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[gravedigginbbydoll]

pencil shavings and shared smiles {pt.2}

Fem! Teacher Reader x Teacher! Eddie

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AN: I’m honestly so grateful to find people who enjoy my writing :) This started as a bit of fun aside from my current WIP that I’m DETERMINED to not immediately trash, so I wanted to practice some writing on the side, and hey, it’s been a while since I’ve done fanfiction (like, over 6 years…. I think my last fanfic was at age 16! I'm now 23.) so I figured why not? Anyways, I hope you enjoy this next bit (I’ll be honest, I was struggling with it, but the next chapters will be better, I swear!) I don’t have an exact plan for how many parts this will be, but I’m excited to see where it’s headed! 

WARNINGS AND CONTENT:  Minors DNI!!!, Noncanon, Hawkins AU, Normal Hawkins, Rumors about Eddie, Eventual Smut, Very fluffy, Outcasts and Bullying, Mentions of Loneliness, Flirting, Fem!Reader, use of Y/N, older! Eddie, short-haired Eddie, 1995/1996 Hawkins, F! Reader has a dark past, angst.

Summary: You settle into Hawkins, looking for a way to spruce up your place, and bump into a familiar face. You maybe even meet some new friends. Things are looking up. 

The next few days following your encounter with Eddie, you throw yourself into trying to get settled in and getting to know the town. You had been there for a few days before coming to the school but still had boxes piled high and needed some items. 

You focused on moving all the boxes into their designated spaces. But then, you realized you didn’t have much when it came down to it. You had work clothes, plates and bowls, cutlery, basic toiletries, cleaning supplies, and three makeup items. 

In your rush to leave the city, you left so much behind you hadn’t realized. As a result, your apartment looks abandoned in its barren state, and the hideous peeling pink floral wallpaper from the 70s makes your skin crawl. 

That’s what led you to this moment. A shopping spree throughout Hawkins. You’re determined to make the “blink, and you miss it” town feel cozy and like home. It is home now, after all. Though you may need a blanket to cover the ugly cracked green leather couch that came with the place. 

You’re piling up blankets, knick-knacks, and even plants to busy the place. By the time you get to the antique store, you’re sure you’ve burned a hole in your savings. You look around, admiring old furniture with history you wish you knew. You see a large wooden bookshelf, probably older than you, and bite your lip, picturing the perfect reading nook in your large window, a chair with too many pillows, and a table to set your favorite cup of coffee on. You did just buy some new mugs, after all. 

In your daydreaming, you barely notice the presence creeping toward you. 

“As lovely as that little vintage piece is, I heard it’s haunted.” 

You jump a bit, startled by the sudden speaking. When you turn, you feel that familiar creeping of heat across your skin, your stomach twists with nerves while your heart thumps a loud, steady beat. Eddie. He’s wearing a super distressed band shirt with the sleeves cut off, his slightly muscular inked biceps on display. Your thighs tighten at the display, and you mentally scold yourself. 

Now is not the time! Get a hold of yourself.

His brown eyes twinkle with mischief as he tilts his head at you, sticking his thumbs in his jeans pockets. You are instantly reminded of a puppy and feel your insides practically melt. Your heart is thumping embarrassingly loud. You hope to god the cute metalhead in front of you doesn’t somehow have super senses. 

“You redecorating?” 

You shrug, a shy smile gracing your lips. “You could say that, I guess.”

He nods and looks back at the bookcase with intrigue. His expression is thoughtful yet almost solemn as he speaks softly, his words barely reaching you. “Seriously though, that bookcase is bad luck. Belonged to a notorious killer. Henry Creel. Killed his whole family when he was like 9.” 

You feel a chill go up your spine, the sense of fear deep in your belly. But, of course, you knew the old trope of sleepy towns never really being sleepy. Still, the last thing you would’ve guessed to happen in Hawkins was premeditated murder. You peek over at Eddie, who looks at you; his eyes are almost sorrowful as he rubs your shoulder comfortingly. You feel an electric current shoot through you at his touch, and goosebumps shoot up your neck. A flutter in your stomach reminds you that you are far too emotional about this man, despite barely knowing him. 

“Sorry,” He rasps. “I sometimes ramble and forget what I’m saying. I didn’t mean to spook you. It was ages ago. He’s in jail now.” He pulls away his warm touch, and you almost find yourself leaning back for more. 

You shake your head. “It’s fine. Everyone has skeletons in the closet, don’t they?” You remark jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. 

Eddie’s eyes don’t sparkle as they usually do, and he looks a bit more guarded as he smiles softly. “Yeah.” 

You feel a tug at your heart and remember the encounter between the grouchy bookstore owner and Eddie. It’s clear he has a past, but you won’t bring it up. After all, you’re the last person who should be digging through someone’s history. 

“Hey, so a few friends and I are headed to a bar called The Hideout; tonight to bid adieu to summer. I was just wondering…if you’d like to join?” Eddie says shyly, scratching the back of his neck as his cheeks flush. “Of course, I understand if not; I just figured since you’re new here, it may help you get more acclimated and maybe even meet some people-” 

You cut off his rambling with a hand, your lips fighting the urge to smile so vast your jaw may break. “Eddie, I’d love to. What time?” 

He grins, his signature dimples appearing and making your stomach flutter. “Great. Around 7 pm tonight. First drink on me.” 

You feel your cheeks heat once again as you nod, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Can’t wait.” 

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Later on in the evening, you are stressed and pacing. You remember dancing and singing to calm anxiety as a young teen and get the bright idea to turn on the radio to your favorite rock station. 

Now, you're dancing around your living room as You Oughta Know by Alanis Morrisette plays on your radio. You’re dressed in a black slip dress, the satin fabric accentuating your figure. Maybe you’re dressed a little too nice for a bar. Who cares? Dr. Martens on your feet create a more casual look but also possibly causes a noise complaint from your neighbors as you stomp and sing, applying makeup. 

“AND I’M HERE! TO REMIND YOU! OF THE MESS YOU LEFT WHEN YOU WENT AWAY!” 

You scream into your hairbrush, jumping around. 

The singing calms your nerves a bit, and by the end of the song, you’re panting and thinking maybe you should try to hit the gym more. 

You glance at the clock and realize the time is flashing a red and angry 7:30 pm. 

“Shit shit shit shit shit!” You scramble, tripping over your feet, quickly putting on earrings and a choker, trying to rush out the door. 

Fucking Alanis Morissette. 

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You arrive at the bar, hoping to pass off as fashionably late. You look around before spotting Eddie, his back to you in a well-loved leather jacket. He’s at a booth with some friends, a dark stout in his hand. 

You tremble slightly as you walk over, your body thrumming with nervousness, and tap him on the shoulder. He turns, lighting up the minute he sees you. “Hey! You made it! Come on and sit down.” 

You feel embarrassment sink into your skin, hands nervously fiddling as you sit beside him. He introduces the rest of the table, practically making your head spin. There’s Nancy, a petite and beautiful brunette who works as a Chief Editor for the local paper. Steve, a handsome man with an impressive head of hair, works as a coach at Hawkins Middle and High Schools. Robin a talkative and nervous blonde who works as a band teacher at Hawkins High. According to Eddie, this wasn’t everyone in their circle, just the ones he could fit in a booth. You laugh, nerves wracking your stomach as you hope to make a good impression. 

A few minutes in, you’re laughing and practically snorting at a story Steve is telling about Eddie accidentally flashing everyone in a Romeo and Juliet drama production, where he insisted to the drama teacher that they swap the actors and actresses. Eddie had been playing a side character, a plain maiden, when he tripped over his dress and - “Absolutely ate shit! He landed with his head between his legs, and everyone could see his Garfield boxers!” 

You can’t stop laughing at the image of a smaller and younger Eddie, his loud personality causing so much chaos on the stage. You were glad he had gone to buy your drink, seeing as you had laughed so hard you were sure tears had fallen from your eyes. You wiped your eyes and sighed, taking a breath in. 

Eddie returned at that exact moment with your drink, settling it down while playfully glaring at Steve. “Harrington, you better not be talking shit.” 

Steve flicks a paper straw wrapper at Eddie and scoffs. “Can it, Munson. I could kick your ass any day.” 

Eddie immediately leaps into action and pulls Steve into a headlock, tousling his hair while laughing. Steve yells, trying to fight off the taller man and protect his hair. Robin laughs and rolls her eyes while Nancy softly smiles, shaking her head. 

“Knock it off, you two. You’re letting on that you’re both children way too early. I need new friends,” Robin whines, covering her face in embarrassment. 

You feel sheepish, smiling. You’re not used to the attention. Not this much, anyway. But you’re having fun. Eddie’s friends are vibrant, loud, and the most genuine people you’ve ever met. 

Eddie lets Steve go, Steve grumbling about his hair and sitting back next to Robin, who smirks at him while she messes his hair up even more. Eddie then takes his spot next to you, sliding in, and due to the small booth, your thighs touch. You can’t help but feel warmth creeping across your insides from the alcohol and Eddie’s clothed leg pressing against yours, which is bare. You ignore the heat pooling between your thighs at the contact and the ever-so-sinful thoughts about his ringed and masculine hands. 

Eddie leans over to you, his blinding grin causing your stomach to join in on the anatomy shuffle currently happening in your body, fluttering to the point that you think you may have swallowed a bird. 

“Sorry if we’re a bit much. But, now you’ll have a few familiar faces, right?” 

You nod, smiling softly. “Yeah. Thanks, Eddie.” 

He nods, and you almost swear you see his eyes dart toward your lips before he turns back towards the group, all arguing about what the next movie night should be. You feel your heart skip a beat. You can’t help but be grateful for this introduction and even the awkwardness it brought. You now felt a little less of a stranger in Hawkins. A sense of relief rushes through you. Maybe, things won’t have to be so lonely. 

Eddie interrupts your thoughts once more when he leans over towards you. You almost feel drunk on the scent of tobacco, vanilla, rum, and something spicy like cloves and cinnamon. Your thighs tighten, and you curse your brain for instantly thinking dirty thoughts. You’re in no state to have a physical or romantic relationship. Your throat tightens as you push down the ideas and look at Eddie. 

“Hey, so we're goin' to hang out at the Palace Arcade. It’s usually super packed, but tonight they’re having a party there, so no one under 21. You wanna join?” His eyes sparkle with mischief and something you may be misreading as hope. 

You bite your lip, thinking that maybe you’re too deep and should head to the comfort and quiet of home. You haven’t been to an arcade in years. Much less a party. Sour memories threaten to come up, but you push them down and set your resolve. You are just a woman in her mid-twenties trying to have fun. You deserve that, at least. Even if it’s really a lie. 

You smile at Eddie, nodding. “Sure, I’ll tag along. I haven’t been to an arcade in years.” 

Eddie grins, his dimples flashing. “Great. You can meet the band.” 

You perk up, looking at Eddie quizzically. “Band?”

He nods but puts his finger to his lips and winks, signifying it’s a secret. You furrow your brows and feel your stomach flutter as the ever prominent question wracks your brain again. 

Who the hell is this man?

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[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Abby and Gregory discover Michael is an artist too

[mrtequilasunset]

I've been thinking about Kim and Harry in their mid twenties again. Sighs

[velvetburnt]

(potential mild spoilers for upcoming science class events + sydney pregnancy content)

went hunting in dolcord again bc apparently that has become my pastime when bored u_u

so its definitely no wonder that syd actually joining your science classes has taken a while to implement when its.. potentially heavily tied to their pregnancy content. :^D

(key word potentially. i am just connecting dots over here but it is not outright confirmed that they will come out in the same update!)

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[petitesmafia]

I think the concept of little skk promising to marry each other on the playground is adorable but I also think it’d be so on brand for little Chuuya to just be like “I don’t want to get married. I wanna be hokage when I grow up”

bonus: art by mothzan !!

[sharpesjoy]

the most important thing in the new abbott elementary episode imo is how important it is to give the same chances to every kid including those who are disabled - but the important point was not only how vital it is but also how hard it is and everything that many teachers have to do to ensure every kid gets the same chance to learn. A sad truth, but important to be talked about.

[inkyquince]

anyway, my type is men who manspread, thanks for the bulge sighting

Edit: because I'm correct.

[piedpiperart]

Part nine of Ghost hero!

Part eight 

Part Ten

[skrs-cats]

ITS MA BDAY!!! u know what that means 😼 🎈🎈🎈 to change it up a bit from last year, what are some of you guys' more niche/lesser comon hcs about lionblaze? Or ideas/aus?

I'll start! been thinking a bit about a 'medcat' lion au where he switches to one after a particularly traumatic battle. But after a few moons he just feels that he's not that good at being one and decides to go back to being a warrior. what does this contribute to anything? Idk but I have a lot of stuff going on around in my brain about it 😭

[gravedigginbbydoll]

pencil shavings and shared smiles {pt.6}

Fem! Teacher Reader x Teacher! Eddie

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AN: Hey y’all! So we get a little taste of the spice to come ;) Angst will also build later lol. Please like and reblog and lemme know what you think! 

WARNINGS AND CONTENT: Minors DNI!!!, Noncanon, Hawkins AU, Normal Hawkins, Rumors about Eddie, Smut, Mentions of Masturbation and Sexual Acts, Trauma, Reader is horny lol, Very fluffy, Outcasts and Bullying, Mentions of Loneliness, Flirting, drinking, violence/fighting, drug usage, mentions of death, Fem!Reader, use of nickname Tish in place of Y/N, older! Eddie, short-haired Eddie, 1995/1996 Hawkins, F! Reader has a dark past, F! Reader is a former goth lol, angsty angst.

Summary: When you and Eddie just begin blooming into something, a ghost from the past begins to haunt you. Your coping mechanism is less than ideal, given it involves a certain tall and dorky metalhead.

Ever since that night out in the field, you find yourself leaning more and more into the idea that this electricity between you and Eddie could lead somewhere. You lean more into his lingering touches and find yourself hanging out more with his friends. Hell, just this past weekend, you had joined Eddie and his friends for a movie night out in Steve’s backyard. You and Eddie cuddled on a blanket, earning some teasing remarks from Steve and Robin, causing you both to throw popcorn at them. 

Things were beginning to look up in Hawkins. You were getting the hang of teaching your classes and were happy to see a few students excited about literature. You had made the most of your apartment, covering the ugly green leather eyesore of a couch in pillows and blankets and ensuring the peeling pink floral wallpaper was hidden by a large bookshelf and some art you found at the thrift store. You even began cooking meals for yourself, finding the routine comforting.

There is that lingering feeling of uncertainty tickling the back of your brain despite all this. You tried to will it away. There was no warning sign yet. You gained friends from Eddie, as well as the kind and dorky metalhead himself. You found yourself like a young and giddy teen again, sneaking handholds at the teachers’ lounge and making Eddie lunches when you discovered he always brought instant ramen for lunch ( Eddie disclosed to you that the best thing he could make was sandwiches and maybe breakfast). You had no reason to be on guard. 

Except…

The dreams. They began a few days ago. You would be back in the city, your apartment, your old grounds. You kept finding yourself in the same place you were about a month or so ago. In the dreams, you were stuffing a suitcase, your chest tight, and your vision blurred and distorted from tears. The dream always ended the same way. You would walk to the door, only to find it locked, and the walls would start closing in. You would panic, tugging at the door, pleading with anyone to set you free. Afterward, the same voice would ring out behind you, sour and condescending despite the words spoken.

 “Don’t leave. I’ll change. Don’t hurt me again…” 

You would wake in a cold shock whenever you felt the same large clammy hand on your shoulder. He wasn’t there, of course. He couldn’t be. You were miles away, no note left and no trace of you. 

You tried to brush off the dreams, but they kept waking you up earlier and earlier. Eddie was first to notice, offering you coffee every morning and taking bus duty for you when he could. You felt a pang of tugging guilt in your gut at his gestures, knowing that maybe if you just spoke about the issue, you would feel some weight off your shoulders. But you couldn’t bring your mouth to ever open or the words to come out. 

You still indulge in Eddie’s touch and affection, lingering hands, and flirtatious winks when no one looks. But today was the fourth day in a row you had the dream. You should call them nightmares, but the word dreams felt less…drastic. You were drained. You found yourself with less patience than usual, being much more stern with the students than expected. You skip your regular lunch with Eddie and Will. By your last period, you feel like a zombie. Going through the motions, trying to stomach the idea of sleeping again tonight.

You’re locking up your classroom and about to head home when you run into a broad chest, Eddie’s warm and spicy scent filling your nostrils. You look up at him, feeling the urge to lean into him, to be embraced. He looks at you, warm brown eyes full of concern and lips tugged down at the corner. 

“Tish, what’s going on? You’ve been on edge this entire week. You’re tired and…” His eyes search your face for answers, hesitating on his last words, his brows furrowed. You want nothing more than to soothe the little wrinkle between his brows. “I feel worried.” 

Your heart tugs at his words, but your brain swirls with sharp thoughts, your lack of sleep making it harder to block out. 

Look at you, making your own stupid shit, everyone else’s problem.

Maybe you should tell him. 

No, because you clearly are making a big deal out of nothing. He’s trying to be nice. He doesn’t wanna hear your ridiculous sob story. He has actual issues. 

Just keep it to yourself. You don’t want another person to know what a whiny crybaby you are, do you?

You fake a smile in his direction, shaking your head. You will keep this to yourself. Eddie is untarnished so far, not murky and grayed by your influence and presence. If you let him in too far, it was only a matter of time before your inky black destruction leaked into him, tarring his insides and making him bitter. 

“I’m okay. Noisy neighbors. You know how it is. I’m just scared to approach them,” You lie easily, feeling a twinge of guilt in your gut. 

Eddie’s eyes are intense, warm brown darkening as he stares at you with some fierce emotion you can’t quite place. His voice is low and stern, making you curse inwardly at how your skin tingles and your face warms. 

“Tish, I know for a fact that’s a damn lie.” 

Your mouth feels dry as you struggle for words, awkwardly laughing and looking away. 

“I-”

He grabs your chin, moving it so you have to look into his eyes. The stern and authoritative action causes your stomach to flutter. You steel your resolve to not break until his mouth opens again, his voice practically a whisper, but his stern and no-bullshit tone causes your breath to catch in your throat. 

“You don’t have to tell me, but I’m here for you. Don’t try to handle everything alone.” 

Your skin is aflame from his touch, and when he takes his hand away, you feel a longing for the touch back. He turns around, walking away, leaving you to stare at his broad back and long legs, his hands in his leather jacket pockets. 

Your chest tightens, and you sigh out a bit of relief. You may not take his offer now, but it was nice to know it was there.

The following week, you’ve gotten a handle on blocking out the nightmares. The method, however, leads to you dodging Eddie a bit more than usual. It’s embarrassing to try to face those warm and caring eyes when the thing chasing away the nightmares is the thought of him looming over you. 

You first learned the cure that weekend after his stern tone caressed your ears. His voice’s low timbre and authority still sent shivers down your spine that day. You had been laying in bed the weekend after, dreading the thought of sleeping, trying to calm your nerves. You then remembered Eddie’s words, the intensity of his gaze, and his grip on your chin. You felt laid bare before him despite being clothed. Your brain began to swirl with ideas about how the look would feel if you wore less. 

You knew you had been attracted to Eddie before these thoughts but had tried to push the ideas down. But that night, your brain swirled with the image of Eddie looming over you, those dark eyes laying you bare as his calloused hands explored you. You imagined his stern voice telling you to be good for him and his lips nipping at your neck. These thoughts led to a hand traveling down your sleep shorts, your chest heaving, and the desire pooling between your thighs. 

That night you were left panting and spent, shocked by the lust that overtook you. You hadn’t felt this way in months, maybe even years. Sure, you had masturbated, but it wasn’t often. Plus, it felt more like a chore to complete when you came around to it, hating how your hands cramped or how you felt guilty after. This time, all that was left was a worn-out body and a calm sleep. 

However, now you couldn’t seem to face Eddie without immediately feeling heat creep up your neck to the tips of your ears, your stomach twisting with nerves and embarrassment. You had spent the week dodging him, making excuses when you could. When you did speak to him, you were shy and far quieter than usual. You felt a sting at his puppy dog eyes and confusion flashing across his face every time you dashed away. Every time he gave you those looks, you swore to yourself you wouldn’t touch yourself to him that night, only to have the wild fantasies enter your mind in bed and your ever-traitorous hands explore yourself. 

Today, you find him blocking your exit while getting ready to lock up, his immense stature in your doorway. You blink at him in shock, trying to stomp down the swirling feeling of desire at his intense gaze towards you, feeling your thighs squeeze as if it’s instinct. 

“Tish, did you forget it’s Friday?” He sternly questioned you, a brow raised. 

You furrowed your brows, searching your mind for the significance of the weekday, only to feel your stomach sink and guilt wash over you. You had planned to hang with Eddie and his former bandmates weeks in advance, who had scheduled to get together and play at his house for old time’s sake. They planned it so far ahead because Gareth was always busy with his baby daughter (who he thought hung the moon). Jeff was engaged and planning a wedding with his fiance for the next couple of months. You felt embarrassment intertwine in your belly as you thought about how you let your dirty thoughts distance you from Eddie, your closest friend. You could never explain to him why. 

“I’m so sorry, Eds, I can still-” 

He walks forward, shaking his head. “Tish, I really hope I didn’t do something wrong. I’m sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable or pushed you-” 

You laugh, shaking your head as you feel the tips of your ears warm. “No, no! I just… There’s been a lot on my mind lately,” You offer weakly, knowing by Eddie’s dark gaze that he doesn’t fully believe you, but he doesn’t push it. 

“Well, if you’re still coming to hear us shitheads play…Want a ride?” He grins devilishly, twirling his keys. 

You nod and walk alongside him in the hallway to the parking lot, gently holding his hand for the first time in almost over a week. When you reach his truck and climb in, your nerves go haywire. Your gut twists, anxious as you realize the get-together is at Eddie’s. In his home. Where he lives. Where he sleeps, eats, and showers. Your brain flashes ideas of Eddie in his house. 

Eddie lounging on a couch reading. 

Eddie throwing his formal work shirts haphazardly onto a chair to replace them with his comfortable band shirts, tattoos all on display. 

Eddie playing guitar while sitting on his bed, biting his pretty lips in concentration. 

Eddie hunched over in his bathroom, his muscles under his expansive back and biceps flexing and rippling as he hurriedly strokes his length, his brows creased and his other arm bracing the counter as he-

You stop yourself, realizing that you are practically panting and your entire chest and face is warm. Luckily Eddie can’t hear you over the thrash metal playing through his speakers. However, he does give you an odd and questioning glance occasionally. 

You finally pull into his driveway. His house is a simple and small one story in the suburbs, the outside an unassuming shabby white wood with a gray roof. There are two small windows in the front and a little shed in the back. 

You steel your nerves, clenching your fists so your nails dig into your palms. 

Act normal. 

Eddie parks the car, taking his key out of the ignition as he speaks to you. “The guys are getting here a little later, so I can give you a tour of the place, and we can chill out for a bit. That okay?” He questions cautiously, his big brown eyes full of hope. 

You swallow, your heart in your throat. 

Alone. With Eddie. In his house. 

The man you’ve been having wet daydreams about. 

But you can’t bear to cause sorrow behind those big brown eyes or be torn from his magnetic pull, so you smile instead. Your stomach twists as your palms get clammy. 

“Of course, Eds! Let’s head in.” 

You were so fucked. 

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[romainlettusdinnerparty]

byler quarantine au where theyre on zoom for school and the one class mike and will have with each other they pin the other to stare at them while they do the lesson but they both start realizing that they look very smitten while theyre supposed to be learning until theyre both convinced the other is in love with their teacher,, thus ensues chaos, jealousy, and the moral quandary of your best friend being in love with a teacher

[ughgoaway]

I rlly like the idea of it being blurted out during a fight, or one of the boys accidentally telling her/her hearing it from them!!

idk which of these scenarios I'm writing actually happened, but it's so fun to think of different options that I'm just gonna keep doing different ones lol

im already working on an ask about the fighting one so, I'm gonna talk ab one of the boys accidentally telling you bc I think that's so funny (and on brand)

so I think you're coming to the studio with cookies that you baked the boys, you know they've been working so hard on the album and you wanted to get them a little pick me up.

security at dirty hit know you now, you've been there loads visiting matty and picking him up so they all just say, "hi miss y/n, visiting our boys?" And you're like "ah you all know me too well, but don't worry, I brought something for you too!" and I think you whip out some banana bread, and they are all over the moon. one of them let's you up, and then runs off to make a cup of tea to enjoy with his banana bread lol

you knock tentatively on the door and hear a booming voice say, "Come in," so you stroll in to see George and Adam sitting on the sofa on their phones.

"Hi sweetheart!" comes from George, and soon enough, both of them are up giving you a hug, "what are you doing here? matty didn't mention you were coming today?"

"Oh, I didn't tell him, I baked you all some cookies and decided to surprise him!" You smile and pull the cookies out of your bag and are immediately tackled into another hug by George.

"mattys out getting lunch right now, but you are more than welcome to stay and have a cup of tea," Adam says, smiling gratefully at you before tucking into a cookie.

it's at this point when Ross walks I'm, "y/n! Nice to see you, love!" he walks around to you and pulls you in for a hug, and you smile at all of their kindness. Being accepted so quickly by all of them was amazing.

"Hi!! just here to bring cookies and see matty whenever he gets back. " Before you can finish, Ross has pulled away with an excited gasp and is looking around for the cookies.

adam laughs and passes him the box. He immediately grabs one and bites in, moaning dramatically at how good the cookie is and passing the box back to you.

"Oh no wonder, matty is in love with you. with these cookies, how could he not be?" he says with his mouth full, blissfully unaware of the bomb he dropped.

the room is silent aside from Ross' happy crunching and before long that stops too, after George thumps him on the arm.

"Dude! ow! why would you do that? " Ross whines, and both Adam and George stare at him like he's grown 3 heads. meanwhile, you're standing there holding the box of cookies like 👁👄👁

ross, George and Adam share looks for a good 10 seconds before Ross drops the remainder of his cookie dramatically and simply says, "Oh shit."

another few seconds of silence come before a jumbled mess of apologies from all 3 men, "y/n just ignore him. you know how much he loves baked things and -" "Yeah, just don't tell matty -" "IM SO SORRY. SO SO SORRY. OHMYGOD DONT TELL MATTY"

and of course, what better time for matty to walk in with 3 bags of Chinese food like, "Don't tell matty what?"

you all spin around like you've been caught in a crime, Ross even shoots his hands up instinctively. and matty shifts his eyes between the 4 of you before snapping back to you, seemingly only just realising who the 4th body in the room is.

"darling! what are you doing here, hi!" matty says, placing down the food and wrapping you up in a hug. you say frozen with the box of cookies in your hands, and matty awkwardly hugs you around it and pulls back questioningly.

"Baby, are you okay?" But before he really checks in, his eyes shift down, and he says,"Oh cookies! thank you!!"

Whilst he was quickly distracted by the cookies, he was also quickly brought back at your wide-eyed expression.

"y/n..." he says before turning around to see all 3 of his friends avoiding eye contact and "acting casual" (acting extremely suspicious)

"Why are you all acting like you've killed someone? what happened?" he asks, and before Ross can stutter out an explanation, George and Adam so helpfully butt their way in.

"ROSS TOLD Y/N YOU LOVE HER," the pair says in unison, matty makes an audible choking noise before very slowly turning to meet Ross' eyes. which were currently scanning the room for an escape route.

you place your hand on mattys shoulder, pulling him out of his shock and bringing him back to whatever the fuck was happening.

you don't say a word. Simply grab his hand and drag him to the kitchen. as he leaves, he sends the boys a scathing look, and they all have the good grace to look sheepish, especially Ross.

you lean on the counter, and matty takes a seat at the small chair in the kitchen. Silence resumes until matty tentatively says "soooo, how's work?"

you give him an incredulous look and he promptly shuts the fuck up. you move slowly and sit in the chair across from matty, he reaches over the table and grabs your hands. rubbing his thumb along the back of them soothingly.

you finally muster up the strength to talk-

"you love me"

"yes"

"...are you sure??"

matty has to stifle a small laugh before responding, "I am 100% sure my love"

"...oh" you knew, because of course you knew. but knowing it and hearing it? 2 very different things.

matty is so fucking nervous at your response and just asks, "and how do you feel about that?" because he wants to be patient and kind but he can also feel his heart in his throat right now.

"obviously I love you too, but I just wasn't expecting to hear it from Ross. and I had like a plan of when I was gonna tell you because I didn't wanna scare you off. and I know you have to think about Annie, and it's so complicated being her teacher and-"

matty stands up, pulls you up too, and calms you as he pulls you into a hug, "shh sweetheart, it's okay. You don't need to freak out." he says as his hand rubs up and down you back, trying to regulate your breathing.

"But you love me?????" You pull back and look at him like he's just said the stupidest thing ever.

"yes I love you, but you've just said you love me too so I'm really not too worried" he laughs lightly at your reaction, you had clearly not realised what you had said in your anxious ramble.

"Oh... well, of course I love you... how could I not? you're the love of my life, " you say softly, and matty feels his heart move from his throat back into his chest, and soon it starts to beat again .

"So it's easy then, right? nothing is complicated. You are the love of my life, and I'm the love of yours. See? simple."

you smile still wrapped up in his arms and respond by saying, "simple"

more blurbs for this au here!!

[moonymauk]

packaging designs for dnd themed teas

[eclown4hire]

any jin likers in the chat today

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.