupin your partner, you knew it would be useless. 

You were never able to concentrate with him sitting next to you. Maybe it was because he started wearing his hair differently this year. Or because he smelled stupidly good. Or how shy he got whenever he was around you. Or because he had the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. Or because his friends and your friends kept making stupid faces at you so you would make the first move. 

Things got so bad, that Professor Slughorn suggested you got someone to tutor you for this class, and, much to your luck, Remus had volunteered himself to be said tutor. So, not only did you have to control yourself in his class, but now you were spending two afternoons a week with Remus at the Library or the Common Room, trying to listen to what he actually said, instead of getting lost in his beautiful smile. 

“Are you listening to me?” Remus asked, suddenly snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“I uh-” you said, sitting straight instead of resting your head on your hand. “Y-yes, of course, I was, Rem” you cleared your throat. 

“Really?” Remus asked with a beautiful smirk. “Then what is the last ingredient you have to add to the Draught of Living Death before you stir it anti-clockwise?” 

“Oh, uh- w-well, the um… the bean?” you tried with a small smile. 

“Which bean?” 

“I’m guessing not Bertie Bott’s beans?” 

“No” he laughed adorably. “The Sopophorous Bean-”

“Sopophorous Bean” you quickly repeated. “See? That was my second guess!” you insisted and Remus glared at you a little. “I’m sorry, Remus” you sighed. “I know you probably have better things to do with your time than being stuck here trying to teach the unteachable” you laughed. 

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself” he said, his look softening. “You’re not unteachable. You’re doing a lot better now” he encouraged you. 

“Well, to be fair, it’s way more pleasant to look at you and listen to you than to Professor Slughorn” you said, loving the way his cheeks blushed a little. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment” he chuckled. 

“It was” you said, resting your head on your hand again and smiling at him. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Uh, sure” he said, looking through his book. 

“Why did you volunteer to tutor me?” you asked, interested. 

“W-what do you mean?” he asked, nervously. “I mean, you needed help-”

“Well, yes, but I think everyone else would have run for the hills if they had to spend some time with me with fire and so many things that explode around” you shrugged. 

“You’re not that bad” he laughed a little. 

“Remus, I’ve burned more cauldrons than James and Sirius together” you reminded him. 

“W-well, that may be true, but you’re really trying” he reminded you. “So, I’m happy to help as much as I can” he said with a small smile. 

“Well, that’s very sweet of you, Rem” you said, making him look away. “I’m sorry, does it bother you when I call you that? I heard you telling Sirius once you didn’t like it-”

“N-no!” he replied quickly. The only reason he didn’t like Sirius calling him that, was because he did it mocking you. “I don’t mind when uh- when you call me that” he muttered nervously. “Sirius is… just an idiot” he said. 

“Oh” you smiled. “Well, okay” you told him, sitting a little closer to him. 

“Okay, so I think that’s it for today” he said, closing his book before turning to you again. “Anymore questions?” 

“Yeah, just one” you said and Remus nodded for you to go on. “When are you going to ask me out?”

“Uh- w-what-? Um- I’m sorry?” 

“Well, I was just… wondering if you were planning on ever asking me out?” you told him. 

“Y-you want me to ask you out?” 

“If you’d like” you smirked. 

“Well, I um- I would like that, very much” he smiled. 

“Really?” you asked, excitedly. 

“Y-yeah, the only reason why I haven’t asked you is because, I wasn’t sure if y-you’d want me to” he said. “So, um… would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? We can celebrate your ‘O’ on tomorrow’s exam” he said. 

“I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you, Rem” you smiled. “But, I think you’re shooting for the stars, thinking I’ll get an ‘O’, I’ll be lucky if I get an ‘A’” you told him.

“We’ll see” he smiled. 

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

“REMUS!” 

Remus looked up from the book he was reading and he saw you run down the hallway at full speed, causing you to trip and fall but you quickly got back up, and composed yourself, ignoring the laughter and stares from everyone as you made your way to where he was standing with his friends. 

“Are you okay, love?” Remus asked as soon as you reached them

“I’m fine- uh- d-did you just call me love?” you asked with a big smile on your face and feeling your heart flutter at the blush appearing on Remus’ cheeks. 

“I uh- is that okay?” 

“Yes, it is” you nodded happily. 

“Uh, are you okay?” James asked. 

“Yeah, that was a nasty fall” Sirius said, as he tried no to laugh. 

“Oh, I’m fine” you assured them as you tried to compose yourself. 

“You’re bleeding” Peter stated. 

“I am?” you asked, looking at your knee. “Oh, well, whatever is not that bad! Guess what?” you asked excitedly turning back to Remus. “I GOT AN ‘E’!” you said, showing him the parchment in your hands. 

“You got an ‘E’?” he asked, excitedly. 

“In Potions?” Sirius asked, grabbing the exam from you and looking through it.  

“I GOT AN ‘E’” you repeated wrapping your arms around his shoulders before you planted a big kiss on his lips. Remus was surprised for a second but he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“I’m really proud of you, love” Remus said, leaning in for another kiss. 

“Ew, get a room!” you heard Sirius yell when you pulled away and you noticed the blush on Remus’ cheeks was back. 

“Fuck off, Black!” 

The End

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

A/N: I hope you loves like it! :D 

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Against Heaven

Pairing - King Of Hell Tom Holland x Fallen Angel Reader

Summary - A note has fallen with an Angel, bringing heart to heart fluffy feelings but With it comes danger in the right directions!

Warnings - 18+ Angst but not with the couple, mentions of abuse but the abuse does not happen to anyone at all, smut (praise kink, female receiving, sex)

A/N - More to come with part 2, soon! There is also going to be writing on Tom Holland such as Mobster au, his characters such as Nathan Drake, Peter Parker and Arvin Russel. And finally himself. Plus Merman and Prince finale parts are coming soon. Thank you for supporting and appreciating my blog, it has been delightful for me. On another note, the mood boards are still open, if you would like one! Hope you enjoy reading this and my future works. 

Word count - 3.4K+

“Oh, my sweet Angel,” Tom brings his strong arms to cradle you, your white pale wings following you as he lifts you up. “Who left you on the floor, should be shamed!” Tom scoffs as he carries you to his warm, comfortable bed.

You enjoy the heat radiating off of Tom, his arms are like heaven except heaven isn’t warm or safe! That one is to imagine…

You close your eyes, until you feel soft, smooth silk running against your back. Sighing in content as the fluffy covers are pulled over you. But it got better because just as you thought Tom was going to walk away, he didn’t. He lifted up the covers to slide next to you, yet again cradling you like you were his.

“Are you ok, Darling?” He asks, in the most curious way. His voice is so soft like velvet, music flowing into your ears. “Mm,uh” you hummed feeling tired. you are a small, delicate Angel needing your rest when things get to stressed, Tom thought stroking his larger finger tips through your hair to relax you. Kissing your forehead, while you sleep.

Tom feels rage as he knows of heavens attic’s.. pulling you closer into his chest to warm you up.

Later that afternoon, Tom is in the throne room looking at a letter written by Heaven. Tom tuts at the poor excuse of a letter.

We sent an angel, who was no good! No longer pure but full of redness and evil. Do as you please with her, she is no good to us. Feed her to your demons if you will, better place for her. We did not harm her because we know that you will, also didn’t have the time for her pathetic excuse of a life. We have more important things to do and see. Torture her or squish her, do what you like to harm her! We would love to listen to the results of your behaviour towards the useless angel. Yours sincerely, heaven.

He rips it up for a his servant to clear it, looking the other way to a book that entails a powerful secret. Picking it up, wiping the dust off to read the pages clearly. He knew of a secret but nothing much about it, he was intrigued! Smirking at the words he read…

A particular Fallen Angel will present hell, heaven is clueless at what is to come of their actions. They will be out powered at what they thought was weak and useless. Grace of Hell will be crowned, long grace the Queen!

That is why he felt a connection when he picked you up. That is why he wants to protect and love you, Tom thinks. Bashing the doors on his way out, he comes to you just waking up from your slumber. Stretching on his bed, you give him doe like eyes. Tom reached out to stroke your scalp, you purr at his touch. He comes closer pulling you into his arms, smiling at your sounds.

“What is your name, Darling? I am the king of hell, people call me high class titles but you can call me Tom, sweetheart!” He states, feeling your soft, white wings. They are so beautiful like you. You do not feel scared, which is strange considering he is so powerful and deadly. Liking his touch, You are brave to place his larger hand into your smaller one, therefore, Tom graces you with a smile on his face, loving your touch!

“I’m Y/N, your Grace,” you explained, shyly covering your face with your kneels. Tom frowns, “please do not call me anything other than Tom or names of Your choosing.” He gently pulls your kneels away from you, “let me see your pretty face, please don’t hide from me, my love.” You comply, as Tom was pushing some of your hair back behind your ear.

You was confused as he called you his love but you let it go, “what am I doing here?” Asking another question instead. You sit up looking around the bedroom, so unfamiliar yet so comforting. Tom looks into yours eyes as you tilt your head full of curiosity.

“Yes but first As long as I am here, no one can hurt you! Understand sweetheart?” Tom sternly but softly says to you, gently kissing your forehead. You get chills down your body as his lips connect to your skin. “Yes, Tom!” You lightly breathed out, looking in bewilderment.

“That is good!,” He praise but then sighs of what is to tell to you, trying to explain simply.

“Heaven sent myself a letter. They thought considering I’m the king of this realm. I am “evil” and punish souls, which I do but not for no reason, Darling,” Tom quotes, continuing, “They stated that they gave you to hell, pacifically for me to punish you,” Tom grits his teeth, to keep his cool at just thinking how heaven has betrayed you.

You are in shock, tears in your eyes. Looking away at Tom, before he could even get another word in you ran out of the room. Not even knowing where you was going. Tom gasped, “No, darling I’m not going to hurt you,” he quickly ran straight after you, he knew that your reaction was going to be bad. Going to be somewhat scared of him too. It made him feel sick full of hatred, towards heaven the way they thought he would treat his soon to be loved Queen.

He never knew of course, that you was going to end up coming into his life. To make him feel this way, for him to cherish and hold you for a couple of times so far is the world to him! He will happily show it to you and the whole universe too, not afraid of his feelings as he once was.

He caught you just as you was going to lock a bathroom door. He wrapped his strong, protective arms around you. Comforting you with sweet nothings. “Hey, hey, hey, sh sh, I’m not ever going to hurt you my sweet, sweet girl,” he kisses your forehead, “They thought I was going to do something dreadful to you, but instead I fell in love with you, Darling,” He confesses, with a bit of hope of you loving back.

He picked your chin up to look him into his eyes. His heart broke seeing you with glossy, teary eyes “You understand, what I said! no one is going to hurt you because I will always protect and love you no matter what!” You cuddling him back tighter into his warm, toned chest smiling. He wipes your remainder tears from your eyes and cheeks.

Your breathing goes back to normal, feeling content to finally speak, “You are delightful Tom, I know you will never hurt me. I was just shocked with the information, I didn’t know how to deal with it. Sorry for running away, but you caught me in time.” You giggle, “I love you too, softy,” he puts his hand on his chest giving you a offended look, you giggle harder.

“I am not a softy, only for you,” he winked, flirty. “Do you feel a pull towards each other? Because just a few hours to a day Knowing you I feel connected like I was meant to be with you,” you asked, stating the obvious. Tom smiles at your words, Tom takes your hand guiding you back to his bedroom.

“I do too, it’s crazy but it’s wonderful what fate can do for demons and Angles like you and I!” He reply, honestly. Propping you up against his chest on his lap, wrapping his arms around you again. You purr again, Tom chuckles.

“I love your reaction, sweet Angel,” he kisses your cheek, you blush at the feeling. You lean back a bit more feeling his abs, through his thin shirt is a really good feeling.

“I’ve got something else to tell too, My Love,” That is why he calls you, My Love you thought. Tom fidgets with his rings on his fingers, you notice taking his hand to calm him. Smiling towards him to continue. 

Tom turns you around in his lap, so that your facing towards him, “Heaven or anyone does not know this yet, I’ve only just found out today too. We are fated together and I feel so grateful to have you. You are The Queen that I’ve been looking for,” Tom kisses your cheek. “will you do me the honours to be my Gorgeous, powerful Queen, My Love?” He looks into your beautiful eyes. You nodded, consenting into your fate.

Tom smiles snapping his fingers for a beautiful crown appears in his lean, slender fingers. “Just fitted for you, My Darling Queen,” He places it on your head, smiling at you. “Oh my gosh, of course Tommy,” he closes his eyes pulling you into your first kiss on the lips, passionately. His hand gently holding your jaw, your eyes closed as you kiss him back. They are soft and moulded into one another’s perfectly, like fate have said they meant to be forever.

“Pretty crown for a pretty lady,” Tom bops your nose, you giggle. “It’s heavy isn’t it,” you take it off, putting it on the table side. Tom just nods, lifting you up. “Do you want to change, beautiful,” looking at your night gown, seeing that it was still on you. “You have a whole wardrobe full of dresses, you can say when you want something new,” Tom points over, where the doors lead to your clothes. “Thanks,” you kiss his cheek.

Getting off his lap to pick out a dress. You hold up two beautiful dresses. “What do you think? This one or this one,” you ask Tom’s opinion, showing him the dresses. “Love, you can decide but if it makes you happy the red one gotta be matching,”He smiles winking, butterflies going up to your stomach. You smile wider, taking the red dress off the hanger to wear it.

“You need help? sweetheart,” You nod, he comes behind you to help you with the strings to your dress. Pulling them tighter, “is that tight enough, Princess?” “Yes, it’s good thank you,” you smile, to face Tom. You tippy toe to Kiss him sweetly on his lips. He chuckles, that your shorter than him.

“God, you look Gorgeous baby,” Tom compliments you.

You and Tom walk down the hall holding hands to the throne room, since business needs to be attended. You see that there are two thrones, one for the king and one needed for a Queen. The chairs are very high, Tom lifts you up onto your throne. “Do you like your chair?” he whispers, kissing your cheek. You giggle nodding at his silly behaviour.

“Do you want to sit on my lap, or do you want to sit in your own chair, sweetheart?” Tom questions, smirking. Your eyes lit up to the question. “I’m a sit in your lap,” you shyly, said bringing your arms for Tom to pull you back down. He chuckles, kind of knowing your answer. He sits on his throne, and lifts you up onto his lap. “There where you belong, my Queen,” he kisses your cheek, you giggle. “My king,” you whisper, smiling. “Yes, my love” Tom whispers back. “Nothing, I was just calling you My king,”you giggle, he smiles. “So precious,” kissing you.

His Dark black wings go around you as the large doors open. People, his subjects coming through to the gathering. They look up to see you on his lap, some where praised at how lovely looking you were. Some was not happy for their king. They know not to say anything unless it’s positive or their king will have their head! His subjects asking questions and business is normal, being the king of hell.

They know not to look at his Queen, as he secures his arms round you. While he listens to the enquiries, he strokes the back of your head near your neck. Watching souls for the next bit of time as subjects go out through the door but one demon always needs correcting!

Tom turns his head into the direction of the demon looking at what is his. “Respect your Queen, keep your eyes off of her you Runt,” Tom growls, you whimper as his sudden tone. The demon apologises immediately. Tom notices you are afraid, “sh, sh sweetheart, it’s ok,” he coos, kissing your cheeks, You smile.

“Do you want to go the bedroom? darling, you look tired.” Tom lifts you up, taking your hand to take you to bed. You nod, as you arrive to the bedroom. You change into Tom’s top, he smiles noticing you in his top. Stripping to just his boxers, Tom climbs into bed. He takes you into his arms, “Are you ok? Darling,” Tom asks, playing with your hair. Your laying against his chest on your back, “yes, are you?” You close your eyes so relaxed at his touch. “Yes,” Tom kisses your head.

“Go to sleep, My Love,” Tom whispers, pulling you closer. You closing your eyes, “Goodnight, Tommy,” you whisper, “Goodnight My Queen, love you so much, Darling.” Tom whispers, back kissing your forehead. “Love you so much too, Pretty boy,” you giggle, Drifting to sleep.

Tom got up next morning, kissing his beloved on the cheek. You stir, wrapping yourself into the covers more, still asleep. Tom walking down the Dark, red hallways writing a note, to heaven.

I dismiss your concerns of this Angel, sweet innocent souls are to be privileged! Up roar will bring you no greater to good of your words. You are neither good as I am, it’s disgusting how you treat your people. However, you do not need to worry about this Angel that has fallen. Yours sincerely Hell…

Tom signs the paper sending it off to his servant to send to heaven. You come through the door.. “Haz, is that you?” He turns to you wrapped up around your fluffy blanket. “Hello, Darling,” he wraps his arms around you, cooing at how cute you are. You nod, your wings fluttering as he touches you. Sensing that your protected and comfortable. He smiles, petting your head, such an innocent soul you are. You rub your face against his grinning, petting his curly locks as he did yours. “Hi, mmm your warm,” you giggle, snuggling up to him more.

“Do you not get enough heat,” Tom chuckles, you shook your head. “Your such a tease, Tommy,” you stated walking towards the door. Begging him to follow you to your bedroom. He takes your hand, you look so adorable with your blanket around you. You make him sit on the bed, you straddle him.

Locking lips so pure and heavenly, tasting such sweetness was actually forbid in heaven. It was such a sinful act before marriage, even in public or in private unless the circumstances of normal life. For instants not sex for pleasure, to full fill your needs and desires. Tom puts his hands on your waist, rubbing up and down.

You getting wet by the minute at his touch! A pure Angel doing such sinful acts makes you feel on top of the world. You grin as you rock your hip on Tom’s lower bulge in his pants. You Throw your head back a bit letting out a moan. “Mm, that’s it baby girl, that’s it moan for me sweet girl!” You let out another moan, feeling great as your wetness gets spread. Tom turns you around, so he can feel you properly. That blanket and your clothes long gone now!

You whimper as Tom drags his fingers to your needy Cunt, he slides the soaking wet thongs off of you. “Your soak darling, my needy little girl,” he kisses you, teasing with his tongue. He puts one finger in while his thumb is rubbing on your clit very lightly. “You like that don’t you pretty girl?” He asks licking his lips, smirking. You nod. “Use your words, Princess,” he corrects you.

“Yes, Tommy!” You squish your thighs together. “No, baby open your legs, let me take care of you,” He parts your legs again, while going deeper into your soaking wet pussy. “That’s it, such a good girl,” he whispers, praising you. “It feels so good Tommy,” you moan as you fuck yourself against Tom’s long, slender fingers. Tom brings his other large hand onto your tit, massaging it.

“Are you close, baby, are you going to cum for me sweetheart,” he kisses your head, finger fucking faster as you cum. “Ahhh, Tommy fuck I’m going to cum,” “cum for me darling, there is a good Angel,” he coos into your ear as you release your high. Lifting you up to sit the other way to face him, you dry hump his cock. His length being so tight underneath his boxers and trousers.

“Darling, what are you doing?” He Questions as you go down, trying to undo his trousers. “Need you,” you whimper, like you are in heat. “Baby girl, let me,” he chuckles standing up taking off his clothes. Tom takes off your remainder of clothes as you moan humping on his hard cock. “Can you fuck me now Tommy,” you grinned, at him wrapping your arms around his neck. Feeling his soft, gorgeous locks.

“I’m a going to fuck you so good, My Queen,” He says with a hint of possessive nature. You grin wider loving at how possessive and strong he can be. He takes the tip and you slowly go down with it being inside you, you moan at the feeling. “Is that ok, can I move Darling?” “Yes” you moan barely getting a word out. He thrusts up to your needy little cunt, you gasp. “Feels so fucking good Tommy,” you throw your head back and moan really loudly.

“That’s it baby, your doing so well, such a good girl, my good girl,” Tom praises you, he pounding into you quicker. “Fuck, Darling your cunt is squishing me so Fucking good,” Tom grunts, as he pulls out and goes back in again. “Aweee, Tommy,” you moan so fucking loud. “That’s it baby scream my name so the whole of heaven, knows I’m fucking my gorgeous, sexy Queen,” he growls, holding you tighter as you both come closer.

“I feel so good, Tommy fuck me, fuck me harder,” you scream in pleasure, “as you wish, Darling,” he fucks you harder even if that is possible, hitting your G spot. “I’m going to cum Tommy,” you gush as Tom hits another good spot. “I’m close too, darling, where do you want me to cum darling?” He asks, smiling. “Inside me please,” you moan, “yes, I’m going to cum inside my Queen,” Tom moaned, pumping his load into your walls. White, sticky cum dripping out of your pretty pussy. As cum filled you up it trigged your high, you release as you feel his seed.

Your faces are in bliss holding one another. “Fuck, you good Darling?” “Yes,” you get your breathe back as you both come down from your highs. Tom hugs you tighter to comfort you, because let’s face it he is really big on after care! He kisses and coos at you. Putting new clothes on the both of you, he tightens your corset just enough for it not to fall down. Kissing your shoulder, as your in-front of the mirror. “My beautiful Queen, so strong yet so precious,” he continues “you are drop dead gorgeous, love you so much My Love.” Kissing your cheek, you giggle.

Turning around his arms to kiss his lips. “Your my Handsome King, love you so much too Tommy.” You reply kissing him again, he smiles. “Are you hungry, My Dear?” He asks, holding your hand stroking it. You nod, he Leeds you to the dinning room. You being a cluster thou, tripped over your dress, nearly falling over on your face.

“Ah, fuck,” as you fall but Tom caught you in an instant with his strong, vein popping arms. You laugh at how he caught you. “Darling, you good? Please be careful,” kissing your cheek. You nod, taking his hand again. Tom pulls a chair out for you, pushing you into the table.

You see one of your favourite meals, “it looks amazing Tom, thank you,” you kiss his cheek, “your welcome, Darling,” he kisses your cheek back. You eat and laugh about different subjects, feeling so natural around Tom like you have been knowing him for years. “Your such a sweet Angel, My Love,” Tom flirts, taking your hand into his. He really does adore you, hoping to get power over heaven sometime soon!

[malevolantkitcheen]

halloo!! halloo!! hhiiii!! helloooo xDDD !! HOW R U??? R U DOING OK?? Hopefully u are!!! >_< i apologize in advance if my writing is incoherent, i js got home from uni, im tired asl.. :P u can do sfw w a mix of nsfw ffirst of allll things since i heard ur doing matchups for jjk heres some stuf abt me :DDD im andre, ppl usually call me ray ray though im a guy.. (shocker) i like guys too (shocker) as for what i look like im 5'3 (i know), im somewhat chubby? idk how to describe it, its like ur normal but u have some squish and fat on u ykwim. one thing i like about myself is that ive got an hourglass figure :D I like my curves even if im a guy if that makes sense. im like a semi tan. i grew my hair out, neck length. layered, looks like a.. uh.. an overgrown wolf cut. my bangs look like twilight sparkle's lmao. anyways, i always liked wearing feminine things, sometimes i can be masculine, js sometimes. i put on makeup MOST OF THE TIMEEE. my wardrobe is filled with mini skirts and rhinestone belts and all that cool stuff. i like dressing up ok..

as for my personality im an infp. but to go deeper into it.. i like people, i js dk how to make friends, its so bad that i dont even have online friends.... butttt my 2 friends often describe me as a ray of sunshine :33 probably why they call me ray ray. i care a lot for my friends.. i rarely get mad.. i like everyone!!! js not my parents. i have daddy and mommy issues (shocker). i like yapping too, i talk a lotttt about my interests. IM A HUGE NERD WHEN IT COMES TO WHAT I LIKE. i can talk about it for hours and hours without my mouth feelin dry. i like music too. i listen to brutal death metal, and vocaloid >_< thats all really... hav a greatttt dayyyyyy!!!!!!

Good afternoon lovely, I hope you’re doing good! I’m doing okay :3 (also, great music taste 🙏)

For Jujutsu-Kaisen, I match you with….

Kento Nanami

- Nanami first noticed you at a passing glance, whilst you were sat having coffee with your friends. You were deep in conversation and were very visibly extremely interested in what you were talking about. He didn’t really recognise you so he just assumed that you had just moved into the city; he was pretty good at recognising and observing people. There was just something about you that intrigued him, something that drew him in. Of course he couldn’t just stray away from his routine due to him working but he planned on coming back the next day, in hopes that you would be there again. He was desperate even just to share a glance with you. Anything would suffice.

- The next morning on the way into the city, Nanami ensured that he passed that same coffee shop, and as hoped, there you were, once again conversing with your friends, the sun beaming down onto you. It highlighted every detail, every angle, every crease from your smile on your face. Nanami couldn’t help but stare, blushing as he did so. Only this time, you could feel someones eyes on you, causing you to turn to meet his eyes. You gave him a sweet smile, causing him to quickly turn away and carry on with his walk. You couldn’t help but think about this all day; who was he and why hadn’t you seen him before?

- This exchange continued to happen for the next couple of days until he finally mustered the courage to actually come and speak to you. You were in the queue, about to pay for you drink when you turned to see Nanami stood beside you: “We’ll also take a small black coffee with that”. Before you can even utter another word he had already paid. Of course you thanked him but you were a little set back by the whole situation as you weren’t expecting it. You weren’t complaining that you finally got to be around him, you just didn’t think that you would actually see the day.

- Nanami couldn’t help but glance from your eyes to your lips as the two of you spoke, his mind continuously wandering. You noticed it of course, never failing to fluster each and every time, just hoping that it would become more than just a glance, causing you to stutter every time you opened your mouth. “Something wrong hm?” , he says smiling to himself.

[ofbluesandyellows]

Nine: Jitterbug Love - Eddie Munson/Reader

Word count: 6,434

a/n: this one is cute... enjoy :)

Previous chapter

It took you a few weeks to get back to your routine. Your roommates were barely aware you were around, they only spoke to you when it came to making food or paying taxes, but not for the fun stuff. Your mom on the other hand had almost thrown a party in your name, she was happy you came back earlier than planned, a chocolate cake awaited for you when you came back from your first week of college on a Friday afternoon.

A little note was on the side of the cake, an empty glass securing it in place.

Happy first week honey, I’m at the salon, hope you like the cake. x

“Of course I like the cake.” You said to no one as you sliced it and plated it, ready to chug it down.

A happy moan escaped you as you ate, using this as motivation to clean your room, you usually spent the weekends at your little apartment with your roommates back in the Upper West Side–you could get to college faster than back in Queens–but they were not coming back until the next day, some welcoming party they didn’t want to invite you, not even when you helped them choose their outfits, they were not mean but they definitely weren’t Robin nor Steve.

You sighed; you’ve been doing that a lot since you got back.

The cassettes the kids had given you were placed on the desk in your room, you haven’t touched your suitcase since you got back, practically two weeks ago. Someone had to wash the dirty clothes, so this was as better time as any to do so. You didn’t have much in your schedule anyway.

Unfolding jeans and separating color clothes from black and white ones, you played Max’s cassette. Pretty punk, girl power songs were the fuel to keep you going with the chore. As you pulled a shirt out of a nest of clothes, a piece of paper went out flying.

Nancy Wheeler, it read, her phone number perfectly written. At least Steve had nice handwriting.

You bit the side of your cheek… after a second of looking at the number you shrugged, taking the phone from your mom’s room you dragged it to yours. Closing the door you dialed. There were plenty of chimes, until a man answered. Mr. Wheeler had always been a grumpy man, so you went straight to the point. You heard how the man shouted for Nancy to pick up the phone, and after a minute she did.

An exasperated grunt sounded before she could talk.

“Who is this?”

“Hi, Nancy it’s y/n, I’m sorry for calling all of a sudden, Steve gave me your number and I just decided to call you, how are you?” you wanted to self palm yourself, the rambling inevitable, but that was the way; politeness first, then business.

“Uh, yeah y/n of course, Hi. I’m good, what about you?” she sounded bored to you but sure she probably had better things to do.

“It’s all good, just um… listen I know this is awkward specially because we were never close, not even friends back in school but I’m in New York now and an idea came to me, it’s different from what you’re doing at the moment with the school paper and such but maybe if you are interested in the future, would you like to work with me? I mean, I have a magazine project in mind, it’s for college, very in the works, don’t know what I’m naming it or anything but if you find it slightly interesting would you mail me? or call me? I’ll give you my number, do you have something to write with?”

Silence, you gulped closing your eyes, it was the fast Robin kind of rambling again. Shit, you always ruined these things doing so, it surprised you to hear her laugh.

“That was a lot for a first time call” you heard shuffling on the other line, “listen, I have a few things going on right now but sure… What kind of magazine are we talking about though?”

You felt the tug at the end of your lips going upwards, a light flutter in your chest “oh god, are you serious? Wow for a second I thought you had hung up on me. Wow, um ok so… it’s mostly a music magazine you know like Rolling Stone, but made with a female perspective, with interviews, maybe some movie recommendations, and I don’t know perhaps we can add a few other important things that are happening in our society respecting girls, it’s basically that.”

“Wow,” she sighed, “that actually sounds interesting… I like it, don’t take it the wrong way but this is a little ambitious for just the two of us.”

“No, yeah you’re right but it’s just the beginning. Listen, this is just like the main idea, we can work on it and polish the whole concept, I just need a few people that I can count on and build this slowly, so are you in, Nancy Wheeler?” you were twisting the phone chord so tightly around your index finger it was starting to turn a sickly kind of purple.

“I don’t know how you’re planning on putting this into a real magazine but yeah, count me in! Why not?!” she giggled and you let out a big puff of air out of your lungs.

“Hell yes! That’s amazing Nance, can I call you Nance? Oh god, okay um… do you think Jonathan would be interested in helping?”

Nancy snorted, “I think I can convince him, don’t worry about it.” A big grin spread on your face, this was the first good thing that came out of your trip to Hawkins, well that and your friendship with Steve… and Eddie, but that was another topic.

“Fantastic, ok well, I can give you my number and we can discuss this with more detail. I still need to talk to my teacher about it and see if I can use it for a dissertation project or something but yeah, cool… I’m rambling now, just tell Jonathan and let me know, do you have paper and pen?”

“Yes,” you gave her both your number and the one of your apartment “got it!”

“Ok cool,”

“Um, thanks for considering me, this can be a good thing, for lots of people.” Nancy said, your heart felt full in that moment.

“Don’t mention it, it was like a collective idea, I’m glad you’re giving me and this crazy idea a chance. Well, I'm gonna leave you alone for now, thanks Nance.”

“Thanks for calling y/n, talk soon.”

The line died and you plopped on your bed, the bubbly feeling starting to rise from your belly, this was good.

☼

Halloween arrived in the blink of an eye, it had been two weeks since you talked to Robin and Steve, they had way too much work for you to interrupt them. So it was set as an obligation for you and them to have a phone call the night of Halloween. Ten at night and you dialed Steve’s phone number, the line chimed more times than you cared to count, but you waited, they were the only lucky ones you waited for to pick up.

“Harrington with H of Hello.”

“Ugh, that was awful Steve, please just stick up with Hi,”

“Oh look who it is, miss grumpy pants. Nice to hear from you, miss-I’m-too-busy-for-my-friends.” You heard him munching something.

“Me? You were the ones that didn’t call, I waited for hours and last time I did call, you were all ‘oh no I have so much work and my date is in one hour’ whiney dork.”

“Hah, so funny guys, first of all that was an outrageous imitation of me.”

Robin’s laugh floated to your ear, “He is a whiney dork, and I had to do all the stuff he didn’t just so Keith wouldn’t fire him.”

“This is exactly what I don’t like about our group calls, you always attack me.”

“See? He whines too much.”

“Shut up Robin. Are we going to watch the movie or what?” Steve interrupted the banter.

“Fine, do you have snacks and all?” you asked, opening a can of soda, placing it on your bedside table, right beside a half eaten chocolate bar.

After forty minutes and a break for the bathroom, your room’s door opened.

“Can I use the phone?” Katia opened the door of your room, you had popcorn all over your shirt, a melting square of chocolate on your fingers. She grimaced when she glanced at you.

“Uh… no? I’m using it, weren’t you supposed to be at that party of lawyers you were bragging about the whole week?” you cocked an eyebrow.

Katia grunted. “I just wanted to call Justin so he could pick me up.”

“Well, it’s a shame you won’t be able to.” The chocolate got placed in your mouth, warm and tasty.

“Are you talking to Robin?”

“Yes, wanna say hi?”

“Hello Katia,” Robin shouted from the other line, speakerphone now on.

“Hi Robin, I expect a better Christmas gift this year, last year’s was trash.”

“It’s what you deserve after what you gave me.”

“Oh fuck you then.”

“Always nice talking to you.”

“Whatever,” Katia rolled her eyes but smiled. “See you later y/n, don’t eat all the ice cream or I’ll kick your ugly ass.”

You flipped your finger at her, she walked away chuckling.

“She’s such a doll.” Steve’s sarcasm made you grin.

“She’s okay, the only thing is that she thinks she’s better than the rest of us.”

“Dudes the best part is about to happen, shut up.” Robin said and yes the slayer movie started to get bloody.

The whole mechanics of synchronizing your TV VHS player with theirs took a while, but you managed to play it at the same time after several tries.

To you Fredy Krueger wasn’t that scary but you thought that maybe if it wasn’t Halloween you would totally freak out if you saw him on a regular Wednesday in your dreams.

“Jesus, that looks way worse than my period.” You mumbled to no one.

“Please don’t start.” Steve quickly said before you three grunted, made gagging noises and hissing sounds when someone died. “Yep, that was a lot of blood.”

“I don’t think I'll be drinking the rest of my wine anymore,” you said, gulping, giving a glance at the cup by your side, the soda far gone now.

“Wine? You're drinking wine!”

“Hell yeah Robs, you know I can’t stand horror shit so I need to be tipsy to handle the stress.”

“Who’s whiny now.”

“Zip it Steve.” You and Robin said. Your soft laugh made Robin do the same.

“Also it’s the cheap kind, so don’t expect much from it, Harrington. Carton wine isn’t as fancy as your dad’s damn bar.”

“You got a point there… So now we watch the new addition to Family Video horror collection?” Steve said far away from the phone.

“Child’s Play it is.” Robin sighed, pretty satisfied with her pick.

“Shit, guys you really don’t want me to sleep tonight.”

“Who said anything about sleeping, we are partyiiiiing.” Steve shouted in a weird voice, making you laugh.

After taking out the tape you put the new one on, good thing that they had a copy available at your local video rental. You curled up with a blanket and your snacks, you spilled a few drops of soda every now and then whenever Chucky did something funny, like running, or when it was all burnt but the thing didn’t feel like dying anytime soon. Steve and Robin made the experience more like a comedy than a horror one, which you appreciated and made you miss them way more than before.

✤

The first bash of snow rested on the streets of New York, it was a week before Christmas, which meant buying your friends gifts that were not shitty and were definitely overpriced but still the whole ritual was kinda therapeutic to you.

For Jonathan and Nancy were easy to pick, you bought a bunch of film rolls for the Byers guy, different IOS exposure and a mix of b&w and color ones, plus a camera lens filter for cold tone photos. Nancy, you were in between buying her a nice fluffy sweater in pastel tones, the poem collection of Sylvia Plath and a new diary. You opted for the latter, you weren’t sure if that was her style, she was very into fashion and you were not so it was better to give her something she could use plus a nice set of colorful pens.

Katia and Sharon weren’t your friends in the very sense of the word but they were cool and did things for you like sometimes paying rent when you were a little late with the payments, so they got scented candles and a box of chocolates each.

For the teens in Hawkins was a hard thing specially because you weren’t sure what they liked, well except for Dustin the kid was very specific on comics so you bought a bunch of Marvel stuff for him, all from the X-Men to Spider-Man. Lucas was all into sports and music so He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper album was a no brainer when you saw it with a Christmas discount, it was still a rip off but the kid deserved it. Will, you cared so much for him you had to be very careful where to buy artsy things that were the quality he needed, so a box of pastels, a special block for them and a watercolor set got nicely wrapped in a shiny christmas-y paper.

Max got a new set of wheels for her skateboard along with a cassette you found from a french punk band. You knew she was going to like it especially when she felt angry, at that age you were always angry and ready for a fight. You found Max to be a lot like you, which made you want to protect her and be always there for her.

Things got a little harder when the Steve and Robin gifts had to be chosen. It could either go excellent or down the hill to ‘the worst gift given in history’ like that one year Robin gifted you some socks she found “cute”, they had blue frogs who wore cowboy hats. That was not the worst part, it was that the socks were too little for you to wear so they ended at the bottom of your drawer. The never used pair of socks.

It’d be a lie to pretend you knew what Steve needed other than therapy and a hug. You guessed a comb would be as good as any other gift but it was cheap and you were not ready to ruin your friendship with him thanks to a comb. The sight of a blue sweater screamed Steve to you, a button down sweater was good, he looked good in blue so why not. That and a compact mirror with the symbols of the Rebel alliance in Star Wars, after that Obi-Wan reference that seemed very appropriate.

And Robin, you had found a set of pins since early February, those were destined for her the moment you saw them, they were all David Bowie, that was the symbol of your friendship, if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t be friends with her so you took them without questioning the price, it was right, and now you needed something else to form the perfect Christmas present. It didn’t show itself to you until the moment you were about to give up and go home.

A mug with an orange-y bird standing on a branch, it was perfect, handmade, hand-painted, just the ideal mug for Robin, a Robin mug, literally. If someone would appreciate that would be her, you were certain about it, you two had the same sense of fucked up humor, so it got secured in a box filled in with newspaper and that got into a bigger box with the address of Robin’s parent’s.

It was a cold morning, when your mom had sent you to buy a few things in preparation for Christmas. Brooklyn was one of your favorite places to walk around, it was a bit less crowded than downtown and there were always Christmas markets in random streets. You ended up buying a new pair of pink jeans with yellow flowers on them, and a few books, poetry and magazines you could use for inspiration for your new project, but it was the sparkle of silver chains that caught your attention.

Belt chain formed with little skulls, it was all Eddie, it’d be mistake not to buy it, so you didn’t think much about it, maybe it was a sign for you to try and stay friends with him, at the end of the day he was part of the Hawkins gang and you didn’t want him and the teens or your two musketeers to be vexed with each other.

It got inside a blue silver-like wrap, it lied on your bed for a few hours once you got home, you weren’t sure if sending it was a good idea but at the end of the day you placed it at the bottom of the box, where you couldn’t see it, as if that was enough for you not to think about it. You checked your list and yes, you had gifts for everyone, even Mike and El, you didn’t know them well so a scarf got folded for Mike and a set of shimmery makeup for El also got a spot inside the box. The shipping wasn’t cheap but it was worth it.

So worth it you got a call from Robin the moment it got delivered at her door.

It was the morning of Christmas Eve when she called, you just got your own package as well sitting at the foot of your bed, it was a big box filled with gifts, she put an extra bag of candy for your mom and one box of chocolates for your roommates; who were not impressed but at least it wasn’t just a Christmas card.

“Did I just see a gift for Eddie here?” Robin wondered but you caught her wry tone.

“Oh my god Robin! Don’t open it!”

“Jesus, okay sorry I just saw the package. I mean, I’m in charge of delivering all these, I’m practically Santa, therefore I need to know the list of names of the well behaved kids, am I right?”

“Ugh okay yes, it’s for Eddie, the thing is how did you know it was for him, it has no tag on it?”

She giggled “well… I took a peek and the skulls are pretty much his thing so… yeah sorry.”

“Knew it… you are too nosy, but I forgive you because you got me a new corduroy tote bag, and these cool markers… but tell me, what do you think?”

“Uh, about what?”

“Dude…” you slammed your palm on your forehead, “about Eddie’s gift, of course!”

“Well, it’s nice, very nice I’d say, but don’t worry I won’t tell Steve because he’s gonna be jealous about you giving Eddie jewelry when he got a sweater.” She scoffed

“But it’s a nice sweater.”

“It is, maybe I’d tell him you got him nothing so I get to keep the sweater… hah just kidding the material feels itchy on my skin, but he’ll love it.”

You grinned, “Open your present now, I wanna hear the reaction.”

“Hmmm okay, must be a nice one.” The line went silent for a moment then you heard your best friend screaming loudly as she picked the phone again, her voice sounded very high pitched and raspy, “This is the absolute best, are you fucking joking! The pins are going straight to my working vest, so I can see them all the time… and this mug, oh!”

If she could only see you, you had the biggest grin, your cheeks were starting to hurt, dammit! You wish you could be there to see her reaction in real time.

“You know you are the best right? Like yes it sounds biased when I just got the most perfect gifts ever but you truly are the best friend I could have ever asked for, and no gifts, no money, no long distances would change how thankful I am to have you in my life. Honestly, it sounds so cheesy but it’s true. I love you dude, just wait until you see the rest of the gifts, especially those mixtapes.”

She squealed and you started to open yours, it was a tradition now, you had always opened the gifts the day they arrived at either your house or hers, this year was extra special with extra gifts for you at least.

Yes, there were two mixtapes, one with the name of ‘the last-first party of the year’ and the second one had nothing on it, which was odd but you didn’t ask questions, you were sure Robin was not going to answer any of them.

“I know my present is the best one but what did Steve give you? That dingus didn’t want to tell me.”

It was a pink wrapped present, when you ripped it open the box came onto view, it was not a common box it was a jewelry box made of wood, your heart squeezed when you opened it, depicting a picture, one you weren’t sure when was taken but it was Robin, Steve and you at Family Video watching a movie, you were almost sure it had been taken by Dustin, because it was simple, like very in the moment. You were looking at the tv, you three midway to a laugh, cheeks rosy and you seemed happy.

“Did he give you the photo too? And the book?” Robin asked when you gasped.

“Uh yes,” you couldn’t help but hug the small book against your chest, it was the three musketeers book, “which one did he get you?”

“It’s the second novel,”

“I got the third one,”

“He must have the first one, he is sentimental like that isn’t he?” Robin said giggling.

“Yes, but it’s cute.”

You felt full of love, noticing how Steve cared for simple yet meaningful things, next year you had to give him something handmade, that was your mission, make him feel important and special.

“Max gave me a tie dye shirt.” Robin took you out of your train of thought.

“Same here, I think she is more into practical stuff than us, it is cool though.”

“Totally. We can wear matching outfits when we see each other.” Robin said with clear excitement.

“I like that, what did Dustin get you and why is a handmade D&D guide for dummies?”

“He got me that plus a coupon for a free lesson, that kid needs to learn a few things.”

“I’m regretting spending my money on him.” You grunted.

“Lucas really put some effort in this, he made us all the New Year's mixtape, he said we could play it along together when the clock strikes eleven thirty, so it plays for exactly thirty minutes and we can listen to the last song of the year all at the same time, then the other side on the first half hour of the new year…”

“That is cheesy—if I was to say something—but I appreciate it, he better put some good tunes there.”

“He has cool music taste so I trust the boy.”

“No way Will did this cartoony portrait for us, mine is so funny, wow if I were to say that any in the gang was destined for success I’d put Will on the first spot because he has some skills.”

You were in total awe at the image you had in your hand, it was you scrunching your nose with glitter on your eyelids and a very punk vibe, you weren’t sure you gave away that aura of coolness.

“He showed me his progress and I think he captured you pretty well, like strong but also nice? I don’t know, it gives off both kind of opposite perceptions of you.”

“Hmmm… am I that intimidating, I look angry.”

“No, it’s just that you know what you want, and that you are very… um listen you are like Steve in the sense that you give off intimidating energy but in the best way possible.”

“That sounds so horrible, Robin, we better change the topic.”

“Yes, that’s what we should do… uh Jonathan and Nancy sent you like the biggest shit ever, why on earth would they pay for a typewriter? Is Nancy now your new best friend? After all we’ve been through?” she squealed, but your laugh was the hint she needed to understand it wasn’t about that.

“It’s for work, I’m working on this magazine project. If you are interested in sharing some of your film opinions and recommendations I have a spot open.” You bit the inside of your cheek.

Robin started laughing, but you kept silent, hence she stopped the mocking, “wait you are serious, oh my god yes! Absolutely, shit dude why didn’t you tell me oh my god, wait—that’s why they’ve been traveling so much, right? Mike was showing off how Nancy had bought him merch from some weird nerd store he likes from Chicago. Shit! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

It was true, Jonathan and Nancy had bought a typewriter for you, you had only agreed to it because it wasn’t new and you paid half of the price, they decided to pay the rest as their Christmas present to you. Still it was a very dope gift, you had received it only two days earlier than the gang’s own box of presents.

“Yes, to all of it, and I didn’t tell you before because it’s still pretty much in the works, we are working on names right now so if you have any ideas I’m very happy to hear them.”

“I mean, not at the moment but surely I’ll come up with something. Y/n this is great, I can send you reviews of some of my favorite films and you can decide what to post. This is so cool, Steve is gonna love it.”

Mike and El got you a bunch of stickers and a handmade pen holder made out of a can of something that still smelled sweet, it had more stickers on and lots of ribbons. It was nice. Definitely better than nothing.

Still there was the cassette at the bottom of the box.

“Uh Robs, you guys put an empty cassette here or does it actually have some music?” you had to ask because it had no name, and no indication that it had been recorded.

“It has music, you should listen to it but I recommend you to do it when you are alone, with headphones on and just with an open mind…”

You snorted, “okay… is this some kind of joke? Because I do not appreciate jokes on holidays.”

“It’s not a joke, geez you should trust me I’m your best friend.”

Facts. Still there was something sketchy about it.

“Right,”

And you did what Robin advised, it was Christmas, two in the morning and you were ready to call it a night, your mom and aunt were a little tipsy taking over the karaoke so there was no point in trying to mingle.

The door on your room closed, the mixtape rested on your bedside table. Feeling deep inside you that you should listen to it, maybe it was the Christmas spirit or just your brain trying to find a way to muffle your aunt’s horrible howls when she sang Astral Weeks .

The cassette got placed inside your walkman, headphones on. White noise, being the only thing you heard, for a second you thought Robin had played you a prank, but the voice you heard next made your chest clench.

“Henderson, are you sure this shit is being recorded because I swear to christ if you’re just-“

“It is recording Eddie please you're talking about me, when have I let you down?”

“Uh yeah I'd rather not answer that… shit ok… hi, um y/n I hope you're listening to this… I don't know when but-“

“Go to the point dude,” you clocked Steve’s voice in the background.

Steve the traitor Harrington!

“Right, um so I just want to apologize for what I did. I was confused and stupid, I still am pretty stupid so we are not debating that,” he lightly laughed, “I never said this to you, not because I didn’t feel it but because it wasn’t fair for you at the moment, so… I really appreciate you, no—um it’s not appreciation I feel, ok yeah I do appreciate you but it’s stronger than that.”

He made the largest pause, he was being more dramatic than necessary, but it was worth it.

“I like you… a lot actually…”

Your breath hitched, heart skipping a beat, accelerating into a dangerous pace.

“Aww” the sweet chime of girly voices backgrounded the recording.

“Hey guys you are very supportive and all but can you fuck off for a minute!” Eddie yelled to them. It made you laugh only imagining the whole thing. “Yes exactly, finally some privacy. Alright where was I?”

After a second of no sound a big sigh coming from the tape made your tummy drop.

“Y/n” Eddie mumbled, “I fucked it up. I should’ve known you were going to ruin me the moment Buckley introduced us, you with your sweaty hair and sparkly eyes like... SHIT!”

You closed your eyes, headphones in place as you sat on your bed. If you concentrated enough you could almost see him with his hands over his eyes, trying to put his shit together.

“That’s why I called Robin and Steve and went to see you that night, you know? I guess you don’t know, but I wanted to see you again and be just there, to forget about the rest of the world. Never felt like this about anyone, yeah I’ve been attracted to girls but with you is like a collision between lust and care and love and I wanted to make you laugh all the time, and hold your hand and—Jesus, I sound like Harrington.”

You smiled, laying on the mattress, your hand went to your chest trying to have some control over the flutter inside you. Failing of course, you wanted to squeal and roll on the floor.

“You kinda always have been there; buzzed hair and school guitar rehearsals. Yep I saw you a couple of times walking through the empty halls on your way out of school. It always intrigued me why you were always there so late. And that night when you told me it was for me, for the guitar… I guess I knew that since I was a kid, because it changed something within me, unconsciously of course because until now I was in the dark of how it had shifted things for me. Although I finally acknowledged it; I wanted to be the best guitar player and wanted to impress people, not just you but everyone around, that’s when the band formed and I became unapologetically myself, I wanted to do it my way.” He chuckled, a sad one you could hear it.

“Anyway, I hope we can at least stay friends… or stay in touch. Umm, there’s something else I want to tell you, no one knows this but we got a deal, not a record deal but it’s getting close to one…this thing is big. Corroded Coffin got its first tour… we aren’t the main act but we are opening for a small band from California and they wanted us to play for them for their northern area slot… so yeah I guess it’s pretty cool huh? If things get better, I hope that sweet deal about an interview in your magazine is still on the table. That’d be fucking great,” he cleared his throat.

“Just wanted to share that with you because you’re important to me. And I don’t know, that’s all I’m gonna say before I get too mushy so… the rest of the cassette is just a mix I made, remember that bet we made? About you playing guitar and going to my shows and me listening to your mellow shit? Well,—I did it, I listened to all kinds of things you mentioned and some other recommendations from Steve and Robin, so yeah” Eddie’s chuckle rumbled all across your body, it was causing a reaction in your system. “Lots of great tunes here, because as you already know I have a fantastic music taste anyway, so enjoy it. And have a very Merry Christmas or New Year or… whatever it’s happening the day you listen to this.”

“Don’t feel forced to give any kind of reply, it’s all cool….You don’t even have to forgive me, because—hell I wouldn’t forgive me either to be fair… anyway. Uh, should I sign this with my name or something? Well, shit I don’t know… With love, Eddie Munson. That sucked, ok um bye.”

A low thud sound followed by “Hey Dustin how do I finish the recording.” Another thud and shuffling sounds, mumbles and swears, followed by white noise finally filling your ears completely.

It took a few seconds there for the Echo & The Bunnymen to abruptly start. Your whole body came back to life, Lips Like Sugar made your insides squirm.

Eddie had declared his love for you, well he just said he liked you but that was enough. You laid in bed listening to the selection of songs that practically were a love letter for you, everything he could feel or express got translated into songs you liked and that he related to you.

Was this the ultimate token of love?

Absolutely, you’d be stupid not to see it.

The fact that this was sent even before you had sent your own gifts was a clear signal that you and Eddie have been thinking of each other for a few weeks or months now. You sent him a gift without expecting anything back, instead you got a mixtape one that had songs that made you want to jump and dance and cry and take a bus to Hawkins to go kiss the boy but oh well you had stuff to do, and no money left to spend.

Uptown Girl made you laugh hard because it made sense for him to add it to the mix, not because you were rich or anything but looking at the situation you were in, he was becoming someone just to get out of Hawkins and hell, Corroded Coffin was finally getting places, you were happy, too happy to know what to do now, if you called it would be weird, and what if he wasn’t home. Of what if he picked up and you didn’t know what to say to him, that would be embarrassing, but Eddie deserved all the success, he was pure talent along with the boys, Jeff and Gareth and their other band member and you just hoped you could manage to at least see him again, without resentments, without expectations just good vibes and kindness.

That mixtape got replayed over and over again to the point of your roommates having to hide it inside the oven no one used just for you to give them a break. At some point you decided to call Eddie, or at least you’ve tried a couple of times but it always ended with you hanging up before someone would pick up.

A whiney coward that’s what you were. This was all you wanted from the boy and now you were afraid of how strongly you had fallen for him, not wanting to get hurt again.

The hiding spot was weak, you found the tape within the span of hours after you realized what they tried to do. The list of songs had T Rex on it which was no surprise to you, what surprised you was Honey, Honey by ABBA , which unlocked the memory of Eddie telling you about liking them and now you were certain Eddie Munson was low-key an ABBA fan, it always made you beam whenever you listened to it, the butterflies having their own party in your stomach.

Unconsciously Eddie was making you smile, bringing happiness into your life. Damn you loved him.

You whole body hummed at that though, you love Eddie Munson, it was scary but it was way scarier to try and imagine your life without him in it.

✣

When February hit, you had the heads up form your teachers, the magazine was happening, the name you weren’t entirely sure yet, but it started to shape into something good. Jonathan had sent you a few photos he had taken of an art exhibition he and Nancy had gone to in Chicago during the holidays, Robin had more than six reviews on films, and you were working twice as hard to bring this into reality.

Nancy was such a fantastic writer you were actually thinking of paying her just because she was giving you some of the best pieces you’ve read in your whole life; inspiring and eccentric, always speaking from the truth.

When March hit you had the base of the magazine, after much debate between Nancy, Robin and yourself the magazine got named Sonic Fret which was powerful–as Robin pointed out–it was catchy, the articles got placed and edited a couple of times by you, Nancy always attentive to how it looked, she had experience with the school paper so it was easy for her to see how things would look better and attract more attention. It took time, and sleepless nights to try and find the perfect look for it, especially when you had to send each other photos through mail.

But it all came out nicely, you had the first draft in hand one night, still there was something missing, the spot was there, ready to be filled. All you needed now was one last interview to have the perfect first print.

Next chapter

[zafirosreverie]

i have an idea wednesday addams meeting reader who has a melanie martinez, maybe fran bow aesthetic, or this tiktok account's aesthetic https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSedsmvSe/ (because pastels), and reader's family also has that type of aesthetic, addams and reader's family meet? i don't know if you take asks or requests but i just had an idea and i wanted to share it with the class

this is what I call a magnificent contribution !! Thanks for sharing it with the class, you have an A +

Also, thank you so much for letting me write for another fandom!! I hope you like this little fic <3

Devil likes pastel color (Platonic Wednesday x Fem!Reader)

“Hallo!” you smiled as you approached the black haired girl next to you. 

In the month you have been there, a lot of classmates have approached you, wanting to be your friends and making you feel welcomed, because a new girl in the school was always a rare but awesome thing, and you were so nice and lovely, the kind of person everyone would want around. 

Everyone, except Wednesday Addams. The girl wasn’t rude to you, she just didn’t talk or even see in your direction, which you respected. You find her fascinating, but after the first attempt to befriend her, where she commented on your “utterly horrible and eye burning clothes”, you stopped trying. You laughed it off, of course, but never bothered her again.

Too bad the teacher didn’t care about Wednesday’s wishes at all and paired you with her for the next project. Well, you could always try to make this a pleasant experience for both of you. Which would be easier if the girl would even look at you.

“How are you?” you tried again

She remained quiet. You started to feel a little awkward, but your parents taught you to be patient with people.

“So...what do you think we should do for our project?” you asked and smiled again. 

“We can see how long it takes a wolf to eat a small human” she finally answered. 

You were making progress!! Good! And this was something you actually knew about, so it was amazing! Too bad you didn’t hear the sarcasm in her voice, nor caught the hint about you being the small human. You totally missed her threat.

“Well, it depends. Wolves usually eat 3.3 pounds of meat per day, 22 if they’re starving. So, I’m guessing between 6 and 43 days, depending how angry is it” you smiled. 

Wednesday frowned and finally looked at you. You had listened about how she could make anyone fear her with only looking at them, but to you, it was a victory. If you were honest, she was the most interesting person you’ve ever met. 

“How much do you weigh?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

This time, you understood the meaning and couldn’t help but giggle. She was so cute. 

“Enough to feed a growth wolf, that’s for sure” you said “But I doubt Akela would allow any other wolf near me” 

The other girl blinked and her whole posture changed. She even turned so she was fully facing you this time. Second point to you!

“You have a wolf?” she asked

“Oh yes, he’s such a good boy, always protecting us from people who get too close. I think he still has a hand on the basement. Not sure whom it belonged to. But don’t worry, he’s sweet with the people we like” you finished with a huge smile. 

By the way Wednesday’s face changed from annoyed to interested, you knew you had her full attention now.

_________________

“Can I help you?”

You smiled when a lovely tall lady in a black dress greeted you. It had been a month since that project you and Wednesday did and you two became good friends since then. Everyone at school thought it was odd, because you two were total opposites, but for you it only made your friendship even better! Besides, your pastel dresses always looked better with Wednesday’s black ones, you made each other stand out.

Yet, this was the first time you came to her house. At first, she said she’d prefer to work at your place because that way her younger brother wouldn’t bother you (even if the idea of Akela attacking Pugsley was tempting for her), but then it was just that she enjoyed the way you and your family treated her, 

Don’t get it wrong, deep inside she loved her strange family, but being the older (and better) child meant her parents would usually expect too much from her, and you were a single child, which meant you and your parents would give her all your attention. Besides, she discovered your parents were amazing. 

They shared your same pastel aesthetic, but also your creepiness. You weren’t cruel, far from that, in fact, she’d often find your manners and sweet talk too cloying for her taste, but there were times when a darker side of you would come out, usually if you were in trouble or danger, and those, those were her favorite moments. When you’d get all psycho and murder. She found it kind of cute.

There was only so much her parents could teach her, but your parents were still a box of surprises and she loved learning new ways of using knives, chains, poison or raising spiders. But after a month of getting to know you all, she decided it was time for you to meet her family too. 

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams” your mother said, with a big smile “We apologize for any inconvenience, we’re just here to leave our little princess”

The woman frowned but before she could say anything, a man with a funny mustache and a cigarette approached her from behind.

“And who are these people with a horrendous sense of fashion, cara mia?” he asked.

Your parents laughed and this time your father presented you all in a better way.

“We’re the Y/L/Ns. Our little princess here was invited to your lovely house” your father said.

“Mother, father” a voice came behind the Addams “I invited her”

You smiled when Wednesday approached you all with a small smirk. She never smiled the way you or your parents did, but her smirk was still a nice touch. It fit her. 

“This is Y/N, and her parents, Y/F/N and Y/M/N” the girl said.

This time, the Addams seemed to understand and opened their eyes in realisation. 

“Oh, so this is the girl you kept telling us about, dear Wednesday” the woman said “Our apologies, we weren’t expecting you to have such...tastes in clothes” she said.

You and Wednesday looked at each other and smirked. You two knew what her parents would think about your family’s aesthetic, it was the same the black-haired girl thought at first, but you had the hope that, just like their daughter, the Addams could see past the pastel color and build a good relationship with them. 

You knew your parents would at least try.

___________________

“I think nuts could cover the amoniac” you casually said “Mom could help us bake some cookies”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book, but you could see her rolling her eyes and smirking. 

You were right, your parents and the Addams quickly got along despite the initial suspicion from the goth family. And now it was common for you to spend days and nights at the Addams mansion or them visiting your place (although this was less common, since they didn’t like to go out too much). It was like having a second family! But despite getting to know them all now, Wednesday was still yours and your parents’ favorite.

That’s why you were a little mad about the current topic. 

It wasn’t rare for people to call Wednesday a freak or other names, but it never bothered her. She knew who she was and didn’t let anyone unimportant affect her. But you were another story. You hated people who judged others only because of their looks, it didn’t matter if they called you pretty or wanted to be your friends only because you seemed nice, if they dared to disrespect Wednesday, they were automatically on your black list. 

But even then, it was a thing to call other people nasty names (which was still wrong, but you could ignore it), and another too different was to try to punch her (thank god she was strong and stopped their hand before it could hit her face). 

You tried to fight them, but Wednesday just picked you up (again, she was really strong) and pulled you out of there. Needless to say, it surprised everyone at school. Nobody thought that sweet Y/N could be so scary or that creepy Wednesday would be the calmed one. 

If only they knew it was like that 60% of the time. 

“Ok, ok, what about a tea party at my house and I accidentally let Akela out?” you asked and smiled when the wolf under Wednesday’s feet looked at you, ready to follow orders.

“We would have to clean the blood from the carpets” she said “besides, that kind of junk food could give him indigestion” she finished, caresing Akela’s head. 

“Fiiiiiiine” you pouted “but I still think the cookie are a good idea”

The black-haired girl didn’t say anything but the smirk was all you needed. Both of you sat down in silence, enjoying the books on your hands, when something hit your window. It wasn’t a mystery who it could be, especially when other water balloons followed the first one. 

“Hey freak! Come show your face!” someone outside yelled.

You looked at Wednesday, but she only rolled her eyes and shrugged. Akela was alert and you could sense the change in the mood. He knew something was wrong, he could feel your anger. 

“Seems like they fell for the beauty and the beast explanation, uh?” she said and you frowned.

You had heard the rumors about her being some kind of witch who put a spell on you to control you, given that there was no other explanation as to why you would like to be friends with her. It was stupid and made you mad that they think you couldn’t make a choice for yourself or that they seemed to think about you as a fragil doll. Were they really stupid enough to believe it?

“Well, let’s show them who the beast really is” you smirked as you walked out, with Akela following you.

[technowoah]

Wait imagine a fic where Jack and the reader are long distance or something and when Tubbo and Tommy are doing the man hunt irl the reader surprises Jack.

That would be cute I think 🤔

Just One Livestream

You surprise Jack with a spontaneous visit to the UK, little did you know that they were livestreaming.

- Jack Manifold x gen neutral!reader

- Anon Requested!

⚠︎ swearing, fluff!, not proofread

an// I hope yall enjoy! Much love! And sorry it came out so late I have no inspiration rn but imma get it done! Also I used the difference of American hours to London hours so sorry of

Navigation!

"Love, why are you up early?" Jack asked through the phone.

You two were facetiming eachother as he propped his phone up on his dashboard while he started to drive. It was around 1 am for you and 6 am for Jack. Sadly you two were in a long distance relationship. You had met Jack when you were on a college trip to London to study abroad for 3 weeks. You were sad that you had to leave your home country, but this was a opportunity you couldn't oppose.

During this trip you had found a cafe that you would go to often. The first time you sat at the cafe alone you always noticed it was only you and this other man in the cafe. He was always on his computer and sat by a window, he always came early too, even earlier than you. As the days went on you continued to see him around more and he seemed to notice you as well. You made a note to yourself to always try and show up a tad bit earlier to the cafe to stay around the same time as he did.

You two got to know eachother throughout the three weeks you had to stay in London. The small nods became hellos, and the hellos turned into full on conversation by the window. He had told you his name was Jack Manifold and was kind of surprised when you didn't immediately know who he was. To him it was refreshing not to be immediately noticed based on his appearance. You both had exchanged numbers one day and after each morning you two would text non stop even during your classes. Luckily trying to get to know Jack changed your sleep schedule and because of that you always made it to class on time.

Jack was such an amazing guy to you, but during the first week you had developed a small crush on the man, and he had developed a crush on you too. The second week you two had ventured out onto different territory than the cafe. Jack started to call those small outings after class, dates and you weren't opposed to the dates at all you loved them. The second and third week were mostly dates and the night before you left he asked to be your boyfriend and of course you accepted not knowing the pain of a long distance relationship.

You had to answer his question on why you were up so early. "Yeah- Um, Im up because of you." You chuckled. "You changed my sleep schedule ever since I met you."

"Well you're welcome, because before me I heard you were missing classes." Jack payed attention to the road but still talked to you.

"Because I told you! And I am grateful, but there is nothing to do at one am here." You sighed while you started to walk around your room as you lied to him.

Jack was talking to you while you did a clean sweep around your house to check if you had everything for your trip.

Two weeks ago you had decided to pack your bags and take a trip back to London. Right now your flight will be leaving early in the morning and that's why you are up so early.

You wanted to surprise Jack instead of straight up telling him that you will be in the country. You missed him dearly, and this will be a great way to spend time together instead of seeing eachother across a screen. One of you had to make that sacrafice and that would be you.

While Jack continued to talk you checked everywhere to make sure you arent leaving anything behind.

"What are you doing, darling?" Jack asked and that snapped you out of your trance. "Are you even listening to me? Im hurt." Jack faked being hurt.

You smiled at him and shook your head. "Im sorry I wasn't listening. What were you saying?"

"I was saying, when you were ignoring me, that I'm going to the cafe right now and that we should plan a trip soon. I miss you." Jack confessed and you awed.

"I miss you too Jack! I hopw we can see each other soon." You tried to contain your smile as you hid your surprise.

"Me too."

Your plane finally landed as you let out a sigh of relief. You had collected all of your shit fast so you could finally get off of that horrible plane. Every stereotypical airplane scene happened to you in the hours you were on that plane. You had a child crying behind you with a mother who couldn't keep that child calm, you were sat next to a man who snored the whole ride here and you just felt cramped.

Sadly you couldn't return any of Jack's messages or calls that you saw when you were in the airplane terminal. You tried calling him twice but they both went to voicemail while you rolled your bag through the huge building. Finding yourself outside you ordered an Uber and once you did that your phone began to ring showing Jack's name and picture of you two together on the screen.

You quickly answered the phone. "Hey!"

"Hi!" Jack chuckled. "I called like, 17 times!"

"I know! Im sorry. I was busy." You weren't lying getting a plane and basically leaving early in the morning and arriving in the afternoon in London. "So, what are you doing today?"

"I am hanging out with Tommy and Tubbo at the park! Im picking them up now!" Jack responded and you heard him close his car door.

"Which park?" You asked quickly as you saw your Uber arrive.

Jack started to laugh. "Uh I'll text you the park I guess. Why would you want to know?"

"No reason! I just want to make sure you are safe. Dont make me call 999." You tried to joke around and take the attention off of your question.

"I cant believe you still remember 999." Jack laughed.

"I still do!" You said as you got inside your Uber and gave the driver the directions to your hotel forgetting that Jack was on the other line.

"Wait hotel?" Jack questioned through the phone.

"Hotel? What are you talking about?" You acted oblivious.

"I- I thought you were talking about a hotel." Jack hesitated.

"No!" You tried to cover up your mistake.

"Well Im going to pick up Tommy soon. I'll talk to you later okay? Answer my calls this time!" Jack chuckled.

"I definitely will!"

You had recived the name of the park you were surprising Jack at. You began to walk around the parking lot after you got dropped off and noticed his car sitting there. There were tons of people at the park today and you didn't know where he would be. As you walked on the dirt trails of the park your thoughts took over, what if you made a mistake and should've told Jack that you were here in London and wanted to meet up at the cafe?

You looked at people as they passed by you ok the trail wishing that you had that energy that you had before, thinking that you would find Jack easily when in reality you were in a busy part of the park and he could be anywhere.

When you thought all hope was lost you heard some loud voices on the trail to your right. You were already walking aimlessly through the park and your first instinct was to go left and walk away from the loud voices, but then you heard something.

"Tommy this was a bad idea!"

"I dont think it was!"

You stood in the "intersection" of the dirt trails thinking that you heard those voices right. You rounded the corner and followed right to see Tommy and Jack doubled over, out of breath while Tubbo was still standing up breathing heavily. There were far away from you, but not far away that you couldn't see them clearly.

You began to call out to them. "Tommy! Jack! Tub-"

They quickly turned around and took off running. Confused on why they were doing that you took off running after them trying to tell them to stop. They were yelling and you were yelling and getting weird glances from stangers, and you dont blame them. You're chasing after your boyfriend and his two friends in a quiet public park. You continued to hear their groans of tiredness and their speed started to slow down.

"Jack! Tommy! Wait up!" You yelled out of breath as you slowed down as well.

"We give up! We give up!" Tubbo yelled and came to a complete stop while trying to catch his breath. He turned around to finally face you. "Y/N?!"

"Wait what?!"

"You're here?!" Jack ran up to you and gave you a bone crushing hug, rocking you two back and forth.

"I am! And Im our of breath thanks to you three." You said while still hugging Jack.

"M'sorry I thought you were a fan and I took off and they followed suit I guess." Tommy rubbed his forehead.

"A fan?" You questioned and Tommy and Tubbo lifted their phones up gesturing that they were recording.

"We're doing manhunt in real life, darling." Jack kissed your temple and wrapped his arn around your waist, holding you tight.

"Next time look before you run okay." You smiled still out of breath while kissing Jack's cheek.

"Enough with the PDA!" Tubbo yelled still recording you two.

"We havent even started!" Jack yelled back giving you a huge hug. Jack closed the distance between you two and gave you a passionate kiss on the lips while the two boys groaned in disgust.

"I think that's enough streaming for today boys." Tommy sighed.

"Sorry again, love. That won't happen again."

You and Jack walked hand in hand down the streets of London. People had to walk around you two because you were basically taking up the whole sidewalk and you weren't letting go of his hand anytime soon.

"It better not! I dont want to run after you again." You smiled as you bumped shoulders.

"And you wont have to!" He smiled back at you as you two continued to walk and people dodged the two of you.

"Have you ever thought of moving here?" Jack asked out of nowhere.

"I have actually! On the plane ride here I thought of leaving and moving to London." You thought about it constantly. It was nice being close to Jack and it was a major risk.

"Well wherever you're ready, I'll be here for you." Jack kissed your cheek. "And I wont run away when you come here!"

You two finally made it to your destination which was the cafe you two met at. It was busy at this time because it was the middle of the day and not the beginning. You two entered and took your seats by the window where you two usually sat.

"I love you. I missed this." Jack said.

"I love you too! And of course I missed this. Maybe you can show me more places around London and convince me to stay longer." You gave him a proposal.

"Longer than what?" Jack asked.

"Four weeks." You grinned.

Jack grabbed both of your hands and kissed the back of them. "Hell yeah. I get you for more than four weeks?!"

"That's if you show me places to stay longer." You teased.

"Okay babe. You like ferris wheels?"

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hiii! I don't know if your requests are open. But i would still like to request one. I would a knb one where the gom+kagami gfs wore a skirt(which shrunk during washing and had no choice but to wear it) and every time they bent, their patience are tested until they couldn't take it anymore. Their s/o completed obvious to the attention they are getting from others.

GOM Boys + Kagami and Short Skirt Reader (f!reader)

Akashi

“[Y/N]-chan, lets go in here.” You pause in your walk with Akashi around town, spending the lovely outside, in front of a pose looking clothing store.

“Here? Why?”

“I thought you might like to buy something in here.” He replied with a soft smile.

“Oh...Akashi-kun...I don’t know. It looks awfully expensive.”

“It’s my treat.” He countered. The corners of his soft smile becoming strained. “I’ll get you anything you want.”

“I appreciate it Akashi-kun, but I couldn’t let you do that. Spending money on me like that would make me feel uncomfortable.”

“[Y/N] please.” Now not only were the corners of his mouth strained, but his voice as well. “I’m trying to put this as delicately as possible but, you’re skirt is too short.” You blink at Akashi. Not expecting that, nor did you really think your skirt was that short. Sure you’d had it since middle school but... “It’s incredibly distracting, and not just for me.” His mouth scrunched in an unflattering frown before it softened again. Those beautiful crimson eyes darting to the left, sending a pack of boys running off. “So please, let me buy you a new skirt or outfit. You look beautiful in anything, so you don’t need a short skirt like that to get my attention.”

That hadn’t been your intention in wearing the skirt today and you blush. “Well....ok.” It was always really hard to argue with him.

Akashi bought you a new outfit in the store; you dare not look at the price tags. You continue on your date hand in hand. Your skirt you had thrown in the shopping bag after changing mysteriously vanishing when you got home.

Aomine

The bell for second period ending chimed, and was soon drowned out by the sound of students shuffling through the halls. You were about to join them to your next class when Ryo asked if you’d seen Aomine. He wasn’t in class, apparently, and he took it upon himself to collect his teammate’s assignments to pass them on to him.

Such a nice guy.

You look towards the window, where the sun was shinning brightly, and sighed. “I’ll give them to him.” You knew exactly where he was.

Climbing the stairs to the roof, you of course find Aomine there. Stretched out like a cat in the warm sun, dozing the day away in the fresh air. 

“Honestly Aomine, you couldn’t even make it to second period?”

The tall, tan basketball star opened his eyes slowly from his cat nap and grinned at you. "What up with your skirt?”

Your cheeks turn red and you tried to futilely pull the front down. “I-I-It shrunk in the wash! The school was supposed to get me a new one but they didn’t have my size!”

“Nah. Keep it. I like this one much better.” His grin grew wider. “Did you wear those blue panties just for me today? Since it’s my favorite color?”

Your blush deepened and your growled at your boyfriend. You swing your arm to swat at his propped up knee but he caught your wrist and pulled you down. Forcing you to fall haphazardly on top of him; just like he planned.

“A-Aomine! Q-Quit it!”

“Nope. No can do.” He replied. His hand on your thigh. “I held out as long as I could. You can’t expect me not to react when you wear your battle panties in front of me.”

Needless to say, neither of you made it to third period.

Kagami

Another lively afternoon at Serin basketball practice. You were sitting on the bleachers, watching your friends and boyfriend, play 2-on-2 games around the court for training. You would cheer Kagami and some of the others on. Doing your part to motivate the team as your way to show support.

Riko finally blew her whistle to call for a break and the team let out a collective sigh of relief.

“H-H-Here!” You look put at Kagami when he came up to you, cheeks flushed, holding out his warm up jacket. “Put it on!”

“I...uh..thanks Kagami-kun. But I’m not cold.” You assume that why he gave it to you.

“It’s not that! Just put it on! Don’t worry. It’s not dirty or anything.”

“Um...ok. But why?” 

“Don’t worry about it!” He snapped. “Just put it on!”

You frown and grumble a little, before you demand, “no. Not until you tell me why.”

Kagami grumbled himself and looked away. “....your skirt....” He said it so quietly that you have to give a little ‘hn?’ and he repeated, “your skirt. It keeps riding up when you cheer. I can’t practice right.....”

You blink in confusion, then blush. You hadn’t thought about your skirt coming up when you cheered. Now you felt embarrassed.

You took his jacket and put it on. Obviously swimming in it with your boyfriend’s large frame, which was good for once because it fell past your skirt for coverage. “Is this better Kagami-kun?”

The red head’s eyes went a little wide, and his cheeks darked to almost the shade of his hair. “N-N-No!” He exclaimed, taking you by surprise, before he looked away and scratched his head. “Now you look even cuter......”

Kise

“It was so nice of manager-san to give me this skirt. I can’t believe I own something from a designer now!”

Kise grumbled beside you as you left his photoshoot. His hand attached to yours squeezing it tighter as you walked. “Kise-kun? Is something wrong?”

The blonde seemed to realize that he was frowning, and quickly bounced back to his jovial self. “What? Oh, no. Nothing’s wrong [Y/N]-cchi. Just tired I guess.” You give a suspicious hum at Kise. Knowing that when he did 180s like this that something really was wrong.

“Kise, you know you can tell me anything. If something wrong, just tell me.”

“It’s....your skirt.” He finally confessed. Looking slightly to the left, away from you. “I’m all for fashion, and it was really nice of manager-san to give it to you, but....it’s too short. And I didn’t want to say anything because I sound like a cranky old man, but it’s true! [Y/N]-cchi’s perfect legs are only for me! I don’t want anyone else to see them!”

You snicker at Kise’s outburst. He could really be so silly sometimes.

“If you didn’t want me to wear it, then why didn’t you say anything.”

“I didn’t want to insult manager-san.” He told you. “He’s helped a lot with my career. And he really was being so nice to you. Plus, green is not my color.” Meaning he was jealous.

You giggle again and lean up to give him a kiss. “Lets head back to my place then and I’ll take it off. I’ll put on something more ‘appropriate’ for you.”

“Or....maybe don’t.” His hand squeezed yours again, only this time his face held on to a bright grin when he looked at you.

“We’ll see.”

Kuroko

You fiddle with the charm on your phone as you head down the street, leaving your apartment to go meet Kuroko.

He was supposed to meet you at your house, but when you didn't see him outside you just assumed that he got mixed up and went to the bookstore you had been planning to go to instead. Boys could be so spacey sometimes.

"Short," you jump a little at the sound behind you, seeing Kuroko there. "Your skirt is short."

"K-Kuroko-kun! Don't scare me like that! Wait....what?" It took you a minute to process what Kuroko was saying, being startled like that. "My skirt is too short?"

"Yes." Kuroko replied in his normal, soft tone, with a little nod. "It's too short."

You grumble a little and stamp your foot. "Who are you to tell me my skirt is too short??"

"No one I guess. But, I'm your boyfriend." He said. As if you needed to be reminded. "And I don't like other people staring at you, [Y/N]-kun." You blink once back at him. You hadn't noticed anyone staring. Nor had you noticed the slight tightening in Kuroko's fist until now. "It's why I've been following behind you for a while now. To keep your butt safe."

You let out a startled squeal and swat Kuroko in the arm as your cheeks turn red. "D-Don't say stuff like that!" You scold while he rubbed his arm. But...maybe he was right. Maybe it was too short. "Fine. Follow me home and I'll go change."

"Right behind you." Kuroko said with a smirk as he came along.

Midorima

‘Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!’ You repeated over and over in your mind as you sprinted in a mad dash towards school.

You alarm hadn’t gone off, and it was honestly a miracle you had woken up even remotely close to the time with just enough time to make it out the door in a panic. If you some how made it to school on time you would never forget to set your alarm again!!

Cresting the hill, you see the gates to the school coming into view. And, more importantly, Midorima standing there. He was always on time, so he must have been waiting for you. Your heart swelled at the thought of it, and it gave you the extra boost to run fast towards him.

“Midorima-kun!”

“Don’t shout. In any case why are you so -- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!?!”

You come to an abrupt halt in front of your boyfriend. Not expecting that response when you got close to him. “W-What? My uniform?”

“That’s not your uniform! That skirt is too short!”

You look down and turn about as red as Midorima was as you realize the skirt you had pulled out of your closet was your middle school uniform skirt. Not your high school one. They looked close enough in color you hadn’t noticed, and thought the ‘breeze’ was from you running. Could this day get any worse!!

There was movement out of the corner of your eye and you look up from your moping to see a field of green being offered to you. “The Oha Asa is never wrong.”

“M-Midorima-kun.....” You feel like you’re about to cry as you take the scarf and wrap it around your waist. This would do, for now. At least until you could get to your gym locker after first period.

“Let’s go. We’ll be late for class.”

You smile at Midorima and fall in beside him as you head to class. Spirts lifted. Maybe you should listen to the Oha Asa more too.

Murasakibara

"What is the process called when an animal reproduces with itself? Is it A) Biomorphic reproduction? B) Symbiotic reproduction? Or C) Asexual reproduction? ....Mura-kun....? Mura-kun? Are you even listening to me?!"

"Ccccccaaaannnn'ttt...." Murasakibara whined from his place across from you at the table. Looking rather comical scrunched up like that.

"Jeez Mura-kun. I offer to help you study. The least you can do is pay attention."

"Ehh.... I can't. [Y/N]-chin is trying to seduce me."

"W-What??"

The towering teen smirked before he licked the potato chip salt off his fingers, then tugged at the hem of your skirt. "[Y/N]-chin's legs look like tasty mochi. I can't resist."

Your cheeks turn pink and you bat his hand away before returning to your book. "Y-Your...You're not going to get out of this so easy Murasakibara-kun! You need to study!"

Murasakibara frowned with a low hum of disappointment before retuning to his potato chips. "I'd rather have mochi......"

[strawberrywritingfiction]

Golf Outing

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k 

Synopsis: Invited by he and his family, you go golfing with Tom

^^^

       You were sat at the dinner table among the Holland family members. Having met the twins, Harry and Sam through friends, and having had brief interactions with Tom, the eldest- You were invited as more or less a family friend. At least, the boys’ parents were interested in you, and in the exchanges you’d had with the boys through work and mutual connections. Plus, you thought you were a relatively pleasing house guest. Nothing abnormal about it, you thought.

“You play any golf Y/n?” Harry asked you, amidst the dinner conversations.

The rest of the boys’ heads snapped up at the question posed by Harry, most of the bunch being avid golfers and all.

“Well, sort of. But I’m nowhere up to the boys’ level.” You said with a laugh.

“You should join us for a round Y/n, we’re having a go at the nearby course tomorrow,” Tom said with a smile.

“Yeah, just a casual one, for extra practice.” Sam chimed in.

“I really couldn’t. Can’t even remember the last time I held a club - I’d have to practice in advance to get remotely close to being able to play you all.”

“Nonsense,” said Dom, “We’d love to have you join- and you wouldn’t even have to play if you’re not up for it. You can just have a few hits at the range down there, If you’d like.”

Finding it difficult to say no, and feeling Tom’s gaze held on you, you impulsively agreed to join.

This brought you to where you were now- driving mid afternoon on a Sunday, having just been to a sports store trying to pick up an appropriate looking golf outfit that fit the course’s, ‘formal attire requirement.’ Along with purchasing various balls and tees. Thankfully though, you hand a spare set of clubs at home.

Upon arriving, you met the boys in cheerful spirits, clad in their golf attire. Prepped and ready for play. So, you and the Holland clan got out on the green quickly. First hole, and your driver shot was unmistakably crap. You were glad the boys hadn’t winced at the horrible shot. You tried to play off the embarrassment with conversation between hits when being driven in the cart. The boys had 2 carts out. You sat alongside Harry and Sam in one. Tom in the other with their dad.

1st shot on the second hole though, and it was equally as bad as your previous. But luckily, the boys were distracted and missed the poorly executed swing. Finally after arriving at the beginning of the third hole, however, you stepped up to the tee, and hesitated.

“Listen guys, I think I’ll step out on this one- maybe head back, or tag along for the rest, but I think I’m out on playing. Don’t want to hold you guys back,” you said with a light chuckle. You definitely had the highest score of the bunch, and you were aware that the boys were just being polite, waiting for you to hit your past chipping shots and putts, as you were moving at a slower speed than the rest of them. Then again, they could practically be pros.

“You’re not holding us back, this is all good fun, so there’s no worries if you do continue. Otherwise, one of the boys can step out of the game and join you up in the cart, to go back to the front.” Dom said, looking to his sons. The twins made no effort to offer, which was fair, as they were in front with the lowest scores. But, to your surprise, Tom offered.

“I’d be happy to, I’ve been playing a shit game anyway,” Tom said with a laugh, placing his club back in his bag and hoisting it on his shoulder, “Only, I’d be willing to play with you on the rest of the holes for practice, If you’d be up for it. I’d... I’d Like to help improve your game.”

“My game?”

“Yeah, I think with some slight improvements to that swing of yours, you could be looking decent.”

You scoffed, “You sure? I don’t think you’ve noticed, but if you continue on with just me, you’ll be here for another few hours.”

“Time well spent.” Tom said with a smile.

The rest of the boys wished you well as they drove off to continue playing, leaving you and Tom with the remaining cart.

“Right well, you have a go first.”

“Alright,” you said, fishing through your bag for a wood club.

Interrupting as you removed one from it’s bag, Tom said, “Er- hold on, let me check.”

He too dug through your clubs before picking another one- “I reckon this one here’s a good fit,” he said, handing it to you.

“Ok then, I trust you,” You said, stepping up to the tee, “you got any other tips Holland?”

“Maybe. Give me a practice swing and we’ll take it from there,” he said, stepping back from your side.

You did as you were told, and Tom kindly gave you his input.

“Right well- this arm,” he said motioning to his own, “you’ve gotta keep that straight even on impact, no getting flimsy elbows before making contact with the ball there.”

You were trying to correct yourself, copying his directions, but upon your confusion, Tom walked up behind you to help demonstrate. “Okay so this arm,” he started, his hands gripping both of your own from behind, “You’ve gotta keep it like this through your back swing,” he said, drawing your arms back behind your shoulder. You couldn’t help but loose brief focus as he gave his directions soft spoken from behind.

He stepped back to examine your practice swing, “right that looks better, but uh- may I.”

“Go for it,” You said.

“Right, so-“ he placed his hands on either side of your hips “-you wanna kind of turn your body this direction, and move the opposite knee forward as you do.” You did just as you were told.

After the few tips, and Tom was satisfied with your practice technique and form, you took the swing, proving to have a much better result.

“See? That’s so much better! Your swing will be looking like Tiger Woods’ in no time, I bet it,”

You laughed, “All thanks to you Coach.”

Next, Tom stepped up to take his own swing. You watched, and to no surprise his form was practically perfect, landing him a nice spot on the green. You complimented his swing as the two of you hopped in the cart to head over to the next ball.

You drove the cart, and the cart rides throughout the day gave the two of you an opportunity to talk. Also, on each hole Tom continued to give you tips. You admired that he was so patient, and never got frustrated with you, or exasperated if you didn’t happen to pick up his directions quickly. He claimed you significantly improved by the end of the day. Surely enough though, by the time you got out of the course, the rest of the Holland’s had left, and it was practically dark.

The two of you carried your clubs to the car park, utterly exhausted. What was meant to be casual, fun and quick, felt as if it were never-ending.

“You got a ride Tom? You asked.

“Shit, well- no, really. Harry and Sam must have taken my car back to our shared apartment,”

“I’m happy to drop you off- least I can do. You practically gave me lessons for free today, forfeited your game too.”

“Nah, It was good fun, and I’d prefer to have forfeited than to have lost another game to those twats this month,” he chuckled.

The two of you continued to chat, and on the car ride home you both stopped for some takeout at a drive-through, seeing as now it was dark and neither of you had had anything for dinner.

You thanked Tom again once whilst dropping him off, “I’d love to do this again, actually,” he said, fumbling with the strap of his bag of clubs slung over his shoulder.

“I don’t think I’m up to anymore golf for a while,” You said, with an awkward laugh.

“Well, we won’t do golf again then,” he smiled, “maybe just a dinner.”

“Sounds good,” you agreed. Saying good night, you left to head home and upon arriving, you immediately began to receive messages from the rest of the boys.

* Sam H - Already, he won’t shut up about you 😐 9:37 pm.

* Harry H - 10 bucks said he’d be too much of a wuss to ask you out before the end of tonight and I lost 🙄 9:41 pm.

^^^

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Slap Me - Tobin Heath x Reader

Prompt: Hello, I don't know if you are taking requests right now but if you had the time could you consider the idea of writing one imagine with Tobin where reader is a sports television host who says on every media about having this big crush on Tobin and so when they meet she haves this huge gay panic and Tobin asks her out? (Had this idea after watching the video of Katie Nolan first meeting Tobin). I really loved your imagine where reader is a photographer, your writing is amazing!

“Like, you’ve seen her, right? You have eyes, you’ve seen her,” Y/N excitedly ranted into her microphone, talking to her co-host.

“Yes, I’ve seen her,” her partner rolled her eyes, teasing, smiling back.

“So, you get it. How the entire world is in loved with her? How people want to be her, and under her,” Y/N winked and bit her lip.

Her partner cackled loudly, “that seems like a bit of an exaggeration.”

“You’re saying, Tobin Heath walks in here and propositions you, you’d say no?”

“Propositions? Gross, I don’t want anyone that propositions me,” her partner crinkled their nose.

“Ok, wrong word. Asks you out? Picks you up? Flirts? Seduces?” Y/N lists, smirking the more she seemed to irritate her co-host.

“You know what I want to see?” her partner watched Y/N with a grin, mirth in her eyes, waiting for Y/N to nod, “I want to see you proposition Ms.Heath.”

“Tobin Heath could walk into this studio and slap me across the face and walk away and I would be totally ok with it.”

“No one needs to know about your bedroom habits,” Y/N crinkled her nose this time in response.

“Now who’s gross,” Y/N pointed at her partner, before leaning back in her chair, “besides, you don’t know what Tobin Heath is into,” a smirk on her face.

“We could find out tomorrow,” her partner mentioned nonchalantly, but the sly grin on her face showed she meant more.

The smirk left Y/N’s face slightly, eyes beginning to narrow the more she stared at her partner, their grin growing.

“How are you going to find out what Heath is into?”

“I’m not, you are!” her partners grin grew, pointing at Y/N, “you said you would let her slap you, so when she is here tomorrow, we can see it happen.”

“What?” Y/N sat up straight in her chair, palms flat on the arm rest.

Her partner grinned widely at her, nodding her head, “yea, you and Tobin can seduce each other all you want tomorrow.”

“Great, that’s great, perfect,” Y/N nodded, randomly shifting things around on her desk, not looking up, “that’s… great,” she looked up across the desk, forcing a smile onto her face.

“Is it great Y/N?” the partner mocked.

“Yupp, great is what I said, so it’s, uhh, it’s great,” she stopped shifting her, leaving her palms flat on the desk.

The next afternoon, the podcast host kept moving around the booth, shifting papers around and adjusting the microphones around, tucking and untucking the chairs.

“I will slap you myself if you don’t settle the fuck down,” her partner kicked their feet up on the desk, leaning back in her chair.

“Keep the desk clean!” Y/N rushed over and smacked the feet down, sending her partner tipping forward, feet crashing to the ground, drawing out a grunt from the co-host. Y/N quickly brushed the non-existent dirt off the desk.

“Are you ready for me to come in? They told me out there that I could just come in,” Tobin motioned to the door as she walked in.

“Nope, come on in,” Y/N’s co-host smiled, leaning back in her chair and putting her feet on the desk again.

Y/N stood silently off to the side, posture stiff.

“Ahh sweet, I’m Tobin,” the brunette stepped forward, shaking the co-hosts hand before turning and offering it to Y/N.

Y/N remained stiff for another second, starring at the offered hand , high fiving it just before Tobin pulled it away.

The co-host let out a loud laugh, Tobin giggling as well, Y/N blushing deep moving to her seat.

“I’m here?” Tobin awkwardly pointed to the empty chair and microphone.

“Yupp, that’s you, Y/N will get you all set up,” the co-host making no move to take her feet off the desk.

The blushing podcast host, looked up, eyes wide, “yea, uh, have a seat,” she abruptly stood up, knee hitting the desk, almost knocking the chair over, catching it, she walked towards Tobin, “I’m good. You can put these one,” Y/N picked up the headphones, beginning to awkwardly out them on Tobin for her.

Tobin ducked slightly, lifting her hands to try and help guide the headphones on, her hands touching Y/N’s. Y/N abruptly pulling her hands away, knocking the headphones into Tobin head, “you could probably put those on yourself,” Y/N awkwardly began to shift the microphone, swinging it too far, almost hitting Tobin in the head.

The midfielder laughed and pulled her head back, bringing her hand up to protect her face, awkwardly chuckling as Y/N frantically apologized and pulled the microphone away.  

Smooth the co-host mouthed, shooting Y/N a thumbs up across the desk. Y/N sunk into her chair, blushing deep.

“I know you’ve done tons of these Tobin, so you probably know the drill, we’ve given you the list of questions. We’ll try and keep it light and casual, like a conversation,” the co-host took over, having watched Y/N blunder enough for the time being.

“Sounds good to me,” Tobin nodded, adjusting the microphone better.

Seeing that Y/N wasn’t prepared to start, the co-host took over, motioning to the producer on the other side of the glass for them to start. Y/N came to a little bit, enough to introduce herself and Tobin.

As the interview went on, Y/N loosened up even more, the interview flowing nicely, Tobin and Y/N playing off each other well.

“So Tobin, do you listen to the show?” the co-host asked near the end of the interview.

“Yeah, I’ve listened to a couple episodes,” the brunette nodded along.

“Did you happen to listen to yesterdays?”

Y/N’s eyes went wide when she realized where her co-host was going with the question.

“No, I didn’t get a chance to listen to yesterdays, sorry.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, thankful that Tobin didn’t know anything about what they talked about yesterday.

“Aww that’s unfortunate, but out of curiosity, on a slightly related note, how do you feel about slapping?”

“Slapping?” Tobin repeated, confused. Y/N shaking her head.

“Yeah, slapping, like palm meeting flesh, face or otherwise.”

“I think I might need more context,” she gave out a nervous chuckle.

“Like would you slap someone?”

“Oh no, definitely wouldn’t slap anyone,” Tobin said firmly, shaking her head no.

“Darn, Y/N was really looking forward to you slapping her today.”

“And we are all out of time,” Y/N finally spoke up, frantically motioning to the producer to turn of the recording, already pulling her headphones off and pushing the microphone out of the way, “Tobin, I am so sorry, it was a stupid thing we were joking about yesterday.”

“Y/N wants you to slap her,” the co-host filled in, smiling.

“Sorry dude, I’m a lover, not a fighter,” the midfielder shrugged it off, not phased about the joke.

“Stupid joke, it shouldn’t have even been brought up,” Y/N blushed deeper, shaking her head, she began to rush out, knocking her desk chair over, “fuck,” she fumbled to pick it up.

The co-host let out a deep laugh, head tilted back as they left the room.

“I’d slap someone,” Tobin sauntered over to Y/N and the tipped chair, “but only if they ask nicely first,” she bent over and helped right the chair, brushing her hands along Y/N’s and walked out the door.

Y/N watched the door, mouth open, she tracked Tobin through the studio window. Tobin paused, giving her a wink.

[caker-baker]

The Loop - Pt. 1

At exactly 4:13 in the afternoon, the world would end.

At exactly 6:00 in the morning, it would start again.

At exactly 6:01, the villain would realize the loop started again, and scream.

This was the 48th loop, and the twentieth scream.

“Morning, boss.” Some poor fool chirped happily.

“Good morning for coffee.” The poor fool said.

“Good morning for coffee.” The villain said.

The fool dropped the cup they were carrying.

“I know what you’re going to say next.” Coolly, the villain was on their feet, walking towards the unfortunate henchmen. “Sorry, boss. I’ll get that cleaned up. Is there anything else you need?”

The henchman chuckled, chalking it up their boss’s need to know every possible outcome. Besides, they had been here a while now, maybe the boss just picked up on their mannerisms.

It didn’t stop the feeling of fear as the villain strolled off, their frustration evident.

For the villain, that was the fifth time they had scared the henchman like that. Each time it was amusing.

Less amusing was their situation.

The villain had no clue what to do, if they had to set something right, or complete a mission. They had fun with it the first few times around, setting and resetting the narrative. After that it got repetitive, no matter what the villain did.

Once they went on a crime bender, a few casualties, a couple millions worth of money gone - and it was all to see how long it would take to be caught.

They did a different string of crimes the next loop, only to be caught in the same amount of time.

The next time, with different crimes, the hero showed up. That was what the villain wanted this loop, however, they would use a different method.

The villain skipped out on public crimes this time, choosing instead a public declaration - the hero for the safety of the citizens. If the hero didn’t give themselves up, the city would go boom. It wouldn’t be destroyed at the villain’s hands, however. Whatever blast happened at 4:13 would be the culprit, but no one needed to know that yet.

At 7:30, the announcement was made.

It was humiliating, threatening the hero’s beloved city, only to turn around and ask for help.

The fact remained, there was nowhere else to go. However helpful the henchmen were, the villain was the brains behind every operation, they were just the muscle. Going to any sort of government official always lead to immediate arrest, no matter how unthreatening the villain was. The hero was the only one they trusted to take them seriously, as horrifyingly defeating it was to admit that.

It was only an hour wait before the hero got to them.

“Alright, I’m here, no weapons, no powers-”

“Spare me your speech.” The villain groaned, swiveling in their chair. “Want anything? Water, soda?”

The hero, who was fully expecting a base of henchmen ready to grab them, only blinked.

“Uh, what?”

“Suit yourself.” The villain mumbled. “Take a seat.”

There was another chair opposite the villain, one the hero didn’t move towards.

“What is this?” They asked.

“Fine, fine.” The villain stood up, stretching king arms. “Right down to business then. Ever heard of a time loop?”

The hero furrowed their eyebrows, cautioning a step towards the villain. “What’s your game? You feeling ok?”

“Would you just listen?” Hands were clenched tightly together. There were only seven hours and thirty minutes left, which would be a lot if the hero could shut up.

“Ever heard of a time loop?” The villain asked again.

“I’m familiar with the concept.”

“Great, we have our work cut out for us then.” As much as they didn’t want to admit it, they were relived by the hero’s knowledge, even if it wasn’t much.

“I’m sorry?”

With wide eyes, the villain raised a finger. “Listen.”

The hero almost opened their mouth, but didn’t after glancing at the villain’s somewhat frazzled form, instead letting the villain continue.

“The world ends in seven hours. At 4:13 to be precise.” There were no cushioned words to ease the blow of what the villain said. “It has ended at 4:13 forty something times now. Maybe forty five, I’ve lost count.”

Clearly dejected, the villain let themselves deflate back on the chair. In shock, the hero copied them.

“I hate coming to you, but I hate this even more.” The villain admitted. “I think you can help.”

The hero replied with a raised eyebrow. “How, exactly?”

Exasperated, the villain threw their hands in the air. “I don’t know, you’re the hero. I’m not meant to go through things like this!”

“Ok.” The hero’s voice was slow. “Ok. How do I know you aren’t lying?”

Tired eyes shot to the hero, the rolling chair moving towards them.

“Look at me.” The villain commanded. “I am practically begging you. If you get us through this, I will literally do anything you want.” A lie, but that’s what villainy was good for. “I will give you anything you want. Money? Power? Annoying government authority gone?”

“Alright, I get your point.” The hero sighed, a sudden strain in their voice. “The world really ends?”

“Yeah. More annoyingly, not by my hand.” The villain scoffed at their half joke.

With a heavy heart, the hero stood again, hating that the villain had come to them as a last resort.

“Then let’s go save it.”

[the-writing-mobster]

| Franstober | Prompt: Hangover | Two Weeks Notice — An Office Rom Com AU for WDYW |

I did this in a cold sweat at 10:00 at night and was too tired to actually finish it, so I will provide the excerpt this little comic is an adaptation from underneath its plot synopsis~~

Two Week's Notice Plot Synopsis:

Working a meaningless 9-5 office job drains the life out of everyone's soul, even the most determined. Some people lose their minds and call it quits… some people turn to rampant alcoholism… others to trivial one-night stands. But there are people that make the days not as dreary, and for Frisk, that person is Sans Gaster, her tantalizingly smug coworker.

However, a once friendly, but strained, work relationship is turned on its head when he asks her to be his date to the most important wedding of the century… but there's a catch.

Apparently, they've been together for a year… When she called him her Office Husband this isn't what she meant!

It was one o'clock in the afternoon when Sans became aware of his own body again… He felt so disgusting… His entire body was in pain! And nausea… nausea permeated every orifice of his being. It took everything in him not to vomit on the pillow. 

He groaned and slapped a pillow onto his face to hide from the invasive sunlight. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't go back to bed, and he did try. His body just would not allow him to sleep this hangover away. Ohhhh, fuck me! 

Sans rolled over onto his side and his hand fumbled about his nightstand to find his phone. 

What had even happened last night? The last thing he remembered was Nick and Doug making that stupid bet. He'd blacked out… Ugh, I'm such an idiot. How could I let myself do that? 

He dreaded the idea that he'd said some pretty stupid shit and scrolled through his messages. Nothing. He checked his voicemail. Four missed calls… Oh for Christ's sake! 

Slowly, he typed in the password to his voicemail and set it down beside him as it played. 

“Hey, it's Nick. We got you a cab…teleportation was not working. It was actually pretty funny. But uh, make sure to call us when you make it back home.” 

Seven. 

Message deleted. Message two. 

“Hey, Nick again. You never called, so Doug is going over to make sure you're alright.” 

Seven. 

Message deleted. Message three. 

“'Ello mate… which one was it again? Two-Oh-four or Three-oh...Oh...OH! Ok,  nevermind, I found ya… where's the key? Wait, it's not even, ok, I'm in, nevermind. Bye.” 

Sans rolled his eyes and snickered at Doug before he pressed seven with a dismissive thumb. He rolled over and sighed as he listened to the next one. 

“Hey, it's Nick again. I wanted you to hear this sober so you can actually understand what I'm saying. Listen, I'm actually super proud of you man. It's surprisingly sweet to hear you talk so affectionately about this girl… What was her name?”

“Eh, Frisk.”

“RIGHT! Frisk! I still can't believe you've been with her for a year! That's awesome Sans! We can't wait to meet her at the wedding.” 

“I still think he's lying.”

“Well, that's another thing… Doug bet five hundred dollars on this, Sans…and if it turns out you're lying…” 

“He's totally lyin', I can smell it!”

“You're nose blind Doug, what are you talking about?”

“I can smell his fear.” 

“So uh… Anyway! I can't wait to meet her!”

“I can't wait to make five hundred dollars.” 

Sans shot up like a rocket. “WHAT!?” 

[withoneheadlight]

ok i saw this cap of zoë kravitz in hf and she's got such a dreamy expression, she looks so deeply self-absorbed and infatuated by whatever she's imagining and those lines. and i couldn't stop picturing billy exactly like that for days so,

,

There’s a pretty unusual sound coming off the house when Max comes back home, that summer afternoon.

Full volume. Walls shaking. And she quietly walks to the source of the sound, holding back her breath right in front of Billy's room because, there's this second sound? Stranger and way more unsettling and Max's not sure-sure at first but then Steve Perry’s voice takes off and Billy’s follows it and then he's like, singing along and. Well. Max did know Billy liked Journey but not like, their 'stuff for pussies' but uhm, he does, apparently. Rasps his voice all the way through ‘Faithfully’. Kind of, sighs. Longingly? When it ends? But pfff, ok, big brothers are weird. Definitely weirder after being possessed and then kind of resurrected. Even if it's in a good-weird way but, whatever. So Max's just about to sneak to her room, dutifully rolling her eyes, steps muffled by the first chords of 'Edge of the blade' when―

Click. Click. Billy stops the tape. Click. Takes it out. Tap. Tap. Click. Puts on― Billy puts. On,

Heaven.

Bryan Adams’ Heaven.

And Max―

Being a younger sister is a meticulous kind of full-time, private detective job. You gotta learn how the person you’ve been watching so carefully for years and years works. Hafta develop some sort of―sense about your target. And Billy’s been—un-Billy-like? These past two months. Smiling more. Telling more jokes. Playing ‘You shook me all night long’ in a loop on their drive to school and back, not complaining at all but even joining when’s Max who can’t help but sing along so.

So. She retraces her steps. Knocks. Takes the distracted grunt she gets as a ‘Yeahyeah, c’mon in c’mon in’ and,

Creak. Creak. ‘―baby you’re all that I want’

“Billy?”

Billy’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. Radio close to his knees. Cassettes scattered everywhere. Piles and piles of breakwater surrounding Billy’s old, rusty beacon of sound. He’s reading through the song-list of one of the tapes, a smoke locked on the corner of his mouth, bouncing up and down with every little, absent suck he takes, and he looks. He looks―

Self-absorbed and even. Relaxed. Happy. Like whatever he’s thinking about right now is actually carrying his thoughts away to fucking heaven.

“Ehh”

“Uh-hu?”

‘When you’re lying here in my arms!’

“Billy are you. What―” ‘I'm findin' it hard to believe. We're in heaven’ “What are you doing?”

But there’s this orbit around the sun and then there’s whatever one Billy's been spinning along with the last couple of months so he completely ignores her question. Shakes the tape on his left hand. Picks another one from the pile on his right. Asks her.

“Is Billy Ocean too much? ‘Cause I think it’s too much. But it kind of fits into what I'm trying to say so” he says, shrugs, looking up at Max and waiting for the answer of what she realizes was not really a question. Not at all. So she does her little sister job and just, nods “Right. That’s good. I think it’ll slide just nicely into Bruce Springsteen and―”

“Billy” Max insists, waiting for the charm of the third time to work. It doesn’t. Not really. But keeps Billy's eyes on her long enough to squeeze an “A mixtape?” And, uh. That’s what gets it on. The charm “Are you making a mixtape?”

“Uh?”

And it’s like Max just shook Billy out of a daydream. Ash plopping down from his cigarette as his lips try but can’t purse and Max― she’s good. She’s stellar at this detective thing. Recognizes an opening the moment she sees it, right there in front of her, frozen in the middle of shaking Billy Ocean and Bruce Springsteen in the air right before cocktailing them together. Shaken, not stirred, please. Max’s upgraded to James Bond-level just right now.

“You’re making a mixtape for someone”

“Oh-nonoMaxi―”

“But you didn’t have those tapes before. Not even in your secret stash”

“How do yo―?”

“Holy. ShIT. You’ve been listening to somebody else’s music” This is. Oh, God. This. Is. GOLD. Max gotta take a moment. Blink. Breathe. Process. Her hands move by themselves, palms spread toward Billy in a wait-a-minute kind of gesture except. Max’s gonna need way more than a minute for this “You’ve accepted a music recommendation”

“Maaaaax”

“Gosh, you’ve even listened to the tapes enough to. Make―”

“Max!”

“I just can’t believe it”

And Max was glad. Well. As glad as one can be. Bunch weeks ago. Her mom and Neil out for the day. Coming back home a little earlier than she usually does to hear those ugh. Those other noises. Happy screams. Again. After months and months of Billy being basically alone except for her and the party and Steve. And Max’s so glad, of course she is. But she’s also a little sister. And all this investigation work has a high, rightful purpose.

Make her big brother’s life a living. Hell.

“Oh my god, you must be so gone!” Max brings her hands to her mouth. Takes a deep, deep breath that’s more a poorly restrained giggle. Shoots her index at him “Is it Bon Jovi? What I’m seeing right there? Goddam, Billy are you in lo―”

Bam.

Bam. Bam!

The front door.

What a way to spoil the fun. Max doesn’t have time for this. She’s working.

“BILLY?” comes a voice from the other side “Billy are you in there?”

Steve.

Oh.

What a way to make the fun a hundred times better.

Bam.Bam.Bam!

She’s starting to move to get to the door, sinsonging “Well, I guess Steve’s gonna find out you’re so stupid in love you’re willingly listening to―” when she realizes Billy’s eyes have widened and he’s jerkingly trying to unfreeze, he’s mumbling something in around his already extinguished cigarette in the ways of “Can’t” and “Find out” and “Surprise” and “Fucking help me!” While literally trying to shove the huge mass of tapes under his bed, his tone like hurryhurryhurry!, like he would start gagging and throwing his lungs out at any given minute, so nervous he looks.

So Max doesn’t go for the door. Yet. She basks in the enjoyment.

“Oh, is it a secret romance or something?” She sighs happily, leaning against the doorframe instead. “‘Cause you look pretty worried”

Steve’s banging the door now, voice wavering a little as he asks-shouts “Billy? Billy answer me! Hey, bab―Are you ok?”

“Max, please” Billy begs. Begs. Crawling over to where a Madonna’s Like a virgin is laying with the tape looping slightly out “He really can’t find out”

“What? That you’re in lo-o-oh-oh-OH―”

Billy stops at the tone, right there on his knees. Spits his forgotten cig to the side. And in the instant it seems to take him to make up his mind they both can hear Steve shout “Ok. I know you’re in there!. I’m coming in now!!”

“Fuck! Yeah. I am. Ok?” he looks like he just realized he’s tripped. Blushes. “Making it, I mean”

BAM!

And Ohhhhhhh.

Zero-fucking-zero-fucking-seven.

“Steve,” Max gasps. Because. Hear it makes it like. Easier. To process “You. And Steve”

B A M!

“Yeah, Max, Yeah. And this is a fucking surprise and he’s gonna―”

‘I've been waitin' for so long. For somethin' to arrive. For love to come along’

Ok. Oh. Okok.

“Door!” Max hastens him.

“What?”

“You. Door. Run!” She commands, and Billy― sometimes Max can’t honestly understand how he's got the grades he's got, because Billy blinks, looks clueless “C’mon slow ass. Hurry! I’ll hide all this shit”

And Billy finally gets it. Nods. Slow. Then fast. Stumbles up. Literally runs, to get to the door.

Max still gets to hear his labored “Fuck, pretty boy. “That was really hardcore of you. That's how bad you wanted to see me?” And Steve's own breathless “Really?” Before pushing Billy's room door close with her back, and kneeling on the floor to check for stray, incriminating cassettes.

Pretty boy. Maybe Max isn't as clever as she thought she is. Or hasn’t been doing her job right, clearly.

It's when she’s making ‘It’s a kind of magic’ disappear into the rest of the pile that she lays eyes on it. The case. The J-card written almost all the way down to the B-side already. A mixture of songs Billy's heard so many times there are parts where his tapes screech, and others she'd bet her life he wouldn’t have deigned to listen to. Not ever. Definitely not because―no, for, somebody. Bowie and Cher and Cindy Lauper and Bob Seger right next to Metallica and Guns n' Roses and Meatloaf and― there. There. Almost hidden in the back of the spine. A note. A tiny, thin-lettered thing Max really, really shouldn't be reading but―

‘Thanks for driving me back.

Love. Billy’

But. That's what little sisters do too, she guesses. Intrude. Annoy. Snoop. Feel this sudden rush of relief. Of happiness. When Billy laughs softly, on the other side of the door. When Steve laughs back. Maybe a tear. Or two. But just maybe. She’s really good at this little sister thing, after all.

Hopes for stellar.

,

or: that post s3 where steve lets a camaro-less billy drive him around in his own car "really? again, hargrove?" almost every single day, for months, after he comes back, because "you’re gonna perpetually stick yourself to my ass at least let me do the one thing that frikin’ calms me down" which results in steve resigning himself to deejaying in the shotgun even if "jesus, what's that shit, harrington?" "my car, my rules, sweetheart" which results in billy developing a ‘songs steve harrington is in love with’ mental playlist, realizing he’s probably a little bit in love with the way he loves them and, possibly, a little much love with steve and then stealing steve's tapes one day and,

making a mixtape about it.

(the first of a whole lot, of love letters)

[suneatersupportsquad]

red handed; colby brock

request:  im not sure if you do requests or even any imagines for colby brock anymore but i was wondering if you cold make a exception, so basically the plot is that the reader met colby through kat and since then they hit it off, now their in a secretive relationship the only person who knows is kat but she only knows the reader has a crush on colby. one day everyones hanging out in the same room room and colby is sexting the reader, sams curious to whos hes texting and they find out their dating.

dedication: @whydontweanons​

genre: fluff, subtle smut?

pairing: colby brock x gn!reader

characters: colby brock, sam golbach, katrina stuart, corey scherer, jake webber, kevin langue, brennen taylor, devyn lundy, tara yummy

word count: 1.8k

warnings: alcohol, what would probably be underage drinking, NSFW (barely), sexting (duh), mentions of COVID-19, quarantine

a/n: of course i’ll still write for sam and colby!! it’s just that, since i’m not as active of a follower of them as i used to be, my goal is to write for fandoms that i’m more invested in at the moment. but, honestly, i don’t think i could ever really stop writing for them. i love those boys so much. also this plot made me laugh so hard when i saw it in the best way possible. getting this request honestly made my day, so thank you for that!! anyways, i’m a little rusty, but here we go.

important links: masterlist

find more fics at my new blog @trapboysbunny

You and Colby had known each other for a long time - pretty much since he’d moved to LA with Sam - and you had been involved romantically just as long. You had met him and Sam through Kat on a boring Saturday night when all their friends flaked on coming to a little kickback they were hosting. Trying to be a good friend and cheer the boys up, Katrina had invited you to hopefully kickstart some emotional momentum. Your eyes met Colby’s for the first time and you clicked. Something in your gut had told you that the two of you would end up being close, and it was right. You had hit it off immediately, not taking very long to start laughing at one another’s corny jokes and telling stories over Smirnoff Ice while some random late night show played in the background. From that night on, it was history.

Since then, you two had been practically attached at the hip. If you weren’t sitting on the same room or facetiming, you were definitely texting one another. It became a running joke in your friend group that you two had evolved into a pair of siamese twins, or that being without you gave Colby separation anxiety. The two of you found it even more amusing when you actually began dating, not long after that fateful first night. It amazed the both of you that you were able to hide your relationship so well. No one had a clue. The two of you laughed about it quite often, actually, over late night phone calls and tipsy afternoons spent only with each other. No one knew, and nobody needed to know.

Colby, due to the internet and his fanbase being the way it is, preferred to keep his personal (and especially romantic) relationships more on the private side. His intent wasn’t necessarily to hide his feelings and relationship with you from his friends, but that particular topic of conversation never really came up in your friend group. Everyone had just kind of figured that everyone single would simply date someone when they were ready and tell everybody about it when they felt the time was appropriate. It wasn’t that Colby didn’t want to tell them, he just didn’t see the point in going out of his way to tell all of his friends hey after God knows how long I finally have a partner. He just didn’t want to make a big deal out of your relationship. Knowing his friends, they would definitely make it into some type of big thing, not to mention that Jake would dub the occasion as “cause for celebration” (which was really just an excuse to drink more). So Colby preferred to keep things on the quieter side for you two; neither of you wanted to make your relationship into an object for speculation.

Kat was the only person out of all of your friends to have any knowledge of your feelings for Colby. And thank God for her; if you didn’t have her to gush about Colby to, you probably would have either exploded or died. Or both. And she was there for every single second of it. She loved hearing about your movie nights, your urban exploring adventures, the sweet yet mundane things he would do to make you happy, literally anything. She ate that shit up like a man starved, and you did the same for her and Sam (regardless of the fact that their relationship was public already). You hadn’t told her explicitly about the nature of your relationship with Colby, really just gushed about your ever-growing love for the boy. Unbeknownst to you, she firmly believed that you only had feelings for Colby, clueless to the fact that the two of you had actually been dating for quite a while now. With her “go get ‘em, tiger” comments, along with similar remarks, you assumed that she had some sort of idea about your relationship with Cole, hence why you had never explicitly told her about your secret boyfriend. Kat, being the good friend that she was, never spilled your “secret” feelings to anyone else. Not even her boyfriend.

Eventually, quarantine started up amidst the international COVID-19 pandemic and you had begun practically living with the trap boys. A day without you in the house was enough to prompt concern for the boys, minus Colby who always knew the real reason why you weren’t coming over. This soon became the new normal, you taking a “day off” every few weeks to get tested just in case. At this point, it was almost comical that no one had figured out you two were dating yet.

One particular weekend afternoon, everyone in your friend group was hanging out at the house. You and Colby were sitting on opposite sides of the room, you next to Kat and Colby seated beside Sam. It was particularly warm today seeing as this Saturday landed smack in the middle of the infamous August heat wave, so you had thrown on a tank top and some shorts, nothing to flashy. Colby had dressed similarly, wearing only a muscle tee and a pair of trunks.

You were sat beside Kat, the both of you trying to listen to the story Devyn was telling. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t ignore the way your boyfriend was staring at you from across the room. You looked away from Dev for just a second to shoot him a glare when you realize exactly why he’s looking at you. The speed at which the blood rushes to your face is dizzying, and you drop your head to stare at your lap. Motherfucker- You sigh as you pull your phone out of your pocket. “Quit it with the blowjob eyes asshole,” you type before pressing the blue send button.

You feel his gaze break as his phone vibrates. Trying to ignore him, you refuse to meet his gaze again, putting all of your effort into focusing on Devyn’s story. Seconds later your phone vibrates in your pocket. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the screen reads, and you shake your head.

“Uh huh sure ok.” You pressed send again.

Another few seconds passed and your phone vibrated again. “That shirt looks really good on you.” 

You blushed as you read the message, flustered by the comment. Brows knitting together in confusion, you looked up to find him staring back at you with a dopey grin. You hunched over your phone and sent a message back. “You really think so?”

“Yeah, of course,” Colby replied, a gray typing bubble sitting under the message. “But you know how it would look cuter?”

You cocked your head to the side and typed out your response. “How?”

“On my bedroom floor.” You almost snorted at that, clamping a hand over your mouth to prevent any noise from escaping. Typical. Thankfully no one had been paying enough attention to you to notice that you were distracted.

Colby, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. “Give me this, dude,” Sam said, snatching the phone out of Colby’s hand and effectively bringing the conversation on their side of the room to a halt. “You haven’t been listening for like the past 20 minutes, dude. Now let’s see what’s got you so distracted.”

“You don’t need to look at that, Sam, it’s not that important-” The tall brunette sounded slightly panicky as he reached and grappled with Sam for his phone. Sam played around for a little bit before finally reading the screen, eyes widening in amusement.

Upon finishing his reading, Sam lowered the phone and Colby relaxed, already knowing that he was caught. “So who’s ‘angelcakes,’ huh Colbert?” Sam prodded teasingly.

Colby blushed ever so slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re just a friend-”

“Which friend, huh?” Sam continued his teasing, growing louder and louder with every response until all eyes were on the two boys.

Colby shrugged, trying to be nonchalant but looking more stressed than ever in actuality. “Just a friend.”

“What do you say we call this friend, huh boys?” Sam suggested.

Kevin nodded, agreeing. “I think we definitely should.” Brennen also nodded when Sam looked to him for approval, essentially finalizing the decision.

“Okay then, let’s do this thing!” Sam yelled, earning cheers from all the other curious folks in the room. The blonde boy pressed call and Colby simply held his face in his hands.

You jumped when your phone rang, honestly having forgotten that oh shit, I’m angelcakes. Everyone turned to look at you curiously, Colby even peeking through his fingers. You didn’t even pick up the device, already knowing whose name would be lighting up the screen. “You gonna pick that up or something?” Corey asked awkwardly.

You shook your head, leaving your phone face down in its spot beside your thigh. “No, it’s probably not important anyways.”

A beat of heavy silence passed before Tara spoke. “Gee, they sure aren’t giving up. Maybe you should answer it.”

“Nah, I’m sure it’s just-”

“Yeah, you should answer the phone, Y/N,” Jake agreed, the pieces seeming to click in his head.

You sighed, burning bright red to the tips of your ears. “Okay okay, fine.” You stood and clicked the answer button. “Hello?”

And there it was, your voice echoing from Colby’s phone. The room erupted in cheers of disbelief, the boys pouncing on Colby and the girls slapping you in playful excitement. “I knew there was something going on between you two!! There’s no way there couldn’t have been -- I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Kat squealed, smushing you in a hug.

The rest of the girls echoed the sentiment, a chorus of ‘same’s and ‘I can’t believe you’s. It took a while for everyone to calm down but, once everyone settled, you and Cole managed to get some alone time. The two of you escaped out back, the less than mediocre breeze cooling the sweat that slicked your skin. You held each other, almost as though you were about to start slow dancing. “Damn, caught red handed, huh?”

You laughed breathily, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. “It was only a matter of time, ya know?”

“I know,” he agreed, cheek pressing against your hair. “I’m glad we don’t have to be weird around them anymore.”

“Me too,” you hummed.

Colby pulled away a little bit, just enough for him to look you in the eyes, your arms still around his neck. “Hey.”

You giggled, confused. “Hey.”

“I love you.”

You smiled your confirmation, eyes twinkling under the cheap backyard lights. “I love you.”

.x

[buttterknifeee]

Final Exam- Teen Titans x Aquagirl! Reader

Masterlist

Request: Helloooooo! I have an Episode request “Final exam” (Season 1 ep 3) with Aquagirl!reader please and thank you very much!

Summary: It's a good thing you have junior life guard training as you face a new force of evil. Will you and your teammates defeat these foes or will you drown in the pressure?

Pairings: Robin x Reader (nothing serious, just some blushing lol)

Word count: 3192

A/N: hey!!! sorry this took a while I was just doing other things lul. Reminder that I'm now on AO3 (username is butterknifee) and that requests are always open! Hope you enjoy!!!

It was an uneventful day in the tower. Cyborg and Beast Boy were rummaging around the living room looking for the TV remote, Raven was reading silently and you were practicing your water skills, balancing an orb of water in mid air.

"It's gotta be around here somewhere!" Cyborg says, rummaging through the whole room. He lifts up the whole couch as Beast Boy sniffs around in dog form.

“How could you lose the remote?” Cyborg glares at Beast Boy.

“What makes you so sure I lost it?” Beast Boy asks, turning back into a human.

“Uh...'cause you're you.”

“Hey! Just because I lost that video game--”

“--And the toothpaste, and my football, and the waffle iron--”

“Things disappear. How am I supposed to know where they go?”

You continued to focus on your bubble, but couldn’t help but notice Raven lowering her book. You peeked over to see her annoyed expression, obviously caused by the two boys.

Cyborg huffs. “Well how am I supposed to watch TV without a remote?” Suddenly, Raven slammed her book, breaking you out of your focus and causing the water you were balancing to drop into a puddle. You stared wide-eyed at Raven as she stood up.

“Simple. You can just get up and change the channel.” she says with a stone cold expression.

“Don’t even joke like that.” Cyborg says. You hover your hands over the puddle, trying to pick it up with your hydrokinesis.

“Do you think you guys could argue in like, the bathroom or something? Cause-” you start, but Raven interrupts you.

“I wasn’t joking”

“Good, 'cause it wasn't funny!” Cyborg says. “Now either help us look for the remote or go back to your nasty old book and--”

“This is a pointless argument over a useless device.” she snaps, her face red from frustration.

“You know what, I'm just gonna get a mop or something,” you mumble. You consider actually getting up to get a mop as they continue to argue.

Robin and Starfire walks in to the three teens arguing and you sitting to the side. You make a pained expression at the two, your way of saying go back, before it's too late.

But Robin steps towards the bickering Titans. “Whoa! Take it easy, Titans! Combat practice is this afternoon!”

“We must mend your dispute by the sharing of unhealthy junk foods. I shall fetch them.” Starfire adds, happily flying towards the kitchen.

Cyborg continues to argue. “I don't need food, what I need is a time machine, I didn't--”

Beast Boy cuts him off. “Back me up here, Robin!! Have I ever lost any--?”

“Ok, ok!” Robin puts up his hands to stop them.

“To stop him from taking the REMOTE!!!” Cyborg yells.

“Hey! Come on!! Settle down! ENOUGH!!!” Robin starts yelling too. You start to cover your ears when a loud noise causes all of you to look up. You see Starfire staring wide-eyed at the fridge, her hands glowing green. Blue mold had exploded from her starbolt, causing it to land all over the kitchen. You made a mental note to start cleaning the kitchen more often.

“Maybe we should go out for pizza,” Robin decides.

.

.

The arguing does not stop at the pizza place.

“Can we please just order something?” Raven groans.

“As long as its vegetarian.” Beast Boy says.

“Come on, man, how can you deny me the all-meat experience?” Cyborg whines.

“Dude, I've been most of those animals!”

“Just no anchovies for me,” You say.

“I suggest a large pizza with pickles, bananas, and mint frosting.” Starfire says with a smile. You shudder at the thought of eating something like that. Robin leans over.

“Uh, Starfire? Not everything on the menu is a pizza topping.” She blushes at her mistake, Beast Boy and Cyborg going at each other again.

“Double pepperoni!!”

“I'm not eating meat!!”

“There's no meat in pepperoni!!”

The sound of a vehicle horn finally ended their argument. You all look up to see a bus barreling straight towards a baby carriage, a baby screaming from inside.

“Titans go!” Robin yells. You, Cyborg and Raven ran to stop the bus while Robin, Starfire, and Beast Boy ran to save the baby carriage. You summon a jet of water from a fire hydrant and shoot it at the bus, slowing it down. Cyborg planted himself in front of the bus, his bulky arms holding it back. Raven uses her magic, pulling the gearshift inside the bus to “park”. When the bus finally skidded to a stop, you three looked inside. No one was there.

“Um… don’t buses normally have drivers?” Cyborg asks.

“And don’t carriages normally have babies?” Robin says nearby. He, Starfire, and Beast Boy were staring at a teddy bear that was inside the carriage. A voice suddenly projected from the stuffed animal.

“Are you pit-sniffers normally this stupid?”

Suddenly, the teddy bear shot lasers out of its eyes, sending the three teens flying into an alleyway. You turned to see the bus next to you be lifted up by a large, hairy man in black and yellow. He smiled and threw the bus on top from the three of you, trapping you under it. You grunt as the weight of the bus begins to press down on your chest. You hear a voice from outside the bus.

“That was too easy. What a buncha cludge-heads. You guys want to get pizza?” The voice matched the one from the teddy bear. You gritted your teeth as you heard Cyborg’s sonic cannon warm up.

“This isn't over!” you hear Robin yells. Cyborg blasts his cannon, sending the bus in the air. You got up with the other two titans.

“We’re just getting started!” Cyborg yells.

“Who are these guys?” Beast Boy asks, stuck in a trash can. “And what’s a cludge-head?”

“We are the HIVE!” the villain who called you ‘cludge-heads’ said. He was a short kid, wearing a green jumpsuit and goggles. He basically looked like an evil Caillou.

“Your worst nightmare!” said the guy who crushed you with a bus. You noticed that he had a large amount of hair on his whole body.

“And this is attack pattern Alpha!” said the last villain, a goth looking girl with pink, hornlike hair. They jumped out of their poses, and towards you. The small guy in green flew forward in a jetpack, shooting lasers at Robin, Starfire and Beast Boy. The lasers hit the alleyway around them, causing a pile of rubble to fall on them.

Cyborg immediately started brawling with the large guy, Raven and the pink-haired girl attacking each other with their magic, and the smaller kid flying around your head. You tried to shoot him down with your blasts of water, but he wove through your shots. He then flew towards Cyborg, holding something metal.

“Cyborg watch out!” you scream, but it was too late. The green kid attached the metal object to Cyborg's back, and at that moment you realized it was a rocket. Starfire recovered from being crushed by rubble just to see him flying through the air.

"Cyborg!" She yelled, flying after him and out of sight. The two leaving so abruptly caught you off guard, so off guard that you didn't notice the burly guy sneaking up behind you. You turned just as he went to kick you, kicking your stomach and causing you to go flying. You hold your stomach in pain and try to run back towards him, but Raven being thrown towards you sends you crashing back towards the ground. You groan in pain as you hear Robin and Beast Boy meet a similar fate. You see them laying next to you.

"Is it just me or are we getting our butts kicked?" Beast Boy asked, the rest of you standing up.

"It's just you," the three of you say at the same time.

"Listen up team, I have a plan," Robin begins, but is cut off by 3 blasts from the short boy's jetpack. Those 3 blasts ended up hitting you, Beast Boy and Raven. You landed behind the Boy Wonder, leaving him to face the HIVE alone.

“Gee, scrum-buffer.” the jetpack boy jeered, lowering himself to the ground. “Sure hope your fancy plan includes getting fried!”

“You’ll just have to find out the hard way.” you hear him say. You watch him stand in a fighting position, beckoning them to fight. However instead of fighting, the three villains stood with a smile on their face. Then, one by one, they hit the ground between them and Robin. You were confused at first, but then realized in horror that they had created a crack in the asphalt, it getting bigger with each hit. The crack traveled up towards Robin and the area around him crumbled. A look of fear set in his face as he fell with the asphalt into the ground.

“Robin!” you yelled, running up towards the hole with Beast Boy and Raven. Through the crumbling hole you saw a stream of dark, murky sewer water. Water, you realized. You turned to the other two Titans.

“There’s water down there. I’ll go get Robin, you two go back to the Tower.” Before they could reply, you dove into the hole, landing into the water.

“Aquagirl!” Beast Boy yelled, but you were gone.

.

The cold water shocked your body, but you forced yourself to shake it off. You floated on the surface of the water, looking for any signs of Robin. When you didn’t see anyone, you dove back underwater and took a deep breath (yes, you can breathe underwater). You shoot through the water, swimming as fast as you can. Up ahead, you saw blurs of red, yellow, and green. It was Robin. You swam up to him and grabbed onto his unconscious body. Then with all your strength, you pulled him out of the water and onto the concrete surface of the sewer.

You laid Robin on his back and started to inspect him. You check for his heart rate by pressing two fingers against the area under his jaw. It was beating, but very slowly. You placed your hands on his chest and started pumping. After 30 seconds, nothing was happening. Tilting his head back, you pinched his nose and took a deep breath. You gave mouth to mouth once, then twice, then-

Robin’s eyes opened while you were giving the third. He jerked his head up and crashed his forehead into yours.

“Owwww” you whine, rubbing your hand on your forehead. Robin backed up from you, holding his lips.

“Hey! why did you-” He was about to finish his sentence but started coughing up water. You roll your eyes.

“Woah, calm down Robin, I’m not trying to make a move on you. The only move I made was saving you from drowning.”

“Oh- I’m sorry,” he says, his masked eyes staring at you apologetically.

You waved your hand. “Don’t worry about it, you had a pretty bad fall.”

“What happened to the others? Where are they? Where are we?” He asked, frantically reaching for his T-communicator, only to realize that his whole belt was missing.

“Oh man, your belt must’ve fallen off when you fell. Last time I checked, Raven and Beast Boy were injured, but fine. We’re currently in a sewer, I’m not sure if Starfire and Cyborg are ok, but maybe we can check.” you pulled out your own T-communicator and flipped it open. Water gushed out and formed a puddle under your hand. You both stared at it as you flipped the communicator closed and slid it back into your belt.

“We need to get back to the others, before the HIVE strikes again,” Robin says, standing up. He doubles over, falling to his knees, clutching his abdomen.

“You’re hurt. You need to rest before we find the other Titans,” you say, sitting next to him. “Here, I can help.” You beckon him to let go of his chest and you sit down with you, which he reluctantly does. You summon a bubble of the murky water and allow it to soak into his shirt. You concentrated, and the water began to glow blue.

“Hmmm… I only feel a rib fracture… this may take a while…” you mutter, hovering your hands over his chest. You were focusing so much on healing Robin’s wound, you didn’t notice the frown on his face, more stern than usual.

“Something on your mind, Robin?” you asked, looking up from your work. He furrowed his eyebrows and stared at the ground.

“It’s just that…” he began. “I really thought that I could take on the HIVE, you know? But they took me out so easily; they took all of us out so easily. How am I supposed to be a leader if I get hurt so easily, if I let all my teammates get hurt-” his rant is cut off by your finger being shoved in front of his mouth. You both stare at each other in awkward silence.

“When I was a kid, I knew all about you and your adventures,” you began, staring at the stream of water flowing next to you. “You were the boy wonder. The Hero of Gotham. The Sidekick. But now look at you; you’re the leader of a whole team of superheroes, who trust you and are here for you, Robin. We know the dangers, and hey, if I would be a superhero on any team, I’m glad I’m on yours.”

He gave you a small smile. “Thank you Aquagirl,” he said.

You nodded and smiled back. “Anytime, Robin.” You looked at his chest again. “How do you feel?”

“I feel great, both inside and out.” he said, standing up with ease. “I think it's time to find the other titans.”

“Great idea, and I know just how to get out of here.” You stretch out your arm and the ground starts to rumble. A giant geyser shoots up from the stream and punches a hole in the roof of the sewer, allowing the setting sun to peek through. You grabbed Robin’s waist and jumped into the water, another smaller geyser pushing you up and out of the sewer.

“Ugh, gross! I’m definitely taking a shower after this,” you say, looking back at the sewer you jumped out of.

“Ok, let’s go find the others,” Robin says, heading in the direction of the Tower, which was peaking out in the distance. “And, I think it’s time to come up with a plan.”

.

You finally get closer to the Tower when you notice something.

“Ummm Robin?” you say. “Doesn’t the tower usually look like a T?” You both stare at the tower, its original shape now being built upon to look like a ‘H’. The HIVE… you thought. You and Robin eventually find the rest of your friends, who were all arguing on the beach. You were about to announce your presence but Robin stopped you, putting his arm in front of you.

“We need to control our emotions,” you hear Raven say.

“Or What?!” Cyborg yells. “Our bad vibes will keep you from meditating??”

“I wish Robin were here..” Starfire mumbles. You see the slightest tinge of pink dust across Robin’s cheeks.

“Well he’s NOT! And neither is Aquagirl!” Cyborg continues to yell. “Don't you guys get it?! They won, we lost! IT'S OVER!!”

Beast Boy looked at him. “Then are the Teen Titan’s finished?” Robin looks at you and nods, you nod back. The two of you step forwards.

“We’re not,” Robin says. The other four Titans turn in shock to see you and Robin, both seemingly fine, standing before them.

“Not if I can help it,” he said, arms crossed.

“Told’ya I’d get him back.” you said. “Now who wants to hear our plan?”

You waited on the roof as Cyborg, Raven, and Starfire infiltrated the Tower. You sat on a ledge of the (hideous) HIVE add-ons, swinging your legs as Robin stood next to you, staring out into the distance.

“You ready, bird boy?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He smirked. “With you here, I’m more than ready.” He jumped down from the ledge, leaving you flustered above him.

Suddenly, The three villains come tumbling onto the roof and crash into each other, much more uncoordinated than they had seemed earlier today. The belt the pink haired girl had most likely stolen from Robin’s wardrobe goes flying, and Robin catches it midair.

“Sorry to interrupt your victory celebration,” Robin says, clicking his belt back on around his waist. “But like I said, this isn’t over.” The five of you join him, looming above the HIVE.

“It’s just getting started,” Cyborg said.

The trio of villains quickly recovered.

“Attack pattern alpha!” The pink haired girl yelled, sending waves of magic in your direction. You all jumped out of the way, splitting up.

You saw the large guy swing at Beast Boy, so you rushed in to help him. You summoned a long tendril of water from the ocean and used it like a third arm, with whipping the villain in the face. He turns towards you and grabs your wrist, but with a swift kick in the stomach he goes flying across the roof. You see Raven approach him, so you go to assist in taking down the other two.

Soon, the HIVE laid defeated at your feet. The smaller boy was holding a transmitter device.

"Cram it. I'm calling Slade." He groaned. Slade? You thought. Robin lifted the boy by his green jumpsuit.

"Who is Slade?" Robin asked quite aggressively. The boy scoffed.

"Wouldn't you like to know barf-brain?"

.

After you dealt with the villains, you finally came in the Tower after a long day. You flopped on the couch as the other Titans inspected the damage the HIVE had caused in the tower, which apparently, wasn't much. Beast Boy crouched at his music collection, head in his hands.

"My tunes! They've been… alphabetized!" He whined. "How am I ever going to find anything?"

Raven came out of her room holding one of her cloaks. "They went into my room. No one should ever go into my room," she said coldly.

"Someone has disposed of all of our blue furry food!" Starfire gasped. Cyborg lifted the whole couch like he did earlier today.

"You gotta be kidding me! The whole place gets cleaned and I still can't find the-" his rant is stopped by Robin, who points at the coffee table. There, the remote lay in plain sight.

"Ha!" He cheered, flopping down on the couch next to you and flipping through channels.

"Maybe we should let the HIVE take over the tower every once in a while, I think this place needed a good clean," you joke, still strewn across the couch.

"I guess we really oughta be training for battles, tracking down clues, and trying to figure out who Slade is, huh?" Cyborg said, looking at Robin.

"We will. But right now, I'm just happy to be part of the team." He looks at you while saying that and you smile.

"Me too"

[marvelship-oneshots]

SNOWED IN (STONY)

HI! this is my first fill for the "Snowed in" square of the Stony Trope and AU bingo by @therollingstonys hope you like it!

Where Steve goes to Tony's place to study, but it suddenly starts snowing and and they find themselves stuck in the house for the entire weekend. [3.9k words]

Steve hated everything that had something to do with math. Or science, for that matter. He was passionate about art, literature, languages and he could work his way around sports, but math, physics or biology were subjects that he couldn’t understand, no matter how much he tried to. It was not like he would need them in his future, as he decided to go to culinary school after graduating high school. But he needed the grades, unfortunately.

Steve sat in the empty study room of his school and took out of his backpack his very big algebra book. On the cover, there were a bunch of smiling students. But Steve was not smiling. He actually wanted to scream and tear apart the book just from looking at him.

He hesitated, contemplating giving up, before actually opening the book and diving into the impossibly difficult exercises.

The door of the room opened and a breathless student came running in. He hid behind Steve, sitting on the floor. It took him two seconds and Steve barely saw his face, but he could recognize him from his messy hair and his singular perfume. Cologne and cigarettes. That student was undoubtedly Tony Stark, the richest, most popular student of the school. But if asked Steve, Tony was his first, real crush.

Tony was just a sophomore and wasn't part of any sports team, but nonetheless, he was the most envied student of the school. Those who didn’t want to be with him wanted to be him. Steve was part of the first category but gave up hope a long time ago.

“Please, please, I beg of you, act like I’m not here”

Yeah, easy to say when Tony couldn’t feel Steve’s heart beating a hundred miles per hour. Or see his pale cheeks now turned red. Or the knot in his throat because that was the first time ever they were even in the same room, that they both know of.

If asked, Steve would deny that he knew exactly which was Tony’s favourite restroom, which were Tony’s least favourite classes, that he would ditch for the better part of the lesson to wander in the corridors, or which was the best table at lunch to see Tony best. Bucky, Sam and Wanda wouldn’t be of the same opinion, though.

The door opened again and Steve looked up from his textbook, watching as Clint stepped in and looked around.

“He’s not here, is he?”

Steve frowned.

“Who’s not here?”

He would have known who Clint was talking about even if Tony wasn’t hiding behind his chair.

Clint huffed and closed the door shut.

“Are they gone?” Tony asked in a whisper.

“Yes”

“Thank you for creating a safe place for me, man. Knowing that dum dum, they won’t be back for a while” Tony said sitting on the chair next to Steve.

Steve tried to ignore his presence and definitely not to look at him, but it became more difficult when Tony moved his chair closer to Steve’s to take a look at the book.

“Uh but that’s easy” Tony mumbled before starting to explain how to do the exercises.

Soon enough, maths started making sense for Steve.

“How do you even know this? This is senior years stuff and you’re like”

“A sophomore, yeah I know” Tony cut Steve short “I guess the genius runs in the family”

Steve scoffed, shaking his head, moving on to the next exercise.

“Can I ask you something?”

Tony nodded, without looking up.

“What was that all about?”

Tony looked up.

“Oh I asked Natasha on a date on Friday and Clint didn’t take it well”

Steve didn’t take it well either. He felt a pinch of jealousy eating his guts, but he just smiled and nodded, going back to the exercise Tony working on.

“Listen, man, if you want I can help you with all of these shit subjects” Tony said, standing up, before walking out of the study room.

“Yeah no, it’s really not necessary”

“Oh, I insist. I’ll bring my notes on Monday”

Steve rolled his eyes. That day he understood that Tony didn’t like taking a no for an answer.

“‘Right. See you on Monday then,...” Tony hesitated, completely forgetting to ask for his name.

“Oh, it’s Steve��

“Right Steve” Steve could feel the engines in Tony’s head working.

“I’m Tony, by the way”

Steve smiled. “I know”

Tony looked at Steve as if he was crazy and walked out.

“Are you for real? He introduced himself and you replied ‘I know’?” Bucky asked, a little too louder for Steve’s taste and slapping him on the back of his head.

Steve had his head buried in his arms on the table of the canteen and growled. He had slapped himself several times since that day, but he didn’t have the chance to tell his friends.

“What the hell is wrong with you man?” Sam rolled his eyes “You were supposed to say, I don’t know, nice to meet you or something, definitely not I know”

“He’s going to think I’m a weirdo. Or a stalker”

“Yes, he will dude” Wanda replied, patting on his shoulder.

“Stevie, incoming, get up” Bucky warned, seeing Tony walking towards them.

“Tell Sharon I don’t want to talk to her”

“Well, I hope you’ll want to talk to me”

Steve’s head tilted up, recognising Tony’s voice, and kicked Bucky under the table for not being too specific.

“Yeah, uhm. Sorry, hi”

Tony took something from his backpack and laid on the table an enormous folder, separated into four big sections by coloured sticky notes.

“Here, the notes I talked to you about the other day”

“You just had all of these notes laying around?”

Tony shook his head, proudly.

“Nope made them all just for you”

Steve looked at Tony and then at Bucky, hoping he could read the brunet better than he could.

“I didn’t want to bother you with notes you already had, let alone making them just for me”

“You didn’t and will never bother me, Steve-o”

Steve blushed, looking away as fast as he could”

“I’m Tony by the way. Or did you already know that too?”

Tony held out his hand to Sam, who shook it forcefully. Wanda and Bucky loudly chuckled. Steve sent a deadly stare on Wanda’s way and kicked Bucky on his ankle.

Steve took the hint when Tony sat more comfortably on the bench next to him, stealing some fries from his lunch trail, and Bucky elbowed him in the ribs, in a clear final to start a conversation.

“So… how was your date?”

“Excuse me?” Tony stopped to look at Steve with a fry still mid-air “What date?”

Steve looked at Bucky and Sam, begging to help him out, but they were both too busy staring into each other’s eyes to notice.

“Your date with Natasha”

Wanda crossed her arms in front of her, eager to see where this was going and Tony looked perplexed.

“Yeah, you know, you told me that you asked her out and your friend was mad about it”

And I was mad about it, Steve thought but didn’t add anything.

“Oh that. Ok, no, you got it all wrong”

Steve’s eyes widened.

“I did ask her out just because Barton had been talking about her forever and didn’t have the balls to do it themselves”

Steve blushed and Wanda had to turn away. If Tony hadn’t been there, she would have burst out laughing in Steve’s face, but she was a good enough friend not to embarrass him in front of his crush anymore than he already was.

“Glad we cleared that out but now I have to go. I will pick you up on Friday after school. Pack an overnight bag and your books, you're in for an intensive Stark study session” Tony declared, getting up, shoving the rest of Steve’s fries in his mouth.

“And just so you know- Tony stood beside Steve, with his hands on Steve’s broad shoulder, and whispered in his ear- I like ‘em blond, tall and oblivious”

Tony winked at Steve’s friends, who were staring at him with their mouths open, and walked away.

Steve suddenly turned red and buried his head back into his arms crossed on the table.

“What did just happened”

“Dude, I think he just asked you out AND called you oblivious” Sam replied, before the three of them burst out laughing.

Only four days passed for Friday to come, but to Steve, it felt like four years.

Steve walked out of the school, waiting for Tony in the parking lot. He leaned against a metal fence, talking to his friends.

“Oh c’mon Wanda, you’re ditching us too?” Sam whined after Wands told them she couldn't make it to their usual videogame afternoon. Steve knew why, no one in the right state of mind would want to third wheel for Sam and Bucky.

Bucky put an arm behind Sam’s back, pulling him closer to his chest.

“This means that we have the house to ourselves” he whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, before shoving his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth.

“Disgusting” Steve growled, looking away.

“Alright, I’m out of here” Wanda said, smacking a kiss on Steve’s cheek.

Bucky pulled away from the kiss and lightly hugged Wanda, before turning to Steve.

“Pot, kettle. You’re the one here with a three-days-date with mr playboy”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“He’s two years younger, Bucky. Two years”

Tony pulled up in front of the three in a bright orange AUDI and honked twice to get Steve’s attention. Steve opened the door and sat in the seat next to Tony. Before he managed to close the door, Sam and Bucky started making obscene gestures and sounds.

“Drive away, Tony, for the love of God” Steve mumbled, turning to secure the seat belt and flipping off his friends from the car window.

The car ride was silent, not out of embarrassment, but because they didn’t have anything to talk about. Maybe they would have found something of common interest if either one of them had the balls to start a conversation. Which was weird because usually, Tony couldn’t shut up to save his life.

They were going in the opposite direction from Tony’s house and Steve wanted to ask why, but he wasn’t supposed to know where Tony lived and didn’t want to look like a stalker.

Eventually, they arrived in a large private parking lot. They both jumped out of the car and took all of the bags from the car. Tony had an incredible amount of things for a two-days-steak out, and Steve offered to carry some of the bags.

“You’re my knight in shining armour” Tony said with a smile that went from ear to ear and Steve’s heart almost skipped a beat.

Then, they both walked for 15 minutes until they arrived at a luxurious cabin. Tony kicked the mat, revealing the key and opened the door, letting all of the bags fall in the middle of the big corridor.

Steve helped Tony put away the groceries after dinner and then brought out his books. Tony returned from the toilet with a box of Monopoly.

“What exactly are you doing?” Tony asked, looking at Steve and the mountain of books on the kitchen table.

“I thought we came here to stu- Steve cut himself short after seeing Tony’s expression- never mind” he finished, putting the books back in the backpack.

“Dude- Tony slammed a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses on the table- it’s Friday night. We’ll think of the shitty stuff tomorrow”

Tony laid on the table the cardboard and divided the money between the two of them.

“So. You’ve heard of Monopoly, but have you ever played drunk Monopoly?”

Steve shook his head.

“Every time you land on someone else property, you chug one shot, if you go to prison, it’s three for every turn you spend in it”

Steve’s eyes widened. That was going to be a lot of alcohol, especially for someone who hadn’t even tried beer yet. But he nodded anyway because, well, Tony.

After they finished the first round around the board, Steve threw the dice and landed on Tony’s property. Tony smirked and poured vodka in one glass and slid it to Steve. Steve looked at the glass and then at Tony, with a disgusted expression.

“Down in one sip, it’s not as bad as it seems”

Steve brought the glass closer to his nose, smelling the piercing smell of alcohol, he closed his eyes and drank in one chug. He felt like his throat was on fire, but after a couple of rounds, it was like chugging water.

They were both lightheaded and had ditched Monopoly to move to the couch. Tony was lying with his head on a cushion, with his legs on Steve’s lap. He poured some more vodka into the glasses and handed it to Steve. He held out his glass, letting them cling together.

“За здоровье” Tony said with a smile.

“What was that?” Steve asked, laughing.

“It’s Russian, it means ‘drink to health’”

Steve laughed, throwing his head back.

“I didn’t know you knew Russian”

“I don’t, this is the only thing I know. The only important thing to know actually”

They both laughed as Steve caressed Tony’s ankles.

“Tony, can I ask you something?”

Tony looked up.

“Where are your parents? I mean, aren’t they mad you’re here without them?”

Tony rolled his eyes and sat up. He took the bottle of vodka and drank directly from it.

“My parents don’t even know what grade I’m in. I’m going to bed now” he replied with harshness in his voice as he got up and walked to the bedroom, stumbling.

Way to go Steve.

The morning after Tony woke up to the smell of freshly made pancakes. He walked into the kitchen with a huge smile, inhaling the perfume. He gulped when he realised that Steve was the one flipping pancake, topless. He stopped by the door, admiring Steve’s perfect back muscles.

“I could kidnap you if it means I get to wake up like this every morning” Tony mumbled, sitting on the stool. Steve smiled, flipping the last pancake and sliding it on the plate. He put two blueberries and a slice of fried bacon to make a smiley face.

He slid the plate in front of Tony, who looked at Steve with a little smirk. Steve observed Tony’s face while he ate his pancake. It was like the tension of the night before had been drowned in their sleep.

Tony let out a loud moan and Steve almost spat his coffee. Tony noticed and chuckled.

“This is the shit, Steve-o” Tony screamed, sliding another stack of pancakes on his plate and drowning them in maple syrup.

They worked the whole day, without even feeling like time was passing. Steve was actually feeling like he was understanding something, which was really good.

After dinner, Tony brought out a poker set.

“Strip poker, you up for it?”

Steve tensed in the chair. Tony noticed and started to look for something in his pocket.

“I have something to ease the tension if you want to” he said, sliding a packet of weed through the table.

Steve’s eyes widened.

“I don’t- I don’t really feel comfortable, y’know, smoking it”

Tony put on a disappointed expression, putting it back in his pocket.

“I can bake it though” Steve winked at Tony, letting him put the bag in his hand.

Tony sat on the counter, swinging his legs as he licked every spoon Steve put down. He ground the weed and it to Steve, who mixed it with the batter before putting the brownies in the oven.

Tony sat on the counter, waiting for the brownies to be ready, swinging his legs in a very childish way, while Steve drew a little sketch of him on his notepad.

When the timer rang, Steve made sure to close his sketchbook before taking them out of the oven and cutting them into even squares. He put them on a plate before sitting at the kitchen table and starting mixing the deck.

Tony took a brownie and bit it, letting out a loud moan.

“Seriously, how do you do it?”

They were already high when they got into the real game. The first items to fall on the floor were the socks, then their sweatshirts and t-shirts, leaving Tony only with his boxers on. Steve still had his t-shirt.

Steve laid his card on the table, smirking at Tony.

“Those- he pointed at Tony’s briefs- have to go” he said smiling as he took the deck, mixing and handing out the cards, without taking his eyes off Tony. Tony took his sweet time getting up and started playing around with the elastic, getting it lower on his hips as he got in front of Steve, who tried to look at his cards, avoiding looking at Tony, sliding his underwear to his ankle, kicking them as far as possible.

Tony walked closer to Steve, tilting his head up with a finger from under his chin.

“Look at me, Steve-o”

Steve started with his mouth slightly open. Tony moved his chair, sitting on Steve’s lap, moving his hips on Steve’s. He took the cards from Steve’s hand, putting them down on the table.

“Let’s pretend- Tony slid his hands under Steve’s t-shirt- just for a second-he pulled the limbs of the white cotton up, moving his hips on Steve’s a bit more- that you lost this round, huh?”

Steve moaned and Tony managed to take the t-shirt away. He scooted back a little to admire Steve’s toned body until he fell ass fist on the floor. They both laughed and then Steve took a piece of brownie and kneeled over Tony. He spread the chocolate crumbles all over Tony’s chest. Smirking, he started hovering over Tony, before lowering his face and licking every last piece of cake from his skin. Tony gulped as he fell the little wet kisses on his stomach.

Once Steve stopped, Tony took the chance to turn the tables, pushing Steve on the floor. As he sat on his hips, Tony felt Steve growing harder under him. He started moving in circles, smirking as Steve started squirming under him.

“If-if you’re going to make me...cum- Steve panted- you can at least k-kiss me”

Tony chuckled, lowering himself over Steve’s face. He caressed his cheek with his thumb and then moved to his lips, brushing them, without asking his eyes away from Steve’s. Their lips barely touched before Tony stood up and went back to moving his hips on Steve's and chuckled when Steve tried to protest.

Tony’s movement became slower and slower until he felt Steve's underwear getting wet under him. He sped his movements until he released all over Steve’s chest.

Sunday was a normal, lazy Sunday. They cuddled on the sofa under a cosy blanket. To be honest, they didn’t even bother putting any clothes back on. They just kept doing their exercises in their birthday suits, teasing each other, but never going over small, wet kisses on their chests. At some point, Tony fell asleep on Steve’s chest and Steve did shortly after while stroking Tony’s hair.

When they woke up, it was already dark outside. During the afternoon it started snowing. They hoped it would stop by the time they had to leave. However, during their nap, it snowed even more violently and it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon. The road conditions were not ideal to drive back. The only thing they could do was stay right where they were.

“You don’t mind staying here until tomorrow morning, do you?” Tony asked, playing with Steve’s hand as they were watching a movie on the sofa.

“Nope, not even a little bit” Steve mumbled, smelling Tony’s hair.

The plan was fine, if only they hadn't slept through every single one of their alarms.

Tony hit Steve with a pillow, waking him up, while he jumped around trying to slide on his jeans.

“We’re fucking stupid. So fucking stupid”

Steve yawned, stretching his arms when Tony threw a shirt on his face.

“Take only the things you need and leave everything else here, we’ll take care of that later” Tony yelled, pouring coffee in a thermos and packing in a box some cookies Steve baked in the evening.

“Go, go, go, c’mon” Tony pushed Steve out of the door and down the track.

They jumped in the car and Tony started driving it out of the parking lot, humming a rock song Steve didn’t know. Steve held the thermos close to Tony, as he sipped the hot beverage with a straw.

“Cookie” he asked right before Steve handed him one.

They pulled up by the school just in time not to be late for the first lesson. Steve kissed Tony’s cheek before turning towards his classroom.

“See ya later” Tony screamed.

“Dude, what’s that?” Bucky asked, pointing at the t-shirt Steve was wearing, once they were in the corridor, after the lesson.

“What?” He asked before looking down at it. “Oh, shit. Uhm…”

Steve scratched the back of his head, realising that the shirt was a little tight and was constricting every movement.

“It’s Tony’s. We had a uhm...a nice weekend”

Tony came up from behind him, sparking him on the butt.

“I can see that” Sam chuckled on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Is that your shirt, Steve?”

Steve blushed in response.

As the group started walking away, Steve pulled Tony into a toilet, pushing him into a stall as soon as they checked that no one was in there.

Tony locked the door.

“Uhm, I like where this is going” he said with a smirk.

“Not what you’re thinking, Tony. I just need my shirt back, I’m having almost no movement here”

Tony chuckled.

“But I like yours. It’s big and cosy and it smells like you”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Ok, let’s make a deal. You give me my shirt back and I’ll lend you my sweatshirt”

Tony seemed to think about that for a few seconds.

“Only if I get to hold on to it as long as I want to”

“Deal”

Eventually, Steve, with a lot of difficulties, managed to take off Tony's shirt, handing it back to its legitimate owner. Tony was starstruck by Steve’s perfect chest, although he had been seeing a hell of a lot of it in the past couple of days. Steve pulled off his shirt from Tony and wore his.

Once Tony was dressed, Steve went to open the door of the stall but Tony's hand grabbed his wrist, pulling Steve closer to him. He stood on his tiptoes, bringing their lips together.

Steve took Tony by his hips and let Tony cup his face, going deeper into the kiss.

“We’re ok, aren’t we” Steve asked, opening the little door and walking out.

“More than ok” Tony replied, taking Steve’s hand and making their way down the corridor.