#and decided to freak out a bunch of teenagers that were just walking in

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P!Yandere!Pines Family x GN!Teenager!Reader

[PLATONIC] a continuation to this! decided to just make them all yanderes cuz y not lol errmm just subtle ykwim... i'm not proofreading all this so just have my draft

warnings: staring, violence, alcoholics, abuse, blood, implied murder. woah intense

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"Then I saved Ford by slicing its eye! You should have seen it!"

You laughed, settling down from your dramatic gestures that you've been making throughout the entire dinner. The entire Pines family watched you in awe, especially Dipper and Mabel, easily captivated by your personality and story.

"Yes, well, they certainly saved my life," Ford chuckled as he fed himself a spoonful of food.

"You have to stop lettin' kids save your life so much," Stan scoffed.

Dipper grabbed a book out of nowhere, clicking his pen in preparation—

"No writing at the dinner table! We talked about this!" Stan called out, earning a sheepish smile from Dipper who immediately drops the book on the ground.

"But what did the monster look like?" Dipper stammered, eventually turning to you with a curious look on his face. He looked eager to learn more. That's what you can tell anyway, if you remove his reddened face, which is most likely from embarrassment.

Mabel, who sat across from you, leaned towards you with the biggest smile on her lips. You grinned back to return her energy. "Bet it was super gross! Was there a lot of blood?! Blaarrrgghhh!!!"

"No gross sounds at the table, pumpkin!" Even Stanley felt like he's tired of his own voice. This is him trying his best to not let you be uncomfortable. Well, he supposed you and his brother brought up the story in the first place.

Speaking of, why were you even here? Ford came back in the mystery shack after missing for a day, only to bring a random teen with him. It's a good thing he cooked extra since he thought Soos was coming over.

But he needed answers fast.

"Ford," Stan whispered firmly, catching his brother's attention. Tilting his head, he tried to signal him to move out, but someone interrupted them before they could do anything.

"Hey! No sneaking out the dinner table!" Mabel exclaimed, pointing a fork at her grunkles.

Stanley stood up and Ford followed his actions. They were already heading out the door with Stan holding his twin's wrist. "Well, sweetheart, VERY REASONABLE EXCUSE!"

As soon as they were out of sight, you and the other kids exchanged looks.

"He did say it's reasonable."

"Yeah, I can live with that."

... You snorted. "You guys are a funny bunch. He literally said the excuse, and you let him go just like that? You must trust each other a lot."

"You have no idea, stranger, you have no idea," Mabel laughed. "Sorry, what was your name again?"

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Meanwhile, deep inside the mystery shack, where they were sure there'd be no eavesdropping happening...

"You let the kid stay here without telling their parents?!"

Stanley was freaking out. Yet, he really shouldn't be surprised Ford would do this. Ironically, poindexter would even criticize his behavior, his grunkle methods! How ridiculous is this whole thing, huh?!

"It's more complicated than that! Look, I know this sounds bad—"

"It does!" Stan yelped, his hands clenching. "Their parents must be so worried! And we can't just let them—"

"No, no, Stanley, walk with me here," Ford said, placing his hands on his brother's shoulders. "It's their parents that are the problem."

A few deep breaths from Stan. Alright, okay. This is making more sense now.

"We'll take them to their house first thing in the morning," Ford explained. "Let's see what we'll do from there."

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"I hope my drawing isn't too bad," you chuckled, giving the journal back to Dipper. His eyes skimmed over your illustration of the monster you killed. "It doesn't match yours and Mabel, but..."

"Are you kidding?! It's perfect! Thank you!" Dipper beamed, writing more notes down the rest of the page.

From above, Mabel had her legs folded over the ceiling wood of the house. You looked up and made eye contact, as much as you can anyway. She's upside down.

"Hi! How old are you again?"

How did she even get up there, you wonder. You glanced around, smiling when you realized, and worked your way up.

They stared at you in awe when you climbed right next to Mabel's side. Now you're hanging upside down too. "Cool tricks, Mabel. Hope you don't mind me copying you?"

She doesn't respond, starstrucked. Glancing at Dipper, his jaw was also on the floor.

"Uhhh," you awkwardly smiled, "But I just turned sixteen! You guys are turning thirteen, right?"

"You're the coolest," Mabel whispered, dragging a hand across your face. Okay. That's a bit weird, but it's welcome.

"Thanks," you grinned, manually removing her hand from your face. You looked down at Dipper again. "Hey, Dipper, what time is it?"

He scrambled around and grabbed a watch from somewhere. "Uh, nine o' clock."

"Nine?!" your sudden outburst caused you to fall to the carpet, a pained groan leaving your lips. At least you managed to drop skillfully. "Oh, that hurt."

"Are you okay?!" Dipper rushed to your side, offering a comforting hand on your back.

"Yeah, I just," you paused. "It's nine already? My parents are gonna kill me, man. I gotta go home."

"What!!"

Mabel also dropped down from her outburst, but her landing isn't painful as yours, because you caught her in time. She gazed at you from your arms, stars forming in her eyes.

"Woah. You have fast reflexes!" she squealed as you gently put her down.

Dipper shook his head. "But you can't go home this late at night. Didn't you say you're from outside of Gravity Falls?"

You crossed your arms, pondering. "Yeah, but... Okay, wait, where's Ford?"

Footsteps followed your words. All of you turned to the doorway, seeing the older set of Pines twins. It's kind of amazing, really, you rarely saw twins and this family has two pairs.

"Oh, there you are!" you grinned, walking over to him. Ford blinked at you. "I'm sorry, dude, but I think I overstayed my welcome. I'll go ahead and—"

"Eh, nah," Stanley chimed in, earning your attention, "It's too dark for ya to go out. Let's take you home tomorrow, yeah?"

"But-"

"No butts, they're for sitting," he continued, gently pushing you down on his recliner. You sat down, albeit confused. "Think of it as a sleepover. That's fun, right kids?"

Mabel skipped to your view, an eager grin on her face. "Yeah! We can paint your nails and everything!"

"While I'll show you more of the journals," Dipper beamed, showing one of them to you.

Their ideas were nice, it truly was, but the circumstances are concerning. You couldn't help the frown forming on your lips. They all noticed.

Ford stepped in between them, kneeling and offering you a smile. "Don't worry, kiddo. We'll take good care of you 'til morning. I'm sure your parents will understand."

"I guess I can't really do anything about it," you muttered, eventually accepting the situation. You stood up with a grin. "Okay! Who wants to be unaware of me stealing cool stuff here?!"

"I do!" Mabel screamed, only to pause. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah," Stan squinted, "What?"

You hummed, suddenly behind him, and stared at Stanley's wallet. Ford shook his head at you. "You have a very alarming number of IDs. Is this normal? Then again, you're old."

A laugh left Stan as he took back his wallet from you. "Oh, you got some gift, kid. Didn't even hear or feel you take it!"

"I can teach you," you smiled.

"Please don't," Dipper groaned.

"No need," Stan snorted. "We can pickpocket the whole world together!'

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"This journal is amazing! And Ford wrote this? Seriously, no wonder why he was so smart!"

You flipped the book page by page, your jaw dropped the whole time. Sure, a while ago, you saw one page, but only because Dipper told you to draw on it. You didn't expect a whole research surrounding Gravity Falls!

"Interesting enough for you to visit Gravity Falls more often?" Dipper chuckled as he watched you.

"Woah," you smiled, "You like my company that much, Dipper? Don't you have any friends here— oh shoot, wait, I didn't mean—"

A ghost of a frown spread through his face. Why did you have to ask that?! You were just projecting if you had to be honest, but still!!!

"Sorry, that was insensitive," you blurted, closing the book and focusing all your attention on him. "I only said that because I feel that way. I know, that's pretty lame."

He looked surprised. "Really? But you're so cool?"

"Some people think I'm weird is all. But thanks for finding me cool, Dip," you laughed, glancing at Mabel who was snoring. "I find you and your sister cool too. A lot, actually. So it's nice to know you both like me."

Dipper sniffed. "Man. Ditto."

You grabbed a blanket and placed it over Mabel's body, making sure she's covered head to toe. She snuggled up to it unconsciously.

"Welp, bed time," you murmured, reaching for another one. You stretched the blanket, letting Dipper be able to invite himself in. "Come on."

He happily accepted, nestling his head next to your shoulder. Mabel followed him, her head tilting to your chest.

You slept, content.

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You woke up, disturbed.

The first thing you saw after sleeping is Dipper and Mabel staring at you in silence. As soon as you noticed them, they scrambled away from you and tried to act natural.

Yet, you couldn't forget the small glimpse of their faces. Wide-eyed, a bit of judgment, but most of all, solemn.

Before you could question them, Dipper yelled, "Grunkles! They're awake!"

You winced from the volume of his voice, having just woken up. He immediately apologized to you, but it's all good.

"Visit us again soon! Byeee!"

The next thing you know, you're in the backseat of a car with Stanley next to you. He was pouting, arms crossed.

"This is literally my car. I can't believe it! You won't even let me drive my own car?" he sneered at Ford who sat on the driver's seat.

Ford rolled his eyes. "I can't have you get in trouble by driving again. Think of the kid."

While driving to your address is certainly much faster than walking, it still took a while. You managed to fall asleep, tilting your head on Stan's shoulder. It seemed that you're not alone in being unconscious, because he snored loudly.

Glancing at the mirror, Ford simply exhaled.

You're here.

He parked in front of your house.

Ford nudged Stan awake, who poked you awake next.

You stood up drowsily, holding Stan's hand while walking up to your house. Ford took the lead and knocked on your front door.

To both grunkles' disappointment, things get messy.

Both your parents, drunk, loudly told them off and took you away roughly from Stan. Tears leaked out of your eyes, saying countless apologies to the Pines twins and your parents.

Without much of a fight, Ford forcibly grabbed you back, carrying your body with one arm. He looked at Stan who placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Psst, I'll handle this," Stanley murmured in the midst of your father yapping nonsense. Maybe the professional con-man can knock some sense into your deadbeat parents.

Ford took you back to the car. You sobbed relentlessly, whispering the most saddening things he wished to unhear. He hugged you tightly, muttering sweet nothings until you fell asleep.

After a long while, Stan finally came back.

His eyes were wide. He was shaking.

"I didn't mean to. They started it—I had no choice!"

Gazing down, Ford realized Stan's hands were covered in blood. He swallowed the thickness in his throat.

"...I'll help you clean it up."

[lovebugism]

Spoooooky request, what if the gang went to a haunted house and everyone made fun of reader for being scared, but Steve holds her hand and walks with her 👻

thanks for requesting angel! i switched it up a bit and did a sort of second part to this fic! you def don't have to read it but it'll give some context :D — you're still getting used to the world post-vecna, but it's easier with steve holding your hand

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The haunted house off Fifth Street looks strangely familiar. Two stories, faded cornflower paint job, boarded up windows. It looks like a dollhouse from hell. It looks like the goddamn Creel House. It’s like some kind of sick joke.

It didn’t take Hawkins very long to recover from last spring. Mostly because it was just an earthquake to everyone else. No one died, nothing was ruined beyond repair. To the rest of the town, it was just a minor natural disaster — an inconvenience more than anything.

No one knows that a thirteen-year-old girl killed the monster trying to end the world. No one knows that the local freak nearly died saving a bunch of teenagers. No one knows that one song, one heavy metal guitar, and one good memory just narrowly saved your life. 

It’s secrets all of you are gonna have to keep for the rest of your lives. It weighs you down accordingly.

“Am I crazy, or is that…?” Robin trails off, freckled chin tilted towards the velvet blue sky as she gapes at the artificially rotted house. It glows a sickly green color on the outside. The windows light up red every now and then, in time with the screams echoing from the upper story.

“Yeah,” Nancy answers, breathless and equally dumbfounded. “I think it is.”

A beat of silence falls over the group of you. It doesn’t feel so heavy with the surrounding chatter. The crowd continues to bustle around you on the street, falling over themselves with laughter and lingering fright. They have no idea the ghost story they grew up with nearly destroyed the world.

The bitter realization makes your chest ache. Steve seemingly understands this and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. You wonder if he can feel the way you tremble.

Eddie scoffs a cynical laugh from the other side of you. A pink, sadistic grin tugs at his lips, almost as wild as his curls billowing in the autumn breeze. “It’s basically kismet then, huh?”

Steve shoots the boy a half-hearted glare, then deflates because he realizes he can’t really be mad about it. Those damn demobats might’ve taken a pound of flesh from his stomach, but it’s nowhere near the feast they made out of Munson.

“C’mon on, dude,” he murmurs quietly with a subtle nod down at you.

“What?” Eddie snorts. “If I don’t laugh bout it, I’ll start crying, so… Take your pick, man.”

Steve wants to tell him that there’s no shame in crying. That he’s done it plenty of times since the fall of ’84. He’s cried for you, for himself, for the kids who will never get to be kids again. He figures it’s better than letting it all build up until you damn near explode. 

But now’s probably not the best time for that talk. Or any time, really. He’ll get you to get all serious and sappy with Eddie about that another time, just like you did for him.

“I’m gonna, uh— I’m gonna go get the tickets,” Jonathan murmurs with his usual Byers mumblings. 

He wasn’t around for the whole Vecna ordeal — just the weird shit in California and the secret lair thing in Nevada. He feels like he can be a bit braver about the whole thing for the four of you.

Nancy brushes a kiss to the boy’s cheek before he leaves. She does that a lot now, with Jonathan and all the rest of you. She always feels like she needs to say a proper goodbye and I love you whenever someone leaves. Just in case the world decides to end again.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Steve mutters to you, gaze twinkling with sincerity but stern still. “You know that, right?”

He knows that you know, but he feels the need to say it anyway. Mostly because he knows you were already scared of most things before everything went to shit. You’ve always been delicate, tender, like an open wound. Now, you can’t step outside without shaking. You’re always shuddering with the distant fear that the curse might return and no one will be there to save you.

Steve knows this, too. That’s why he holds so ardently to your trembling hand. It’s a silent reminder that he’s there, that he won’t let anything happen to you again, that he’ll always be around to save you when you need him.

“Oh, my god,” Robin groans, eyes wide and head tilted back. “Leave her alone, Steve! She’s fine!”

You know she’s just trying to be supportive. She thinks Steve’s coddling you because you’re quiet — that he’s sticking up for you because he thinks you can’t stick up for yourself. 

He is. And you can’t. But still, she’s only trying to help.

Steve looks to his left to glare at her. They seem to communicate telepathically for a moment. His eyes soften again when he turns back to you. His deep cinnamon gaze swims with a honeyed concern, a silent “Are you fine?”

You nod. “I’m okay,” you tell him, mustering a soft smile that wavers at the edges.

He doesn’t believe you, not completely, but he doesn’t press it any further.

Jonathan returns with the ticket stubs. They’re black and blood red. You take the one he gives you with hesitant, clammy hands. He seems to notice how terrified you are without you having to say a single goddamn word.

“I’m not a huge fan of these things either,” he confesses with a thin-lipped smile. A light-hearted way of telling you that you’re not alone in the fear you keep hidden (very poorly hidden, you figure).

You smile back at him, but it doesn’t quite meet your eyes. 

Your fingers fidget with the paper stub — maybe a distraction for yourself or maybe to hide how you’re too anxious to stay still. Steve figures it’s a bit of both. ‘Cause he knows you too well and not a thing gets by him. There’s nothing about you that he doesn’t notice.

He turns to face you completely while everyone else gets their ticket. He keeps his wedged between his middle and forefinger as his hands curl around the outsides of your elbows. He’s serious, but still soft — gentle, but still firm. 

“Babe—”

“Stevie,” you interject with a similar tone. “I’m okay.”

“You heard her, Stevie. She’s fine!” Robin retorts, curling her maroon-tinted lips into a smirk. She scoffs out a laugh and gestures up to the fake haunt across the street. “This shit is basically for kids. No one’s dying here, alright?”

You know what she’s doing. She’s sticking up for you and taking the piss out of her best friend at the same time. It’s nothing new — hell, it’s her favorite hobby. She’s got your back now the same way she had it in that house last spring. 

But still, her words sting a little.

Because she’s right. This place is for kids. And you still feel a bit like you’re dying.

Steve knows this, too. He knows everything about you. Even the stuff you wish he didn’t.

His sneakers scuff against the pavement when he turns to Robin. His eyes narrow in a challenging squint as he crosses his arms over his chest. He doesn’t look quite as intimidating as usual in his fluffy, cable-knit sweater. 

“Well, you know what? I’m scared, actually. I don’t wanna do it, okay? You got me, Rob.”

The girl grins something cynical. She shakes her head all slow, like she’s just caught him in some kind of lie. “I knew it. You little baby.”

Steve lets her tease him. It’s not like he isn’t used to it by now. He just rolls his eyes and bears it, lets her laugh about it with the rest of the group as they head towards the haunted house. 

You watch with an attentive gaze while they head inside, flinching softly when you hear a thunderous boom and the sound of their screaming a second later. It leaves you secretly grateful that you hadn’t gone in behind them. 

A wavering sigh tumbles from your lips, a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Steve exhales a gentle laugh from beside you. He smooths a wide palm up your spine and down again. He leans over to press the side of his hip against yours.

You cross your arms over your chest to make yourself as small as possible while you glance over at the boy beside you. You look at him so far beneath your lashes you’re basically peering at him from the corner of your eye.

“Thank you,” is all you say. It’s all you need to say.

Steve shrugs with a plush, crooked grin. “’S okay. I know you’re too sweet to say no, so…”

“I wanted to do it,” you confess, clearing your throat when your voice breaks.

“I know.”

“I guess I’m not… as used to everything as I thought.”

“I know,” Steve repeats. His hand curls around your waist and makes a home in the very center of it. He pulls you closer with the urge to melt into you. His brows raise, eyes sparkling when his smile widens. “But that’s why I’m here, though, right? We’re gonna get better together.”

You nod up at him, smiling more sincerely now. 

Arms still crossed, your hands ball into fists to fight the urge to smooth a hand through his hair — to push back the rogue chestnut strands hanging over his forehead.

You hesitate, so he beats you to the draw. He swipes a golden hand over his head right before he leans down to kiss you. 

He smacks a sweet peck to your smile. A bright light flashes with another thunderous boom a moment later. You flinch and pull back. You swear you hear Eddie screaming, “jesus fucking christ!” from the upper story. You forget to be scared.

You didn’t think it was possible. The whole getting better thing.

Steve makes you feel like could be.

[spookykoolkat]

always mine, forever - e.m.

main masterlist

pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader

summary: hosting a movie night for you and all of your friends was the least stressful part of it all. the thing that worried you the most was how you were going to function with eddie the freak munson sleeping downstairs, the man you'd crushed on for the longest. what happens when eddie is the last one awake after everyone's gone to bed?

warnings: MDNI!!!!!! 18+ ONLY! minors r not welcome! (eddie is 20, reader is 19), mentions of mutual pining, harmless flirting, talks of body image, oral sex (f receiving), foreplay (fingering), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie/breeding, dirty talk, long buildup (lots of words.), virgin!reader, just filth and a bit of fluff? ENJOY!!!

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You agreed to being the host for movie night slash sleepover, so as you got everything ready for the group of teenagers spending the night in your home, you managed to pull out sheets, blankets and pillows for everyone to choose from. it was just going to be the older teens, the kids were sleeping over at Max's house, and in the morning we all decided to meet there to go out on the town together.

It was nice, having a small family consisting of everyone who witnessed the monstrosities that happened over the last four years. It was going to be you, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Argyle, Robin, and Eddie, bunched up in a house that only held two long couches and a blow up bed. You warned everyone it might be tight but compared to everyone else's living spaces, it was the ideal sleepover spot.

You were honestly a little nervous having everyone here tonight, specifically Eddie. It wasn't like there was an obvious attraction between you two, hell you felt closer to everyone else but Eddie. He tried though, he did whatever it took to at least get a word out to you, or to acknowledge however he could. You knew who Eddie was, and frankly your aesthetic clashes hard with his.

Though you loved punk bands, you were more into the goth scene, but you listened to everything. You enjoyed creepy things, gorey movies, but you also had a bubbly side to you that usually overpowered everything else. While you drank and smoked, you didn't do it as much as everyone else and they never pressured you either. You or Robin would end up as the designated drivers, posing as the mothers of the group. You didn't like to not feel like yourself, so only on occasion did you smoke or drink.

Everyone respected it, including Eddie, which you enjoyed. he enjoyed the different aesthetics everyone had, but took a peculiar interest in yours. He kind of studied you, especially since you weren't someone who he would talk to under any other circumstance.

The beauty of the horrors that happened in Hawkins brought people together, even the oddest of combinations.

But Eddie. You knew how Eddie was even before you guys talked. He was one of the outcasts that truly didn't give a fuck that he was the outcast.

He took pride in that, and also didn't fight the generational cycle of being classified as a fuck up. He was a douchebag to everyone else, including your friends, except for you.

You heard the asshole comments that would come out of his mouth, his smart ass retorts, his sarcasm, but he never did that with you. You sort of started feeling something for him during the end of freshman year. You would secretly go to the area he and his friends would play, just to listen to the music. You were too nervous to be the girl that walks up to anyone first, let alone Eddie.

He intimidated you honestly, the rings and the metal music, his punk rock aesthetic. You had every reason to believe there was no way he'd even look your way, he didn't see like the type to love all types of women. You kept telling yourself that nobody truly liked fat girls, no one really finds us attractive. There's no way Eddie Munson would even look at you as anything more than a mere friend, or even friend of a friend.

But he did.

Eddie couldn't risk the truth when you first came into the group, he couldn't risk anyone knowing that he'd been crushing on you since freshman year. It was like clockwork, Eddie never failed to fall so hard for someone who didn't even look his way.

But he saw you, and the things that drew you to him was the fact that you dressed as you pleased, spoke how you wanted, and that it seemed to him you didn't know he existed. What was your issue? He would think to himself every time he thought maybe he'd catch you looking at him at least once.

Eddie felt he could not be a man without seeing your beauty. That any man who overlooked you was simply not a man, but a boy. The high school girls who made fun of your weight, the boys who snickered close enough for you to hear, just so you know that they think you look ridiculous, he saw everything, and he absolutely hated it.

He couldn't even fathom how anyone could take a look at you and decide you were ugly because of your weight. Or ugly in general. Eddie wanted to force them to see you, to see what everyone was missing out on, what he was missing out on.

"Maybe get some clothes that fit, fat ass." Basketball players, football players, the jocks, hell even the nerds.

"You're just mad cause you can't make it past the cheeks, asshole," you would retort. It didn't bother you the way it bothered Eddie.

It caused him to feel this certain rage, that someone could be so comfortable commenting on someone's body, but especially yours. He thought you were perfect. Eddie genuinely believed you could do no wrong, even if you hurt him a million times and more.

As you set up the DVDs on your TV mantle, you heard the doorbell ringing and it made you glance at the clock. 5:00PM. You walked over to the door, opening it to see Nancy and Robin, smiling widely with their overnight bags in hand and plastic bags, insinuating they brought snacks or goodies for their small get together.

You greeted them with tight hugs, complimenting their looks and inviting them inside.

"Are we the only ones here?" Nancy asked and you nodded with your lips pressed into a thin line and she shook her head.

"Of course we are Nance, they're boys. Always a littleeeee bit behind." Robin said as she set her bags down on the couch, keeping her plastic bag and going into the kitchen, you and Nance following her.

"What'd ya bring me?" You said smiling, as you sat on the barstool in front of your kitchen island, Nancy on your side and Robin across from you.

"Well, I figured Ed would bring the weed so I brought booze. And sprite because well, you're a little princess who shall not be tainted by us, the bad influences." Robin said sarcastically, giving a playful smile to let you know she's just joking.

"Shut up Robin, I can get crazy if I wanted to." You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of the large bottles to examine.

"You? Get crazy?" Nance raised her eyebrows at you with a small smile, as in 'oh please.' You just smacked your lips and rolled your eyes.

"Yes! I can, watch." You say, almost like a bet to the girls.

"You don't have to, we're just joking." Robin replied, taking the bottle from you again.

"Well, I want to. I'm not driving and it's a Friday night." You replied, deciding to let loose a little tonight.

Before you could continue the conversation, the doorbell rings again followed by consistent obnoxious knocking. It's definitely the guys, so you go to open up the door and is greeted by 4 men, all taller than you, with dumb boyish grins on their faces. Eddie, being one of them is the first one to speak.

"Girl's night!!"

All the guys pour in and go to greet Nancy and Robin after greeting you, Eddie only pulling you in by the waist and hugging you. Robin eyed you from across the room.

"So, what's on the agenda tonight?" Steve asked, holding onto Nancy's waist as every starts situating themselves in the kitchen.

You watch as Eddie sits at the kitchen island and pulls out a tin lunchbox, unhooking it and taking out the bud, rolling papers, gar wraps, and lighters.

"Look, the pothead came prepared!" Robin joked, Eddie rolling his eyes at her.

"You know, I prefer to be referred to as a business man. I prioritize my clients, but friends come first! Plus, if it wasn't for everybody would be smoking dog shit in a rolling paper." He said proudly, not even looking at his fingers grinding the weed apart.

"No grinder man?" Argyle asked, almost tsking at him.

"What the hell is a grinder?" Nancy asked and looked at you. You just shrugged your shoulders and shook your head. You had no idea, or any knowledge behind marijuana.

"Not when I was born and blessed with nature's grinder," Eddie remarked, shimmying his fingers at him and smiling behind them.

"Anyways," You said, looking towards everyone.

"I'm thinking we can just watch movies, drink, smoke, play games—honestly I don't care we can do whatever." You said and they all agreed, smiling.

The playful banter continued, and it sparked more conversation amongst the group but you really weren't paying attention. You look over to Eddie to see his focused and kind of hunched over his work. You decided to walk over to him and sit down next to him, giving him a smile as he glanced up at you quickly.

"Whatchya doin'?" You sang in a tune, nodding your head towards the materials he has.

"Creating art," he exasperated, starting to sprinkle the green herb into something that looks like a small brown rectangle.

"Can I watch?" You ask, resting your chin on your knuckles.

"Making me a little nervous sweetheart, think I got performance anxiety," He said after seemingly poking a hole through the cigar wrap he was using.

"You? Eddie Munson? Performance anxiety?" You asked, pausing with every question.

"I can be.....how I am, and still be a bit shy when a pretty girl watches me do something I've done for years. Can't help it," He said shrugging. He was hoping that maybe by dropping hints you'd start to notice him more. But you did notice him. Always.

He started to tear small pieces of another cigar wrap and patching the hole up, acting as a surgeon.

You acknowledged all of his little tid-bits, his quirks, how his eyebrow sometimes twitches when he's focused or how when he's a little zoned out, his mouth hangs open slightly. You adored everything about the man sitting next to you and still for some reason you could not admit it, not even to Nancy or Robin.

"Didn't you have a band? It was like," You furrowed your eyebrows, digging for the memory of his music he played in during freshman year.

You tried to use it as a point of him being ridiculous for insinuating you make him nervous. Eddie looked up to you curiously before licking the wrap to seal it, and he couldn't even believe you knew he played music. He swore you never acknowledged him, or saw him how he saw you. He would walk by you on purpose, cutting corners to see you come out of class so he'd be in the hall the same time as you, and nothing.

What he didn't know was you stole small glances of him enough to not get caught. It was like you knew exactly when he was going to snap his head around to see who's eyes he felt on him, and you just pretended to act as if you weren't looking in his direction.

You listened to his conversations occasionally when he was loud enough, and believe he was loud.

When you looked back at him to finally prove you remembered the name, your mind went blank seeing him looking at you licking the blunt to finally smoke. He was just so attractive, so sexy, everything about his hands to his tattoos to his face, he was everything to you and he didn't know. You have always wanted to tell him, you constantly told yourself that the worst he'd do is reject you.

"It was, uh, Corroded Coffin, no? " You said slowly, and he sat back up from his crouched position, setting the blunt on the table.

"Yes. Yes it was. And still is! We perform still, small gigs but it's more than enough for me right now." He said proudly, beginning to roll again but with a white paper.

"What's the difference between them? Why is that one like paper?" You asked, nodding towards his paraphernalia scattered on your counter.

"Well you see," He starts, leaning into you while picking both the paper and the pre-rolled blunt.

"This one, it's actually a cigar. But, when you split that cigar and remove the contents of said cigar, also called the 'guts' of the cigar, you have something like this," and removes the blunt from the spotlight, raising the paper to glorify its presence.

"But, this is just paper. Made for things like weed or tobacco, but you roll regular tobacco in this paper it's just a cigarette. Roll your weed in this paper, it's a joint." He teaches, and you actually listen.

You truly weren't the most amazing student, you're getting by in high school, a solid B/C student. But, listening to Eddie just now you learned the difference between two things pertaining to something you don't even really do. You just loved to listen to Eddie talk, especially about things he loves and is passionate about.

Every tangent he went on, every venting episode he's had, every weird conversation about things that could or could not exist—you listened. You were fascinated by his words, his way of speaking, it was possible you could listen to his voice for hours.

"I see, so is the one used with the cigar also tobacco?" You asked, picking it up yourself from his fingers and examining it.

"Mmm, yeah it's a tobacco leaf that is used to smoke tobacco. But someone got creative and freaky and decided to try something else. You know, I always wanted to try to smoke out of like a plant. That'd be cool." He said, and you smiled and laughed a little as he bumped you with his shoulder.

"Now give it back before you hurt yourself." He jokes, taking it from you and you roll your eyes.

"Whatever, I'm a big girl I can handle myself." You rolled your eyes and rested your forearms on the cold marble slab.

"I'm sure you can sweetheart."

You just smiled, and bumped him back decided to sit and watch him roll this next one. Everyone sort of made their way around the house, everyone doing their own thing or settling in before everyone starts to drink and relax.

"Hey, can we order pizza?"

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It was 8pm by the time everyone settled down into the couches, picking A Nightmare On Elm Street to watch, two blunts being passed around as well as red solo cups on each person. Everyone was chatting, laughing, and overall feeling really good being all together in each others presence. Nancy and Steve sat in a pair, as well as Jonathan and Argyle, leaving you, Eddie and Robin on the other couch.

You sat on the side of the couch where the armrest was, Eddie sitting next to you, and Robin decided to sit in front of the couch rather than on the couch after the first death in the movie. You smiled at her childlike position, almost sitting directly in front of the TV. You got passed the blunt from Argyle, him saying something about how tight this strain of weed was, not really registering gin your head because to you, weed was weed.

"Blue dream, never heard of it?" A voice came from next to you as you breathed in the smoke, the THC coating your lungs.

"I thought it was just weed," You choked out, finally exhaling and pulling another drag, respecting the rules of the rotation.

Eddie watched as you inhaled the second puff, passing it to him and he grabbed it from between your fingers, lingering a little to graze your skin. Everyone already got comfortable, everyone sitting in their respective PJs. You, sitting in a pair of fluffy shorts with a black tank top, still tight and still making your tits sit pretty without a bra.

Eddie didn't go without noticing, especially when the room is dark and the only light is emulating from the TV and small lights hanging above it.

Eddie hit the blunt twice, passing it to Robin who reaches back to grab it.

"Let Eddie do his marijuana 101 class, again," he said, scooting a little closer with his blanket.

Now you noticed him, his long hair and his wide brown eyes that still seemed wide even after being high. Your eyes on the otherhand feel lazy, low and dazed, still searching his face for new features you never noticed. Like his small moles peppered in weird places, a small light one placed right on the cupids bow of his lip.

"A weed strain is basically just a classification of the plant's makeup. So what makes weed, weed. It's like when animals breed, if an animal bred with another species. If that makes sense. Honestly, I'm kind of stoned out of my mind so. Just know every strain is different, and I talk a lotttt when I'm high, so." He summed up, feeling a little embarrassed about his whispered rambling. Everyone else was glued onto the TV screen, the score of the movie louder than the two of you.

"Mm, so you're a weed know -it-all?" You teased, your legs bent sideways to get more comfortable into the couch.

"Something like that." he said, his tone not really lighthearted anymore. He was too distracted watching you. Maybe it was the weed, but he truly couldn't focus on anything but you.

The conversation ends there, leaving you to focus back on the screen as Freddy attacks again. But as Eddie scopes out the room, the only people even awake at this moment was you, Eddie, Argyle and Nancy.

Robin ended up falling asleep on the floor after you all finished the first blunt, Steve is laid up on Nancy as she bats her eyes open, visibly fighting her sleep, and Argyle is still puffing clouds as the second blunt starts to get smaller and smaller.

The room is smokey, a little claustrophobic but not noticeable through your high, and Argyle passes it back to you so you can take another two hits from it. While you smoke, your mind starts to drift to think about the guy sitting next to you in his guitar printed pajama pants and black t-shirt, his usual silver chain sitting on his sternum.

You were able to see most of him through your peripheral vision, his hands resting on his own lap, his chest rising and falling, and the way his legs are spread while he's slumped against the cushion now.

You thought about you and him being the only people in the room, crawling on top of him and letting your ass press against him. You wanted him in the dirtiest ways right now and you felt the weed and little bit of alcohol you drank in your system. You felt incredibly needy for him, thinking of sinful thoughts while he's right next to you. You felt crazy, almost silly, you wanted to laugh at yourself.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He whispered lowly, weed and vodka on his breath, still not enough to make you repulsed. You didn't notice you were completely staring at his lips and jaw, not until you shook your head slightly and smiled.

"Yeah, m' sorry, got distracted.": You confessed, shifting your legs to lay across his lap. You needed some sort of contact, you didn't care what it was. You knew it would never go further than this, so you're allowed to dwell in it a little more.

"I need to stretch, you don't mind?" Like he'd say yes.

"Not at all, stretch as you please ma'am." He grinned, placing his arms to rest on your shins as he passed the blunt in Nancys direction, when she decided to tap out. Eddie reached and handed it to Argyle, letting him finish whatever was left.

"Yo dudes... I'm.. stonedddd." Argyle whispered and laughed, making you giggle at his tolerance as if him and Eddie didn't have the highest tolerance of the group.

"Me too," You agreed, looking at Eddie who smiled with squinted eyes, nodding in agreement.

"I need to take a wazz. Be right back," Argyle said, getting him from his sat position next to Jonathan's sleeping figure and goig to the restroom.

You glanced over at Nancy, and sure enough she's passed out, leaning against Steve under a blanket. It was just you and Eddie. but no words were said. Your body wasn't facing the TV anymore, instead your body faced Eddie since your legs laid on his.

"You feel okay?" He asked, his large, warm hand going to rub your leg, squeezing occasionally. You almost squirmed, his touch sent a sense of energy through you, straight to your core.

"Yeah, yeah, I am. What about you? My legs aren't too heavy for you?" You teased, resting your head against the couch cushion next to you.

"Mm, you could never be too heavy for me sweetheart. Bet I could lift you up and carry you where you needed to go." He said, squeezing your calf. Eddie tip toed around you, never exposing his truth to you or anyone, but everyone saw it. Nancy saw, Robin saw, hell even the guys saw how crazy Eddie was for you.

"I wouldn't be so confident about that. I weigh waaaay more than Chrissy Cunningham, sir. The girls you've been with were easy to pick up, I might be a bit of a challenge." You teased, and you felt his hand inch up towards the thickness of your bare thighs. You didn't know how to tell him to stop unless he wanted you on top of him.

"I"m Eddie Munson, sweet girl. I never shy away from a challenge, even though picking you up wouldn't be a challenge for me." The real challenge was picking you up and not holding you against a wall so he can slide in and out of you.

"How did you know I slept with Chrissy? That was like, sophomore year." He asked, genuinely curious.

Because of social statuses, Chrissy wanted to put it to the side, she said some things just weren't meant for other peoples eyes. But it didn't stop her from coming around Eddie in public, it just made Eddie more weary about sleeping with her. He felt better with her as his friend rather than fuck buddy simply because, Chrissy wasn't his type. Physically yes, but emotionally, no. He thought she was gorgeous, but he couldn't keep his attention her, or any other girl for that matter.

There was only you.

"I think I paid more attention to you than you did me. I know I was like, in the shadows and shit, so I don't blame you for like, not noticing me. But yeah, I saw her hanging around you a lot and then well, word gets around in the girls' bathroom." You confessed, your eyes still on his as his hand rested on your thigh, closer to your knee.

"And what was this word that was getting around, hm?" he asked, moving one hand to run through his hair.

"That you and Chrissy were like, a thing. Or that you guys hooked up a lot. Things of that nature." You admitted, looking down at your fingers then glancing back at him.

There was a pause of silence, and you started to feel like maybe you overstepped. Who are you to comment on his sex life? You're just friends!

"I did notice you." he said, moving his body to lean into you more, scooting closer to you on the couch with your legs still on top of his thighs.

"You don't have to lie Eddie, if it wasn't for Nancy I don't think we'd even be talking right now." You said, noticing his close proximity now.

Before he could reply, Argyle comes out of the restroom yawning, the room still completely dark so you couldn't see Eddie staring at you intently.

"I'm soo sleepy my dudes, I think I'm gonna hit the sack." He said and you move your legs from Eddie's lap and stand up so they can all start to rearrange themselves. Everyone slowly starts to wake up, still stoned, but now passing each other pillows and blankets. Eddie on the other hand, is stuck.

"I will see you guys in the morning, I'll be in my room if anyone needs me. Goodnight," you said and they all lazily murmured goodnight in unison.

You could just feel Eddie's eyes burning into your back, until you disappear upstairs and enter your room. You practically throw yourself against the bed, immediately shutting your eyes and squeezing your legs. You inhale and exhale, then remove your shorts to get comfortable and crawling inside your blankets.

Eddie, was forced to sleep on the floor with Jonathan and Argyle. Steve and Nancy took the couch with the ottoman so they could both fit, and Robin refused to sleep on the floor so she took the other couch. But as everyone around him fell back asleep, Eddie's eyes stayed open.

He couldn't stop thinking about you, he couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he wanted you more than anything, even just to be next to. He would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, he would never overstep, all he needed was to even be in your presence and he's completely satisfied.

But an hour went by. Then two hours, and then three. By the time Eddie started to feel his bladder fill up, it was one in the morning and still not a wink of sleep.

He knew that the only restroom there was is the one two doors from your room, upstairs. So he forced himself to get up, and trudge upstairs, past your room and into the restroom but the minute he walked in, the urge to pee was gone. He was too distracted, looking at himself in the mirror wondering if he should act on his impulses or not.

"It's not like you two never shared a bed before." He whispered to himself, looking back at the time you two had to bunk together at Will's house. But, at the time feelings and emotions weren't the focus.

He shook himself out of it, breathed in and out, and told himself it's just two friends sleeping in the same bed, if you even said yes.

A knock woke you out of your sleep, your eyes still squinted, the weed somehow hitting harder after a few hours of sleep.

"Mmm, who is it?" Your voice strained, sleep coating it making it hard for Eddie to hear.

"Uh, it's Eddie." He whispered yelled and you kind of got more alert, but didn't stop yourself from telling him to come in. The only light in the room after he shut the door behind him was the pink lava lamp on your bedside table. You saw him in pink through the blurriness of your vision, you sitting up on your elbow to see him.

"I, uh, couldn't sleep. Floor's uncomfortable. You think I can crash with you?" He asked, his hands behind his back. You didn't really think about it, you weren't uncomfortable or anything. You knew he was your friend and you thought you knew that there was no attraction on his end.

"Yeah, but um, I don't have shorts on so, just.. yeah." You were just too sleepy to explain yourself, hoping he'd get the hint that if he wasn't okay with it you weren't going to put them on, and he can leave.

"Don't mind me. Live your truth," He whispered, smiling and going to the other side of the bed to lift the sheets and crawl in with you. Your bed was pretty big, but you were a bigger girl so you could kinda feel the heat of his body against you.

Eddie faced your back, his head now against your pillows, in your bed, and he was in love with the smell. You smelled of coconuts and some kind of floral fragrance, and he basked in it the entire time he laid next to you.

"Are you awake?" He poked you and you sighed

"Yes Edward, I am awake." You moaned.

What could he possibly want right now? It's not that you were annoyed, you just wanted to go to sleep as fast as possible so you would forget you had Eddie fucking Munson in your bed.

"What's your favorite band?" he asked and you smiled to yourself, his randomness was also something that never failed to make you smile.

"Guess." You told him, knowing he probably wouldn't know, but it'd be worth a try.

But he knew, he knew exactly what your favorite band. He would listen to the songs that came out of your walk-man since you played it loud enough to hear.

"Sisters of Mercy." He said in a sure voice, and you were taken aback.

No one truly knew your music taste, you weren't one to play the music when you had guests over or friends to hang out with. He practically left you speechless, and you then thought about what else he knew about you that you don't remember mentioning to him. There was a small silence, something you took for granted as you tried to wonder how he knew. Almost like reading your mind and noticing your body shifting, he spoke.

"I noticed you." He said, moving his hands to rest under his cheek. He just kept his eyes on your back, taking advantage of the fact that your eyes weren't on him.

"What?" You said confused, more awake than ever now. Your eyes were almost popping out of your head the way you stared down the wall across from you.

"You said I didn't notice you and that I was lying. But I did notice you. I don't know how you never knew but I had the biggest fucking crush on you for like, ever. Maybe even since middle school. Which is kind of weird since we never talked? But, you were just like, woah," He said, his heart beating against the wall of his chest. It all spilled out like word vomit, he couldn't stop but also didn't want to stop.

"You're just so fucking pretty. Like do you understand how gorgeous you are? Not just to me but to everyone with a fucking brain?" This one was foreign to you, you were so frozen that Eddie was actually telling you that you were gorgeous. You kind of forgot how to breathe, especially with being able to just feel his presence next to you.

"Eds.. You don't actually like me do you? Like, I really didn't think that was ever even an option to consider." You insisted but he just kind of laughed it off behind you.

"I've liked you for a long time sweetheart, you're perfect to me. I really just want to shrink you so I can carry you in my pocket with me everywhere. I never not want to be around you. I only ever feel alive, or real when you look at me."

Eddie needed you to know now and spoke in a more serious manner, before he lives until he's 95 thinking about what could've been if he had went into your room to confess to you. He knew it was a big reach to assume you'd be receptive and feel the same way, but who was Eddie Munson without his lack of shame?

"Me too." You whispered, now Eddie was the frozen one.

"What was that?" He asked. He needed the clarification before he exploded, because if you meant what he thinks you meant, he didn't know what he'd do.

"I've liked you too. I think about you a lot honestly," You bit your lip and gripped your pillow, shifting your body. You could practically hear your heartbeat in the silence of the room.

"What?" He asked again, so you said it again.

"Eddie, I like you too. I want you too, and have for a while." Still facing the wall you just wait to hear his voice again.

"You, want me?" He whispered, lowly this time and you started to blush. Grateful he wasn't looking at you, you let yourself get a bit embarrassed. Confessing you've wanted him, thee Eddie Munson who could pretty much have whoever he wanted.

"I've wanted you forever. I was actually jealous of Chrissy. I kind of thought you'd never really go for someone who looked like me, so I kinda just kept my head down around you. It seemed like you always had someone to entertain yourself with and the someone in question were always like, skinny girls. Or fit girls. I didn't think, I don't know I feel like you saw me as more of one of the guys or something." You rambled and waited for his response. There was just silence, and you knew maybe he wasn't serious like you were. You had just confessed to wanting him and he wasn't saying anything.

Until you felt him scoot closer, and putting his hand at the curve of your waist. His hand caressed your side, feeling and almost massaging at your rolls and moving his hand to go towards your stomach.

"You don't have shit to be jealous about Chrissy. Size doesn't matter to me, I think you're fucking sexy. I'd rather see you dance around in that little cheer outfit, I'd rather see you in my bed," He said without a trace of goofiness.

He was serious, and he was starting to get hot and bothered by touching you. He gets closer and practically presses himself against you, his hands and fingers moving over your bare thighs to your side, to your stomach.

He was gripping and massaging and feeling all of you and you loved it. You even started to put your arm over his, letting it follow his as he feels your body under his touch. His hand covered a lot and he was able to grip almost all of you everywhere, and he was taking pleasure in having you this close to him, all to himself.

"I'd choose you a thousand times over. You don't know how bad I've fucking craved to see you, all of you. How I wished to be the asshole you were kissing in the hallways, how I've wanted to feel you like this for years." He kept going, tugging at your panties as you started to move your hips to grind into his hardening cock, and he groaned softly.

"Eddie, please. I, I need you. Want you inside, please," You whimpered and he moaned at the feeling of your ass rubbing into him, squeezing your side and putting his chin on your shoulder to see your tits from that angle. He wanted to see your face, to see your entire body, but for right now he can wait.

"You are so precious, baby. Look at you, grinding into me, who are you right now?" He breathed against your neck, his hand starting to move under your shirt and towards your panties.

"Do you want me like this, princess?" He asked you, tapping closer and closer to your mound.

"Yes, Eddie, I fucking want it please, please," You begged him, moving your legs and hips to try to get closer to his fingers.

"These panties are so cute baby, these polka dots?" He teased, moving your panties down enough with one hand to access your wet core.

You felt a little embarrassed at your granny panties but he loved them. Anything you were in, he loved. You could be wearing a prison jumpsuit and he'd think you were gorgeous, and innocent.

"Mmph, if I knew you were going to confess your love to me and start touching me, I would've wore different ones," You admitted, rushing to get your sentence out because before you know it his fingers were indulging in your wetness, feeling how warm you were and how fat your cunt was, coating his fingers before slowly rubbing your nub that he found easily. He loved every part of you, and feeling how you felt on his fingers, he knew he was going to be obsessed with you.

"Is that right? You have 'fuck me' panties hm?" He taunted and moved his fingers faster as you moved against his body and rubbed against his boner even more.

"Ed-Eddie, you, fuuck oh my god, how- fuck what the fuck," You moaned, trying to moan quietly so no one wakes up and remembers in the morning.

"I kind of like these though. Not kind of, I like them a lot." He confessed and watched you as you whined and squirmed against his body, against his fingers.

"Love the way your ass looks in these, just so fucking sexy,"

"You feel, s-so good. Don't stop, please," You said in a breathy moan, and honestly he almost painted his boxers with his cum.

"You are going to drive me fucking crazy like this, baby," He groaned against your neck and you started to feel your orgasm creep up on you the minute he pushes two of his thick, tattooed fingers inside of your dripping hole.

"Oh fuck, look at you, you're doing so good for me taking my fingers like that. You are so fucking intoxicating, princess." He groaned as you felt him push his pelvis into the cheek of your ass.

"You see what you do to me? You make me go feral," He said and you decided to take the hand that was gripping Eddie's wrist, and reach behind you to find your way into his pants, grabbing his hard on and gently stroking, making him start to blank out.

Eddie actually seems to forget everything around him but you, and loses every thought he ever hand as he feels your wrap try to grip him firmly so your hand could be fully grasping it. But without ever seeing Eddie's cock, you can just feel how big it was. He wasn't just big, he was thick and you were admittedly scared.

"Wait, Eds, I-" The minute you said wait his hand stopped, leaving your core and instead going to your side as he lifted himself up to see you fully. You rolled onto your back after taking your hand away from him and he searched your face worriedly.

"Are you okay? Did I do too much? I'm sorry I-" He started to apologize and you just wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down, meeting your lips with his.

The minute your lips touch you know in your gut you'd never be able to kiss anyone else and have it feel the same as it does right now. Maybe you really were in love with him because you'd never felt like this before.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. I want more, and i want you, it's just," You hesitated, wondering if the words that were going to come out of your mouth were going to scare him into not going further.

"You can talk to me, baby. I just told you how much I've always thought about you and looked at you which is borderline stalking. I'll listen." He pokes fun, his hand resting on top of your stomach.

The blankets were practically thrown off when Eddie decided to take your panties to your mid thigh, so now you lie there with your panties pulled back up and your tank top now showing your midriff.

"I'm, technically I'm like, a virgin." You confessed and his eyes went wide involuntarily, which made you cringe. You knew it'd be weird. Almost 19, graduating high school very soon, and not as much as a single guy fingering you ever.

"Like, fully? You've never done anything?" He asked, not a lick of judgement on his tongue.

"No, just, I mean I've obviously touched myself before," You begin and he opens his mouth.

"Obviously," He teased, like he was able to tell. You slapped his chest and laughed, shaking your head.

"Shut up," You said and continued, "I've just never let anyone go that far with me, and trust me there was never much of a line of guys to choose from either." You said and his hand went up to your face, touching your cheek and moving your frizzy hair from your face.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." He reassured and you rested your hand against his, looking into his eyes.

"It's not that. I really want to. Like really, especially with you. Only if you're okay with being my first." You said and he almost looked shocked.

You were really asking him if he'd be okay taking your virginity, as if he'd ever say no. Anyone else, he'd say no. Too much emotional baggage for both parties honestly, he felt. But you, here you were just after riding his fingers, in a pair of panties and a thin measly tank top, saying you want him to be your first.

"If I'm okay with it? Only if you're okay with it, and only if this isn't a one time thing. Because I think I'm already obsessed with you and actually seeing you with someone else after this is going to send me to the psych ward." He said seriously, tapping your cheek with his pointer finger.

You loved it. You love the fact that there was this mutual attraction and mutual pining, but it made your core throb knowing he really only wanted you. That he'd lose his mind seeing you with someone else.

You don't answer him, instead you take his fingers from your cheek with your hand, grabbing the same two that were inside of you and teased them around your lips, your tongue poking out to act as if your lips were around his cock.

He couldn't believe what he was watching, how you swirled your tongue around his finger tips and ended up coating them with your spit, sucking on them and licking.

"You, you're-" He tried to spit out but nothing. His head was fucking empty except for this image burned into his mind, and he felt your teeth graze his knuckles as you took them from your mouth.

"I don't know how else to say it, Eddie. I need you." He wasted absolutely no time, diving down to your chest to kiss over your neck and collarbones. He ends up crawling on top of you and spreading your legs open with his knees so he can get between your legs.

"So that means no one's ever eaten this pretty pussy out before?" He asked against your chest, moving his hands up your shirt to your breasts that look absolutely mouth watering when you're on your back. And in general. Eddie just really loved boobs.

"No, I've never let anyone." You responded as he lifted your shirt up releasing your boobs from their confinement and enjoying the way they looked under this pink glow in the room.

"You want me to baby? Cus I reaaaally want to. Like reaaaally, reaaaaaally want to," He said as he brought his face closer to yours.

"I want you to eat me out, please Eddie." You begged in a whisper against his lips. You felt yourself clenching on nothing, still wet from having his fingers inside of you.

"Thank God," He breathed and started to kiss down your boobs, pushing them together with his hands and sucking gently on the skin around your nipples.

"You are so fucking sexy. I'm, fuck you are just, mmpfh," He grunted as he smothered his face in your chest, motor-boating you as you ran your fingers through you hair.

He plays with your tits for a bit, pinching and flicking and sucking your nipple until he makes his way down your stomach. He leaves kisses down every inch of you, gripping you and your stomach as he made his way down between your legs.

"I thought about you, um, like that a lot. I wanted to know how your lips felt on me." You confessed as you stuffed pillows behind your back so you're sitting up a little to see him. He almost felt his cock grow harder after you said that, making him rub gently against the bed.

"Yeah? My sweet girl thinkin' of me eating this pretty ass pussy, thinkin' of my tongue all over you? Is that right?" He asked as he rubbed his pointer finger over the wet spot on your panties, caressing your mound and the outline of your lips.

"I, yes fuck, yes I was. I always thought of, of how you'd feel inside me. I would-" You stopped yourself from saying too much as he continued to rub against your clothed pussy.

"Would what, baby?" He asked, moving his finger to the edge of your panties and running over the fat of your thigh.

"I, I would touch myself. To you." You confessed and Eddie almost fainted. He genuinely felt light headed as he started to picture you in this bed, your hand between those pretty pussy lips and dipping inside your heat.

"In this bed?" He asked, moving his head to kiss and nibble on your inner thigh.

"Yes, here, right here."

"Let me take these off for you baby," he said grabbing the hem of your panties and dragging them down. You lift your hips up and let him slide them off, opening your legs again do his face is right in front of your pussy. He honestly loved the hair you had, his hands going to tug in it.

"M' sorry, I haven't shaved in a bit," You confessed, looking down at him between your legs as his eyes looked up.

"You think I care baby? Love this shit, you're so fucking perfect. I bet you taste better than you look," He groaned as immediately moved his hand to take two fingers and spread your heat to expose your clit and hole.

"Look at this, fuck I'm trying not to bust right now, you are soaked. It's all for me angel?" He asked, rubbing his fingers along your slit and you're almost sat up with your knees bent, so your tits are pushed together and kind of in your face as you squirm and moan

"All for you Eddie, please. You make me so fucking wet," You confessed and threw your head back when his tongue laid flat on your clit.

"Fuck, Eddie oh my god," you moaned, leaning back more to push your mound into his face and he noticed. He let you push up to suffocate him with your pussy. He pulled away with a large breath.

"Don't be shy, baby. You want me to eat you out? Make me do it, ride my face if you want to, push my head into this pretty pussy. I will die by this fucking pussy, princess." He growled, looking into your eyes as you whimpered and nodded.

He smiled, kissing your inner thigh before going back to licking and suck at your clit before entering his two fingers.

You don't hold back with your moans, or the force your putting into grinding your cunt into his face.

"Baby, please please don't stop, fu-fuck it feels so good please," You cried, his eyes never leaving yours as he slurps and licks all your juices.

He was in heaven, there was nothing that could compare to watching you losing your mind over his tongue. He wanted you to feel good, to feel sexy, to feel loved. He needed you to know there was no one he'd rather do this with.

He just kept going, pumping his fingers in and out slowly, kissing over your pussy lips just to go back to licking you from your clit to your hole. Eddie kept lapping at your hole as he finger fucked you, then went up to your clit with his tongue and used his other hand to rub your clit and lick at the same time.

"Eddie, baby, I think you're gon-gonna make me cum," you said, placing your hands on either side of his head as he watched your eyebrows furrow and eyes fight to stay open so you could watch him as you cum.

You were a mess at this point, your pussy was glistening under the pink glow, your juices were all over his lips and chin, leaking down your ass.

"Give it to me baby, let me watch you cum on my fingers," he said after he pulled away, moving to rub your clit and finger you at the same time.

"I'm cumming, fuck fuck fuck, Eddieee," You cried out as you dragged his name. The pressure in your lower stomach reached its hilt, making you clench and arch your body as you came undone. You tried to close your legs to press your thighs together except Eddie held them open as he watched you tremble and your legs shake.

"Oh baby, I could watch you all fucking day, every day. My pretty girl, all fucking mine," he said, licking up your cum as you flinch from the sensitivity.

"All yours?" You asked in a breath, and he removed himself from between your legs to stand up.

He stands on your side of the bed and undresses himself, removing his shirt to show his inked skin and your eyes followed his tattooed fingers to his pajama pants, pulling both his pants and boxers down.

Your eyes were glued on his cock, at a loss for words seeing it bob up and down being freed from his clothes. The tip even looked red in this lighting, and you could see a bit of precum coat it. You admired the veins and the length, the way it jerked and how thick he was. You didn't know if you'd be able to take all of him for your first time, but seeing him stand there naked made you even more wet, feeling that same horniness all over again.

You sat up and reached towards him after getting on your knees, and you pull him down on the bed, making your way to straddle his hips with your bare cunt against his shaft.

"Fuck, princess what are you doing?" He asked, grabbing a pillow to put behind his head so he could see you straddling him and slowly moving your hips against him to coat his cock in your wetness.

"I want it like this, wanna take my time," You moaned, kind of nervous to put your hands on his chest to hold up your weight, so you just took your shirt off and kind of rested your hands on your thighs as you grined into him a bit. He just watched as you basically took control.

"Get comfortable baby, put your hands on my chest," He said, almost reading your mind.

"I'm too heavy Eds, I'll literally break your sternum." You joked and he squeezed your bare hips harshly.

"I wasn't asking, pretty girl. Now let me see how you want me, show me," He encouraged, softly smacking your ass as you reluctantly placed your hands on his chest, but not before running over all of his tattoos and his abdomen.

"You're so pretty, Eds. I love looking at you." You murmured, kind of sitting on his cock now. You traced the lines of the different tattoos, then leaned down and started kissing them one by one.

"Fuck, you're gonna kill me, sweetheart," He said as he gripped your bare ass tighter, trying to contain himself as he feels your wetness against him. He couldn't accept the fact that you were naked on top of him, that he was able to move and grope your tits as they rested at their natural position, that he could see all of you.

"Can I put it inside?" You asked, moving your hands to his chest and situating your body further up so you can maneuver and slide him inside of you.

You noticed how your stomach kind of touch his even though you were far from leaning against him, realizing now you're bare naked on top of him, as he is bare naked below you. You weren't self conscious, just very aware of everything but didn't let it stop you. You wanted him and you were going to have him.

"You can do whatever you want with me baby, I'd do anything you tell me to do." He said, watching as you lifted yourself up and grabbed his cock, stifling a groan, and pressing your tip against your hole.

"Will it hurt?" You asked, feeling the pressure and tightness as his tip teased you.

"We don't have to do it like this baby, you can be my pillow princess and I'll do all the work," He said. He wanted you to relax and have nothing to worry about, not wanting to overwork yourself when he can make you feel equally as good without you making yourself uncomfortable.

"No. This is how I want it. Wanna feel you fill me up like this." You said and leaned on your hands that were on his chest, and slowly started to sink onto him. He was going in and out of consciousness practically, hearing you talk like this was so foreign to him but he wanted more of it.

He felt like he was disassociating, you were so enchanting on top of him, so attention grabbing—he was having a hard time trying to focus on your moans when he's watching the way all of you in your glory.

Inch after inch you felt that fullness you craved, making your eyes shut and your mouth hang open as Eddie takes it in. The confidence you had with being on top made him wonder what else you liked, what else you've always wanted to try, anything you've thought about. He wanted to know it all.

He can't even form a single word. Never in his life had he felt someone so wet, so tight, and all for him. He was going to ruin you and you fucking knew it, he wanted to live in this moment forever with you. He wanted to rewatch you sink onto him for the very first time ever. Eddie forced himself to stay still as you took your time adjusting to his length and girth, heavy breathing and panting as you stopped half way.

He let you do what you needed to do, and enjoyed the scene as you rested your hands against his chest and took in a deep, shaky breath.

"I, I just need a minute," You said with your voice wavering, holding yourself still for a few seconds then starting to move your hips up and down slowly on his shaft.

"Fuck, fuuuuck, are you kidding me," Eddie breathed as he watched you slowly ride him, his eyes focused on the way your tits hung in his face and how your pussy was engulfing his cock like a vacuum sealer. His hands went to grope your tits, playing with your nipples as you bounced on him. He just knew your body almost immediately, and you didn't even know it was possible to want him even more.

He loved the way your tummy looked, how your hips looked in this position, the way your thighs tensed under his touch as you rode. Every curve, every roll, every stretch mark he drank it in. You were so plush, so full, and he was in love.

"I, oh my god," You moaned, getting used to the size and the twinge of pain as you tried to speedup the movement, only stopping half way. You knew it'd be too much to try right now, you wanted to feel him stretch you out without too much pain.

"Wait, fuck, wait," He hissed and squeezed your hips, throwing his head back as you wait.

"Are you okay?" You asked and he looked at you with an almost angry look.

"I, I was gonna cum. You're just, fuck, you could tell me you think I'm sexy and I'd cum." He said and smiled. You waited and he finally gave you the greenlight, and this time you decide to sink onto him completely. You needed to feel all of him, to feel him reach your cervix, to feel what it's like to not be a virgin anymore. And you needed Eddie to be the one to experience all of it with you.

"I think you're so sexy, Eddie," you teased as you sunk down on him again, watching him grab your body and tits.

"Oh fuck, Eddie, fuck you're so big," You moaned, sitting completely on him as he hissed and watched as his cock disappeared inside of you.

Another thing he loved was your mouth, and the dirty things you'd tell him while he was inside of you. Eddie was so surprised you wanted him bare, raw, he didn't even know if you were on birth control or had any condoms. But he didn't care.

He felt all of you, he felt you clench and squeeze your walls as you softly bounced on his cock, and he felt himself getting near his release for the second time. But he could only watch you bounce on him for so long before he bends his knees and pushes you to his chest so that your bare chest is against his, and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Let me make you feel good, baby. Let me take what's mine. You're all fucking mine." He repeated in your ear as he began to thrust inside you repeatedly at a steady pace, rough but careful, something that makes you start to feel your build up again. He wanted to remind you that you were his and he was yours, and will always be that way.

"M' yours Eddie, please, I'm yours," you sobbed into his shoulder, feeling him stretch you out and reach inside your guts. It was almost a little painful as he fucked into you from the bottom, but you soon began to love it because it was Eddie.

Eddie was making you feel this way, you made Eddie feel that way, everything about this made you want to keep it for yourself forever. You loved how he held you right now, you loved the way he fit inside you and how he made you feel so sexy being filled up by him. You were unable to even acknowledge your reality, it was just you and him in this moment and that's all that mattered for you.

Eddie wasn't holding back anymore like he did. He simply couldn't, not with feeling how tight and how needy you were for him, how your cries sounded in the silence of your room. He wanted to ruin you but wanted to love you. He felt he could do both, so he did.

"Eddie, Eddie fuck oh my god you feel so fucking good," You cried out and he spanked you.

"Yeah? Fuck baby, this pussy was made just for me. Been my missing piece," He said as the sweat built up on his forehead.

His moans were loud and deep, he groaned every time you clenched your walls as he fucked into you. You couldn't describe the sounds the two of you made together, it was pure pornography. You loved the way Eddie was so vocal with you, you could cum to his voice if you wanted to, and before you'd never even imagine him talking dirty with you.

"You're gonna make me fucking cum, sweetheart." He admitted, hooking his arms under your thighs and lifting his hips up, fucking into you like that so you're limp and fulling depending on him to hold you up.

"Mm, fuck, fuck fuck Eddie, I'm cumming for you, I'm gonna cum," You pleaded, your vision blurring as you felt that rubber band snap inside of you, forcing you to release and cum all over his cock as he kept thrusting inside of you chasing his high.

"Where do you want me to cum, sweet girl?" He asked as he felt your cunt squeeze him, refusing to let him go.

"In me, inside, fill me please, pretty fucking please," You cried as you rode out your high, but the way he kept fucking you even after you cried had you whining and moaning louder than you wanted to be, so you moved your head and bit down on Eddie's shoulder.

"Oh fuck," He groaned, the feeling of your teeth sunken into his skin as he was about to cum made him have an out of body experience, him thrusting a few more times as he painted your walls white while your hips stuttered against his.

Your teeth stay clamped onto his shoulder, his arms resting you back to your original position, his cock still buried inside you and your tits pressed into his chest. Eddie had his head thrown back as he tried to catch his breath, and he was undoubtedly aware that he was still resting inside you as you finally decided to release your bite and press your cheek against his shoulder.

"You bit me?" He asked, his hands resting on your back as he moved them to caress your skin. He rubbed over your back, your rolls, and the top of your ass as his chest hummed against your body.

"Sorry," You said shyly.

"I felt it was better than waking the whole house up," You finished and he chuckled, your body moving with his.

"Don't apologize. Apparently it's a very big turn on from me now, but I think only when you do it. Makes me feel like I did a good job, like I said I get performance anxiety with you," He joked and you smiled against his chest.

"Thank you. I don't think my first time could've been any better," You murmured. You felt your sleepiness creep up on you again and felt almost defeated by it because you didn't even bother to move after laying on top of him.

"Next time, I'm on top." He said and you moved to lift your head so you could look at his pretty face. It was a bit sweaty, but still in a daze of sex and pleasure.

"Whatever you want, I just want to be the only one you're on top of." You said and he stretched his neck to see your face.

"Always, baby. You're mine now, I'm literally never letting you go." He said and kissed the top of your head as you moved your head back to lay on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

That's how the two of you fell asleep—naked, you laying on top of him, and in your bed, hoping that this turns into more than you say it is.

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I have an idea for The Package au series!

So, Peter Parker wants to bring reader to hangout with him and his friends. Even though reader and Peter both really want to go, Wanda says no. Maybe because Peter is young and so she doesn’t trust him like she did with Bucky and Sam? Anyway, Peter decides to sneak you out when Wanda and Tony and everybody else is sleeping. What’s the harm if he brings you back before anybody notices you were gone right? Reader has a great time with MJ and Ned.

So what’s the problem? You and Peter accidentally fell asleep at Ned or MJ’s house. The next morning, Peter wakes reader up and is rushing to get back home, freaking out the entire time. When you guys get back, everyone is already awake. Peter gets in trouble by Tony for sneaking out and by Wanda for bringing you out without permission. Wanda is so worried but reader is just like, “I had so much fun last night :)”

I can’t wait to see what happens next in The Package au!!!!! <3

Mission: Sneak out

✒ Pairings : Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary : Peter wants to take you to meet MJ and Ned but Wanda says no.

✒ Tags and Warnings : none?

✒ Author's Note : My first Anon request!! I was so excited to write this, it really came at the perfect time as I was losing inspiration for writing since I used to bounce ideas and brainstorm fics with a friend that I no longer speak with. Anyway, thank you! And I’m so happy to hear you’re enjoying the series, I hope you like this installment. I am so sorry it took so long 🥲

✒ Word Count : 2299

✒ Read Time: 11 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

”Come on, Wanda, please!” Peter pleaded

“No, Peter. It’s just not safe for her to be out of the compound alone. She’s still adjusting to being here and she doesn’t have her powers fully under control yet” She stated, shattering Peter’s plan of bringing you to build legos with MJ and Ned. Though MJ had no interest in the legos really, she would just hang around to banter and spend time with the boys. “Why don’t you have your friends come here?” Wanda offered.

“Mr. Stark won’t allow it” Peter dropped to the couch, defeated.

Wanda didn’t take any joy in seeing Peter this way but she had to stand her ground, it was just too dangerous for you to be out of the compound with a bunch of teenagers. You just weren’t ready for something like that yet. 

Eventually, Peter had to break the news to his friends. The next day, they were all sitting together at lunch so he decided that was as good a time as any. Ned was bummed you wouldn't be able to tag along, but MJ didn’t bat an eye, “so, sneak her out.” she said like the answer was blatantly obvious. Ned and Peter were both equally taken aback by this, “what? No way, I- I couldn’t I mean Fr-” Peter begins to ramble and gets cut off by MJ, “It’s simple, tell her you’re going on a secret mission and then return her before morning, Wanda would never even know. You’re Spider-Man, what could go wrong?” 

“No, I couldn’t” Peter mulls it over in his head still. 

“I knew you two were losers,” MJ quips as she walks away. 

The two boys are left sitting in silence at the lunch table for a bit before Ned speaks up first, “I mean- she does have a point, you are Spider-Man”

“Ugh, not you too Ned. Wanda would kill me if anything happened to Y/N, have you ever seen Wanda angry? The last time I saw her angry, she threw a car at Mr. Stark.” Peter frantically explains

“Ok, ok. I’m just saying, nothing would go wrong. We’re just building legos.” Ned rebutted. 

“I guess.” the web-slinger considered. 

After mulling it over in his head for a few days, he decided to go with MJ’s plan. They were just building legos, it’s not like they were traveling to another state or something, and deep down Peter wanted to impress the girl. So he crafted up a convincing-looking letter, convincing enough for a kid anyway. The letter was a creative way for Peter to convince you to keep the plan a secret. To you, this was a stealth mission that you were hand-picked to complete. If Peter had just asked you to sneak out with him and not tell Wanda, he knew you’d either crack under the pressure or feel too guilty. 

With the letter hidden in one of the lego sets you had already built with him, the plan was in motion. Later that day he asked you to play with the set and you stumbled upon the crumpled-up piece of paper. 

“What's dis?” you ask tugging on it until became free. The note had a large red stamp that said Top Secret in the upper right corner. Peter put on a stellar performance as he investigated it with you and read it aloud. 

“Y/N: Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to evade detection while leaving the compound premises tonight at 8 pm EST with Agent Parker. Once clear, proceed southbound toward Main St. Await further instructions. Tell no one.”

“A mission?” you were both excited and confused.

“What do you say, Y/N?” Peter asked with the note still in his hand. 

“Why us?” you wondered. You’re just a kid, why were you being recruited for a mission? Maybe this is your Harry Potter moment. These thoughts kept swirling around in your head.

“I don't know, but it was even hidden in our legos, whoever sent it knew how to contact us secretly, seems important.”

“Okay, I’m in” you smiled excitedly.

“Great! I’ll come get you after you go to bed tonight then, and we can’t tell Wanda,” he explained. 

You nodded in agreeance with the plan, “When will we get more notes?” 

“Probably after we finish this one.”

Wanda puts you down for bed around 7 and you end up dozing off before Peter comes to retrieve you. He shakes you gently until you start to stir. 

“Y/N, it's me,” Peter whispers, “are you still up for the mission?”

You jolt up excitedly, nodding in response, whatever drowsiness sent you to dreamland before is immediately wiped away as you are ready to embark on your adventure with your friend. The two of you sneakily start to make your way out of the compound, making sure that every room is empty before entering. Once the two of you successfully navigated to the door, Peter directs you in the correct direction. 

“We made it!” you exclaim.

“We did, now we just have to find the next note” Peter explained.

You continued southbound from the compound with your eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. As you passed an alleyway, you glanced down it and then thoughts of all the different things that may lurk in the dark corners quickly took over as you hurried toward the brightest part of the sidewalk. 

About a block later, you come across an envelope taped to a tree. Immediately, you run up to the tree and tear the envelope off, “Found it!” you exclaimed holding the note high in the air for Peter to see. 

“What’s it say?” Peter asks as you hand the note over to him to read. 

“It says we have to go to this address” he points out

Peter’s place isn’t far from the compound so it doesn’t take long to get there. The trip there was pretty tame, except you noticed a rat scurrying across the sidewalk on the other side of the street and then seconds later a grey cat scurried out from behind a bush as it played the game of chase with the rat. 

“What do we do now?” You asked as the two of you walked up to the door to the address on the note. 

“We go in” Peter states

“Are you going to climb in a window? OH, or climb onto the roof?” You brainstorm ways that Spider-Man could get into places as Peter unlocks the door and walks in. 

“I was thinking of using the front door” he states plainly as a joke. 

“How- how did you do dat?” You asked wondering if all superheroes just had universal keys to the city or something. 

“I live here,” Peter explained as Ned and MJ shouted “Suprise” 

You’re visibly confused as Peter takes you over to the dining room table with the legos, “There’s one more note here, Y/N” he points out for you to read. 

You take the note out of the envelope to find the word “Build” written on it. You understand it immediately as you turn to the three others in the room for an explanation, “We’re building legos?” you question. 

“Yea, I wanted you to meet my friends. This is MJ and Ned.” Peter introduces. 

“MJ? And Ned? Da ones you always talk about?” you wonder

Peter blushes, “I- I mean I don’t always talk about them. But yea, this is them.” 

Ned and MJ make their way over to the table with you, “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Ned offers.

“You too”

The three of you are engrossed in the lego building for a couple of hours as MJ plays on her phone and keeps the boys on their toes as they miss build steps. Once 10 o'clock rolls you start yawning enough for Peter to realize he should probably bring you back to bed. 

“Are you ready to head back, Y/N” he asks

You thought about it for a second, you were so engrossed in the legos that you didn’t even realize how tired you were. Once you realized you were ready for bed, you nodded in agreeance. 

Before you knew it, you were headed back to the compound. 

“Did you have fun?” Peter asks as you continue your trek home.

You nod in response, “I wike your fwiends” you noted, “especiawly MJ, shes rewly pwetty”

Peter smiled at your response, “She is really pre-” he’s cut off as you’re both startled by the sound of a gunshot coming from a store that you're passing by. Peter immediately jumps into action as he finds a place for you to hide, “Stay here, I'll be right back” he mentions as he runs toward the area of the gunshot. 

You stay put for a few minutes until you remember that the whole reason you were out with Peter tonight was for a mission. Maybe it was all leading to this, or maybe you just wish it was, after all, you came out tonight to be a hero. So that’s exactly what you plan on doing, you and Peter are partners in this mission, and you’re not going to let him sideline you, so you move toward the store. 

When you walk in, you see Peter fighting 4 different guys at the same time and you try to find something that will allow you to help him. There are products scattered all over the ground from the men being knocked into the shelves. You pick up the nearest item and throw it at the bad guy closest to you. It wasn’t until then that anyone even noticed your presence. The man laughs and immediately grabs you, “What do we have here? Is Spider-Man sending kids to do his dirty work now?” he snarks. 

“Let me go!” you struggle

“Y/N! I told you to stay put!” Peter scolds as he continues to kick everyone’s ass. 

“We’re partners, I help” you defended.

As you tried to justify why you came in to help, one of the men motioned for your captor to leave through the back with you in tow. He scurried out as quickly as possible while you thrashed back in forth in his arms to try and break free. Once the black-haired man had you outside, all the courage you had built up to go and help your friend quickly turned to fear. Your courageous yells soon became cries for help as you could no longer see your friend, Peter. 

Before the man could get you into a van, the fear took control over your body to unleash a shockwave, breaking you free from his grip. With the man unconscious on the ground, you ran as fast as you could back to the safe spot that Peter had left you in. Minutes later, after Peter finishes up with the men inside the building, he rushes to the back to look for you. Relieved is an understatement, he sees the man lying knocked out on the ground and he knows you must’ve gotten away. The only issue now is, where did you go? 

“Karen, are you seeing any traces of where y/n headed?” he inquired to the artificial intelligence in his suit. 

“Size 3 footsteps indicated on the infrared scanner show that she most likely headed northeast,” Karen informs as she overlays the infrared scanner into Peter’s field of view. 

“Perfect! Maybe she headed back to the spot I left her in earlier” 

Once Peter finds you, he checks you over to make sure you’re ok; and while you are very shaken, physically you are fine. “You could’ve gotten seriously hurt, Y/N.” Peter scolds as the two of you begin walking back towards to compound again. 

“I sorry, I- I just thought dat I should help cuz we’re on a mission togeder” 

He can’t help but smile at that, “You’re going to be a great Avenger one day”

“I am?”

“Yea, but listen, no one else at the compound can know what we were up to tonight” He reminds you

“Right, right. It’s a secret mission. I renember.” you state nodding you head in agreeance. 

When the two of you pull up to the compound, Peter scales the side of the building with you on his back, until he reaches your room. His plan, however, is ruined when your window is completely locked from the outside with no way to get in. Karen can’t even get it open as there is an override to keep it shut from F.R.I.D.A.Y.

His only other option is to take you back in through the front entrance. That should be ok though, after all, that is the way that you two escaped in the first place. The entrance is clear, all is looking good until they reach the common room. Tony and Wanda are just sitting there waiting for you. Peter stands there frozen for a second until Tony finally breaks the silence. “You wanna tell me where the two of you were or should I ask Karen?” he states dryly as you leave Peter to run with your arms toward Wanda. She stands from the couch to engulf you in a comforting hug as she lifts you up, “Hey, detka, are you okay?” She says removing the strands of hair from your face to thoroughly look you over. 

You nod as you nuzzle into her shoulder. It was far past your bedtime and it only took a slight bit of comfort from Wanda to remind your body of how exhausted you were. “I’m going to bring her up to bed. I’ll deal with you tomorrow.” She says as she shoots a glance laced with daggers at the man of webs.

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A Library Incident

So hi- I know I’ve been gone forever 😭 but what better way to come back than with great content! (hopefully great content lol)

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It was currently 6pm when you decided to leave your apartment and visit the library to borrow a couple of new books your friend Wanda recommended. Her favorite of the bunch was a romance novel about two teenagers, a young girl and a vampire. And who were you to pass up a good vampire romance novel?

You walked out your apartment and locked your door. Making your way down the stairs you made sure to say hi to Ray, the owner of the apartments’ cat. He meowed happily and rubbed against your leg before running back behind the front desk. You walked out the door and felt the blast of the summer heat, suddenly grateful you were wearing your comfiest pair of summer shorts and a striped shirt.

You continued walking and made a left on the corner shop. The library’s mahogany doors made its way into your view and you smiled. There was nothing more relaxing to you than being able to sit in a nice, peaceful space to read. As you walked inside the library the scent of the librarians’ perfume made its way to your nose. You scrunched your nose in distaste, the smell was a bit too strong for your liking, but continued walking until you made it to your favorite section of the library. Romance. You decided to put your earbuds in and listen to some music while you looked for the book. You passed rows and rows of books, gathering the few she had recommended while letting your fingers glide across the bookshelf, until a specific one caught your eye. ‘The Chronicles of A Young Girl and A Vampire.’ This was the last one you were looking for.

You put the books down so you could grab this last one. The only issue was it was a bit high and you couldn’t reach it. How annoying. You tried to tip toe and stretch your arm a bit but the tip of your fingers could barely even touch the bottom of the book. So that definitely wasn’t going to work. You didn’t want to jump and grab it because you could plan the entire scene out in your head, missing the book by just a bit but instead of landing on your feet you tripped and knocked down some books on your way to the ground. You shook your head and tried to think of what else you could do. You didn’t want to ask the librarian either because in all honesty she freaked you out. “Excuse me?”

“Excuse me? Hello?”

You didn’t hear him because of the music you were playing but then he tapped your shoulder, scaring the absolute crap out of you, and you spun around a bit too quickly causing you to lose your balance. You closed your eyes and made a sound that was a mix of a shriek and a scream, but you were still conscious of the fact you were in a library so it was much quieter than the usual shriek or scream.

But instead of feeling the impact of the ground you felt a pair of arms wrap around you instead. You looked up and a pair of concerned, blue eyes greeted you. You had to admit that he was quit handsome, more than handsome really.

“S-sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, you were just standing there for so long…I wanted to know if you needed anything.” He said, stuttering a bit.

Your earbuds were no longer blasting music that probably could’ve been heard a mile away, even with the buds in.

“I- uhm it’s ok…and I actually did need something..you think you reach that book up there for me?” You said, smiling shyly.

“Oh yeah ‘course.” His long arms easily grabbed the book you had pointed to and he placed the book in your hands.

“Anything else?”

“No..thank you for uhm, the book..and catching me.” You said, chuckling a bit at the last part.

“Yeah..uhm no problem.” He said, sharing the same goofy smile you had plastered on your face.

“Your hands seem a bit uhm..full, maybe I could help you check this last one out?” He mumbled the last part, unsure if you’d say yes or no.

"I'd love that actually..." You handed him back the book and he walked with you.

You noticed him open the book, just at the first page, but didn't think much of it.

While walking to the librarian to check out your book you stole a couple of glances at each other, quickly turning your faces when one caught the other. After checking out all of your books you both said your goodbyes and parted ways. Walking out the library door you looked back and waved goodbye again, he smiled and waved back.

When you got home you set down your books, deciding which one you should read first. The vampire novel looked appealing.. especially after the events of today. You opened the book and a little card fell out of it.

It was the books library card with different dates recorded. You picked it up and placed it back in the book, but as you gave it a second glance you smiled to yourself. You realized why he had flipped to the first page in your book.

He wrote his name and number on the library card.

You giggled and grabbed your phone, thankful that Wanda had told you about those books, and even more thankful that you couldn't reach the book in the first place...

~Nyx 💜

[sunflowerxthoughts]

Know me - Eddie Munson x fem! Reader

Request: Could you maybe do one where Eddie and reader are best friends and he has a key to her house, he goes in one day and hears her singing in the shower, and she’s really good but he never knew she could sing like that? Maybe end with smut or fluff or whatever you think!

a/n: I had a vision and ran with it I hope you enjoy it, I tweaked it a bit!. Best friends to lovers babyyy! This was my first request and I'm so happy about it.

Y/N had always been branded one of the boys. Not in a pick me kind of way but in a my whole friend group is made out of guys and no one has really bothered to see past that kind of way. 

But truth be told, she enjoyed things labeled as girly. She just didn't see it as girl or boy stuff, just stuff she enjoyed. Why was dnd for boys and pop music for girls? It was just a game and just music in the end. But she knew people didn't quite see it like that. 

But when you are a teenager and everyone starts dating and no one seems interested in you; you notice. And most likely it will make you insecure. But what she didn't notice; was the way Eddie looked at her. It was the biggest of clichés, not that he'd know. She looked at her as if she held the universe in the palm of her hands. But still there was something holding him back. 

It had been the start of yet another Hellfire session, when she was coming back from the toilets, she stopped in her tracks after hearing the boys talk about her. 

"Dude we both have girlfriends, you can't advice us like you have the universal truth about love." Mike snorts mockingly. 

"So? You take Y/N's advice all the time!" 

"Yeah but that's different!" Dustin ads. "She's a girl, she knows her stuff." 

"Yeah but she is one of the boys. Does it really count?"

"Huh?" 

"I mean, do you think she'll get a boyfriend while the whole school thinks she is one of us? Not because we're freaks but because they think he is more like a boy than a girl. She's just as hopeless as me in that department."

Her heart sank to her stomach. Eddie Munson, her crush and just her friend was saying she was hopeless. And still it wasn't enough for him. 

"She's pretty, sure. But would you like a girlfriend that played dnd?"

"I would." Said Gareth, who thought Eddie was being unreasonable and was just not processing his own feelings. "I'd kill to have a girlfriend like her. She's fun and she plays dnd and she likes a whole bunch of things you guys don't know about because you have convinced yourselves that she can't be anything but a tomboy. And even if she was so what? Are we really in a position to judge?"

Relieved that at least someone is willing to stand up to her like that, she makes her way to her bag, and after a moment she decides she no longer wants to be there. 

"I'm going home, I don't feel too well."

"Do you want me to drive you?"

"No it's fine!" She says fast. "I'll walk, I'm sure it'll help."

And just like that she was gone. Clueless little Eddie thought she'd check in on her afterwards, it was probably just a headache. But still he wanted to take care of her and he knew he could at least make her feel a little better. 

He opened the door as he had a key to the house, just like she had one for the trailer. Being the eldest from the group, they thought it would be good for emergencies. And they were comfortable enough with it. When he got near her room, he could hear the faint sound of her voice. 

Eddie thought he had died and gone to heaven. From inside the shower Y/N's voice could be heard absolutely belting to Metallica's Nothing Else Matters so effortlessly. It felt like a whole dream that it would soon sour. She stepped out of the bathroom clad in some PJ's and hair in a towel. 

"Oh, hey Edds. Everything okay?" 

"I didn't know you could sing like that."

"Oh you heard?"

"And enjoyed! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know Eddie, there's a lot you don't know about me." She says just so casually, like she hasn't been planning this the second she heard him enter through the door. "You don't know I love flowers because they are a different way to comunicate. You don't know I love a slasher just as much as I love a rom com. You don't know I actually do wear make up and find it incredibly relaxing. And I love dnd and jumping into puddles and I want to fall in love just as much as fucking Nancy Wheeler wants to. But I guess I'm hopeless, huh?"

"You heard…"

"No shit, Sherlock. You guys are loud as hell when you gossip." She wasn't angry anymore, just disappointed. "And I hope you know how much it sucks Gareth is the only one who makes time to actually get to know me."

"He does?"

"He comes here every Sunday afternoon and we bond. He's really into flowers too. But that is not the point."

"The point is, I want to know everything there is to know about you."

"Wait what?"

"I'm not good with feelings but there's stuff that I know. And by stuff I mean everything. It's like - this is the first time I feel the need to confess. Ever. I want to know every little thing about you."

"Eddie-"

"No! I know that you like your coffee with cinnamon and a sprinkle of cocoa power but I want to know when to make you hot chocolate, as silly as it sounds. And I want to sing with you. I don't care if it's Metallica or fucking Abba."

"You'd never sing Abba."

"Here's the thing, I'd even wear those fucking glittery outfits if it made you happy."

"Yeah right." 

"Fucking try me I dare you. Give me those white boots you'll see how much I am willing to do for you." 

"Why?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah you made me feel bad about myself I want to hear you say it word by word. Come on, Teddy."

"Shit I- I really fucking like you and I'm very sorry okay?" He sighs, reaching for the back of her neck to make her look at his eyes. "And I really want to kiss you right now so please don't tell me I've made a fool of myself and let me do it yeah?"

"Yeah."

Eddie feels in heaven once again. How on Earth did he get so goddam lucky he can't even fathom. It's a sticky sweet kiss that turns the heat in the room up as soon as she settles in his lap. 

"Oh and Eddie?"

"Yeah"

"I wear lingerie too"

"Fuuuuck me."

[tybaltsjuliet]

if you're comfortable with sharing i would LOVE to know more details abt the highschool hypnosis scandal???!??

i don’t mind! (small town, huge school.) dropping the story below the cut; CW for discussions of suicide.

so, at my high school, the principal was an amateur hypnotist, and he used to offer brief hypnotherapy sessions to students who were stressed or struggling with schoolwork and personal stuff. it was not, like, super shady and something he did secretly; parents and other staff knew about it. he had been advised in the past by the school board that he should proceed with caution, but was never actually told not to do it.

what keeps this from being a funny florida man story is that, in my junior year, three students died in very quick succession. it so happened that all three of them had done hypnotherapy sessions with the principal.

one of them died in a car crash after a dentist appointment; questions about whether he had gotten any medication that might have affected his driving got immediately overshadowed by his girlfriend claiming that he had been doing the self-hypnosis the principal taught him to calm down after the appointment.

the other two committed suicide. both of them had well-documented stressors in their lives and previous struggles with mental health.

but the media - and the parents of the deceased students - decided that the hypnotherapy MUST have been a significant factor in all these deaths. it turned into a huge scandal. the principal got dismissed in disgrace. there were lawsuits.

it was a mess, and incredibly upsetting on every level to us students - if i still sound bitter about it, it is because i am. we had already lost a really beloved teacher in a freak accident earlier that year, and now, there were those dealing with the loss of a friend, or friends. those of us who did not personally know any of the kids were still really shaken up by all those deaths in such a short time. and, now, on top of it, the principal we all loved was getting railroaded about it. he had been there for years; he was really well-liked and really good at his job. he pulled us out of a truly embarrassing academic slump; he was a huge supporter of the arts and the theatre kids especially loved him for that. the seniors actually staged a walk-out to protest the fact that he would not be able to shake their hand at graduation that year.

anyway, as these things do, it blew over eventually. the parents got a settlement, which i - well. i will not say what i think of that. reasonable people can disagree on whether or not it was appropriate for a principal to be giving hypnotherapy to students - i personally think it is no different from, like, teaching them meditation, but i also see the point that, as he was an unlicensed amateur, he should not have been doing what was legally considered medical treatment. but the way it got sensationalized was horrible. it cost a decent guy his job and his reputation, and turned three untimely deaths into hysteria, and made a circus out of a whole semester for a bunch of teenagers who were just trying to make it through a hellish year.

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"One bite and five days are all it took for the world to come to an end. Nearly two months after an unexplainable, violent illness swept throughout the globe like a raging wildfire, after cities have crumbled to ruin and most of humanity has been wiped out, only a few survive. Some of those still alive are just trying to survive, while others are searching for an answer—a reason why and what caused people to turn into walking, cannibalistic corpses that decay but never seem to truly die. Now, a group of survivors—a dog, few adult figures, and a bunch of teenagers—search for a cure and must figure out how to live with the undead amongst them, and how to deal with each other as relationships strain and tensions rise."

†· Word Count: 3862 †· Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types †· Rating: Mature †· Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death †· Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Jason Grace/Piper McLean, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Hazel Levesque/Frank Zhang, Silena Beauregard/Charles Beckendorf, Thalia Grace/Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano †· Characters: Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez, Nico di Angelo, Frederick Chase, Frank Zhang, Luke Castellan, Hazel Levesque, Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Grover Underwood, Juniper (Percy Jackson), Katie Gardner, Travis Stoll, Connor Stoll, Chiron (Percy Jackson), Will Solace, Silena Beauregard, Charles Beckendorf, Clarisse La Rue, Thalia Grace, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano †· Additional Tags: Angst · Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence · Inspired by The Walking Dead · Title from a My Chemical Romance Song · Found Family · Bittersweet · Based on a My Chemical Romance Song · I'm so sorry · Everyone Needs A Hug · Hurt/Comfort · Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse · Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson-centric · Betrayal †· **First Person POVs** †· Rated Mature for strong language, violence, sexual references, etc..

Leo

If I have to take one more step, I think I might spontaneously combust.

We’ve been walking since yesterday and just got out of Manhattan, which took a while since the city is a freaking wreck. Thankfully, we found a place to crash: a random warehouse behind a Dollar Tree that looked like heaven after the amount of walking we had done. Still, we’re not out of New York City, and that’s a big problem.

“Leo,” Piper says, waving a hand in front of my face. “Hello? Are you awake? We’re still trying to figure out what to do.”

“Huh? Oh, right,” I respond, repositioning myself on my glorious throne made of wooden crates. A warehouse is usually not a good idea—a terrible idea, actually, depending on where you’re at—because of how big they are (and because you never know how many of the undead are inside), but it was short notice, okay? We were desperate and it was small, relatively empty, and secure. Bonus: It came with food! A four-in-one package. “What’ve we got so far?”

Luke pulls out a map and lays it flat on the dusty warehouse floor, the concrete stained with oil and other questionable substances, which I have decided to ignore, holding a corner down with one of the books we found in a box. It makes me think of Annabeth, which reminds me of how depressing this is. Annabeth and I aren't as close as some of the others are, but I still consider her a good friend, and it feels like there is an empty void somewhere; she has such a prominent presence in the group that you can't help but notice when she's gone. I shake it off and pay attention to the conversation.

“We just made it to Harlem, which is about an hour or so on foot,” Luke said. “If Annabeth went the same way as us, she could be here by morning. So if we just wait—”

Thalia interrupts him before he can hardly get a word in. “There are a few problems with that plan, genius.” Thalia stands up, her arms crossed over her ‘Death To Barbie’ t-shirt. “One, that horde was massive. Two, I don’t know if you missed it or not, but we have no idea which way she went. There’s no way—”

“She’s going to make it. I mean, this is Annabeth we’re talking about,” Silena says, her boyfriend—crap, I forgot his name. Benjamin?—wrapping an arm around her comfortingly.

“You don’t think I know that, Silena?” Thalia snaps.

Clarisse, who is sitting next to Silena, stands up, getting in Thalia’s face. Even though she isn’t anywhere close to Thalia’s height—standing at a whopping five-foot-six next to a five-foot-ten girl decked out in punk attire with a murderous look on her face—Clarisse is built like a rugby player with big-time anger issues. “Watch it, Pinecone Face.”

Anger flashes in Thalia’s electric-blue eyes, and I’m pretty sure I see sparks come off her. If I didn’t know better, I would think she is about to summon a lightning bolt or something and smite Clarisse on the spot.

“You never, and I mean never, call me that again,” Thalia says through gritted teeth, standing nose to nose with Clarisse. “Understand?” If I touched her right now, which I will not be doing, no thank you, I wouldn’t be surprised if Thalia shocked me.

Clarisse relents, grumbling something under her breath as she sits back down. She may not have been unnerved by Thalia’s outburst and death glare—I definitely wasn’t either, for the record—but the tension in the room is overwhelming.

If anybody is taking this the hardest, it’s definitely Thalia.

Most of us have only been in this group since everything started, while some of the others (Thalia, Jason, Silena, boyfriend-whose-name-I-forgot, and Luke) have known Annabeth for years. But nobody is as close to Annabeth as Thalia. From the moment I met her, she has practically never left Annabeth’s side; even when she isn’t beside her, Thalia watches her and makes sure she’s safe. With Annabeth MIA, it’s no wonder she’s on edge.

Annabeth and I went to the same high school until the end of our senior year, which is when everything conveniently decided to hit the fan. I hardly talked to her in school, despite having classes together. But whenever Travis, Connor, and I joined up with her group, I started to talk to Annabeth more and found out that she wasn’t actually a stuck-up, pretentious know-it-all.

Honestly, like everyone else, I miss her a lot.

Jason is the one to diffuse the tension. “Guys, we need to calm down. Okay? Nobody wants to hear that, but we can’t start ripping each other’s heads off. This is not going to solve anything.” He turns to Mr. Bruner, who, oddly enough, was each of our Latin teachers at one point or another. “Chiron, what do you think we should do?”

Mr. Bruner (or Chiron, as most of us call him) is silent for a moment, contemplating his answer. “We can’t remain in the city. Staying here for as long as we have has been extremely dangerous, children,” he says.

“But we can't just leave—”

“What? No!”

“You’re telling us to leave her? What the—”

Holy crap, no. He can’t be serious. Annabeth?

“We don’t just leave people!” I say. “Annabeth has been gone for not even a day and we’re already falling apart. Thalia’s about to kill Clarisse,” I gesture to the punk chick glaring ice-cold daggers at Clarisse, “we hardly have any ammo left, and Connor, Travis, and I are inevitably going to get bored and do something stupid.” For once, amid the cacophony, everyone seems to be listening to me. Feeling a little self-conscious yet confident, I summarize. “Annabeth keeps everything organized. If we don’t stay put or go back for her—or at least stay civilized—all of this is going to fall apart.”

“Leo’s right,” Nico, Thalia’s cousin, speaks up. Of all people, I’m surprised that he actually agrees with me. Don’t get me wrong—he’s nice and stuff, but usually quiet and to be honest, kind of spooky. “It’s extremely risky staying here, sure. However, like Leo said, we don’t just abandon people to save our own skin. Especially not Annabeth. I sure as hell wouldn’t leave any of you behind.” He glances at Clarisse. “Some of you, anyway…. If we don’t at least try to help her instead of abandoning her, we have to live with that.”

Nico finishes speaking, his words hanging like vapor in the air. He definitely made his point better than I did, but oh well.

“I was going to say that we should do what we can to help dear Annabeth before you children graciously interrupted me,” Chiron admits. “As most of you have said, it is very dangerous, however, we can’t leave without attempting anything. We may stay here for a few days and keep an eye out for her. If there is no sign of her, I’m afraid that we will have to move on and hope that she makes her way back or finds somewhere safe.”

“Yeah, and get ourselves gutted in the meantime,” Clarisse states. “Blondie can hold her own if she isn’t already dead. Why risk the rest of our lives?”

Thalia quickly stands up, angry. “Because, shit face, if it weren’t for her you wouldn’t even be alive right now! Annabeth didn’t save you because she had to. She saved you because she thought—thinks you deserve to live and have a fighting chance. But what about her, huh? Doesn’t she deserve a chance to live?” Clarisse is silent. “Doesn’t she?!”

Jason puts a hand on her shoulder. “Thalia, that’s enough,” her younger brother tells her softly yet sternly. She shrugs him off, though, sitting away from the rest of us.

“Don’t treat me like a child, Jason.”

Jason frowns but lets her go anyway.

“Maybe we should take a vote,” Travis suggests. “Whichever side gets the majority decides what we do.”

“Yes. Thank you, Travis,” Chiron says. “Those in favor of staying?”

Thalia, Silena, Nico, Luke, and I raise our hands.

“Those opposed?”

Silena’s boyfriend, Jason, Clarisse (of course), Piper, Travis, and Connor raise their hands.

Thalia’s eyes widen and her face pales, her mouth slightly agape as she stares, dumbfounded, at her brother. 

“Jason?” she asks incredulously, her voice tight like she is about to cry. The heartbroken and shattered expression on her face is hard to look at. Even I’m shocked by Jason’s decision. “You can’t be serious.”

Jason looks down, almost ashamed, unable to meet his sister’s eyes. “More of us are going to get hurt. Annabeth can make her way back—she’s strong and a fighter,” he tells her, although it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself. “We’ll leave notes and signs so she knows where to go and where to find us. All of us have talked about it before and made a plan, remember? This is what Annabeth would want us to do.”

Thalia turns her head away and says nothing. Honestly, I don’t blame her. Of course, I disagree with Jason’s decision, but I can understand why he voted the way he did. Whenever Annabeth isn’t around, he’s one of the only ones who can remain diplomatic (so to speak), who can keep things together for the most part, and I’m shocked his composure hasn’t wavered. His blond crew cut somehow remains untouched after fighting hundreds of the living dead, his face clean-shaven—heck, even the scar on his upper lip from when he tried to eat a stapler as a kid fits in with the rest of his polished appearance. He’s just trying not to lose anybody else.

“Charlie…” Silena says. So that’s his name? Wow, I was way off.

Her boyfriend gently takes her delicate hands in his large and calloused ones. (I think he used to be a blacksmith’s apprentice before this, but I'm not sure.) “I’m just trying to do what’s best for everyone—”

“What you think is best,” Thalia murmurs.

“—and I think this is the best way,” he finishes, letting Thalia’s remark slide.

“Look, guys. I know you don’t really want to leave Annabeth,” Luke says, his hair messed and dirty but still looking decent, “but this is ridiculous. In a city this big with this many walkers? Even if she does make it out of the city, then what? She has no idea where we are and where we're going. Annabeth has to be alive and you all know it. If we just wait, we can think of a plan to save her.”

“Annabeth is quick. We've all seen her. And she might stand a better chance with fewer of us,” Jason counters.

Luke retorts, “Yeah, might. That's the problem. We can't be sure—”

“No, that's the problem. We can't be sure if she's okay or not, and rushing back into that hell hole impulsively is a damn deathwish,” Jason snaps, his voice tired and strained as if he is trying not to shout. Thinking about it, I don’t know if I’ve ever actually heard him swear at all (no matter how small the word), let alone yell during an argument. “She can get around faster and quieter without having to look out for other people. Annabeth is going to make it. But for her sake, we need to leave. All of us together could very well draw a massive horde—it already has, and that is what got us into this mess in the first place—which is dangerous for all of us…especially Annabeth.”

I'm about to protest, but Chiron interjects before it turns into another shouting match.

“We agreed to a vote, and this is the outcome,” he reminds us. Chiron's tweed jacket is torn, frayed, and bloodied, the shirt underneath stained. With his graying hair and beard to match his worn face, he looks completely and utterly exhausted. Chiron sighs. “We will stay for the night, but then we will have to leave, as Jason said, for all of our sakes. Including Annabeth’s.”

With that, nobody says anything else, all of us too tired to argue it further. I hate to see everybody like this…. What can I do? The best thing I can think of is a distraction; it may not work, but I have to try something.

I clasp my hands together and stand up. “I don’t know about any of you, but I’m starving.”

“How can you be so nonchalant about that right now?” Piper asks, her brow furrowing.

Dragging the box closest to me, I read ‘Little Debbie’ on the front of it. “None of us have eaten anything in days, and there is food just lying around.” I grab a pocket knife off my tool belt and cut the tape. After rummaging around for a second, I produce a handful of Twinkies from the box. “Besides,” I say, “you know you can’t resist… these !”

“Really? Twinkies?” She rolls her eyes but catches it when I toss it to her, a small smile playing on her face.

I kick the box over to the Stoll brothers and begin to search some of the other boxes for something more sustainable. (Well, however sustainable junk food can be, I guess.)

Nico shrugs. “With the number of preservatives in these things, I’m pretty sure they’ll outlive all of us.”

Jason takes the Twinkie from one struggling Nico and opens it for him with ease, replying with: “Neeks, everything in here is probably going to outlive us. There aren’t exactly any health benefits in these.”

“Hey, where there’s life there’s hope… and need of vittles,” I say.

“Did you just quote Lord of the Rings ?”

“As a matter of fact, yes, I did,” I state shamelessly.

“You're such a nerd, Leo,” Nico adds.

“Okay, Mythomagic Man,” I reply. “I'll have you know that Lord of The Rings is an awesome trilogy and not a nerd thing.”

"'Mythomagic Man?'"

"You're both nerds," Piper says as she plops down by Jason, kissing his cheek affectionately. "Did you find anything to eat other than Twinkies?"

I sift through the box of chips beside me and hand her a bag of Doritos.

"I meant something that wasn't junk food," she says but takes it gratefully. "Thanks."

I nod and take a look around the room. Luke is sitting with Chiron, talking (I suspect about Annabeth), Clarisse with Silena and her boyfriend, Thalia is brooding in a corner by herself, and the Stoll brothers are across the warehouse scavenging for whatever they can find. To be honest, I'm surprised that they voted against going back for Annabeth. Of all people, I was sure they would have wanted to stay. I guess I was wrong. My question, though, is why? What made them choose not to?

Well, the only way to find out is by asking.

I stand up and walk over to Connor and Travis, who have evidently found something they like and are sitting criss-cross on a long, wooden crate.

"Hey, Leo! Bro, you have to try this," Connor tells me, handing me a shish kabob made out of a Pocky stick that is skewering mini marshmallows, cheese puffs, and cheerios.

I take a bite, wondering what the heck I just ate, but I'm pleasantly surprised and nod in approval. "Ten-out-of-ten, boys," I say, popping the rest of the strange junk food shish kabob in my mouth. Connor and Travis smile in triumph. 

But I remember what I came over for and my tone turns serious. "Um, why did you guys vote not to stay?" I prod. "It's not any of my business. Just, well, I figured that you guys would have wanted to.”

Connor and Travis’ faces darken. “It’s not that we didn’t want to…” Travis replies.

He bites his lip anxiously, appearing hesitant to finish his comment. Connor continues his thought. “We—after we lost sight of her, well, we—” He sighs as he struggles to get his words out, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. “We heard Annabeth scream. Bloody-murder, honestly…It sounded like she got hurt.”

My eyes widen. I know what Connor is getting at, though he doesn’t say it.

Annabeth could have gotten bit. She could—

No. Nothing happened to her. She made it somewhere safe. Annabeth is okay, I tell myself. I shake off the hopeless feeling. Shaking my head, I say: “If you’re afraid to go back, you can just say that. Believe me, I get it.”

“It’s not that we’re afraid to go back. That’s only part of it,” Travis says, looking a little offended that I would even suggest that. “We’re afraid of what we’ll see. I don’t want to have to kill a turned Annabeth or see her body torn to pieces in the street with barely anything left.”

I shudder at the thought.

In all fairness, I don’t want to see that either, but I would take the risk if it meant we had a chance. Then again, I’m not Connor or Travis. However, I still feel a bit irked. “But isn’t it worth the risk?”

Travis shakes his head, conflicted. “Yes, and no. I just—I don’t know how to explain it. Chiron said that we would wait for a little longer tomorrow and then start home,” he tells me. “Wherever ‘home’ is, anyway. It’s like Jason said: she’s quick and knows which way we went. She’ll find us.”

“Maybe we just misheard. It could have been Silena or one of the other people,” Connor adds hopefully.

“God, this whole thing is a mess,” I breathe, fidgeting with a scrap piece of metal from my tool belt.

“Tell me about it.”

I sit and chat with Connor and Travis for a while, passing around more junk food shish kabobs before everyone begins settling down for the night. It also turns out a warehouse isn’t the most comfortable place to spend the night. I mean, I thought it would at least be tolerable, but turns out I was wrong. It’s eerie (like Nico), and even though it’s a warm night, it’s cold and damp in here, with faulty light fixtures on the ceiling that creak when the wind hits the building. At some point, I notice the pattering of the rain hitting the tin roof, getting slightly louder before being drowned out by thunder.

I lie here for a minute, listening to everybody else’s breathing, someone turning over in their sleeping bag, somebody else mumbling in their sleep. (I think it’s probably Piper.) Chiron is taking the first watch, knife in his hand as he sits, watching over us. While the storm outside is sort of scaring the crap out of me, it’s also kind of pacifying. I feel my eyelids start to droop, and I begin dosing off, exhaustion taking over.

†††

Not too long after I fall asleep, the thundering crash of lighting startles me awake, and I fall off the pallet I was using for a bed.

There go my chances of getting a decent night’s sleep.

The windows at the top of the warehouse walls are so dark that I can hardly see out of them, the only indication that there is anything beyond them being the raindrops running down the grimy glass, which are illuminated by a somehow non-defunct streetlamp or flood light somewhere outside. Wind batters the side of the warehouse, causing the long-hanging, burnt-out light fixture to sway, the cool night air finding its way in through an invisible crevice below a doorway.

Okay. Forget what I said about the storm being soothing. It’s freaking me out.

I fidget with the piece of scrap metal in my tool belt that has come to resemble an elephant. Glancing at my watch, I notice that it’s only 3:27 a.m.; it must have kept raining while I was asleep. I hope Annabeth is okay. If it feels this bad in here, I don’t even want to think about what it’s like out there. And I’m not going to lie. If I were lost and out in that mess, I would be terrified out of my mind right now. Just goes to show how much braver Annabeth is than me.

Alas, not all of us can be charming, brave, handsome and dashing blondes like Annabeth, Luke, and Superman (AKA Jason). At least I’m four for five, though.

All of a sudden, I hear a muffled grunt and instinctively reach for my hammer. I flatten myself against the splintering wood, my ears straining to hear anything else. But, after a little while of silence, I slowly lift my head and do a scan of the room. Everyone is sound asleep. Is anybody even on watch? I think. I don’t see Chiron. The glint of blond hair in the dim light catches my eye, answering my question. I squint in the dark in an attempt to make out who it is, coming to the conclusion that it’s Jason. Realizing that it’s only him, I let the muscles in my body relax and slip my hammer back into its loop on my tool belt. (Pretty much everything makes me on edge these days.)

“Jason,” I whisper, brushing my messy curls out of my face.

He clears his throat but doesn’t look at me. “Is that you, Leo?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” I yawn. “The storm scared the crap out of me.”

“Huh. I guess I must not have heard it,” Jason admits, his voice low in an effort to avoid waking anyone up. “How long have you been up for?”

I shrug. “Not super long. Do you need me to take a turn?”

Someone rolls over in the dark, the rustling of their blankets barely audible over the storm. “No. Chiron and I just swapped. Thank you, though.”

“Suit yourself.” I settle back into my makeshift bed, fidgeting with the metal elephant for a few minutes before tiredness washes over me again.

Before I fall asleep, however, I hear a quiet sniffle, followed by a strange whimpering noise. I crane my head toward the sound, my eyes landing on Jason, who has his head in his hands. Is he…crying? Man, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jason cry. I want to say something to him, to see if there is anything I can do, but he probably just wants to be left alone right now.

So, I lie back down and close my eyes, Jason’s quiet sobs fading into the background as sleep overtakes me.

†††

When I wake up for the second time, it is to Jason shaking me awake, his eyes wide with panic and the blood drained from his face.

“Leo, where is she? Have you seen her?” he urges frantically. I notice that everyone else is beginning to stir, Silena and Piper rousing them from their slumbers.

“What? Who—”

Jason interrupts me with the same question before I can answer. “Have you seen her? Leo, please tell me that you saw her!”

I sit up. “Saw who, Jason? You’re not making any sense, dude.”

Jason’s voice comes out strained as tears well in his eyes. “Thalia. She’s missing.”

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When I think of how dangerously irresponsible it was of team rwby to drop Atlas on Mantle, I think back to FF7 Remake/ Intergrade when Shinra drops the Sector 7 plate and you see the absolute havoc of people running for their lives and their homes being crushed by debris. Just this terrifying, claustophobic experience which makes it all the more jarringly casual it's portrayed in rwby.

I don't know anything about Final Fantasy, but hard agree about how casually all this was portrayed in Volume 8. Though we're obviously missing pieces of the upcoming Volume 9, we currently have a timeline that reads:

Decide to destroy an entire Kingdom

No one questions, discusses, tries to prevent, or freaks out about that

Civilian horror is tied primarily to the Vacuo grimm attack -- an event the heroes set up -- not the fate of their Kingdom

Really, none of them should even know that Atlas is gone yet. They were shuffled through magical portals (which, from their perspective, shouldn't exist) and I have little to no faith that anyone will respond emotionally to learning, "Hey, did a bunch of barely licensed teenagers just destroy our home with magic?"

The emotional impact of this event for the heroes is nonexistent because the writers were so focused on crafting Ironwood into the 'perfect' villain. The mood of that scene is somewhat celebratory because the fate of Atlas and Mantle is simultaneously the fate (death) of our villain of the Volume. Putting aside the absurdity of Ironwood filling that role when Salem is right there, walking away with even more power, it's really mind-boggling that with the exception of Qrow's horror specifically for the girls -- note that the audience knows they're safe in whatever reality they've fallen into -- the takeaway is, "Yay, the evil rich city is destroyed, evil Ironwood is dead, and most of the citizens have escaped. They'll be fine because they're with the heroes. So this is a win!" Like, don't get me wrong, the finale is super depressing for plenty of reasons the story intends (like Penny) but that emotion isn't tied to the Kingdom's destruction. The story does not care that Atlas is lost. In fact, it presents it as, if not an overtly good thing, than an inevitable necessity with a bunch of unintentional upsides. Which is a mess of an ethical claim in a story that's trying to be all, "There are Good People and Bad People and that divide is actually very easy to determine despite us pretending that there's gray."

Then our leader and protagonist cries for a few seconds before, and I cannot stress this enough, getting distracted by a talking mouse.

Sure, there are indeed straightforward reasons why we don't get a scene like in FF (the residents are already evacuated when their home is destroyed. At least, all the residents that matter to the show's ethics have been evacuated), but the real question is why RWBY crafted a scenario in which the obliteration of an entire Kingdom and the horrific death of a former hero is something that the residents of that Kingdom aren't a part of and the heroes, our responsible party, shrug off. "They'll definitely tackle the impact of this in Volume 9!" I don't think they will and even if they do, it doesn't matter. The show failed to have the character weigh (and justify) the significance of that action when they were making it, so any follow up of, "Wow. What we did was kinda serious, huh? :/ " is going to read as hollow at best, infuriating at worst. Oh, now you're considering the impact of your actions. Now you're feeling remorse. Now when it won't do any good (because, let's face it, we're not getting an arc involving the girls changing their behavior. I'm all for characters making HUGE mistakes and learning from it, but RWBY doesn't let the characters learn anything anymore) and the impact of having this in the past will encourage everyone to respond with a, "It had to be done." Yang's speech in Volume 8 about how every mistake they've made was Completely Justified and Heroic gives me no hope that the show will do anything other than continue to treat Atlas' destruction as the inconsequential necessity it absolutely was not.

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#5

i. Maneater

Eddie Munson x Henderson Sister!reader

Word Count | 2,020

Summary | You have a bit of a reputation for...getting around. But you pretend to be a sweetheart oh so well. Luckily, Eddie "The Freak" Munson knows how to see right through the rumors.

Author's Note | just a casual little three parter! also, I apologize in advance if this one is a little out of character for him. I kind of struggled to get his vibe accurate. also omg I'm in love with the cover. this picture of him has me frothing at the mouth just a tad. his gaze is so soft. and. his arms. I am in love again. I most likely will make a sequel for this little trilogy because I have IDEAS.

Warnings | mentions of promiscuity, mentions of drug usage, nothing else I can think of!

Parts |

Maneater

i. | ii. | iii.

Head Over Heels

i. | ii. | iii.

Your brother was a fanatic at this point. He talked about Dungeons and Dragons almost all the time. In the car on the drive to school, during school, at the dinner table, and any other conversation he could slip the game into. You wouldn’t be surprised if his dreams were filled with it either. Neither you or your mom really bought into the conspiracy that it was indoctrinating kids into a satanic cult, but you both agreed that the obsession Dustin had slowly been cultivating throughout his childhood was reaching a fever pitch, especially when he joined the high school's D & D club.

There was one other thing that Dustin talked about a lot too, and that was the Hellfire Club’s Dungeon Master, Eddie Munson. Being a teenage boy with no father figure in his life, Dustin latched on to almost any older male in his life. And he got protective of them very quickly.

For example, when Steve came around, Dustin made you swear up and down that you weren’t going to fall madly in love with him. That had been an easy promise to make. Steve Harrington wasn’t exactly your type. Yeah, he was cute and had been a basketball player, but he lacked the grit that you really looked for in guys. Besides, you hadn’t forgotten how he’d bullied a bunch of your friends during sophomore year. Steve was too conventional, you decided. Too much like the kind of guy your mother would adore if you took him home.

And as much as you loved your mother, you did enough with your life to make her proud. So what if you went to the occasional party on the weekend? So what if you snuck a few guys into your room? As long as you made it home before your 11 pm curfew and kept your grades high, you were just fine. Your mother didn’t have to know about any of your exploits outside of school.

Except Dustin knew. A little. He couldn’t be stopped from pushing his nose into your affairs on a good day but when he walked into your bedroom as Connor Fielding was putting his shirt back on after a particularly eventful night, Dustin swore he’d keep his mouth shut about all of it if you did one thing. That one thing was driving him to every place his social life required him to be at. Thus began your thankless career as Dustin’s chauffeur.

Though you’d driven Dustin to D & D meets about a dozen times before and went to the same high school as him, you’d never met this Eddie Munson. All of your classes were in advanced placement so you’d certainly never been in a classroom with him. You hadn’t even had a chance encounter during his infamous rants in the cafeteria where he teased the jocks and cheerleaders. The way your classmates talked about him with such disdain combined with Dustin’s idolatry of him fueled this legendary status. The man might as well be a god, as far as Dustin had convinced you.

So when you saw the leather and denim clad, curly haired, dark eyed guy with chains and jewelry dripping from almost every part of his look, you didn’t think twice. In fact, you wouldn’t have thought about him again if he hadn’t spotted you in your car and sauntered over as Dustin ran to get into the backseat. And nothing, absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared you for seeing him up close.

“Well, hello there.” He purred with a lazy smirk. He had a bit of a six o' clock shadow forming along his jaw, telling you that he couldn't possibly be a high school student. Yet, he wore the same baseball style tee that members of the Hellfire Club wore. Whoever this guy was, you didn't care exactly.

“Hi,” you muttered, returning a tight lipped smile. You were just waiting for Dustin to buckle his seatbelt when the guy brought his fists up to rest under his cheeks, elbows planted firmly on your door.

“Uh…do I know you?” Your brow quirked up at him.

“I was wondering the same thing.” His eyes went wild, his expression almost theatrical in nature.

“I’m Dustin’s older sister.” You shook your head slowly, hoping the interaction would soon be over. Through your rear view mirror you could just start to see Dustin’s face contort into a horrified frown.

The guy gave Dustin a brief but knowing look before replying, “Ah, makes sense. I’m-”

“Eddie Munson! He’s Eddie Munson, the Dungeon Master, and he’s totally off limits!” Your brother screeched from the backseat.

“What’s that all about?” Eddie chuckled awkwardly.

You lowered your voice, scrunching your nose, “Nothing, he just gets fussy when he hasn’t had a snack in a couple of hours.” The little comment earned a snort from Eddie and he dipped his head, covering his face with his hair, so Dustin wouldn’t see him laugh

His gaze peeked out from behind his dark locks, “So what’s a girl like you doing toting her brother around all day?”

You sighed, already exasperated at his antics. Based on the stories, you’d expected Eddie Munson would be…well…a freak. But at that moment he looked just like any other guy trying to philander his way into your life.

“Well, I’m afraid that’s none of your business.” You said sweetly.

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#4

@ all the children on tiktok that were saying “they won’t kill eddie!!! they just introduced him!!!”

(don’t worry I was in denial too)

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#3

iii. Maneater

Eddie Munson x Henderson Sister!reader

Word Count | 4,111

Summary | You have a bit of a reputation for...getting around. But you pretend to be a sweetheart oh so well. Luckily, Eddie "The Freak" Munson knows how to see right through the rumors.

Author's Note | this one...has me feeling some kind of way. I wasn't planning to include smut in this one but like...once I got going I could not stop my disgusting little hands from typing these words.

Warnings | smut, thigh riding, mentions of masturbation, mentions of drugs, bits of fluff, nothing else I can think of!

Parts |

Maneater

i. | ii. | iii.

Head Over Heels

i. | ii. | iii.

“You better not be taking me out here so you can murder me.” You shot Eddie a suspicious look as he parked in front of the lake. He scoffed, taking his keys out of the ignition and twirling the key ring around his index finger before giving you that maddening look you were quickly becoming acquainted with.

“I’m taking you out here because it’s romantic.” The corner of his lips curled up into a little smirk.

“Mmm, very believable.” You opened the passenger side door, shoes landing firmly on the damp grass. You didn't like being out this late. Especially out in the middle of nowhere. As boring as Hawkins was, the darkness of the forest brought a kind of eeriness that left you on edge. You clung to the fondness your brother had for Eddie as proof that you could trust him too.

Eddie shut his door, resting his arms on the window opening like he had done on your car only days before. Even with his face obstructed by the night and his hair sweeping down his forehead, you could see the light in his eyes from where you stood on the other side of the van. How they were filled with a flicker.

Eddie was already over the moon that you’d gone with him. He half expected you to bail out on him. He kept checking his wristwatch every few minutes, preparing to drive himself back to the trailer park and tucking in to smoke some of his good stuff. But when you rounded the corner, he had to try hard to contain the joy he felt.

He shook his head, “It’s true. I can have my moments. Besides, you're gonna try and tell me that you haven't been out here once?"

You turned, back against the side of the van, looking up at the stars. You didn't want him to see the flush on your face when you answered, "I haven't, actually." It was a little embarrassing that the first proper date you were going on was with Eddie. You’d come to terms with how attractive he was but he wasn’t right for you. Just like Steve wasn’t enough, Eddie was too much. He was proving it with his incessant wisecracking and sharp tongue.

"But you're the...what word did you use again?"

You didn't want to say it again, lingering at the edge of the van, the mushy ground beneath you suddenly becoming very interesting. "Maneater?" You cringed.

Eddie popped around your side of the van, making you jump slightly. "The Maneater! I thought some sap had to have brought you here sometime."

"I don't really go on dates exactly." Shaking your head and scrunching your nose at the idea, Eddie had to admit he was a little confused. He'd yet to piece you together. In his head, most of the preps were the same. When he heard people gossip about what drunken thing you'd done at a party, he concluded that you were just another boring suburban girl trying to distract yourself through little acts of degeneracy and voyeurism. That must have meant you were going on dates every weekend, right? But the way Dustin and his friends talked about you...their tales were so far removed from the rumors. And you were acting almost timid about the whole thing.

"You can't expect me to believe that."

You became indignant, “Listen, I can count on one hand how many guys I’ve actually taken home.”

“And how many have you kissed?” Eddie bit down on the cold metal ring wrapped around his index finger as if he had any actual shame asking you the question. Truthfully, he was dying to know where the real you began.

The indifferent front cracked when you let out an audacious smirk of your own. “I’d need a lot more hands for that one.”

He brushed the statement off. In the hours between asking you out and now, he had cleaned up the back of his van like never before. Hell, he drug out his Uncle’s old Hoover so he could attempt to vacuum the back. Old beer cans and pizza boxes were discarded as he made room to lay down some old fleece blankets that he and his uncle kept stashed for winters. In the same closet they were kept in, he found an old string of Christmas lights from a season that had long since passed. They were old but battery operated, thank god. He wanted the mood of the night to be perfect. 

When he flung open the vans back doors, he quickly flicked the switch on the battery pack, the lights were weak and flickered every few seconds. They shed the whole backseat in a delicate yellow light. Eddie had obviously sprayed some sort of flowery scent. But underneath it…yeah…that was weed. He’d even thrown some lumpy pillows in for good measure. The patterned tapestries he’d pinned up along the sides reminded you of when you'd make blanket forts when you were little. The sight left you somewhat speechless.

"Oh my god..." You breathed. Eddie sat on the edge of the van, patting the spot next to him, urging you could join him. Quickly, you followed his direction, shifting until your thigh was just barely touching his. This close proximity became all too real when he bumped your shoulder with his own.

“So, would I be part of your…collection now?” The wash of sadness that passed over his face made your blood run cold. 

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#2

I'm Not Looking at Your Junk | Timothy Klitz x fem!Reader

Timothy Klitz x fem!Reader

Word Count | 6,206

Summary | Despite being an infamous prude, Timothy Klitz wasn't expecting it when you said you hadn't watched the sex ed tape he and his friends made during senior year. Little does he know, however, college has given you a chance to become a bit more experienced.

Author's Note | The way I love and hate this so much is ridiculous. I had to get this idea out of my head because it was just clawing at the inside of my skull!! Also, I called him Tim the entire time because I definitely would've been hella uncomfy in high school calling him Klitz all the time if this was an irl man??? I hope I did my man Klitzy justice because I love him so much. I am so nervous about posting this but fuck it!!!

Warnings | smut, (protected!) sex, loss of virginity, fingering, mentions of masturbation, mdni, please let me know if I need to add anything else!

You sighed as you flopped down on Timothy Klitz's couch. The cushions had flattened so much that you were only raised inches from the ground. Even though he was going to Yale, Tim and his two other roommates were set on spending the least amount of money possible to furnish the place. So when one of the guys found the couch free for the taking on the side of the road, of course he picked it up and had it hauled up the apartment stairs.

Tim didn't even know the guys that well. They were nice enough but obviously weren't his type of people. He was sure they'd drop out before the end of the year. But the two brothers were holding their own. Sent there with daddy's money, they'd refused to stay in the dorms where the campus security could bust them for underage drinking and the litany of drugs they were using. When Tim had found out that there weren't any dorm spaces left, he outsourced. The brothers wanted a third person to get in on the rent so they could spend more on supplies for their weekly parties. And with the meager pay Tim was making at his internship, their range met his budget.

On the bright side, their absences made it possible for you to visit more often.

You had your own dorm room but both of your roommates had boyfriends. Most nights you were stuck in your room listening to the sounds of intense lovemaking on the other side of one or two of your walls. That being said, Tim's sparsely decorated apartment with cracks in the drywall was clearly the better option to hang out in.

Tim wasn't complaining about it either. He'd known you since freshman year of high school and considered you one of his closest friends. Having Eli and Matt at his side made it a bit difficult to spend alone time with you. Any time Tim would tell Eli that he had to get off the phone because you were on your way over to his house, Eli would be wailing at the other end: Klitz, you better bang her. Or else I really might kill myself this time. In Eli's eyes, Tim was wasting a situation that was just dripping with erotic potential. She adores you, man. You could slap her ass in the middle of class and she'd thank you! Eli was so sure of himself.

Tim would never do that though. Sure, he liked you, but he couldn't imagine you seeing him in any similar way. You weren’t really the type to just hook up with some guy like it was nothing, especially if some guy was your nerd of a best friend. So just like every other weekend before, he shoved the video tape into the VCR and settled on the uncomfortable couch alongside you.

He'd found some horror flick at Blockbuster a few days before that he thought you’d get a kick out of. As terrible as the effects were in movies like this, the sight of even fake blood freaked him out. You made enough jokes to compensate for the moments where he got too queasy, but this one might be the death of him.

The dramatic title card flew towards the screen: Return of the Bloody Boogeyman!

Your face lit up at the text, already excited for what the night would bring. "You gonna tap out on me for this one?" you spoke teasingly.

He shook his head, brown hair flipping with the action, "You know, I am insulted you'd think I'm that much of a chicken." You laughed with a nefarious anticipation. You couldn't wait for when he would break and start gagging at the low budget visuals.

Of course it started with a completely clothed sex scene. Two teenagers packed into the back of a Cadillac convertible, gasping and moaning exaggeratedly. The black and white filter made it difficult to scrutinize what was going on in the darkly lit scene but the point was made very clear.

"God, it must have sucked having sex back then." you mused.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's not like people were casually hooking up all the time. You had to wait until you were married to some guy and even then, they'd probably be super disappointing in bed. But by the time you figured that out, you're locked in." You were talking with your hands now.

Tim wasn’t really used to talking about the topic of sex with you. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond. "Yeah, that probably sucked." Agreeing would probably be his best bet, he decided.

"Now, we have whole instruction manuals to show us the way." You poked at his side. You occasionally teased him about the sex ed tape he and his friends had made on prom night. Though you'd been there that night, watching doors with Tim while Eli and his actors were filming, you had tried not to get too involved with the actual crew. The whole prospect was way too awkward.

It's kind of weird, isn't it? You had said to Tim as you two stood outside a classroom door, guarding it. Your voice was hushed with a tinge of anxiety behind it.

What's weird?  He said vaguely. 

I dunno, it's weird that right behind us are two pornstars just...hanging out in our English class... Tim had let out a stifled snicker. You all would've done anything to help Matt and Danielle out. But that didn't mean it wasn't super uncomfortable.

"Oh yeah, like that taught you some actual techniques." Everyone knew how reserved you'd been in high school. No matter how informative the video was, you were set on being as prudish as possible. 

"That tape didn't teach me jack shit." You spat.

Tim scrunched up his face and shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't think it was that bad. It wouldn't be selling so well if it was complete nonsense, right?"

"I wouldn't know how much of it is or isn't nonsense." You mumbled, finally having gotten to the end of your teasing. And Tim now got what you were hinting at.

He scoffed and looked at you with a cheeky grin, “You haven’t watched the video?”

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My #1 post of 2022

Eating Out | Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3,422

Summary | Eddie can't afford to take you out to dinner. Naturally, he decides to treat you to an enlightening night at Chez Eddie.

Author’s Note | remember that time I said I'd write a thing where Eddie rails you after making you dinner??? so yeah, about that, I slightly adjusted the idea to make a pun with the title...if y'all want a sequel, I am very up for it (I'm begging, please someone give me an excuse to write a sequel because if y'all want it I will do it, I know we're gonna need some fun content after the new episodes come out tomorrow lol)

Warnings | smut (MDNI), oral (male receiving), mentions of drugs, nothing else I can think of!!

Eddie Munson hates spending money on dates. He's not a cheapskate. It's just that he can't exactly spend money he doesn't have. Sure, he does odd jobs around the trailer park to make some cash on the side and gets paid in singles to play at that hole in the wall bar in Hawkins. But it's nowhere near the kind of money that would allow him to take you somewhere like Enzo's. Enzo's wouldn't be his speed anyways. If he walked into a joint like that, they'd tell him to march right back out of there after their eyeballs were done popping out of their sockets.

He loves you. God, he loves you immensely. But he'd rather pitch himself into the quarry than treat you to fine dining. That doesn’t matter anyways, he has a better idea in mind.

Eddie tells you to come to his trailer after school on Friday night. His uncle is working. You are already well acquainted with this routine. You come with minimal makeup (Eddie will end up making it run anyways) and a short skirt with panties he can easily pull aside. But when you’re knocking on the trailer door and he opens it, it’s not the Eddie you’re used to seeing. 

He’s wearing a white t-shirt that’s a little too small on him, as if it’s been a few years since he’d first gotten it. The most shocking part is the bowtie sitting right above his collarbone. It's not real, of course, but drawn on. You can see the marker streaks that reveal how he attempted to spruce up the ill-fitting garment. Your mouth hangs open at the fabric stretching across his chest, accentuating the full shape of his torso and exposing his midriff. Somehow, it’s more suggestive than if he didn't have a shirt on.

“Good evening, mademoiselle. Are you ready for an extravagant night at Chez Eddie?” He asks with a wink and a smile that shows he knows exactly what he's doing with the ensemble. His jeans hang dangerously low as he sways his hips ever so slightly. He knows exactly what’s running through your mind as you drink up his delectable figure. 

You cough and bring your gaze back to his eyes, “Excuse me?” You stare at him, brow raised. You’re used to his antics by now, but this was a new one.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Just come inside, you dork.”

Then you’re wandering in the dim trailer where Eddie has set up a fold up table in the middle of the tiny living room. Two fold up chairs are pushed in on either side of the table.

Eddie leads you to the chair that faces away from the kitchen and pulls it out, saying, “Sit. Dinner will be out shortly.”

He disappears behind you. You hear him moving things around in the kitchen and it finally sets in what he’s trying to do. You smile and look down at your hands. There’s even a little candle on the table! Wait…that’s-- that’s a stick of butter that Eddie stuck a rolled up toilet paper wick in on a plate. You’re taken aback but still smitten at the effort.

A few seconds later, Eddie comes around with two bowls, setting one down in front of you and the other on his side of the table.

“From our esteemed Chef Campbell we have…chicken noodle soup.” You hold back a giggle when you see the familiar watery soup of your childhood, little pieces of chicken and vegetables floating along the surface. Eddie has lived in the trailer park with his uncle long enough that he knows how to get by when it comes to food. He has a taste for junk food, knows how to mix things together to make something that’s just edible enough. Your tastes must be a little more refined, he figures.

So he had pulled out some of the dried herbs and spices from the kitchen cabinet that never got used. Fuck, they’re so old that the expiration date has long since passed. Eddie just shrugged. That just means the flavor has faded a little, right? He’ll just have to use a little extra. 

Thyme? He’s got all the time in the world for it. Rosemary? Sounds nice. Oregano? Fuck yeah. Chef Campbell can make a mean soup, but Eddie is a wizard with seasonings.

When the spoon is in your mouth, you're hit with the flecks of flavor that don't quite make sense together. But Eddie looks at you with an anticipation that forces you to smile through the strange bite.

"It's good!" you chirp.

Eddie grins and holds his hands up, "What can I say? You've got a man who knows his way around a kitchen, princess."

No, I absolutely do not. 

But you laugh and take another spoonful of the soup. If this will make him happy, then you can suffer through the assault on your taste buds.

The next course is grilled cheese, though it's quite obvious that Eddie had burned the bread while cooking it. That's the one Eddie gets nervous about. With money being so tight, it had been a while since he or his uncle went grocery shopping. He only had so many pieces of bread left. He tried to keep an eye on them as they cooked. But it was just his luck that in the few minutes he took to rifle through the fridge, looking for a drink option, the kitchen became engulfed in the bitter charred stench. Hoping you would notice, he sprayed some artificial floral air freshener and scraped the burnt bits of bread off the side he'd overcooked.

You actually didn't mind the grilled cheese too much. Sure, it wasn't the prettiest sandwich to look at, but it tasted alright. The plastic cheese was overpowered by the toasted bread that tore at the roof of your mouth. Your throat overwhelmingly dry, you drank from the glass of liquid that Eddie poured out for you. Apple juice. Thank god. You could drink apple juice all day if it got the rancid aftertaste of the soup out of your mouth.

About an hour had passed since you'd first arrived. The butter candle had long since burned out, leaving you mostly in the dark. The sun was quickly disappearing from the view of the living room window and you wonder when the dinner will be over and the real fun part of the night will arrive. Being around Eddie was always fun. But nothing beats the feeling of his hands running over your thighs and up your shirt. And as the night gets later, you clench your thighs more and more, impatiently waiting for some sort of relief.

"Now, we have our dessert!" Eddie walks back into view. “This one is extra special.”

In both his hands is a plate. A sad, lumpy cake placed on top. You can tell that he must've ran into some sort of problem during the baking process.

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i listen to tts r/askreddit compilations on youtube and my favorite ones are the paranormal life stories, here are a few genre of stories that come back regularly:

- this is a good prompt to test my writing skills (quality may vary)

- something legitimately freaky happened to me and im aware a logical explanation is possible but i still havent figured it out (sometimes genuine, sometimes obtuse and unwilling to consider a logical angle)

- raccoons

-something weird happened to me and im happy to share it in a concise and interesting way (rarely paranormal but they dont try to pretend, usually genuine and interesting/funny)

- i have seizures

- i have sleep paralysis

- i hang out in the woods alone at night because gods and predators can all suck my dick (and cougars/foxes/boars/bears/mooses/whatever tf else make weird noises)

- i have cats

- ok so technically this happened to my wife's cousin's uncle's great great great grandmother twice removed and its very obviously a family retelling of an oral tale that got passed down and i havent realised its very probably not real but im still going to chug through it and try to make my storytelling as fancy and ornate as possible instead of the 2 sentences i could write in 20 seconds

- it was a drugged/drunk person

- i think native american beliefs are scary and im going to make it your problem for the next minute and a half

- i accidentally made half my town think i was slenderman by walking my dog at weird hours and im too awkward to say anything about it

- i have hallucinations

- sorry this story isnt paranormal but someone tried to steal my skin and burn down my house and it was very scary! i know its not paranormal i apologize!! (aka honey i hope your therapist has a seatbelt on their office chair cause woof)

- raccoons again

[thatsthetriick]

Stardust Crusaders getting stuck with Y/n (Request, hcs, slighlty NSFW humour)

ANON U ARE A GENUIS! I LOVE U FOR REQUESTING THIS! I HOPE YOU LOVE IT! 💕

Summary: Mariah’s stand (Bastet) manage to get you stuck with a stardust crusader, how woudl they act? Disclaimer: All characters are aged up to adults!, expect perverted or weird thoughts from the characters, some very touchy moments with the crusaders and getting into awkward and inappropriate poses, if you’re not comfortable with this please don’t force yourselves!  💖, reader is gn, and an adult! p.s I don’t know how to french sorry. Additional info: It might not follow the exact episode I’m sorry! More headcanons from me: Masterlist/taglist~ Requests/ask box are open: Ask/Request here! Header:  Daytime Shooting Star

Y/N and Crusaders stuck with each other Headcanons!

Joseph Joestar (Old)

➷ You’ll encounter Mariah’s stand by trying to open the lights to a bathroom (for some reason it’s close) but there were two electric switch boxes and you unfortunately got to touch Mariah’s stand and got a static feeling, you shrug it off and just find the correct switch.

 ➷ Awkwardly some random nails on the floor stabbed your arm as you wash your arms, you found this weird and just clean your wound and looked around, obviously you’ll be more cautious after that weird encounter.

  ➷ You’ll meet Joseph being chased on the hallways with knives and forks and you’ll immediately follow him to help him. You’ll yell for his name yet he runs faster and is unable to hear you

  ➷ Once you reach with him you two are panting and you help him take off the knives and forks from behind, “There’s a stand user that managed to make me attract metal.” He’ll explain as you calmly took off the forks and knives and he grunts, “Ow! Be careful y/n!” he’ll rub his back, “Sorry.” you’ll nervously scratch the back of your head as you chuckle.

 ➷”There she is!” Joseph starts running and following the girl as you follow him but you two slowly start getting closer together, “Look Y/n you’re kind of too close.” he’ll say as his pace slows down and you’ll tell him that he was the one moving towards you.

 ➷ The stand user manage to get away so now you’re stuck with Joseph shoulder to shoulder

 ➷ You two decided that you should probably come up with a plan so you held on to a wooden pillar as Joseph tries to pull away, “God! This stand!” he angrily exclaimed as he agressively kept pulling away from you and hits his shoulder to yours and the side of his waist to your side. “Ouch cut it out Joseph!” You’ll scold him.

 ➷ “Sorry Y/n, it’s just this stand is so annoying!” He’ll say frustrated and kept trying to get off you and you knew that he won’t really get off of you easily.

  ➷ He’s really angry at this stand and would probably say a lot of things and they’re nothing but complaints!

  ➷ Because of his constant movements you manage to slide the wrong way and now it looks like he is spooning you with him facing front and was facing your back now, and you were embarrassed but it seemed like he didn’t even notice the severity of the situation, espcially the citizens walking by were noticing you two and it looked weird out of context.

 ➷ “Y/n! Push as well!”, “Stop saying weird things!” you’ll probably scold him for saying that 

 ➷ Eventually you’ll tell him to stop pushing away because he just ends up grinding on you and once he notices he kind of looks away, embarrassed and apologize as you discuss the plan to him

  ➷ “What if we do it slowly and then you try to hold onto something with your hermit purple? Sounds good?” You’ll suggest, you eventually manage to separate but everyone still looked at your weirdly as you two ran to look for Mariah.

  ➷ Let’s just say you keep remembering that memory, you eventually sit down near the hotel and wait for everyone else to come back and Polnareff will be the one to ask if you two were doing some weird affair and that’s why you two got separated and you’ll just ignore him

Jotaro Kujo

 ➷ You’re probably buying from a shop somewhere and sat on a bench and felt static on your hands and look at the weird switch on the bench and ignore it. But caps of bottled drinks start getting stuck to you and unfortunately went through your ice cream and you had to throw it since there’s random caps on it, but once you go to the trash can all the scrap metal start going out and you start running away.

  ➷ Jotaro was probably just walking outside, he touched the switch by accident as well but he’ll be somewhere around with both hands in his pockets taking a peaceful walk 

  ➷ Unfortunately you two bumped into each other while being chased and sadly the scraps of metal still stabbed your back, you’ll probably groan on his chest because of the sharp pieces that just hit you.

  ➷ “Get off me.” He’ll say in his annoyed voice and you apologize and try to get away from him just to be dragged back to him, “What the hell do you think you’re doing.” he’ll add another comment as you literally struggle to get off him, even using both of your hands to stretch you out from his chest but you really can’t and Jotaro sighs in frustration.

  ➷ He uses both of his hands to hold your shoulder and pull you back just for him to realize that you really  can’t get off of him, his eyes widened and looked around he knows that this was a work of a stand though he doesn’t know the abilities yet of this stand. 

 ➷ “Tch” he’ll mutter as he tries to think of ways to get you two out of the public, he’ll carefully take off his arms from your shoulder and hold your back so it seems like you’re hugging him so it doesn’t seem awkward, he really doesn’t like attention put to you two.

 ➷ He’ll drag you to the alleyway and try to think of a way to separate you two just for you to quickly push off of him, he tries to tell you to stop but once you pull out another time you got dragged back to him and you two fell over, his hat was now on the streets. You two were on the ground with his back on the pavement and you on top of him — still on his chest.

 ➷ “Hey! Can’t you just-” you cut him off but getting up, now you were straddling him, or that’s what it looks like, “We have no time! The stand user could’ve gone away.” you fight back as he let out a groan of annoyance, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing!” he’ll scold you since you were now straddling him, honestly he had a shocked expression because you’re trying to get off of him so much and your just bouncing on him at this point, not only that but this guy likes you! So he was really embarrassed and flustered you can see the mixture of those emotions on his face, though it mostly consist of shock.

➷ Remember his cap on the streets? A bunch of teenagers saw the cap and heard mumbled noises on the alleyway and deduced that it must’ve belonged to the voices, as they check they saw you two in a awkward position.

➷ “Tch look what you’ve done.” Jotaro would complain(still flustered on what you just did) and you would answer back, “I’ll just do it faster then!” it was pretty weird saying that out of context and this guy was really feeling weird and flustered as you so he was trying to really stop you. He kinda likes the feeling though, which he felt guilt for thinking that and shrugged off the thought immediately while his face remained the same slightly shocked face with furrowed eyebrows.

➷ You’ll eventually get tired and just lie back down his chest as he thought of a plan, “Stand up.” he’ll demand and you two tried to stand up even though both of you are facing each other.

➷ He’ll use SP’s speed to punch himself off of you and it worked and you quickly walked away as far as you can from him, “You should get those healed, I’ll take care of this.” He grabs his cap and adjusts it to cover his eyes slightly. He was referring to the wounds you got earlier you were about to speak when he spoke first, “Good Grief, just listen for once.” he’ll say as he didn’t want to get you hurt anymore, honestly he’s a tsundere but a protective one and eventually defeated the stand on his own

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

 ➷ He’ll touch the switch as a curious thing as well but shrug it off and visit you since you two share a room, he’ll playfull knock on the door and wait for you to open it instead of just opening it since it was his room as well.

 ➷You’ll open it and he’ll start the conversation with a praise, “You’re so beautiful/handsome Mademoiselle/Monsieur “ and you’ll just accept it and let him in, but as he gets in for som reason your metal belt was pulled onto him and you were freaking out.

 ➷ He’ll just laugh it off and hug you back, “I didn’t know you felt that way cheri/cherie”, “You could’ve just asked for a hug!” you’ll playfully get angry at him and try to get away and as you did your belt still stayed on his rear pelvis area, “Huh? How did that get stuck.” He’s genuinely confused and held the leather part of the belt and struggle, you even helped him.

 ➷ “I’ll deal with this.” he goes to the downstairs bathroom to take it off there and as you watch him walk to the hallways you follow him and as you take down the stairs you accidentally held a wall with a switch and you’ll just look at the switch then to your palm then just move on waiting for Polnareff outside the bathroom.

 ➷ You’ll hear him angrily mumble something in the bathroom, you were about to open it to check if he was alright when he walked out before you did and then hand back the belt, as you grab your belt your hands was into a fist form and so was his, and at the end of his fist your fist just connected and he was confused with your touchiness today.

 ➷ He chuckles this off and teases you as you genuinely struggle to get your hand off and you tell him you really can’t take it off and he’ll shrug this as an excuse till he tries moving his hands away and realizes that indeed both of your hands were stuck. Eventually you two quickly connected, your front bodies facing each other.

  ➷ He honestly blushes at this and scratches the back of his head and realizes his hand was stuck there too and he slowly takes it off. “It’s a stand!” You’ll exclaim and both of you will get in the bathroom.

 ➷ You two were in a hugging position as you two mumble to yourselves as you two try to guess the stands ability, and the metal scraps from the bathroom was enough to explain it all. You suggest you two should try to pry out but you two kept getting back, everytime you two attempt to pull away you two will just connect with a hard impact that will make Polnareff feel awkward, “C-can we do this slower?!” He’ll exclaim loudly and people outside the bathroom could hear him say that.

 ➷ “Fine! I’ll be gentle!”  you will yell back as you move back till your back hits the marble sink, you then carefully let go of your hand off Polnareff and hold the marble sink even though you’re facing the other way, you hold on tightly to the sink and your chest and his chest disconnects and struggled with the lower parts because Polnareff was freaking out in a flustered way.

 ➷ He’ll be saying comments like, “It this really the only way?” and something similar as you try to disconnect both of your lower parts, as soon as you two disconnect he fell to a stall in a bathroom and you quickly ran out of the bathroom and tell him to hurry up.

 ➷ He’ll stay in the stall for a few minutes covering his eyes with his hands feeling so embarrassed and can’t stop replying the awkward scene. As you walk out of the bathroom another guy came in and looked are you weirdly as you ran away and saw Polnareff in a open stall and looked at him weirdly.

 ➷ You basically defeated the stand user on your own because you and Polnareff splitted up and he doesn’t know where you went and vice versa for you. Let’s just say he never brought it up again but he still thinks of it as night and still gets flustered at the thought of it.

Muhammad Avdol

 ➷ He’ll curiously touch it as well because he’ll find the switch in a weird area and he’s curious on what’s it’s use, after feeling the static he shrugged it off. He’s probably just looking for you, you in the other hand mistouched it as well.

 ➷ When he finally looks at you you’ll accidentally bump into him and he accidentally holds your wrist as you two bump, “Oh my dearest apologize Ms./Mr. L/n”  he try to take off his hand from your wrists but when he realizes he can’t he gulps and starts sweating trying to take it off, “What’s wrong?” You’ll question him since he was talking awhile to take off his hand from your wrists.

 ➷ “It seems like I can’t take it off” he says that as he uses his other hand to pull his hand — that was holding your wrist — nevertheless his hand got stuck to his other one as well. You try to hold his wrist to uncoil it but you also got stuck and you start to sweat and groan as well. As he tries to pull both of his arms out from yours he managed to just drag you to him.

 ➷ Now you two were in a hugging position and it was awkward because you two will probably be flustered just like how Avdol got flustered in the original episode, he’ll also be embarrassed and you will be embarrassed along with him and you two will suffer since everyone is already looking at the both of you being too close to each other.

 ➷ “We shouldn’t move that much, it would look weird.” he would suggest but you would try to move away from him and you two thought it worked as first so you immediately faced the other direction ready to run just for your rear end to be connected to his lower bottom (Just like Joseph & avdol in the orig), he’s honestly really embarrassed right now and this is the part where you’ll probably stop moving now since you were too scared to move.

  ➷ he gulps as he tries to think of ways to get off of you, “There must be another way.” he’ll mumble to himself and to you as you two look around for something to grab on, it seems like you two already though of an idea. Since none of your stands would be helpful in this situation there was no point in bringing them out so you two went to an area to hold objects. 

  ➷ Yeah that didn’t work, you two ended up in a awkward position as you two chase over the girl, but it was somewhat effective, you rode his back like a piggyback ride as he chases her, and with you using your stand to attack the stand user.

  ➷ After you two defeated the user it’s a bit awkward but you try joking it off even though both of you are embarrassed since a lot of people witnessed you two get into a weird position. You awkwardly tell him it will be a funny story to tell in the future as you two walk back to the hotel side by side.

Noriaki Kakyoin 

 ➷ Oh no yours and his would be in public which is embarrassing, the whole group is probably out on breakfast and he went to the bathroom and he washed his hands and dried it and without looking accidentally touched Mariah’s stand. He shrugged it off and went back to the table, and you in the other hand held a random rock that had the switch on it (it was big rock).

 ➷ You two sat besides each other unintentionally and he was showing you the menu and educating you about the taste of each meal and a brief history while Jotaro scoffs and respond with a “Tch” (he was genuinely jealous but his face said otherwise).

  ➷ You would be holding the menu and his hand held yours as he took a peak on the menu as well and continued his interesting facts, but as he tries to take it off he struggled and everyone questioned him if he was alright as Jotaro menacingly stares at Kakyoin’s hands on yours, “What’s wrong?” Joseph would probably ask.

 ➷ You would see Noriaki struggle so you decided to help him get his hand off tours but instead it got stuck and mumbled it out to the group that you couldn’t take it off, Polnareff would stand up, “Huh?” he would say and approach you two and start pulling both of your hands away from each other but Polnareff just groaned in frustration.

 ➷ “Mr Joestar! They’re right, I really can’t take it off!” Polnareff would panick and look at both of your hands in a jumble mess. Kakyoin’s hand behind the palm of your hand and your other hand behind his. Jotaro doesnt’ do anything at first and just watch as the whoel scene plays, but then as Joseph was about to try forks and knives start stabbing the both of you.

➷ Joseph would probably tell everyone to get out of there and would be behind you and Kakyoin as you ran to the other side of the street, Avdol seemd to figure out the stand’s power and stand user and informs everyone just to hide Kakyoin and y/n as they find the stand user. 

➷ The whole group would lead you back to the room and Jotaro insisted on joining Avdol and Joseph to find the stand user and since he knows that the room was secured and all metals are gone, unfortunately Mariah follow you and attacked you from there, you and Kakyoin were forced to jump off a window and you got into a position where he was spooning you, you two eventually fell to an empty alleyway and pried yourself off kakyoin but he was also flustered at what you were doing “Y-y/n perhaps we should try something else?” he would suggest.

 ➷ “Let me try one more time.” you got off as swift as you can and when there was hope it was quickly snatched away because you just got dragged back and you fell on him which caused both of you to fall, “Maybe  we should wait.” You would suggest as you two tried moving to a more comfortable positiong (a shoulder to shoulder position) and wait till Mariah attacks since she only saw you two go to the alley and not know what you were doing.

 ➷ She’ll obviously get suspicious of this and would take this opportunity to end you all, but your stand and HG managed to attack her and knock her outand you two end up normal again.

Yay! first request tysm anon! I’m still taking requests! I like writing as a procrastination method so please do suggest more! I just don’t accept like really hardcore things(seggs, brutal gore, etc) and I won’t take part 5 requests cuz im still watching it :3, I’m a very picky person and I’m really strict towards myself so I can’t write part 5 till I finished it. To request read the text above to find the request/ask box link and submit your requests there! I always do my best to immediately write down your requests! P.s this is hella long so I’m gonna edit it tomr! 

[malereader-inserts]

Unknown Volleyball Player

Fandom: Haikyuu Pairing: Karasuno & Male!Reader Summary: You didn’t want to join the team, but you kinda did. Word Count:  1,414 Request: @greyofthystallion​ “ You wanted Haikyuu? You getting Haikyuu! Karasuno x MR. R is really quiet/shy and comes to all of Karasuno's games/practises. One day when the team is practising a ball goes towards a group of people watching practise and he saves them. It turns out R is actually a really good player and was once in the top 3 Liberos, (Insert freaking out Hinata here) but was too nervous to ask to join 'cause he came in the middle of the year and the team was already situated? And he joins the team?”

After the lost with Abajo Sai, the team has been feeling a bit dejected. 

But, news had gone around the school that they made it to semi-finals, inclining people to come to watch their practices during the lunch hour on a Wednesday. You were one of the observers and the team noticed you often. You were the quiet one who liked watching what was going on, you hardly talked and you never like to draw attention towards you. 

The team was slowly getting better with techniques and working together, but there something missing. Whilst the unlikelihood of Noya being absent or hurt, they didn’t want Daichi to fill in as his position. They needed another libero just in case, plus, it’s only a matter of time they would need a new one after Noya will leave after his third year. 

“Is (L/n) watching again?” Noya asked, looking up at the balcony, see you watching them.

“Who is he?” Takeda asked the boys, Ukai wasn’t there for lunch practises on Wednesday, so he was there to watch them, “He’s the transfer, isn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Hinata exclaimed before Daichi glaring at him to quiet his voice down, “He’s in our year, see him go into class four with Tsukishima.”

“He’s quiet,” The blond boy speaks up, “I like him.” 

Nishanoya and Tanaka gasped, the fact that Tsukishima admitted he liked another person other than his best friend had wounded them. 

“Knock it off,” Daichi exclaimed, clapping his hands before telling to them to get changed so they can head off to their next lesson. 

You were a topic often talked about the boys, they wonder why you often came to watch, they had noticed that even before you joined their school you watch their matches. You were so amazed at the team, Kageyama’s brilliant serve with Hinata’s jump and their quick. You were astounded by Noya’s defending skills. 

When the next day had rolled about, you had gym that day and the volleyball club had their practice after school. You were about to leave school grounds when school ended, but you were preoccupied with the vending machine.

“Hi (L/n)!” Hinata greeted as you looked at him, grabbing your drink as Kageyama comes from the side to grab his milk, he nods you a greeting, “Will you be watching us?”

“Not today,” You replied as the two of them head away, Hinata being dragged away as he was upset you weren’t to watch them. You laughed as you see them dash into the gym, you shake your head.

You found the bunch funny, but you didn’t want to intrude on their practice. So, you decided to head home instead of watching. There was a group of girls walking past the gym doors, not noticing a flying ball towards them.

Your instinct kicked in as you ran to receive the ball perfectly, landing in a superhero stance. One stretched out, the other bent as you couched. One hand had propped itself on the ground to stabilize yourself after the powerful stray ball - yet your other hand still held your drink. 

You missed the stinging feeling of your arms, it was less there to feel as you had you school jacket on as the girls screamed before stopping that they hadn’t been saved.

“Oh, (L/n)-san! Thank you!” They say as you stood up, brushing yourself, a hint of embarrassment on your cheeks.

“Oh, it’s no worry,” You say with a smile as they bow to you, you waved them off as you scratched the back of your head as you turn around to see the volleyball team looking at you, “Hello?”

“What the fuck?” Noya screeches as you look at them sheepishly.

Tsukishima inclined himself to throw the volleyball in his hand towards you, just before anyone could scowl at him, you caught the ball with one hand, inches from your faces. The team looks at you dumbfounded with your insane reflexes. With a twist of your wrist, you got the volleyball to spin on your finger.

“What position do you play?” The coach asked you, you hold the ball as you looked up at Ukai.

“Libero.”

“Why have you been hiding that?” Tanaka screeches as you smile at them, throwing the ball back to the captain.

“Please show me how to do that!” Hinata exclaims just as you were about to answer. His arms outstretched in front of him, almost like a wrapped mummy reaching out for you, “Please (L/n)-san!”

You chuckled, “Yeah, maybe...”

“Wait, can we backtrack?” Suga made his voice heard, “Why did you hide that away from us?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Well, your team seem so completed and I didn’t want to join whilst I just transferred here - I didn’t want to intrude at all.”

“You wouldn’t!” Noya says, jumping towards you, you barely flinched at a short teenager launching himself towards you, “We need you on the team, the more the merrier - right guys!”

“I believe it’s Daichi’s decision whether if he can join or not,” Asahi spoke up, his hand raised up slightly.

The team looked at the captain, even the coach didn’t want to interrupt this decision making. Ukai had no objections in you joining, you would be a great asset and hoping you could teach Hinata how to receive. Daichi relaxes his shoulders and smiles towards you.

“Come join us, you can start in this practice.”

You nodded as they tell you to head up on the changing room. You came down to join them in practice, it seems like you were having a blast - especially saving Kageyama’s monstrous serve that only you seem to save consistently. It came to a point that everyone was just watching the two of you.

The team had noticed that unbreakable focus you had, it was filling the room - it was challenging Kageyama’s aura. The boys watched from the side lines as Yachi looked like she was about to pass out - concerning herself about your arms. 

“Is that all you have Kags?” You asked teasingly, slowly bending down with a tinge of smug in your eyes.

“No,” Kageyama smirks as he delivers you another jump serve, to the back right corner.

But, like everyone, you were too quick for their eyes as you dive to save the killed serve and bring it back to Kageyama’s side of the court. The ball bounced in the silent gym as you face Kageyama. It seems like Kageyama was having a great time if anyone watches in - this could seem torturous.

“Alright, we’ll call it a night before we break (L/n)’s arms.”

“That’s so cool!” Hinata excitedly shouted, running up to you to talk about your skills whilst your senpai, Noya roughly pats you on the back.

“You’re freaking cool.”

You smiled, biting your smile back. When you really get into volleyball your shy demeanour fades away, you completely change that it almost scares the team on how focus you become. 

“It’s terrifying that you and Kageyama are only in first years, but you guys are scary - glad we’re on a team with you,” Suga says, roughly patting you on the shoulder.

“We’ll get you your uniform and jacket next week, we just got to get your measurements,” Daichi says, standing behind Suga, zipping up his jacket.

You nodded, as everyone started to file out the changing room with Tanaka locking up as Kiyoko waving them down, the majority gave her heart eyes as Yachi came behind her timidly.

“I knew I recognised you from somewhere!” Kiyoko blushes, it was so unlike her for her to exclaimed as you widen your eyes, she holds up a magazine - looks out of date, “Top three libero?”

You chuckled nervously as eyes snapped towards you, “Yeah...? I plan to go to Japan Youth in December, but I didn’t want to join the team because you guys-”

“You’re so FUCKING cool!” Noya shouted, jumping so high as you laugh, “You have to teach me more stuff!”

“Can you teach me! Please (L/n)-san!” Hinata asked, jumping behind Kageyama to get seen. 

“He definitely needs it,” Tsukishima mumbles as Yamaguchi snorts. 

“Come on, pork buns on me, we can listen to you talk about it,” Daichi spoke warmly as you smiled.

Noya standing by your side with Hinata coming to the other side, the two boys excited to know more about you - somewhat, you feel like you have no trouble in fitting this group.

[calwrites]

Fearless

Prequel to Don’t You

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Word count: 4.5k

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“Looks like it finally stopped raining.”

The murmur of the coffee shop was replaced by the sounds of the city as you followed Sebastian outside. The humidity seemed to hit you like a truck, making you miss the air conditioning you had just left.

“Finally. I thought I was going to be stuck in that coffee shop with you forever.” You laughed at the faux offended look on Sebastian’s face. “That’s what I get for not checking the weather.”

“Next time I’ll let you wait out the rain by yourself,” Sebastian threatened. His grin made the corners of his eyes crinkle a bit. Had they always done that? Had you just never noticed before?

“At least then I won’t have a bunch of teenage girls taking pictures of me the whole time. They’re scary. How do you deal with that all the time?” It had been disconcerting to have the group of girls staring at you and Sebastian as you sat and chatted. For a moment, you had thought you were crazy when you noticed them looking. The first thought you had was that you had something on your face or needed to fix your hair, but you realized why they were so focused on your table when they walked over to ask Sebastian for pictures.

Sebastian let out a sigh as he shrugged. For a second you were worried that you had said something wrong. “I just try to ignore it most of the time. I’m polite if they come up to me. I’d rather they like me than hate me.”

“I’m sure you have lots of stories. You’ll have to tell me sometime.” Your eyes widened when you realized what you’d said. What if he didn’t want to see you again? “I mean, if you’re staying in the city long. I’m sure you’re really busy.”

“I’ve got some promo to do soon, but I’m not filming again for a few months. I wanted a bit of the break.” Sebastian waved his hand. “Let’s not talk about my work. What about you? You taking the business world by storm?”

“Well I did just get a raise, so now I can almost afford my rent, groceries, and student loans.” The joys of living in New York City.

“Ah sounds like everything’s going well then. Are your parents still around?” Your parents had basically fallen in love with Sebastian when they first met him freshman year. A group of your friends had come over to your house for a movie night and Sebastian had insisted on staying to help you clean up after everyone else had left. Your mom had spent the next few weeks not so subtly dropping hints that she thought you should date him.

 “Yeah they’re still in Jersey. They tried to convince me to move in with them, but I told them I didn’t want to have to commute into the city every day. Of course, that set them off about how that’s what they’ve been doing my whole life because they didn’t want me growing up without a yard or whatever.”

“So it sounds like they haven’t changed much?” You shook your head slightly to force yourself to stop watching Sebastian as he laughed.

“No they have not.” You bumped your shoulder against Sebastian’s gently. “They’re your number one fans, you know.”

“Oh they are?” His eyebrows raised in surprise, and he was already fighting a smile, no doubt waiting to hear what embarrassing things your parents had done since high school graduation.

“They see all of your movies in theaters.” Multiple times, but you didn’t want Sebastian to think they were weirdos.

“Even the bad ones?”

“Even the bad ones. I did tell them that they aren’t allowed to buy any of the Bucky dolls.”

“They’re action figures.”

You rolled your eyes, but found yourself matching Sebastian’s smile anyway. “Whatever. It’d be weird seeing a mini version of you at my parents’ house. It’s bad enough that they still have a bunch of high school pictures hung up.”

“My mom does too. She’s going to be so excited when I tell her that I ran into you. You were always her favorite of our group.”

You stopped suddenly, grabbing Sebastian’s arm. He looked a little alarmed, but you ignored it. “Are you serious? I was always so scared of her. This is the best day of my life.” You had met Sebastian’s mom a couple of times throughout high school, but had never been able to tell whether or not she liked you.

“Scared of her? Why? Because of the accent?”

“The accent didn’t help, but really it was because she’s hot. That makes her intimidating.”

Sebastian groaned and pulled a face. “No. You can’t think my mom is hot. That’s not allowed. Take it back or I’m sending your parents all of the Bucky dolls I can find.”

“It’s not like I wanted to bang her or anything. I just think that she’s an attractive woman. Which makes sense considering how attractive you are.” Your mouth snapped shut. You weren’t sure who was blushing more, you or Sebastian. “Let’s forget about this whole conversation.” Sebastian laughed slightly and nodded.

It was silent between you two as you continued your walk through the streets. You weren’t really sure where he was going. You were heading to your car, but you couldn’t tell if Sebastian was also going somewhere or if he was just following you. If you had looked up, you would have noticed that Sebastian was watching you carefully. But you didn’t look up. Your eyes were on the pavement, watching the glow of the lights in the reflection from the rain.

“Do you remember that poster that was in our English class freshman year?” you asked suddenly. Sebastian’s brow crinkled slightly as he tried to remember, but then he followed your gaze to the glowing pavement and smiled.

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” The two of you laughed slightly as you remembered your slightly eccentric teacher. “We made fun of that poster so much.”

“It was a stupid poster. But remember it was raining when we were leaving the homecoming dance freshman year and we started dancing in the parking lot-”

“And all of our friends thought we were crazy,” Sebastian finished. “To be fair, we were crazy. That was probably the most fun part of the dance though.”

“Are you saying that I was a bad date?” You gasped and brought your hand up to your mouth as if Sebastian had offended you. Both of you dissolved into giggles.

“I’m saying that I was probably a bad date. I was so awkward. I had such a big crush on you.” Sebastian rubbed his neck uncomfortably. You definitely didn’t notice how the action made his arms look.

“Wait really?” This was news to you. You had always kind of assumed that Sebastian didn’t like you very much. He had always seemed to just tolerate your presence.

“Oh yeah. All the guys used to make fun of me because I got so awkward around you. That’s why I never talked when you were with us.”

“I just thought you were shy or something.” Or that he secretly hated you.

“Well that too,” Sebastian admitted with a small grin.

“You should have just told me. I had a crush on you too. I was so excited when you asked me to the dance.” You were so engrossed in conversation that you almost walked right past your car. “Oh, this is me.”

“Oh.” Was it your imagination or did Sebastian look disappointed? Before you could figure it out, he was smiling again. “It’s been nice catching up. We should hang out again. You still have the same number?”

You assured Sebastian that you did and the two of you exchanged more pleasantries. After sliding into your car, you watched Sebastian continue down the street. The memory of the two of you dancing wildly in the parking lot while the rest of your friends complained about the rain made you smile. You kind of wished you had asked him to dance again.

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Part of you already wished that this weekend would never end, even though it had barely even begun. You had finally made it out of the city and still had a couple hours of driving left, but you were already dreading having to go back into the office on Monday.

You and Sebastian had been hanging out more since running into each other last month. Most of the time, you got away without any pictures of the two of you getting out, but recently that had been getting harder and harder to do. Now, through what you could only assume was some sort of social media stalking witchcraft, people had managed to figure out who you were. The hundreds of notifications had freaked you out at first, but after deleting all of the social media apps from your phone, it was totally not a big deal.

Until your coworkers had found out. Some magazine had printed a picture of you and Sebastian, including your name underneath it, so now everyone at the office was either making fun of you by pretending to take paparazzi pictures whenever you walked into a room or constantly asking about Sebastian. Needless to say, you desperately needed this weekend away.

“Hungry eyes,” Sebastian sang, rather poorly though you suspected that was on purpose. You had seen him in musicals in high school. He half turned towards you, reaching out with one hand while the other stayed on the wheel, as he continued to sing along to the music. “One look at you and I can’t disguise these-”

“Keep your eyes on the road,” you scolded, though you couldn’t help but laugh at his bad attempt to hit a high note. “You know, I was worried that you would get us killed at the cabin, but now I know you’re going to get us killed before we even make it there. And stop caressing my hair.” You slapped his hand away for emphasis.

He reached out again to run a hand down your hair. “I am not caressing your hair-”

“Definitely were.”

“-and I am not going to get us killed. We are going to have a nice relaxing weekend at a cabin that I rented and am graciously letting you stay at without paying me back. And we aren’t going to worry about paparazzi or annoying coworkers or random people on the street with cell phones.” There may have been a incident earlier that week where you had almost gone up to a random person in the street to yell at them about taking pictures of you and Sebastian. It turned out they were just a lost tourist who barely spoke English. That was when Sebastian decided that you needed a vacation too.

“I think I’m paying you back by forcing myself to spend time with you. You’re very hard to get along with. Plus, I have no money for vacations. We can’t all be actors in Marvel movies.” The trees blurred by as Sebastian drove down the highway.

“You know, I could probably get you in the next Captain America movie. You might not have any lines, but you could stand in the background.” Had he ever offered any of your other friends from high school roles in his movies? No, you couldn't let yourself get caught up in these kinds of questions.

“Sebastian, thanks again-”

“Stop! I told you to stop thanking me-”

“Thanks again,” you continued loudly, “for inviting me. I know that you were looking forward to a relaxing weekend away before you have press stuff. If you want, we don’t have to talk to each other. I don’t want to ruin your relaxation.”

Sebastian shifted uncomfortably in his seat at your thanks, but then shot you an incredulous look. “How would you ruin my relaxation? I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t want to spend time with you.”

“Promise?”

Sebastian sent you a smile that was so full of warmth that you could have melted right there. You were definitely getting caught up now. You tried to snap yourself out of it by thinking about all of the reasons you could never date Sebastian. First, he was Sebastian. He knew what you looked like when you were young and awkward. He had seen the awful bangs you cut yourself sophomore year. Second, he was Sebastian Stan. Surely he’d never date a nobody like you. Not that he was stuck up now. He was surprisingly similar to how he had been in high school. It’s just, he could date models if he wanted to. You were definitely not a model. And you wouldn’t even want to date someone in the spotlight like him. Third, you had been on like two dates with the skeazy guy from accounting. If you ignored most of what he said, he was only a little skeazy. Barely tolerable really. You could work with that.

But then Sebastian ran his hand through his hair, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from saying anything stupid. Did he know what he was doing or was he just naturally this cool now? Either way, it was going to be a long weekend.

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The dance was not fun. Whoever was writing the prom scenes in all of those cheesy movies was full of crap. The decorations looked bad, your dress was uncomfortable, and you were so busy making sure everything was running smoothly that you weren’t even getting to enjoy your senior prom. You never should have agreed to head the prom committee. Surely the night would be more fun if you didn’t have any responsibilities.

Except you’d probably still be standing on the edges of the dancing watching as all of your friends danced with their boyfriends. You had thought that this would finally be the dance you had a boyfriend for, but then your boyfriend broke up with you less than two weeks before because you were spending too much time working on prom. Great. Wonderful.

It had been difficult to mentally prepare yourself to go to senior prom without a date after working so hard on it.  It had seemed almost poetic when Sebastian asked you. The two of you had gone to your first high school dance together and now you were at your last high school dance together.

Except Sebastian had barely talked to you all night. In fact, he had barely even looked at you. At least, that’s what you thought. Sebastian later confessed to you that he was scared he’d get in the way of your prom committee duties so he watched you from afar as you took care of the last minute issues. But you didn’t know that yet.

“Decided to actually acknowledge me?” you snapped when Sebastian leaned against the wall beside you.

Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. He was probably already regretting coming over to talk to you. “I probably deserve that. You just seemed busy.”

“There were a couple of issues that I had to take care of. I still want to enjoy the dance though.”

“So let’s enjoy it.” Sebastian held his hand out to you and nodded to the dance floor. You smiled gratefully at him and took his hand, letting him lead you out.

Neither of you were great dancers, and the dance floor was maybe a little too crowded, but you made the best of it. After bumping into another couple one too many times, you and Sebastian retired back to the wall, perfectly content to watch the others and whisper amongst yourselves.

“So have you had fun tonight?” Sebastian asked. You had, which was surprising considering how badly the night had started out. Sometimes you forgot how well you and Sebastian could get on. It was so rare to talk to him one on one. You really didn’t know how prom could have gone better. You were kind of disappointed that prom was wrapping up. Already, the dance floor had begun emptying as people left for various after parties.

“I did.” Sebastian grinned, obviously pleased with your answer. “But it wasn’t nearly as good as homecoming freshman year.”

Sebastian's smile faded as he tried to recall the dance you were talking about. “Wasn’t that dance really awkward though?”

“Sure the actual dance was,” you shrugged. “But dancing in the parking lot after was one of my favorite high school memories.”

Sebastian threw his head back to laugh, his hand resting on your shoulder to steady himself. “I’ll admit that I’m kind of glad it’s not raining tonight. My mom was not happy that I got my suit wet. But we can still dance like that tonight. There’s plenty of room on the dance floor.”

“Absolutely not,” you scoffed. “We’d look crazy.”

“Everyone here is either our friend or someone who we’ll probably never see again.” Sebastian held his hand out to you. You bit your lip as you considered before meeting his eyes. He raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Fine.” Sebastian laughed as you took his hand, once again allowing him to drag you onto the dance floor. He was truly fearless in his dancing this time. Obviously you had to follow suit and ignore the looks people were throwing you as you and Sebastian twirled and spun and jumped around. By the time it was time to leave the dance, you both were red faced and breathless with laughter. The sky was perfectly clear as you walked through the parking lot, but part of you wished it was raining so you could once again dance in a storm in your best dress with Sebastian.

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“I thought you weren’t talking to me because you didn’t really want to go with me.”

“What?” Sebastian took his eyes off the road quickly to look over at you. “Why would I ask you if I didn’t want to go with you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe our friends told you to since neither of us had dates.”

“You’re crazy. I was so intimidated by you that I didn’t want to get in your way.” You scoffed and started to speak but Sebastian shushed you. “You’ve always been the most impressive person in the room.”

You weren’t entirely sure how to respond to that. Sebastian Stan thought that you were impressive. But what exactly did that mean? That he thought it was neat that you managed to wrangle high school students enough to plan prom? He said ‘you’ve always’ which seemed to imply that he still felt that way. Right? But he was a successful actor. He worked with people way more impressive than you every day.

The thoughts flashed furiously through your head as Sebastian continued to drive slowly through the town. He had certainly achieved his goal to get away from the city. It was hard to believe the small town you’d spent the weekend in was so in the same state as the city. Paparazzi had certainly not been a worry for the two of you. Eventually, the car reached the end of the road. Rather than turning around and heading back into town, Sebastian put the car in park.

“I don’t want to go back,” he sighed. You had to agree with him. You wanted to stay right there. It had been so relaxing to get away from it all. No paparazzi. No fans. No coworkers. Just you and Sebastian. But it couldn’t last. You had work, and Sebastian had interviews.

“So let’s stay here,” you suggested. “We’ll stock up on food and then barricade ourselves in the cabin. We’ll obviously have to defend ourselves when Marvel comes looking for you and my company comes looking for me, but I have complete confidence that we can take them.” Not that you had reached a position in the company where they would notice you were missing. Maybe after a week or two they’d notice something was off. Marvel was sure to be quicker though.

“Ha ha you’ve made your point.” He sighed again. “This has been the best weekend I’ve had in a long time. Thanks for coming with me.”

“Thanks for inviting me.” Your voice sounded small in the sudden stillness of the car. Sebastian’s eyes flickered over your face, going from your eyes to your lips. “What did you mean earlier?”

“About what?”

“When you said that I was always the most impressive person in the room.” You were a little nervous about his answer. There was a good chance you’d made it out to be deeper than he meant. But then you remembered how fearless and free you felt when Sebastian led you out onto the dance floor at prom, and you knew you had to know the answer.

“Exactly that. I’m constantly in awe of you. The way you were the smartest person at school. I mean, I think you’re still the smartest person I know. I don’t understand anything you’re saying when you talk about work. You always knew exactly what to say to diffuse any of our friends’ drama. You’re kind and funny and always keep me on my toes.” Sebastian paused for a moment. You tried to speak, but all you could do was look at his beautiful blue eyes. “Running into you might be the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Sebastian,” you murmured. Before you could think of anything else to say, Sebastian’s lips were on yours. You smiled into the kiss as you ran your fingers through Sebastian’s hair. It was the perfect length. You tried your best to capture the memory of this moment. The feel of his lips. His hand on your cheek. The faint sound of birds chirping outside. The patter of rain on the car roof. It was all perfect, and you wanted to remember every second of it.

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You didn’t know how life could get better than this. Sebastian’s hand was entwined with your own as you walked through the streets. You had been nervous about this at first. What would his fans think? So far they had been curious but benign when it came to you. Hopefully that wouldn’t change now.

You had almost cancelled when Sebastian showed up at your door. A night in suddenly sounded really good. He hadn’t let you though. Instead, Sebastian had grabbed your hand and pulled you out onto the street. You laughed as he twirled you, causing the skirt of your favorite dress to flow out.

“Good thing it’s not raining today,” Sebastian had laughed. “This would be much less enjoyable if we were getting rained on.”

“I don’t know about that. I think we normally have a pretty good time in the rain.”

 You had managed to walk to the restaurant without being spotted, though you had noticed some people taking pictures as you were eating. By the time the bill had been paid, you were more than happy to take Sebastian’s hand and follow him outside. A short walk later and the two of you were strolling around a park eating ice cream on the way back to your apartment.

“So did you have fun tonight?” Sebastian asked.

“I did,” you admitted with a smile. “It was a lot better than I was expecting.”

“Ouch.” Sebastian made a faux wounded expression that ended up making you both laugh. “I didn’t realize you thought I’d be a bad date.”

“It wasn’t you I was worried about. Your fans kind of terrify me. Not gonna lie. I half expected them to show up at the restaurant and start pelting me with rotten fruit or something.”

“That would certainly kill the mood, but I don’t think you have to worry about people throwing fruit at you.”

“No. I just have to worry about what people are going to be saying about me online.”

“Hey, stop.” Sebastian caught your hand and pulled you back to where he had stopped walking. His hands cupped both sides of your face as he looked seriously at you. “It’s going to be ok. Yeah, there are going to be some people who say some mean things. Just ignore it. It’s why I don’t bother with social media much. It doesn’t matter what they say.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one they’re going to accuse of dating someone just to latch onto their fame or money.” Soon after you and Sebastian had started hanging out, the posts about you trying to use Sebastian’s game to get ahead had started. It didn’t really make much sense. Being friends with an actor wasn’t going to get you promoted any sooner. Still, they had annoyed you and sometimes made you feel weird about being around Sebastian.

“I know that you’re not using me. You know that you’re not using me. Everyone that matters will know that you’re not using me. If anything, I’m getting the better end of our relationship. I’m getting to date the most amazing woman ever.”

“Most amazing woman ever?” you repeated. “I’m not sure I have the necessary qualifications for that title.”

“Would you like to hear your qualifications?”

“Yes I would.” You giggled slightly, feeling like a kid with a crush, when Sebastian slung his arm around you and pulled you close so that he could whisper in your ear.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are the smartest person I know. You’re kind and funny and you know all of this already because I’ve told you it before.”

“Yeah but I wanted to hear it again.” Your face was so close to Sebastian’s as you whispered back to him that your noses were almost touching. You hardly dared to breathe as your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips. 

Sebastian just barely started moving closer when you both heard “Is that Sebastian Stan?” coming from a nearby group of people. You jumped back almost immediately, blushing like a kid who was caught holding hands on the playground. Sebastian sent you a small smile before turning to face the fans who had come up to ask for pictures. Once he was finally finished with that, he took your hand again and led you back towards your apartment. Hopefully, no one had gotten a picture of you two in the park about to kiss. Despite what Sebastian had said, you were still scared of what people would say. Your hands shook slightly as you walked, so you slipped your hand out of his, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

Quicker than you would have liked, you were back outside your apartment building. “Do you want to come up?” you asked when he stopped on the sidewalk.

Sebastian shook his head. “I have to be up early tomorrow, and, if I go up, I’m never gonna want to leave.” Sebastian grabbed your hands, which were still shaking, and pulled you close before resting his hands on your hips. “I had a great time tonight.” He smiled, making you feel a bit more brave. This was just Sebastian. The same Sebastian you had known for years growing up.

Slowly, Sebastian brought a hand up to your face, giving you plenty of time to stop him. But you didn’t want to. He was making you feel a bit fearless. You grinned as he kissed you softly. Even though it wasn’t your first kiss, it certainly felt like it. Although technically, it was your first kiss as an official couple. And it was your first kiss out in public, where someone could take a picture that would make its way through the Marvel fandom.

But that didn’t matter to you now. The kiss was flawless. And despite whatever people online were probably already posting about you, you would never regret this moment. Life with Sebastian was undeniably better than life without him. 

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@bbl32

[jungwonenthusiast]

Field Trip

A/N: I’ve been working on this pic for a while, I hope you guys like it :)

Pairing: Jake Sim x fem! reader

Word count: 5.2k

Genre: fluff, high school au

Warning: mentions of virginity loss and porn, occasional swearing, nothing else I think

“How many shirts should I take?” Jake asks you through your phone. 

“Uhm, we’re there for three days so take four just incase.” you reply and you pack your suitcase as well. 

You two were preparing for your five day field trip to New York which was happening tomorrow. 

You packed your favorite jeans and hoodies and even a dress just in case. You can't help but romanticize the hell out of New York after being stuck in this small town all your life. 

“How many pairs of underwear should I take?” he asks again and you giggle. He’s like a kid sometimes.  “How many times do you think you’ll change your underwear?” you say while sitting on your suitcase to get it to zip closed.

“Probably three but I’ll take four just in case.”

“What a quick learner.” you say and you hear him scoff. 

Jake has been your best friend since elementary school when you scraped your knee during tag and he took you to the nurse’s office. He’s been a sweetie since day one. 

“I doubt I’m gonna get any sleep tonight,” you sigh. “I’m too riled up.”

“Same,” he sighs. “I wonder how many flashers we’ll run into.”

You laugh. “Why is that the first thing you think of you creep.”

“Hey now,’ he chuckles. “I thought that was the stereotype.”

You hop onto your bed and pick your phone up, it looks like Jake’s doing the same. All you can see are his eyes and a bit of his nose bridge. His dark hair has started to grow out and it was poking at his eyelids. 

Your phone pings with a text from Jake. It’s a horrendous screenshot of you climbing over your phone to get into bed. You gasp.

“I’ll kill you.” you tell him as he’s holding in his laugh. “I will do it.”

His laugh bursts out of his throat, jolly and warm. “Why I love it.”

“I hate you so much. Delete it.”

“No way,” he bunches his brows. “You have an entire photo album dedicated to bad pictures of me.”

“And I also have an entire album dedicated to good pictures of you.” you roll your eyes.

“You do?” he asks. “That’s a bit fangirly of you.”

“Me? A fangirl? Maybe Madeline but not me.” you scoff.

“Madeline?” his voice perks up. “She likes me?”

“Yeah, I thought you knew this.” you swear that you’ve brought this up before. Maybe he just forgot. 

“Nuh-uh.” he says.

“Well...” you say. “do you like her back.”

“I mean she’s nice but,” he hesitates. “not really.”

“Why not? She’s smart and super pretty. I'm so jealous of her hair.” you say. Madeline was a tan ginger girl with curly fiery hair down to the small of her back. 

“You have nice hair.” he says nonchalantly. 

You touch it and rub it between your fingers. “It’s whatever.”

He scoffs. “You’re too hard on yourself all the time.”

“I’m a teenage girl, I can’t help it.” You defend yourself, but he isn’t lying. 

“I’m bored, can I come over?” he says suddenly. 

“Tonight? We have school tomorrow.” you reply. 

“Maybe I’ll just sleep over.” he says while turning over in his bed. “I don’t think our parents would care.”

Sleepover? You two hadn’t done that since you turned eleven. 

“Where would you sleep?” you ask him, already imagining how this would go.

“I don’t know on the floor.” he shrugs.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor I’ll feel bad.” you argue.

“I don’t care, I’m the one who suggested it, plus I miss you dude, I wanna hang out.” he says and you smile.

“I saw you on Friday.”

“Yeah, a whole two days ago.” he gets up off his bed. “Okay I’ll be there in ten.”

“What-” you start but he cuts you off.

He brings the camera up close to his face and he flashes you a smile. “Bye!” he hangs up. 

Your palms feel a bit sweaty and you brush them off on your pants. Why am I nervous? You guys have had plenty of sleepovers before but the rest of the boys were always there, probably passed out from beer or a sugar crash. 

You tidy your room up a bit and prepare a little blanket bed on the floor right next to your actual bed. 

You hear knocking at the door right when you expected, Jake was hardly ever late. 

“Hola~” he says as he walks in with his backpack on. He takes his shoes off before skipping over to your room. You giggle to yourself. 

He falls back onto your bed with a big sigh. “I missed being here.” 

“Why? There’s nothing cool here. Your house is way cooler.” you say and he smiles.

“Well I can’t deny that,” he shrugs and you punch him in the arm. “you’re the one who said it.”

“We get it rich boy.” you roll your eyes and sit down next to him.

“I’m just playing,” he sits up. “you know that.”

“I hope you showered after practice,” you say. “I don’t want you stinking up my bed.”

He whips his head to you, looking a little bit offended. “I am very clean alright? Here smell my hair.” he shoves his head into your face. 

You let out a strangled noise and try to push him away. “Okay, okay!”

“No smell it,” he keeps his hair up in your face, it’s tickling your nose. “smells like mangos right.”

Admitedly, he's right. It smells like mangos.

“Yes it does,” you squeak out. “now please respect my personal bubble.” you spread your arms out and create an imaginary bubble between you two. He tries to tug at your arm but you bellow in a robot voice. “PERSONAL BUBBLE PERSONAL BUBBLE.”

“Fine, fine.” he falls back onto your bed again, laughing. “Lets watch something.”

You follow suit and tug your laptop into your lap. 

“Hold on,” you get up and close your window, it was starting to get too cold.

You shimmy under your covers and pull up Netflix.

“Scary movie?” you click on the horror section.

“Sure but you probably won’t be able to sleep.” he teases and you roll your eyes. 

“That was years ago.” you start to scroll through the movies. 

“Mhm, and I’m never letting you live it down.” he says with pride. 

During freshman year the gang decided to go to Jay’s house to watch It together and it freaked you out so much that you went to sleep in the boys room rather than the guest room. 

You click on Hush, a movie you’ve been avoiding because it’s about one of your biggest fears, a home invasion. 

“I thought you hated this movie.” Jake says, crossing his arms.  “I do, but I need to face my fears eventually right?” you click on it and get up to turn the lights off. 

Jake soon gets under the covers as well. You both cringe and slap each other every time your feet touch. 

“Yo yo yo yo watch out!” Jake whispers and pulls his hood over his head, something you both do when you’re nervous. You weren’t wearing a hoodie so you settled with a spare blanket and draped it over yourself like a cloak. 

“Oh shit,” you whisper. “look behind you!” you yell at the main character. 

By the end of the movie both of your bodies are stiff and sore from being so tense for two hours straight. 

“I thought she was gonna die.” you sigh and you shut your laptop. 

“Nah, they couldn’t kill the main girl.” Jake says, comfy and cuddled up in your duvet. “She was so smart.”

“Yeah she was.” you yawn and then kick Jake in the side. “Go to your bed.”

He groans. “It’s warm here though.”

“Go and I’ll make pancakes tomorrow.” you say.

He perks up and follows your orders. 

You relax into your mattress, but you miss his warmth next to you. You ignore that. 

Your alarm goes off at 6:30 and Jake sleeps right through it. 

“How the hell does he get up in the morning?” you whisper. “Probably Leila.”

He’s sleeping on his side, cuddling a stuffed animal he must’ve stolen from your bed while you were asleep.

You stretch your back before washing up. 

Jake’s POV

My serene sleep is interrupted by pokes at my shoulder. 

“Get up poop.” she says. I almost forgot that I was at her house. I crack my eyes open to find her crouching next to me. 

“Good morning.” I croak out.

“You stole ginger.” she points at the stuffed bunny in my arms. 

“I was lonely.” I say before sitting up and rubbing my eyes. “What time is it?”

“7:30,” she says holding in a giggle. “go wash up so we can eat.”

“What’s so funny?” I ask her as she walks away. “You’ll see when you look in the mirror.” she says.

My eyes widen. Did she draw a dick on my forehead or something? I thought we swore to never do that.

I scramble to her bathroom to meet some gnarly bedhead. I have no clue how guys have good messy hair, my hair is either boring and flat or just messy. 

“Jesus.” I say to myself and try to run my head under the sink. 

I brush my teeth and secretly use her facial cleanser. 

“So fancy.” I whisper while lathering it up on my face. 

I can already hear her voice in my head when I’m drying off saying “don't forget to put lotion on, and face lotion, not body.”

A stack of pancakes is waiting for me in the kitchen, just as she promised. 

“Thank you mom.” I say to her before digging in.

She sits across from me with her own plate of flap jacks. She looks so pretty this early in the morning. Her face is fresh and sparkly and her eye bags somehow just make her prettier. It’s cloudy out and I can tell she’s cold she way her body is bundled up in her chair. 

I still remember the moment I realized that I liked her. It was seventh grade and we were at our town’s annual fair. She got a bit sick after a ride with a lot of loopdey loops so I stayed behind with her while the rest of the boys continued to go on every ride they pleased. She told me to go with them and that she didn’t want me to miss out but I said that it was fine and that I liked hanging out with her anyway. She smiled her bright smile at me and rested her head on my shoulder for a moment. Then she threw up on my shoes. Like projectile cotton candy, funnel cake, and other miscellaneous fair food vomit. And I didn’t even get that mad, I was more concerned for her. After that I figured I liked her, because if it were Jay I would’ve beat him up. 

“Did you have any nightmares?” I ask her and she shakes her head.

“Nah, I dreamt that Sunghoon married a dolphin. It was weird.” she sighs.

I choke on my pancakes. “A dolphin?”

“Yeah,” she laughs. “his name was Jerry.”

“And it was a guy too?” I hold my chest, trying not to choke.

“Don’t judge their interspecies homosexual marriage. It was beautiful.” she laughs and takes a big gulp of water.

I’m almost crying at this point. “Best dream ever. I can’t wait to tell Sunghoon this.”

“No!” her eyes widen. “He’s gonna think I fantasized about it or something.”

“What?” I cock an eyebrow. “Everyone knows that dreams are uncontrollable sometimes.” “Still it’s weird. Imagine if someone told you that I dreamt of you marrying a dolphin. It’s be weird.” she says through a mouth of pancake. 

“Did they have kids?” I cackle,

“I don’t know. How would that even work?” 

“Maybe they had a surrogate or something.” I suggest.

“Oh god,” she shakes her head, smiling. “we need to stop. I feel like I'm violating him.”

“Alright, alright.”

“Should I wear this shirt or this sweater.” she asks me as we’re getting ready in her room. 

“Sweater. It’s probably gonna be cold.” I say while tugging socks on. 

“Shit you’re right. Then I won’t be able to wear this dress.” she holds up a little dress that flows out a bit from the waist. 

“Bring it anyway and maybe you can wear it for a second so I can take pictures for you.” I suggest and she smiles. 

“Good idea.” 

We both settle of hoodies and jeans and say goodbye to her parents before hopping in my car. 

We get to school right when people start getting on the bus to the airport. We throw our luggage into the bottom carrier and get in line. 

“Yo!” I hear a familiar voice call as we get on. “We saved seats for you guys.”

Jay, Sunghoon, Heeseung, Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki have already gotten comfortable in the back of the bus. Niki was already asleep. Y/N couldn’t help but pat his head before settling down next to Jungwon. The bus wasn’t a school one but one of those fancy ones they bring out once a year. 

I sit down next to Sunghoon and dap him up. 

“What’s up.” I say while putting my backpack down by my feet. 

“Tired.” he says. “Valentina kept me up all night.”

I raise an eyebrow and he smirks. 

“For real?” I ask and he nods. “No way.”

“Yeah way.” he says and holds up a fist.

I fist bump him and pat him hard on the shoulder. 

“You’re a man now Sunghoon.” I congratulate him and he snickers. 

“What does that make you then?” 

“I’m taking my time alright? I’ll get there eventually.” I say, a little embarrassed. 

I look back to check out what she’s doing when we start to drive off. She’s fast asleep with her cheek pressed against Jungwon’s shoulder. He looks like he’s about to dose off too. Cute. 

Sunghoon and I watch a couple episodes of Death Note before we arrive at the airport. Sunoo shakes Y/N and Jungwon up. 

She’s still groggy as we walk into the airport and grabs onto my arm for leverage. My heart jumps a little. It’s not often that we touch despite how much I think about touching her. I could stare at her back all day. She could ignore me for the rest of my life and I’d still be happy to be in her presence. Mental note to all of you: do NOT let your feelings get to this point.

Soon we’re on the plane and she chooses to sit next me. I silently celebrate. Sunoo and Sungoon behind us, Heeseung and Niki next to us, and Jay and Jungwon in front of us. Sunoo pokes his head over her seat.

“Do you have chapstick I can borrow.” he asks with his blonde hair flopping over his forehead. 

She digs into her bag and hands him a small tin of lip balm.

“Thank you!” he says and she nods. 

“Are you that tired?” I ask her.

“Mhm,” she sighs and shuts her eyes. “I forgot to drink coffee this morning.”

I put in my AirPods and start to watch Lady Bird. She looks over and takes an AirPods out of my ear. 

“I wanna watch too.” she say and puts it in her own. 

We take off for the six hour trip and soon Y/N is sound asleep. Her head kept dropping forward so I pushed it up and pulled it to rest on my shoulder. This was not on purpose. I can’t help but snap a picture of her and add it to the good pictures of her album. She looks so peaceful and comfortable and gorgeous. I lay my head on hers for a moment before continuing the movie. 

Y/N’s POV

After two hours of unsatisfying sleep, and hour of gossip with Sunoo, and three hours of chit chat with Jake you finally arrive. You sit up and stretch as best as you can in the plane. You pull you backpack onto my back and get you luggage down from the overhead bin. It’s already five p.m. when we get off and your stomach is growling. 

We take another bus to the hotel and you can’t help but admire the city life as we drive there. 

You’re roomed with two other girls at the hotel but you don’t even bother unpacking. You know you’re gonna be in the boys’ room anyway.

Mrs. Gilroy gave us tonight to do whatever we wanted as long as we were back at the hotel by ten p.m. 

You sneak into Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon’s room as soon as you can. And when you get there, it’s already a mess.

“Good lord.” you say as you’re met with clothes all over the floor and mini bottles of liquor on the beds.

“You guys are drunk already?” you scrunch your nose and drop your stuff in a corner of the room.

“No.” Sunghoon says to you lazily with a little smirk on his face. You can’t help but giggle. Sunghoon is pretty adorable when he’s drunk. 

“Are you drunk too?” you turn to Jake and he shakes his head. His pink cheeks give him away though. “You’re all bad liars.”

“Lets go swim.” he says excitedly. 

“There’s a pool? I didn’t bring a swim suit.” you say, bummed.

“Can we go later, I’m hungry.” Jay says and you agree.

“Me too.” 

Jake tugs at your arm. “Come on~ we can order room service or ask Jay to get us something.”

“We can get you guys something.” Sunghoon says, pulling a hoodie over his head. 

“Please?” Jake looks at you with shiny eyes. He’s and adorable drunk too.

You purse your lips and sigh. “Fine. But I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Just wear shorts and a shirt.” Jake says as he tugs his swim trunks out of his suit case.

“I didn’t bring shorts because you said it was gonna be cold.” you complain, crossing your arms. 

“Uhm,” he stops for a moment. “you can wear my boxers then.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Huh?”

“What?” he looks at you. “They’re basically shorts. And they’re clean.”

You hesitate but then comply as always. He tosses you a pair of black Calvins.

You steal one of Jay’s shirts and make your way into the bathroom to change. You’re wearing a simple cotton bralette which should be fine for the pool. You bundle up the rest of your old clothes and stick them behind your backpack before heading out with Jake. 

The pool is empty and huge and is only light by the lights inside. 

“It’s so cold.” you rub at your arms as Jake sets your towels down at a seat.

“I’m sure the pool is heated.” he says and dips a toe in. “Yeah, it’s warm.” Before you can even reply, he tugs his shirt off and canon balls in. You turn your face to avoid getting splashed.

“How is it?” you call out as he emerges from the water. He shakes his hair around like a dog. 

“It’s warm so come in, you look funny standing there.” he teases and you roll your eyes. You kick your sneakers off and try to make a peaceful jump in but you didn’t realize you were in the deep end. It takes you a moment to get your senses together and swim to the surface.

“Why is it deep?” you say, a bit out of breath. 

Jake giggles at you. “Remember when we used to play and you were the mermaid and I was the-”

“Turtle companion.” you finish his sentence. “Yes, as clear as day.”

“Why couldn't I be a mermaid too? Why was a I a lame turtle.” he fusses.

“I’m sorry okay?” you laugh. “I was a mean child.”

“Yeah you were. I’ll never forgive you for shoving that clump of dirt in my mouth.” 

You burst out laughing, flailing your arms in the water to try to stay afloat. “You deserved it!”

“I did not!” he protests. 

“You cheated in handball! It was one hundred percent deserved.” you say, swimming over to him.

“I barely cheated!” he calls out, starting to swim away from you.

“Barely? I would’ve won and been champion of our grade if you hand’t pulled that shit!” you say, still laughing and swimming after him.

“Why are you chasing me?” he says while hopping around the pool where he can touch the ground.

“So I can shove another clump of dirt in your mouth.” you try your best to get him but your heavy cotton shirt is holding you back. You don’t let it stop you though. 

You finally get to him and tug his arm. He yells as you push him underwater. He finds the ground though, and shoots up soon after. 

“Are you trying to drown me?” he looks at you, astonished but giggly. 

“Maybe.” you shrug before tackling him again. It had been a while since you two wrestled like this. 

You’ve got him under water for a bit until he finds your rib cage and plunges you in. It’s hard to hold your breath while you’re laughing. You feel around for him and pinch his thigh only semi hard. He lets you go after that. 

“I won!” you celebrate with your fists in the air.

“You used pain, that isn't fair.” he rubs at the area that you pinched. 

“Don’t be a sore loser. I won fair and square.” you cross your arms.  “Fine.” he admits his defeat. “that pinch hurt though, come kiss it better.”

Your face twists. “Nuh uh.” you say plainly. 

“Please?” he asks. “I will drown myself right now.” You laugh at him. 

“I will do it!” he insists.

“Okay, okay! I’m not to going to kiss your leg you weirdo but I’ll give you a hug.” you float over to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I even pinched you lighter than I normally would.”

“I’m sensitive.” he says into your neck and you giggle. 

His arms feel so right around your waist and you struggle to decide when to let go, so you just don’t, and neither does he. He holds you decently tight and you feel him pat your back. 

You’ve hugged plenty of times before but it felt a little different this time. Probably because you’re pressed up against his bare skin. It makes you feel a bit sheepish. 

You pull away from him. “Feel better now?” 

He nods with a smile. His cheeks are pink, but this time it’s not from the liquor. 

Jake’s POV

I can’t help but feel disappointed when she lets go of me. 

I shouldn’t have patted her back that's a dad thing to do. 

Her makeup has started to run down her face which makes me giggle.

“What?” she asks.

“Your mascara is making you look crazy.” I say and her hands fly to her face.

“Shit I forgot I had it on.” she attempts to wipe it away but all it does is smear it across her face. 

“Here,” I say and float over to her. “I’ll help you.” this was not on purpose.

I hold her face as gently as I can in my hands and rub the runny mascara off with my thumbs. I dip my fingers into the water to get all of the bits off. 

I want to kiss her so badly, but I know that I’ll never do it. Sometimes I get irritated at myself for not being able to confess. I think Jay and Sunghoon get irritated about it too. 

“You talk about her all the time man just ask her out.”

I don't know why I can’t do it. If she rejects me she’ll do it nicely and things would go back to normal pretty soon. But I don’t think I could live knowing that my feelings would never be reciprocated. Sometimes I get a feeling that she likes me too but I can never be too sure. 

“All gone.” I say and she thanks me. 

She lets her self float on her back. She has a small smile on her face and she’s so pretty I could cry. There have been multiple times where I nearly cried over how much I like her.

“What are your thinking about?” I ask.

“You know I never know how to answer that.” she bleats. “My mind always goes blank when you ask.”

“Well try to remember what you were thinking about then.” 

“Us.” she says plainly.  “Us?” I questioned. “What about us?” “I don’t know, just how I met you guys and how happy I am to be friends with you all.” she says. 

Oh. She meant all of us. 

“Yeah me too.” I agree, trying not to sound down. “Who’s your favorite?”

She snorts. “I don’t have a favorite.”

“Of course you do,” I say. “and it better be me.”

“Why would it be you?” she jeers. 

I frown. “Because we met first.”

“I’m kidding, of course you’re my favorite.” she admits.

“And why is that?” I egg her on and she rolls her eyes. 

“Because we met first.”

I sigh. “Is that all?”

“Mhm.” she says. 

Y/N’s POV

You’re met with InNOut that Sunghoon and Jay got and also a room full of teenage boys. The younger ones were laying on their stomachs on a bed together, watching something on a laptop. Sunghoon and Jay were trying to watch t.v. You say trying because of the furious clicking on the remote. 

“What the hell are you guys trying to do?” you and Jake plop onto the one empty bed.

“Trying to find the porn.” Jay grumbles.

“Infront of the children?” you look over at the younger ones.

“They don’t care they’re watching YouTube.” he says, still clicking. 

You take a bite of your burger. “You have an endless arena of porn on your phone why do you want the t.v. one?”

“The t.v. makes it special.” Sunghoon says. 

“Weird.” you mutter to yourself.  “They’re probably gonna make you pay for it too.” Jake chimes in. 

“Do you think it’ll go to the school’s credit card or whatever?” Jay asks with wide eyes.

“I don't know but if it does they’ll know it’s from our room.” he says through a full mouth. 

You grab pajamas out of your bag and head to the bathroom to shower. 

You come out feeling fresh and the younger ones have gone back to their room now. 

“My turn,” Jake says, walking into the bathroom. 

You sit next to Sunghoon on his bed and start scrolling through your phone. 

“Should I get this sweater or this one.” he holds his phone up to you and shows you light blue sweater and a black one.

“Second one.” you say.

“Really?” he questions. “I feel like it’ll make me look emo.”

“You should become emo honestly. It would look good.” you reply and he chuckles. 

“You’d have to help me with my eyeliner every morning.”

“Yeah,” you giggle “wait can I do it right now? I wanna see how you’d look.”

“Right now?” he cocks a brow and you nod. “Okay but don’t give me raccoon eyes.”

“I won’t I won’t.” you rush over to your bag and bring your make clutch to the bed. 

“Hold still.” you tell him as you give him smokey winged liner.

“It tickles.” he says, trying not to blink too much.

“Beauty is pain.” you clean up the wing with your nail. 

In a couple minutes you’re done. “Finished." you say.

“Lemme see.” he grabs a hand mirror from your clutch and holds it up to his face. “Hold on. This looks kinda good.”

“Right?” you had to admit it; he looked gorgeous.

“Why are you so pretty?” Jay says from his bed. 

Soon Jake came out of the shower and it was hard to deny how good looking he is especially with his damp hair. How could someone make a t-shirt and sweats look so good? He dumps his laundry by his bag. 

“Does Sunghoon have makeup on?” he asks, settling onto his bed.

“Yeah doesn’t it looks nice?” you ask and he agrees. 

“Y/N are you gonna sleep here or in your room.” Jay asks.

“I thought I would just sleep on the floor here.” you suggest and he furrows his brows. 

“No that’s mean. Share a bed with someone.”

“You should sleep with Jake.” Sunghoon elbows you in the side and you shoot him a dirty look. “We all know he wants you to anyway.”

“Fuck off Sunghoon.” Jake looks over at him with a piercing stare, a contrast to his pink cheeks. 

“Is it okay if I do?” you ask him and he nods.

“Yeah for sure.”

Sunghoon snickers. 

“I hate you.” Jake scowls. 

After a couple hours of watching movies and horsing around it’s nearly midnight and your eyes are getting heavy. 

You crawl under the covers and scroll on your phone a bit before trying to sleep. Despite how tired you are it’s hard to sleep with the boys chatting and snickering to each other. 

“Can you guys quiet down?” you ask them.

“Sorry.” Jay says. 

After maybe an hour of sleep, you feel someone get on the bed. Probably Jake, you think to yourself. His little sighs as he gets comfortable are cute. 

“You awake?” he whispers. 

“Mm?” you turn on your side to face him. “Yeah.”

“Cool.” he says. The room is dark but the moonlight helps you make out the outline of his face. 

‘What’s up?” you ask.

“Nothin.” he says and you giggle.

“Okay weirdo. Go to bed.” you close your eyes, stilling facing him though. 

“I’m not tired.” he says.

“Count sheep.”

“That never works for me.” he sighs. “Sing me to sleep.”

You try to slap him in the arm but you end up hitting his face. “Oh shit sorry!”

“Ow!” he whines. “Why do you keep hurting me?”

“It was an accident!” you whisper and rub at his cheek a bit. 

“Now I actually deserve a hug.” he pouts and you roll your eyes.

“You are not five years old.”

“I still want the hug.” he says plainly and you sigh.

“Fine.” you scooch over to him and pull him into your chest. You pat his back. “There there. Better now?”

He shakes his head. “It still hurts.”

“You’re embarrassing yourself.” you scoff. 

“I have no shame when it comes to your affection, you should know that by now.” he smiles.

You feel his arm fall over your waist and his hand slide up your back. It gives you goosebumps.

You’re cuddling with him. You guys are cuddling right now. You think to yourself. No you’re not, you’re just...hugging. Right?

Jake pulls away to look at you. “I need to tell you something.”

“Are you gonna say your mom again?” you ask and he shakes his head. 

“No,” he says giggling. “it’s something for real.” 

“Okay what is it?”

He takes a sharp inhale. “I like you.” he winces. 

Your heart jumps a bit. “I know.”

“What?” he laughs.  “You’re very obvious about it.” you chuckle.  “Are you rejecting me?” he asks and you shake your head. 

“I would never.” you pull him in by the back of neck and push your lips against his.

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

13 Going on 30 pt.1

A Peter Maximoff x reader fanfiction based off the movie 13 going on 30.

Summary:  You are so excited when the most popular girl in your school agrees to come to your 13th birthday party. But after a cruel prank you find yourself wishing that you were popular and older. By some miracle your wish is granted but isn’t as wonderful as it seems. You turn out to be a major jerk and you don't even talk to your best friend Peter anymore. Can you fix everything and get back to normal or are you stuck living like this forever 

Warnings: Angst and some suggestive content. But it’s mostly pure fluff. (Also peter has no powers in this and some scenes will be changed to better fit Peter and so I can be creative with it!)

Word Count: 2759

I am so excited to share this fic with y’all! 13 going on 30 is one of my favorite comfort movies and I thought that adding Peter Maximoff to it would make it even better. 

It was 1987 and your birthday party was next week. You were so excited you could barely contain yourself. You were turning 13, you were finally becoming a teenager. It was time to abandon all childish things and live a life of adventure and romance. One that all the movies told you was guaranteed once you became a teenager. You were writing in your notebook during lunch checking off the things you had already gotten for your birthday party. “Balloons, check. Party favors, check. The cutest outfit, check!” 

“Your best friend in the whole world who is getting you the best present. Check!” Peter added as he sat down across from you, dropping his lunch tray down on the table. You just rolled our eyes at him.“So I was thinking for this year we should go to the arcade then get ice cream.” Peter muttered his mouth full of the school’s signature sloppy joe sandwich. “Cause if I eat too much ice cream before we play that dance game you love, I'm gonna get sick again.” Some of the sandwich meat dripped out of the corner of his mouth. You handed him a napkin to wipe it, not even disgusted at this point. 

You and Peter had been best friends since birth. You had lived right next to each other as kids and you had done everything together. Learning how to walk, the loss of your first tooth, the first day of school. Always together no matter what. That’s what made you so nervous to tell him what was on your mind. “Actually, I was thinking of having a party this year.” You gave him a nervous smile. 

“What?!” He choked out in the midst of a coughing fit having nearly choked on his milk. Kids turned around to look at him and you shushed him. ”Peter stop shouting.” You scolded through gritted teeth. 

 He spoke up again this time, his voice back to it’s normal level. “But it’s always just us.”

You winced, you had figured he was going to respond like this. “I know, I know. But hear me out.” Peter sat back in his chair, arms crossed. “Lucy said she’d come to the party this year, and she’d bring Dylan! You know how much I like him.” You gushed and Peter narrowed his eyes at you. 

“How did you convince the most popular girl in school to come to your party?”

“Way harsh peter.” You reached over to his tray attempting to steal one of his fries. His hand slapped yours away. “You make it sound like she doesn't even know I exist.”

“That’s exactly what I’m implying, you and I are at the bottom of the social food chain and you know it.” He pushed his chair back even further, now only balancing on two legs. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” You defended. 

He held your gaze with narrowed eyes as you tired your best to maintain eye contact. The minute you looked away he knew he had you. “I know you're lying (y/n). When you can’t look me in the eye you’re hiding something. Spill it.” 

You muttered really quickly. “Imayormaynothavedoneherhomeworkforthepastmonth.” 

He gave you an exasperated look. “What?”

“I said I may or may not have done her homework for the past month.”

He gave you a disapproving look. “Don’t look at me like that. “ You pouted. “It was the only way she was going to bring Dylan.” 

“I don't even know why you want that guy at your party. Or Lucy for that matter. They’re all a bunch of jerks.” Peter got up to put his tray away. You shoved your notebook back into your bag and got up to follow him. 

“You don’t even know them Peter.”

“Neither do you.” You frowned at him before turning on your heel and walking away from him. “(y/n) wait.” You sped up and he sped up with you. He caught up to you and grabbed your arm. You refused to look at him. 

Peter’s harsh look softened and his grip on your arm loosed. “Look.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “ I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

You gave him a soft smile. “I won’t especially not with my best friend around.” You bumped your shoulder into his. He returned your smile after a while and your face lit up. “It’s going to be fun!” 

“If you say so.”

On the day of your party you couldn't even sit still for a single second. Pacing by the front door waiting for Lucy and her friends to arrive. The doorbell rang and you threw open the door, but your smile dropped when you saw it was just Peter. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Geez, it's good to see you too.” He pushed his way into your house as you closed the door behind him. 

“Sorry I just thought it was Lucy.”

“And you were disappointed when it was me.” He joked making himself at home on your couch.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“No, I get it. Suddenly you get new friends and I’m old news. Hung out to dry. Dead and buried without a moment to grieve.” He milked his performance trying to make you feel guilty. You sat down next to him knocking his feet off your mother’s coffee table. 

“Shut up.” You laughed, he watched you and smiled. You noticed the keyboard strapped to his chest and groaned. “Did you have to bring your keyboard?”

“Duh. It’s part of your gift.” 

“I hope that’s not all you got me.”

“Hey!” He mocked being hurt by your words. “And it’s not by the way.” He sat up and made his way to your front door. “I gotta go get it, I left it on your doorstep.” He opened the door and was gone for a minute, making you anxious with anticipation. He poked his head through the doorway and a sweet smile plastered on his lips. “Close your eyes.”

You quickly covered your eyes with your hands. You heard Peter’s sneakers shuffling as he made his way closer to you. “No peeking.”

“I’m not!”

“Yes you are, I can see you looking through the slits of your fingers.” You giggled at the accusation and squeezed your eyes even tighter. You felt the couch dip from his weight as he sat back down next to you. You feel his hands close around yours, and the small action making you blush. He carefully removed your hands from your eyes. “Ta-da!” 

Sitting on the coffee table front of you was a huge handmade pink doll house. “I decided to make you your own (y/n) dream house.” Your eyes widened taking it all in. It was beautiful.

“Petey did you make all this?” You asked, heart swelling at the sweet action. 

“Yeah,” He admitted a little embarrassed. He scooted closer to the table. “See that’s you in your bubble bath. Reading your favorite magazine” It was a Barbie doll with a picture of your face tape on it. You giggled.” And there’s your room with the giant closet you’ve always wanted and a huge stereo collection. I know how much you love music. And there’s that bum Rick Springfield, sitting on the couch.” As you took in all the details you fell even more in love with the house. Peter had put so much time into this and you adored it.

 “And uh, there’s me.” He smiled sheepishly. A picture of him was glued to a piece of cardboard. His picture was making that ‘I’m watching you’ gesture at Rick Springfield. “I’m making sure that creep keeps his hands to himself. He’s only here for his musical talents, nothing else.” You smiled at him. He smiled back and for a second you could have sworn he glanced down at your lips. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He pulled out a red packet and shook it lightly. “Wishing dust.” 

You scooted closer to him so you guys could read the package together. “It says wishing dust knows what’s in your heart of hearts. They’ll make all your dreams come true.” He whispered the last part, his eyes cast downward as you watched him rip open the package. He stood up and sprinkled the dust down on the house. You watched in wonder as all the different colors rained down together and decorated the whole house in a pretty shimmer. Your eyes met his and you could feel yourself tearing up. He was so sweet and he didn't even know how much this meant to you. 

Just then the doorbell rang and you jumped to your feet. “They’re here!” You wiped away the tears that threatened to fall really quickly before dashing to the door.

“Yay.” Peter cheered sarcastically. You ignored him and sprinted to open the door. Lucy was there along with her friends and Dylan in the back. She was wearing a neon pink dress, the same one you had begged your mom to buy you last week. She had said no obviously. 

“Hi Lucy! Thanks for coming!” She just gave you a tight smile and let herself in. She looked around your living room and a sneer made its way to her face when she saw Peter on your couch fiddling with his keyboard. 

“Sup Freak.” Lucy shot Peter a sickly sweet smile.

“Sup slut.” Peter replied, mirroring her smile. You felt your mouth open in shock and shot him a deadly look. Lucy just pressed on trying to get a reaction out of Peter.

“I see your hair is still as gray and as ugly as ever.”

“At least my hair is naturally this color. From the look of your roots you should really look into getting a better stylist. You ain’t fooling anybody honey.” 

They continued to glare at each other until Lucy finally broke away from his gaze and turned to face you. “Where is this party happening anyway.” 

“It’s um downstairs, in the basement.” You motioned towards it, Lucy and her friends made their way down the steps. Peter followed them carrying your dollhouse, but you held your arm out to stop him. “What was that? Why were you being such a jerk?” 

“She started it!” 

You huffed. “I know, but it’s my party so please try to be nice to her.” He opened his mouth to say something but then decided against it. He pushed past your arm and went down the stairs to the basement. Taking two at a time. 

“So this is it.” Lucy picked at the neon colored table cloth. You didn't know what to say as she looked around. “What are we going to do anyway?”

“Well we could play twister, Peter is really good at it.” Peter gave a small salute in acknowledgement as they glanced towards him. “Or we could watch a movie.”’ You said excitedly, making your way over to the VHS rack.” I have a lot of good ones.``

“Lame.” Lucy announced and her friends echoed in agreement. 

You felt embarrassed of thinking that they would enjoy such childish things. “Why don't we play a new game?” Lucy suggested.

“What kind of game?” Peter asked, suspicion laced in his tone.

“A fun one.” She made her way towards you and placed her hand on your shoulder as she turned to address Peter. “Not that you would know anything about fun Maximoff.”

“Not that you would know anything about fun.” Peter mocked back in a high pitched tone.

  “Real mature.” Peter stuck his tongue out at her.

She turned back to you. “Let’s play seven minutes in heaven.” She leaned in even closer. “You can go first (y/n), and I think you’ll like who you get.” She glanced back and you followed her gaze towards Dylan. He shot you a smile and you felt yourself blush. 

All of a sudden you heard your mom. “(y/n)!” Your mother yelled down the stairs. “Your cake is here come and get it!”

“Peter go get it.” Lucy commanded.

“What? No.” He scoffed. You met his gaze and shot him a pleading look. “Fine.” He put the dollhouse away in your closet on the top shelf and made his way to the stairs. “Thanks Petey.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Lucy took off her scarf from around her neck and placed it over your eyes, knotting it tightly in the back. She led you towards the closet and you felt your heart rate pick up. You could hear the giggles of her friends as they closed the door. You stood there in the darkness waiting for Dylan to come in. It had been a while since Lucy had led you to the closet, you sat down putting your arms around your knees hugging them close. 

Peter came back down the stairs carrying your cake, as he was coming down Lucy was going up the stairs, her friends trailing behind her. “Hey where are you going?” 

She didn't answer, just smiled at him placing a hand on his shoulder. “(y/n) is waiting for you in the closet.” He gave her a confused look, he didn't know he was part of this game. Lucy and her friends continued up the steps, Dylan swiped your cake with his finger smearing the icing and eating it. Peter yanked it away and continued down into the basement. Madonna was playing softly in the background, he put the cake on the table and made his way to the closet, opening the door. He saw you sitting there  on the floor, you upon hearing the door squeak open were smiling up at him. “I didn't think you were going to come.”

He nervously smiled back at you and sat down on the floor across from you. You reached your hands out towards him. “Where are you?” He let his hands find yours, fingers intertwined in one another. He had held your hand before but this time it felt so different. He saw you lean in and he did the same. He was inches away from your lips when you whispered. “Oh Dylan.” He pulled back abruptly. 

“It’s not Dylan, It’s Peter.” You yanked your hands away from his and tore the scarf away from your eyes.

 “What are you doing here?” You felt panic take over you. “Where is Dylan?”

“He left. They all did, no one is here.” You stood up and saw that Peter was right. Your snack table stood untouched and Lucy, and Dylan were no where to be found. You immediately turned on Peter. “What did you do?” 

Peter looked at you in disbelief. “Nothing!”

“Yes you did!” You were screaming at him at this point.

“I just went to get your cake!” He screamed back. 

“Get out.” you whispered. Peter looked at you, clearly hurt that you were pushing him away. “GET OUT!” You screamed as you pushed him out of the closet. 

“(y/n) wait!” He tried holding the door open as you desperately tried shutting it. “(y/n) let me talk to you!” 

“Peter stop.” You cried. 

“(y/n)-”

“No!” You managed to shut the door and lock it. You sat back down on the floor and put the blindfold back over your eyes.

“(y/n) Please!” You could hear Peter on the other side of the door even with your hands covering your ears. “Please come out!”

“I hate you!” You screamed as his voice stopped. 

“You don’t mean that.” He muttered, tears of his own threatening to spill.

“Yes I do! I hate you! I hate me! I hate everything!” You were so angry and embarrassed and that you really thought Lucy was your friend. And that you were going to get to kiss Dylan.

“(y/n) what are you talking about?”

“I want to be thirty!” You wailed through your tears.

“Just let me play you this song.” Peter yelled back. He slung his keyboard over his head and started to mess with it trying to find the right key. “It’ll make you feel better!” 

You ignored him continuing to cry. “I wanna be thirty! I wanna be thirty and flirty and thriving.” You swing your head back shaking the shelf behind you. The wishing dust from the dollhouse fell down all around you but you didn't even notice. You could faintly hear Peter playing some tune on his keyboard but you ignored it. Just muttering through your tears over and over how you wanted to be thirty, flirty and thriving. At the moment you wanted to be anywhere but there.