#with two smart sarcastic boys who fall in love

[reggieblaack]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Mary Macdonald/Lily Evans Potter Characters: Regulus Black, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans Potter, Mary Macdonald (Harry Potter), Marlene McKinnon, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr., Walburga Black, Orion Black, Horace Slughorn, Minerva McGonagall Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, happy for now, Canon Compliant, POV Regulus Black, POV James Potter, Mutual Pining, Angsty James, everyone is in denial basically, you're gonna suffer but you're gonna be happy about it, tutor james potter, wolfstar in the background but it still shines, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Romance, Eventual Romance, Bad Parent Walburga Black Summary:

“I’m poison, James. I’m poisonous. I’ll work my way into your life and poison it from the inside, just like I do everyone else.”

“That’s okay love,” James strokes his hand down the column of Regulus spine. Warm hands against cold, porcelain skin. “Poisons have antidotes.”

Regulus nods, face still buried in the warmth of James’s body, face wedged in the space between his collar and jaw.

But he still remembers.

Belladonna has no antidote.

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In which James Potter has made it his one goal to create happy memories for Regulus Black. It's all for a school project, of course. Until it's not.

[itscherrylipsforme]

Paper cuts and cheek kisses: Minho tmr x Med jack!fem!reader

Summary: Minho was never one to go the med jacks' cabin often. On the contrary actually, you had to drag him into it whenever he got hurt in order to patch him up. Oh girl, but things changed when you two started dating, and now he comes up with the silliest excuses just to see your face. At least being his fave med jack means some special treatment

Warnings: None, except that Minho is madly in love and reader is slightly sarcastic (got it from her mother, aka me)

Requested: yes

Words: Around 1300

Author's rambles: As someone who had the biggest crush on Minho growing up (Who I want to fool with this? I still do) and who imagined her role in the Maze would be med jack this request was so cute to write. Hope you like it!

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Everyone needed to prove their worth in the maze, from the youngest and oldest boys to you, the only girl. And being honest, your passed that test with excellent marks. Living in a place full of the most stubborn and reckless shanks you have ever known (not that you remembered meeting anyone before them, but that was not the point) proving that you were strong enough wasn’t a choice, but a need. However, most of them shown them a new kind of strength they hadn’t seem until then. The strength you used to calm Chuck down when he was crying during his first night in the glazeThe strength which was necessary to always be the one who introduced first to new greenies, to do it with a sincere smile as saying “Yeah, this place is a clunk, but it’s our clunk. Our place”. The same one that helped you become a med-jack.

You loved your role, somehow you were really good at it as the girl you were before being trapped there had some knowledge about it. But you would be lying if you said it didn’t have its downsides, one of them being… Well, him.

“Minho, slinthead, go to the med-jack's cabin right now. That cut doesn’t look good” you demanded as soon as you saw him on the gardens talking with Newt after he came back from the maze.

“Nice to see you too, princess” That condescending pet names he used on you, you swear one day your eyes would fall from your face just because of the times you had rolled them. Since your first day you had to deal with his teasing (not flirting, as you had corrected Newt when he asked about it once) “And don’t worry, Clint and Jeff already saw it and told me it was fine as long as I cleaned today in the shower”

“Clint and Jeff only let you get away with no treating any of your wound properly because they are scared you will fight them if they said otherwise” You crossed your arms “Unfortunately for you, you don’t have the same effect on me. To the cabin, now. I will be the one who binds it”

“You are lucky I can’t say no to you, darling” He started following you towards the med-jack’s, not without smiling sheepishly first.

Sitting in the hammock, Minho looked at your face as you gently rubbed a cotton soaked in iodine. So focused on your work and yet so beautiful, he thought to himself. He was enjoying the view, but your words snapped him from his thoughts.

“Can I ask why the hell you never want us to see your injuries?”

“Pretty girl, you are smart, way more than me, but you don’t get me. It’s not that I don’t want you to do your job, I have my reasons for it” He smirked, if he wasn’t so stupid sometimes you would admit he looked handsome right now.

“Please, enlighten me” You turned around to look for the necessary equipment to patch him up.

“Do you know that before you arrived, I never protested when it came to the med-jacks? That Clint or Jeff would treat me, and I wouldn’t utter a word?”

“If that is your way of saying that I am bad at my job, you should be more careful. Do I have to remind you that I am the one here who has a scalpel nearby?”

You were so done with his shit, if you remembered right there was a phrase that said something like “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you” and same way he shouldn’t annoy the person who was responsible for his health. The scalpel thing was a joke, more or less, but you were starting to rethink it.

“Not really darling” He chuckled, and you found yourself liking the sound of it “Maybe I just convinced Clint and Jeff to wait to heal this because I knew you wouldn’t want me to be injured. So, you would take me then and I would get to spend some time with my favourite med-jack”

“You are unbearable” And you were completely sure you mean what you said, but you couldn’t bring yourself not to smile at his silly plan “Please, tell me you didn’t get the cut just to see me” You asked while wrapping his strong (Were you thinking about that right now? Really?) arm with the bandage.

“You shouldn’t think too low of me, y/n” He shook his head “The injury was an accident, Newt came up with the plan when he saw it on the Garden”

“I knew that you couldn’t come up with all of that on your own” You smirked and stared at him. Had his eyes always been that deep or was the light that passed through the windows what made them look like that? “By the way, the patch up is done, just be sure you don’t drench it and come her to change it every two days until it scars. I would also recommend that you take a day off running, but you would ignore me anyway, and I won’t waste my saliva”

“You look really good when you are mad at someone, has anyone ever told you that?” He blurted out, not even thinking it twice, and he was surprised when instead of telling him to fuck off you blushed. Neither of you had expected it. You needed a few seconds to recover your mind and your ability to speak.

“Whatever, you can go now” You hadn’t realized how close you had been to him until then “Come on, what are you expecting? A good job sticker or something?”

“I have a better plan in mind” Another smirk, his hands guiding yours to rest on his shoulders, his comfortably around your waist. His face coming closer to yours, threatening to close the gasp… Woah, you had to admit that this bastard was handsome. And finally, his lips on yours. Slightly nervous at first, as he was afraid you would pull away at any given moment. Then sweet turning more and more passionate by seconds.

News always flied in the glaze, you two being “a thing” now was not. an exception. By the time the next bonfire arrived, no one, not even the greenie, wasn’t aware of it. Newt was glad, Minho had been rambling about you way too long and he couldn’t stand it anymore. Alby was a little bit angry, his rules had been broken again after all, but that was something you could deal with later. Minho was over the moon. You finally assumed that the line between annoyance and love is really thin. But there were two people who weren’t so happy about it…

“Here he comes again” Clint claimed as he saw a familiar tall and dark-haired boy entering the cabin.

“What happened this time?” Jeff asked as he placed some liquids on the shelves “Did he touch some poison ivy? Or did he catch a cold?” Being honest, they were growing tired of your Minho coming over with some stupid excuse to see you.

“A paper cut thanks to the map’s room, actually” He answered as he came closer to the desk where you were writing down the inventory before the next box arrived. “Afternoon, princess”

“Afternoon you too, my lovely clumsy bastard” You joked, placing a soft kiss on his lips

“Y/n, we will be running off band-aids if you keep putting one on your boyfriend every time he wants to see you” Clint protested as Jeff faked to be throwing up because of your small gestures of affection.

“Fine, a get-well kiss will be enough I guess” Minho accepted, and you wasted no time and kissed his cheek.

The rest of the med-jacks were more than annoyed with him, but he didn’t seem to care. After all, you were his favorite med-jack, the only one whose opinion mattered to him.

[myfeetrcolddd]

A date?

Y/N was what most would consider the Ditsy friend. Not to say she was dumb or anything, because she was smart she was just a little... slow?

Slow in the way that she couldn't quite tell when someone was being sarcastic or serious. Someone would tell her such an obvious lie as a joke and she would go along with it because she simply just couldn't tell they were joking. Even more so she couldn't tell when someone was flirting with her, the amount of dates she'd went on simply because she thought the person was being nice and just wanted to hang out, until they tried to kiss her and she realized what it was they were actually doing.

So she was slow, slow to social ques. She knew it wasn't bad to be like this, because she'd taught herself the different social ques. So she wasn't completely lost.

Though sometimes it happened. Not very often anymore but it still happened.

Recently Theodore Nott, a good friend of hers, had been acting different around her.

She often found him just staring at her, he seemed to be more touchy than usual-though she didn't mind, and he seemed to always show up when ever she was talking to a guy.

She found it odd and considered it being him catching feelings for her but then she brushed the thought away and laughed, because why on earth would he have a crush on her? They'd been friends forever and he'd seen her without makeup and just woken up, how she looked after playing in the black lake for hours.

It was the weekend, which meant sleeping in. Hogsmeade could wait, sleep came first. Everyone knew this was Y/Ns mindset on weekends, even Hogsmeade weekends. Though this didn't stop Theo from breaking into the dorm and waking her up.

"C'mon, wake up!" He said, nudging her sleeping figure.

She grunted in response and turn her back towards him. She was having a lovely dream, and if she was lucky she could fall back asleep and continue it.

"C'mon Y/N I've got the whole day planned." He said, "And I'll pay for anything and everything." He bribed, though it wasn't much of a bribe to him since he was planning to do that in the first place.

At his words Y/N peeled her eyes open and stared sleepily at the boy, the handsome boy who she may have the smallest of crushes on after trying to demolish the giant crush she had on him in first year. It seemed her feelings refused to disapear.

"Fine." She huffed, then threw her blankets off of her and stood, paying no mind to how short her silk pajama set was, or how revealing the shorts and tank top were.

Theo paid mind though, and he cursed himself for staring at her long tan legs and the way her ass moved as she walked. He swallowed the dried saliva in his mouth and averted his eyes before his reasons for this one on one outing became too obvious.

"So what are we doing today?" The clueless girl asked as she looked for an outfit in her trunk, knelt down before it and looked up at Theo "Nothing physical are we?"

Theo nearly choked at the question and flushed a little, "Uh-" He cleared his throat, "N-nothing physical planned." He shook his, "Nope."

"Okay!" She chirped and smiled at the poor boy before taking her bundle of clothes into the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed behind her Theo let out a pained groan and ran a hand through his hair. If the day was to go anything like this morning has then lord save him.

In the bathroom Y/N wasn't as clueless as Theo thought she'd be. She was almost sure this was a date but didn't want to read too much into it because one, she didn't want to get her hopes up, two, Theo was one for spontaneous acts, and three, Theo normally pays whenever they went out.

Checking herself out in the mirror she smiled to herself, because sure she's a little ditsy but damn is she hot. It was a shame no guy caught her attention quite like Theo did and a shame that Theo would never see her that way.

The outfit was simple, a pair of translucent black stockings charmed to always keep her legs warm, and a short black skirt and a large white knit sweater also charmed to keep her warm.

She walked out of the washroom to see her tall friend lightly hitting his head on the wall while mumbling to himself. She giggled at the sight and went to put on her doc martins, "What are you doing?" She asked amused and he immediately stopped and turned around his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Nothing." He shrugged, playing it off coolly, "What're you doing?"

She laughed again and shook her head before standing up straight, "Nothing. Ready to go?" She asked and he frowned.

"You're not bringing a jacket?" Theos eyes flicked out the window where it was snowing, then back to the girl.

"I've charmed the sweater to keep me warm." She shrugged and his eyes moved down to her barley covered legs, "Charmed the stockings too." She added then went over to her trunk and pulled out a pair of white fuzzy ear muffs.

"Alright." He said, hen went to the door and held it open for her.

Walking through the corridors Theo had worked up the nerve to take hold of the girls hand, which earned him a look from said girl, "Don't want to loose you in the crowd." He had reasoned with confidence, though there was only about five other people in the large corridor.

Y/N held his hand anyway, because she wanted to and she could pretend this was actually a date and not just the two of them hanging out.

They talked about random things and by they it was mainly Y/N rambling on and on about countless different things as Theo gave her his full attention.

She was thankful for the cold weather, because otherwise her red face would be too noticeable and she wouldn't be able to blame it on the weather. It was odd having Theos undivided attention, she normally found him staring at her but normally he tried to hide it, and though he would always give her his attention when she talked she had never felt it had been this intense. Not to mention the way he had been absentmindedly stroking his thumb across the back of her hand this whole time.

"Oh!" Y/N gasped and grabbed Theos bicep aggressively, "Look! The new cafe we have to go!" The she left no room for argument as she dragged the boy towards the store.

Theo follow obediently, holding the door open for her and letting her walk in first, then standing right behind her in line. So closely behind her that his chest brushed up against her back and he could smell the scent of her shampoo.

"D'you know what you want?" She asked, her eyes still on the menu, reminding Theodore that he actually had to look at something other than the girl in front of him.

"Hmm? Oh yeah. Totally." He replied and she looked at him over her shoulder with a grin and laughed at how obvious he was that he had no clue as to what he'll get.

"So we can order?" He nodded his head and she smirked.

"I think I'll just get whatever you're getting." He says and she raises a brow.

"That's no fun." She then smiled wider and Theo knew that whatever she was about to ask he would say yes to, how could he not when she looked at him like that, "How bout I pick your drink!"

"Alright." He sighed, pretending to be against it.

They walked to the cashier and were met with a boy who seemed a few years older than them, maybe even fresh out of Hogwarts.

The cashier, Don his name tag read, smiled at Y/N. A smile Theodore was all too familiar with. He frowned slightly, "And what can I get you?" Don asked, his eyes not so subtly trailing up and down Y/Ns figure.

Theo clenched his jaw and stepped closer to the girl, Don's eyes flicked up to Theo and the cashier smirked, irritating Theo even more.

"That will be 14.50, and your number." Don says, smirking down at Y/N and Theo finds himself wrapping his arms around the pretty girl before tapping his card on the machine and sending the cashier a cold look.

"Sorry, I don't swing that way." Theo says and Don grits his teeth before handing them their receipt and the two go and wait for their drinks.

"That was weird." Y/N says and Theo grunts in response, pulling her closer to him by her waist, holding her against him and resting his chin on her head. She smiled at the contact, flustered but not against it. "You've been very touchy today." She comments and he hums in response.

"Really?" He asks, "Is it bothering you?"

She paused at the question, then answered truthfully, "No. I quite like it actually."

"Good."

"Good?" She laughs at his answer, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Means I'll be very touchy from now on." He said and Y/N found herself grinning so hard her cheeks were starting to hurt. She really was starting to think that this was a date.

She was about to ask him if it was when her name was called and she went up to collect their drinks.

Lost motivation for this...

Let me know if I should make a part two!

[lo-shouldve-been-an-email]

Why Dionysus was actually clever but got botched.

Okay,this is my first big LO essay so please don’t mind a bit of awkwardness.

The thing with Dionysus is that on paper it’s actually really smart.

Let me explain-

To understand why Dionysus in particular was chosen we need to understand the original myth of his birth,or welll,the original myths.there’s technically two of them but I’ll explain it later-

Let’s start off with the simpler one,aka:

Semele is the mother.

The myth goes like this:

Zeus falls in love with a mortal named semele,and tells her he’s Zeus.

Semele gets pregnant and Hera gets jealous.

Hera turns into an old lady and implants the idea that Zeus might be lying to her about being Zeus,so she must ask him to show her his divine form.

Semele does this and is-unsurprisingly- burnt to ashes,but Zeus saves baby dio and puts him in his thigh until he’s born,by then being upgraded from demigod to straight up god.

Who raises him afterwards depends on the story,sometimes it’s Hermes,sometimes it’s nymphs,and sometimes it’s-you guessed it-Persephone.

So you already have some inkling on why Persephone is raising dio,but oh wait there’s more.

So let’s gets into another version:

Persephone is the mother(?)

Okay,so have any of you played hades?go play it.

But,there’s a character that has an story tied to Dionysus,and people who’ve done a certain side quest might already have an inkling:

Zagreus,the prince of the underworld.

Now,you may be wondering wtf zag has to do with this but I can explain.

Basically here’s the ancient Orphic version of the myth:

Persephone and Zeus have a son named Zagreus.(it’s important to note that hades didn’t really exist at this point or at least he was merged with Zeus,hence why it’s Zeus and Persephone and not hades and Persephone,since yes Persephone actually predates hades)

Zagreus is the golden boy of Olympus and Hera gets jealous.

Hera RELEASES TITANS FROM TARTARUS and they tear Zagreus apart,the part remaining being his heart.

And dio is made with that.

There’s more to the general ancient Orphic origins of Dionysus but that’s just the basics.

I highly recommend overly sarcastic productions video of Dionysus if you want an in depth look at this explaining his origins to his cult.so yeah.check it out.

Why it fails within LO.

I admit,dio is a good reference.

He’s a good nod and a fun idea,it’s just the execution that leads it to having as many positives as a house fire.

First of all,it definitely wasn’t planned from the start.

Other have talked about this but RS has a habit of bullshitting things into the story to reference a real world date.

In this case,dio was supposed to be a Mother’s Day thing,but when matched up to the timeline?well…I don’t know why it’s such a bad decision on Persephone’s part…may be it’s because HER AND HADES HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR LESS THAN A DAY.

Also the whole thing comes out of nowhere.

Zeus just bust into persie’s house,says he’s giving birth and instead of going to a doctor(Asclepius isn’t the only one,zeus)

Then,Persephone straight up refuses to give him to Zeus AFTER HE GAVE BIRTH and takes the baby for herself because “he looks like hades”.

Never mind the fact he’s literally purple-

After that Persephone realised she’s fucked up and ignores hades,but he bursts in and she explain how she basically kidnapped a child.

And it’s supposed to be romantic.

Anyways,I’m probably gonna make another of these rants soon,just with Apollo,but this is why the dio plot point…frustrates me.

On paper it’s an interesting reference but in the end it just ends up being stupid.

[donnie-is-da-best]

Theif

Another day another day of surviving with (Names) enough knowledge as far they're pretty smart and would literally steal from you oh they're so charming welp don't fall for it charming people isn't who you think they're heck (Name) was a thief and stole a lot of things this includes lots of ladies and boy's heart they're just too irresistible to anyone it even makes Stone fall in love into them and (Name) is going to admit they're not the best people they're snarky, nonchalant, sarcastic mostly didn't care about your feelings and just bluntly tell the truth after all truth always hurts so why cover it with a sweet sugarcoating lie if the people know it's a lie she's the one who teaches Vinnie and Skipp their tactics like they're highly experienced at stealing stuff and she's also the one who agreed to help Stone even though they're strangers they just can't let him die of starvation him and (Name) were a little closed heck (Name) has to steal a fricking blanket just to keep him and the other two warm sometimes they would just watch how chaotic the trio was they just can't help but smile because even if they're poor they still got a true friend they can actually trust

It's night already and (Name) is starting to prepare the tent so they can already sleep so the exhaustion would just go away after from all the chaos they've run into the whole day.

Everyone get inside the tent the moment (Name) finishes preparing it.... it's in the middle of the night and (Name) woke up from coldness they got up and see that the blanket is pulled over to Skipp and besides them was a sleeping Stone clearly hiding himself using (Name) coat while hugging and the other one is Vinnie doing the same thing too probably because (Name) was mostly very warm so they become a personal heater for the two whenever Skipp pulled the blanket all to himself

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

To Mama Rosehearts: (calmly but sarcastically) Oh, hello. You must be Mrs. Rosehearts. How do you do on this fine day? Forgive me for staring but I must say, you look quite stunning, madame. Your haircut really suits your face. (Mama Rosehearts asks about Riddle) Riddle? Oh don't worry about him, he's doing fine. He always had a knack for keeping things under control. Unlike some people.

Aaaand here’s the big one… the final boss of Family Day…

I tried to write this with a nuanced look at Mama Rosehearts, as I felt this was the most fitting for TWST’s themes of grey morality (which also comes through in the OB boys). No one is truly 100% evil, and I didn’t want to just have her screaming at other people 💦

Mama Rosehearts’s parenting methods are overly controlling, she’s uncompromising, and she has a bad temper. But in her eyes, she believes what she’s doing is genuinely the best for her son, and she’s also protective of him. She absolutely cares for Riddle in spite of her strictness. I wanted those aspects of her character to be present too, not just the worst parts of her that we tend to hate.

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

The problem with bad apples, you sometimes thought to yourself (blame Epel for sticking the apple metaphors in your head), is that they appear so normal at a glance. It’s hard to tell they’re rotten until you’ve had a close look for yourself.

Gazing at Mrs. Rosehearts, you’re shaken. Your mental image of her, cobbled together by hushed words and wisps of shadow, was always that of a monster—the kind that caged children and relished in feeding them lies, keeping them ensnared and submissive. Mother knows best. Listen to your mother. It’s a scary world out there.

She stood before you in blood red heels, wrapped in a smart business suit and modest pencil skirt in the same shade. Her hands were adorned in tulle gloves, sheer enough to grant a glimpse at her immaculate nails. Arms folded, head high, she was poised like an imposing queen before delivering her judgment.

Her eyes a blue-grey, red hair tightly pulled back and secured by a hair clasp. Even her bangs were cut the same, two locks atop her head curling into a heart-like shape. Mrs. Rosehearts was the spitting image of Riddle—or was it more accurate to say that he was a spitting image of her?

But if she was a monster, and Riddle, the same as her…

The terrified expressions of Heartslabyul students blitzed through your mind. The garden and its roses falling apart around them.

“He… He was really gonna do it…”

“He’s completely out of control.”

“He’s like some kinda monster!”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away. They quivered, burning with an indescribable intensity.

“Hello.” Her first came clipped, cutting right by your greeting and fabricated compliment. “I can’t say I care for your tone of voice.”

Mrs. Rosehearts diverted her attention from you and to the young man standing in her shadow. “Riddle. They seem know you, but surely this one doesn’t belong to your dormitory?”

You could barely recognize him. The Riddle you knew was serious and strict—but he was also someone who loved to tend to the hedgehogs, and adored tea parties in the garden. His smile could practically make the flowers bloom.

But now he was less of a blossoming rose and more of a shrinking violet, most traces of his confidence wiped away. He diligently trailed behind his mother, appearing even smaller than usual. Meeker, and less sure of himself.

A remnant of Riddle. Not a rose-red ruler, but just a sad little child.

You stared at him helplessly, and he refused to meet your eyes.

“No, mother.” A trained, automatic response. “They are not a student of Heartslabyul.”

“I thought so,” Mrs. Rosehearts sniffed, unimpressed but satisfied. She silently noted your untucked shirt, stray hair, and crooked tie. “They’re far too ungroomed to be someone under your rule.

“And here I was, worrying that you had fallen in with the wrong crowd again. You aren’t still hanging around those horrid Clover and Pinker boys, are you?”

Trey and Che’nya. Your stomach churned, upset for them in their absence.

“Well…” Riddle fidgeted uneasily. Unable to tell a lie, and lacking the courage to tell the truth.

You took the chance to cut in, your eyes close to burning a hole in his mother. “Oh, don't worry about him. Riddle’s doing fine. He’s always had a knack for keeping things under control, unlike some people.”

Mrs. Rosehearts frowned at the insinuation. Her next words could make flowers freeze over. “You’d do well to learn some control yourself. This conversation is between a mother and her son.”

She placed a protective hand on his upper back and gave a slight nudge. “Come, Riddle. We wouldn’t want to be late to speak with your professors.“

“Yes…” He reluctantly turned away from you, trying to focus on the road head. At the path already chosen for him.

You couldn’t help yourself. Your feet fell forward, and you called after him.

“Riddle…!!”

“That’s quite enough,” Mrs. Rosehearts snapped. Her cheeks colored red with rage as she stepped between you and Riddle. “I don’t know who you think you are, sticking your nose in our affairs like this!! I won’t have another unruly child and their bad attitude invading my son’s life—not again!”

Anger surged in your chest. There were so many things you wanted to tell her, things she couldn’t possibly know because she never bothered to entertain them.

Riddle likes strawberry tarts. He doesn’t care if the roses are white, or if the flamingos are pink. And he prefers honey to sugar cubes in his tea, and milk tea over lemon tea. After a meal, he wants to sits and talk with everyone.

The smart thing to do, you thought, is to bite my tongue, or else it’ll just lead to a pointless screaming match.

But you weren’t so smart. Your opened your mouth, prepares to let loose a torrent to challenge her.

What rang out instead, loud and clear, was a boy’s authoritative voice.

“Excuse me, mother!”

"Yes, Riddle? You have something to add?"

“I..." He caught his still-quivering words and straightened. A quiet resolve burned in his steely eyes. "Those selected by the Mirror of Darkness boast exceptional potential and strong moral character. That holds true for myself, as well as my peers. I will not underestimate them, and nor should you."

Mrs. Rosehearts pursed her lips.

"They are worthy rivals that are deserving of respect," Riddle continued, "and they will continue to push me to excel. That is all I wished to say.

"Now then, we should be on our way. We're running late for a very important date with the teaching staff."

His mother looked as though she had a rebuttal, with her brows knitted and the color of her mouth vanishing. Riddle held his breath—and you weren’t sure if it was safe to take one.

"... We will discuss this at a later time," she declared at last. “We need to stay on schedule.”

Riddle released the air in his lungs, and you took a sharp intake.

Mrs. Rosehearts turned away, tossing an icy farewell to the wind. “Good day to you.”

She led her son down the street, saying something to him in a hushed tone. You couldn’t tell what sort of expression Riddle was making, but he held his head high the entire time, like a defiant rosebud in a bed of snow.

When they had finally disappeared into the horizon, you let yourself smile. He’s come into his own… even if just a little.

[b0njourbeach]

do u have any LeoVil headcanons? I like ur thoughts.

I hope you know how much I appreciate every single ask of yours that asks me about my thoughts and rants djdjsjs

Ahem. Besides the HCs I have mentioned here, I certainly have more bc oh boy, this ship got me wrapped in its silly little subtly toxic spiderweb.

For one, this one has been inspired by a fanart - Unfortunately I do not remember the artist or post (if you know: Please do link it in the comments and/or the reblogs or let me know about it, so I can link it‼️). In said Fanart, Leona and Vil has exchanged flowers to send a little message and well, I think I've expressed yesterday for a little how much I adore the language of flowers. So naturally, I'm falling in love with a fanart that uses said language to express even the slightest.

[Post has been edited, said fanart is linked here. Check it out, it's really pretty. The artist makes such good LeoVil fanarts in general tbh.]

So mainly, I have the HC that Vil started using flowers to express his feelings (both positive AND negative! Flowers can be indeed used to insult) towards Leona - But he didn't understand until Ruggie had pointed out that the "choice of flowers is odd" (He may know only know which flowers are edible and which aren't but my boy is smart). Leona then realized that Vil was secretly communicating with him, so he started to hit the books for a bit to reply in the same language. First, he found it stupid and used it in a sarcastic/snarky way but he started to slowly love it when he realized that no one really knew what was going on - Just that both Vil and Leona had random flowers popping up in their rooms, their favorite places and their desks (only the two of them knew the flowers were from each other). Then, at some point, Leona received a bouquet with following flowers (after studying them, he found out about their Victorian meaning - The preferred choice of language of Vil [Leona was basing himself on the more modern "translation"]): Buttercup (= "You are radiant with charm"), Camellia (= "Longing for you"), Cornflower (= Hope in Love), pansy (= "You occupy my thoughts") and a single tulip (= "I declare my love for you"). Vil waited for a week or so to receive an answer, already giving up on it when a single red rose was lying in front of his door.

[Mentions of attempted self-quit. Please skip to the next paragraph if it triggers you]

Since I personally believe that Leona is not only depressed but also has the lean to.. quit. I "like" (not in the way I'd enjoy it but I can see it) to imagine that he had one (1) attempt to leave - But it has been prevented by Vil. Not intentionally, mind you. Vil has walked in on Leona, who was midst doing the deed (I personally believe he'd go for a wound-free, "Falling asleep" kind - Therefore some kind of overdose and/or poisoning. Not really "Falling asleep peacefully" but idk, it just makes sense to me, so bear with me). Leona, who basically was on the edge of passing out forever, having severe issues with what he had consumed and then Mr. Perfect (Vil) walks in on him, thinking he just ate something that was already bad, so he stays. Talks to him. Keeps him aware, conscious. Alive. No one except Leona himself knows the truth, he just went with the excuse of having eaten something that has gone bad.

Vil definitely fell first, Leoma fell harder. Or better said: Vil fell slowly but obviously, Leona was just suddenly struck by "Oh shit, it's love" out of nowhere.

[While they're dating] Leonas closet is missing at least five shirts and to this day, the lion blames Ruggie - Fully unaware that the poor hyena hasn't done anything wrong this time. In fact, if Leona would've taken a single closer look in Vils closet, he would've known where his shirts have gone. Vil took them and usually wears them when going to sleep (bc that way, no one knows he owns them nor will anyone know that they're dating to begin with).

They're getting mutually annoyed by Rooks' not so subtle presence in the background (he got locked at least twice in a room, so they could go on a secret date).

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No way rios precious daughters aren’t all daddy’s girls(much to y/n’s dismay)

Yes! You love seeing how he is with them. I’m picturing at least three girls. He’s outnumbered and deals with different personalities/age ranges.

Your oldest is almost a preteen and already boy crazy. In fact all three of them have their own little crushes at the moment.

Daddy, how old do I have to be before I can start dating? Your smile grows wide, as Rio’s eyes damn near pop out. He hears you snicker and mugs you. Shrugging your shoulders you join in, “Yes, daddy? How old does our sweet girl have to be,” you question smirking. “You have your whole life to worry about boys, darlin’. Focus on those books.” Your daughter huffs, “so basically never?” Rio chuckles, “I knew you were smart.” She huffs and walks away. You kiss your teeth, “you can’t stop her from growing up, Rio.” He gripes back, “I’m not.” Rolling your eyes, you finish, “hold on too tight, and we’ll be grandparents by the time she’s sixteen.” Rio gets the last word, “she’ll be a single mother then. Baby daddy won’t be here long enough to experience fatherhood. The OG got little baby though. Grandfathers make good father figures, do they not,” he smirks.

The middle child is your wild child. She’s big on loyalty and loves protecting her family/friends. Sound familiar? Little Rio in the making. The last parent/teacher conference ended in disaster. Things started off great. She was getting good grades and very respectful. However, she was having a bit of trouble keeping her hands to herself. “So you’re saying my child runs around hitting people on purpose,” you questioned her teacher. All set to apologize for her behavior. You were surprised when the teacher said, “not exactly.” The two of you looked at her, waiting for an explanation. “She tends to be very protective over her friends. Y/C/N has gotten into several fights. We have a zero tolerance policy. No matter who instigates, both children are disciplined.” Rio chuckled sarcastically, “let me get this straight, teach. My daughter’s getting reprimanded for defending people. Is that what you’re telling me, darlin’?” Your husband proceeded to tell the teacher where she could shove her zero tolerance policy. Trying not to laugh in her face, you practically had to drag Rio out of the classroom. Needless to say baby girl had to switch schools.

Then there is your sweet little baby girl. She’s a hustler like daddy. Knows how to sweet talk her way out of trouble. She’s so damn adorable that she has everyone wrapped around her finger. Including her sisters and especially daddy. The two of you had just gotten into it. All thanks to the little finesse queen herself. It started when she asked to watch YouTube on her iPad. “Momma, can I watched Paw Patrol on my pie-pad,” she asked batting her lashes innocently. She knew the answer, but dared to ask anyway. Momma wasn’t falling for that cute little baby face today. “Absolutely not. Remember the conversation we had last night? I told you no iPad today.” Your daughter tried getting you in your feels with a pout and lip quiver. “But, mommyyy.” You replied, “Don’t mommy me, little girl. You did this to yourself. I told you to turn that iPad off and go to bed last night. What did you do? Waited for me to leave and got right back on it. Then had the nerve to play like you were sleeping, when I came to take it from you.” Knowing you were right, she did what any good finesse Queen would do. She waited for you to busy yourself with cooking. Twenty minutes later, the food was ready. You called the girls to the table. “Where’s your baby sister? She’s ignoring me cause she mad, huh?” Your eldest informed you she was with Rio in his office. Supposedly she went in there to color while he got work done. It was cap and you knew it. Heading to his home office to retrieve them both for dinner. You weren’t shocked when you found little shady boots. There she was chilling in her daddy’s lap watching cartoons on his iPad. “Now you know good and well she’s not suppose to be on that. I don’t care if it’s yours, Christopher. No iPad includes anyone else’s. Just for that, neither one of you get dessert. Matter of fact since y’all besties and all. Sleepover in baby girl’s room. Daddy’s going to be sleeping on your floor! Yay!” You cut your eyes at Rio, turning to head back to the kitchen. You grumbled over your shoulder, “dinner is ready come and eat.”

Then there is you. Although you love being a momma to three beautiful girls. Your heart craves more children. “Rio let’s have one more baby.” He looks at you, trying to hold back a smile. “We got a house full already, mama. You sure you want another one?” You reply, “Yes! I want a little boy. You got your daddy’s girls. I want a momma’s boy.” Chuckling, Rio teases, “you feeling left out, mama? Don’t daddy always make time for you?” You tilt your head to the side, crossing your arms. “Boy, stop! I just want another baby. Nobody feeling left out. Come on let’s try for a boy. Please, daddy,” you beg in a baby voice. “You got a mama’s boy. What about Marcus, darlin’?” Your lips poke out, arms still crossed. “I don’t get to keep Marcus though. I have to share him with his momma,” you giggle. Moving closer to him, you wrap your arms around Rio. Standing on your toes, you leave kisses along the side of his neck. Kissing up to his ear, you whisper, “pretty please, daddy? Think of all the fun we could have trying to conceive.” Rio looks around the house, “everybody’s at a sleepover right?” You nod your head yes. “Bring your fine ass on,” Rio groans, dragging you toward the bedroom.

Sorry if this was a bit long. I kind of just ran with it. Hope you like it! I don’t usually do HC’s 😆.

[tootiecakes234]

I ranked my Top 10 Anime Men:

All characters aged up.

Katsuki Bakugo- this is very obvious if you just look at 90% of my fics😭🤭 he’s peak grumpy sunshine. Also when he falls, he falls head over heels. Also he’s a great cook and that’s +10 points in my book

Sator Gojo- he comes off silly goofy but honestly baby boy is damaged. I just want to be the person that takes care of him and get his genuine smile

Megumi Fushiguro- he just cares so much. He doesn’t want anyone to know it but he values the people he cares about so highly. Also is actually very funny and a smartass. He’d fit my personality perfectly because I know he’s non verbal sometimes and I have sensory problems with noise.

Kotaro Bokuto- light of my life. Would make you smile and cry laughing. Does whatever he can to make you happy even when he’s sad. He needs care and reassurance and I will provide that for him. Such a loyal boy.

Kento Nanami- HUSBAND MATERIAL. He’s a newer addition to my top 10 but it’s cuz he’s the sweetest man in the entire world. Would grab the stars from the sky and give them to you if you asked it of him.

Shota Aizawa- again grumpy x sunshine. He’s so nonchalantly the sweetest person. Would kill anyone who crosses you or his kids. He’s pretty much a father to those children. They’d come first and I actually love him for that.

Sanji Vinsmoke- I say again, being a good cook is automatic +10! This man’s day starts and ends with you. He’s obsessed. Will never let you lift and finger and will fight for your honor at the drop of a dime.

Reiner Braun- another broken man I just want to take care of. He’s so broken and he deserves to heal… with me. Also he’d be the best dad in the entire world.

Tengen Uzui- I love big bright personality. Strong asf and have you seen how fine he is. Major reason he slips into top 10 for me is that he comes with 3 wives! One arm or two, he’s a great husband. He takes care of all you guys’ needs.

Kei Tsukishima- that asshole, sarcastic ass personality really does it for me. Like yes sir, be a little mean to me. He’s also really smart and is going to be a provider. So in love with you but the words are hard for him. Will spend his time showing you how much he cares tho.

*so my type is grumpy and broken guys!😭😭 this list was so hard to narrow down and even now I’m only 100% certain of the top 2🫡

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Add Kakucho alongside Rindou as the type to like gym girls.

Okay hot take but:

The types of girls the tenjiku boys would like:

Izana

Sweet girls. Kind ones, the kind of girls you can manipulate easy and who would devote themselves to saving you. Izana obviously needs a lot of attention and affection, preferably for himself alone. If you date him, you are his best friend, family, lover, mom, maid and therapist.

And you'll have to be build for that. You can't just say no to him and move on he makes sure to call and message you everyday to ask if you still like him. You need to be somehwat mother-like too. He has mommy issues and it shows man, don't be surprised when you find out he has a mommy kink in the bedroom too - just accept it man. It's Izana, he does what he wants.

Also, be interested in him and only him. He loves nice girls who hang on every word he says. Maybe even a bit dumb so he can scold you and make you feel less than you are to keep you close.

"I can change him" "babe look at me, this isn't you" and "you just don't know him like I do" are things he feeds right into. Tbh he is a bit of a pick me boy. So if you are a lovely "not like other girls" he would appreciate that. Be his and he is yours and you both can be emo together.

Mochi

Also nice girls. But normal ones. You know, not the girls who have a tumblr Account and relate to Ramona flowers, more like girls that don't judge a book by it's cover. He is a scary guy and is afraid to intimidate his crush so you better be nice and outspoken.

Tbh I see him as possibly shy around girls? Doesn't know how to act and talk. He needs someone who makes the first steps and has the pants on in the relationship. Just be honest and open to him and that's enough.

Also big eaters. He'll invite you out to eat constantly and hopes to have a little eating contest with you. Competitive Bastard loves to win against you.

Mucho

Say it with me; mucho likes nerdy girls. Mucho liked nerdy, mature girls.

He is the kind to fall for the type who wear the typical "nerd" thick rimmed glasses, tom-boyish style, are coffee addicts and draw a fake mustache on their finger or even better, have a necklace of it.

Oh and science. Cool, funny girls who know biology! Idk but he seems like a wise old man in the body of a body builder so I think he likes smart girls, people who can match him in any way and make him feel challenged.

Shion

Punks. Loud and nasty dirty punk girls who throw the first punch and kick him in the balls when he says too much.

Girls who love blood and spit on the ground, girls who tattoo his name on their tits and bring him to tattoo theirs on his neck.

Punk girls who kiss his snotty nose and then finish off the guys who hurt him, yes call him babyboy! He says he hates it but he doesn't. He actually dreamily writes the words next to a couple that is supposed to be you two but no one can actually make out humans in it.

Rindou

Rindou is the type to say he wants a goth girlfriend but actually wants an e-girl. Rindou is the type to show you his remix on your first date and calls it art. Rindou mansplains protein-shakes to you.

But you know, he wants someone like this and that but what he needs is a girl that can pin him against the wall and make him blush like a school girl.

Rindou needs a best friend he can hang out and talk about his day with, venting about his brother and who he can show the weird rash on his butt without judgement.

Rindou would love to game with you and hold your hand, he needs a kiss on the nose when he wakes up and a knee in his stomache when he pushes you into the dirt. Fight with him, kiss him, please give him attention he needs it :(

Ran

Himself but with boobs.

But you know what he would also make do with, someone just as tired as him. Someone who laughs at his jokes and does face masks with him.

Someone who likes it when he is soft and understand him, who does his make up and let him do theirs.

You should be funny, witty and kind of sarcastic but deep inside just as vain and pseudo as him.

Pleasw visit an art gallarey with him where you both stand before a painting and literally don't know what the theme of the gallarey is. Like, absolutey not. You don't get it. When someone comes up to talk with you two about the art displayed because you both look so fancy and artsy you both just talk total bullshit and look how long it takes until the others catch on you two are total dumbasses. You stand before a statue and kiss each other and Ran makes pics and then you both read what it means and it's actually a child starving because of idk society. Do you care tho? Nah.

Kakucho

Kakucho likes gym girls. But the Yoga ones. He wanna see you bend like a freaking boneless demon and will be soooo happy about it too.

Kakucho likes a challenge, someone who knows what they want and talk loud and clear. Someone with confidence and who jogs at 6 am - that freak.

I think he doesn't really has a type besides mature and older girls that work out and could sucker punch him into another dimension. He is all about the vibe and if you are ready to share your boo with a sociopathic gang leader with mommy issues. This could (probably) end in a poly relationship btw.

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Prompt: "I know you love him, and I will not ask you to change. I only ask... is there any part of you that could love me too?"

Song: "As It Was" - Hozier

For Inej x Reader please!!

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A Place For Me - Inej Ghafa

Content Warnings: Canon Complaint Threat And Violence. Mentions Of Feeling Second Best, Insecurities, Being Enough Or Not Enough. Discussions Of Unrequited Love. Not Beta/ Proof Read.

Watching her, it's like watching the sunrise. She is this bright light that brings everything around her into this abundance of colour. Inej is nothing short of pure sunlight, she is where your days begin and end. She is where every single one of your thoughts begin and end. From the day you two met, you were reduced to a creature that wanted to be in her presence. Or at least that is how you have described it, at length to Wylan.

Wylan nods, wiping some soot unintentionally across his brow. "You love her," Wylan says, reaching across the table for a vial of something. It's not an observation, just a simple statement, one he has made many a time.

Your smile is doleful, but there isn't a shred of remorse in your chest, nothing could bring you to regret your feelings for her. They had never been intentional, but they were not unwanted, you would not choose to feel any other way about her even if you could. She deserved to be loved, endlessly, devotedly, unconditionally. She deserved depths of love that she had not seen in years. Depths of love that Inej wasn't sure she would ever see again.

"That's not news Wylan," you remind him. Wylan chuckles, a small controlled burst of light rising up from what he is mixing.

"Okay, not that," he mumbles to himself before looking back at you. "You are looking for answers in me," Wylan looks away before finishing, "when I am not the one who can give them to you."

"Says the boy fawning over the sharpshooter," you say a little too quickly.

Wylan bites down on his lower lip, and his tone is somewhat sarcastic as he replies, "I am not digging in the wrong cemetery."

"I am not digging," you argue.

"Then why is this the same conversation we have had eight time?" Wylan asks.

"Because what else do I do with my feelings, bury them like Kaz?"

"Now we are getting somewhere," Wylan says.

"No, bringing up Brekker is not progress."

"Isn't it? Isn't that really why you and I are walking these circles? I think this whole thing has everything to do with Brekker."

Wylan's words are swimming around your mind and they're almost drowning out the soft sounds of Inej's whispering. You watch her steps, seeing how she moves but doesn't make a sound, every step like she is walking that tight rope, like she is preforming for a crowd and yet no one but herself. She doesn't work with a net, she is endlessly graceful and boundlessly powerful in her capabilities, but by the Saints she has you falling every time, every height is endless, every edge a precipice, every single step a fall risk. You fall every time.

But she is in love with him. You know that. Of course you know that. You cannot see Inej in every shade of light and not notice. Kaz Brekker captured a heart long before he had the power to realise it, long before he could even question if he deserved it. Kaz Brekker had caught the only thing in Ketterdam worth a damn. You knew it, he knew it. She knew you knew it too. She knows that you're smart enough to be able to see it, even if she tries to keep it away, even if she tries to make it not true. He is a weakness she never intended to have. He is a heart she never wanted to want for, to reach after, to desire. But against all her logic and all her wants, all her best intentions, Kaz Brekker had saved her, and she wanted to save him in return. One minute he made her blush and the next he made her want to commit murder, but nothing seemed to make her feelings for him falter. Kaz Brekker, The Bastard Of The Barrel, a man you could never envy for any other reason, but for this one the green inside you glowing, filling every part of you. You have never wanted for anything that was not yours, except maybe this, except maybe her. She could never be yours, she could never be anyone's, and you would never want her to be. She belongs to no one but herself and her Saints and you would make sure you did everything in your power to keep that true for as long as you draw breath.

"It's so quiet," Inej whispers, but her voice doesn't carry on the wind, even the air daren't carry her words too far from her. Even the air is selfish in wanting to keep her close.

"I am in love with you," you say, matching her quietness but not bothering to disguise your words, not playing with your tone, if Inej was anyone else her footing would have slipped, but she is Inej Ghafa. So all of the unsteadiness stays within her walls.

"You..." Inej pauses. "What?"

"I know you love him, and I will not ask you to change. I only ask... is there any part of you that could love me too?" You say.

Maybe she had known, a part of her had known, she supposes, in the way a person knows things that they never really have the time to shine the light on. But to you Inej is all light, all the time, and you'd never entertained the idea that she might know, so you find your own words surprising but you suppose inevitable.

Inej looks at you and it is not unlike her memories are falling around the two of you like parade feathers.

"I love that one," you tell her, offering her a slice of toast across the table.

"That what?" she asks, taking it without a second thought.

"That smile," you grin to yourself, "the one like the world doesn't weigh you down, the one that feels like it belongs to a different lifetime."

She blinks. "I..."

"Maybe a star," Inej says, looking at the sky. You follow her gaze upward.

"Any particular one?" you ask her, charting out the constellations in your mind.

"I don't know, what star would you have me name myself after?" she asks, as if this game was something just the two of you were sharing, as if Jesper and Nina weren't a few steps away complaining about the bitter night air.

"Well if you were to take on a name of a star in this fancy new life of yours where you're someone entirely new, would you wear different colours?" you ask. Inej laughs, tracing a hand over her clothing like she is dusting off armour.

"I don't think I could," she admits. You point out a star and offer up it's name to her as a gift with a wicked smile. She stares at the star, rolling it's name over her tongue, she likes it, but she doesn't understand how you could choose a name for her so quickly, with such confidence. "Why?"

"It's the star of freedom," you tell her, and as you see the star reflecting back in Inej's eyes, you know you're right.

You hear the tap of Kaz's cane on the stones and you reach out to Inej who is stood in her memories, like a gallery she had been awaiting a walk through for some time. "Inej?"

"I do not think-,"

"If you're about to say anything about Inej's skillset not being suitable, you certainly do not," you snap back. Kaz glowers at you, and you know his concern for her safety isn't to be dismissed, even if he will deny that is what it is. But this isn't about that. Inej can do this, Inej was born to do this, and you will not let the barrel rat let her think any less of herself.

"We won't have time for a net or any type of precaution," Kaz says through gritted teeth.

"I don't work with a net," Inej says. She looks at you, searching for the smallest amount of doubt, but you show none.

"Inej can do this Brekker, if you have any doubts then you clearly do not understand your crew."

"I understand my investments perfectly, otherwise I would not undertake them," Kaz says, getting more irritated by you by the moment.

"Then let her do this," you say, "she's Inej Ghafa, have you seen a single thing she cannot do?"

"This whole time," she says, blinking back into the moment.

"Kaz is waiting," you say.

"This whole time?" It's a question now, and the question cannot go unanswered.

"Yes," you tell her, "this whole time." She doesn't know what next to say and you barely give her the chance. "Kaz is waiting."

"He can wait a moment more," she says, "he said he didn't need me, remember."

"And he is a fool," you say, "I don't think he has ever needed you more."

"And you?"

"I can wait, I am very good at waiting."

[nikki-is-a-nerd]

Lemon drops (deke shaw x water bending!reader)

Summary:

From Strangers to Friends to Lovers. Deke won’t do what he did to Daisy ever again but that doesn’t mean you won’t do it for him…with your own little twist.

A/N

Tiny break from Ezra by writing about my beloved future man/rockstar/tech genius/shield director/agent baby boy.

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Deke is a strange person to you. He's sarcastic, surprisingly smart, quick on his feet and funny. You also learned that he likes Daisy, not shocking but very interesting. You weren't one to speak much around the others, Fitz and Jemma would try to encourage you but you don't really talk unless you need to. You've observed his and everyone's movement since getting back to your actual timeline and Deke's past and you've decided that Deke doesn't deserve the harsh and rude treatment from the others, except Jemma, she's naturally kind and caring.

It was a regular day for you when you bumped into a seething deke who just exited the lab. Seeing as he was walking fast and you were clumsy by default you fell down.

"...Ow..." You said quietly.

Deke's eyes widened in shock and immediately offered his hand to help you get up.

"I'm so sorry." He said.

"All good. The worst it could do is a bruise." You said bluntly.

You looked at him carefully and continued speaking.

"You seem upset. Let's eat." You grabbed his arm and dragged him to the pantry and rummaged around for food.

"You know, I think this is the first time I've ever been alone with you." Deke said.

"That makes sense, I prefer to stay away and practice."

"Are you like daisy?" Deke asked.

"Sort of. Inhuman? Yes. Same power? No. She can cause earthquakes, I can control any liquid, but mainly water." You answered kindly.

"That's cool. Why do you avoid people?" Deke asked again.

"I avoid people because I get anxious. I may be an agent but I'm not good with socializing." You said bashfully.

You made a simple sandwich paired with sliced up apples and handed one to Deke and one for you. You sat quietly, when you let your curiosity surface.

"Why were you upset? Is it because of the rest of the guys? I apologize if they treat you badly." You said softly.

"It's alright, it's not even your fault, you shouldn't apologize. In fact you and Jemma have been the nicest to me!" He exclaimed. He took a deep breath and continued.

"I was upset since I gave daisy a bunch of lemons, she didn't get it, then I found out she's still very much in love with her dead ex, so I didn't say anything. The others found out and they made fun of me and I already felt excluded from the team." He said before hiding his head with his hands.

"what does the lemons mean?" You asked.

"Traditionally in my time, you leave a bunch of lemons on the bed of the person you like as a way to tell them that you have feelings for them." He answered.

"That's cute. You're giving something that's basically a luxury to you. That's romantic." You said truthfully.

You stored that knowledge into your head as you spent that entire day with deke. You can say that after that, you two became friends. You truly enjoyed his company, even taking him with you when you train your powers. Deke has been silently pining for Daisy and you let your new feelings for your new friend grows as well. It really isn’t hard to fall for Deke, for you anyway. Deke

Months go by and everyone has been busy dealing with hydra’s resurgence and the new assassin shield now has to deal with. You were training while Deke kept you company with small talk until he went silent for a bit.

"So hear me out." Deke spoke out after the silence.

"Shoot." You said as you sent various sharp icicles flying into various targets.

"You never spoke of your feelings. Like romantically. So do you like anyone?"

His question threw you off guard so much so that you caused your water whip to freeze and shatter. You looked back at deke slowly, eyes wide.

"We are not having this conversation." You said cheeks already red.

"you're blushing! Who is it?" He said excitedly.

“Deke, we literally have an assassin to deal with, you really want to know who i have romantic feelings for?” You asked him.

“Yeah, i mean if an assassin who is genetically modified is out to get all of you, i want to know.” Deke said as he started throwing a rubber ball on the wall.

“Well I don’t have any.” A huge lie on your part but he doesn’t need to know.

Before Deke could ask again, Mack entered the training room and called you, a mission was being given to you. Deke watched you leave and he looked at Mack about to follow you out.

“Its a one on one meeting Deke, she’s gonna be fine. Go find Fitz and Simmons, they might need you.” Mack said.

“Can’t I wait outside Coulson’s office and wait for (Y/N) to leave?” Deke asked as he walked towards the door.

“No, but she’s gonna be fine. She’s strong.” Mack said.

“She’s strong, yeah, no shit. I know that.” Deke said under his breath mockingly.

Deke didn’t see you for nearly a month when you went undercover in Hydra. The radio silence he got made him anxious that even Daisy was annoyed by his pacing.

“Deke for the love of God! Stop Pacing!” Daisy said exasperated as she opened his door.

“(Y/N) has been radio silent for nearly a month! What if she’s hurt! Or worse dead! I’m sorry if i care about her too much that im afraid for her life.” Deke exclaimed.

Daisy gasps and a smile blooms on her face as she just realized something.

“You love her!” She said excitedly.

“What? No! I mean-but no! I gave you the lemons!” Deke exclaimed.

“Yeah that was months ago. You and (Y/N) have been attached by the hip since then and now you two are apart, you’re worried as hell! You like her!” Daisy reasoned.

“So maybe i do. What do you people do to show affection? Cause lemons apparently don’t scream i love you apparently.” Deke asked.

“Just be normal and tell her.” Daisy answered.

“Right, good one. Really what do i do?” Deke asked again.

When daisy just gave him the look he realized it wasn’t a joke and he was mortified. Tell you, face to face? That sounds worse than dying to a kree.

“I’ll think about it.” He said when Daisy stared at him.

When Daisy was about to leave, Coulson opened the door and told them to follow him to the meeting room. Everyone else was already there, save for you.

“Its time we extract agent (Y/L/N) from where she sent off her signal. Based on her last message to us, the assassin, Ruby, has had her suspicions on her now and its no longer safe for her to keep extracting data and sending it to us. YoYo, Mack, May and Daisy, you’re all with me. Deke, Jemma and Fitz, prepare the med bay to check up on (Y/N) and see if they injected or implanted anything on her that would compromise her in anyway.” Coulson spoke.

“Wait, why can’t i go?” Deke asked.

“Simply put, its too personal for you. It might endanger both you and (Y/N).” May answered.

Deke nodded his head in resignation and left with Fitz and Simmons. He assisted them in anyway and tinkered with some other tech laying around the lab to get his mind off of you. He didn’t know how long it was since the team left and returned but when he heard the lab doors open, he immediately stood up and carried your unconscious form to the bed and let Jemma check on you.

“What happened?” Fitz asked first.

“They figured her out and sent that Ruby chick to kill her. (Y/N) was lucky that she figured it out and was prepared. When we arrived, ruby was distracted enough that (Y/N) was able to freeze her legs in place but she shot her twice and she already had various cuts during their fight. She fell unconscious after a while. May and Daisy were the ones to try stop the bleeding but she still passed out.” YoYo spoke.

Deke stayed in the far corner, just watching Jemma care for your unconscious form. Since that night you’ve remained unconscious. They allowed your unconscious self to be moved into your room for more comfort, Jemma and Fitz often came by to check on you. Daisy came around to change your clothes and scold Deke for not showering. The rest had to continue with the mission and decode all the encrypted data you were able to get. Deke watched over you for as long as he could, often falling asleep in your room.

This time around Deke felt something was different today, a little more hopeful. He was cleaning your room when he heard you grunt when you accidentally moved your hand a little bit more and finding them a bit stiff. Deke wordlessly helps you sit up and hands you a glass of water.

“How long was I out for?” You asked Deke.

“A week and a half. You had a bunch of injuries that needed to be tended too, you lost a significant amount of blood, you had poison in your bloodstream that we had to filter out. Safe to say your body needed to recover.” Deke said.

“Sorry if that made you worried.” You said sheepishly.

“Its fine. It shook me up. This life of yours. Its not like mine, you willingly go to dangerous places and do dangerous things and that scares me.

“I understand that. Honestly the only reason I willingly pug myself through this is because, I don’t know what else im good for.” You admitted.

“You can do that healing thing you do. Stay here, be support or back up. Stay safe…with me, here.” Deke said holding your hand.

“Hey Deke, can you hand me my bag.” You said.

“Uh…sure.” Deke said as he grabbed the small pack and handed it to you.

Deke watched you rummage through your belongings until you managed to find what you were looking for.

“Give me your hand.” You told Deke.

Deke wordlessly handed you his hand and he felt you press something into his palms. He gave you a curious look and you smiled at him urging him to look at what you gave him. When he opened his palms he gave a small laugh as he saw a small pack of lemon hard candies in his hand.

“They didn’t have actual lemons in their pantry but they did have candy at least. Its not the same but i hope the message is clear.” You said as your faced flushed red.

“I get it! Lemons. You technically gave me lemons!” Deke said happily as he kept the lemon candies in his pant pocket.

He stood up and held your face gently as he leaned down to your level and gave you a soft kiss. You immediately reciprocated the gesture and held onto him, lacing your fingers through his hair. You two were too busy to notice your heart monitor going insane that Jemma had to rush to your room only to see you and Deke kissing. Jemma smiled and left quietly as you and deke relished the feeling of a new journey together.

Deke also made you promise to tell Coulson that you’re staying mainly as additional healer and purely back up for his sanity to which you agreed to. Not because he said so but because fighting no longer felt right for you.

[rasparagus]

evil (not really)

pairing: joshua x gn!reader

summary: joshua bruised your ego bad in high school, and if there’s one thing you can do, it’s hold a grudge. 

content: fluff. enemies to lovers. law school! au. featuring some random dude i decided to name sam? mention of drinking (no one actual drinks), this is a um united states law school au because those are the only laws i actually know lmao  

masterlist

a love letter for heather @seungkwan-s: i’m your secret santa!! i really hope you like this! i enjoyed all the convos we had on anon and I’m hoping that this is a little something you can enjoy xxx

also tagging @cheolsblackgf / @cbgisland bc i guess ur the first person in my permanent taglist now!

joshua was what you liked to call a devastating crush. you know, the type of crush that did something weird and completely ruined your perception of them. 

it was freshman geometry and you were, well, an overachiever. you had friends and an active social life, but no one could deny that you were a top tier nerd. every time a question was asked, you were the first to answer, eager to put your mind to use. that is, until you hear joshua mutter “wow so cool” in the most sarcastic tone you’ve ever heard. you whip your head around to see him and his friend jihoon snicker at your expense, either unaware or unbothered that you’d heard them.

all of a sudden joshua was no longer the dreamy, cute, boy of your dreams. he was just a normal, snarky, teenage guy—nothing new. you’re hell bent on holding a grudge, certain that it will bring some cosmic balance to all the time you spent crushing and fawning over him. that bitter taste is left in your mouth all throughout high school, college (surprise, surprise, you both end up going to your area’s top school), and somehow bleeds all the way into the law school. you still distinctly remember sitting in your first property class, pens and highlighters lined up perfectly for organized notes, only to see joshua take sit down a mere two seats away from you.

damn him for looking so good. shouldn’t he be somewhere breaking hearts or stealing candy from babies or something else…devilish?, you think to yourself before swiftly averting your eyes. the image of him in his leather jacket with his hair slicked back perfectly to reveal his now-matured facial structure is seared into your brain.

and he has the nerve, the gall, to ask for a pencil. pfft. you scoff at his unpreparedness, silently wondering how the boy who mocked you for your smarts was somehow sitting in the same graduate program as you. but because you’re feeling saintly, you lend him the pencil anyways. here’s to another fiery three years.

back during your 1L days, you joined a relatively small study group with the hopes that you could stay on top of your studies and maybe gain a few drinking buddies along the way. little did you know, joshua had the exact same plans—with the same people. 

if there’s one thing that joshua’s presence is good for, it’s motivation. you both are 2Ls now and you’ve managed to maintain being in the top 20 students in your class—half out of internal dedication and half out of pure, unfiltered spite. every wednesday you sit in a study room with five of your peers, clamoring to be the most helpful, most prepared, most adored. and for the most part it works. but you can still feel the burning tension between you and joshua every time you explain an answer well and everyone praises you but him. or every time jeonghan cracks a clever joke and joshua’s smile falls as soon as you both lock eyes. 

sure, it stings a little, but you’re convinced the sweet taste of an A in your research class is good enough to soothe the burn. who needs the attention of one man when you’ve got the respect of the whole department? as far as you’re concerned, those feelings aren’t worth dwelling on.

at least not until finals season comes around. it’s a wednesday evening that looks like every other wednesday night before finals. the study group has met in the library, and everyone’s books, laptops, and coffee cups are strewn about messily across the long table. 

the only thing that’s different about this time is there’s a new face: sam. and long story short—you don’t like him. he’s entitled, annoying, and completely arrogant. if being in a study group with joshua for a year was tough, being in a study group with sam for a day was dante’s 9th circle of hell. he’s talking over everyone, disrupting the group synergy, and refusing to take criticism on his definitely wrong answers.

the final straw comes when you’re at your wits end with sam. the six of you are studying perhaps the most important case of the semester, and somehow sam is managing to make it the most difficult task possible. he’s dominating the conversation, and you can tell by the confused look of seungcheol’s and nayeon’s faces that he’s completely confusing everyone. you try to stop this train wreck before it completely ruins everyone’s study progress.

“um, so this case is really about agency deference so we really don’t need to get into court scrutiny right now,” you chime in, desperate to direct the conversation somewhere productive. of course sam would never let that happen so easily.

“well, court scrutiny is really important so we definitely need to touch on that,” sam replies. you take a breath and keep your cool.

“yes, but not for this case.”

“all i’m saying is you seemed pretty lost about scrutiny during your cold call. so…”

you raise your eyebrows at him. surely, he wasn’t speaking to you. surely there had to be someone else in the room that he thought would take his passive aggressiveness. just as you part your lips to give a scathing reply, you hear someone else beat you to it.

“you’re the last person who should be talking about cold calls,” joshua spits back. “we were all there for the ‘i don’t quite know what the basic causes of negligence are’ disaster. i wouldn’t look to you for advice even if i was failing.” 

yikes. you do remember sam’s little (very big and embarrassing) cold call hiccup. he definitely made everyone else look really good that day. 

sam’s lips tighten into a thin line and his eyes narrow at joshua. “i didn’t know this was a shaming session,” sam says as he begins to pack his belongings is haste. he nearly knocks over your coffee cup while he mumbles to himself about how he’s ‘too good for this study group anyway.’ everyone else smiles in amusement as he walks out of the study room while you’re left bewildered, mouth slightly agape and eyes darting back and forth as if searching for anyone whose just as confused.

the rest of the study session goes on much more smoothly, even as you all have to undo whatever mental and academic damage sam made before he left. you all decide to call it night just shy of midnight, but you still think there’s unfinished business.

“you ready to walk to the parking deck?” nayeon asks you, standing near the study room door.

“go ahead without me. since i was running late, i had to park on the other side of the building.” nayoen’s face shows a bit of concern for you walking alone in the dark.

“don’t worry. i’m parked in the same place. we can walk together,” joshua says, gesturing between you and himself. hmm. you furrow your eyebrows in suspicion. 

slowly everyone trickles out after saying their goodbyes until only you and joshua are left in the room. although you wanted to confront him, now that you have the chance your mouth goes dry and you struggle to look him in the eyes. he looks at you with expectation as your voice struggles to produce more than a dull “uhhhh.”

you muster enough brain power to mutter a “thanks?”

“is it a question?” joshua laughs.

“well, can you blame me for being surprised?” you giggle a little with him, the air around you feeling a little less suffocating. “i could’ve handled it myself, you know. but i appreciate you sticking up for me anyways. it’s nice to know i wasn’t the only one annoyed by his antics.” joshua opens the door for you on the way out. that’s new, you think to yourself. you don’t hate it.

“well, i figured i’d chime in for support. plus, who knows how horrified he would’ve been if you’d gotten to snap back at him. you might’ve given the poor guy a heart attack.”

“if i could only be so lucky,” you mumble. he laughs again. you like his laugh. it’s delicate and soft, but full enough to show it’s genuine. “you know, i really thought you hated me. maybe it was all in my head but i feel like you’re always ignoring me or if you are paying attention to me it like…real evil energy.”

“i only acted like that because you hated me. you know sighing whenever we have to work together like it’s the worst thing you could possibly have to do.”

“well don’t we look silly now?” you remark. the two of you have made it outside by now. the air is freezing, and you have to squint your eyes a bit to prevent them from tearing up. 

you realize you’ve been competing against, well, no one. except yourself, maybe. competing against whatever feelings you’d been harboring since high school. guess there’s no time better than the present to be honest.

“i’ve just been being petty this whole time. you made a stupid joke back in high school and it hurt my feelings and i just told myself i would hate you forever. but then i think i kinda forgot why i hated you in the first place.”

“well, i will admit. hating you has been quite exhausting. especially since you’re not very hate-able to me.” he punctuates his sentence by pulling your coat hood snug against your head.

“i wholeheartedly agree.” you recognize your heart is beating faster and you’re smiling a little bit too big, but you figure it’s a nice change after all these years. 

“after exams are done, do you maybe wanna…hang out a bit and um, resolve some of this ‘evil energy.’ maybe i can cure this tension with some boba.”

“i’d like that very much. and we should probably work on your organization habits while we’re at it. if i see that mess of a notebook on one more wednesday it might be the final straw,” you tease. you opens his mouth to bicker, but you reckon you can get used to it in this context. 

feel free to reblog and send in asks.

a/n: kinda proud of this. just a little! reblog…or else…anyways. it’s been a minute since i had the time and motivation to make something so i’m happy about this. and i’m excited for the feedback/response to this.

[never-ending-fanfic]

Introducing

✨My take on✨the boys from Kallus' first unit (yes, the one who died on Onderon)

We start off strong with Layne (blue shirt) who can eat all rations on base and still be hungry (major Shaggy vibes) and young, smart and sarcastic Kallus (brown shirt)- the two orphans from the Coruscanti Underworld (though they didn't know each other as kids, they met in the academy)

Then we have the inseparable duo from Corellia- the chaotic Problem Child™ Kanta (orange shirt), who actively searches for ways to mess with his friends- he's the one who gets then into trouble and his responsible bestie Erion (green blouse)- he's the one who gets them out of said trouble (btw idk if it should become a ship or just be platonic, you tell me)

And finally the poetry loving romantic nerd Rubis (red shirt) and Vin (black turtleneck), the stoic-looking oldest boy, the best shooter, who seems cold and mysterious but he's actually The Mom Friend™

I have no kriffing idea why exactly I decided to create them and add into The Fall of Fulcrum fic (very subtle link, I know) but I did, I immediately loved them and decided to make art of them, I loved them even more...

And then realised they are all dead (except for Kallus) and that they need to stay dead, for the story purposes, but I don't want them to be dead! Oh, the struggles of accepting canon events...

(P.S. Sorry for the quality btw and they're wearing casual clothes because I said so)

Thank you for stopping by, I love you! ♥️

[massiveladycat]

rot and ruin should not be as underrated as it is

OKAY. OKAY. OKA.UY as an avid rot and ruin fan i've got to say that please guys this book series by jonathan maberry deserves so much more!! not all of his books are good but i'm pretty sure the rot and ruin series manages it. they're really good (at least, by my standards) and they deserve a larger fandom it's a story that made ME emotional where some heavy shit goes down, sometimes to the people who least deserve it by the way, PEAK character development. i don't scare if i don't care; in horror books, if i don't know a character well enough, i'm not going to be shedding any tears over them, but i CARE here about EVERYONE involved even the zombies sometimes with our mc, 15-yr-old benny imura, we come to understand that zombies are not monsters. they're acting off instinct. they used to be people. it's not their fault. the book makes us think of the tragedy of it all instead of the fact that, yep, we have to cut down some monsters now!! kill them all!! benny’s older brother tom (ALSO LOVE THIS MAN DHSAYUDAHDSF) gets benny to confront who they had been:

“Look at that woman. She was, what? Eighteen years old when she died. Might have been pretty. Those rags she’s wearing might have been a waitress’s uniform once ... .She had people at home who loved her….People who worried when she was late getting home.” - Tom Imura

So the zombies are not just plot devices or mere window dressing here. it's not just see-zombie kill-zombie run-zombie bite-zombie cure-zombie. love it!! HUMANS - just imagine a world that survives an actual zombie apocalypse. survivors band together in fenced enclaves to try and live, but who will these people become under the strain and trauma and loss of a zombie apocalypse? humans can be the real monsters. maberry shows that and hits it so far out of the park

“They held each other and wept as the night closed its fist around their tiny shelter, and the world below them seethed with killers both living and dead.” Tom Imura – it’s been a long time since i've loved a character this much. tom?? tom is 30 years old, he's loving, he survives, he is a specialist. most importantly, tom has kept his morals. he is deep and soulful and will KICK. SOME. ASS. The Imura brothers, Tom and Benny, are fantastic characters that had me in a CHOKEHOLD throughout the entire book. benny is naive and young and snarky and sarcastic and mouthy but he has a good heart, and he's brave and he's strong and he's somewhat a smart guy. yes, that’s my boy, getting his first bokken and killing his first zombie!! i love tom. he's the kind of guy that has your back. his yoda teachings are impressive and thought provoking that can make even benny’s brain not so smooth. not all thoughts fall off like water. going back to Tom, he's kick ass, compassionate, clever, smart, witty, and brother banter is my favorite between these two. PLEASE CHECK IT OUUTTT

[eddiessweetheart86]

Waiting for a Girl Like You

Summary: You (AFAB/She/Her pronouns) meet Eddie Munson at a college party and hit it off

Warnings: Unprotected P in V sex (PLEASE BE SAFE!!), language, physical fighting (brief), drugs (weed), smoking (weed and cigarettes) Let me know if I missed anything:)

Just a short story that came to me while I was at work lol

I hope you enjoy! I will be working on a part 2!

~

You are at a college party during Thanksgiving break 1985. It is quite lackluster, just people drinking and being idiots, but that’s parties for you. Somehow many high school students infiltrated, so you were being stalked by horny teenage boys that you had no interest in considering you’re 20 years old and have standards.

You told Steve that you need to go get some air and wave a cigarette in his face, you give him a smile with your tongue out and made your way through the rowdy crowd of people.

Outside in the backyard there were only about ten people, some sitting and talking on the grass and others making out on picnic blankets or lettermen jackets.

You light your cigarette and walk to the side of the frat house so your view isn’t a live porno movie and see someone lying on their back on the ground. You rush to them, landing roughly on your knees.

You put out the cigarette on the bottom of your boot and let your arms hover over the unconscious boy’s shoulders, debating if you should shake him.

His hair was curly and long, loose bangs on his forehead. His skin was pale, very pale and his mouth was slightly open.

He overdosed, oh shit! Goddamn jiminy fuckface! you thought. You put two fingers to his neck to check for a pulse.

Then he opens his eyes and screams in terror directly in your face, causing you to shriek and fall back onto your butt, catching yourself with your elbows.

“What the fuck!” you yell “I thought you were dead!”

“No!” He says as if he answered a stupid question

“You looked pale! Like— like some dying Victorian child!”

“I’m just white!”

“Jesus Christ! You bag of— bitch!” you say and grab another cigarette from your skirt pocket.

The boy laughs at your distressed demeanor.

“So funny, right! I love scaring innocent women too!” You say sarcastically

“This is just really good shit” He says reaching for a cigarette case next to his torso.

“Looks like it” You say annoyed. You’re still trying to compose yourself, shaking so bad that you can’t light your cigarette.

The boy grabs your lighter and lights it for you, making tense eye contact as he does it. His eyes sparkle in the moonlight and the temporary flash from the lighter makes them look more seductive. You take a puff and exhale out of the side of your mouth, away from his face.

“Shit, where are my manners?” He says extending his hand “I’m Eddie. Munson. If you already know me… no you don’t”

You laugh at his comment and also because he wants to shake hands. Who does that anymore?

You take his hand and shake “Okay Mr. President” you joke “I’m Y/N”

“Oh please, Mister President is my father” he says and waves his hand like a debutante

You both laugh, not breaking eye contact. You bite the inside of your cheek and then finally say “Can I have some?”, motioning to his cigarette case.

You both lie on the grass, he puts his red flannel under your head so your hair does not get grass or leaves in it. You pass the freshly lit joint, talking about topics ranging from music to movies to astrophysics, which he knows a lot about. After only talking to this boy for 10 minutes you were already a goner. He’s so funny and smart and witty and absolutely gorgeous.

You talk about how annoying high school horn-dogs are and how one named Andy has been trying to get in your pants for months.

“Andy such an asshole. All of them are. Especially Jason, he’s not here, thank fuck”

“Jason? I don’t think I’ve ever met him. How do you know him?”

“We… go to school together”

You sit up quickly “What? You said you’re turning 20 next week?”

“Yeah” He says with an embarrassed tone

“So you’re a 20 year old senior? In high school?”

“Well when you say it like that it makes it sound like… the truth” He mumbles sadly

“No, I don’t mean it in a rude way… it’s just that… you’re really smart. Like, you just explained Hawking Radiation to me while high. To be honest, it sounded like you were speaking the same language that the adults in Charlie Brown speak… but it was hot” you blush

Eddie, still lying down on his back, blushes too, not that you can see, but you can tell, you can feel that he is.

“It’s interesting stuff. And I just can’t focus too well in school. Plus, the teachers hate me and treat me like shit, so why go?”

“Eddie… you can’t keep failing. You need to pass this year. You know what, let me tutor you! I was a straight A student”

Eddie chuckles “Sweetheart, I won’t be able to focus if you were my tit— tutor”

You playfully push his shoulder

Eddie sits up, leaning back on his palms “You’re really beautiful” he says dreamily

“So are you” You say looking nervously fiddling with the black fabric of your skirt

“Can I… kiss you?” He asks

“It’s ‘may I’ Mr. Munson” you joke and lean into him.

He puts one hand on the back on your head and the other lightly on your waist. You have one hand on his thigh and the other on his chest. You slowly lean him back and throw your leg around him so you’re straddling him. The whole time you do not break away from each other. He hold your waist and grinds you into his clothed erection, which you can feel through your panties.

You pull away from him and slip your panties off. Then you unbuckle his belt, pull down his pants a little and reveal his huge, curved dick.

You go back up to his face and kiss his neck, making your way up to his lips. As you do this you’re stroking his cock, gently touching it to your entrance.

Since the second you lied down next to him you’ve been soaking wet, this is what you’ve been waiting for.

Eddie slides in, slowly, inch by inch, and there are a lot inches. You both moan into each other’s mouths the deeper he goes.

When he is seated all the way inside you, you sit up and lean back, arching your back and putting your hands on his thighs. You begin to roll your hips on his, letting out a soft moan with each thrust. You’ve never felt so much emotion during sex, you wanted to see him come inside you. You wanted to make him feel good and if you didn’t climax you would honestly not care.

Eddie’s hands are up your shirt, squeezing your tits.

Eddie is so close to finishing but he doesn’t want you to think he’s just another amateur high school boy.

“Fuck… Eddie, I’m close” You moan as you bounce on his cock

Now that you said that there is no going back for Eddie Munson

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, Y/N I’m—“

“Yes! Cum in me! Yes!” You squeal

Eddie groans, finishing inside you. You follow with a few deep thrusts, your orgasm erupts from your pelvis then your thighs and throughout your whole body. When you finally finish you stop moving and fall onto his chest, both catching your breath.

“I’m sorry… that was… so quick” he says

“No! It was incredible! Fuck it was incredible!” You say with a big grin

Eddie smiles and gives you a quick kiss on your lips. You roll off of him and onto the grass, he tucks himself back into his underwear and pants as you put your panties back on

“Are you… do you wanna clean up?” He asks

“No” you smirk “I wanna walk around with your cum inside me for the rest of the night” you plant a huge kiss on his lips

“Fuck, sweetheart” he says slapping his hand to his heart

You go back to the party and Steve is making out with some girl so you continue the rest of the night talking to Eddie.

“Hey, he bothering you?” Andy asks you, pointing at Eddie. You can see Chance and the rest of the goons laughing and watching from the kitchen

You rolls your eyes and open your mouth to tell him to leave you alone but Eddie beats you to it

“Fuck off, Andy” Eddie says

“Woah! I wasn’t talking to you freak” he spits

“Andy! Can you leave me the fuck alone! I’m not gonna sleep with you!” You yell

He stares at you, eyes angry, and then turns to Eddie “Hey man, sorry. She may look like a whore but those legs are closed tighter than—“

Before you can even react Andy is on the floor and Eddie grabs your hand and runs off.

You run out the door out, passing Steve on the way out, and run down the street to his van. He opens the drivers door and ushers you in. You crawl into the passenger seat and he starts the car. He’s fast at making a getaway.

Andy and Chance are just standing on the porch, not even running towards the van.

You and Eddie flip your middle fingers up and smile, then he swiftly drives away, both of you laughing like maniacs after a heist.

~

The next morning you wake up to your phone ringing. Eddie is next to you in your bed.

You reach over Eddie and say a groggily “Hello?”

“Hey did you get home safely?” Steve asks on the other end

“Obviously”

“Okay, fuck my kindness then”

You laugh “I’m fine, Steve. You?”

“I’m good. So… is the long-haired delinquent in the room with us right now?”

“Bye Steve” You say and hang up as he laughs at himself

Eddie groans when you lean back over him to put the phone back

“Hey Eddie” you whisper and shake him awake

“Yeah” Eddie croaks

“You have to go home. My mom would freak if she sees I brought a guy home”

Eddie rushes to put his clothes on and then goes out the window

“When can I see you again?” He asks

“I’ll see. Here” You grab a pen and write your phone number on his hand “This is my dorm room phone. I’ll be there tonight”

“Maybe we can meet up?” Eddie suggests

“We’ll see. They’re kinda strict about non-students being in the buildings” you kiss him on the lips and pull away to look into his deep brown eyes “See you later, Mr. Munson”

“See ya later” He says and runs off to his van

He gets into his van and speeds away. On the way home he can feel his heart in his throat as he thinks of you, and he can’t help but smile. “Waiting for a Girl Like You” by Foreigner comes on the radio, but instead of switching it off, as he usually does, Eddie blasts it and screams along to the few lyrics he knows.

Eddie Munson is hopelessly in love. And the best part is that he’s not scared.

~

You go into the bathroom and draw yourself a bath, even though you already took a shower last night after coming home, you just want to relax and think about Eddie and your possible future as boyfriend and girlfriend.

The next day Eddie swings open the doors to the drama club room, where they hold their DnD campaigns. He’s smiling like an idiot as Mike, Dustin, Gareth and Jeff stare at him.

“Mike and gentlemen!” He says putting on foot on his throne like a nobleman about to get his portrait drawn “I… did it!”

The room is silent

“Liar!” Gareth yells

“Throw tomatoes at him!” Mike yells

Jeff pulls a whole tomato out of his lunchbox, but Mike, very confused, stops him from throwing it.

“I’m not lying, dickwads. You’re looking at a man now. I have officially lost my virginity and I feel… relaxed”

Jeff tilts his head and squints, practically having a staring contest with Eddie.

“He’s telling the truth” Jeff says assuringly

The whole room erupts in cheers and Gareth puts his arm around Eddie and shakes him around

“Who is she?” Dustin asks

“You wouldn’t know her. She’s in college” He says with a smug tone, he leans forward and whispers “And she’s… filthy”

The boys laugh

Eddie leans over the Gareth and whispers to him about you walking around with his cum in your panties, causing Gareth’s eyes to nearly bulge out of his head and his jaw to go slack.

“What?” Jeff yells. Eddie turns to Jeff and whispers the same thing, getting the same reaction.

“Hey tell us!” Dustin says motioning between him and Mike

“No way! It’s too dirty for your child brains”

“We’re 14” Mike says

“Exactly” Eddie retorts

“Oh come on! I wanna know!” Dustin says

“No, it’s so bad!” Jeff says laughing and poking Gareth

“Yeah, if I had a wife and she did that…” Gareth says letting out a quick exhale to emphasize his over-exaggerated shock “She can put a leash on me too if she wants”

Jeff, Eddie and Gareth burst into laughter

“Tell us!” Mike begs

“Okay, okay! Let’s just say I finished the race but she kept the prize… in her panties… all night”

“Oh my god!” Dustin and Mike both say in unison and in disgust

Dustin rubs his eyes, as if it’ll reset his brain.

“Dude! That’s disgusting!” Mike says

“Disgusting? Or amazing?” Jeff asks

“Disgusting!” Dustin yells “He said disgusting!”

~

Meanwhile, you’re sitting on the couch, suitcase in hand, rolling it back and forth mindlessly because your mom is demanding that you wait for your brother to get home so you could say your goodbyes.

The front door opens quickly and in walks your kid brother.

“Dusty! Your sister is about to leave, give her a hug!” Your mom says

“Mom she lives like 10 minutes away” Dustin groans

“10 minutes too far!” She says hugging you tightly and squeezing your cheeks like your a baby

She pulls away and you pull your suitcase with you towards Dustin

“Bye, stupid” you say

“Y/N!” your mom says as she makes her way to grab the camera

“Sorry. Bye Dustin” you pat his shoulder and walk past him

“Bye, Y/N. Make good choices.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask softly

“I heard a boy in your room last night, Mary Magdalene” Dustin responds slyly

“No you didn’t” you say through gritted teeth

“Smile!” Your mom says running back in

You and Dustin put on half-ass smiles and your mom snaps the photo

“Mom, the cat!” You say pointing to Tews who is lying adorably on his back. She squeals when she sees him. You flip Dustin off and he does the same while your mom is turned around taking a picture of the cat

“Mom! Dustin flipped me off!” You yell, quickly putting your finger down

“Dustin!” She whips back around

“Bye mom!” You yell and walk out the door

“Bye sweetie!” She waves “Dustin don’t ever—“

The last thing you hear before closing the door is Dustin fighting for his life.