#oops sorry ten years late

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Show Me | Older!Eddie x F!Virgin Reader

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Anonymous asked: Inexperienced!reader giving Eddie a handjob and a blowjob for the first time?

Cw: ten-year age gap, sex toys, female masturbation, the reader is kinda a perv (oops), Eddie is also kinda a perv (oops), reader first time giving oral, reader first time having sex, pet names.

CW: 7.1k It's long again, I'm sorry! idk how to do short

Moving trucks have been parked in your neighbour's driveway for about two days. You had always liked the Kaminskys, but they were older and now moving to a retirement community. This is the second day of moving trucks, and the new owners are moving in today. You have yet to receive much information from the realtor regarding the new neighbours, but you hope they'll be pleasant. You had already baked something to welcome them to the neighbourhood, in hopes that it could be a younger family or couple. Perhaps someone closer to your age?

You moved to this town around three years back when you received your first job offer after completing your college degree. You had saved up enough money to buy a one-bedroom house for a very affordable price. Although it required some repairs, you were happy with it because it allowed you to decorate it according to your liking. You loved the neighbourhood even if you were the only twenty-five-year-old on the block.

As you looked out from behind your front rooms curtains, you could see the movers unloading a big moving truck. There was one person among them who really caught your attention. You had never seen him before. It was a small town and you lived in a quiet suburb by the water in the south of Michigan. Everyone knew everyone, and you hadn’t seen this man before.

He appeared to be in his mind to late 30s and had a muscular build. His brown wavy hair was tied back in a low bun that connected with the five o clock shadow in his face. He was wearing a tight black ribbed tank top that showcased the tattoos covering both his arms and hands. He was hot... Way too hot not to have not ever been seen or talked about in your small lakefront town. Upon further observation, it became apparent that he was not wearing the attire of a mover.

Oh my god. He must be the new neighbour.

“Please be single, please be single, please be single,” you chanted as you hastily went to your closet in search of an outfit that looked cute so that you could introduce yourself.

You took your time getting ready; he obviously needed time to unload, and you didn’t want to overwhelm him…. And whoever else might be moving in.

God, you hoped he didn’t have a wife or whatever.

You shook your head to get rid of your rambling internal thoughts. You took a deep breath and told yourself to chill the fuck out. You could do this. You’ll go over in your sweet little sundress, introduce yourself, and offer him the chocolate cake you baked…

You weren't as excited as you were last night while baking it, now you were just nervous. You imagined a sweet family moving in with a newborn - a couple your age with whom you could become really close friends. But now, you are faced with a hot and sexy bad boy neighbour who may or may not have a wife and kids. Maybe he wasn’t into women at all?! That would suck. This situation is making you feel extremely anxious and overwhelmed due to your lack of interactions with the opposite sex.

To say you haven’t had a lot of experience was an understatement. You went through high school without a boyfriend. You went through college without a boyfriend. You weren’t into drunken hookups with random strangers for your first sexual experience. You went on many first dates, but nothing ever came of those many first dates. So you waited. And waited.

You thought that maybe you would meet somebody through work and then it would happen, but you’ve been so caught up with working and renovating your house your social life has taken a step back.

Of course, you wanted to find someone. To finally be with someone in a sexual way. To give yourself wholly to someone. Nothing ever went past kissing and or being felt up. But that was the extent of your sexual experience with another person.

Your sexual experience with yourself, on the other hand, was pretty standard. You've got your toys to get by. The first time you gave yourself a real orgasm from the vibrator you bought, it changed your world. Slowly, you worked your way up to toys you could insert once you got a little braver. So technically, yes, you hadn't slept with another person, but now you were more than ready to explore and get out there. You wanted that connection with someone.

So, about half an hour after the moving truck left, you worked up the courage to walk over and knock on the front door. You gave yourself a once-over before leaving. You wore a white sundress with tiny red cherries that fell mid-thigh, your hair was pulled back with a matching red hairband, and you had a fresh, subtle makeup look.

With a deep breath, you held that cake with all your might to ensure you didn't drop it and you simply knocked on the door.

"Just a second," You heard a deep voice call out. A few long seconds later, the door opens, and you're face to face with a wet, shirtless man in just a towel. As you suspected, it was the man you saw unloading the boxes.Fucking hell, He was attractive, with a toned body covered in tattoos. Your gaze drifted to his towel hanging low on his hips. -"Oh shit, sorry, let me just uh- I'll be right back," He sputtered as he realized he was basically naked in front of a young woman, most likely his neighbour.

"Sorry, I can come back later!" to try to fight off the blood rushing to your face.

"No- no, just, uh-hang on!' You hear him yell from inside the house. He came back out wearing black sweatpants which he had cut himself to make into shorts and a plain black tee shirt.

"Hi." He smiles as he walks back onto the front porch where you stood.

"Hi, I'm sorry. I should have waited a little longer to come introduce myself." You laugh uncomfortably.

"Nah, it's okay; not every day I'm greeted by a pretty girl with a cake." He smirks.

"What? Oh yea, I uh- just wanted to welcome you and uh your...wife?"

He shakes his head no.

"Your partner?"

Another no.

"Kid?" you try one last time. And he smiles with a chuckle.

"Anyway, I baked a cake just to say welcome." You shoved the plate into his chest, almost smushing it into his shirt.

"Thank you, that's very kind."

"You're welcome. So, um, I guess I'll get going; leave you to it." You turn to walk down the steps.

"Wait! What's your name?" you wince. You're so nervous you didn't even introduce yourself.

"I'm sorry." You giggled uncomfortably.

"I'm Eddie Munson," he smiled. His smile was infectious; you smiled back and gave him your name.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Um- thanks." You shy into yourself.

"So you said you live next door?"

"Yeah, uh, I'm just over at forty-four." You motion over your shoulder to your house.

"You live there with your folks?" He cocks his head.

"No, Mr. Munson. It's all mine, mine alone." You giggle.

"You don't look old enough," he squints suspiciously.

"I would like to have you know I am twenty-five." You say proudly.

"Oh well, pardon me." He smiled. This made Eddie feel much better about being so attracted to you. God forbid you were still living at home with your parents. He would feel like a total creep.

"Anyways, I uh should get going," you point over your shoulder.

"Oh, ok, well, um, once I'm done setting up, please stop by whenever. I could use a familiar face around... being new to town and all."

"Sure thing, it was nice meeting you. Mr. Munson." you smile.

"Please call me Eddie!" He called as you walked back over to your house,

"Enjoy the cake!" You give a small wave.

"Oh, I will." Before you turn back, you watch as he takes a finger, dips it in the icing, and puts it in his mouth without breaking eye contact... you hadn't witnessed anything so sensual. You almost trip over your sandals as you scurry back into your house.

All of your interactions with Eddie over the next week were flirtatious. He managed to make your heart beat faster than any man had before.

After a week and a half, Eddie finally organized the house. His furniture was set up, and most of the moving boxes had been emptied. He would see you when you came home from work in the evenings as he sat on his porch with a cigarette.

"Hey, Eddie," You would blush,

"Hey, sweetheart" He would smile back without fail.

If anyone else were to call you that, you'd want to clock them; however, coming out of Eddie's mouth? Somehow, it made you swoon.

"Hey, um, you don't have to, but would you want to join me for dinner? Tonight? I am sure you're exhausted from unpacking, and I'm a pretty good cook... unless you hated my cake so feel free to say no.-" You rambled on.

"I'd love to join you for dinner. That's very sweet of you to offer." This was so new for Eddie. Neighbours being neighbourly. He was always the outcast in his town growing up. Now, at thirty-five, he is finally saved up enough to get out of town, start fresh, and open his own autobody shop. Have an actual house of his own, not that he wasn't grateful for his uncle and the trailer park.

Here, he could be anyone he wanted to be. He met some of the townspeople, and they seemed nice enough when he told them he would be taking over for Mr. Sanders's mechanic shop.

"Okay, great! I'm just going to get changed, I'll leave the door open; feel free to come in and make yourself at home whenever you're ready." You motioned to him and his cigarette."

"Thanks, Sunshine." He smiled that smile you couldn't overcome, and you rushed inside to find a n outfit that didn’t scream ‘I work for corporate America.’

You made your way up to your loft, which doubled as your bedroom that overlooked the living area and kitchen. You were in the middle of stripping when you heard the front door open; only then did you realize that when you told him to make himself at home, you had forgotten the minor detail that he would be able to see you changing. You scurried into your walk-in closet with a squeak so he wouldn't have dinner and a show.

"Sunshine?" He asked, walking into your home.

"I'll be down in a minute!" You yell as you scramble to find your jean shorts.

"Take your time." He walks around your home, observing your picture gallery.

"Help yourself to a beer or whatever you want in the fridge."

"Thanks."

As you walk back down your stairs, you see Eddie sitting on your couch, beer in hand. Man-spread with an arm around the top of the sofa. You wished you could be by his side, arm around you instead.

"Good, you made yourself at home."

"Well, Sweets, I am a good listener." He tilted his head back, taking a swig from the bottle. You watched his Adam's apple bob in his long throat, and you thought about what it would feel like to kiss it.

"Any dietary restrictions?" You ask, shaking yourself from your dirty thoughts.

"Nah..." He shakes his head. "So, how did you swing a place like this at your age?"

It felt like a dig; maybe he just saw you as a kid... you would change his mind on that.

"Um, well, I got it on foreclosure; you should have seen it; it was a mess, and everyone wanted to tear it down, but I had a vision. It took a few years, but it's finally finished. I had some help from my grandmother's inheritance, but it wasn't much. So I worked my ass off, and here we are" you spoke as you got together the pots and ingredients.

"Looks like you're doing well for yourself" He smiled as he watched you bend over, unintentionally showing off your cute plump ass.

"Yeah, I guess. So what do you do?" you turn and catch him staring at your behind.

"Well, I just bought the auto shop off Mr. Sander's, so if you're ever in any car trouble, I'm your guy." He smiles.

"Good to know; I know nothing when it comes to my Ruby."

"Ruby?"

"Yeah, my car, she's red, so I named her Ruby."

"That's cute; it suits you."

You don't say much after you start cooking; you are in the zone, ensuring everything is perfect.

"So, what's a girl like you do around here for fun?"

"A girl like me?"

"Yeah, young, beautiful." He takes a bite like what he said was obvious.

"Umm well... work mostly. We have block parties, it is all families around here; my friends all live in the city." You take a sip of beer to settle your nerves.

"This is really good." He motions to the plate of food in front of him.

"You know what? We are having our town's Fourth of July party on Saturday. Everyone goes, you should come! I can show you around more, introduce you to more people, and you can spread the word about your new business opening up next week."

"Yeah, I'd really like that."

After Eddie had thanked you for the meal, he stayed a few more hours; you enjoyed his company. He respectfully kissed you on the cheek goodnight, and you made your way straight up to your room with your toys because you couldn't stand it any longer.

Eddie made you feel like your body was on fire. When he would lightly graze his fingertips along your bare arm or when he would compliment you. His voice alone made your lower tummy tingle.

You pulled out your trusty rabbit that never failed you. You felt dirty, but Eddie had you so worked up you needed relief.

As you lay on your bed, you strip yourself down to nothing. You think about how Eddie’s big, strong hands would tease your body. Working yourself up in your mind. You got wetter by the second.

You imagined how his voice would sound as you imagined the filthy words that would come out of that perfectly plump mouth. That mouth you wanted all over your body.

You imagined, pictured, and played a movie of Eddie and you in your head until you got so worked up that you couldn’t take it anymore. Your clit was screaming at you to be touched. You turned on the toy, it came to life, and your body quivered with anticipation. Your body sprang to life as you slowly worked the toy around your wet hole and then plunged in the dildo. You went deeper and deeper until the little vibrator at the top of the toy hit your clit.

Your body arched up as you felt the waves of pleasure wash through your veins. You pumped the toy in and out of your wet pussy, thinking about your older neighbour. How hot he looked in nothing but that towel when you first met. How your pussy clenched at the sight of his happy trail. How his muscles formed a V travelling right to where you wanted most. You could see his bulge under the white fluffy bath towel wrapped around his waist. You thought about how good his flesh would feel against yours as he pumped his cock inside of you like how you were with your toy.

“Oh, Eddie!” You moaned, forgetting your window was open for the summer breeze you loved to feel in the night.

Your free hand travels to your breast; you tweak your sensitive nipple and moan out again. Your white transparent curtains fluttered with the wind, but you were too wrapped up in your fantasy to notice.

When Eddie got home he went straight into his new bedroom and opened his window because the evening breeze was blowing. He then got ready for bed and was reading when he heard his name. His head shot up, thinking he was hearing things. Then, he listened to another sultry moan. He took off his reading glasses and got up to investigate. His eyes shot wide open as he saw your silhouette through your curtains. He saw your the outline of your body, how your hand worked where he wanted to put his cock the most.

It was wrong, it was so wrong, but now Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of the image in front of him. He tried walking away, and he almost did, but when he heard your sweet voice moan his name again, his feet were planted on the ground. This only confirmed that you were as attracted to him as he was to you. He had thought so tonight at dinner but now he would dare to go for it. Ask you out for real.

Your body felt like it was on fire the way the toy vibrated throughout your body. The pressure kept building and building until you were on the brink. Your body seized as your pussy clamped down on the dildo inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the waves of pleasure washed over your entirety. You caught your breath and knew that Eddie was the one you wanted to be with. He was the one; if he could make you feel this good in your fantasies, you can only imagine how it would be for real.

Eddie was nervous, even though you had confirmed, unintentionally, that you were attracted to him; it had been a while since he asked out about a girl he liked, especially when he was about to ask out one who was ten years younger.

Saturday couldn't come soon enough. You had asked Eddie as a friend, but Eddie would treat it as a date, and he would make sure you knew it was a date. You were excited to spend time with Eddie again after your dinner. It had only been four days, but the anticipation was creeping in. You were so surprised when he showed up at your door with flowers.

"Eddie, you didn't have to do this, but thank you!" you smiled as you sniffed the daisies.

"Of course I did; what kind of date would I be if I showed up empty-handed?" He smirked as he stepped into your house as you went to get a vase for your flowers.

“A date, huh?” You smirked over your shoulder.

“Yes. A date”

“Okay,” you smile as you take his hand in yours and lock up your house.

Eddie was smitten; he had you on his arm, and he felt like the king of the world. You were also smitten. Finally, you were on a date with someone who you were very interested in.

Eddie was funny and charming, and you found out he was really nerdy, but it was only much more endearing. You learned how he played guitar and was in a high school garage band that landed a few gigs at the local bar. The more you got to know him, the more you wanted to be with him.

Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you as the night went on, and you enjoyed it. When he wasn't holding your hand, he was holding your waist; if he wasn't holding your waist, his arm was draped over your shoulder.

When the fireworks started, you gazed up at the sky together, wrapped up in one another warmth as the cool breeze of the lake came through. Halfway through the show, he went to kiss the top of your head but you had moved to look up at him, and you caught his lips with yours. Just like the fireworks in the sky, there were fireworks between the both of you. When you both pulled back, you could see in his eyes that he felt it, too.

You finished off the night hand in hand as he walked you home. He kissed you good night like a perfect gentleman, and you bid one another a goodnight.

You were so giddy and excited about Eddie. The more you went out, the more time you wanted to spend with him. You were finishing your third official date when you asked him to join you inside your place for a nightcap.

Things moved quickly once you settled inside. Your drinks were hardly touched. Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you.m as you made out like a couple of horny teenagers in the couch.

Your mind was racing. Why hadn’t you told him you’re a virgin? You invited him in. He’s probably expecting sex… oh god, what if he’s turned off by the fact that you’re not experienced?

“We can slow down if you want.” he pulled away; he had sensed something was off. You became stiff and seemed like you weren't into the makeout anymore.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a bit nervous… I’m -uh just out of practice…” you shied.

“That’s okay we can take it slow.” He stroked your cheek.

“Are you sure?” You twiddled with his fingers that are resting on your thigh.

“Of course. We can go at your speed.”

“I need to tell you something.” You looked down at the floor. He nodded his head but then spoke because you weren’t looking at him.

“I’ve never… I uh. Shit. I’ve never been with anyone before.”

“What?” Eddie was dumbfounded. How? There was no way he heard you correctly.

“I’m a virgin.” You pull away, but Eddie reaches for you.

“oh wow. I wasn't expecting that... uh- but that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” he comforts you.

“But I do want to,” you rush out. “It’s not like I’m waiting for marriage; it just hasn’t happened…”

“We will go at your pace” Eddie smiled.

“Thank you”

You shift closer to him, wanting to kiss him again, especially after being so cool with everything.

You leaned in to kiss him again, but he was hesitant.

“You sure, sunshine?”

“Yea” you sigh into his mouth.

Eddie grabs the back of your head so he can pull you in closer.

Your hand rested on his knee. As you continued to kiss him your hand bravely traveled up his thigh.

“Woah, hold on, sunshine.” He rested his hand on yours to stop moving.

Oh my gosh, this is it. He had come to his senses. He’s rejecting you.

"You sure you want to go there? Because if we keep going, I will want to do things to you, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you're not ready."

"I promise. I've waited so long for the right guy, and I'm ready, trust me." If he only knew about your little collection of toys upstairs.

"We don't have to go all the way tonight okay?"

"Yeah, okay." You nodded your head with anticipation. Okay, this was good. He accepted you, and he still wanted to fool around.

You returned to making out on your couch, and the heavy petting ensued. This time, Eddie didn't stop your advances as your hand travelled up his thigh to the crease of his leg and up his crotch. Your hand felt around his bulge through his jeans. There was no denying that he was turned on. The way his cock strained against the thick black fabric should have been illegal. It must have been uncomfortable for him. You just had to let it spring free.

You shifted your weight forward to get closer to him. To feel him. His thighs were thick and defined. You could also feel how hard they were. Your mind wandered to how they would feel to sit on.

Before you knew it, your body was moving before your brain could catch up. One leg draped over his, and you were mounted on Eddie's leg. His deliciously thick leg. You just did what felt right; as you sat down on Eddie, the pressure situated onto your pussy felt so delicious. Your hips started rocking back and forth, building up a rhythm.

You heard and felt Eddie moan in your mouth, and this only enticed you on to keep going, your body driven by pleasure.

"That feel good, baby?" He cooed in your ear before he started kissing down your neck.

"Mmmmhmmm." You nodded frantically, eyes shut, not daring to look at him.

"Good girl, keep going." You felt his big hands grip the top of your ass as he helped you rock your hips against his jeans. The pressure in your lower stomach was building and building; you could feel your orgasm as close.

“Fuck that’s it, use me”

Fuck, you haven't gotten off by dry-humping something in years. Not since you found your first vibrator.

"You close, baby girl?" He whispered against your lips as you kept kissing him. A muffled yes was said, and before you could continue to speak, waves of pleasure washed over your whole body. It stared from your clit and radiated up like it travelled through your bloodstream straight to your head.

Your movements slowed, and you managed to catch your breath; Eddie was still hard as a rock under his jeans, and there was no way you weren't going to help out with that.

You mimicked the way Eddie kissed your neck on Eddie. Your tongue moved the way he moved on your neck. Your hands worked in tandem with your mouth. Your fingers worked to open his jeans as you kept kissing on sucking on Eddie's long tattooed neck.

"You don't have to, Sugar," he panted, but you could hear in his tone that he was excited. He wanted this as much as you did... maybe even more.

"But I want to, Eddie." You batted your eyelashes, and you pulled away to let him see your playful pout.

You've watched enough porn and heard enough of your friend's stories to know what you're doing. Sure, the first and only time you saw a dick in real life was in your third year at uni when you tried to go down on the guy you were out with but then got scared, and he walked you home... but you got this! You're an adult woman who knows what she wants, and what she wants is right at her fingertips.

Your little pep talk in your head must have been evident on your face because Eddie started speaking again.

"You done this before?" He asks gently, not judgingly. You shake your head slightly in return.

"You want me to guide you?"

You nodded your head yes. You wanted to be good and do it right.

"Kay," He smiled.

Eddie told you how to work your hands slowly, teasingly at first, not too much but not too little. And no sudden sharp yanking movements at first... You listened, and when you were ready, you moved his boxers down, and his cock was released. It was so big, so much bigger than you thought it would be. The one you saw was a least half the size of Eddie's.

"Oh my god," You gasped.

"It's okay, sugar; he won't bite." Eddie kissed you to make you feel more comfortable. Your hand travelled back to his cock so you could grip it in your hand, not too hard, but not too gently like Eddie had said. The tip produced a bead of precum that was already leaking out, which was a good sign. Your fingers brushed over the head, and Eddie sucked in a breath.

"Did I hurt you?" you dropped his cock from your release.

"No, quite the opposite, baby."

"Oh," you giggled. You picked up where you left off, stroking his cock in your grip, teasing it and feeling it. You were surprised by how velvety the skin felt.

As you continued to make up with Eddie, cock in hand. You suddenly felt braver, and the need to have him in your mouth grew stronger. You slinked your way off the couch so you were sat in front of him on your knees, eyes and mouth level with his behemoth that he calls his cock.

“You sure, little one?" He asked, and you nodded your head with a smile. You moved before your surge of confidence broke.

You sat up a little more and moved his cock towards you, and tentatively licked the tip. You continued your kitten licks a few more times before enveloping his tip in your warm, wet mouth. You peered up at Eddie through your long lashes; he looked like he was enjoying himself, so you must have been doing something right? You swirled your tongue along the tip before dipping you're head down lower to take more of him. Eddie let out a moan, and this made you smile. Yes, you were doing something right. So you continued, lower and lower.

You'd be lying if you didn't say you've tested your gag reflex on one of the dildos you own; where is the fun in that? But now that it was a real mans cock in your mouth, you understood the hype about giving head. You genuinely liked it so far, but that's probably due to Eddie and how comfortable he makes you feel.

"You sure you've never done this before?" He managed to get out.

"uhhhhuuhhhhhh" You moned against his cock and that only jerked Eddie's hip up into you.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that just felt really good, baby" He stroked your head before gripping the back of your hair like he was resisting to push you further down.

"Fuck baby, you're way too good at this to be a virgin."

"You calling me a Liar, Mr. Munson?" You popped off his cock and started jerking him off with your hand again.

"No, no, baby, shit, I mean, ohhh, fuck you're very good for this being your first time."

"Thank you" You put the tip back in your mouth as you sucked on it, but your hands continued to work the shaft.

Eddie didn't last much longer; he told you to take your mouth off but continue with your hands, not wanting to ruin his chance of being with you again if you tasted cum for the first time and you were disgusted. So you listened, wanting to please him; you watched as the white liquid spurted from his shaft and ran down your hands. It was warm and all you could picture was what it would look like leaking out of your pussy.

"Let me get you a towel" You got up when his cock finally stopped spazming.

You walked back over with a warm wet dishtowel, but not before you took his softening cock in your mouth to wipe up the access.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie wasn't expecting that. It was like he had awoken something inside you.

"I wanted to know what you tasted like," you surged before you handed him the towel.

"You, little minx, are going to be the death of me."

Eddie and you had been going out for two months since he moved in, and it had been a week since you gave Eddie your first blow job. It's been on your mind for the majority of the week. So when he asked you out again on a fourth date, you were very excited to see how that one would end. What more would the two of you explore?

Eddie cooked for you; he had a nice romantic dinner in his kitchen. His place was finally fully unpacked, and he gave you a grand official tour of his house afterward.

"You going to show me your bedroom?" You teased.

"You would love that, wouldn't you?" He teased back.

You headed up to his room. You walk inside, and it's pretty spacious; he has a small window off to the side that looks into your house. You stroll around the beige-carpeted floors to see if your suspicions are correct. He does, in fact, have a direct view of your bedroom.

"Ever spy on me, Mr. Munson?"

"mmmmm once or twice." He chuckles as his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body.

"Really?" You got a bit nervous; what had he seen?

"Well, a man can't help his curiosity when he hears a sweet voice moaning his name in the middle of the night."

This makes you gasp. He had to be joking! But then again, your windows are close together, and you love leaving them open...

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He turned you to face him, but you buried yourself into his chest, too embarrassed to look at him. "It's flattering.”

"Eddie" you moaned into his chest."

"I'm serious, knowing you want an old guy like me?"

"You're not even that old," you mumbled.

"Please look at me, Sunshine." He tilted your head up so he could gaze into your eyes. You tried to fight it, but you ultimately gave in.

"I'm embarrassed," You pout.

"Don't be; you don't even need to be embarrassed about your fantasies with me. Understood?"

"Okay." You shy away meekly.

“You want to tell me your fantasies? What you were thinking about when you touched yourself all alone in that bed of yours?”

“I-i-want…“

“It’s okay. I know you’re nervous, sweetheart. You can tell me.”

You paused, took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“I want to be taken care of,” you whispered.

“And”

“I want you to be the one to do it…”

"We can definitely arrange that," he said before taking your lips. His tongue parted your lips, making its way into your mouth. He was an excellent kisser. You were getting wet just by his kisses alone.

Eddie backs you up and leads you toward the king-size bed. Your knees give out when they hit the soft mattress, and you fall back, dragging Eddie down with you.

"You gonna let me take care of you, baby?"

"Please?"

"That's my girl." He smiled into the kiss before getting up so you could shimmy back onto the bed so you could rest on the pillows.

Eddie's mouth found yours again as his hands travelled up your body, feeling every inch of your skin. You felt like your body was on fire; the heat radiating between the two of you was evident.

"Can I take this off?" He played with the hem of your sundress.

"You can do whatever you want"

"That's a big promise, little one, gotta be careful with making promises like that." he cocks his head.

"I just want you." You go to take off your dress, but Eddie stops you so he can do it himself. You came prepared; you wore the nicest bra and panty set you owned. A pink lace and satin set. It made your boobs look out of this world the way the fabric cupped you just right. Accentuating every curve.

"All this f'me?"

You didn't answer. You just needed to kiss him again; your bodies melded together as he pressed you further into the mattress. His hands cupped your breasts, moulding and kneading them, and your sensitive nipples began to perk up at his rough touch.

"You're perfect," Eddie sighed as his mouth detached from yours and moved down to your neck. Your body tingled as his soft lips explored the exposed skin.

"Eddie," you moaned out in pleasure. Your hips started to grind up onto Eddie's calf, and he knew he had you right where he wanted.

His hands moved lower, cupping your lace covered heat. His fingers felt so good above the lace that separated the two of you; you couldn't wait to see what they felt like skin to skin.

"You mind if I?"

"Yes!" you said, a little too excited. But Eddie didn't mind. He thought it was so cute the way you were eager to let him explore your body.

"You know how often I've pictured you on this bed?" You shake your head, not biting your lip.

"Oh well, I would picture you like this... no, wait. There would be much less clothing." He wraps his arms around his body to take off his shirt, and he throws it across the room; next to go were his pants. You giggled at his antics. "Much better."

You could feel his cock press against your stomach as he pounced back down onto you. He continued where he had left off, his hand exploring your clothed cunt again, circling your clit above your panties, making you let out a sweet moan. He moved his hands further up until he made his way underneath your panties.

Your hips automatically moved as Eddie's hands explored your wet folds. His free hand pressed your hip, silently telling you not to move, that he will do this for you. You no longer had to be the only one to make yourself feel good. He was here to take care of you.

His thick finger slipped past your folds and up into your tight cunt.

"Oh!" You called out as his fingers broke past the barrier. They were much bigger than you're used to; your hands could never do the same as he was doing now.

"You're ok, baby," he cooed. He worked his hands inside of you, hitting a spot you'd never located before. That made your mind go numb and all fuzzy.

Eddie pulled out of you, and you whimpered in protest but quickly understood he was only taking off your panties for you. You lifted your legs, you helped him out, and he kissed down your leg until he reached your centre.

"May I?" He asked.

"Yes." You sigh.

Eddie waisted not a moment longer. His lips attached themselves to your lower ones. You’d never felt anything like it. The way his soft mouth moved around your clit, kissing and sucking on your swollen bud. You thought I couldn’t get any better than this. Until his tongue made its way onto your body and you cried out in pleasure. Too consumed by Eddie to be embarrassed by how loud you were being.

“Eddie! Oh god, yes, fuck right there!”

“You taste so sweet, even better than I imaged.” Eddie hummed into your cunt mimicking the vibrations your so use to with your vibrating toys. You body was quivering underneath him within minutes. He was way too good at this.

“Please, I’m coming, oh god I’m cuming!” You try to catch your breath with every world but it wa s no use. Eddie didn’t let up until your body was spent.

You watched Eddie sit up, your liquids covering his chin. He smiled as he spoke.

“We are only just getting started baby”

Another whimper left your throat as he pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. It bobbed as it was released from its confines and you wanted nothing more than to feel it in your mouth again.

“I know what you’re thinking, baby. But no, not tonight. I need to feel you.” He went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. You watched as he pulled out the condom from its foil wrappings. Your legs clenched in anticipation.

"I'm going to take real good care of you, Sunshine." he rolled it into himself before crawling back over your body.

"Okay, Eddie. I trust you."

Eddie's heart fluttered as you spoke. He was so honoured that you chose him to be your first. He would make you see what you had missed this whole time.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yes, I think so." You nod.

Eddie hovered over you as he took your lips into his once more. You could taste yourself in his mouth and he slowly worked the tip along your slit collecting your natural lube so he could slip himself easily inside.

"Oh my god!' Eddie was thick, so much thicker than you were used to with your silicone boyfriend you had hidden in the drawer. Thank god you were at least used to that because you didn't know how you would have handled this otherwise.

"You're doing so well for me, Sunshine." he praised as his cock dove deeper into you. Your tight cunt felt like paradise.

You told Eddie he could start moving once you were comfortable and adjusted to his size.

You saw starts as his cock plunged in and out of you; it felt so fucking good. You couldn't keep in your pleasure. Moan after moan was music to Eddie's ears. Why had you waited this long to feel something so good?

"So good, fuck, you're so fucking tight." His strokes never let up. He kept the same tempo as his hips snapped into you. Your mouths hardly disconnect unless you need to come up for air. His hands explored under your bra as he pulled a cup down to free your nipple. He moved from your mouth down to take your breast into his mouth, curling your peaked bud just like he did your clit minutes before.

Your body was lit up again; the heat between you both was one thousand degrees. Eddie, was your everything at this moment. You didn't, nor couldn't think of anything but the pleasure he was feeding you.

"More, more, more," You chant as Eddie's cock pounds into you, filling you more than you had ever felt before.

Eddie listened and moved his hands to your clit. Sparking an electrical bolt through your entire body. Your already sensitive clit was pulsing with desire as Eddie continued to pleasure you. With each stroke of his cock and hand, your body couldn't take it anymore, and you began to convulse under him.

"Shit fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Eddie spoke before he realized that he was making you cum undone beneath him.

"Oh, yes! Eddie!"

"That's it, such a good girl, taking me so well. God your pussy is made for me." he spoke as he still used your body for his own pleasure. He didn't take much after your cunt latched down on him like a vice that he was coming right after you. A loud grunt left his lips as he felt a wave of please come over his body. His sensitive cock spurted its hot while cum into the condom that was still inside you.

"Wow," Was all you managed to say. Your brain was mush, but it was the best way possible.

"Yeah, wow," Eddie chuckled as he rolled off of you, out of breath but feeling blissful nonetheless.

"Is it always like that?" You mindlessly asked.

"With me, baby girl? Yeah." He chuckled.

"Wow," You repeated. Your brain is still not fully back down to earth.

"You wanna be my girl Sunshine?"

This snapped you back into reality.

"What? Really?" You turn your head to look at him.

"Yeah, baby girl," He cupped your face, waiting for your answer.

"Yes, Eddie, I'll be your girl"

Part 2

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[my-castles-crumbling]

heart - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 410

(okay I asked someone who posted this idea a while back if I could write it and it finally came to me but now I forget who came up with the idea so just...know that this came from another tumblr post!)

Minerva McGonagall had known for years that Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were meant to be together.

As a professor, she obviously did not take a vested interest in her students' private relationships. That would be unprofessional. But...this was a special case.

You see, Sirius Black possessed a special place in Minerva's heart that few other students did. She felt for the boy. For his upbringing, for the way he flinched when his parents were mentioned. And Remus Lupin? Well, every professor in the school secretly favored Remus.

So when she started observing the way the two boys actions around each other changed as they grew? The way they smiled so brightly at each other? She hoped. She hoped to see the two of them happy. If any two students deserved it, it was them.

But then, to her dismay, as the boys finished their fifth year, things changed between the two boys. She saw awkward looks and hurt glances. Wishful gazes behind turned backs.

But she was smart, and she realized that sometimes, romance, especially young love, needs a little bit of a push. Which is how she devised her plan.

"Separate detentions?" James Potter whined at her after the four sixth-years got caught jinxing the paintings in the dungeon to sing offensive songs.

"Yes," she replied, keeping her voice firm. "You and Mister Black need to be given a break from each other." It was the perfect excuse. The two boys were too much trouble for their own good, anyway. "Mister Potter and Mister Pettigrew, you will join Professor Slughorn tomorrow evening. Mister Black and Mister Lupin, you will be joining me."

She ignored the angry grumbles from the boys.

The next evening, of course, Back and Lupin were to meet her in her classroom, where she was meant to be waiting.

Except (oops!), she showed up an hour late. That ought to be plenty of time, she thought, for a heart-to-heart conversation without their friends listening in.

Purposely making as much noise as possible, she stomped around a bit before opening the classroom door, just in time to see the two boys pull apart, cheeks a bit pink.

Smiling to herself, she said, "Sorry, boys! I forgot I even planned for your detention this evening. Since you were good enough to wait, you may leave."

She pretended not to see how quickly they both ran from the room, hands laced together.

Albus owed her ten galleons.

[000yul]

a friend asked for a quick and dirty TL of the new lunar new year official manhua oneshot (Let's Share a Meal Together) so i Tried★ it's a treat!! perfect for the new year

i forget how the siblings address each other in the official TL so i'm winging it here oops .: The movie has concluded, please leave in an orderly fashion. N: Ooh~ These two hours were well-spent. Even if they can't compare to me, this director's pretty promising. N: Hey! Watch where you're going! .: S-sorry…

N: Really now. … N: Feels like Lungmen's been more crowded than usual recently… N: Right! N: It's that time of year again.

(cover) Siblings though they may be, their tastes have nothing in common.

N: So… N: I'm thinking we should have a family dinner for New Year's Eve. CY: I don't know where you got this idea, CY: but that's fine by me.

CY: I don't think you'll find the others as easy to convince though. CY: Ling's such a free spirit you might find it hard to see her in time, let alone Dusk. CY: You don't get along with Dusk. Didn't you guys get into a fight over the bowl of noodles you cooked for her before? N: Bro, aren't you tired? (I know I am, just from watching…) CY: If you persevere every day, you wouldn't tire from something like this. CY: Nian, you should also exercise. Then in daily life, you'll… N: When it comes to martial arts, I'm pretty sure you have everyone in Great Yan beat. CY: Haha, you speak too highly. Even if that were true, if I let my guard down, in forty years there might be someone who can defeat me. N: It's just forty years. With a mortal lifespan, how many people are going to be able to match your years of practice?

CY: It's precisely because their lives are so short compared to ours CY: that the rate of their progress is beyond our imagination. CY: That's why I believe it's all the more important for us to spend time bettering ourselves. CY: Nian, if you feel like you have too much free time, how about I draw you up a training regimen… N: Wow, look at the time, I'm going to miss the next bus. N: I've rented a place in Lungmen, the address is as I said, don't be late, byee! CY: Sigh… This child is as impatient as ever…

Shangshu City N: Well, I've reached this pavilion… N: Why do all these peaks look the same… (bottle of booze) N: … N: She's not taking the bait, is she… N: (Last time Ling showed up for Second Brother's cup…) N: (I guess this doesn't compare…)

N: Open sesame, spin the bottle, whee! L: (I really don't want to show myself.) N: BOSS! GET OUT HERE, I WANT A REFUND! .: Ah…? N: YOU TOLD ME THIS WAS SO GOOD IT COULD TEMPT AN IMMORTAL TO DESCEND! N: THIS USELESS-ASS—

N: piece of… N: When did you get here? L: I've been sitting here for a while now. N: How did you know I'd be here today? L: It came to me in a dream, let's say. N: (here's a souvenir cup I got you.)

L: So what winds called you here from far away? L … I see, so you wanted to call us together for New Year's Eve dinner. L: I'm not against this on principle, but I'm afraid I can't make it that day. N: Why? L: A prior appointment.

L: Ten years ago I asked someone to brew some wine for me, and I'm due to pick it up this year, on the 30th. L: The flavour won't be right if I'm even a day early, L: and after the 30th, they're going to close for the New Year. L: It's true that this time is a big occasion for the people of Great Yan. It's a once-a-year occasion, after all. L: But that has nothing to do with us. L: Let's do it another day. N: You'll regret not having a taste of my homemade hotpot!! L: (Does she think that's a selling point…) L: It looks like little sister Dusk has a storm coming her way…

D: Who goes there? D: NIAN! IF YOU WANT TO DIE I CAN OBLIGE!!

D: You vandalised my art for THIS? N: Wow, the face you're making is ugly as hell. D: I'm not going. D: I can't believe you ever thought me saying yes was a possibility. N: You'll regret not having a taste of my homemade hotpot!! D: Do you think that's a selling point!? N: Oh, right! There's a hot new artist's exhibition in Lungmen. I went to see it and it's pretty good! Aren't you interested? D: If you like it, I definitely won't!

D: I have no interest in the artwork of others. D: Also, if you want a reunion so badly, D: one day we'll all reunite no matter how we feel about it. No? N: Again with that tired old crap.

N: One day, N: I'll make it so that you never say that again. D: Hmph. D: Get lost.

N: Oh man, in the end only you showed up. CY: Haha, well, I hope I suffice. CY: I sent word to the Sui Regulator. N: Ah! CY: I knew it'd slip your mind. N: Man! None of them can commit worth a damn!

N: Will there ever be a time where we can just go somewhere together for a day? N: Like normal people, N: Like a normal family.

L: Ahh~ L: Looks like I'm out of wine L: I should seek out more… D: What a pain. D: I should knock some sense into her.

CY: Nian, CY: Let's get a hotpot with a divider. For spicy and non-spicy. N: Were you even listening? N: No. N: Absolutely not. N: Nooooooooo.

N: Bro! I thought you could handle spice! CY: Alright, now that the shopping is wrapped up, let's head back. N: Why'd you insist on the split hotpot..! N: Brother!! CY: I just think being prepared is a good thing. (Also, I'm not as good with spice as you are.) CY: And, CY: It's not just humans who are capable of change. D: Open up, it's too cold out. D: Idiot. CY: See.

D: What? Your staring is making me lose my appetite. N: Hehe, N: Doesn't the real thing taste better than ink? D: Hmph. Whatever. N: Whoa, it started!

N: I was part of the prep for this year's fireworks show in Lungmen! N: Check out my Super Deluxe Two-Step Firecracker! D: So.. the reason you picked Lungmen was…? L: Alright, alright. L: Dusk, L: It's okay. Open your eyes and see.

N?: It's over. N: It'd be nice if more of us showed up next year. CY: Any more of us and the Sui Regulator is going to start raising a fuss. L: True~ D: I'll skip next time. N: We had such a nice mood going on, couldn't you guys at least try to not kill it? L: Yes, this is nice once in a while.

D: There's nothing special about playing house. CY: Even playing house is nice sometimes. CY: That's why we've gathered here today. CY: Happy new year. L: Happy new year~ N: Happy new year! D: … Happy new year.

N: Alright, we've mostly cleaned our plates and eaten and drunk our fill. N: That leaves one last question. N: Who's doing the dishes? N: Hey, now you're all quiet? N: Hey!!

[forever1kay]

HIII I DON'T KNOW IF YOU STILL DO REQUESTS BUT- It you do, may you write this pls🤭

Miles morales x male! Reader who he meets at a school trip? The reader is very sarcastic or chill? (Reader has a personality that's like Mai from ATLA!)

The reader is like famous for their voice and guitar and art skills (brrrr) so when miles met reader he started to get interested in em so he follows reader whenever they go while on a school trip ✨

<3 ignore if you seem uncomfortable with this, lob youuuu

(I've requested to you before ;) )

Summary: Reader and Miles finally confess after years of dancing around each other. But first, let’s go back into where it all started…

Pairing: Miles Morales x M!Reader

Notes: I know exactly who this is. I apologize for not doing this sooner. I know you requested this months ago and I’ve been slacking off. I hope this makes up for it :) I did kinda diverge away from the request a little and went more so towards the direction of your previous requests. I hope that’s okay!

Warnings: Reader is probably more sassy than stoic tbh, Miles is very much aggravating in some of these, Miles and reader were born early 2005 (or late 2004, up to you), mentions of school, graduation, reader is a smoker (not really), Soulja Boy, Nick and Charlie slander, slow burn relationship. Let me know if I forgot anything!

The Ten Times You and Miles Danced Around Your Feelings

I. Taravella Playground - EST. 2008

A red and blue flash from a small size 4 shoe piques Miles' interest as he lazily glances up from his position in the middle of the sandbox. Miles looks up from the intruder's feet to their face after noticing how he’d wordlessly been staring for a while, but the boy's scowl leaves Miles feeling horribly disappointed (and afraid, might I add). He wasn't prepared for such hostility from a fellow Spider-Man fan—not that he knew what hostility meant anyway—but he was sure the expression on the boy’s face would haunt him for many lifetimes. Nevertheless, Miles made an effort to introduce himself and be sociable.

“Hi, I’m Miles.” He says with an apprehensive yet polite smile.

“I’m Y/N.” The boy responds, detaching his shovel from his bucket before settling down on the boards that surrounded the sandbox.

Miles searches his small brain for a conversation starter—not that there were many in there to begin with—and decides on a topic that he’s confident he can discuss without tripping over his words. His favorite hero. Spider-Man.

But, apparently, he asked a question that was entirely too obvious.

“Do you like Spider-Man?”

Y/n looks down at his own shirt and shoes then looks back at Miles, raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Miles sighs and gives Y/n a mostly toothless grin before returning his attention to his bucket. "I wanted to be sure.” He says. “I like Spider-Man too, you know.”

“Good for you.” Y/n replies, looking slightly agitated and mildly uninterested.

Suddenly, Miles wants to go home.

———

II. Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade - EST. 2009

Y/n shakes his head as he watches a small figure run through a large crowd at the parade. He made the decision to turn his head away and pretend he hadn't seen anything, but the next thing he knew, he was lying on his back, staring up at the sky.

His mom had forced him out to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, and he was less than thrilled. He tried to avoid it, but wasn’t given much of a choice. Saying as he was under his parents’ rule and wasn’t yet allowed to make his own decisions.

But, after this less than pleasant experience, he knew he should’ve pushed harder to stay home. This kind of stuff wouldn't happen indoors.

“Oops, sorry!” The culprit said with an annoyingly recognizable voice.

It was Miles, the Spider-Man fan who Y/n had to (painfully)endure seeing each Thursday evening in the park.

"Oh, it’s you," Y/n deadpanned. "I knew it."

Y/n sat up, and Miles reached out to help him up. But Y/n quietly declined and stood up for himself.

Miles opened his mouth to speak, but he was suddenly grabbed and placed on the shoulders of a lanky bald man wearing the coolest shoes Y/n had ever seen.

“Sorry about that, little man.” The bald man spoke while lowering himself to Y/n's level. “My little nephew can be a bit much at times.”

"I know him, Uncle Aaron!" Miles informed his uncle, pointing his finger directly in front of Y/n’s face.

Y/n looks at his finger and shakes his head no, slowly lowering Miles’ hand.

“He bothers me at the park.”

"That's not true!"

Aaron looked at Y/n who nodded rapidly, providing a counter argument—or in this case, action—to Miles’ statement.

Standing to his full height, Aaron chuckles, "It's okay little man. You’ll grow to love him.”

Aaron then turns to Y/n's teenage brother, Leon, who was standing next to him silently watching the events unfold.

"I'm sorry my nephew accidentally knocked your brother over."

Leon shrugs. “My dog does it all the time. It isn't anything new.”

Aaron chuckles. "Well, you gentlemen, have an amazing rest of your day."

And as they walked back to wherever they came from, Miles waved to Y/n.

—————

III. Briarwood vs. Montgomery Elementary school field day - EST. 2011

Miles thought Y/n looked silly, watching him emerge from the bathroom wearing a shirt ten times bigger than the one he’d just been wearing. Not too long ago, he’d been pushed fell into ice water when the kids were all instructed to go and grab a juice of their choice from the overly large cooler under the Pavillon.

Today, Miles’ and Y/n’s school were having a field day. It was supposed to be a competition, but it turned into a lot of fun when the kids from both schools started to become friends with each other.

That was cool with Miles, until his his best friend TJ suddenly took interest in playing with Y/n’s best friend Kaiden. This wouldn’t have been an issue if the teachers didn’t say to pick a buddy and stick with them. Miles would walk away if he could. But since he couldn’t, he found himself face to face with his worst enemy while his best friend and his worst enemy’s best friend had their own conversation.

“I know you pushed me into the cooler, Miles.”

“No, I didn't.” Miles promptly refuted. “You’re lying.”

“No, I'm not,” Y/n countered. "Because Toby told me, and Toby never lies."

“Well, maybe you don't know Toby as well as you think.”

Y/n took a breath, seemingly in an effort to calm himself down. “If Toby said he seen you push me in the ice box, it’s true.”

“Toby is a liar.”

Suddenly, everyone in the area gasped, never expecting to hear the truthful Toby labelled a liar.

You could have heard a pin drop in the absolute silence. Or, in this instance, swift footsteps and small but powerful hands pushing past a crowd.

“…’Scuse me, 'Scuse me, 'Scuse me.." Toby finally finds himself in front, face to face with his accuser. "You calling me a liar?"

"Um.." Miles freezes. "N-no, no. Of course I'm not.”

"Yes you are." Toby countered, "I heard you when I was over there with Emily"

“That wasn’t me.”

“…So, like I said.” Toby repeats. “You calling me a liar?”

The whole crowd of grade schoolers started to ooh at the interaction. Quite frankly, Miles is terrified. But his Uncle Aaron always told him it’s best to stand his ground.

“So what if I did call you a liar?”

Miles is given a blank look by Toby before he suddenly lunges at him, grabs his shirt forcefully, and yells at him.

“I am NOT a liar! My grandma told me I’m a good boy and I believe her! Take it back right now, squiggles!”

Squiggles?

“Fellas, fellas!” Miles’ friend Harry butted in, pulling them apart.

“I’m sorry.” Toby said. “I lost control.”

“That’s fine, but I think I know how to fix this.”

Less than two minutes later, Harry had them in court—whatever that means—and all Miles could wonder was where is my teacher?

Harry clears his throat and begins to talk, but is shortly interrupted by his friend (and sidekick), Walter. “We are gathered here today because- wait, what? Oh, sorry that’s for a wedding. ORDER IN THE COURT!”

Let’s just say, Miles pleaded guilty to pushing Y/n into the cooler that afternoon and was given a stern talking to by his best friends when they made it back to their school.

————

IV. Brooklyn Museum - EST. 2012

“Alright, kids! Single file, single file!” Miles’ teacher yelled as the students piled off the bus.

Today, Miles’ elementary school—along with seemingly every other elementary school in the district—have taken a trip to the local museum.

In all honesty, Miles would have preferred to stay at home, but he had no choice. Particularly because when they returned to school, he was given an exhibit to write about. Everyone takes advantage of the opportunity for a free grade!

When all of the children exited the bus, the chaperones divided the single group into smaller groups. Miles voluntarily zoned out for a moment while his group waited patiently for the final few groups to form.

He forced a smile on his face and gave himself a mental pep talk to try and convince himself that this will have a positive outcome. Surprisingly, it was working. But little did he know…

MEANWHILE…

“ALRIGHT, MONTGOMERY!”

“ALRIGHT, MS. BROWN!”

Ms Brown explains that the students will be placed into groups, and must pick a buddy within their groups. They must stay with their buddy and near their chaperones. You know, the usual.

“Do I make myself clear?” Ms Brown asks after the brief explanation.

“Yes Ms. Brown!” The kids reply.

“Alright!” She smiles, grabbing the roster from her seat. “If I call your name, you are in Mr. Kyle’s group!”

Today, Y/n’s school—along with every other elementary school in kings county—were being forced to go on a trip to a children’s museum.

The idea of visiting a museum made Y/n anxious. He had never visited this museum before and had no idea what to expect. For the record, he was expecting dinosaur fossils because, well, he's deathly afraid of dinosaurs. That would be kept a secret from others. Think about how people would respond if the cool, chill Y/N Y/L/N admitted to having a fear of dinosaurs. Y/n doesn't know and never hopes to find out.

Realistically, he could have just dropped the form in a puddle, let his dog eat it, or "forgotten" to get it signed, but his teacher made it his mission to let Y/n's parents know about the trip before the school day was over.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Kyle.

Y/n made the mistake of looking around as the kids, who have now been divided into groups, pile haphazardly off of the yellow school bus.

Unfortunately, Miles also made the same decision at the same time and the two boys unavoidably made eye contact.

Could this day get any worse?

—————-

V. Brooklyn Medical - EST. 2014

Y/n emerges from room 212 with a group of friends and a relaxed look on his face. If people didn't know any better, they would believe that he killed someone right here in the hospital and had no problem with it. But in all honesty, he was on his way back from a visit with his cousin TJ.

In an attempt to skateboard with Y/n and his friends, TJ broke his arm. But if you asked TJ to explain to an adult what happened, he rolled down a hill. Both boys were not yet allowed to ride a skateboard, especially not without an adult present or the necessary equipment, but he wanted to protect his cousin and himself, so blaming the hill seemed like the best course of action.

For Y/n, TJ was always like a breath of fresh air; he was different from the people he hung out with at school, from the people in his area, and even from his immediate family. He thought TJ understood him completely, and he never once thought he needed to disown him. Aside from perhaps the now, when he realizes that TJ is still in fact friends with one Miles Morales.

“Miles?” Y/n speaks softly, surprised, squinting to make sure he’s seeing things correctly. Y/n’s friends leave almost immediately upon seeing Miles’ face.

“Oh hey, Y/n!” Mike’s replied. "I heard that TJ fractured his arm because of you. Disappointed, but not surprised.”

“Actually, it isn’t my fault this time.” Y/n shrugs. "Why are you here anyway?"

“Because TJ is my best friend,” Miles said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Really? He said that he dropped you.”

“Nope.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You never do.” Reaching out to Y/n, Miles says while extending his hand. "Allow me to show you something."

“You don’t need to sound so professional.” Y/n responds under his breath, choosing to ignore the tingling sensation Miles' touch had given him in his hand.

“Sorry.” Miles responded, pulling him toward the front desk to ask for TJ’s room number.

“Where are we going, Morales?” Y/n asked, growing tired of being pulled around.

“To ask which room TJ is in.”

“212.” Y/n curtly responds, nodding his head toward TJ's room.

Miles reads the signs and guides himself and Y/n in the direction of room 212. After finding the room, Miles peaks his head in the doorway and tells Y/n to stay put, to which the boy responds, "I'm not a dog."

“TJ!” Miles yells excitedly, walking into TJ’s room.

“HEY MILES!” TJ yells back, hugging Miles with his left hand because his right one was damaged by the skateboard.

“Your cast is so cool!” Miles yells. “Can I sign it?”

TJ goes to respond when he notices movement at the door.

“Wow,” Y/n lets out an exaggerated sigh, walking into TJ’s hospital room. “I can’t believe you’ve done this.”

“I told him to leave, he wouldn’t leave.” TJ lies terribly. “You’ve gotta believe me.”

“I don’t.” Y/n shrugs before receiving a text message and looking down to see what it said. “My mom asked if you guys want Wendy’s.”

Miles says no to be polite and TJ basically asked for the whole menu. In the end, he ended up with a 4 piece and a frosty. Y/n got a Fanta.

About time Y/n’s parents arrived with the food (and also to retrieve their kid), Y/n despised Miles a little less. Not that he’d ever find that out though.

——————-

VI. Yankee’s Game - EST. 2016

Everyone in the audience holds their breath, sat uncomfortably on the edge of their seat. The Yankees had been behind the entire game, and it's the ninth inning. Jeter had sprained his foot during the sixth, and the Yankees only had about three star players left.

In the hope that his wish come true, Y/n bowed his head and closed his eyes as he began to pray to all the gods and Santa Claus that there’d be a miracle.

He looked up when he heard the crowd cheering, but a fugly red and blue tie-dye shirt sadly blocked his view.

Y/n’s eye twitched and he took a breath to keep his composure, then trailed his vision upwards.

Miles Morales was the perpetrator once again.

“Do you ever go home?” Y/n questions. "Why are you always where I am?"

Miles shrugs and sits stiffly in the empty seat next to Y/n side eyeing him nervously a few times.

“So… how is the the weather?

Y/n gives him a quick blink before returning to the activity.

This is gonna be a really long final inning.

_____

VII. Brooklyn Bridge - EST. 2017

On the trip home from the movie theater, Miles is startled from his nap long blink by a loud "Oh my God, what is that?!" from a few rows behind. Select schools in their county were forced to watch a Nat Geo documentary about Brazilian native animals. Naturally, due to his lack of sleep after staying up late having a solo dance party for quite a bit of the night, Miles slept through it.

However, his dazed state was short-lived as he heard his friend Steven screaming in panic.

"Bro, there's something chasing the fucking bus!"

“Hey! It's crucial that you all keep your composure and refrain from speaking in the same way that Steven did!” Screamed his teacher, Mrs. Nance. “We will all be fine!"

Then, out of nowhere, came a loud thud that landed atop the bus, as if danger itself had been listening in on their conversation.

Mrs. Nance contradicted her statement. "Holy shit, we're all going to die!"

With little explanation and in a hurry, Miles hastily pulled out his phone and texted his parents about the issue. This worried his poor mother, who hurriedly left work and hopped in her car to come get her son.

Miles made the decision to say a quick prayer because they were all genuinely convinced they were only two seconds from dying.

He was about to say amen when a nasty knock on his window forcibly interrupted him. Even though the person who caused it fell, the source of the sound stuck.

There was a web. A very familiar-looking web that Miles was all too familiar with.

"Spider-Man is here!"

As soon as they realized they could be saved, everyone hurried to Miles' side of the bus in joy, but the happiness didn't last long.

A tentacle instantly grabbed Spidey's neck, ripping his mask off his face in the process.

“Welp, nothing to see here! That kids dead.”

Everyone returned to their seats, but Miles remained transfixed.

The face seemed oddly familiar. If only Miles could connect the dots, then-

Miles gasped. "Is that Y/n?"

———-

VII. Brooklyn Visions Academy Valentine’s Day Dance - EST. 2018

“Can you at least smile?” Y/n’s friend Melissa asks him, randomly slapping his forehead to illicit some type of energetic response.

“Yeah, I got you when we’re walking in. We can put on a show for all your pristine rich people friends.”

Melissa rolls her eyes and speaks sarcastically. “That’s the spirit.”

Y/n chuckles for a second until the car comes to a stop in front of the drop off for the dance.

“You mind going in without me? I’ll be in eventually.”

“I don’t trust you not to try to pay off my idiot brother to drop you back off home.” Melissa says. “Let’s go Y/n.”

Y/n sighs and opens the door on his right, stepping out and then holding his hand towards Melissa which she takes happily.

“Smile!” She reminds him, “my dad will be here.”

“Man, fuck yo daddy.”

Melissa deadpanned. “Behave.”

“Why can’t you just tell him that I’m not dating you and the both of us are gay?”

“His image! You know he’s one of the richest men in New York.”

“Nah, I don’t think you’ve said it enough over the four years that I’ve known you. Tell me one more time?”

Melissa slaps his shoulder and he chuckles.

“I’ll behave for you, Melly. But if I see somebody fine, I’m leaving you.”

Melissa shrugs. “Fair enough.”

Finally, the two of them arrive at the school's front door and enter the gym, which has been set up for the event.

Y/n swears he could almost pass out as the smell of several different perfumes suddenly fills his nostrils, but he keeps himself together for Melissa.

“I want something to drink.” Melissa announces, pulling Y/n into the direction of the drink table.

Y/n started to wonder what drinks they’d have available, but unsurprisingly enough there was a large bowl of punch sitting there waiting for them.

“Do you want a cup?”

“Nah.”

As several of Melissa's friends and admirers approach to say hello, Y/n waits at her side.

They had only been here for a few minutes, but it was already starting to get very tiring.

Miles and his friend entered the room, and Y/n swears he has never been happier to see him.

But Miles would never find that out.

“Y/n!” Miles exclaimed before absentmindedly widening his eyes and changing the depth of his voice. “I mean… Y/n, hey.”

Y/n nods. “Morales.”

While Melissa's admirers came and went, the two of them and Miles' friend stood there in awkward silence.

They expected that to continue, but then a group of them first greeted Melissa before heading over to Y/n.

One girl stepped forward and Y/n could tell that the other girls were there merely as moral support.

“Hi! You’re really cute and I-”

Y/n didn’t even look in her direction.“Sorry, I’m gay.”

The girl turned red and the lot of them walked away.

Miles’ friend giggled in the background while Miles himself stared at Y/n incredulously.

“Your mother ever teach you it’s rude to stare, Morales?”

————

VIII. Kings County Schools camping trip - EST. 2019

“For fucks sake, Morales.” Y/n sighed in exasperation. “Go play with your friends or something. You don’t need to follow me around.”

Miles threw his arms up in surrender. “I just want to talk!”

Y/n nodded. “Cool, bro. I support. But you talking doesn’t have to include me.”

“Kind of does, since it’s you I want to talk to.”

“Fuck, okay fine.” Y/n sighs. “Can y’all like… go back to the tent or something? I need to talk to Morales.”

His loud friend Jamari laughs. “GAY! GAY! GAY!”

His other friend Michael sighs and grabs him my the ear, pulling him away. “Shut up, Jamari.”

When his friends are finally out of earshot, he turns to face Miles.

“What’s up, Morales?”

“Well for one, I-“ Miles stopped himself, “Why do you call me that?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Your name?”

“My last name.”

Y/n shrugged. “Feels right.”

“So if I just call you y-“

“No. What do you want?”

Miles took a deep breath. “I seen you!”

“Yeah? When?”

“On the Brooklyn bridge two years ago when I was on a school bus.” Miles said quickly.

“Oh, word? What was I doing?”

“Swinging and flipping and flying and-“

“DANG,” Y/n chuckles. “I almost believed you but last time I checked, humans don’t fly.”

Miles blinked. “You know exactly what I mean.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”

“Yes!” Miles threw his arms up. “Why do you always deny everything like I don’t have proof?”

“Why do you always lie and say you didn’t push me into the cooler?”

“That wasn’t me.”

“And that guy on the bridge wasn’t me.”

“But I seen you.”

“Everybody has doppelgängers, bro.” Y/n stated nonchalantly. “For all you know, that dude could’ve been named Jimmy.”

“Anyways,” Miles rolls his eyes. “I just wanted to tell you that I know and that your secret is safe with me.”

“There is no secret,” Y/n shrugged, popping a starburst into his mouth. “But, it’s nice to know that if there was a secret, you’d have my back.”

Miles goes to respond to Y/n, but freezes up when he hears something that sounds a lot like a bear growling.

He turns to ask Y/n if he heard it too, but Y/n has already grabbed his hand and started to carefully back the two of them away.

Moments later, Miles' shoe suddenly flies off, and as he races back to get it, the bear charges in their direction.

A lot like the white people in horror movies, Miles fell to the floor and decided to stay there screaming.

With the help of his webs and quick thinking, Y/n easily caught Miles and his sneaker.

So much for not being Spider-Man, right?

When the two of were next to each other again, Miles went to celebrate that he had been right all along when Jamari came around the corner and asked Y/n to play a song on his guitar.

“Yeah,” Y/n said after picking himself up off the ground and dusting himself off. “Tell them that I'll be there soon.”

Jamari nodded before returning to the other campers, and when Y/n was sure that Jamari was gone, he turned to face Miles.

“Tell anybody about this and I’ll steal all your money.”

—————-

IX. Lincoln High vs. Beachside Charter basketball game - EST. 2021

Y/n feels out of his element. It’s the first game after quarantine, and a lot has changed.

For one, there’s little to no people in the crowd. There are a few parents there, all of which look uninterested and have definitely been dragged there by their kids. Uninterested attendees result in little to no interaction among the crowd, which makes Y/n unmotivated and unable to concentrate.

On top of that, a few of his teammates are sick, so the team is definitely not at their best.

Y/n could never see himself saying this before, but he wishes there’d be no basketball season until the world got its shit together.

Not even the mascot is helping, nor the music playing lowly in the background to set the vibe.

The team isn’t doing well right now, and they really need a miracle.

The coach calls timeout and calls the team towards her. She tells them to put forth their best effort, but due to circumstances, she can’t get on them about their performance. She tells them to have fun, and that she won’t make them run laps if they lose.

The boys laugh a little before breaking up and making their way back to the court. Everyone’s spirits became the slightest bit higher after that talk, but Y/n’s spirits definitely lifted when he looked into the crowd and spotted one Miles Morales.

Suddenly, Y/n felt like he had to do his best. Even though Miles was his rival by default.

—————

(+ the One Time You Acted On Them)

X. Kings County Class of 2023 graduation trip: Phoenix Arizona - EST: 2023

Miles cautiously walks towards the edge of the ledge after getting the directions from the best friend of a certain someone. It’s been over a year since they last seen each other and Miles has finally accepted the reason why. Miles likes Y/n—he thinks—and he’s finally ready to confess his feelings. He’s hoping that things go right tonight so that he won’t have to hurl himself over the edge.

“Hey.” He starts, standing behind to Y/n who’s sitting dangerously close to the edge with his legs nearly dangling. “Is this seat taken?”

“You don’t see anyone else sitting there, do you?”

Miles chuckles silently and takes the hint, sitting so close yet so far away from Y/n.

He looks to Y/n and takes in his appearance. Hooded eyes, head tilted back to watch the moon, and a hint of sadness in his eyes as he blows a misty cloud of smoke from his lips.

Now that got Miles’ attention.

“You smoke?”

“It’s a fuckin’ Smartie.” Y/n replies with a blank look after hesitating for longer than he’d care to admit.

Miles giggles before he can stop himself. “Wow, Y/n. How cute of you.”

Y/n roles his eyes. “I told my elementary school teachers I’d never do drugs. I’m no liar.”

Miles chuckled then took a deep breath, leaning back before speaking. “Hey, uh…” Y/n looks at him, “I actually need to talk to you about something.”

“Talk to me.”

“So, um…” Miles starts, playing nervously with his fingers.

“…If you need a moment, I can go get another drink and let you marinate.”

Marinate?

“Where would you be getting a drink from? You’re underage.”

Y/n shrugs. “I know a guy.”

“You know more than one!” A random guy whisper yells from the bushes.

“Not now, Carl!” Y/n whisper yells back through gritted teeth. “My bad, Morales. You found your words yet?”

“Yeah, uh…” Miles takes a deep breath. “I know when we were kids we had our differences, but I feel like we’ve come a long way since then. I mean, you haven’t death glared me in a while, and I haven’t pushed you in a cooler since before we were like five.”

“I knew that was you.”

“Uh- Yeah, I’m sorry.” Miles scratches the back of his neck. “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is…”

“So this is a love confession, right?”

“Um…”

“Okay, let me stop you there.” Y/n starts, standing up to his feet. “You like me, and I just so happen to not hate you, so I think we have a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Yeah, we can be the next Nick and Charlie but better looking.”

“That one guy is cute.” Miles points out.

“Is he?” Miles nods at Y/n’s question. “Mm, okay.”

“So what now?” Miles asks. “Am I your boyfriend?”

“Perhaps…”

“Perhaps?”

“Nah, I’m just kidding. You can be my Soulja Bae.”

“I hate it here.”

Y/n chuckles and takes another hit from his smarties. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, two things.”

“You’re Spider-Man.”

“You knew?”

“You’re not as discreet as you think you are.” Y/n shrugs, standing up and dusting his pants off, then reaching a hand out to Miles. “Let’s go get some drinks, yeah?”

Miles smiled and took Y/n’s outstretched hand. “Yeah.”

© forever1kay, 2023

[irisintheafterglow]

More Than It Seams (Chapter 2)

summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 1.4k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader, mentions of food/eating

note: sorry for the shorter chapter, i got carried away with the first one establishing exposition oops. but! next chapter is gonna be real cute cuz it has pining! and angst! and stubborn shoto! hope you enjoy!

likes/reblogs/feedback are much appreciated!

It becomes an odd kind of routine, a handsome distraction walking into your office every day with some random, minor flaw in his costume; he started getting creative, presenting a tear in the sleeve, a loose button, an undone seam, and you start to wonder if he was wrecking his suit little by little on purpose. He visited at the same time every day, 11:30 sharp, and you started to watch the clock to see if he really did appear as if on a timer. 

On the first Friday he visited and one week before the ball, time seemed to run away from you as one problem stacked on top of another like a dread sandwich. One of your suppliers had run out of the fabric for Red Riot’s suit, pushing back finalization to late next week; Cellophane’s secretary had called to reschedule his final costume fitting, and you were trying to find a hero to come in earlier to fill his timeslot; the office had lost electricity for two hours because of a blown fuse upstairs; and, on top of all this, you’d foregone breakfast in favor of clocking into work early. 

“Psst,” your designer whispered to you as he slid boning into a corset. You followed his gaze to the clock and felt a mix of excitement and fear. Today was not the day for Shoto to visit, especially when stress painted your face and office morale was particularly low. 

But, in all his punctual glory, he exited the elevator at 11:30 exactly, dressed in his hero costume as if he’d just gotten off patrol. Wiping the sweat from your forehead and putting on your best “everything is fine” face, you waited for him at your station as he pushed open the gate and approached your table. Thankfully, your seamstresses had grown accustomed to his visits, and didn’t bat an eye as he passed them. You don’t bother with the faked surprise at his presence in your workplace again, letting out a long exhale as he questions your visible stress with a single arched eyebrow. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey.” The way he spoke to you evolved over the past few days, morphing from formal salutations to casual, slightly patronizing remarks. His keen intellect was matched by a biting wit that you guessed not a lot of people had the privilege of witnessing. He waited for your usual sarcastic remark at his presence, but you simply shook your head in exhaustion, eyes wordlessly conveying that everything had gone wrong. 

The silence punctuated the horrendously loud growl that your stomach released, reminding you of the breakfast you had skipped. 

“You haven’t eaten.” 

“No, but it’s alright. I’ll manage.” You unconsciously shrunk away from his piercing stare. 

“When is your break?”

“Technically ten minutes ago, but–”

His stubborn, even voice cut you off, a hand extended to raise you from your station. “Let’s go, then.”

“What?”

“Lunch. Right now, or I’m reporting you for insubordination. I have ideas for my Hero Ball appearance.” You couldn’t help but smile at his childish chivalry, taking his hand and playfully squeezing it once. A corner of his mouth quirked, and he squeezed back. “Do you like soba?” 

Coincidentally, there was a small soba shop within walking distance of your office. For heroes’ privacy, it didn’t allow cameras inside, and the owner greeted Shoto by name as she led you two to a small booth in the very back corner of the restaurant. She muttered something to Shoto about “finally bringing in that friend you like to visit” and his face turns the lightest shade of pink, barely noticeable if you weren’t already staring at him. As you sit together, conversation flows effortlessly about his family, his career, and his friends. You’d known that many of the top heroes had attended UA High School together, but you found yourself laughing at the intimately detailed stories of their teenage escapades. 

“Wait, so Bakugo was always like that? Scary?” 

“Midoriya’s existence tended to exacerbate his violent tendencies. But, to put it simply, yes. He has always been scary.” He smiled subtly in that way you had started to memorize by heart, making your stomach backflip despite the delicious food. 

“I had an, uh, interesting experience with Bakugo last year for the Hero Ball.”

“Interesting how?”

“He burnt my shit to ashes saying that it didn’t ‘match his fucking eyes!’” Shoto’s eyes widened as he choked on his soba, covering his mouth with his hand to hide his embarrassingly startled laugh. It was so easy with him. Easy to talk, easy to smile, easy to just forget about work expectations and focus on these little moments with him that no one else received. He gathered himself with several sips of water and a deep inhale, smiling boyishly as he exhaled. 

“So how did you end up becoming a designer? Did you always want to work for big companies, like M?”

“Honestly, no. I kinda took this job because it was the only place that would hire me and didn’t feel threatened by my quirk. This job was meant to be temporary, a way to make money so I could start my own business, but that fell through and I never left.”

“How long have you been with M?”

You hesitate, mentally counting the years in your head and unable to stop your face from falling as you answer. “Five years.” 

“You’ve been at a temporary job for five years?” You shrug and nod, suddenly feeling the urge to steer the subject away from something so personal. He must have sensed your reluctance to talk about it, too, as he nodded with finality. “I saw your designs in the office. It truly is remarkable how talented you are.” 

Your face heats up at his praise, and you stutter out a thank you as he pulls his phone from his pocket, holding it out to you with a magazine photo from the late 80s. The model wore a simple slightly closed buttonup tucked into highwaisted, straight-leg leather trousers. A subtle silver chain fell from the waistband of the pants and connected to the back pocket. It was an awfully casual look, and you looked up at Shoto in question before he swiped to an image of an intricately decorated trenchcoat. Flames ran from the corner of the front panel to the back where it exploded into a fire loosely resembling a crane taking flight. 

“You want to wear this?” You asked in disbelief at how bold the look would be in comparison to the simple two-piece suits he’d worn since the beginning of time. 

“If possible, yes. Would it be plausible to create something like this given such short notice?” 

The trenchcoat was beautiful, and it would probably be one of the few designs that you truly had fun creating. “I think I can. Did you want the fire embroidered on your left side and ice embroidered from the right, like your quirk?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” You grin at him, excited to get started on such an eye-catching piece as he pulls his phone away. To your surprise, he held out his phone again, catching you in the middle of planning the colors of embroidery thread. On the screen was a contact profile for you to put in your phone number. “Here, so we can stay in contact.” 

“You know, guys usually ask for my number before the first date,” you innocently remark, pleased at the way Shoto’s complexion becomes slightly pinker. In a flash, it’s retrained into its carefully blank expression, but his voice has the slightest teasing air to it. 

“Consider it more of me taking care of a business partner. It’d truly be a shame if you starved to death before I could debut your work.” He gently swats your hand away when you reach for the bill, placing down a hefty, solid metal card. “Though, I do have the intention of taking you on a proper first date when the events of the ball have concluded.” 

You breathe out a laugh at the childish glint in his eye as you take his hand again, allowing him to lead you outside. A quick glance at his phone washes his face with concern and slight disappointment as he looks back at you and squeezes your hand one more time before releasing it. 

“I have to go. There’s been a coordinated attack on the Dynamight agency.”

“Oh, alright. Please be safe.”

A sharp white eyebrow arches teasingly. “Worried for me?” 

You nudge him gently with your shoulder, and he sways jokingly at the contact even though you know it takes much more to make him stumble. “No, just wanna make sure I don’t make such a show-stopping look for nothing.” The warmth in his smile almost makes your knees collapse. “I’ll see you Monday?” 

“I look forward to it.” 

[eagerbby]

ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴇ? - ᴇᴍ

pairing| virgin!Eddie Munson x Female Reader

synopsis| The year is 1999 and Eddie Munson is going crazy over his need for you, little does he know; you want him just as bad.

an| shitty synopsis oops, here's the final part to the series. I'm sorry it's taken so long to get out but I do hope you enjoy it.

warnings| 5k, mentions of a fight, shower foreplay, very brief moment of Dom!Eddie (I mean maybe if you squint), virgin!Eddie, experienced! reader, pnv sex, eddie running his mouth like always, 18+ only minors dni

part 1, part 2, part 3, masterlist

The diner is nearly empty by the end of your shift, the dinner rush tapering off into a couple regulars and a few kids waiting for the sudden sheet of rain to die down. The clock above the milkshake machine reads 8:50, ten minutes till the end of your shift, and Susan still wasn't here to cover for you. 

"She's never late." You mutter to Rocky, the head cook with an armful of tattoos and propensity to smell like he took a bath in a bag of weed. It was almost comforting, actually.

"She'll be here, kiddo, you know she hates driving in the rain." He places a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in one hand, a heaping mound of buttery grits slapped into a ceramic bowl in the other. 

You sigh, knowing he's right, and round the counter. The rubber soles of your white keds stick slightly to the checkered tile as you walk over to an older gentleman reading a book you'd never heard of before. He offers you a kind smile and a soft thank you as you set his food in front of him. 

"Your boyfriends here." Rocky points over your shoulder as you enter back into the kitchen, adds with a laugh, "Damn, he looks like a drowned dog." 

You don’t bother to correct the fact that Eddie isn’t your boyfriend, you aren’t exactly sure what he is if you were being honest, but you sure want him to be. So you just let Rocky call him as such as you take a peek out of the window that leads to the main dining area.

Sure enough Eddie walks in a second later, rivets of water dripping into a puddle at his feet as he stands there, panicked eyes searching searching searching until he spots you walking towards him, the kitchen door slamming shut behind you. 

"Eddie, oh my god, you're soaked." You rush to him, completely unsure how to help him. He looks more downtrodden than you've ever seen him, sad puppy eyes and all. 

"I walked here." He states simply, shuffling uncomfortably under the gaze of the few patrons in the diner.

"From The Hideout?" You ask, guiding him by his shoulder towards an empty booth near the door. He sits obediently, instantly slumping down in the seat.

"Van broke down, Gareth broke his damn finger during the set, oh and some drunk guy tried to fight me because our 'music sucks'." His hands drop after his air quotes, face drooping right along with it. His hair is drenched and tangled, stuck to his cheeks and neck, and his knuckles are red and swollen when he places them on the table top. 

“Oh, Eddie..” You begin, but the ring of the door opening has your head whipping towards it. It’s Susan, looking frazzled in her yellow raincoat and muddy boots. 

“It’s crazy out there.” She exclaims, soles squelching against the linoleum as she walks to the back office to clock in. Your attention quickly turns back to Eddie as he pulls at a loose thread on the apron tied around your waist. 

“Hey.” You say softly, squatting down next to him, hand reaching out gently to clear his ruddy cheeks of the few wild curls stuck there. “I’m gonna go clock out and then I’ll drive you home, okay?”

“I don’t want to go home.” He says, voice low and monotone as he picks at his cuticles. 

“You wanna come to my place?” You try, tilting your head in an attempt to catch his gaze. He only gives you a small nod, avoiding your eye contact, wallowing in his frustration. Eddie never was very good at expressing his feelings verbally, but he wore them clear on his face- in his body language. You squeeze his wet shoulder in what you hope is reassurance, and hurry to the back. 

The rain has settled into a mist when you emerge from the back with your purse. Eddie sits in the booth just as he was when you’d left and your heart twists painfully for him. 

“Let's go, baby.” You take his hand in yours and pull him delicately from the booth, hold his hand tight in yours as you walk the short distance to your car.

The ride to your house is mostly quiet aside from the soft music playing from your radio and the shallow breathing of the sad boy next to you. 

“No ones home.” You offer into the quiet, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as you wait for him to say something. 

“Mhm.” Is all you get from him, his eyes trained on something out the window. You wish you could hold him, to cure this sadness that ails him, but he’s more closed off than you’ve ever seen him. It leaves you unnerved, unsure of what to do or how to help him.

"We can order some pizza from that place you like so much and watch movies. I have some clothes that should fit you." You try to offer him a smile when his face turns to look at you, expression sour, eyes narrowed. 

"I don't want to wear your ex's clothes." He practically hisses, lip curling over his teeth in disgust. 

"W-what?" Your wide eyes take turns between the road and his dark piercing eyes. "They…they're my dad's. From when he was a teenager." 

Eddie silent, shoulders slumping at your words and the way he watches your chin quiver in frustration. He was taking his shit out on you and he didn't like the way his anger left a bitter taste in his mouth and hurt in your eyes.

"Shit." He sighs, annoyed with himself for being so thoughtless. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I-I'd like that. Really." 

"I'm sorry you had such a bad day, Eddie." He reaches across the center console and places a cold hand on your thigh. You can feel the chill of his skin through the thin material of your tights and it sends goosebumps erupting across your arms. 

"S'not your fault, I shouldn't take it out on you." He trails off in thought as you pull into the driveway of your house. The windows are dark except for the soft orange light of your table lamp glowing through your sheer curtains. “That was really mean, I really am sorry.” 

"That’s okay. Do you wanna talk about it?" You ask him, turning off the car and gripping your cluster of keys in your hand. 

"Nothing to talk about." He shrugs, scraping his nail across the flaky vinyl of the seat. "Just a bad day."

Your eyes lock onto his angry red knuckles, you can only imagine how they must be throbbing in pain. 

"You should ice your hand, Eddie. It looks bad." 

Eddie glances down at his hand then back at you. "They don’t hurt. He swung first." He says, then- "If it makes you feel better, I only hit him once." 

"Pretty hard, apparently." You chuckle.

"Wayne taught me how to throw a punch when I was nine and some punk ass kid shoved me off the slide at recess." His eyes brighten at the memory of his Uncle Wayne, standing in the yard with oven mitts over his hands, coaching a little Eddie on how to properly punch someone. Self defense purposes only, of course.

You only smile at him, happy that his mood has seemed to lift, if only a tiny bit, his lips curling into a lopsided grin as he scratches at his neck.

"Can I get a shower, you think? I feel gross. There's just something about wet clothes that gives me the heebie-jeebies." He shudders as he pulls the damp fabric of his Corroded Coffin shirt away from his chest.

“Sure. Come on.”

–

Eddie has never been inside your home, not in all the months that you've been… whatever you are. You've always just come to him or hung out in the van at the lake or with his friends wherever they were. You never offered to bring him home but Eddie never took it personally, he knows that your parents are a handful, remembers how you told him you didn't want to talk to him over the phone until you had one in your room. Embarrassed by their constant arguing, their selfish, passive aggressive dinner conversations as you sat there wishing you were with Eddie instead. 

But now, standing in your foyer as you lock the front door back behind you, he feels nervous. Feels like he did the very first time he talked to you on the phone, scared he'll do something to mess things up. 

You take to the stairs once you're done, motioning Eddie to follow and he can't tear his eyes away from the sway of your hips. He wants to reach out, trail his hands down the curve of your ass, but his hands stay glued to his side. 

He's unsure whether he should make a move or not, months of doing nothing but making out and dry humping on his bed has him desperate to bury himself deep inside you. He wants more, he does, but he's intent on waiting until you make that first move to go further- scared he'll make you feel rushed or forced. He doesn't want to pressure you so he waits. 

But now, alone in this house, pacing slowly around your bedroom that smells just like you, his desire to have you is tenfold. 

Eddie needs to get his shit together and now.

"Uh, shower?" He asks, fingers dancing across the intricate glass top of your jewelry box. Your desk and computer sits in the corner of the room -a black cat with white paws curled up in a ball on the desk chair- and Eddie can't help but smile at it because without that computer he would have never met you. Never loved you.

"Oh, yeah " Your eyes widen as you walk to the bathroom connected to your room, Eddie squeezes in the small bathroom behind you, listens carefully as you explain which knob turns on the hot versus the cold. The shelves in your shower are filled with products Eddie's never even heard of before and as you shut the door behind yourself, he grabs the shampoo bottle of the marble shelf and takes a slow whiff.

Sweet and floral. Eddie closes his eyes in the steamy bathroom, marinates in the heady scent that he can only relate to you, before he places the bottle back in its original spot and starts to undress.

– 

You sit on the edge of your bed, a grey pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt folded neatly next to you, knee bouncing anxiously as you listen to the water running trying not to imagine Eddie's naked body wet and soapy. 

Fuck, all you really want is to go in there strip naked and join him, but there's this gnawing irrational thought looming over your head. 

Eddie hasn't made the move yet and it's starting to drive you crazy. All the making out and heavy petting in the world couldn't satiate that deep primal need to fuck his brains out. You know he's a virgin and you're not. What if that was a problem for him? What if he just didn't want to do that with you? 

No, no that can't be it. Too many times you've caught him staring at you out of the corner of your eye. Caught him adjusting himself discreetly, or what he thought was discreet, with a hot red blush across his cheeks. He got hard easily, you could brush your hand against his and he'd pop a stiffy. So why hadn't he tried to go further yet? Maybe he wasn't ready. Maybe he thought you weren't ready. 

The truth is, you are beyond ready to fuck him. Your dreams have been taken over by scenarios that have you waking up in a fine coat of sweat, thighs sticking together from your slick. You need him so badly. You need him now.

Fuck it, you think as you raise from the bed, walking the short distance on tip toes to the bathroom door. You pause only momentarily before twisting it in your hand, plumes of steam cascading into the room as you slip through. 

"Eddie?" You call softly, watching as his silhouette jumps behind the steamed glass, the sound of a plastic bottle clattering to the tub floor as he gasps makes you giggle.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart, scared the fuck outta me." You can see him hold his hand over his heart as you work to get your uniform off. Once you're standing there, completely naked, skin bristling with goosebumps, you take a step closer. 

"Can I join you?" You ask, wrapping shaking fingers around the showers door handle.

"W-wha- uh, yeah. If you want." Eddie stutters out, his voice pitched high with a mixture of shock and nervousness that causes waves of confidence to wash over you.

He's facing away from you as you slip in behind him, his plump alabaster butt on full display. You bite your lip as you admire the way the muscles in his back ripple under his skin as he crosses his hands over his cock like a shield. 

"Nice ass." You giggle before sighing deeply as the hot water flows down your back, it's more of a moan if you're honest, definitely more dramatic than necessary but it has the desired effect. Eddie shivers, tries to casually look over his shoulder to catch a peek of you out of the corner of his eye, but he quickly thinks otherwise. 

"Eddie, come here." You reach out to him, smooth your hand down the length of his spine. Eddie shivers again. 

"Are you… are you sure?" He questions nervously. 

"Come here, baby." You do the work for him, hand guiding his shoulder till he's turned completely, eyes wide as he takes in your wet naked body for the very first time. 

The blush that spreads itself deeper across his face and down his neck to his chest makes you smile. His dark eyes roam the expanse of your body, taking a mental picture just in case he ruins this and never has the chance to see your beautiful body again. 

"You're, fuck, sweetheart. You're so beautiful." His voice is strained as you grab his wrist and pull him to you till you can loop your arms around his neck. That's when he finally removes his hands from his crotch, winding them around your back. 

Hugging you is easy. Holding you has always felt so natural, like you were meant to reside in the safety of his embrace. 

"That's better."  You say, burying your hands in his wet hair as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

Your wet bodies press together under the hot stream of the shower head, a silence over coming you both as you just hold each other for a moment. 

The intimacy of the moment makes you warm from head to toe. You can feel it in your bone marrow. Feel the heavy pound of your heart in your fingertips. The moment fades out when his heavy cock twitches against your thigh. It makes you gasp, makes your pussy flood. 

"I'm sorry," Eddie mutters, arms still tightly wrapped around you like he refuses to let you slip away. "You got him all excited." 

You laugh at this, head thrown back as it bubbles from your lips. Eddie smiles down at you, eyes glossy and bright. 

"What?" He asks, his own voice choked by a chuckle. 

"I love you, you know that right?" 

His face morphes as his brain processes your words, eyes searching your own face as if he's looking for the truth that's hidden there. 

"You do?" Is what he asks after a second, hands tightening their grip on your hips. 

"Of course I do, Eddie." 

Eddie's breath hitches in his throat as he leans in to place his lips against yours in a kiss so slow and sweet it instantly turns your brain to mush. Your body slackens but it doesn't matter when Eddie's there to keep you steady, to keep you safely wedged between his body and the cold shower wall as he kisses you breathless. 

When he finally pulls away the smile etched into his face is contagious. 

"I wanna fuck you. Shit, sweetheart. I'm not good at this shit. I don't know what I'm doing." He says rather shamefully, buries his face into your neck. He sucks the hot flesh there into his mouth, soothes the painful bite of his teeth with gentle kitten licks. 

"Fuck, Eddie." You sigh, back arching when he finds that spot under your ear that has you mewling, hand flying to grip his thick hair at the roots. You shove the hand not tugging at his hair down your front, fingers circling the thick length of his cock when they find it. You give him a heavy squeeze at the base, slowly jerking your hand down to his tip. 

Eddie moans loudly, sounding like a whore as he pants against your neck, completely forgetting what he was doing as you quicken your pace on his cock, jerking him faster as his hips begin to rut against your movements.

"Ssshit," he hisses through bared teeth. "Oh, that feels… fuck I'm gonna come if you don't stop, sugar." 

“I want you to cum, Eddie.” You whisper, voice choked by pure lust. You love the way his lashes flutter against his cheeks, the way his brow pinches in the middle when you grab him firmly at his base. 

“Please.” He whines, shaking his head. His mouth opens to say something else but only a hoarse moan escapes. 

“Do you want something else, Eddie?” You seek, hand blindly cupping his balls, rolling them gently against your palm. Eddie falls against you, presses your body flush against the ice cold shower wall as he nods fervently. 

He’s too lost in pleasure to use words, his bottom lip bitten hard between his teeth. 

“Do you wanna be inside me, Eddie?” You ask, kissing across his cheek as his head falls forward, forehead falling with a dull thud on the wall. 

“God yes, please, baby, please. I’ve wanted it for so long. Been waitin’ on you to let me know it was okay.” He places a chastise kiss on your shoulder before you’re dragging his head back to look at his prurient eyes. 

“Jesus, Eddie.” You groan with a dry chuckle. “We really suck at this, ya know.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, I’ve been waiting on you to make a move and you’ve been waiting on me and we’ve just been dancing around each other like we both don’t want to fuck each other senseless.” Your bluntness has Eddie’s burnt umber eyes widening in surprise before they narrow and simmer deep with something that makes your thighs clench. 

“You want me to make a move, baby?” He asks, his voice now deep and husky. 

You only nod, fascinated by his sudden change in demeanor. He seems to tower over you as he straightens up, cocks his head to the side with a wolfish grin. He looks you up and down like a predator would his prey; sizing you up as you shiver in front of him feeling naked and exposed on a level more than physical. 

Suddenly his hands are on your hips and he’s spinning you around as your feet slip against the slick tub floor. He pins your body to the wall, his arm is wrapped tight around your waist while his other hand grips your neck. He uses his body to trap you against the wall, your palms splayed flat against it, and his fingers tighten their hold on the column of your neck as he feels your thick swallow. 

“I’ll make the fucking move.” He whispers, grinding his hard cock against your ass, calloused hand palming the soft mounds of your breast. His fingers tug roughly against your budded nipple as your breathing quickens. “You want this big dick inside you, sweetheart?” 

You’re fucking floored, cheek smushed against the wet shower wall, knees knocking together with every sharp dig of his cock against your ass. Eddie was a dirty flirt, definitely a bit of a perv, but he was soft and considerate. It took forever just to get him to touch you, kiss you, and now he has you pinned against your shower wall like a sex god, whispering filthy words into your ear as he uses you to rut against. 

“Gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart. Wanna watch you cum, w-wanna fill you up and watch it drip out your sweet little pussy.” His voice is ragged, breath shaky. 

“You gonna fuck me, Eddie, or you gonna keep talking?” He grunts deep at this and you just know if you look back at him his lips would be pulled into a pout. 

“I’m getting there.” He murmurs, his body leaves yours right after, body suddenly cold with the loss of his warmth. The now cold water is shut off and you turn just in time to watch him grab the towel off the hook. “Not in here though. I don’t want to slip and die as I lose my virginity.” He drapes your fluffy towel around your shoulders before using the one you’d brought him to tie   around his waist. 

Quietly he leads you out the small bathroom into your warm bedroom. His hands shake as he helps you dry off, his cheeks rosy, eyes flitting around aimlessly like he's too afraid to stare at your naked body too long. He seems to have lost whatever fire flowed through him in the shower, back to your sweet Eddie who nearly trips on his towel as he crawls on top of you. 

“We can stop.” You assure him, thumb stroking his cheek, but Eddie rigorously shakes his head. 

“No, absolutely not. I’ve dreamed about this, I’m not losing my nerve, I promise.” He’s nearly frantic as he leans down to suck a purple splotch on your tit, licking over it with his tongue before moving to your other breast to do the same. You sigh under him, gripping tight at the hair on the base of his neck.  

“This isn’t a limited time offer, big boy.” You say, cupping his cheeks to pull him back up, he whines as your nipple leaves his mouth with a wet pop. “Do you hear me?” 

“I want to.” He says after a second, his big wet eyes wandering the features of your face. “Wanna make you mine.” 

You chuckle sweetly kissing him once, soft and chastise, nothing more than a simple peak on his lips. Still, his eyes flutter close, dark lashes dancing across his ivory skin. “I am yours, Eddie.” 

“Do you remember when we used to talk on AOL all the time?” Eddie nods at this, kisses your thumb when it swipes over his bottom lip. “You called me baby that one time and… and all I could think about was how much I wanted to be yours. Your baby. Your girl.” 

“Me too.” He says, but then his brows furrow and he adds, “Shit, I mean, I wanna call you mine. So you’re mine now, okay?” 

You giggle. “Okay.” 

“Do you have a condom?” 

You shake your head, smiling up at him when his head falls forward and he groans. 

“Don’t need one, I’m on the pill.” 

“I-I don’t know if I can pull out in time.” 

“Mmm, then don’t.” You catch his lips in a hot kiss, guiding his head as he moans into your mouth. He’s submissive to your kiss, his little streak of dominance long forgotten, completely captured in his excitement when you press your tongue against his, force his hips down with your hand splayed across his ass. 

“G-god. What’d I do to deserve you? Fucking beautiful girl. Gonna cum all over my fucking cock, baby?” He’s rambling, a clear sign of the anxiety coursing through his veins, and you can feel his heart kicking against the cage of his ribs. 

“Shut up, Eddie.” You giggle, digging your teeth in that spot right under the curve of his jaw that had him cumming in his pants the first time you’d found it. He keens against you, cock thrusting through your wet folds as he whines pathetically.

“Don’t *do that, you know what it does to me?” He whines, eyes falling to where the head of his cock nudges the swollen nub of your clit. 

“You ready, pretty boy?” You ask him, waiting till he meets your gaze before grasping his hard cock in your hand. You jerk him off slowly as you wait for his response. It comes after a few good strokes, when he inhales a shuddering breath and nods weakly. You line him up at your entrance, try to conceal your wince when his thick head pushes in. 

“O-oh fuck.” 

“God, Eddie, you’re so thick.” 

The ache runs like a current straight down to your bones, your body shivers at every touch of his shy hands -even now, buried deep inside you he has the audacity to be shy- at every hushed whimper he’s trying to withhold from you. 

Eddie stills inside you, buried to the hilt, his dark pubic hair tickling against your sensitive clit, as he looks down at you with this deeply vulnerable look in his eyes. His innocence, his inexperience, and his nervousness about not being good enough betraying him with just one look. 

“What…” He pauses, shuffling his hands next to either side of your head. “What can I do to make this good for you?”

“Eddie, you’re already doing so good for me.” Your body clenches around him for good measure, assuring him with more than just words, and Eddie moans deeply in his chest. “Do what feels good for you, okay?” 

“I’m gonna cum like super fast. Can feel it now, fuck, everytime you talk your pussy squeezes me so good.” 

You giggle at him and shake your head and poor Eddie’s elbows buckle as you squeeze down on him harder. 

“That’s okay, baby. You have all night.” You pull his face down, palms pushing his cheeks until his lips pucker like a fish. “We can do it again and again.” 

“Fuck, okay.” His words are slurred, cheeks dimpling as he smiles through his puckered pout. “I’m gonna move now.” 

His pace is slow at start, pulling out all the way to the tip just to slowly plunge back in as deep as his big cock can go, until he finds a rhythm that suits him. His thrusts are sloppy but you don’t mind because he’s angled his hips *just right and everytime he bottoms out he rubs against that soft spongey part inside you that makes you see stars. 

“I-is this okay?” He’s panting as he asks, eyes shut so tight it looks like he's in pain, but his moans and whines tell you otherwise. “Fuck, you feel so good. Do you, do you feel good?” 

“Shit, Eddie. You’re doing so good. Fucking me so good baby. Here,” You blindly search for his hand and place it between your bodies. You guide his thumb to your clit, starting to rub quick circles on it before your hand falls away and your back arches. He takes over once your hand leaves his. “Just like that, yes, good boy.” 

The praise seems to spur him on, his thrusts becoming harder, more frantic, as he mouths at your neck. 

“Say it- Say it again. Please.” Your stomach is knotted with heat, that rubber band of pleasure pulled so taunt inside you you feel it could snap at any moment. You’re so close, right on the edge of a precipice you so badly want to hurdle over.  

“You’re such a good boy, Eddie. So good f-for me. My good boy. Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.” 

Poor Eddie, he collapses into you, chanting on a long drawn out moan. 

“I’m cumming, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

His full body shakes as he cums and you hold him as he fucks himself through it, chest heaving and lungs burning. Your orgasm has vanished, forgotten for the moment, but your entire body feels like a live wire. Electricity snapping and crackling in your tummy at the excitement of making him cum that hard. You can feel his seed leaking out around his softening cock that's still throbbing inside your gummy walls. 

“Did so good, Eddie.” You praise him, pushing his damp bangs away from his forehead. His head is resting gently on your chest, his eyes closed, a blissed out smile on his face. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes, baby, so fucking good.” 

“You didn’t cum.” His smile falls as he lifts his head up.

“No, but I was so close.” You smile at him, your chest blooming with your love for him. His cheeks are all pink, skin flushed and clammy with the sweat that still beads down from his hairline, but he’s never looked more pretty. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Oh, no baby. Don’t be, please. You can try again later.” You wink at him and he rolls his eyes, placing his head back down in its home between your tits. 

“Can we get noodles?” He asks sometime after as he basks in his no-longer-a-virgin- status and you play with his hair.

 “Chinese?” 

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He’s bounding up from the bed faster than you expect, the mattress bouncing from the sudden movement. He snatches the sweatpants from the floor where they'd fallen sometime in the middle of it all and pulls them on. “I think my favorite place delivers here.” 

You sit and watch him dial the number he apparently knows by heart, biting your lips to hide the smile threatening to split your face. When he catches you staring he wrinkles his brow, phone held to his face as the line rings.

“What?” 

“Nothing. I just love you, Eddie Munson.” 

“I love you. And noodles. And after we eat we’re gonna play a game of how many times can I make you cum with my mouth- Oh hey, yeah, uh, order for delivery.” 

You laugh at the deepness of his blush, the way his face screws up when he realizes the poor bastard who answered the phone undoubtedly heard everything he’d just said, and you just lay there in your bed naked as the day you were born watching this guy, this stranger you’d met on the internet, order dinner for the two of you. 

But he wasn’t a stranger anymore, he was Eddie -your Eddie- who you’d stare at across the classroom back when you were just a nameless face in a sea of people. You don’t care that he hadn’t noticed you then, because he sees you now and you know he loves you.

When the food arrives you grab a heaping armful of blankets and climb onto your trampoline. You eat and talk and smoke some good ass weed he got from his friend Jonathan under the stars just like you wanted to all those days ago when he was just a boy on a phone. A face in a yearbook. 

Now, though, he was yours and you were his and after your tummies are full and you’re high enough that your body feels weightless, you hold his hand tight in yours as you pull him up to your room determined to take him up on his offer. 

[jimmyjrsmusoems]

this is something that i've been wanting to put together for a really long time, and i hope that someone out there finds it useful. inspired by my queen @babsvibes and her valentine's day fic rec list / winter fic rec list! 💕 these are just some of my favorites, or ones that i reread often - definitely not a complete list, and if i missed one of your favorites, you are contractually obligated to send it to me so i can read it, too. 🤩🥰💖 xoxoxo - kaitlyn (jimmyjrsmusoems)

Beach Glaze by @babsvibes : At face value, Tina's goal was quite simple: Have a beach day with Jimmy Jr., just the two of them. So why did it always have to go wrong? Rated G.

Honey Combed Hair by @babsvibes : A short and sweet High School AU based on "what if Tina had long hair?" Rated G.

Forget-Me-Nots and Marigolds by @eroticfriendfictions : A collection of one shots centered around older Tina and Jimmy Jr. after they start living together. Rated T.

Distractions by @eroticfriendfictions : Tina and Jimmy Jr.'s study break gets a little out of hand. Rated T.

Trysts by @eroticfriendfictions : After closing time, Tina and Jimmy Jr. meet in each other's restaurants to sample some items that aren't on the menu. Rated E.

On Fire by @eroticfriendfictions : A collection of scenarios from the episodes and the comics reimagined as encounters between an older Tina and Jimmy Jr. Rated E.

falling for your fool's gold by @jimmyjrsmusoems (me, sorry!) : A missing scene (or two) from the episode "What a (April) Fool Believes". Rated G.

don't be afraid to jump, then fall (into me) by @jimmyjrsmusoems (me again, oops) : Set approximately ten years after the events of "Bob Actually", Jimmy Jr. plans a (semi-)romantic surprise for his girlfriend. Rated G.

the night we snuck into a yacht club party, pretending to be a duchess and a prince by @jimmyjrsmusoems (....🤩) : Tina and Jimmy Jr. decide to sneak into the Glencrest Yacht Club's annual Christmas party. Rated T.

lost my page when you kissed me by @jimmypesto (addendum) : While moving into their new apartment, Tina and Jimmy Jr. find her old diaries. Rated M.

my gold rush to cold touch favorite ex by @jimmypesto (addendum) : After a nightmare, Jimmy Jr. pays Tina a late night visit. Rated T.

not friends (no, we're somewhere in between) by @jimmypesto (addendum) : Even when they aren't officially together, Tina knows the easiest way to get Jimmy Jr's attention. Rated T.

it always leads to you in my hometown by @jimmypesto (addendum) : Over the years, Tina and Jimmy Jr. reunite when he returns to Seymour's Bay for Christmas. Rated M.

Without You by walelia : Tina and Jimmy Jr. have dated on/off for five years, but at the end of their senior year Tina does the unthinkable. She dumps him. Heartbroken, Jimmy must learn how much Tina meant to him and with the help of her family- how to get her back. Rated G.

Dance Me to the End of Love by @waytoomanyhobbies (SFDoll) : With their wedding about a month away, Tina has been going out until very late every night for the past two weeks. Jimmy Jr. is lonely and getting worried that she has cold feet. So what exactly has she been doing? Rated M.

[sagesolsticewrites]

Today Was A Fairytale | Austin x fem!reader

You decide to surprise your boyfriend in Australia on Valentine’s Day! ❤️ 

a/n: Happy (belated, oops) Valentine’s Day! This is a week late, I know, and I’m so sorry y’all! But thank you guys so, so much for your patience 🫶 I do have plenty more WIPs that I’m working on, and I hope to have those out sooner rather than later for y'all. And my requests are open if y'all want to send anything in! ☺️ For this fic, covid doesn’t exist for Plot purposes lmao

Word count: 2k (technically 1,999 but shhhh)

Warnings: some allusion to sex towards the end (might qualify as fade-to-black smut??), I think that’s it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

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As you stand on the escalator, hands firmly gripping your carry-on to keep yourself from shaking with excitement, you scan the area near baggage claim as it appears bit by bit, keeping your eyes peeled for a sign with your name on it.

Your sweeping gaze finally snags on your name, the flimsy paper in the hands of an older, very fashionable woman, with a bright smile and cheerful eyes peering through cat-eye glasses. Your smile widens, and you wave to get her attention as you step off the escalator onto the polished concrete floor. You still can’t quite believe that Catherine Martin herself was the one meeting you here.

You greet her, a little starstruck, before she sweeps you into a hug.

“Darling! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” She smiles, “You know Austin honestly hasn’t stopped talking about you since we started filming,” she teases as you made your way over to get the rest of your things.

You laugh shyly, “Well, that’s very sweet to hear, and I apologize on his behalf.” Laughter fading, you continue in a more sincere tone, “And thank you so much for letting me come on set for a couple days, I can only imagine how complicated it must be to organize that.”

Catherine waves the compliment away, helping you get your suitcase off the carousel with ease.

“It’s nothing, sweetheart! It’s very sweet that you want to surprise him, and I’m so glad we could help.”

Catherine explains the plan in the Uber on the way to your hotel: take a few days to recover from the jet lag from the 19-hour flight, and on Friday — Valentine’s Day — you’d be taken to set to surprise your boyfriend. 

After Catherine makes sure you’re safely in your room and assures you that you can call her if you needed anything — “absolutely anything, darling!” — before tomorrow, you finally allow a grin to overtake your face as you collapse onto the bed. As Valentine’s Day gifts go, you were fairly certain this wasn’t a bad choice.

You and Austin had been dating for almost a year, since March of 2019. Originally just your childhood friend, a friendship born of proximity when your family moved next door to his, your feelings for each other had blossomed into what was honestly the healthiest relationship you had ever been in. You had been with him when he was auditioning, when he was cast as Elvis, you had watched as he practically lived and breathed Elvis in the months leading up to the moment he left for principal photography in Australia. He was crushed that your first Valentine’s Day together was doomed to be long-distance, and as he kept saying how much he wished the two of you could celebrate together, the idea dawned on you.

And now here you were in Australia, on the opposite side of the world from your home in Anaheim, getting ready to surprise your boyfriend who was currently playing one of the most famous men in history.

-

You spend most of the first couple days of your trip sleeping, your body insisting on ten-hour naps to recover from the flight through seven time zones. You’re able to pencil in some sightseeing, too, though by the time Valentine’s Day rolls around you’re even more anxious to see Austin; you’re the closest you’ve been to seeing him in a month but the distance between your hotel and his set seems impossibly far.

Catherine is your escort once again, and on the way to set she explains the plan to you, detailing the scenes they’ll be filming and where you could fit in, and making it incredibly clear that pretty much everything you’re about to see is strictly for your eyes only; they couldn’t risk a leak only a month into filming.

Admittedly, you’re a little starstruck being on a movie set, and it’s all a bit of a blur as Catherine rushes you over to hair & makeup to get you ready for the scene. The crew slips you into one of their many spare dresses, and they get to work making your hair and makeup era-appropriate. As one of the hair stylists — a kind woman whose name you learned was Gail — is in the process of getting your hair into pincurls, the door to the hair and makeup trailer sweeps open. Every eye in the room swings towards the motion as Baz steps inside.

As in, Baz Luhrmann.

Legendary, acclaimed director.

In the hair and makeup trailer.

And he walks right over and gives you a hug (as best he could with you in the makeup chair trying to stay as still as possible, at least).

“Y/N! Happy Valentine’s Day, we’re so glad you’re here.”

“Thank you so much for helping organize this, Baz!” You smiled. “I really hope I’m not disrupting the schedule or anything too much.” You had gotten to meet Baz a handful of times as Austin was prepping for the role, and he was one of the sweetest people you knew. 

“Oh, it was nothing.” He waves away the compliment, “I love a good surprise, and I’m glad I’ll get to see you two crazy kids back together. I just wanted to say hello and make sure you were doing okay. You guys take care of her, alright?” He directs the last part to the crew, and bids you farewell with a “See you on set!”

Soon enough, your hair and makeup are the best they’ve ever been, and you’re almost afraid to move for fear of ruining the gorgeous blue gingham dress they’ve given you as you’re escorted to set by an assistant.

You take your seat in the front row, trying your hardest to hide your excitement as you catch a glimpse of Austin talking with Baz just offstage.Your breath catchesin your throat as you take him in. After not seeing him for a month, seeing him in person is in itself a bit of a shock, but underneath the slightly baggy pink suit and effortlessly disheveled hair, you see the sharp focus in his eyes that's something entirely Austin. Time is a blur as the rest of the scene is set up, and the last thing you hear before Baz calls “action!” is his suggestion to Austin to find someone in the audience to focus on. 

You holdyour breath as he, Xavier, and Adam walk onto the stage, the smudged eyeliner bringing out the blue of his eyes as he scans the crowd. You fight to keep the smile from your face in anticipation as his gaze sweeps past you, then snaps back as he does a double take. The Elvis facade fades, the anxious fidgeting and nervous manner he’s put on entirely forgotten as he freezes, his eyes locked on yours.

“Y/N?”

You nod, unable to hide your grin any longer as you give him a playful wave, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Aus.”

In a flash, the guitar that had been looped around his shoulders is set carefully on the stage and he jumps down to the floor to greet you, the cast and crew cheering him on.

You let out a breathless laugh as you’re swept up in his arms and spun around in a circle, his grip strong and secure and safe as always. As your feet finally hit the ground, Austin’s gaze sweeps over you, taking in your light blue gingham dress and 50s pin curls, before his eyes meet yours again and you’re finally, finally pulled in for a kiss. 

It’s a sign of how much you missed each other that by the time you pull away your carefully-applied, no doubt expensive, movie-star-quality lipstick is smudged beyond repair, and Austin’s artfully disheveled hair is a mess. Some part of you cringes slightly at the thought of messing up the hair and makeup crew’s hard work, but a much larger, much louder part of you — the part that had been missing him since the second he’d left — couldn’t care less.

“I— Sweetheart,” Austin laughs with a tinge of disbelief, still holding you tight as though you might slip away at any second, “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you.” You say simply, grinning. “And I knew how upset you were that we’d be missing our first Valentine’s together, so I thought I’d surprise you.”

“You flew all the way to Australia to surprise me?” He asks, as if to make sure he was hearing you right.

You nod, cheerfully humming an affirmative.

He laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“You’re ridiculous,” is all he says before pulling you in for another warm hug, lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you, too” you whisper back, tucking your face into the crook of his neck to hide your growing smile, toes curling at the familiar smell of his cologne — something warm and woody that you had gotten him for Christmas last year.

After what seems like not enough time at all, your very professional boyfriend regretfully pulls away — after all, he is here for a job. Baz is kind enough to let you stay and watch them film several scenes, but after seeing how distracted Austin is (he’s trying to stay professional, he really is, but you’re here and he’s missed you so much) he cuts the day short, offering everyone a chance to celebrate their Valentine’s Day properly. 

You’re glad you brought one of your nicer dresses with you, because that night Austin takes you out on the first non-Skype date you’ve had in a while. The two of you end up at a fairly nice restaurant, talking for hours as if you haven’t been apart at all. In lieu of the typical red roses, he gives you a paper rose to add to your collection back home; a tradition that began with your very first date, and one that you hope continues for as long as possible.

You spend a romantic evening together, followed by an even more romantic night, and the contentment you feel waking up the next morning in Austin’s arms is incomparable to anything else on earth. You don’t open your eyes at first, content with the feeling of your head on his chest, legs tangled together, his arms pulling you in closer, but you can’t help but smile up at him as you feel his eyes on you, and the softness in his gaze as you meet his eyes nearly takes your breath away.

Your hand, from its resting place on Austin’s chest, works its way up his neck to cup his cheek, almost as if you need to confirm that he’s really there, solid and warm next to you. You bite your lip to hide a smirk as your eyes catch on the marks scattered across his skin — proof of your, er, very enthusiastic reunion the previous night. He leans into your touch as you whisper a soft “good morning” to him, and he returns the greeting, mumbling it against your lips as you’re pulled in for a kiss.

He glances quickly at the alarm clock on the nightstand, making a note of the time: barely 9am. “What time is your flight, again?”

You mentally file through your sleep-scattered brain for your flight information. “My flight leaves at 1, but I wanna try to be at the airport around 11, maybe 11:30ish?”

He nods, seemingly incorporating that information into whatever idea he has brewing in his head. “I don’t have to be on set until noon,” he says, taking on a suggestive tone as he moves to hover over you, “Any ideas on how we could spend all this time?”

Grinning, you pull him down into a bruising kiss, making a mental note to send flowers to the hair and makeup crew as an apology for the marks they’re going to have to cover on him after this morning.

All in all, not a bad Valentine’s Day.

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[heeracha]

## the disgusting scarf — l. heeseung

synopsis: lee heeseung, the bane of your existence, would always get you into trouble and you, of course, took revenge by getting him into trouble as well. when heeseung randomly gives you a puppy, sunghoon claims that maybe it's his way of proposing and maybe you can finally go around wearing heeseung's scarf. but you claim that you would rather go to azkaban than wear his disgusting scarf.

pairing: gryffindor!heeseung x fem!slytherin!reader

idols mentioned: all of enha, yeji (itzy), beomgyu (txt), seungmin, hyunjin and jisung (skz)

content/genre: hogwarts au, enemies to lovers, secret relationship, fluff <3 tsundere!reader

warning(s): swearing, bickering (lots of it), heeseung getting injured, falling off the broom, mentions of azkaban, tell me if i miss something !! unproofread

word count: 3.8k (oops)

note: this is very impulsive, i've been rewatching harry potter lately bcs idk,, i miss my childhood lmAO anyway !! i havent read the book in so long, so i must have forgotten some details, so if i got a detail wrong im sorry !!

As Professor Snape talked in front of the classroom about the potion that the class is going to brew, Heeseung’s cauldron suddenly falls to the ground, making a loud noise. Heeseung’s jaw drops as he watches it roll around, when he suddenly hears his teacher speak. “Mr. Lee, are you just going to watch your cauldron roll around until it stops or are you going to pick it up?” 

“Sorry, sir.” Heeseung mumbles as he bends down to grab his cauldron.

“Five points will be taken from Gryffindor.” Snape announces and Heeseung immediately stands straight, eyes widening as he puts his cauldron back on its place.

“Sir, I didn’t do it on purpose.” Heeseung defends. “I wasn’t even touching it.”

“And that’s for not being too careful, Mr. Lee.” Snape says as Heeseung frowns. His eyes go around the classroom, landing on you. You were looking at him, watching the scene unfold. When nothing is said anymore, you turn your head to your book as you read the lesson. “Who knows what else you could have broken?” Snape adds and you look at your teacher as he scowls at Heeseung. 

Snape turns around to go back to his discussion and then, you smirk. You turn your head to Heeseung, raising your eyebrows as you properly put your wand back in your robe. Heeseung shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he scowls through the entire class, cheek resting on his palm.

It had always been like that with the two of you. Ever since your first year, you always hated Heeseung and he felt the exact same towards you. Then in your second year, Heeseung accidentally dodge a bludger and sent it straight to one of the teachers’ office. While you didn’t know what was going on, you had a bat on hand as well when Heeseung let go of his. Then suddenly, the professor went to you and started scolding you while you were still confused. You were given a month’s detention and ten points out of you, but of course, you wanted to have revenge. So you pulled a prank on one of the teachers and framed Heeseung on it, causing him to get the same punishment. Ever since then, you two would always have each other getting in trouble.

“Jay, come on.” Heeseung turns to his friend who shakes his head as they get out of the classroom. “Please, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll give you 24 hours to let you do anything you want.”

Jay huffs. “Seriously, Heeseung, this thing with you and Y/L/N is getting silly. It was silly from the very start, but we’re 6th years now!” Jay says as they walk towards their common room. “Even sillier because you act like you hate her when you look at her as if she made the stars and moon.”

Heeseung immediately jabs his elbow on Jay’s side, causing the poor boy to groan. “Great way to convince me!” Jay says, shaking his head as they get to the common room. Heeseung says the password as the Fat Lady opens the door for them.

“Please, Jay?” Heeseung says and Jay sighs. “Last one and I’ll stop.”

“And if your plan goes to shit? What the hell are you going to do with me?” Jay asks.

“Who said I’ll do it? We’re going to get Jake.” Heeseung says with a grin to which Jay groans.

With Jake sighing as he follows Heeseung out of the great hall, he speaks up. “I swear to Merlin, Heeseung. If we get into detention because of this, I’m hexing your ass.” 

Heeseung laughs, shaking his head. Jake is a Ravenclaw, but somehow Jake is always with the two Gryffindors. As Heeseung turns to the left, out of the great hall, he is met by you with Sunghoon right beside you. Perfect timing. You stop, preventing yourself from running against the tall guy. 

“Hey, I was looking for you.” Heeseung says and you only look at him.

“The hell do you want?” You said and Heeseung holds his hands out, holding a small puppy. “The hell am I going to do with that?”

“Maybe it’s a new way of proposing?” Sunghoon suggests and you turn your head to him, questioning his response. “And then, I don’t know, you two would finally get together and you would go around wearing his house scarf.” Sunghoon teases, giggling to himself as he nudges you gently.

Jake was laughing lightly, holding his hand up to which Sunghoon claps with his. “Disgusting. I rather go to Azkaban than wear scarves from the other houses.” You dramatically say, looking at Heeseung. “Especially yours.” You say, pointing at him and he rolls his eyes.

“Come on, it’s my peace offering.” Heeseung says, holding the cute dog.

“No, I have a cat and I don’t have anything to take care of a dog.” You say, moving away from him, but Heeseung blocks your way. “Get out of my way, Lee.” You say and Heeseung shakes his head. “Stop it!”

“No!” Heeseung says. “I am giving you a gift and you’re not accepting it. This is very offensive.”

“It would be more offensive if I punched your face. Get out of the way.” You say and he only shakes his head. You groan. “Would you leave me alone if I take it?”

“Yes.” Heeseung says, nodding and you grab the puppy out of his hands, carrying it gently as its two paws rests on your shoulder, the puppy’s head snuggling on your shoulder.

“He’s cute.” Sunghoon says, petting it and the puppy barks, biting Sunghoon’s finger. You smirk, looking at Sunghoon who pouts, massaging his finger.

“You deserve it.” You say as Jake and Heeseung chuckle. You move away from Heeseung who doesn’t stop you this time.

“No thank you? Seriously?” Heeseung says and you roll your eyes. “Professor, Y/L/N turned Jay into a dog.” He says as soon as he sees his teacher along the entrance of the great hall. You turn around with wide eyes.

“What?!” McGonagall says, looking at you.

“WHAT?!” You shout, looking at Heeseung who’s just pointing at you.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I know you two have some sort of rivalry with each other, but you did not have to turn Mr. Park into an animal.” McGonagall scolds.

“Professor, no. I didn’t—”

“Ten points from Slytherin and detention tonight.” McGonagall says. “Put Mr. Park down.”

In defeat, you put the “dog” down on the ground and McGonagall flicks her wand, the dog growing as Jay. McGonagall lightly glares at you as she walks past to enter the great hall. You hit Sunghoon’s arm, turning to him.

“Ow!”

“Why didn’t you defend me?” You say as Sunghoon rubs the spot you hit.

“I thought you didn’t want me to stop whatever this… thing you and Heeseung are doing!” Sunghoon defends. “And seriously, man, did you have to bite me?” He says, turning to Jay who just shrugs, smiling.

“I didn’t tell you to not help me get his ass in trouble!” You say and Sunghoon laughs sheepishly. You turn to Heeseung. “You are so going to regret this.” You say, walking away with Sunghoon following you as he says bye to the three boys.

“24 hours, Lee.” Jay reminds.

“Not tomorrow.” Heeseung says and Jay raises an eyebrow. “Any day but tomorrow.”

Jay sighs, glaring at Heeseung. He just knows he will never get the 24 hour deal.

“Hey,” you hear, causing you to turn around. Heeseung smiles, but still, you had a scowl on your face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d get detention.”

“McGonagall thought I turned Park into a fucking dog, Lee. What did you expect? For her to give me some reward? Give me a hundred points?” You say and Heeseung chuckles. “I had you deducted five points and you got to deduct ten points from me and had me detention.”

“I’m sorry.” Heeseung says and you shake your head, shooing him away with your foot as you hug yourself. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m Y/N.” You say and Heeseung laughs. He comes closer, pulling you into a hug and you softly sigh, wrapping your own arms around his waist as you snuggle against him.

“I thought you’re mad at me?” Heeseung asks and you softly pinch his side to which he lightly jumps at. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He says, kissing your forehead. “Where’s your scarf?”

“I forgot to bring it.” You say and Heeseung pulls away as he removes his red and gold striped scarf, putting it over your neck. “You don’t have to, Seungie.” You say, shaking your head and he stops his actions, raising an eyebrow. 

“Right, you'd rather go to Azkaban than wear my disgusting scarf.” Heeseung says and you close your eyes, breathing deeply which causes him to laugh loudly. He fixes the scarf around your neck. When he’s done, he grabs the front, pulling you to him as his lips catch your cold lips. You kiss back, Heeseung smiling against your lips.

Yeah, you two have been dating since last year. When your plan semi-failed, causing you and Heeseung to have detention together, you two went to the Forbidden Forest with one other kid. You two were partners, it led to Heeseung holding your hand with you trying to yank your hand off, but he pulls it to him, saying, “Listen here, Y/L/N. I’ve had feelings for you for the longest time and I’ve been dropping hints that I do. It’s time for you to tell me you like me back because I know you like me, too, okay?”

You being you, answered, “How sure are you? What if you’re wrong?”

“I just… know.”

“You know I hate admitting when someone’s right, you know that?” You asked to which he nodded. “I’ll make an exception just this one time.” You say as you pull him to kiss you. Then it began with you two sneaking around, but never did you stop getting each other in trouble.

He pulls away after a few beats, grabbing your hand. “Come on, let’s go to the Three Broomsticks. While our friends and mostly everyone are still in Honeydukes.” Heeseung says as you two walk through the snow.

“Ugh, you’re really going to make me walk around Hogsmeade with your disgusting scarf.” You say, holding his hand tightly as he gently pulls you with him.

“You say it’s disgusting as if you didn’t almost hex me when you saw Yeji wear it.” Heeseung says.

“If I wear Beomgyu’s would you be happy?”

“Whose girlfriend are you?” Heeseung says.

“Whose boyfriend are you?” You question back. Heeseung only chuckles, pulling you closer to him as you pass by a big tree. 

Where Sunghoon was hiding. He goes around the tree, making sure neither of you see him. He watches the two of you walk away as you jokingly pinch his side to which Heeseung jumped on again. Heeseung yanks his hand away from you and you hug him from behind as he walks further away with you waddling behind him.

For a second, Sunghoon thought you two were going to fight until Heeseung hugged you. He thought he just mistook you from someone else, turns out it was you. The girl who said that Lee Heeseung is the bane of your existence. Turns out, he’s the love of your life. He couldn’t even believe his own ears when you called Heeseung ‘Seungie’.

So, when you two were out of sight, Sunghoon runs to Honeydukes as he calls Jake and Jay… and everyone in there.

“Good luck on the match, Y/L/N.” Heeseung says as he passes by where you and Sunghoon are sitting. “Hope you miss the hoops.”

“Hope I hit your face with the quaffle.” You answer.

“Hope you fall off.” He says.

“Hope you get hit by a bludger.” You say.

“Hope you—”

“OH MY GOD. SHUT UP!” You two get cut off when the head boy, Seungmin shouts.

“But she—”

“But he—”

“I DON’T CARE!” Seungmin says, glaring at the two of you. “BOTH OF YOU. SHUT IT.”

You look at Heeseung who looks at you as well. He winks and you raise your middle finger to him as he walks away. You drink your juice before your captain calls you for the team has to go prepare. When you stand up to go with your captain, Jake sits beside Sunghoon.

“I really don’t see it.” Jake says. “I mean, it could be seen they like each other, but them dating without anyone knocking some sense into them? Impossible.”

“I’m telling you!” Sunghoon said. “Y/N even called him ‘Seungie’.”

Jake shrugs.

“Seungie! Not Lee, little shit, not fucker, not any of that, but Seungie!” Sunghoon says and Jake sighs, shrugging again.

“I did see them together in Hogsmeade.” Sunoo, a Slytherin who was a year below the two joins. “Just last Saturday. Y/N’s wearing Lee Heeseung’s scarf. And honestly, they’re very obvious, you know? And like, last week, I saw them sneaking at night. Lee Heeseung even walked her back to the common room.”

Jake and Sunghoon turned to the younger boy who just shrugged at them. “How did you know they sneaked—”

“Snuck.”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes at Jake. “That they snuck out?” He continues.

“Jungwon, Riki and I snuck out that time, too.” Sunoo says, raising his eyebrows as he stands and walks away from the two. Jake and Sunghoon only look at each other, but Sunghoon is smiling smugly.

45 minutes have passed since the game started, Han Jisung from Hufflepuff announces the scores as Heeseung makes a goal. The match is just mainly you and Heeseung chasing each other around with the quaffle. How come Sunghoon never noticed this? It was entertaining to everyone how the two sworn enemies are chasing around, but what Sunghoon noticed since he started paying close attention was that you and Heeseung were never harsh with each other. 

Heeseung hits your arm with so much force, but when it’s close to your arm already, it becomes a soft pat. You would elbow Heeseung’s side, but Sunghoon realizes that you only touch Heeseung’s elbow with yours softly.

Sunghoon comes to the conclusion that you two are whipped.

Almost an hour later, the Golden Snitch finally decides to make an appearance and the two seekers chase it right away. Jay throws the quaffle to Heeseung, but you manage to get in between and catch it. Heeseung chases you right away as you dodge everything going your way, seeing Heeseung advancing beside you.

“Fuck!” You hear your boyfriend say and you turn your head quickly to see if he is okay, but you stop when you see him falling, almost meeting the ground. You feel the quaffle being grabbed from you, but you don’t care as you turn your broom around to chase Heeseung.

“Heeseung!” You call and he lands on his back with a thud. “Shit!” You curse as you get down as fast as you can. When you’re almost on the ground, you jump off your broom as you run to your boyfriend who’s unconscious. You get on your knees beside him as you cup his cheek, other hand on his shoulder shaking him. “Seungie, wake up. I’m kicking your ass, if you don’t wake up, I swear on Merlin’s beard.”

You don't care if everyone finds out now. You don’t care that the audience’s eyes are on you now as you try to wake up your boyfriend. You don’t care that even the game has stopped as everyone watches you. You don’t care even if the teachers and staff are watching.

“What the fuck?” Jisung accidentally says through the microphone of the announcer and he feels McGonagall hit him on the head.

As Madam Pomfrey and some students snap out of the trance, they run to you and Heeseung, putting him on the stretcher, taking him to the hospital wing. You follow and everyone takes a minute to process everything.

The two sworn enemies… are actually together all along? That’s something else.

The sound of whistle snaps the players up in the air out of their trance. “Resume the game!” Madam Hooch orders.

“Y/N, calm down.”

“No! You hit my fucking boyfriend with a fucking bludger. What if you hit him on the head? How the fuck would you replace his head?”

“I didn’t mean to, I’m really sorry—”

“Oh, come on! I know your hands were itching to fucking hit anyone from their team because they were on the lead.” You say as Heeseung slowly opens his eyes, seeing you sitting by the edge of his bed, your head turned to your captain. His good arm on your lap.

“Who the hell are you? Y/L/N Y/N can’t take to lose and you—”

You were quick to stand, about to grab Hyunjin, but Heeseung was quicker to hold your hand. You turn around, looking at him. “Hey, how do you feel?” You ask, sitting back as you hold his hand in yours.

“Throat feels dry.” Heeseung croaks and you stand up, helping him sit up. You grab the pitcher, putting water in the cup. You give the cup to Heeseung and he drinks it right away as you brush your fingers through his hair. You put it away when he’s done and he smiles at you. 

“Oh my God.” Sunghoon says and you turn to him, seeing him that he’s looking at you with a judging look on his face. “You’re so… whipped, Y/N.”

“Okay, if you think you’re already forgiven about telling everyone about our relationship—” You say, standing up as you’re ready to fight Sunghoon who’s already taking steps backwards. “You are so wrong, Park. You are going to—”

“Hey, calm down.” Heeseung says, arm around you with his hand on your hip as he rests his cheek on your shoulder, lightly laughing. “I’ll talk to you later, I wanna be alone with Y/N.” He tells Jay and Jake who nod, finding the scene funny as well. The two were the first ones to leave, Sunghoon smiling at Heeseung who nodded before Sunghoon left. Then Hyunjin, your captain, was about to leave.

About to.

“Hyunjin?” You call and he turns around, looking at you. You raise an eyebrow, nodding towards Heeseung while you glare at him.

“What if I don’t—”

Hyunjin cuts himself off when he sees you tilting your head, clearing his throat, chuckling nervously as he walks closer. “I’m just kidding, you.” He nervously says, knuckles softly bumping against your chin. When he gets no reaction from you, he sighs, turning to Heeseung. “I’m sorry about the bludger. I was dodging it off, I didn’t know it would hit you.”

“It’s okay, hyung.” Heeseung says.

“No, it’s not—”

You cut yourself off when you feel Heeseung squeezing your side. You glare at Hyunjin and he smiles at you. Hyunjin exits the hospital wing and you turn to your boyfriend. “You’re scaring everyone off.” Heeseung says, chuckling. “That’s your captain and he’s scared of you.”

“And?” You said and Heeseung rolled his eyes, smiling at you. “How do you feel?”

“I’m good.” Heeseung says, nodding as his hand goes up to your collar, fixing it as he notices you’re on your uniform, minus the robe. “How long was I out?”

“Three days.” You answer as you take his hand, playing with his fingers. “It’s so boring. No one got me in trouble, I got no one in trouble.” You say, looking up at him. “Don’t do that again, okay? I knew the bludger was going to hit me.”

“Then why did you make Hyunjin hyung apologize?” Heeseung asks.

“Because he needs to aim upwards, I don’t know why he aimed it sideway.” You answer and Heeseung chuckles, shaking his head. “But seriously, don’t do that again.”

“If I didn’t do it, you’re the one who’d be out for three days.” Heeseung says and you shrug.

“I could use a rest away from you.” You tease and he smiles, shaking his head. You sigh, putting your arm around him as you pull him in a hug. He wraps his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. “Everyone knows now, we don’t have to sneak.” You say, pulling away and he hums.

“How?” He asks.

You hum. “Uh,” you trail off, deciding to leave out the part that the match stopped because of you going to him when he fell. “Sunghoon saw us last week and told everyone.”

Heeseung laughs, nodding and you look at him through your lashes. “I really worried you, didn’t I?” He asks and you shake your head, looking away as you tighten your hold on his hand. Heeseung knows you’re lying.  “Look, I’m okay! Frankly, I think the bludger should’ve hit me harder.”

You look at him, raising your eyebrow. “I’m okay, really.” He says and you nod.

“I know.” You say, sighing.

“You know what would cheer me up, though?” He says and you hum. “Seeing my girlfriend smile. She rarely does it, but when she does, my heart just melts because I know it’s real.”

You shake your head, placing your hand on his head. “Go back to sleep.” You say and he laughs, grabbing your hand, pulling it down to his lips to kiss your palm. “Seriously, Heeseung, I haven’t washed my hands for over an hour.”

“But I can see you like it, your cheeks are growing red.” He says and you sigh, shaking your head. “Come on, baby, smile for me.” He says and you sigh, pressing your lips against him as you close your eyes. “Okay, this works, too.” He says against your lips as he closes his eyes, causing you to laugh which makes him smile.

“Okay, lovebirds. Cut it out, now.” Madam Pomfrey says, coming into the hospital wing and you pull away, causing Heeseung to pout. You look at him, shrugging. “As much as it interests me—and the whole school—how you two got together, Mr. Lee needs his rest and I need to mend his bones. He’ll be out of here before dinner, dear, don’t worry.”

You nod. “Thank you, ma’am.” You say and she nods, smiling. You press one last kiss on Heeseung’s lips and then another one on his forehead. You stand up as you grab something from the side and put it on Heeseung’s lap, walking away as Madam Pomfrey starts to pour the bone mending medicine into the cup. Heeseung looks down to see his red and gold striped scarf neatly folded. Heeseung watches your back as you turn to him, smiling at him which causes him to smile as well.

Like Madam Pomfrey said, Heeseung was out before dinner, going to you as he teased you how you went to him right away when he fell off his broom while putting his scarf around you as he pressed a kiss on your cheek.

Yup, Sunghoon outed you. But you honestly don’t care.

Let the whole world be chaotic, you don’t care. All you care about is Heeseung.

(You’d still kick Sunghoon’s ass, though).

— july 26, 2022. heeracha.

[acerathia]

pink camellias || Chapter 3: valerian

Chapter Summary:

valerian: readiness

Wordcount: 2.6k

Read on AO3 || Masterlist

Pairing:

Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

Tags/CW:

royalty au, inspired by Mulan, war and its consequences, violence, childhood friends to strangers to companions to lovers (i am sorry), Angst, Acts of Service, Character Death (Major, and Minor), swordfights, misogyny, f!reader, kidnapping, implied torture, let me know if I missed anything lol

Note:

this is unedited, so sorry for any mistakes oops

As usual, because you had to drill yourself for years, you woke up early with the sun. To your resignation you accepted missing the sunrise, as it would be too late in the current season to do so, while maintaining a proper sleep schedule. The first months had hit you deep with your loss of sleep and you whined and babbled complaints. But it was worth it in the end, as you seemed to gain more time to properly stretch in the morning and to take a light jog, until breakfast was served.

So you stretched and went for a jog as usual, only to notice the lack of space, due to the buildings sitting cramped beside each other. But as you walked farther into these grounds, you discovered the training space, which would be sufficient for a run. At least if you just lapsed around it. There wasn’t anything better than this place, so you just took what you got.

After running you went through some cooldown stretches, enjoying the current silence, because it seemed like nobody was awake yet. You were curious as to why. Were they being lenient on the newcomers, perhaps? In any case, it wasn’t your responsibility. You just left the ground and went back to your barrack for a quick wash up, before you headed towards the dining hall. Prior to your run you had some time to look around and build a simple layout on the inside of your head.

Upon finally entering the dining hall, you felt several looks land on you, but you elected to ignore them, unless there was a good reason not to. With no reaction you stood up in line to get your breakfast, whatever they currently served. Still, you thanked the server with a slight smile, even if you got no reaction.

With your tray you found a quiet place to sit and to eat. You shoveled the food into your mouth while staring out of the window, until a loud figure entered this space. You said loud, because his steps seemed to rumble through the ground and his aura bordered on menacing.

“Listen up, twerps, you have ten minutes to finish, before we meet at the training grounds. Don’t be fucking late, or you will run laps, or whatever.”, he barked, while looking around, seemingly drilling his stare into everyone separately.

The moment his eyes landed on you, you noticed slightly how his jaw tensed, and you were inclined to continue and hold his gaze until he broke eye contact, but you would rather avoid any confrontation. Especially with someone with a higher standing than you. Because you were very well aware of your current status as an expendable soldier. To them you still didn’t have any worth, not until you prove yourself. And you would. But not now. So you broke the contact with a nod, before turning to finish the rest of your food.

The blond left immediately with his loud steps, even if strangely he didn’t seem a clunky person. After some seconds of waiting to make sure he was truly gone, the people started talking again, mainly discussing the behavior and aura of their new boss.

You tried to tune it out, but because you were walking between tables to return your plate, you heard someone talking about some kind of manliness. You furrowed your brows, that was a weird way for someone to express themselves, but considering the company you would be having for the next while, you didn’t mind. It almost seemed exciting for you to learn how other people talked to each other, besides the painstakingly high language in court.

With long strides you arrived at the training grounds and without any prompts started to warm yourself up, doing simple stretches. While doing so, you felt the stare of the blond from earlier on you, both you decided to think nothing of it.

Slowly, everyone else arrived with some chatter, before a sharp whistle interrupted everyone.

“In a row, now!”, the captain barked at everyone with his rough voice.

Again, he stared everyone done before speaking: “Welcome. I’m the captain of this infantry. I don’t care what your name is. You all are here, if you’re lucky, to fight in the war, either as a good asset, or just as cannon fodder. Whatever you want does not matter, we’re not here to play games. Now, everyone runs five laps around the training ground to warm up.”

He didn’t even allow anyone to even react to his words, but started threatening the stragglers outright, swinging his sword just in front of their noses. You would rather avoid the blade of his sword, thank you very much, so even if his brashness shocked you, you forced your legs to carry you over the sidelines of the field.

Maybe you should refrain from your daily jog, if the program contained running anyway? You shook your head, no, it would be better to gain some kind of advantage, especially considering how these men most likely had more strength in them.

Before you knew it, you already absolved the five laps, with a slight lead and barely out of breath. Well, there it was. Your year-long training was actually paying off. Huh. Still, you didn’t stop completely, lest you experience a circulatory collapse, walking a bit around, until everyone else joined.

To your disgruntlement the run was already your peak. With everything else they looked at, you barely stayed in the average. You grew more annoyed with every exercise. You had a pretty strong musculature and good coordination, all due to your rigorous training, or you couldn’t even lift a sword properly. But these buffoons easily outplayed you, only because they could. Only because they had that innate advantage. And you wished you could curse all of them out. But you didn’t, couldn’t, shouldn’t.

But, oh, you were close to punching someone in the throat. Especially after the captain told them that no, they would not use the swords today. The only sign for your disdain was a small scowl, barely noticeable unless you looked for it. And unless you fought a social fight in the noble court, nobody would.

After they have been released, you returned to your room to wash up and change into some cleaner clothes, before making your way to dinner.

Repeating the same movements of earlier this morning you sat down with your food in front of you. And you were already half through your plate, the moment someone stopped in front of the table. You suppressed a groan, but didn’t look up, waiting for that person to speak up.

Suddenly a muddy shoe landed beside your plate, shaking the whole table, forcing you to look up with a frown. Your eyes immediately locked with the burning red gaze. The captain looked pissed, if his tense jaw was any indication.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here? Is this just a game to you?”, he asked with a growl, his rage barely contained under his skin.

“Hm, good evening to you too, captain. I would be glad, if you could remove your shoe from my food…”, you answered, fully aware that ignoring his question may enrage him further, so you had to add. “And obviously I am here to participate in fighting, why else would I even be here?”

He didn’t seem to like your answer, pushing the table and shaking you in the process. You couldn’t suppress the disgusted scowl as some of the mud from his shoe actually jumped into your food. Gross.

“I really hope you don’t expect anyone to treat you like a noble, princess.”, he growled, staring you down before turning around and leaving the hall altogether. Huh, that was weird.

With a sigh you stood up, taking your plate to bring it back. A shame the food had been spoiled like that, but you could manage without food till breakfast tomorrow. You just wondered why the captain seemed so angry. As far as you were aware, you didn’t do anything that could lead to the conclusion of not taking anything seriously. Usually you would just shrug it off, but he was the captain of this troop, ignoring any kind of authority couldn’t end well, so it seemed like you had to endure whatever weird feelings he experienced. You wished you could stab him.

Whatever, you didn’t come to this place to make friends, as much as you secretly wanted to. You came to this place to live some proper adventure, and of course to protect your father from whatever might be happening in this war. Maybe there was a chance of something special happening, like in all those books you had read. Maybe magic? No, there was no way magic actually existed, that would be stupid. But an adventure was an adventure and no matter how scant the magic might be, your experience here might just be enough. You just hoped it started soon, or else you would start to get bored again.

After getting rid of the soiled food, you didn’t return to your room. Instead you made your way to the training grounds, looking for a place to sit. Making yourself comfortable on a tree stump, you took your whetstones out of your pocket. Once your sword had a stable position on your thigh you started grinding and sharpening it.

Tschik. Tschik.

The movements and sound always had a calming effect on your mind, and even if you weren’t agitated at the moment, it gave you a sense of home, of relaxation. And as much as you were filled with excitement over your current situation and all the possibilities, your heart was starting to yearn for your home. To simply break your fast with your father and to compete with the knights of the household. Getting ripped out of your daily routine hurt more than you had anticipated. Still, you couldn’t find the heart to regret any of your decisions.

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Once again you repeated your morning routine in this faraway place, before awaiting the next orders of the captain. Usually you would call this training, but he seemed to enjoy seeing everyone in pain due to the muscle aches they suffered, if his grin was any indication. It made the urge to hit him grow. But you refrained from doing so, and you were quite proud of your restraints, you almost patted yourself on the shoulder.

You still slipped and let your grin show once he announced a fight with swords. Well, with wooden swords, but swords nonetheless. With eager hands you grabbed the next best swords and twirled it a couple of times in your hand, getting a feel for its balance and composition. It seemed like pretty good quality for a training sword, the hilt balancing on your fingers like a proper sword was supposed to. The feel of wood on your fingers making you reminisce about the beginning of your dreams, about the mudden yard with the once forgotten boys. With a simple throw you let it land into your palm again, waiting for whatever was about to be coming next.

After everyone settled with their wooden swords, the captain went around and let everyone draw straws to determine who was going to fight who. And if you didn’t know it better, you would think he was avoiding you, the way he seemed to walk up to everyone first.

By the time he finally arrived you had gritted your teeth, they felt like they moved out of their place. Still, you took that last, measly straw and despite your upbringing, you didn’t thank him. Rather you turned around and went looking for your first opponent.

Another blond. There seemed to be a pattern and you disliked it greatly. Despite his sure grin, this one didn’t do anything to make you hate him yet, so you just waited for the other shoe to drop. So you just leaned on the fence to watch the first match.

All these matches were probably to assess the skills of everyone here. And through every match you had to admit, no one lacked any skill or talent. Rather everything was raw and could need some sharpening, but you guessed they would get that from the future training.

Almost as expected, your match was the last one. Almost like the captain wanted to have some fun for everyone to relax, just that possibility made you grind your teeth again.

With light steps you stepped into the makeshift fighting arena, standing with proper footing in front of the grinning blond. He seemed so confident in his alleged win. Saying to his friends, he had this in his pocket.

And how much you loved to destroy some man's ego.

He barely waited for the sign before dashing in, his form barely there, his talent keeping him at the seams. You gave him a simple smile before just stepping out of his reach, letting him stumble and miss you. And how easy it would be to just hit him on the back of his head and finish it, but you had to deliver a proper performance, didn't you?

So you allowed him to recover. This time around he seemed a bit more cautious, watching every move of yours carefully. At least someone was capable of learning, almost a surprise, if you were honest.

You didn’t have a reason to wait for him to strike first, so you moved. Your sword aiming for his knees, letting those buckle slightly under him, and before he could react properly to any movement you made, you had stepped behind him, pressing the wooden blade against his Adam's apple, feeling him swallow.

“Tschik. Dead.”, you announced his loss to him, removing the sword after making sure he understood that.

You didn’t even break into a sweat. The only person, who could possibly hold a blade to you, was effectively the captain, as much as you hated to admit it. Maybe the others could improve, but that depended on their psyche and determination.

You turned to your audience, smiling and curtsying. “Thank you for watching.”

You swung the sword to put it onto your shoulder, before leaving for dinner, even if the captain didn’t release you yet. But after that set-up, you could at the moment care less about his opinion of you. Fuck courtesy, his authority too. And you would be keeping the sword too, let's see how he can stop you from that.

Maybe that was why you expected him to turn up at your table again. But it wasn’t the captain, it was the blond from earlier.

“Hello, my name’s Denki Kaminari, nice to meet you! Do tell, where did you learn to handle the sword like that?”, he immediately got into the deep questions, startling you a bit. You weren’t used to such forwardness, too used to useless small talk. But you didn’t mind, you discovered.

You introduced yourself too, leaving any pleasantries aside. After that you explained how you were trained to be a swordmaster, achieving some kind of mastery in that skill. After that the conversation steered in any possible direction and you couldn’t help yourself but dive with the same enthusiasm into the talk as he did. Talking like that with someone felt freeing and actually was more fun than you could have ever anticipated.

Huh, you actually enjoyed his company. And he seemed to do so too, because the very next day, he sat down and began eating with you. With his jokes, the days of monotone training didn’t seem as bad as they could be.

[princecharmingwinks]

Sterek Fic Rec - October 2022. Oops, I did it again (I’m late haha). Sorry folks, I flew interstate to visit my family so I’m a little behind again. But good things come to those that wait, right? ;) I had a smutty little month it would seem!

Bookstore Cozy by KatieComma (1/1 | 8K | Explicit)

Stiles sees Derek being cozy in the bookstore and cuteness and smut ensues.

steal my breath away by stilinskisparkles (1/1 | 4K | Teen)

This is the worst organised robbery I’ve ever seen,” Derek comments as he begrudgingly does as he’s told.

“Nobody asked you,” Stiles huffs.

if you were dracula by prize (1/1 | 3K | Explicit)

“I kind of have a thing for biting,” Derek says, mouthing at Stiles’s neck.

“Okay I guess, just - maybe don’t break the skin?”

Derek pulls back to look at him. “Actually, I have a thing for you biting me.”

How Many Pumpkins Is Too Many Pumpkins? by snarkatthemoon | Podfict by Nutellargh  (1/1 | 12K | Mature)

"Wake up," Stiles says, and places a kiss behind Derek's ear. "My birthday is over, and Halloween season has officially begun. I've booked the pumpkin patch for eleven."

Derek's happy, barely-awake rumbles abruptly stop, his body stiffening. He rolls over slowly, then blinks at Stiles, his eyes crusty with sleep. "What."

"Pumpkins, Derek," Stiles says. "We need to get there early or all the good ones will be gone. This house is huge, so we're probably going to need at least twenty to sufficiently decorate—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Derek says, sitting up in bed suddenly, a look of abject horror on his face. "Who said anything about pumpkins, or decorating?"

"Uh, me," Stiles tells him, rolling his eyes. "There's only two weeks until Halloween. I want this place to look like Satan's grotto by the time we’re done with it. Realistically, how many pumpkins do you think you can carve in an afternoon. Eight? Ten?"

.

Or, the one where Stiles is stupidly excited for Halloween, and Derek...isn't. Oh, and they may accidentally adopt a cat to which Stiles is also stupidly excited, and Derek...isn't.

Unintentional Feelings by LadyDrace (1/1 | 1K | Explicit)

Stiles wasn't planning on these feelings in the first place, and now they hit him in the middle of a blow job.

Typical.

Caffeinated Fornication by nogitsune_lichen (1/1 | 3K | Explicit)

“You fucker! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were back in town! That is like level four betrayal, I mean it’s not like I’ve saved your life a few times, or helped Scott be on your side, or--”

“What the hell are you doing?” Derek snapped.

Stiles paused, jaw hanging open, “uh-- yelling at you because--”

“It’s one in the morning.”

The Power of Pumpkin Magic by princecharmingwinks (1/1 | 1K | Teen)

"If you don't want money, I'll buy you a pie. I just need you to be my boyfriend for the next five minutes."

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Stiles just thought it was another day of working on his thesis at his favourite bookshop. What he didn’t count on was the power of pumpkin magic.

Some Choices Are Easy by Cousin Shelley (CousinShelley) (1/1 | 4K | Teen)

Someone's following Stiles through home goods stores. He calls Derek for help.

and there you stand, clothed in all your glory (i am stumbling and fumbling and reaching out) by snickiebear (1/1 | 3K | Mature)

Stiles looks at him and Derek doesn't know what to do with his hands.

or, stiles is the resident bad boy with his tattoos and bike and leather jacket. derek's hopelessly in love with him and a werewolf. these things go hand in hand.

Love Cake by kellerific (1/1 | 4K | Teen)

Stiles, newly home from college, shares an important family tradition with Derek.

Written for A Very Sterek Fall.

princecharmingwinks special mention (I found this fic through the podfic, both are utterly delightful! It takes place over a year and I just found it so wholesome and magical!)

You'll be my resolution by Jmeelee | Podfic by only_more_love (1/1 | 6K | Mature)

“Stiles, is it true you got kicked out of the community center yesterday?” His father asks him the following morning. He’s standing at Stiles’ apartment door, eyes tired above puffy, bruised skin. He’d worked the night shift, and word travels fast.

“Yup,” Stiles admits.

The Sheriff levels a look at Stiles, one he hasn’t seen since he was a teenager running around at all hours of the night chasing the supernatural. “Now, dare I ask why you got kicked out?”

“I was trying to help Derek Hale.”

“Help him?”

“Yeah, it’s my New Year’s resolution.”

His father rolls his eyes. “Well, that sounds like it will end in disaster. Good luck.”

I will try to be back on schedule next month but seeing as that we are almost at the end of the year, no promises ;) See you all next time!

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

28 from 100 kisses list with Tom Holland pls

28. an accidental kiss between two exes

This ended up being longer than planned...oops

send a number from this list and I'll write a blurb

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When your assistant told you she saw your ex in the hallway, you didn't believe her. What were the odds of you and him being invited to the same late night show on the same night?

''Do you want me to tell Jimmy that you’re not feeling well? We can re-schedule the interview,'' Malory suggested.

As interesting as Malory’s idea sounded, you would feel horrible for ditching Jimmy Fallon on such short notice. ''No. It’s fine.'' You forced a smile. ''I can’t avoid him forever, can I?''

''It’s not like you have to sit on the same couch next for each other for forty-five minutes. That would be uncomfortable and weird.''

''Right. It’s segments interviews. We won’t even cross path. I can do it.'' 

A few minutes later, while you were putting on your dress for the interview, a thought flashed in your head. 

''Do you think Jimmy will see this as an opportunity to ask us questions about the breakup?''

After it was announced that you and Tom were no longer together, everyone kept asking you - and Tom - all kinds of questions about your breakup. Sadly for their gossip hungry self, you had both decided to keep your mouths shut about the subject. Firstly, because you were dealing with the pain of the breakup, and secondly, just because you were actors didn’t mean you had to share every parts of your life. It was nice to keep some things private.

The show began and, while you waited for your turn to come, you watched Tom's segment from your loge. It felt weird to see him through the screen after two years of skipping every of his interviews and not seeing any of his projects. He had changed so much physically. His hair were longer and curly, and his face was no longer juvenile like it was when you met during Cherry.

''Did you know your ex-girlfriend, Y/N, is here tonight too?'' Jimmy asked him.

By the baffled look on Tom’s face, he did not know either. ''Eh, no. I did not.''

The interview went on and Jimmy asked him questions about Uncharted since the trailer had been released earlier today. Then, he asked about his Spiderman co-star, Zendaya. They were rumored to be dating and had been spotted together a few times, but Tom refused to give Jimmy any detail about his dating life. 

The show went to commercial and next, the winner of The Voice would being interviewed so you turned off the TV, not interested. 

Malory had gone to fetch you water so, when you heard a knock on your door, you assumed it was her and said ‘come in’. 

''You’re not Malory,'' you stated, seeing Tom standing in the doorway.

''Sorry to disappoint, darling.'' He took a quick glance around the room, checking it you were alone. ''May I come in?''

Your head moved into a nod although you knew it wasn't a good idea. There was a reason why you had cut all contact with him. It was to spare you from hurting.

Tom stepped in and closed the door. His orange argyle sweater was giving modern grandpa vibe, which matched with his dress shoes. Were these Louboutins? You were not expecting to see his wearing such a high fashion designer shoe.

''Long it me no see.'' He walked up to the makeup and hair corner, leaning against the table. 

''Talk for you. I saw you in the TV screen ten minutes ago.''

''I meant in person. Face to face.''  

You didn’t say anything. 

''How’s filming going? I heard you got a role for a show on the CW-''

You closed your eyes, stifling a breath. 

Small talk and catching up with an ex weren’t on tonight’s planning. You had an interview in twenty minutes and you didn’t want to be emotionally wrecked right before. 

''What are you here for, Tom?'' you asked, not getting the reason of his presence. Being invited to the same late night show on the same evening was not a valid enough answer for you.

Tom bit his lip, a nervous habit of his. ''Giving you the answers I did not give Jimmy.'' He shyed away from the table, taking a step between each questions and its answer. ''Am I dating Zendaya? We were, but not anymore. How's living in New York? Lonely. How do I feel about you being here tonight? Fucking nervous.''

You pulled your eyebrows into a frown. ''Why are you telling me all this?''

He sat on the couch beside you, facing you and your eyes flickered up to connect with his, instinctively. You felt a magnetic pull and, before you realized you were both leaning in, your lips touched.

Not for long thought. 

Half a second after, the door opened and Malory walked in, holding your water bottle. ''Sorry it took so long, I had to go to a vending machine on the other side of the studio- Oh.''

[twilightmalachite]

PORTRAIT - Ah, still delay—thou art so ■■■ 4

Author: Akira

Characters: Akiomi, Makoto, Izumi, Arashi

Translator: Mika Enstars

"I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Modeling Office

A couple minutes later, at the agency Kunugi Akiomi belongs to…

Akiomi: —I’ve returned!

(Whew… I only just came back, but I feel so very tired already!)

(I’ll grow old in no time at this rate. Just about ten years and I’m going to be decrepit!)

(It’ll be hard for me to continue my modeling career, and then I’ll be in a pinch!)

Makoto: ……

Akiomi: Oops, sorry. I had brushed you aside.

You can come in, Yuuki-kun.

Makoto: ……

Akiomi: (H-He’s kinda restless, isn’t he? He keeps looking around all over… He’s like a cautious small animal.)

(Maybe he’s a bit of a timid child. Maybe he’s scared, he absolutely refuses to make eye contact with me…)

(Well, I’m usually scared of places where only adults are present, too.)

Makoto: Onii-chan…

Akiomi: Ah, yes, Akiomi-oniichan is here~♪ Handshake~♪

Makoto: Not you… Where’s Onii-chan?

Akiomi: Ahh, you mean Sena-kun. But I told you as we walked here, I doubt he’s at our agency—

Izumi: Aaaaaahhhh!

Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!

Akiomi: (He is here~!? And he’s on a rampage while making some sort of strange noise~!?)

Arashi: Akiomi, Akiomi.

Akiomi: Oh, Narukami-kun. You’re at the agency this late again? Your parents will begin to worry if you don’t head home soon, you know.

Arashi: Home’s fine. Instead, do something about him, please.

Izumi: Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!!

Akiomi: Umm… He’s hard to see since he’s in the dark, but that’s Sena-kun, isn’t it? What is he doing here? And why…?

Arashi: Please don’t flood me with questions.

Um, I’m not sure why, but apparently he’ll be working at our agency from today on.

Akiomi: Is that right? Come to think of it, the president did say something about a transfer to our agency, didn’t he…?

He didn’t look too happy about it though, so I figured it wasn’t anything like a famous model.

I see. So maybe that was Sena-kun he was talking about?

Arashi: I dunno. Instead, can you hurry and do something, Akiomi?

Akiomi: But I don’t know what I can do…

Akiomi: Uhh, Sena-kun, what’s wrong? Are you okay? If you cry, your eyes will turn red and interfere with work tomorrow, you know.

Arashi: Akiomi, you’re so bad at comforting others it’s almost sad.

Akiomi: I’m being pitied by a toddler!?

Izumi: Aaaagh! Shut up, shut up, shut up!

I’m quitting being a model! There’s no point if I can’t work with Yuu-kun! I hate hate HATE Papa and Mama!!

Akiomi: Huh, Yuu-kun?—

Makoto: Onii-chan!

Izumi: …!? Yuu-kun!

Makoto: It’s Onii-chan~…♪

Ehehe, it was true, Onii-chan really was here!

Thank you very much, umm, Akiomi…-oniichan.

It’s all thanks to you. I’m always indebted to you.

Izumi: Onii-chan? Yuu-kun, what are you calling this guy “Onii-chan”?

Izumi: Isn’t that supposed to be meee? Isn’t it I who's your Onii-chan, Yuu-kuuun?

Makoto: Mhm! ♪ But, this person is… Onii-chan, too?

Izumi: So you guys are a threat! You guys are my enemy! All of you, everyone in this agency is my enemy!!

Arashi: …… (Doesn’t say anything and smacks Izumi in the cheek)

Izumi: …!? Aaaahhh! Did you just hit meee!? I’ll kill you!

Akiomi: Wait, don’t fight! Why did you hit him, Narukami-kun?! You can’t use violence!

Arashi: ‘Cause he was annoying…He’s annoying and unpleasant and should just go away.

Izumi: I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!

Akiomi: P-P-P-Please calm down, Sena-kun! I’ll make sure Narukami-kun apologizes!

Arashi: Why should I? Isn’t it his fault for making all that noise?

Makoto: Aha~♪ Onii-chan looks cheerful and happy today!

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[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Lately I've been thinking about modern day Napolington dealing with murder fairies. They're just two bickering ambassadors or some such then oops horrific murders happen.

I had a long running modern day AU head canon thing wherein Arthur was in Paris representing the UK on some matter or another (his actual position, and what he was there for, is irrelevant) and Napoleon was a member of the French government (which ministry he'd be in changes for me on the regular since he'd be a good fit for a few of them - regardless, he's in a very senior position) and due to Shenanigans and Situations and a bit of a rooftop drunken party they end up shacking up and Arthur's family is shocked and appalled and Napoleon's siblings are all like "god you're a mess, Napoleone, and really? an Englishman?" though his mother would be Very Catholic(tm) about it all. His father wouldn't care because Carlo was a bit of a chaotic lush.

(I have it that he was married to Josephine but she died within the last two to three years of something unexpected and he's now single-dad-ing it with their kids.)

Murat is all, 'Welcome to the family. They're going to give you a really hard time for the next ten years then they might accept you. Maybe. Though as an Englishman, maybe not.' Turns to Napoleon, 'Really?? An Englishman?? The least you could have done was date a Scotsman or something. The only reason my kids are learning English is because I believe in knowing thy enemy.' (Napoleon, sotto voce: it's not the one hundred years war anymore. christ.)

Arthur is like, 'See, at least people talk about things in this family. If in a sort of terribly Corsican, over the top, wow-that-didn't-need-to-be-put-quite-like-that fashion. My mother texted me: You shall arrive promptly for Christmas dinner. You know the size of the family dining table and so therefore there's only one spot being set for you. And that's literally all the communication I've received about the entire matter.'

Murat: Holy shit. Savage.

Arthur, 'Napoleon, meanwhile, had fifteen family conference calls about it. There was some yelling. My Italian isn't very good, but I think he was called a Little Slut by Jerome then your wife said "at least he's not Austrian like that one mistake you dated".'

Murat, 'I know, I was on them.'

Arthur, 'You should do family zoom calls. Then you can see the facial expressions he's making through it all.'

Pauline and Elise are the only nice, normal ones (aside from Hortense and Eugene and the younger generation more broadly). Caroline just thinks it's hilarious. Joseph is nice by dint of not really caring. He's just like, 'mama, we all saw what he was like in university.' and Letizia is like, 'at least he married and had children before going all peculiar. At least I have grandchildren. Even if he was married to a woman I didn't approve of.'

Joseph:

Joseph: you have so many grandchildren.

Joseph: also you approve of almost no one's spouse.

Lucien, like Murat, is appalled that it's an Englishman. He's like, 'brother, brother, I know some very nice French artists and writers. Let me introduce you to them.' and Napoleon is like, 'your friends are all pretentious freaks, Lucien, you know that right?'

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sorry the entire thing becomes a comedy of errors almost immediately

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anyway! Murder fairies! I love the idea of a modern AU with murder fairies. OOooooooh, they're visiting England because Napoleon wants to go on a walking tour because he's outdoorsy like that and enjoys walks and nature.

Queue some fucked up murders.

Also Arthur's family being Posh(tm) and English(tm). (Anne is like: I'm trying to accept this. I'm trying to be good about this. Arthur is all: can you try harder? Granted, you're doing better than literally everyone else. Gerald just lectured me about God.)

Napoleon: not sure what i'm scared more of: the murder fairies or your mother.

Richard: at least I'm not the one with the fucked up love life for ten minutes!

Arthur: Richard, you are not helping.

OR

it's in Paris, there's political stuff happening in the background and then people start experiencing some weird things. Reflections in the mirrors are blurry about the edges. People think they see things then turn around and there's nothing behind them. Bumps in the night.

There's something about making big cities super claustrophobic that I like. Atmospheric countryside is really fun, and I love the ease in which it allows you to drop into the gothic, but there's something especially horrifying in being in a busy place full of people and still the creatures can get you.

Also, the fact that the murder fairies access our realm via mirrors and dreams means there's no real escape.

With modernity, well, we're all carrying mirrors at any given moment since cellphones are reflective surfaces. Also something with the selfie camera would be hell of a lot of fun.

Also the murder fairies wear people's skin as their glamour so you never actually know if who you're talking to is the person or the fairy.

But there's so much potential with modern technology.

Murder fairies infest the metro. You descend down to get on the metro at Rennes or whatever and when the train pulls up the reflection in the windows as they pass by shows a murder fairy behind you and when you turn around it's just the crowd.

Fun fun fun!! Fun for the whole family!

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excerpt from my own murder fairy story that has yet to see the light of day:

The other fairies move forward, two already have swords drawn. The king holds up a hand and they stop their advance. A smile full of teeth. I see what your plan is. The king steps forward. Napoleon does his best to look down at the king whilst looking up. I had hoped you would be willing as Peredur was willing. Magic is stronger when the healing gift is freely given, but I will take what I need. 'How will this work?' Napoleon asks, sweating. The heat overwhelms. Sharp cracks of rock splitting slice air. 'If it is me you need, my own leg never fully healed, just as yours doesn't seem to want to heal. Mapping mine over yours won’t make it better. And your wound doesn’t mean your kingdom is wounded or must suffer. I believe that some power of kingship comes embodied in the person himself, but much of it extends beyond the mere physical form. Yes, the monarch represents the land and the people, but if you are wounded, and you allow that to determine the quality of your kingship, to control your actions, dictate and consume your leadership, you were never fit to rule in the first place. That right belongs to someone else.' This is not your world and it does not operate by your rules. My land is bound to my body. If I am wasted away, so is my land. You have seen where it is barren. 'Even if that is so, I can't heal you. My body, my skin, will not heal you. No one's body can heal you. Didn't you remain wounded when you took Arthur's appearance? Percival’s? If so, that was no healing. It was applying a bandage to something requiring stiches.' You cannot know that. ‘I am not your Percival. You are not my fisher king.' The king shakes his head in a pitying manner. Reaching forward, he wraps a clawed hand around Napoleon's neck and lifts him up as if he were nothing but a rag doll. [...] The fisher king was healed by the Grail question. But that is legend, and this is real life. Real life where a woman is on fire, ripping apart a bridge. Real life where a fairy is strangling him. Real life where he dangles two feet off the ground fast heading towards unconsciousness. Napoleon tries for air, tries for the question, 'what is it that troubles—' Searing pain across stomach. Everything is stars, blurred shapes, sharp colours. He thinks he might be screaming. Movement. He is aware of being thrown. Hard rock. Searing hot rock. He feels it through clothes. His hands hold coiled intestines. He thinks he should ask for opium. He thinks it fitting he'd die on a bridge with stomach cut open. It’s poetic and his life has always been something of a romance.

Napoleon is having a great time, everyone!

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What’s the best and worst thing about your favorite Carmen Sandiego character?

Oops- this one is a long time coming. Sorry for the lateness!! Let's go with Julia for this one- the best and worst thing is that she does little to nothing. For canon, this kind of sucks. Really bad. She gets shunted to the side a lot of the time, and her personality traits are like a ten year old's roleplay bio on Roblox (sweet, nice, smart, likes school, secretly a secret agent!11!)

on the other hand, this provides some fantastic opportunity to develop her as your OWN character in fanon. She can do almost anything you want her to!!! Put her anywhere!! Give her as much gay trauma as possible!!! She's so gay all the time and canon can't tell me no (worst she would do is elbow me and then die. sad)