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athena-writes-i-guess · 3 years ago

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Mistletoe

Summary: Dustin hatches a scheme to get you and Eddie together (I suck at these summaries I’m sorry)

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slow burn, angst, friends to lovers

Warnings: Language, anxious thoughts, insecurities, pet names used(Sweetheart, babydoll, doll, dolly, princess, baby), maybe ooc characters?, Christmas(but celebrated by agnostics, so no religion talk here)

Word Count: 5.8K

Author’s Note: Hello, this was going to be part 4 of my series but I didn’t love how it came out. I wrote a new part 4 and posted it but I know some people like this one so I made it a one shot.. I’ve also been toying with the idea of taking suggestions for one-shot ideas, either with this character or different ones, let me know if you would want me to try that! Also I may have made the first day in this fic be my birthday(not the year though), so thats just a little easter egg for y’all.

I wish I could tell you why it’s adding random definition links to the lyrics in this fic but I don’t know. So sorry about that.

My taglist is open, let me know if you would like to be added in the next part!

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome!

Masterlist

Monday, Dec. 16, 1985

“So run this by me again?” Mike asked, shutting his locker and beginning his way towards their shared class.

“We throw a Christmas party after Hellfire so we can hang mistletoe and get them to kiss, then they might finally realize how they feel about each other.” Dustin answered, gesturing with his hands.

“Why does it need to be a Christmas party? Why don’t we just hang the mistletoe? Do we need to make it a party?” Lucas questioned as he followed his friends.

“Why would there be a random piece of mistletoe hanging in the drama room? This is a school. This way we can say that it’s just tradition.” Dustin responded, stopping just before their classroom door.

“I don’t know, I feel a little weird about forcing them to kiss, you know?” Mike said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“They’re idiots Mike, they won’t ever tell each other. I just know if we can get Y/N and Eddie to just kiss for real, they won’t be able to hide their feelings anymore.” Dustin said, crossing his arms.

“But they kiss all the time, why would this be different?” Lucas asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

“Yeah on the cheek-” Dustin started.

“Or hand-” Mike interrupted.

“Or forehead-”

“Or-”

“Yeah, okay I get it!” Lucas exclaimed, stopping his friends from their back and forth.

“The point is, they’ve never really kissed so if we make them maybe they’ll get their heads out of their asses and get together. I can’t listen to Eddie anymore man.” Dustin finished in an almost pleading tone.

“Okay, but you’re the one asking Eddie.” Lucas stated before shaking his head and walking into their class.

“Right. Shit.” Dustin sighed as Mike gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder before walking into class as well.

“You want to have a what now, Henderson?” Eddie asked, eyes scrutinizing and arms crossed, as you all sat at your lunch table.

“I-uh- was thinking..that it would be nice for us to have a little party before the break.” Dustin explained wide eyed, “You know, to celebrate a semester of adventuring?” His voice rising in octaves near the end.

“A Christmas party?” Eddie clarified.

“Or Yule if you prefer.” Dustin suggested with a nervous smile.

“Absolutely not.” The metalhead declared. “We don’t have Christmas parties in Hellfire Club.”

You watched how Dustin seemed to deflate with disappointment, whatever reason he wanted to have the party seemed important to him. You knew Dustin was an only child like you but he only had his mother, maybe Christmas was lonely with just him and his mom and he just wanted to spend extra time with his friends before being alone for break. You had a large soft spot for the boy, kind of adopting him as a little brother.

“Eddie, are you sure we can’t make this one exception?” You asked, turning your large eyes on the man. “It’ll be nice to have a little party and spend some non-D&D time together.”

“Y/N-” Eddie started, about to shut this down, knowing he was weak to your pleading eyes.

“Eds, it’s important to him.” You stated, adding a gentle hand to one of his crossed arms.

Eddie sighed and you knew you won. “Fine you little jerk, you can have your ridiculous party.”

Dustin beamed from his spot next to you. “So what do we need to do to make this little party happen, Dusty?” You asked, using the nickname you had adopted in your 3rd week in Hawkins after hearing his mom call him it one time when you dropped him off.

“We’ll get the decorations and set up before Hellfire, we just need food and drinks.” Now it was Dustin's turn to use his pleading eyes on you.

“You want me to make you cupcakes again don’t you Henderson?” You asked with a sigh.

“Please? They’re so good.” He asked quickly.

‘Fine.” You said exaggeratedly, “You are a little jerk, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” He said before taking a bite of his food.

~Friday~

“Okay, so just don’t stand over by that corner of the table, that’s where we put it.” Dustin told the rest of Hellfire Club, minus you and Eddie, filling them in on the plan. You were to have your campaign and once it was over the party would start. Dustin would have you put your cupcakes in said corner of a table that was against a wall and near the end of the party he would have you and Eddie end up right under the mistletoe. He knew Eddie loved your cupcakes just as much as everyone else, maybe even more, so all he needed was to get you both over there at the same time. Easy.

“I don’t know Dustin, this still seems weird to do.” Jeff said, shaking his head from where he sat at the D&D table.

“I know, you guys have been telling me.” Dustin sighed from his seat.

“It’s not that we don’t want them to get together, I guess we just don’t see why we have to force them.” Mike stated as he got his dice out of his backpack.

“Yeah, we get that it’s annoying to see them staring at each other all the time but it’s not that bad.” Gareth added.

“You’re not the one that Eddie calls to talk about her.” Dustin shot back to the group with a shake of his head.

“He calls you?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah like every couple days right?” Lucas added from his spot next to Mike.

“Yes. And I need a break. I have my own girlfriend to talk to.” Dustin answered. Yes Eddie was annoying the boy to no end with his calls but he also cared a lot about you and his Dungeon Master. He could see how much you both wanted to be with each other but he knew you wouldn’t get there on your own. So he needed to help.

Just as Gareth was about to say something else, they all heard the door start to open and shut their mouths. You and Eddie walked in arms full of food and drink. You were carrying your cupcakes and a few bags of chips while Eddie was carrying a case of Mountain Dew and his D&D supplies. Dustin watched your eyes widen and a smile grow on your face as you took in the sparse decorations the boys were able to get, while Eddie rolled his eyes.

“It looks so cute in here, boys.” You said cheerfully, “Where do you want these Dusty?”

“Right over there!” Dustin shouted, pointing to the end of the table they had left for the treats. “I’ll take one of those sodas, Eddie.” He quickly added when he saw the metalhead start to follow you to the table. It was too early for that.

Eddie rolled his eyes again and made his way over to the D&D table, shoving the case of drinks into Dustin’s arms before starting to set up his DMing area. “As requested, Henderson.” He said.

“Thank you.” The boy said, opening the case and passing the drinks around the table.

You took your seat next to Eddie and pulled out your character sheet, notebook, and dice. Once all settled you set your attention on Eddie as he addressed the room.

“Gentlemen. Lady Echo.” He sent you a smile and a wink causing you to beam up at him, both of you too interested in each other to notice the conspiratorial looks being passed around the table around you, “We left off in the tavern in Havenheim. What would you like to do first?”

The party had been going on for a little while now, though it was nearing its end as you knew you had to get all the younger kids home soon.

“We have to clean up and leave in like 5 minutes okay guys?” You informed Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. You and Eddie had taken the boys to school and would be taking them home before you and Eddie would be heading back to his trailer for the night.

Dustin’s hands grew sweaty, he had to do this now or never. He noticed Eddie get up after finishing a conversation with Gareth and head over towards the food table. Perfect.

“Hey Y/N? Could you please get me a cupcake?” He asked as sweetly as he possibly could. “My leg fell asleep!” He added when he saw you about to protest.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Sure it did Dusty.” You gave an affectionate little shove before heading over to the table.

Dustin watched as you approached the table and stood next to Eddie, right under the mistletoe they hung earlier.

“That little shit wanted a party and now he’s making me get him a cupcake.” You said with a laugh to the metalhead as he was swallowing the cupcake he just inhaled. “Maybe you’re right, I do need to learn to say no to him better.”

“What a little asshole.” He chuckled back, “I know you see him as a little brother, but you don’t need to actually act like it, doll.”

As you were about to respond, you heard someone loudly clear their voice. Clearly trying to get your attention. You both looked over towards the noise and saw the boy in question, still in his chair where you left him.

“What now Dustin? I’m about to grab it, calm down.” You said with a sigh.

“It’s not that. It’s-uh-“ He gestured to a spot above yours and Eddie’s heads. You both looked up and saw the small branch hanging on a wire from one of the beans holding the lights..

“Is that-“ Eddie started.

“Mistletoe.” You finished, eyes wider than they were before. You and Eddie looked at each other, neither knowing what to do.

“We don’t have to..” You said, suddenly feeling incredibly warm.

“Right. We don’t have to, it’s just a stupid tradition.” Eddie agreed, shoving his hands in his pockets so you couldn’t see them shaking.

“Yes you do!” Dustin yelled, you both glared at him, causing him to shrink in his seat.

You fidgeted with your ring as you looked at Eddie, he looked back at you with a nervous expression. Were you about to kiss Eddie? You wanted to, you always did. Almost every moment of every day you wished you could be kissing your best friend. “Does he want to, too?”

“I-I don’t think the brat is gonna let us leave if we don’t.” You stated with a breathy chuckle, it felt like your heart was going to hammer right out of your chest.

“I don’t think so either.” He said, he took one of his hands out of his pockets and held one of yours. “But only if you’re okay with it sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I’m okay with it, Eds.” You said with a sweet smile. Eddie nodded his head with an equally sweet smile of his own. You leaned into each other, meeting in the middle. The kiss started tentatively, you both testing the waters, before your lips were molding together. You sighed into the kiss dreamily, unable to help yourself. You felt him smile against your lips, his sweet from the cupcake he had just eaten. Neither of you noticed that this kiss was going on much longer than a kiss between 2 friends forced into a kiss should, too lost in each other.

You broke apart when you heard someone clear their throat again. Both looking over at Dustin who was sitting with his arms crossed and a smug grin on his face. “I-uhm- better get that cupcake.” You said, feeling the heat rise to your face. You grabbed a cupcake and went to move towards the boy, you paused. “I uh, need to go to the bathroom before we go, I’ll meet you outside okay?” You said with a nervous smile.

Eddie nodded his head, returning your smile. You walked over to Dustin and gave him the treat, “Here you go, you jerk.”

“Thank you!” He chirped back cheerfully.

You grabbed your backpack and made your way out of the room and down the hall. Once you made it to the bathroom you splashed some water on your face. You and Eddie just kissed. Really kissed. And he seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did, unless you were imagining that. Oh, how you hoped that you were right. But it felt like the kiss gave you confidence, you were going to do it. Tonight, you were going to tell Eddie how you feel.

Eddie sauntered up to his friends as they cleaned up the decorations, a large smile on his face. “Was that your reason for this stupid party, Henderson?” He asked the freshman.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Munson.” Dustin with faux innocence.

“Right, well, whether it was or not. I think tonight might be my night, gentlemen.” He smirked. “After I drop you losers off, we’re going back to my place to watch movies. I’m going to tell her everything.” Ever since that Thanksgiving night Eddie had been looking for the perfect time to tell you. But whenever he got close something stopped him, whether it be his own insecurities or issues with your grandmas health. But tonight felt different.

Eddie grabbed his DMing supplies and the last of the cupcakes before walking out of the room with the group and out to the parking lot to wait for you. “I think you earned these.” He said slyly, handing Dustin the container of sweets.

As they waited, Eddie noticed that the cheerleaders seemed to be getting out of practice now as well, having had a late session before the break. He saw Chrissy Cunningham, she seemed to be having a tense conversation with her mother by their car. He watched as the girl seemed to shrink under her mothers words as her mother walked around the other side of the car, leaving the girl alone. ‘Wonder what that was about?”

You happened to walk up right then, watching as your crush stared at the most popular girl in your school. You felt the balloon of happiness that had been growing in you since the kiss start to deflate as insecurities flooded your mind. You could almost hear Mike’s voice ringing in your ears, “Yeah, they say he’s had a crush on her since the 8th grade or something.” All the confidence from before seeped out of your body suddenly. You felt foolish, and for the first time since meeting him, you felt like you needed some space from Eddie, not knowing if you could handle being around him feeling like this.

“Hey.” You said, catching the mans attention. He turned to you with a bright smile.

“Hey sweetheart, ready to go?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry Eddie, I just remembered that my mom needs me to stay home tonight. Can you actually drop me off first please?” You asked, trying to sound as casual as you could.

“Oh, uh, yeah doll. Sure.” He said, trying not to sound as disappointed as he felt.

“Thanks, Eds.” You responded, before making your way towards Eddie’s van.

Eddie and the freshmen boys shared a look between them as you walked away, this wasn’t normal. They followed you to the metalheads van, you were walking fast like you were trying to get away from them.

You reached the vehicle first, waiting by the passenger door. Eddie walked up and unlocked the door, offering his hand to help you in as he held it open for you, soft smile on his face. “Your carriage, princess.”

“Thank you.” You said quietly, getting into your seat and closing the door, barely looking at the man. You were trying not to cry due to the embarrassment you were feeling.

Eddie turned back to the freshmen standing by the back door, Dustin sent him a confused look, “What happened?” He mouthed.

The dungeon master shrugged his shoulders as he walked over to let them in the van, unable to keep the worry from his face. Had he read everything wrong? He was sure you had enjoyed that kiss just as much as he did. And he thought that the way you reacted to it meant that you might like him back.

His mind was racing as he started driving towards your house, the van was silent except for the mixtape you had made Eddie playing through the speakers. Eddie looked over at you every so often; you were slightly turned from him, looking out the window. He couldn’t even try to hold your hand like he normally does as you had them shoved in the pockets of your jacket.

He couldn’t help the thoughts that flooded his mind. Maybe everything had been ruined with that kiss? Maybe you didn’t like him like he did and you were now trying to distance yourself?

He tried to push them down, hoping you did actually have to help your mom. He stopped outside your house, “Want me to stop by afterwards, dolly?” He asked, hopeful.

“Sorry, Eddie, not tonight. I think it’s going to be a late night for me. I’ll call you soon.” You answered, you looked up at him and shot him a small smile, missing the hurt in Eddie’s eyes. “Good night guys.” You addressed the van as you opened the door and hopped out, you then walked into your house without a second glance.

Eddie sat there almost shell shocked. Not only was this one of the first nights you and Eddie would not be spending the night together in a month and a half, you also didn’t give him his goodbye kiss. Whenever the two of you parted you would give Eddie a large kiss on his cheek with a loud “MUAH”. You never left without doing it.

“Eddie, what happened?” Dustin asked from the back.

“I don’t know.” He responded, confused, as he started driving the rest of them home.

~Monday~

You were laying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought as the sound of whatever your mom was listening to while cleaning played through the house. It had been a few days since the party and you had been avoiding pretty much everyone. Dustin and Eddie both tried to call you over the weekend, trying to get you to spend time with them, but you just said that you were busy with preparing for Christmas with your family. You felt embarrassed, you figured out pretty early that Dustin planned that whole thing out. You knew he knew you had a crush on Eddie, so you tried not to blame him for trying to help you out. It’s not his fault that Eddie didn’t seem to share your feelings, but you still felt like a fool for hoping.

You knew that you couldn’t avoid Eddie forever, he was coming to your place for Christmas in 2 days, but you needed time to get your feelings under control and you didn’t know if you could if you were around him. It was unfair to him, you knew, he didn’t do anything wrong. But the idea that him kissing you meant nothing to him while it meant so much to you was eating you alive.

You got up, needing to do anything to occupy yourself before you drove yourself crazy, you looked around the room. Your eyes flitted to your belongings before landing on your easel in the corner. You sighed, walking up to the painting sitting in it, not quite done yet. It was your Christmas gift to Eddie. You had taken a picture of him at a Corroded Coffin show a couple weeks ago and after showing it to him he said it was the coolest photo anyone had taken of him, you had decided to recreate the picture in large painting for him. It wasn’t quite the distraction you were looking for, as it would be hard not to think about him while painting his likeness, but you only had 2 days until you were going to give it to the man so you needed to finish it.

You began painting after changing into your painting shirt and getting your supplies. Your mothers music could be heard through your open door, a song you knew she loved was playing, This Must Be the Place by The Talking Heads, you let your thoughts wander as you listened to the lyrics.

“Home is where I want to be

Pick me up and turn me around

I feel numb, born with a weak heart

I guess I must be having fun”

A memory of you and Eddie going to the arcade for the first time came into your mind, the two of you laughing as Eddie tried and failed dramatically to beat your high score in pinball.

“The less we say about it the better

Make it up as we go along

Feet on the ground, head in the sky

It's okay, I know nothing's wrong, nothing

Oh! I got plenty of time

Oh! You got light in your eyes

And you're standing here beside me

I love the passing of time

Never for money, always for love

Cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight”

You remembered that first time he spent the night, laughing during the movie, falling asleep holding hands. You had woken up the next morning in Eddies arms as he smiled down at you sleepily. “Morning dolly.”

“Home, is where I want to be

But I guess I'm already there

I come home, she lifted up her wings

I guess that this must be the place”

You thought of every time you get to Eddie’s trailer after Corroded Coffin rehearsals, he would open the door almost as soon as you knocked, like he was waiting for you. “Welcome home sweetheart.” He would joke, pulling you into an embrace.

“I can't tell one from the other

Did I find you, or you find me?

There was a time before we were born

If someone asks, this is where I'll be, where I'll be oh!”

Images of Eddie dancing in your passenger seat on your first day meeting him flashed in your mind.

“We drift in and out

Oh! Sing into my mouth

Out of all those kinds of people

You got a face with a view

I'm just an animal looking for a home and

Share the same space for a minute or two

And you love me till my heart stops

Love me till I'm dead

Eyes that light up

Eyes look through you

Cover up the blank spots

Hit me on the head I got ooh!”

The song faded out, leaving images of Eddie staying in your head. Somehow, you realized, during your time here, Hawkins hadn’t just become your home because it’s where you lived, it became your home because of Eddie. Eddie made this place feel like home, like you belonged here, with him. And you knew that hadn’t changed even after the kiss. You still belonged by Eddie’s side, even if it was not the way you wanted.

“Hi Robin. Steve.” You said as you walked into Family Video. It was hours later, you had finished your painting and now you were at the video store to find a distraction for the night.

“Hey Y/N! No Eddie tonight?” Robin asked from the counter.

“No, just me.” You said, trying to keep the conflicted emotions off of your face.

“Did something happen?” She asked, clearly sensing something was wrong, you saw her share a look with Steve who was stocking a shelf nearby.

You looked between the two of them, you hadn’t talked to anyone about what happened at the party and it was kind of eating at you. “Uhm, yeah actually.” Steve stopped his task and walked over to the two of you at the counter, ready to listen.

You told them about the party, how Dustin got you both to kiss, how it seemed like Eddie enjoyed it as much as you, and how you were going to confess your feelings, but that you saw him staring at Chrissy right after, and how hurt you felt after. “I know it’s silly and I’m over-reacting. All he did was look at her. But stupid Mike Wheeler got in my head.”

“You haven’t talked to Eddie since?” Steve asked, leaned on the counter next to you.

“No, he and Dustin both called but I said I was busy.” You responded with a sigh.

“I think you and Eddie need to talk about this.” Robin said gently, Steve nodded in agreement.

“And tell him what? ‘Sorry I freaked out, I’m crazy about you and I’m pretty sure you like another girl, let’s still be friends okay?’” You answered sarcastically, “Nah, I don’t think that will work.”

“Obviously don’t say that.” Steve started. “But there has to be a reason Henderson got you to kiss each other, and I don’t think it’s just because you like Eddie.”

“What are you trying to say?” You asked.

“Just that maybe he was trying to help both of you.” He said with a shrug.

You couldn’t hope to believe that was true, “I dunno.” You sighed again. “I’ll be seeing Eddie on Christmas so we’ll see what happens.”

“Just think about what we said, okay?” Robin said, placing a comforting hand on yours. You nodded.

You grabbed the movie you came to rent, and headed out the door. “See you later.”

Dustin was exiting the arcade when he saw you pull out of your parking space and drive towards the direction of your home. He ran into the video store. “Steve, was Y/N just in here?” the boy practically yelled.

“Hey Henderson, yeah, she was, why do you ask? Trying to get her to kiss another guy?” Steve said as he was back to stocking the shelves.

“She told you about that?” The boy sighed.

“Yeah, she did.” Robin chimed in, “She’s really embarrassed.”

“Why?” Dustin asked, confused.

“We know you know she likes Eddie, but she thinks he likes Chrissy.” Steve answered honestly, he was getting tired of being involved in other people’s love lives.

“Chrissy? Why does she think that?”

“Mike told her that he’s had a crush on her since middle school like her first week here.” Robin said, not seeing the harm since Steve already spilled.

“And she saw him staring at her after they kissed.” Steve added. “Got in her head. She’s pretty certain that he doesn’t feel the same way as her.”

“Son of a bitch!” Dustin exclaimed loudly, making his way out of the store.

“Hey where are you going?!” Steve called after him.

“To talk to Eddie!” Dustin shouted back on his way out of the door.

He grabbed his bike off the rack out front of the arcade and peddled as fast as he could to the trailer park.

“EDDIE!” Dustin yelled as he banged on the door to the man’s trailer. “EDDIE!”

“What is it Henderson?” The metalhead asked as he opened the door, clearly annoyed.

“I know what happened now.” The boy said out of breath, shoving past the man into the room.

“Oh do you?” He said with a sigh, this was not the first time Dustin had tried to talk to him about what happened, though this was the first time he came all the way to the trailer.

“I was at the arcade and I saw Y/N driving away. She was getting a video and I went to talk to Steve and Robin about it and they told me what she said.” The boy said sitting on the small couch.

Eddie raised his eyebrows and sat next to his friend, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Do tell Henderson.”

“She likes you, that’s just a fact, but Mike opened his big mouth.” Dustin said.

“Wheeler? He didn’t even talk to her.” Eddie said, confused.

“Right. Not on Friday. Months ago, when she first moved here. Mike told her that you’ve had a thing for Chrissy since middle school.” Dustin said quickly, “Y/N saw you staring at her when she came out of the school, guess she thought you still liked Chrissy and got upset.”

“Jesus Christ. Thanks a lot Wheeler.” Eddie sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “And you’re sure?”

“Positive.” The boy answered with a nod.

“Okay, get out.”

“What?” Dustin asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“I need you to get out, I’m going to go tell that girl everything.” Eddie smiled at his friend as he stood up and walked to his room. He came back out a moment later holding a wrapped package.

“You’re going to tell her? Right now?” Dustin’s eyes were wide and he had a bright smile.

“Yep, as soon as you get out of my house.” The metalhead said as he opened the door and gestured for the boy to go, smirk on his face. Dustin hurried out of the door and grabbed his bike.

“Good luck man.” Dustin said as he sat on his bike.

“Hopefully I don’t need luck.” Eddie said as he opened the door to his van. “And Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.” He said with a fond smile, he and the boy shared a nod before Eddie got in his van and drove away.

You were in your room sitting up against your headboard and watching Ghostbusters again, you and Eddie had rented and watched this movie so many times that you had practically memorized it by now. You heard someone knock on your front door and listened to your father say that he would get it. A few moments later there was a knock at your door. “Y/N?” You heard Eddie’s voice from the other side. “Can I come in?”

You felt your eyes go wide and your heart thunder in your chest. What was he doing here? “Shit.”

“Uhm, sure Eddie.” You said anxiously. The door opened and Eddie walked in with a nervous smile.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said as he walked over to you, you brought your legs up and sat crossed legged as Eddie sat on the bed in front of you.

“Hey Eds.” You said quietly. “What are you doing here?”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said, reaching out and grabbing one of your hands. “I think I know why.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, your pulse felt impossibly quick as you met his eyes.

“I don’t like Chrissy.” He said bluntly, not wanting to beat around the bush. He saw your eyes go wide.

“What?”

“I know you saw me looking at her on Friday after we kissed. I don’t like her like that, doll.” Eddie answered, squeezing your hand. “I mean, I used to. But that stopped like 3 years ago. And it was just because she was one of the only girls who was nice to me. I was looking at her because she got into a fight with her mom.” He chuckled before taking a deep breath.

“Now or never Munson.”

“Dolly, I’m crazy about you.” He confessed.

“What?” You said breathlessly, your eyes felt bigger than they've ever been. Certainly, you didn’t hear him right.

“I said, I’m crazy about you.” Eddie repeated with a smile. “And from what I’ve heard you feel the same way about me.” He said, lightly teasing.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You felt a large smile grow on your face, “I’m absolutely crazy about you, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie beamed at you, the largest one you had ever seen on him. “Come here babydoll.” He tugged on your hand and pulled you to him, sitting you in his lap. “Can I kiss you again, beautiful?”

You nodded your head, “Please?”

He wrapped one of his arms around your waist, pulling you against him, as the other went to cup the side of your face. You felt his thumb rub the apple of your cheek as he gazed into your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck and suddenly his lips were on yours. The tentativeness that you had with your first kiss was not here this time as you kissed each other almost desperately. You both could feel the other smile as you did, neither believing that you were finally here. You only broke away when your lungs were screaming for air, lips swollen and pink.

“Will you be mine, sweetheart?” Eddie asked in between the kisses he started leaving on your neck.

“If you're mine, Eds.” You answered breathlessly. You beamed as you felt him nod. “Perfect.”

After a few minutes of breathless giggles in between hungry kisses, you pulled away from Eddie, his lips chasing yours. “I have your Christmas present if you don’t mind it early?” You said sweetly as you rested your forehead on his.

“I have yours too.” He said with a smile. You got up off of Eddie’s lap and walked to your easel and picked up the painting you finished earlier.

“It’s still a little wet so don’t touch it okay?” You said, earning a nod from the man. You turned it around and watched his expression, worried.

Eddie’s eyebrows raised and you saw a large, awed, smile break on his face. “Baby, it’s amazing.” He said, it looked exactly like the picture you had taken, a level of detail neither of you knew you could do.

“I had a good subject.” You flushed, you saw Eddie beam at the compliment.

“Thank you dolly, I feel like a real rockstar. I can’t wait to hang it up.” He said genuinely. You put the painting back so it could finish drying and when you got back to Eddie he pulled you into his lap again. He grabbed the package he brought and gave it to you. It was soft and haphazardly wrapped. You tore open the wrapping and pulled out a jean vest, much like Eddie’s. It had patches and pins of your favorite bands all over the front, and on the back was the same style of Led Zeppelin shirt you were wearing the day you met.

“Oh Eddie, thank you so much. I love it. How did you find the Zeppelin shirt for this?” You asked excitedly, a large smile on your face.

“Your dad helped me.” He said, returning your smile. You noticed a small flock of bats on the front right side, it looked like Eddie’s tattoos, hand painted.

“Did you paint these?” You asked surprised, pointing to the bats.

“Yeah, took me forever, I wanted to get them right and they’re all upside down and shit for me so it was hard.” He laughed nervously, “I-uh- just wanted you to have me close, so you don’t forget about me you know?”

“I’d never be able to forget about you Eddie Munson.” You giggled, crashing your lips on his in another smiley kiss.

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angelst4re · 3 years ago

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Jealous - Brian Wilcox X Fem! Reader

It’s never good to have an argument hours before going to a party...

contains: NSFW, lowkey toxic, brian being an asshole but whats new, alcohol, smoking, use of y/n, porn with no plot lol

author’s note: i haven’t wrote smut in years so sorry if this is bad.. this is my first time actually posting something like this on this app, i have been a wattpad girl most of my life but don’t worry. i have seen the light. i’m here now. [also i wanna add that this hasn’t been proof read! pls point out mistakes and i’ll make sure to change it]

“I don’t care, Brian. That was the money we were saving for our trip this summer!”

“I work two jobs i fucking hate right now, y/n, and what do you do? Huh? Nothing. All that money was mine anyway, maybe if you got a job you wouldn’t have to rely on me-”

“I don’t rely on you!”

“No, of course you don’t. So I guess you’ll be fine if I left then? Yeah? Seeing as I took the money to pay for this month’s rent.” He stood up from the bed, throwing a hoodie over his head, grabbed his car keys and stormed out of their shared home.

You knew you fucked up. You should tell Brian your sorry, but you knew that would only get to his head, he would tease you for it. Yet, you didn’t just want to wait it out incase he really did mean what he said. It was true, you do rely on him, but not in the way he meant. You were independent, you don’t need anyone else, but Brian had always been your comfort.

However, you weren’t going to let this ruin your night. It was Amber’s birthday after all! She’s the reason you and Brian are together- when you visited her at work one day he caught your eye, she told you a bit about him and here you are now, mid-argument.

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“Yeah, he got here like 20 minutes ago, when I saw he was alone I started to think maybe you weren’t coming.” Amber said, holding your hand as she directed you to her kitchen to get a drink, “So, what was it this time? Has he been smoking again?”

“No- I don’t think so- honestly, it was just something stupid. Anyway, I’m not going to let that ruin your party!” You began leaning on the kitchen counter when you spotted your boyfriend talking to a girl, she was very pretty. Suddenly you felt your heart drop as she touched his arm, laughing at something he had said. Also at the fact that he had a cigarette in his hand.

As much as you hated to admit it, your first instinct was to find a random guy and make him jealous. It was a good job you were wearing your hottest dress that barely covered your ass.

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“See, I told you I don’t rely on you” You grinned up at Brian as he grabbed your arm and pulled you off of some random guy’s lap.

“You’re such a fucking embarrassment.” Brian muttered, not even bothering to look at you as he pulled you along through Amber’s house. “I don’t show you any attention for five minutes and you start acting like a slut. I guess that’s all you’re good for, is it?”

The way he spoke to you left you rather flustered, an ache in your stomach spread down your body, you shouldn’t feel like this right now. He took you upstairs and you knew where this was going, and you were not complaining.

“Shit I think someone’s in there,” Brian said, putting his ear against a bedroom door.

“What about this one?” You ask, opening another door. It was Amber’s room.

“But-” Brian started, before sighing, shaking his head and following you into the room. He made sure the door was locked before pinning you up against it. He was quick to lean forwards, sloppily kissing you, his hand tangled into your hair as he pulled you closer, his other hand travelling up your thigh. “This what you wanted?”

You nodded pathetically, his grip on your hair didn’t allow your head to move much. When you gave him permission his fingertips grazed your clothed heat, you were practically throbbing. Wanting more.

“Please,” you whimper, your eyes screwed shut.

“Look at me,” you could tell by his voice that he had a smirk plastered on his face, as you opened your eyes your thoughts were confirmed. He kept eye contact as he slipped his hand into your panties. His thumb found you clit, teasing it and watching your expression change as he slipped his index and middle finger into you. “My pretty girl.” He smiled as his actions got quicker, rougher. His fingers curled as he pumped into you, he could feel you clench around him which only encouraged him to do more.

His spare hand reached for your chest, pulling your dress down enough for your tits to spill out. His kisses move down your neck until he reaches your chest, surely there will be some bruises left by the time you were both done.

“You’re close aren’t you?” He grinned, lifting his face to look at you, “you gonna show me how much of a whore you are, that you can cum from just this? In your best friend’s bedroom?”

Once again, all you can do is nod your head. The feeling in your heat becoming overwhelming when all of a sudden you feel his mouth replace his hand as he pushes your panties to the side. You’re gasping for air as your orgasm hits, your fingers tangled into Brian’s hair and he doesn’t stop. You tap him on the shoulder.

“Too much,” you whimper, “please, please.”

He obliges, standing back up and taking his fingers into his mouth, looking down at you before placing a kiss on your lips.

“I’m sorry,” he says, in a tone that was quite serious for this situation.

“What for?”

“Taking the money, I was going to put it back but-”

“Brian,” you stop him from rambling on, “don’t worry about it. You were right though, I should probably get a job.”

“Let’s not talk about that right now, okay love? It’s uh... getting late. I think maybe we should go home?” You know that look in his eyes

He wants to go home to finish what he started.

#brian wilcox x reader #fast food nation #brian wilcox smut #paul dano smut

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fallingintolife · 2 years ago

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All I Want For Christmas Is You

A/N: Hi there! So this is the fic I wrote for the fluffiest-dreams New Year's Fic Exchange! The person I got to write for is: @fandomfoodiedancer ! The song prompt that they chose was "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey. I decided to go with the Sam Winchester x reader pairing because I just love Sam. I hope that you really enjoy this piece. ♥️ This is my first time putting my writing out here on Tumblr so I really hope you enjoy it. ♥️ Happy New Year! 🎊🥂🎇

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,411

Summary: You were severely injured after a hunt gone wrong which happened right before Christmas which was your favorite holiday. So Sam, being the sweetest person ever, decided to decorate for you and maybe also finally admit his true feelings...

Warnings: Fluffy-fluff-fluff!, with just a little angst thrown in for good measure..., Loss of family mentioned but no details on what happened

Dean: Just pulled into the Bat Cave. You have 5 minutes.

Any other time, Sam definitely would have rolled his eyes at Dean referring to the Bunker as the Bat Cave, but not today. Today you were coming home from the hospital after being there for a week because of a hunt gone wrong. You were lucky to even be alive, more or less only escaping with a broken leg, dislocated shoulder, and a variety of bruises, as well as cuts spread all around your body. Today was also Christmas; your favorite holiday, which you had been looking forward to since you moved into the Bunker ten months ago.

You already had planned out all the activities leading up to Christmas. You knew Christmas was a sore spot for the boys because of their past experiences aka their dad never being around for it and, of course, the one with the ghouls, where they thought it was Dean's last Christmas because he was going to Hell. So could you really blame them for not exactly loving Christmas? Of course not.

Instead, you decided to show them what Christmas could and should be like. You wanted to show them it could be magical and happy, not just full of hunting and sad memories. You wanted to help them make new ones, happier ones. If anybody deserved to be happy, it was the Winchesters.

At first they weren't quite sold on it but after baking cookies, having some hot chocolate and eggnog (that Sam was not allowed to make, because that shit would knock anyone on their ass), and singing obnoxiously loud to Christmas music, the boys found out that they didn't find it all that awful after all. The only thing that bothered Sam was that he didn't know what to give you for Christmas. I mean, he knew what he wanted, but that couldn't happen, so it didn't matter. Sam had liked you since you both had met a year and a half ago. He wouldn't act on it though because he didn't want you thrown into the chaos that was him and Dean's life. Nothing good ever came over of anyone getting close to him. He didn't want to see you get hurt or worse…

However, two weeks ago, after he almost lost you? That gave him a lot to think about. And the only thing that continued to repeat in his head was that he couldn't lose you; he wouldn't lose you. He loved you and he was going to tell you that tonight. No more denying it.

Which was why Sam was currently trying to quickly finish the last of the decorating before you came inside. He knew how much Christmas meant to you, so he was trying to finish all the decorating that you had planned, but never got to do because you were in the hospital. Placing his reindeer antlers on his head, he quickly hit a random Christmas playlist when he heard the door open at the top of the stairs of the Bunker.

"Dean, seriously? Do you really think this is necessary?" You asked him with a roll of your eyes as he carried you in bridal style.

"Uh yeah, sweetheart, I do. You realize you're in a full leg cast, right?" He raised an eyebrow at you as his eyes followed the purple cast on your right leg that went from your toes to your upper thigh. His eyes then went straight to the black sling that you were currently sporting for your right shoulder that you had dislocated. You wanted to have some amazing comeback, but your brain was still a little fuzzy from the painkillers you were on. So instead, you just let out a huff and pouted. Dean rolled his eyes at you but immediately grinned when he saw all the decorations Sam had put up around the Bunker. He smirked and winked at Sam, which Sam in return gave him his classic bitch face.

He had to give it to Sammy. He really had gone all out with the decorations. It wasn't a secret that Sam liked you; at least not to Dean. One, because Sam hadn't stopped talking about you since they had met you about a year and a half ago now. When Dean had asked Sam about when he was going to finally grow some balls and ask you out was when he told Dean that he couldn't be with you because that would be like signing your death certificate. Which, of course, killed Dean because he wanted Sam to be happy, but he also understood where he was coming from. Nothing good ever happened to anyone who was involved with them. Two, because you also talked to Dean about how much you liked Sam but that you were trying to understand where Sam was coming, which again, broke Dean's heart because shit, you also deserved to be happy and as much as he hated to admit it, you and Sam together were too damn cute.

So when Sam had asked Dean if he could pick you up from the hospital, instead of him because he wanted to surprise you? Dean immediately accepted, hoping that Sam would finally tell you how he felt because Dean was getting sick of watching your chick flick play out but… since he had watched it play out this far then he would at least wait long enough to see the happy ending. I mean, every chick flick had a happy ending. (Of course Dean didn't know this because he liked to watch them. Oh no no, most definitely not…) And you two? You two definitely deserved to be happy. So if Dean had to help play matchmaker with the two of you, then so be it. A few seconds after pouting, you lifted your head up from Dean's shoulder and that's when you saw the Bunker covered in Christmas decorations, exactly how you imagined and talked about.

"Wow." Was the only word that left your mouth as you looked around and took everything in. They set a tree up in the corner of the Dean cave, accompanied by multicolored lights wrapped around it with what looked like some ornaments on it. Little reindeer sat on the research table in the library, as well as other Christmas themed knick-knacks were also scattered around the Bunker. To your surprise, they had even put some garlands on the banister going down the staircase. When Dean had gotten to the bottom of the stairs with you, (which to be honest you hadn't noticed that he had moved in the first place…) was when you saw Sam nervously looking at you, wearing reindeer antlers adorned with Christmas lights and they actually lit up!

"Hey… uh, Merry Christmas." Sam chuckled as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah… um yeah! Merry- Merry Christmas! Sam, did you… did you do all this? You didn't have to, you know, I know that this isn't exactly your favorite thing…" You looked around more as you spoke softly to Sam, taking in all the decorations. Sam shrugged nonchalantly.

"I know, but I don't hate it and… it makes you happy, so… it makes me happy too. I mean, I think I did pretty good! You haven't even seen the Dean cave yet." He smiled gently at you, which helped you relax.

"Okay, well, come on Deano, take me to your Dean cave, then." Dean rolled his eyes as you smirked at him.

"Yeah, yeah okay." You relaxed against Dean as he carried you into the Dean Cave, following behind Sam.

You took in all the different decorations that Sam had put up just for you; it seemed. Which should have made you happy. I mean, Sam had done this for you! He had remembered how much Christmas meant to you and he had decorated it with things that you had from when you were younger. Part of you was happy, really happy and the other part of you… well, the other part was sad. Sam had made it clear that you and him being together was not at all a possibility. It had hurt at first, of course, but you had convinced yourself that as long as you still got to be in his life that it would be okay to just be friends with him. Fake it 'til ya make it, right? Which was always somewhat hard, but right now? It was almost impossible to just be okay with only being friends with him.

When you had met the Winchester's almost a year and a half ago, you were immediately drawn to Sam. You had just lost your family and Sam was the one who would stay up with you and listen to you talk about them. He'd let you cry if you needed to cry or scream if you needed to scream. He let you know it was okay to feel what you were feeling, and that he was there for you. He never judged you. He was just there. Sam understood you like no one else ever had and you felt you understood him just as well. After the first year of knowing him was when you decided to finally tell Sam that you liked him, honestly you loved him… but as soon as you talked about how much he meant to you, you saw his body language change. He had immediately tensed. When you thought it was because he didn't like you and then quickly freaked out, he told you about the "Winchester curse", explaining that everyone he had been with had died. You didn't care, but you could tell he would not change his mind, so you tried to respect it, push down your feelings. And it was working too until he decided to be his adorable, thoughtful self and decorate the Bunker just like you had said you would.

Before you knew it, Dean had already placed you on the couch and was mumbling about getting a beer, and then disappeared into the kitchen. Sam was grabbing a Christmas blanket with penguins and snowflakes on it, (where the hell did they come from?) to put on top of you. He then placed your favorite Christmas mug on the TV tray in front of you, accompanied by an assortment of Christmas cookies, which you could tell both of the boys had decorated.

"I thought we could watch your favorite Christmas movie while you had some hot chocolate and cookies. If you want! I just know that's something that you talked about, but whatever you want to do." All you could do was stare at him. Sam was right, you had talked about it. That was a tradition that you had always done with your family. And he remembered. Sam remembered.

Sam watched you anxiously, waiting for you to say something or honestly just stop staring at him… but you did what he would call his worst-case scenario; you started crying. Shit, shit, shit. This was bad, this was really bad. He thought he had been doing a thoughtful thing, but apparently he somehow had upset you. He kneeled down next to you, throwing off his antlers, and placing his hand gently on your face, wiping away your tears.

"Hey, hey, hey. Y/N, it's okay shhh. I'm sorry honey, I'm so sorry. I… I was trying to do something nice because I know how much this day means to you and I… I'm sorry I screwed it up. I'm so sorry. Please Y/N, don't cry…" He continued to wipe away your tears when you suddenly stopped and stared at him, confused.

"Wait… you think I'm upset that you did this for me?" Sam nodded slowly, now also confused.

"Well, yeah… I mean, you're crying…"

"Yeah! Because… because you're so confusing!" You let out a sigh of frustration, quickly wiping away your tears with your left hand, as Sam just looked at you, dumbfounded. What the hell was happening right now? How was he the confusing one?

"Dammit Sam. I'm not upset about the decorations or the cookies or the hot chocolate. I'm… it was just so thoughtful because you actually listened and remembered what I had talked about." Sam nodded, still kneeling in front of you.

"Well, yeah, of course. I know how much Christmas means to you and I know it was going to be hard not having your family here and you didn't even get to do most of the things you normally did." You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him and smile.

"Exactly. You've always been so thoughtful, Sam, and I just… I-I really care about you… Look, I know you're scared, okay? And I know you think us being together is dangerous, but I don't care. I love you, Sam. I've loved you for a long time and I just… I can't-no, I won't pretend anymore. I lost my whole family, and I didn't get the chance to tell them how much I loved them. But you're still here and so am I, by some miracle. So you know what? Screw it! Because if the universe wants to come after me for loving you, Sam Winchester, then so be it because I'm done pretending." With that, you leaned into Sam and kissed him and God, was it a good kiss.

Sam was speechless, I mean elated about what had just happened, because truth be told, he did not see it going that way… However when it finally registered in his mind that you were indeed kissing him and that you had just told him you were also in love with him was when he just let go and soaked in the moment. Yes, Sam of course, was still worried about the so-called "Winchester curse" but you were right. Right now, you and him together kissing in the Bunker was the only thing that mattered. He gently pushed your hair behind your ear with one hand while the other one cradled your face. You were the first to pull back, and you just smiled at him. This was not what you expected to happen for Christmas this year, and by the look of it, neither did Sam, but you wouldn't have it other way. You and Sam had both gotten your ultimate Christmas gift that night; each other and that's all you both could have ever wanted.

#katsnewyearsficexchange2022 #spn #supernatural #sam Winchester x reader #spn fic #supernatural fic #first time posting my writing...#I'm a little terrified

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roscgcld · 4 years ago

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GOJO SATORU || pretty eyes [pt.2]

anime: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru

pronouns: she/her

notes: high-school! gojo x underclassman! reader

the part two of ‘pretty eyes’ is here! read part one here.

“You really do have pretty eyes, senpai.”

Gojo prides himself as a man who just ‘doesn’t do relationships’. Besides the fact that there is a line of women who were just waiting to get with him, he had never really seen what an actual functioning relationship looked like. His parents had an arranged marriage to ‘keep the Gojo clan’s genes powerful’ - his father was barely around, going about his duties to the clan whilst his mother was out and about having affairs left, right and center.

With that being said though, Gojo was a determined man. He may not know exactly what was it that draws him to a particular junior of his, but he’d be damned if he didn’t get to at least know her better. The problem? He has absolutely no clue on how to woe her.

“Remind me again exactly what am I doing here?”

It was a Friday afternoon - and classes are always let out earlier on Friday. Usually Geto would spend the free afternoon just relaxing in his dorm after a long week of classes and missions; but before Geto can evens step one foot out of the stuffy classroom, Gojo had grabbed his arm and teleported them both out of campus. That’s how he found himself in a random café that Gojo had graciously dragged them into, narrowing his eyes over at his best friend as he raised his mug of earl grey to his lips. “If this is about copying my essay-”

“How do you ask a girl out?”

“Hah?” Geto asks with an annoyed scowl, to which Gojo just made a noise before he awkward sets his clean cake fork down; the multi-layered cookies and cream cake sat untouched before him. That alone should be concerning, since Gojo is known to have a strong affinity for sweets. “How do you ask a girl out? Like, on a date.” Gojo repeated with the utmost serious expression on his face, and for a few moments Geto just blinks at him owlishly. “Satoru, how the hell have you been asking women out before this? It’s the same damn thing.”

“Asking a girl you actually like out and asking someone for a one night stand are two very different things.” Gojo stresses whilst Geto actually sets his mug down before him, the situation slowly dawning onto him. “You’re actually being serious right now.” He mutters whilst Gojo tossed him an annoyed look, clearly unamused by how little faith his friend has in him. “Well, first things first, you actually need to get to know them better first before you actually ask them.”

“Yeah, well - I’m trying to work on that.” Gojo grumbles out quietly as he picked his fork back up, digging into the corner of his cake with a soft frown whilst Geto leans back into his seat with a thoughtful look. “But I didn’t even notice her until recently.” He sighs softly to himself as he examined his forkful of cake, a slight pout tugging on his lips. “I am sure Ieiri might help. But knowing her, that means I’ll owe her another debt that she will use against me.”

Geto, for once, actually feels some form of sympathy for Gojo. Whilst he grew up in a functioning household with loving parents, Gojo was brought up in a lonely world, where he was treated like a prized position to be paraded about. So Geto wasn’t shocked at how unsure the usually overconfident Gojo is when it comes to something as trivial as dating. “Well...you can bring her out for coffee like you’re doing with me.” He offered, to which Gojo just made a face at his statement. “Sorry buddy, I don’t swing that way.”

“You little piece of shit.” Geto grunted with a light scowl as he kicked Gojo hard underneath the table, his annoyance growing at the familiar grin that was tugging at the corners of Gojo’s lips; and also the fact that his foot was stop by the Limitless that Gojo had activated before Geto can kick. “I mean an actual cute date dumbass - bring her café hopping about Tokyo or something. Or one of those pet cafes - people love pet cafes.” Geto said with a tired sigh, picking up his mug to take a slow sip from his warm liquid whilst Gojo actually pauses for a moment at Geto’s words. “Wait, that’s not that bad of an idea.”

Geto just rolled his eyes at that, taking soft sips from his mug whilst he watches as Gojo start googling about a few cafes that he can bring her about. “You’re welcome.” Geto said with a tired sigh as he sets his mug down, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks over at Gojo. “Now figure out a way to get to know her better and see if she’s even interested in your annoying ass.” He stated simply, to which Gojo just grins as he pointed the end of his fork as Geto, having eating that bite of cake whilst he typing away on his phone. “Who wouldn’t be interested in me?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

The next time he had gotten a chance to bump into her was actually by complete accident.

Like usually, he had decided to slack off instead of doing his homework; so it was no surprise to find the young shaman cooped up in the library of the school with a variety of textbooks opened around him. To be honest, Gojo wouldn’t have done this essay if it wasn’t for the fact that it had a heavy weightage on his final grade, determining if he could graduate from high school.

Even with that threat overhead, he decided to drag it out until the very last day to start writing it. Geto was just annoyed at him, since Gojo is actually really smart - yet he enjoys slacking off. It was infuriating, and since Gojo had already annoyed him enough with his entire ‘crush’ situation, Geto had just told him to go to the library before promptly closing the door in his face.

So there Gojo was, long limbs stretched out all over the place as he twirls his pen between his fingers. He had the most bored expression on his face as he tilted his head back with a sigh, his eyes blinking up at the wooden ceiling. If he was being honest, he had actually finished half of his essay - until he grew bored and wanted a distraction. He was about to get up to go and grab a snack from the vending machines when he heard a pair of soft footsteps and a quiet voice calling out to him.

“Oh, hello there, Gojo-senpai.”

Gojo widen his eyes in shock as he suddenly sat up straight, almost dropping the pen he was twirling between his fingers as he snapped his eyes up at the girl that had plagued his thoughts day and night. The same smile gracing her lips as she curiously walked towards the messy desk, casting a glance over the many opened books and the half-written essay before him. “Am I disturbing your research?”

“N-No.” Gojo said, cringing a little at how awkward he sounded - it was so unnatural and so unlike him, and he hopes that she didn’t notice it. Fortunately she hadn’t picked up on the awkwardness that he was basically radiating as she smiles and nods, gesturing to the free seat opposite from his with her free hand. “Do you mind if I take a seat there? I don’t really like studying alone in the library, it can get really quiet and boring.”

Numbly Gojo nodded, feeling a light blush coating his cheeks when he saw the grateful smile she tossed over at him casually as she made her way to the seat. He snapped out of it when he saw her pulling her own textbook from her bag, quickly shifting his mess into a neat pile so she has more space to work. She thanked him quietly with a smile, settling down in the free seat opposite from his as she started to flip through her book. He pretended to return to his work as well, but in reality he was watching her through his lashes, admiring how she can make something as simple as reading look graceful.

There was no way he was going to be able to do work now.

Closing his eyes a little, he reaches up to rub the bridge of his nose, this action causing his signature rounded sunglasses to fall down the bridge a little more. He was about to push them back when he felt a pair of eyes on him, causing him to look over the rim of his glasses over at the girl before him. When she was caught staring she just smiles at him, causing Gojo’s now calmed cheeks to flare up once more. “You really do have pretty eyes, senpai.” The girl stated simply, tilting her head a little as she casted him another smile.

And once more, the simple act of a smile caused Gojo’s breath to hitch, his eyes widening even more as he watches how she just casually looked down at her textbook once more. If only she knew just how that one sentence had basically shot-circuited his brain - rendering him useless for a few seconds. Somehow though, he managed to slowly return to his senses and start on his essay, the sound of having someone else studying with him getting him into the groove of things. Without even knowing it, he wrote the last sentence of his essay; smiling victoriously as he picked the essay up and flipped through the sheets of writing. He gave them a quick scan, reading it briefly to make sure everything looks alright before he slipped his essay back into his folder.

He had started to pack his books up when he spotted the clear look of confusion that was splashed across the face of the girl opposite from him. For some reason she reminded him of a kitten, and for a brief moment he just wanted to reach over to gently squish her cheeks in his hands. Instead he gave into his smaller temptation; gently kicking her slipper clad foot with one of his own to grab her attention. “Need some help with that?”

The younger girl gave him an embarrassed smile as she nods, rubbing the back of her head softly as she glances back at her textbook. “I wouldn’t mind...it’s just - I’ve been reading over the same chapter for a few days now, but I just don’t understand anything.” She admitted with a tired sigh as she hangs her head a little, sporting what looks to be a soft pout of frustration that caused Gojo’s heart to skip a beat at how adorable she looked. Wordlessly Gojo got up, grabbing his seat from his end of the table as he made his way towards her.

Settling down beside her, he leaned closer to scan over the page of the textbook, a memory jostling in the back of his mind at the same lesson he took back in his first year. “Oh, I remember this. I can help you if you want.”

“Really?” The younger girl said with an curious look as she glanced back at the man seated beside her, Gojo widening his eyes when he realised just how close their faces were. He can feel her soft breath against his cheek, and what smelt like mint coming from parted lips. This caused him to blush as he hid his widened eyes behind his sunglasses, wondering how the hell was she not outwardly reacting at how close their faces were. “Y-Yeah. I mean, I’ve already finished my work...I don’t mind killing some free time helping you.”

The girl gave him a grateful smile before she rubs the back of her neck gently, feeling a soft flush appearing on her cheeks that caused Gojo to stare shamelessly. “Thank you, senpai. If you need anything from me after this, don’t hesitate to ask.” She offered shyly as she glances over at Gojo, who blinked before he decided to take his opportunity. “A-Actually, there is something you can help me with.” Gojo admitted after he took a deep breath to steel his resolve, but the tone of his voice was still far too shy for how the third year.

His words caused the girl beside him to cast him a curious glance

“Would you maybe...be interested on going on a date with me?” He asks her, biting his lip a little as he stared at her from behind his sunglasses. For a brief moment the girl just blinked at him before her face suddenly blossomed in a deep shade of red, her hands coming up to slap over her warm cheeks as she stared at him with wide eyes. “M-Me?”

A shy nod was given before Gojo awkwardly glances down at his lap as well, rubbing the back of his neck with one of his hand whilst the other rested on the desk before them; anxiously tapping against the wood. “Y-Yeah.” He mumbles in a soft voice, and for a few moments there was silence that caused Gojo’s heart to beat painfully against his chest.

Screw whoever says that facing a Special Grade Curse would be terrifying - Gojo feels like he might just die from the anxiety of asking someone out for something as simple as a date.

He was about to start babbling about some random reason as to why when he heard her shy answer. “I-I mean...I wouldn’t mind going out on a date with you...”

Cue short-circuited Gojo once more.

“O-Oh.” Gojo spluttered out with wide eyes, having not expected for her to agree so readily as she gave him a shy smile, her face still dusted in a light shade of red as she nodded her. Her answer caused him to smile, biting his lip a little to stop his face from splitting open in a huge grin as he tilts his head a little. “Does 5pm tomorrow sound alright for you?” He asks her quietly, to which she grins softly and nods her head, her action causing her hair to fall over her face in perfect waves; the action causing Gojo’s already poor heart to do another flip in his chest. “We can meet up at the front of the school.”

With a final nod and another shy smile shared between the two, both of them returned to the work that hand. However there was a certain atmosphere between the two; the slightly excitement that was clearly on their faces at the idea of their date tomorrow, the light bumping of shoulders as Gojo reaches over to point at something as he explained it to the girl quietly, soft comments that leads to soft giggles and the shy glances they both share. The soft smiles on their faces sealing the scene for anyone to walk past to know that there was definitely something brewing between the two

Who knew all it took was a simple complement to land them where they are today.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk #jjk imagines #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x you #satory gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk satoru #satoru #satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff

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angeli-marco-writes · 4 years ago

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Dean & Seamus - At Last

A/N - 1.8k word blurb I completely forgot I wrote. Bringing this out of the archives, enjoy.

Warnings - slight cursing and angst, fluff, mutual pining.

Summary - Years of tiptoeing around one another and hidden feelings come to a head when Seamus finds a stack of art beneath Dean's bed. At last, something might happen.

“Hey Dean?” Seamus calls, breaking the silence of the half empty common room.

The two of them sitting together on opposite ends of a very comfortable and very small sofa with feet entangled in a contorted knot is not a rare occurrence, and everyone knows that the two like to be as close as possible. Dean has a notepad on the arm of the sofa, artistic pencils on the coffee table as he sketches away to his heart's content, while Seamus has a pack of muggle cards, teaching himself card tricks.

“What is it?” Dean replies, glancing up from his notepad to meet Seamus’ sympathetic gaze.

“Do you still have that muggle magic book? This isn’t going great.”

Dean chuckles, rubbing sleep from his eyes with the heel of his palm, deep brown eyes twinkling under the dim light from the candles. The way he watches Seamus when he isn’t looking is with nothing but pure adoration, not necessarily the way that friends should look at one another.

“Dean?” Seamus calls, suddenly much closer than before, kneeling in front of Dean’s legs now curled beneath him without his knowledge of putting them there.

“Uhm, the book? Yeah, it's under my bed. Careful you don’t find a banshee under there.” Dean says jokingly, curving his arm around Seamus’ torso to bring him closer, discarding his art for a moment, savouring the sound of Seamus’ laugh like music to his ears.

He stops thinking, and just exists for a second, only able to do that when Seamus is so close to him, chests pressed together, hearts beating as one, breath mingling and all inhibitions lowered. If he had a little more belief that Seamus shared his crush then he’d go the final step, bringing their lips together for more than a fleeting moment. If only he knew that Seamus in fact felt the same, equally as strong, equally as lovesick and just as scared of rejection. So for the meantime, they stuck to their own personal affections.

“I’ll be back in a minute, and I’ll call you if there’s a banshee.”

With a fleeting kiss that Dean pressed to Seamus’ cheek, the latter had disappeared up the stone stairs to the dorms.

On his way up, Seamus finds himself thinking non stop of the way Dean’s soft lips felt pressed against his cheek. Not like they haven’t kissed before, but every time it excites him, still bringing butterflies to his stomach after four years.

Their first kiss was in a game of juvenile truth or dare in second year, where Seamus revealed he’d never been kissed, and Dean was then dared to kiss him. That was the moment, for Seamus at least, that he’d realised he was gay - or at the very least, not straight.

It was half way through third year that the two had grown accustomed to holding hands and sharing clothes, stealing cheek kisses and cuddling on the odd night. None of this changed, even now they’ve become sixth years.

Seamus throws the door open to the dorm and leaps across to Dean’s bed, forever more comfortable than his own. He lies over it, inhaling Dean’s scent that he’s so used to wrapping him up whenever he sleeps. Oak and paint. The strangest perfection. After a moment of thought, he pulls up the west ham blanket, the oversized knitted quilt that the two made one Christmas night when they got far too cold, and finally the red sheets so that he gets a better look beneath the bed, which just so happens to be crammed full of random shit.

“Bloody hell Dean,” he sighs with a gentle smile, lighting his wand and sliding off the bed onto the wooden floor, preparing himself for a search.

Seamus sits and sifts through piles of books covered in dust, albeit in neat piles and just about alphabetised (all much more organised than his own), and a couple of boxes before he finds their old magic book.

Just as he moves to put everything back in its place, he comes across a locked trunk of chestnut wood and gold edges. It’s triple locked by the looks of padlocks atop the built in securities. But Seamus can’t help thinking, what does Dean have to hide from him? He’s always said “what’s mine is yours”, and that they know everything about one another. What could Dean possibly be so ashamed of that he didn’t even want Seamus to see? Chuckling at the first immediate thought, he pulls the box out and peers through a crack. It looks like… old notebooks?

“Cistem Aperio.” he utters the words used to unlock the trunk, only to find out that the padlock is a fake one and that the box itself only had one lock. Maybe the faux measures were to stop the other boys finding it, and not Seamus, but once opened, he’s astounded.

Piles of notepads and sketch pads fill the border of the box, but what’s in the centre is the most disconcerting. It’s Seamus, on canvas, ten times over. All from different angles, painted with watercolour or acrylics, all at different stages of completion because on some, the pencil lines are still apparent. Sure, Seamus knows that Dean is a bloody good artist, and Dean’s asked him to be a model once or twice, but this is another level. And even though he probably should, he can’t find it creepy.

He turns over a couple of the older canvases dating back to the bottom one, a mix of acrylic paint and heavy pencil shading. ‘Seamus, 7th April 1994; I wonder if you think of me half as often as I think of you.’

His heart stops just for a moment. Does dean… no chance. No way, there’s no way that Dean fancies him too. He could have anyone in the school, why would he fancy his dorky Irish friend?

He takes out a couple of the pads, opening to reveal pages of sketches of Seamus. The two together, Seamus at the lunch table, by the lake, with other people or asleep in Dean’s bed. Just the sight of Dean’s talent makes his belly flip. The curved pencil lines, the soft brushes of his coloured pencils, the perfect shading wherever it needs to be in the different photos. Each one has Dean’s signature, a date and a title in the bottom right hand corner., but some are a little more smudged with, tears?

He grabs the most recent sketchpad and tucks it beneath his arm, going to open a note pad filled with dozens of poems and quotes, but the most common one hits him hard.

‘You have to let it all go. The way he kissed you, the way he smelled, the way he touched your waist and pulled you in. You have to let it go and you have to let him go. Because he’ll never love you that way, he’ll always be your friend, and he’ll never be yours.’

That’s essentially all the confirmation that Seamus needs to realise that Dean’s liked him all this time. How could they have been so stupid, avoiding each other and never confessing?

He rips the page out of the notebook and runs out the door, the leather bound sketch pad bouncing in his clutch. He bounds down the stairs as ungracefully as possible, taking them two by two, his shoes resounding on the stone and hereby making a racket that the whole common room can here.

Seamus appears at the bottom, breathless and flushed as opposed to covered in soot, but his eyes are filled with a new flame.

“Dean,” he pants, eyes darting over to where he's curled up in the same spot as before, knees tucked under his chin with an art pad on the arm of the sofa, tucking his extortionately expensive pencil behind his ear when he sees Seamus all hot and bothered.

He stands, towering over everyone as he takes quick strides across the room, his breath hitching when he sees the sketchpad tucked haphazardly beneath Seamus’ small arm.

“Sea, please,” he begs, eyes brimming with tears to match Seamus’.

They stand an awkward distance from each other for a minute before Seamus takes the final step and closes the gap, gripping Dean’s tie and pulling him a little closer to his own height.

“Did you draw these of me?” Seamus asks with a raspy, trembling voice, filled with anguish and longing.

“Yes.” Dean murmurs softly.

“Did you write these poems about me?” he waves the tear stained page of perfect ink in front of Dean, making the taller boy swallow thickly.

“Yes.”

“Were you ever going to tell or show me?”

“Maybe one day.” Dean says guiltily, averting his eyes to the floor for only a second before meeting Seamus’ intense gaze once more, the flames behind the freckles on his cheeks a little intimidating.

“Do you, do you love me?” Seamus asks finally, taking a leap of faith, one that is finally reciprocated.

“Yes. Yes, so much.”

That’s all the ammunition that Seamus needs to tug Dean’s lips to his own, crushing them together and engaging in a fiery kiss of nothing but long awaited passion and love. Their tears dissipate as Seamus weaves his arms around Dean’s neck, and his curl around Seamus’ waist, lifting him up like he weighs nothing. Seamus deepens the kiss, licking along Dean's bottom lip to request an entrance which is more than eagerly granted, allowing them to explore each other's mouths finally. Dean lets out a muffled moan when Seamus bites down on his lower lip, the most heavenly sound Seamus has ever heard. Dean squeezes the ass that rests on his hips just for a moment before sliding his hands beneath his jumper, his dark palms running over Seamus’ milky skin, the perfect contradiction.

They become so enveloped in their bubble of passion, tongues dancing tantalisingly together, that they forget they’re in the common room, awkwardly withdrawing when the need for oxygen becomes too dire.

However, instead of the angry shouts and disgruntled faces they expect, it’s actually faces of sheer relief and lazy smiles all around.

“About bloody time!” Ron shouts.

Dean chuckles softly, lowering Seamus to the ground. The pair scrabble for their stuff, grasping it in uncoordinated handfuls, stuttering apologies before darting upstairs. Once at their dorm, they slam the door shut and throw their belongings elsewhere without a care, fighting over who gets to pin the other against the door.

“Have we really been dancing around our feelings since we were twelve?” Dean asks, trying to keep his focus on the time being while Seamus works tirelessly at the bottoms of his shirt, leaving kisses everywhere in his wake.

“Yes we have. And that means we have five years to make up for now.” Seamus quips, bringing Dean’s lips to his own once more, moving to enjoy their time together, at last.

#dean thomas #seamus finnigan #deamus #dean and seamus #deamus blurb #harry potter #hp #harry potter imagine #harry potter blurb #dean seamus #gryffindor boys #gryffindor #ron weasley

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youngjusticestories · 4 years ago

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Jealous Much

I've been binge watching a lot of my favorite old shows from when I was growing up and I came across a scene from episode 19 of Victorious. The scene was when Andre, Cat, Beck, and Jade were at a new karaoke place when two girls started flirting with the boys and Jade got jealous and challenged them to a singing battle. I got inspired from that and wrote this based on it. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Word Count: 2134

"Come on (Y/n), were going to be late." You heard Dick call from downstairs where he was waiting for you finish getting ready to meet up with Wally and Artemis. "Are you ever patient with anything you do with me Dick?" You asked him playfully while coming down the stairs ready to get going.

"Most likely not because of how much time you always take to get ready for small things." He said with a smug smirk appearing on his face. "Its not my fault that It is not easy for me to look good with as much little effort as you." Dick put a hand to his heart and pretended to act offended by your comment.

You rolled your eyes at him and made your way towards the front door with Dick following right behind you. He opened the door for you while grabbing the car keys from out of his leather jacket's pocket. "Guessing by the time we get to the place Wally has already eaten everything they have on the menu."

"Probably knowing him, he would have done it in the first 5 minutes of being there." He said before bending down to kiss you on the head softly. "Let's hope Artemis can stop him from eating that much then." You said getting in Dick's brand new car.

The both of you drove to the location for a much needed day off with Artemis and Wally from the hero work. You loved helping people but sometimes you need a break from everything that is going on in your life right now.

"How are things going at Wayne Enterprises?" You asked him out of curiosity from him know being the new CEO of the company. "Things are going very smoothly but I feel like I have big shoes to fill since Bruce retired so early."

You gave Dick a reassuring smile as he continued his drive to the the brand new restaurant all four of you have wanted to check out since seeing the opening a few weeks ago when catching up with one another. Lost in your thoughts you didn't realize that you phone had started to buzz in your right hand.

"Hey babe, you might want to check who is calling you at the moment." Dick said trying to regain your attention while still having his eyes straight on the road driving. You snapped out of your very thoughts and looked down to see Artemis's caller ID shine bright across your phone screen while still buzzing from you not answering the call.

You pressed the green answer button and brought your phone to your ear but flinched when you heard Artemis basically screaming at you through the speaker. "(Y/n) where are you and Dick we have been waiting for you guys to arrive here for the last 15 minutes straight!" Artemis sounded very annoyed with you and Dick just from her tone of voice when she was using to speak with you.

"We're stuck in traffic right now, but I promise we will get there in the next 10 minutes." You said with a promising tone in your voice. "You better be because i don't know how much longer I can hold Wally off from swallowing this whole place." Once she finished that sentence you could hear Wally say something about how rude Artemis was for saying that about him. The call ended after that and you went to looking out of the window of the car.

"(Y/n) we're here now so lets get going before Artemis comes outside and beats our asses for being late." Dick said while trying to shake you to get out of your daydreaming and get out of the car. "Oh sorry, I didn't notice." You replied to him while quickly shutting the car door behind you.

When you were both at the front door Dick took the handle and opened it for you while saying "Here you are my precious lady." You started to giggle at his playfulness and decided to play along with his little game. "Why thank you my good sir" You said while pretending to courtesy to him for his actions. Both of you only got a few steps into the place before spotting Wally and Artemis already at the booth all of you reserved for the rest of day.

"There you guys are I thought you both would never arrive here by the the time (Y/n) said you would be here soon because she always lies about that." Wally said to you while never taking his eyes off his own menu looking at all of the food options. "And I see you still won't change Wally." You said while rolling your eyes at his terrible comment at you.

All of you took your seats and decide what you wanted to order for your meal. "i am gonna go get the drinks what do you all you want to drink?" Artemis asked everyone at the table. "I'll take a water" Dick said rather quickly knowing exactly what he wanted. "I will have one too" Wally pitched in on what he wanted to drink with his meal.

You were looking at the menu, but nothing you could see was what you wanted for a drink so you Artemis "Can I go with you to see if there are any drinks I would like?" Artemis said yes so the both of you went to the drink stand to see what the place had to offer for the moment of time.

"Dick can you explain now since the girls are gone now why you and (Y/n) can never make it to a place on time?" Wally asked while glancing at his phone from time to time. "You know how (Y/n) is when getting ready to go." Dick said with a look that says she is killing me with that habit of hers. "Yeah I know how she is but you love her no matter what happens." Wally said with a bright smile showing on his face.

"Yeah (Y/n) really is amazing and I love her but man she kills me sometimes, but I'm guessing you have your fair share of pet peeves when your dating Artemis yourself." Dick said giving him a very questioning look at his redhead best friend. "Don't you even get me started on her, she drives me crazy but that's what I love about her." The boys went on with their conversation while having no idea of being watched by some ladies across the room from them.

"Oh my god Amelia look over at those two guys at that table they look so hot!" Rosa gushed to her friend about how hot those guys were that she never even spoke to. "I know I see that Rosa but that guy with dark raven hair looks yummy to me." Amelia said before taking a sip of her coke from her glass. "I know but just look at that redhead he looks like he knows what to do when we are along together." Rosa added a playful wink to her comment as Amelia choked on her drink after hearing what her friend just said to her.

"Rosa control yourself we are in a public building with people around us at every corner you look at." Amelia scolded her friend on her inappropriate behavior when dining out to a place to eat. "Your no better Amelia with you saying about how yummy a guy is without even ever meeting him before" Rosa shot back at her friend's scolding.

The two friends constantly went back and forth for a few minutes before finally decided to talk to the the guys both of them were staring at from earlier. "What happens if they reject us Amelia in front of everyone here that's eating?" Rosa said while panicking about the worst results that could happen to the both of them.

"Nothing will wrong I promise just look at how hot we both are those guys won't be able to take their off us for the rest of the day." Amelia said trying to reassure her friend about talking to them. "I know but maybe we just don't go up to them after all." Rosa said while slopping down in her seat. "Come on when are we ever gonna see guys this hot ever again this is our chance we can't screw it up, Rosa." Amelia declared by dragging Rosa over to the two guys sitting at their table having a conversation.

Wally could see from the angle he was at while talking to Dick could see two girls looking the same age as them coming over to their booth. "Oh shit Dick I think some girls are coming over to us right now." Wally said in a very low whisper trying not to draw attention to himself. "Why does this always happen when will all go out in public and where are (Y/n) and Artemis right now?" Dick groaned out.

"Just go for it Rosa nothing will go wrong just come along." Amelia said when she finally finished Rosa over to the guy's table. Both of the girls saw the two guys stop their conversation together and went to look at the strangers right in front of their table. The two girls sat down next to both of them without even saying a word to them.

Artemis and you were walking back from the drink stand with all your guys drinks and saw two girls putting there hands all over Wally and Dick." I'm going to kill wally when I get over there." Artemis said with a glare on her face while still walking over to the table. The closer you got to the table you could see how uncomfortable Dick was in this moment. You have always know Dick to be a sweet caring person and not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings so you know how he was feeling.

"We're back with the drinks you two." You said calmly as you could after seeing what is going on right now with your boyfriend and a random girl. You and Artemis set the drinks on the table with the girls still touching Wally and Dick. "Excuse could you move so I can have my seat back?" You asked politely to the girl was glaring daggers at you from where you were standing up.

"No I'm sorry I started to get to know this handsome man over here" She purred out in a sultry tone trying to seduce Dick. You started to laugh at her actions because you know Dick would never leave you because he follows you like a lost puppy everywhere you go. Both of the girls gave you a weird looking but went back to trying to seduce the boys.

"You better get your hands off my boyfriend in the 5 minutes or you won't have hands anymore." Artemis said giving a very threatening look to the girl who was roaming her hands all over Wally and she didn't like it one bit. "If I don't what are you gonna do about it blondie." Rosa almost shouted at Artemis.

You could tell that Artemis was furious at the comment she just heard about herself. It was one thing to touch her boyfriend but if you make a comment about her hair fists are about to be flying in this place. "No need to get angry right now lets just get our seats back and we can all just forget this ever happened" You said trying to calm down Artemis from how pissed off she was.

The Rosa girl that was sitting next to Wally went running from the table because of how afraid she was of Artemis. The way Dick pushed the girl out of the booth was the funniest thing you saw since the last time Bruce tripped down the stairs of the bat cave.You could hear mutter under her breath about how much of a bitch you guys were.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and catching up with one another. When you and Dick were heading out of the door you were pulled by the air and brought into a passionate kiss on his soft lips. "You should be jealous more it looks beautiful on you." Dick said smugly pulling you over to the car with a very red blush coating your cheeks.

#nightwing #nightwingimagine #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #young justice #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson #richard grayson

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 4 years ago

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COSMIC - S3:E4; Chapter Four, The Sauna Test - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘹.

📝: ERICAAA!!! FRICKIN FINALLY!! Less important note, but when writing about Y/n, El and Max, I wrote "the three friends" and autocorrect literally changed "friends" to "fruits". Yelmax confirmed 💀

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"It is fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the County Recorder's Office," Robin reports, unfurling what looked to be a familiar layout on the break room table. "Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints."

"Not bad," Dustin smirks from her left.

"So this is us," she points to a familiar-looking room before gesturing across the map. "Scoops, and this is where we wanna get."

"Yeah, I don't really see a way in," Steve mumbles from his seat at the table.

"There's not. If,"

She rips away a layer of the blueprint, revealing a vastly complicated map of air ducts, pipelines, and detailing that made up Starcourt.

"you're talking exclusively about doors."

Dustin looks at her with excitement growing in his eyes. "Air ducts!"

"Exactly," she smirks, making her way to the whiteboard to retrieve the magic marker. "Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room and these air ducts lead all the way" she circles the secret room in question, drawing one, interrupted line right back to, "here."

Dustin and Steve finally tear their eyes away from the map and follow Robin's mischievous eye. All the way to the air duct tucked away in the far corner of the Scoops Ahoy break room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

To their surprise, a screwdriver had been harder to find than a ladder but soon enough Steve had managed to reach the air vent and unscrew it from the wall. But as he stood here now, peering down into the vent he quickly realized they were now facing yet another obstacle.

"Flath'ligh'?" Steve asked, finally removing the screwdriver from his mouth and shaping it for the small torchlight Dustin had waiting. "Thank you,"

The flashlight turns on with a tiny click and a soft yellow light bounces down the narrow metal tunnel, enunciation the frown on Steve's face.

"Yeah, I don't know man, I don't know if you can fit in here, it's like... super tight."

"I'll fit," Dustin smirks. "Trust me. No collarbones, remember?"

"Uh, excuse me?" Robin asks.

Steve jumps down from the ladder, turning to Robin as Dustin begins the climb and gives her a nod.

"Oh, he's uh, he's got so disease," he frowns thoughtfully, racking his brain as he tries to recall the word. "It's chrydo... um... something, yeah I don't know. He's missing bones and stuff, he can bend like Gumbo."

"You mean... Gumby?"

"I'm pretty sure it's Gumbo," he snorts.

"Just shut up and push me!" Comes Dustin's muffled voice from the vents.

By now he had wormed himself halfway in, his bottom half sticking out of the wall and still propped up on the latter while they had been talking.

"Okay," Steve huffed, motioning knowingly to the kid's feet and turned away from Robin.

She watched with a tired, lazily bemused expression as Steve grabbed a less than sturdy hold of the kid's feet and attempted to push.

"Not my feet, dumbass, push my ass!"

"Uh, what?"

"TOUCH MY BUTT! I DON'T CARE!" Came Dustin's impatient scream from the walls.

With a heavy grimace, Steve hesitantly began pushing against Dustin's rear end and his muffled anger grew louder.

"I'm pushing!" Steve argued.

"PUSH HARDER!" Dustin shrieks as he attempts to inch further into the metal vents. "You're playing with my legs!"

"I'm not playing, I have terrible footing!"

"Come on!"

Steve finally makes it to the top of the latter, Dustin's legs bunched together over his shoulders and locked under his arm as their voice continued to shout over one another.

"I'm gonna just shove you, ready?"

"Just shove me?"

"One, two..."

"Shit!"

"That work?"

"One more time,"

Robin rolls her eyes, finally turning away when she hears the sudden rapid chimes of the customer bell out front and all too familiar patron.

"Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck!"

Through the partition window, Robin meets eyes with none other than Erica Sinclair who flashes her an exaggerated salute and rings the bell knowingly.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Laughter and joyful screams filled the chlorine-soaked air, the smell of the pool lingering with sunblock was strong enough it wafted all the way to the parking lot where the majority of the Party now stood at the Hawkins pool. It looked quite different than it had the day before when Y/n, Max, and El had last been, but the tension weighing down the atmosphere seemed just as heavy and ever-present.

The storm had of course long since lifted, and the sun was now beating down heavily on their backs as they took shelter behind a Rust Red AMC Hornet, all eyes across the lot on the occupant in the lifeguard chair.

Billy.

He was squished underneath the bright red beach umbrella, hidden underneath a baseball cap, thick shades, a long-sleeved sweater, and a white beach towel draped over his legs where they poked out into the sun. He was completely covered.

"I don't know," Max begins, peering through the group's binoculars. "He looks pretty normal to me,"

"Normal?" Lucas scoffs. "How many times have you seen him with a shirt on?"

Y/n smiles weakly from where she stands in between him and Will. Max lowers the binoculars, conceding a wince.

"I mean, it's a little weird,"

"More than a little," Mike nods. "He was in a tub with ice. The Mind Flayer likes it cold. Plus everything El saw—"

"But he's lounging at the pool," Max argues, doubtfully. "Which is like, the least Mind Flayer thing ever,"

"Not necessarily," Will says, pulling everyone's attention. "The Mind Flayer likes to hide. He only used me when he needed me. It's like... like you're dormant. And then, when he needs you,"

All eyes return to Billy.

"...you're activated."

Y/n gulps, shifting on her feet from where she had previously stood rooted to the spot. Ever since that dreaded Halloween night the previous year, nothing seemed to have been the same. The Mind Flayer had set his sights on Will, and in turn, her. Slowly but surely, he had infected all of their lives as he had the town of Hawkins; spreading his rot and poison, and his hate. She could still feel it sometimes; the pain of Will's nails raking into her face and leaving behind the faded scar that had already long since disappeared.

Her eyes dart back through the fence at the suspicious-looking lifeguard and her insides twisted further into a sickening knot. The thought of the Mind Flayer's possible return was enough to drain the color from her face and leave a chill in the humid, sticky summer air. Her mind was running rapid with fear but the sound of Max's voice was enough to return her to earth.

"Okay, so we just..." she shrugs, looking back over towards her brother. "wait until he gets activated."

"No," Mike says with the shake of his head. "What if he hurts someone?"

"Or kills someone?" Will counters, and the Wheeler boy nods.

"We can't take that chance. We need to find out if he's the host,"

"Well, how do we do that?" Lucas asks.

The Party falls silent. The weight of the air growing heavier and heavier as it dawns on them. And one by one, each pair of eyes trickle over to the only present Henderson sibling in the Party. Her head is hung, propped-up against the hood and when she senses the eyes on her she straightens, breathing a sigh. But Will was already shaking his head.

"What? No, no way," he says to Mike and the others, Y/n already turning to him. "No, Y/n, I don't think it's a good idea,"

"I don't like it either," Y/n fretted. "but it's our best chance. The Mind Flayer hates me, and I can push his limits. It's the fastest way."

"And if, by some random chance, Billy isn't the host?" Will countered gently. "He'd find out about you,"

Y/n didn't have a reply for that. Truthfully, she didn't know whether to be relieved or angered he had cornered her. She just stood there, frowning at the concrete sidewalk biting her lip thoughtfully. She tried to think of a way to use her abilities subtly, but all her experience with heat came from seismic blasts or concentrated bursts from her hands. If she attempted that on Billy, he would surely know it.

"There's gotta be another way," Mike cuts in. "I mean, a safe way that doesn't risk you getting hurt or discovered."

Y/n and Will - even El - shoot him a funny look and he shifts under the sudden attention, guiltily.

"What about the sauna?" Lucas says, lighting up.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, it's perfect!" He grins, stepping out from around the car and motioning for Will and Mike. "Come on,"

Seemingly catching onto Lucas's idea, Mike wastes no time in following. And Will hesitantly steps away, sending Y/n and his friends an apologetic shrug.

"Where are you going?" El called after them, exasperated.

"Sorry! Boys only!" Mike throws over his shoulder.

Max scowls after them. "Seriously?!"

"Just trust us!" Lucas cries.

"We'll be back," Will shrugs again. "... I guess."

The three friends sigh, throwing less than impressed looks at the retreating boys. Privately, Y/n wondered if Mike stood any chance of harm just from her glaring at him in this moment. She hadn't shared these feelings with anyone, but since reuniting with Will something had been troubled Ling him and he wouldn't say what. She could spot it right away, the shift in demeanor but she knew it was something different from the return of the Mind Flayer somehow. And she believed it had something to do with Mike.

He was acting differently around him. He had been for some time now, as she had with Max and even El but this was different. Something had happened, and because Will was, well, Will, he was clearly trying to put aside for the sake of everyone's safety. Y/n couldn't really blame him there, but she wished he would open up to her. Tell her what was wrong.

And she wished more than anything she could fix whatever Mike had clearly broken.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"All we gotta do is wait until the pool closes and everyone leaves," Lucas begins, guiding his friends through the first layer of the men's locker rooms. "And then get him from here..."

He steps forward, quickly ripping open the secondary door. The three boys scurry inside, and Lucas's friends quickly seem to catch on to his plan and a small smile grows on Will's face.

"And get him into here," Lucas eagerly rips open the sauna door, expecting to see nothing but steam but his luck had run out.

Five sweaty adult men in towels sat packed in the sauna like sardines, scowls on their faces for the three party members who interrupted their steam. "Hey! Shut the door!"

-"Come on, kid!"

-"Shut it!"

Lucas finally broke from his stupor and slammed the door shut, shuddering.

"I think I just threw up in my mouth,"

Will nodded with a grimace, but shook it off when his eyes landed on the wall beside the door.

"The controls!"

Mike's still bulging, haunted eyes finally broke away from their zoning out and jumped to the wall where Will was pointing. His face lit up.

"We can control from the outside, it's perfect!"

"Do you think it'll get hot enough?" Will asks, feeling more and more relieved by the second. "Like, "Y/n" hot?"

His friends immediately stopped, looking to him with a deadpan expression. Will scoffed at them. "You know what I mean" he snarked, not in the mood though he was trying to ignore the hint of a blush creeping up on his skin.

"Nevermind that," Lucas says. "Look right, here, 220 degrees. That's definitely enough."

"Okay, so we just need to figure out how to get him into here," Will nods towards the sauna door.

"Precisely."

"Then we lock him in," Mike says.

Lucas nods. "-heat him up,"

And Will manages another somewhat relieved smile. "-and no matter what happens, we'll know for sure."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Erica descends from the latter, the flashlight in her hands flicking off with a loud click as she strides up to the break room table where her recruits stood waiting. The group had taken a calculated risk I confiding in the young girl, but she was smart and demanded the information and why they needed to know if she could fit into the air duct in the back room. So here they stood, waiting with anxious breath for her verdict.

"Yeah, I don't know," she says, propping herself up on the edge of the table rather unimpressed.

"You don't know if you can fit?" Dustin asks.

"Oh, I can fit. I just don't know if I want to,"

"Are you claustrophobic?" Robin tries.

Amused, Erica gives the young woman a pitiful laugh. "I don't have phobias."

"Okay, well," Steve begins with a shrug. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is I still haven't heard what's in this for Erica,"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Steve slides another banana boat ice cream float across the table, joining the already plentiful dairy banquet laid out for the Sinclair girl. She merely gave it a single, disinterested glance and slid it back.

"More fudge please,"

Nobody said anything. And Steve just stared back at the table with tired, glazed-over eyes before Erica sent him a dismissive wave.

"Go on,"

He gave a sigh, and left the booth with the Banana boat in hand, and retreated to the counter. Robin took that as her cue and pulled out the marked-up blueprints she had at her side.

"Alright, you see this?" She points from the circle marked Scoops Ahoy and trail connecting over the flipped map. "This is the route you're gonna take. Then we just wait until the last delivery goes out tonight then you knock out the grate. Jump down. Open the door."

"Then you find out what's in those boxes?" She asks.

"Exactly,"

"And you say this guard is armed?"

"Yes," Dustin quickly nods. "But he won't be there,"

"And booby traps?"

"Booby traps?" Robin echoed.

"Lazers, spikes in the wall,"

Robin couldn't help but give a small laugh, but Erica was all too serious. She turned to the two with a serious look.

"You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment."

"We'll be in radio contact with you the whole time-"

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Erica stops her. "Child. Endangerment."

Robin sighs, ignoring the knot wanting to twist in her stomach. She knew she was right, and Robin supposed she just didn't want to admit to herself what they were asking not only of themselves but the young girl.

"Erica?" Dustin began. "Hi, uh... We think these Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm. Don't you love your country?"

"You can't spell America without Erica," she shrugs, taking a long and loud sip from her complimentary Scoops Shake.

Dustin just blinks at her response and concedes with a nod. "Uh... yeah. Oddly, that's uh... weirdly true, so... so! Don't do this for us! Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man. Do this for America, Erica."

Erica, who had been slurping her drink through her straw throughout his entire speech, finally finished it off and shivered, sending him a smirk. "Ooh! I just got the chills."

Dustin smiled proudly.

"Oh, yeah," she quickly corrects, her smile falling. "From this float. Not your speech."

His smile falls right off his face.

"You know what I love most about this country?" Erica began. "Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?"

Both Robin and Dustin mumble a 'yeah'.

"It means this is a free market system, which means people get paid for their services depending on how valuable their contributions are. And this seems to me that my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So-"

Robin and Dustin share a worried look.

"-you want my help? This U.S.S. Butterscotch better be the first of many. And I'm talking free ice cream for life,"

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ciggylungz · 5 years ago

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Eat your heart out

Blurb night- 1.8k words

(request: ok but what if u wrote one where y/n is a virgin and they finally did it after dating for months and then Harry's friends came to visit him and you overheard h talking how bad u are and all that angsty stuff...)

Virginity

The word means a something different to everyone. Some people save it for marriage, some don’t care about it, others tie it to religion. It’s all up to personal interpretation and value. For Y/n, it’s not that she didn’t want to lose it, she just never felt ready until she met Harry.

She had met him through a mutual friend, they were both invited to a birthday party and just got on so well they decided to get to know each other better. Dates, hangouts, and many hours spent together later they had become official and now they’re 5 months in and going strong.

A few nights ago, she had finally felt ready. She had communicated to Harry at the start of their relationship she’d never been intimate with someone before and it might take her a while to feel ready to be so vulnerable with him, but eventually the night came and while it was a bit clumsy filled with trial and error she thought over all it was a special experience. Harry had made her feel comfortable, he had made her feel like she was beautiful and made him happy, so she’s completely confused and crestfallen at the words she’s hearing come from his mouth echoing through the spacious house.

“mate, it was bad. Like proper awful, I almost gagged at some points from how bad it was.”

A cruel laugh followed his words. Her chest felt hollow, like her heart had caved in just from his words. She couldn’t bring herself to stop listening, she guessed she was just a glutton for punishment because the hurtful words just kept coming.

“I thought being with a virgin would be hot!”

She heard the voice of one of his friends exclaim, she had never hated the sound of someone’s voice before that moment.

“so did I! it’s why I put up with the wait, thought she’d be bloody tight and a good shag, but I was dead wrong. She barely got wet; she didn’t even taste good! I couldn’t stay hard for shit, pretended to cum and everything just to get it over with. I didn’t know sex could be so bad!”

Another round of cackles and random bullying comments were made about Y/n among the group of men, at this point Y/n felt worthless. She felt like she failed, she felt dirty and stupid. Everything he’d ever said to her was now being questioned. she swears she could vomit.

“Jesus H, what a waste of a pussy innit? Don’t worry can get some girls lined up for you this weekend. Can trip and have a proper orgy, deserve it after pity fucking that dud.”

“Thank god! Need a good fuck after that nightmare. Line up a good few for me yea?”

Humiliated didn’t even come close to describing how Y/n felt right now. Not only had her boyfriend objectify and completely embarrass her to his friends, she’d just heard first hand that he hated it so much he had faked his orgasm, and was planning to cheat on her with multiple women in less than 24 hours. She was sick, her heart stomped on and her feelings completely crushed. She’d never felt so worthless, stupid, used and disgusted with herself. She had confided in Harry how she was scared to be vulnerable, afraid to be intimate with someone because she wasn’t ready to be so open and bare with another person. Harry had told her how she was worth the wait, how she was beautiful and he loved her but now she knew none of it was real. He’d just wanted to be with a virgin, and he hated the experience.

The vomit crawling up her throat had finally reached her mouth, the girl darting towards the bathroom to empty her churning stomach into the toilet tears springing to her eyes as her body tried desperately to purge out all the hurt yet the waves kept coming.

If anyone had heard her getting sick, they didn’t care since no one even called out her name. The girl didn’t even feel like an actual person anymore, just a defective object who was disposable. She couldn’t be here anymore, the emotional pain starting to manifest into physical symptoms as well. Her head pounding, stomach turning and ears ringing. It took all the energy she had left to shove some of her things into her bag to take back to her flat.

The girl was too humiliated to even face them, to confront Harry or mention what she had heard. She internalized all of it, pulling her hood up and ducking out of the front door silently. She suddenly felt lucky that the living room wasn’t in view of the entry way so she could slip out without detection.

----

y/n didn’t bother to leave a not nor text Harry about her departure, making her way on foot to the underground to get home. She hadn’t driven her car there since Harry had picked her up, and she didn’t have any service to get an uber so she opted for the easiest option.

The majority of the train ride she spent with her head down, thoughts racing as she desperately tried to suppress the sobs begging to be let out. she somehow managed to keep it together until she got into her flat, as soon as she shut the door her back was against it pained sobs wracking through her body.

When her bottom finally hit the ground she was reminded of the bruises she’d woken up with on her hips and ass from where Harry had gripped onto her.

Maybe that’s why he made me switch to all fours, he was so disgusted he couldn’t even look at my face. Maybe that’s why he seemed to get angry, I couldn’t make him feel good.

The soreness didn’t even compare to the internal injuries his words had left her with. It was as if she’d been clawed from the inside out, every hurtful word slashed at her organs. Her mind burning with self-hatred, insecurity and disgust towards herself. Y/n had always been insecure, she struggled with body image and confidence since she was a child and this ridicule of her natural state and what was supposed to be special tore her limb from limb.

She didn’t know how long it had been, she seemed to zone out finding herself laying in fetal position on the wood floors of her home. Her back was still pressed into the cold steel door, using what was left of her to stand to her feet and lock it, sliding the chain lock as well just to make sure there would be no chance of anyone disrupting her decent into the void of pain.

She didn’t get much sleep that night, her head wouldn’t stop pounding and her thoughts never eased up. She’d gotten a text from Harry asking where she was, her only sending a simple message saying she was feeling poorly and went home in reply.

Harry left her on read.

It must have been many hours since the sun had rose then set again in the time she’d laid still between her covers. She hadn’t gotten up to use the bathroom or eat. She didn’t feel like a person anymore. She didn’t feel like she held any worth in any sense to anyone, seeing as no one had reached out for her in the hours she’d been MIA, not even the boy who supposedly loved her.

Y/n shifted her gaze to the clock on her nightstand, she then knew it was Sunday. It had been almost an entire 48 hours since she’d moved from her spot and by now she was sure Harry had been balls deep in numerous other women. Women who could give him everything she failed to, women who he desired and could get off with. They must be everything she’s convinced she’s not. Pretty, sexy, desirable, loveable, worthy of Harry’s intimacy. Something he regretted ever engaging in with his own girlfriend.

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It was 10 in the morning on Monday when Y/n’s phone finally dinged. By Sunday night she had managed to drag herself to the bathroom to relieve herself and brush her teeth, yet she only then returned to her bed to lay in a depressed shame filled coma of sorts, she truly felt so heart broken it was like her body was giving up on her.

She caved and looked at the message, feeling another stomp on her deflated heart when she saw it was from Harry-

“you alright? Stopped by your work, they said you haven’t called out but you never showed?”

Y/n had forgotten about her job in her spiral, but even now she couldn’t bring herself to care. She knew she was already on thin ice with her manager for taking so many days off to see Harry preform or visit him on his breaks so it wasn’t a surprise if she got fired. She didn’t care though; she knew if she lost her job she’d be another month late on rent and end up being evicted since she couldn’t scrape together enough for last month either. This would lead to her likely having to move back home with her mother or find a hostile somewhere for women, yet she didn’t care. It seems silly that something as simple as someone commenting on her sexual skills would put her in such a state, but that’s not really the main focal point in her mind.

The thing that hurt most was knowing Harry had only been with her to get to take someone’s virginity, and she’d disappointed him so badly he talked shit about her to his friends and made plans to cheat on her. Harry had completely disrespected, objectified and crushed her, and he didn’t even know she knew but she decided he shouldn’t have to know she knew what he said for him to realize it’s wrong. He’s an adult man who knew full well how hurtful and horrid his comments were about someone he had claimed to love. He should have spoke to her if he felt that way, yet instead he played her and tossed her out like rubbish.

Harry broke her heart, one he’d known was already fragile and timid. He’d still said all those nasty things about her even after the nights he’d let her cry into her chest about how much she hated her body, how bad her self-image and confidence was, the way she felt like she was never good enough for anyone. His actions only confirmed what she’d always feared to be true.

Harry didn’t love her.

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mea-s · 4 years ago

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heyy i just saw your post about having random drabbles in your drafts and I was wondering if you wanted to share one? If you’re comfy with it ofc :) I love all your fanfics btw💕

oh sure! lol why not

Here’s some random kagehina smut I wrote a few months ago that’s been collecting dust for the past however long lmao

A/N: For context, they’re in college and they didn’t know each other in high school. This is, like, they’re first time speaking with one another, essentially, and they’re at a frat party.

The sound of the music raging beyond the bedroom walls is nothing compared to their heated breaths against each other.

Kageyama kicks the door closed with his foot as he and Hinata stumble into one of the vacant bedrooms. Their teeth awkwardly clack together and their noses bump as they press their lips harder against the other’s, trying somehow to both walk and kiss simultaneously.

Hinata exhales into Kageyama’s mouth, his hands grasping at the taller man’s back, shoulders, neck—his fingers searching for purchase.

Kageyama’s hands tug at the bottom of his shirt, and Hinata—realizing his intent—separates to let him remove the apparel. It’s gone in a matter of seconds, and Hinata blinks rapidly to clear his foggy vision, trying to get adjusted to the dark. In his drunken haze, his thoughts feel muddled, but it’s hard to tell if he feels sluggish due to his lack of sobriety or the sudden arousal thrumming in his body.

He pauses when he realizes that Kageyama has gone rigid, making the ginger cock a brow at him.

“What are you—“

“God,” Kageyama chokes out, voice low and raspy, as though this is his first time using it in months. Hinata swallows, color rising to his cheeks. “You’re beautiful.”

Hinata catches his bottom lip between his teeth, his breath getting caught in his throat.

The air between them is suddenly suffocatingly hot.

He swallows thickly and then grabs the collar of his shirt and yanks Kageyama’s face towards his own.

Their lips crash together, and through their drunken stupor, they topple back together and manage to clumsily make their way towards the bed.

They collapse, Hinata landing with a tiny umph, and Kageyama’s lips depart his as he uncoordinatedly begins to press lips all over his face. To the corner of his lips, the dive above his upper lip, the bridge of his nose, a spot underneath his right eye, his forehead—before, finally, blessing him with a kiss to the lips again.

The sound of the music pounding throughout the house seems to be the only thing that manages to ground Hinata—informing him on the fact that this is, in fact, happening. He is kissing Kageyama Tobio right now, and yes, they are both at a party, and yes, they are both drunk off their asses.

Kageyama’s hands roam his body like he isn’t too sure on what part he should give the most attention to, before, finally, his large bear-paw-like hands halt on his right pectoral. Hinata’s breath catches in his throat when a thumb finds his nipple, Kageyama’s forefinger and thumb rolling the hardening bud between them as they pull away with a wet smack of lips. Hinata whines, yearning for more attention, but his breath cuts short when Kageyama’s face dives between the crook in his neck, latching onto his clavicle to leave markings for the morning—evidence.

“F-Fuck,” Hinata gasps, hands reaching up, holding his back. God—he might just come from this alone.

It isn’t that he’s sensitive, but rather, it’s the alcohol in his system that’s dulling his tolerance and the fact that he is with the Kageyama Tobio that’s suddenly making him….

Okay, so maybe he is a bit sensitive.

But still! Christ—just Kageyama touching him alone is pure heaven. He can’t wait until he gets his fingers inside him.

“Seriously,” Kageyama says, his throat pressed to his stomach. The way it vibrates sends chills up his spine. “I can’t believe—“ a kiss above his bellybutton, leading down to his dick, “—that I am about have sex with—“ a kiss to his inner thigh, his lips latching onto the skin there, leaving a red welt to be revealed later, “—the Hinata Shouyou.”

Hinata bites back a moan. “I see you all the time around campus,” he gasps, fingers reaching into Kageyama’s dark locks. “Always thought you didn’t notice me—thought you didn’t—“ he pauses, forcing back a whine, not wanting to seem too desperate. “—Thought you didn’t care.”

Kageyama chortles, and the chuckle rolls through his entire body, into Hinata, and he shudders. “I really don’t care. But you…” he pauses, “how could I ever ignore you? You—you’re—God Hinata, you have no idea how badly I fucking wanted—no, how badly I want you.”

Hinata’s eyes flutter shut to the sound of his voice, lips pressing tightly together as he moans. It slips from his, unbidden, and he only seems to register it after it’s left him.

His eyes pop open, face flooding deeper in embarrassment as he peers down at Kageyama. The latter’s cerulean orbs stare at his ambers—captivate him—just as amusement flashes through them.

“Excited?” It sounds both as though it’s a question and a declaration.

Hinata gulps. Not trusting what sound he’d make dare he open his mouth—he just nods slowly.

“So am I,” he says. “God I’m so fucking ready for you.”

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he exhales. “Please, Kageyama—I—I need you.”

Kageyama nods like he knows all too well how desperate he is. But Hinata can’t imagine this man has any idea how many nights he’s woken up and had to thrust his own fingers into his ass to relieve the tension he feels upon just thinking about him. Hinata can’t imagine that this man has any idea how fucking badly he needs him.

“Kageyama I—“ Hinata bites his lip.

“Tobio,” Kageyama corrects. “S-Say Tobio.”

Hinata nods. “T-Tobio—“ But then his words cut off when Tobio’s hand grazes across his chest again.

This man—boy, really—may not know how badly Hinata needs him, but maybe, he can show him.

His legs wrap around Tobio’s waist, tightening around it before he lifts his hips upwards. His groin is met with the hardened bulge in Tobio’s jeans, and the contact against his own erection sends his mind spinning.

“Fuuuck,” Tobio groans against him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. “Do—Do it again.”

Hinata nods, tightening his legs even more and forcing himself to lift his hips. “Oh god,” he sobs into the open air. Tobio meets his action, gyrating his hips down for friction.

“Please—I—“ Hinata begs, “—I need you, Tobio.”

Tobio nods. “I need you—fuck—I can’t wait to feel you around me.”

Hinata gasps at the thought. “Yes,” he sighs, lowering his legs and pulling his pants down. Tobio helps, and they soon become a mess of fingers and arms and hands as Hinata tries to shimmy out of his trousers.

Tobio’s hands slide towards the smaller boy’s briefs when his jeans are down to his ankles, and the contact is enough to make a shiver ripple through his spine.

“Are you okay with—“

“Yes—“ Hinata whines. “Yes—fuck, Tobio—please—don’t make me wait.”

Tobio swallows before sticking his chin out in a jerky nod. His fingers slip past the fabric of his briefs, thumb finding his cock. His fingers wrap around the hardening length, sliding the briefs away to pump Hinata with ease, using the precum at the top of his cock as a lubricant.

The ginger boy yelps at the contact, his hips jerking into his touch as a gasp snags itself in his throat.

But then Tobio’s movements come to a slow, his hand falling away from his dick and finding his entrance beneath it.

Hinata’s world spins, every thought too loud, too much—he’s unable to focus on anything but the fingers teasing him.

“Mmn—“ he moans, head pressing back into the bedsheets. “Tobio, please.”

Tobio nods against his neck, pressing kisses along the length of his shoulder as he slowly sinks a finger past the ring of muscle. Hinata offers him an absolutely divine moan in response, his hips spazzing as the finger reaches deeper into him. Tobio is quick to add two more digits and curl them, hitting the ragged spot inside of Hinata which forces him to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from mewling.

“Damn—” Tobio murmurs. “You have no idea how much I want this.”

Hinata sobs his pleasure into the open air around them, unable to find a care in the world for the fact that the other partiers can probably hear his desperation through the walls. “Please,” he begs, the feeling of him stretching his open excruciating. “I need—inside—now.”

Tobio groans. “Fuck I—I can’t. Not yet.”

Hinata sobs incoherently. “Please Tobio,” he keens. “You have no idea how—mmn—how long I’ve waited for this.

Tobio holds his breath and that’s it—he’s gone. His fingers slide out of him, leaving Hinata clenching around nothing as he fumbles to undo his belt.

He curses when his fingers slip, wet and slippery, but he manages to slide them down from his waist. Sitting up onto his knees, he slides his pants down and grabs the condom from his back pocket before completely extracting his trousers, and Hinata gapes at his dick.

“Fuck,” he sighs. “H-How the hell do you walk around with that all day?”

Tobio goes bright red. “Stop teasing me,” he grumbles, tearing open the foil wrapper of the condom.

“Well sorry,” Hinata grunts. “But it’s not every day I see a monster come out of a man’s pants.”

Tobio sucks in a sharp breath, his grip slipping, and then the condom falls from his hands. “Dumbass,” he gasps, grabbing it from when it fell onto the comforter. He lifts his gaze, eyes narrowing as they lock with Hinata’s. “Y-You don’t just say that shit!”

Hinata purses his lips together. “Sorry,” he says, sounding genuinely remorseful. For a second, Tobio regrets chastising him so harshly.

“I just don’t know how that thing is gonna fit inside me,” he murmurs.

Tobio’s brows furrow, and then his regret is gone. “Just wait,” he sighs, sliding the condom on himself. “Soon, you won’t be asking how it’ll fit—you’ll be asking for more.”

Hinata worries his bottom lip between his teeth as he starts to kick his pants off. “Is that a threat?”

“No,” Tobio says, waiting until he’s finished to grab his wrists and pin the smaller boy down to the mattress, “a promise.”

He tilts his hips, holding his dick and positioning it at his entrance. He pushes forward, and his tip is first met with pressure, and Hinata gasps unabashedly, his fingers gripping the sheets.

“G-God, Hinata, you’re so—t-tight,” Tobio gasps, trying to push further.

“Shou—ah—Shouyou,” Hinata keens. “My—given name. Say—nghnn—it.”

“Shouyou,” Tobio utters, like a promise—like a prayer.

At that, Shouyou fists the sheets, tossing his head back as Tobio sinks further. The heat of his walls clamping down on him nearly sends him over the edge right then and there, but Tobio holds his breath and forces his hips to still, wanting this to last much longer.

“Pleaseee—” Shouyou whines, shifting his hips. Tobio gasps and leans down, placing his hands on either side of his head as he hovers above his.

“If you do that,” he groans, brows furrowing. “I won't last long.”

“You won’t last long either way,” Shouyou says, and it’s meant to be a tease, but it instead comes out shaky and desperate.

Tobio raises an intrigued brow at this in spite of Shouyou’s failed attempt at a taunt. “Is that a threat?” He asks, probably mocking him earlier.

Shouyou grins at him, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him down. Their noses knock together, their lips inches apart, and Shouyou fears Tobio might hear his beating heart from their close proximity.

“No,” the ginger gasps, voice low and so quiet, it might’ve been mistaken for the whisper of the wind had they been outside. “It’s a promise.”

Tobio tilts his head down, their lips connecting just as he plunges forward. He sinks into him—buries himself to the hilt—and Shouyou feeds him a watery moan that only heightens his libido.

“So…” Shouyou gasps, burying his face into the juncture between his shoulder and neck, “so big.”

Tobio’s arms slip around his torso, holding the boy closer to his body as he slowly pulls himself out, tantalizingly slow. Then, he pushes deeper, and Shouyou sobs against him.

His hips fall into a rhythmic pace, slow but steady, and Shouyou’s brain short circuits. His hands trail down to his back, searching for purchase and slipping underneath his shirt, grasping at the skin.

“Faster,” he gasps against his neck. “Please Tobio—this is torture.”

Maybe, under different circumstances, Tobio would have paused; waited until Shouyou became a whiny babbling mess—begging for him to continue—but he would only still his hips and watch as the smaller boy’s face contorted into a mix of both pain and pleasure. Maybe he would’ve waited until tears shone in his eyes, and when he finally did plunge back deep into his, pounding relentlessly in and out of the boy, finally answering his plea for more, he would savor Hinata’s expression as his mouth would fall open and he’d scream his name.

But alas, tonight, he is just as desperate as he is. He has been watching this boy around his college campus and on the court for months now—admired him from afar in the library for far too many evenings in a row. Tonight is the night he has dreamed about the minute he laid eyes upon this unruly mess of orange hair, and he is too fucking needy to be a tease right now.

Next time, he tells himself. Next time, I’ll give him so much more.

And that thought—that simple thought of there being another time in the future (in the near-future, hopefully) in which he’ll be able to savor each part of Shouyou and make him scream his name makes his limbs go weak.

Tobio readjusts his hips and hits that spot deep within him, making Shouyou’s back bow and mouth fall open and head fall back. He keens as his hips thrust in and out of his erratically, fast yet unsteady, his thighs trembling as though he is on the brink of orgasm.

“Fuck—yes—“ he groans, his stomach twisting and gut tightening. “You feel—nghnn—so fucking good, Shou—Shouyou.”

“Shit,” he gasps, eyes rolling to the back of his skull. “Fuck—I-I’m gonna cum,” he cries.

His back arches off the bed, hips lifting weekly to start meeting his thrusts as he climbs closer to sweet fucking release.

“Don’t stop—“ he gasps. “D-Don’t fucking stop.”

“Wouldn’t—hah—dream of it. I’m—“ Tobio swallows, “—gonna cum.”

“Fuck—yes—ohh—just like that! Right there right there—FUCK YES!” Shouyou sobs, babbling nonsensical pleasure at this point. “Keep going! Ohmygod—please don’t fucking stop—you feel so good—mmhmm—yesyesyesyes—fuck!” Shouyou cries, continuing to sob about how fucking good you feel and ohmygod I’m aboug to cum so fucking hard holy fuck you’re so big oh my god please please please—

And maybe it’s the alcohol—or maybe it’s his exhaustion—or maybe it’s the fact that he’s being fucked by the man whom he’s been yearning for since this semester started—but Shouyou swears he’s about to have the biggest fucking orgasm of his life.

“I’m cumming—“ he gasps. And then, much louder, wanting the entire fucking frat house to know, he yells; “I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck—“ Tobio gasps. “God—you’re so… fucking—perfect. Shouyou—I-I’m…” his voice trails off, white spots crowding his vision as pure ecstasy kicks in. Stuffing away all his thoughts, overriding his senses—the exhilarating moment that precedes an orgasm floods through Tobio and he loses himself to fucking Shouyou senseless.

The drunken boy sobs, his nails indenting crescents into the skin of Tobio’s back as he comes, spilling white ribbons of cum between both his and Tobio’s body. His body tremors from head to toe as his brain fails to register the cry of pleasure that tears itself from his throat as he buries his face into Tobio’s neck. White-hot heat floods his system, fills his core as his orgasm rolls through him like a wave, drowning him. It isn’t long before Tobio’s erratic thrusts come to a stuttering stop as he buries himself to the hilt and comes, spilling into his condom and groaning his release until he’s been milked completely.

They stay like that, frozen in place before Shouyou kisses the skin on his neck—pulling both him and his away from their land of bliss and grounding them back into reality. Finally, he sinks down into the comforter, boneless, and Tobio pulls out. Being emptied so abruptly leaves him shivering, and as Tobio pulls the condom off his cock and ties it off, a tired laugh escapes the exhausted boy.

“Wow,” is all he says.

Tobio nods slowly, leaning across the bed and tossing the condom into the trash can across the room. “Wow, indeed.”

“We… really did that,” he says. “Holy fuck. We actually did it.”

Tobio collapses on the bed beside his. “We did.”

Shouyou turns to him, and with the heat and pressure and moaning gone, he’s able to savor each piece of him. He smiles at his face, scooting closer to him to press his lips to his sweaty forehead.

“We should probably apologize to the house owner for having sex in their bed,” he says.

Tobio shrugs. “It’s a frat house—this is expected.”

Shouyou sighs. “But… still.”

“Does it concern you that much?”

Shouyou gapes at him, mock aghast. “Of course it does! I actually care about other people, unlike you—Bakageyama.”

Tobio narrows his eyes at him. “Hinata boke,” he mutters before snaking his arms around the smaller boy's waist and shoving his body into his, ignoring the indignant squawk of surprise he receives from Shouyou. “Fine, we’ll apologize.”

“Right now?” The ginger asks, voice muffled from having his face smothered into Tobio’s chest.

“Later,” Tobio murmurs. “Let’s just stay like this for now.”

And maybe, being like this is too much. Because they just had sex, and they are both sweaty and hot messes, and Shouyou could probably use a shower—but since he is with Tobio, it isn’t that much.

“M‘kay,” he says, only because he is madly captivated by this man. “Later, then.” he snuggles up impossibly closer to him, resting his head on his chest as they let their exhaustion from the sex and the weariness from the alcohol sweep them away into a peaceful realm of post-orgasmic, hypnagogic bliss.

#my writing #haikyuu!!#kagehina #gay smut #hq smut #kagehina smut #fanfic #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #thank you anon #anon ask #lovely anon #anonymous

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fandom-imagination-ss · 4 years ago

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Imagine: Fighting with your boss Sam

Authors note: ONE DAY I WILL PROOF READ .. TODAY IS NOT THAT DAY XD SORRY strange langue in the imagine sorry

9/10 times working At the bar it wasn’t bad. Sure the drunks were annoying. But after the third day at your job. You realized Sam did Not mind if you pouched a guy for being too touchy. And lately it was getting entertaining Seeing Sookie start courting a vampire. You were one of the few people who knew about her abilities. And when your cleaning up. You always had a song playing in your head. Which Sookie appreciated whenever she was stressed she knew your thoughts were always on music. It was your way too block out the idiots.

Today however your thoughts were on Sam. Everyone who had eyes Knew he was in love with Sookie, however last night the bar was closed so everyone could attend a lectures about the civil war.you skipped it. Once hearing Sam finally got enough courage too ask Sookie out. You couldn’t handle watching them. So you skipped it. Then when you got too work today. Sam was in a awful Mood!

Going too the kitchen sneaking in too get a Sunday. Was it on the menu No? Did Sam Hate when you made Sundays at work? Yes. But Big John loved making them. Especially when it was blistering hot. Sam was in his office missable as you ate your Sunday. The place was dead quite as Arlene explained the awful date Sam and Sookie had. Apparently the entire Staff knew about it. Sookie told Tara, Jason over heard and he told Rene and Hoyt. And Arlene over heard and told Everyone.

“GET BACK TOO WORK!” Sam Bellowed at everyone. You bolted back too the front of the bar too clean tables. Later on your shift you walked into the back too your purse too check your phone when Sam cursed out at the desk. Throwing his pen against the wall.you jumped as he snapped, “what you looking at huh? What the fuck you doing back here?”

Sam Never Once ever raised his voice at you.so when he snapped at you. You were stunned.

“I came too get my purse- I’m on break I wanted too check my hone’” he rubbed his face Turning away as you stayed still not moving as he grumbled too keep it moving.

“Hey!”

He stared at you startled at your harsh voice. You stood your ground too your boss. Which surprised everyone in the bar they all heard your fight. It wasn’t common for you too scream espically too Sam.

“Just because you had a Shitty Date doesn’t mean you can treat people like shit! Especially Me!I will Not tolerate you being a Dick too Me Sam Marolette! I didn’t do anything too cause your Shit ass move so I expect you too treat me with dignity and respect that I deserve! You Dick whip idiot boy!”

He was speechless as you turned fully around and headed out of the office. Siting in the bar. Arlene handed you a shot as you gladly too it.

“girl you got balls.”

“he doesn’t get too be snippy at Me! I didn’t break his heart he should leave his bad mood for Sookie.”

She agreed. When your shift was over Sam involved you. Stunned still at your tempter. You got your bag seeing Sookie coming in as you wished her Luck. Seeing bill Compton was in the Bar you walked too his booth sitting down as you had a notebook of questions you may not of wanted too watch Sam’s date last night but you were looking forward too the speech and after talking too Sookie who convinced Bill too come in tonight so he can answer your question. You were a history Major. And Civil war was your favorite topic. Probably because you lived in the south. But you also loved the Revolution and you have spent Many hours reading about different theories and strategies fo war. So having a living member.. well sort of alive. About the civil war. You had a entire Note book.

You barely sat down when Sam walked over. “Are you done your shift Y/N?” You nodded your head as you looked up at your boss, “yea I’m off the clock.I’m about too ask Mr. Compton some questions since I didn’t get too go too the speeches last night.”

Sam stayed staring at you as you turned too Mr. Compton as you shifted in the booth as Sam sat down taking your spot. Bill was quite and staring at Sam as you opened your note book for the first question.

“Did you think the war was going too be a quick easy thing. And do you regret the side you were on?”

Bill turned his attention from Sam too you as he answered .you wrote it down as you kept asking random questions some were common questions Bill heard last night then others were completely Random. “Do you miss corsets?” He chuckled at that one saying no that he liked how liberal women are now. Sam was distant and quite the entire time. As you looked at Bill. Minus being a vampire he didn’t seem that frightening maybe that was the trick.when you finished your questionnaire you spoke, “favorite president?” Bill chuckled saying that was now a tough question as you smiled saying he could think it over. As you smiled thanking him as you looked at Sam. Pushing him. He got up quickly as you said Night and walked out.

“Wait up Y/N”

Turning around seeing Sam chasing after you he breathed deeply, “I’m sorry. How I treated you earlier. I’m.. it was a shitty night yesterday..”

“I heard.. I’m sorry your date was a dumpster fire.” He smiled weakly thanking you as you stared at him.

“hopefully that means you realized.. you deserve better.”

He was stunned as you held your purse tightly looking at him. “I never seen Sookie react too anyone like she does too Mr. Compton.. you deserve someone who lights up like she does. When He enters the room.”

He sighed heavily as I spoke, “and if you weren’t Too stubborn and stuck on Sookie you would of noticed me.”

You turned and left leaving him with that massive bomb of information too Him. As you went home

#True blood #true blood imagine #sam merlotte #Sam merlotte imagine #fandom imagine #imagine

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shunsuiken · 5 years ago

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fluffy scenarios of kita, akaashi, and iwaizumi staying up with their fem s/o because she's studying for a big exam please & thank you

im serious when i tell u i couldnt stop smiling when i wrote this, thanks for requesting anon <3

kita, akaashi and iwaizumi staying up with their fem s/o because she’s studying for an exam.

—kita shinsuke.

kita is 100% the type of person who has a consistent sleeping schedule

like bitch will sleep at 10pm and wake up at 5am bright and early and fucking gorgeous

you’ll never catch this guy slippin’ (the inarizaki vbc will upvote this statement)

the latest he’ll stay up is midnight which means that hes going to take more of the afternoon and evening to study

you’ll be studying with him in his room and kita will make sure the surroundings are peaceful enough for you to study effectively

he never hesitates to help you with some topics you don’t understand for the classes you both take

sometimes gives you studying tips that are really helpful

you check the time just to see how far you’ve come- its almost 10pm

youre worried about kita because bby has to sleep and you don’t want him to stay up for you !!

“kita?? kita where’d you go?” you’ll call out, thinking he’s already getting ready to head to bed

but you find him in the kitchen and you smell... noodles??? you watch him pour them into two separate bowls huh?

“i know you’ll be staying up late so have some noodles to regain energy.” he’ll carefully glide the bowl over to your side of the table, his black-dyed hair tips were still damp from taking a shower earlier

oof sis were u that focused on ur work that you didn’t realise he went down to cook you sth??

you have your notes in your hands, walking over to the table and sitting down “you’re not heading to bed yet? you don’t have to wait for me yknow.”

he turns the stove off, bringing his bowl of noodles to the table. “don’t you still have a few topics to cover? let’s continue.”

your face goes :O but your heart goes 💓💓💓

unbeknownst to himself, he’ll casually play with your feet under the table while he asks you questions to answer omg :( hes so cute tf

youre basically having a midnight study date with him

he’ll also compliment you when he feels like you’re running out of energy because he knows it gives you energy boosts :”)))

—akaashi keiji.

i firmly believe that this bby is a master at all nighters and does them when necessary

so when 9pm or 10pm hits, you both are in the kitchen making coffee because you know you still have much more to study

you love watching keiji make coffee like sometimes you stop stirring your own just to watch him and when he notices hes like “😳😳 what”

and you just shrug “you’re cute”

i guess keiji’s not used to your random compliment bursts so he just //blushes//

and then u give him a kith because his cute face deserves it

youre also wearing his sweater because he has an abundance of them in his closet and you totally raid it every few days

you guys head back to his room and begin studying again

the night is tranquil and the house is silent, it truly feels so serene when you put aside the thought of your final exams

then you remind yourself of the reality and it feels like shit all over again

akaashi obviously senses your distress so he put a hand on your outstretched leg. the warmth plays with your cool skin, relaxing your nerves a tad bit

it was the little things he did that made u feel better and maybe if you squint a little harder, you’ll know he’s telling you “i love you”

akaashi’s gonna be finished with his coffee within five minutes LMAO hes a fast sipper

youre wondering how hes able to pull this off every few months but i guess everyone has their own secret super power no?

at some point you find yourself dozing off at 1.30

“you ready for tomorrow?” “absolutely not” pfft. akaashi’s gonna think. he’ll drag your ass to his bed so you can sleep properly and avoid straining a muscle

“get rest, love, you should at least be awake for the exam.” is the last thing hear before you fall asleep on his comfy sheets

—iwaizumi hajime.

lots of chaos in the beginning and thats because you two made a stupid joke about godzilla and now you can’t stop laughing like a dumbass every time you look at iwa

“y/n look at me-” “PFFFTTT” its literally the middle of the night and youve probably awoken the dead 🤷🏻‍♀️ no biggie tho

lowkey makes it easier for you to study because you’re awake awake yknow?

iwa defs likes to take care of you. he’ll pass you a drink to sip on whenever it looks like youre about to lose concentration and asks you from time to time if you feel like youve studied enough

WILL GIVE YOU A MASSAGE but you tell him no because that’ll only make you sleepier

asks you questions about your exam material. he sometimes gets confused by the question because he doesn’t take that class

he actually finds it cute when you have to shut your eyes to think of the answer and when you open them, hes staring at you fondly

its like “😳 is there something on my face you porcupine”

DID I JUST CALL IWA A PORCUPINE

this will lead you two into tickle fights and iwa convinced (not really) you that you should have regular tickle fights because ENERGY and BRAIN AWAKE 👍🏼

“call me a porcupine one mo-” ok this is cute because he tickles a spot that is super ticklish for you and you look- omg- you look so adorable all smiley

back to the studying part haha oh no youre starting to get sleepy

but you don’t wanna sleep yet!! you barely covered enough but iwa’s been watching u study and hes pretty sure you’ve covered the entire book since you started earlier this morning

idk i just feel like it would be nice if you laid flat on his lap and he just asks you questions and you try to answer them

his touch is just very nice and makes you feel safe yknow :)

you end up dozing off most of the time but you do try your very best to stay awake pls stop ur making iwa combust

after fifteen minutes of questions, you’ll surrender, exhausted

“tired?” you’ll hum in agreement and he’ll flip you over just to carry you into bed, tucking you in

#haikyuu!!#kita shinsuke #akaashi keiji #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu scenarios #hq scenarios #hq imagines #hq fluff #haikyuu

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starshipsofstarlord · 5 years ago

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Hard Lives - Jason Todd x Reader

It was unfair. The whole team seemed to hold a grudge against Jason, for what reason you did not know. He was cocky and arrogant, but he was harmless, to the team at least. He needed more experience, or so Bruce said, but he wasn’t being given it. Dick wanted him and the rest of you teenagers to stay in the Titans base. But it was clear Jason didn’t want to.

You didn’t either, but you were obeying the adults to the best of your ability. If they wanted you to remain put, it was in your best interest to do so.

From the way they treated him he became distant, retreating into his own quarters and limiting his socialisation to talking to Gar.

Jason liked to train. He wanted to be the best Robin he could. You envied his skill, and here you currently were, watching him take out his frustrations in a stick battle with the green haired boy.

Bruce's adoptee appeared to be winning, throwing his stick to the back of Gar's legs so that he fell onto the mat. The vigilante smirked, offering the closest person he had to a friend a hand up.

Gar accepted, shaking it before coming towards the exit, where you were stationed.

"He's not that bad." He told you, suspicious of your hovering.

Perhaps he thought you wrote examining the flaws in Robin's agility, or noticing how he was almost too cocky and confident with his physical ability. But you weren't. If anything, you'd consider what you were doing as admiring.

"I'm not judging tiger." You smirked at the blush that crept upon the meta human's face, watching as he bowed his head and fled to the hallway.

You enjoyed having that affect upon people. You had learnt a lot from those who had raised you. Your mothers as they were known.

Green eyes darted to you. Jason had spotted you. "Don't you have a circus to run or some plants to grow?"

His voice hunted his irritance. He knew that you had been raised by Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, and he happened to hold it against you.

"Don't you have some blue eggs to squeeze out?" You retorted, coming away from the doorway and walking slowly towards Jason Todd.

"Funny." He simply remarked, not moving as you adventure closer. "What is the reason I am graced with your hilarious presence?"

The stick was still grasped in his left hand, since he had swapped it from his right when aiding Gar to his feet.

"Is it so hard to believe that I'm not here to taunt you or put you down like the others do?"

Hank was a criminal for it. He would purposely anger Jason, often ending in both a verbal and physical fight. You'd have thought that Hank, a grown man, would have more maturity than pick on a kid but apparently not.

Rachel made her occasional comments, whether that be away from his ears or not. Even if they were, Jason was well aware that she had a problem with him, even if it wasnt personal.

Kori never really had an opinion of him whatsoever. She had her own problems and it was visible that he was appreciative that she didn't consider him one of them.

Dawn kept her distance, but still stopped Hank from getting too into bullying the teenager. She was mature, not stupid. She was well aware of what Jason was capable of.

Dick always put him down. Telling him he could do and be better. It may have had the intention of being encouragement but it didn't work that way. It made his life even harder, reminding him that he wasn't the only Robin. Maybe he didn't want to be a copy of the Robin that Dick was. Just maybe he wanted to be his own version.

"Yes." He answered, tightening his grip whilst looking you in the eye the same way an enemy would.

It was stupid this whole ordeal was. Harley and Ivy stole you when you were a child from what you assumed to be a loving mother and hard working father. Yet Jason treated you as if it was your fault that you landed in their custody.

The others were nicer about the situation, possibly because you had distanced yourself from those villainous figures, and you were obedient. The same couldn't be said for Jason. He hated all of the rules that were set.

It was fine for him beforehand, when he had the full run of Wayne Manor. He could do whatever he wanted. But this was a base, a training facility that sheltered you all until you were ready to take on the real action.

"For all the time we have been here, I don't recall once doing such a thing." You smiled at him, but he only grimaced at the expression you put on your face. "Tell me if you do, refresh my memory if it's mistaken."

Jason couldn't hell himself, his eyes were trained to roll whenever you tried to be a smart ass. "Is it just a game to you? Why do you pretend to be so nice to me?"

It came blurting out of his mouth and he realised after. He had never voiced such a thing before.

"I don't pretend Jason." You told him, crossing your arms and looking down. "I've heard how hard your life was before Bruce, and I thought I'd cut you some slack. God knows that you need it."

He locked his lips nervously. He usually tried to present himself as proud and cocky, but it seemed that you had set off that switch in him.

"Do you maybe want to get out of here?" For all he knew, you would shove the offer back in his face or laugh at him for actually believing that you were joking all along. But you didn't. Instead you sent him a warm smile, one that you were clearly containing.

"And where do you have in mind?" You asked, knowing that you could trust him. You were a part of the same team, of course you could. If you couldn't have faith in one another, you couldn't have it in yourself.

...

Dick stopped Dawn when he saw her. This place, the past that came with it was a lot for them all to take in. But this was Titans Tower, a home for those who could do good with the bad in them.

"Have you seen Jason and (Y/N)?" Dawn wasnt the first person he had asked. He had yet to go around the rest of the tower, Gar had told him he saw you enter the training room just as he was leaving, but it was now empty.

"Maybe you should check the roof." She informed him. It wasnt meant to bring up their history, but when Dawn and Dick had been together, that had been their spot.

The sky was calming, even if it was under the influence of a storm. It was away from the world, and that was something they needed when being a hero.

He nodded at her, clambering up to where the roof was. And then he saw something he had never expected when he laid his feet on the very top surface.

You and Jason. It was a warm day, and the two of you barely noticed. The pair of you were curled into one another, with your eyes shut and your breathing calm.

This was how he wanted to see the two of you. Acting like teenagers instead of vigilantes in training.

The two of you had had such hard lives you deserved a break, and that was clearly what the two of you were having. Except you were sharing the time, seeing each other in a vulnerable state.

It made Dick feel old. He wasn't that old, but still, you kids were all growing up under their care, finding yourselves and each other.

...

You and Jason entered the dining space, together. Donna raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Dick smirked at the Robin replacement, noticing how the boy kept stealing glances at you.

"I think you got a little burnt on the roof." Hank laughed at mostly Jason, which made him lower his head and shrink back into himself once again.

"He can't get burnt if he's already smoking hot." You defended him, leaning Hawk and everyone else at the table speechless.

Gar tried to stifle his laugh, but failed. For once he was happy to see you making someone other than him flustered.

And Jason was clearly flustered. His cheeks were glowing coral, and it wasn't due to the sun's beaming rays.

"You don't actually have a thing for him, do you?" Rachel attempted to joke, twirling her fork in her dominant hand.

"So what if I do?" You challenged her. The two of you got along, but you didn't appreciate anyone picking on Jason. It wasnt fair, they weren't even giving him a chance. "Perhaps you'd understand why if you stopped treating him like the shit on the bottom of your shoe."

"(Y/N)." Dick scolded you for your language but you ignored him.

You had let everyone's behaviour towards Jason slide for far too long. Today was the end of it, you'd ensure that. "No." You said to him. "None of you have even given him a chance, except for a few of us. You all look down at him or think of him as some rich spoilt boy. Maybe if you got to know him, or paid the littlest attention to detail, you would see how uncomfortable you all make him. He's human, like most of us in this room. He's done nothing but try and save our asses or follow Bruce's orders yet you still disregard him as the public does to us. Perhaps if you weren't such hypocrites, then you'd see the affect you are having on a teenage boy! "

There was nothing more you had to say, so you left, without eating or looking at Jason once more.

Dick tried to call you back, but instead you went to your room, where you hoped no one would bother you.

....

A fist lightly tapped your door. "I swear to god if it's you Rachel, I will got to the kitchen on a personal vendetta and grab that fork you were using and stab it into that stupid gem on your forehead."

But when you opened it you weren't met with Rachel. It was Jason.

"I hope you're not gonna stab me in the forehead." He sheepishly smiled, and you could only do the same. It was nice to hear him cracking the littlest of jokes.

You widened the entrance of your room, opening it so that he could enter. After he did, you shut it.

"Are you okay?" You were concerned. You knew the opinions of everyone in that room took a toll on him.

"I am after your explosive rant." He grabbed your hand. And then he frowned. "You must be hungry." He concluded.

"I'm fine." You assured him.

"Well we could always go out onto the streets and find some random food cart that serves overly expensive hot dogs." Jason still hadn't let go of your hand, and you didn't mind.

You let him see the warm smile again. "I'd like that." And you did.

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astxroiid · 5 years ago

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A Teaching Moment

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Word Count: 1,694

Warnings: Swearing, that’s it I think...

Summary: Neville finds you having trouble with his favorite subject. He helps you figure spen things out and you, in turn, help him with his worst subject. Things might get a little hectic when the spell goes slightly wrong.

Author’s Note: I hope you guys like this! I wrote it way faster than I’ve ever written anything! Also, coming up with a title for this was a pain in the ass.

Masterlist // Read Before Requesting

(gif not mine)

You’re deep in thought when the door to the greenhouse opens and a tall, awkward boy steps in. He’s slightly surprised to see anyone in here, usually no one cares enough about Herbology or plants in general to stay longer than Professor Sprout makes them.

He clears his throat. “Hey, Y/N, what’re you doing here?”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice.

“Jesus, Neville,” you place a hand over your heart. “You scared the shit out of me!” You laugh.

“I’m in here because I’m trying to figure out the difference between these damned plants. They look so similar and labeling the different parts is impossible… hey, you’re great with plants! Could you help me?”

He looks shocked that you’d actually want his help, but moves forward to help you nonetheless.

“Sure! I’d love to.”

He walks over you where you’re sitting and stands behind you while looking at the plants and your notes.

“Oh! This is easy! You’re just telling the difference between a Madrake and a Bobotuber and then label their parts?”

“Yes,” you nod and look down, feeling a little dumb that it’s apparently so easy.

“I- I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just- plant type things come easy to me. I’m sure there’s something your really good at that I can’t understand. Like charms...” he mumbles the last part.

You look up at him. “I actually am pretty good at charms. If you need help with one of the spells I could help you? As sort of a pay back for you helping me!” You’re excited.

He smiles at you and nods. “I do need help with the Accio charm for Professor Flitwick’s test next Friday.”

“Oh, I’ve got that down pat! I can totally help you with that!”

“Thank you,” his smile is wholesome and makes your stomach flutter with butterflies in a way you’ve never felt before.

“You’re welcome! Anyway, the only part I can get right it the Anthers on both, but that’s because they’re identical,” you turn around to the table you’re working at, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

Neville leans over you, placing a hand beside you on the countertop. Half-trapping you on one side.

Your face heats at the close proximity to him. You try your best to focus on the task at hand.

—

“Ok so this is the Bobotuber... and this is the Mandrake?” You ask after a few minutes of Neville helping you.

“Yes! You got it! Okay which one has the green spots?”

“Uh, the Mandrake?” You turn your head to look at his face.

“No, it’s actually the Bobotuber. You see, here,” he points at your notes with the hand not propped on the counter - now trapping you in between him and the table top. Not that you mind.

Actually it’s the opposite of minding for you. Your face heats up once again and you try so hard to focus on the plants but start to fail.

“The Mandrake has little leaves and flower petals, but here,” he moves his hand and has you in almost a hug, making it near impossible for you to pay attention. “The Bobotuber looks like a cactus.”

“Oh, yeah. I think I get it now. So, Mandrake has flowers - Bobotuber has green dots?” You ask, looking at him and hoping he doesn’t notice your red cheeks.

“Yes! You’re really getting there! You’ll have this in no time,” he smiles and your heart melts into nothing.

—

After you seem to know all about both plants - and they’re uses - Neville decides that you’ve got it. He seems so genuinely delighted that you understand this - that it makes you even more happy that you’ve made him happy.

He looks down at his watch and gasps. “It’s supper time! We need to go!” He helps you grab your books as you head to the Great Hall.

You sit together and talk about random things, getting to know each other a little bit more.

You decide that you’ll teach him the Accio charm tomorrow after breakfast since it’ll be Sunday and you’ll have all day again to practice.

He walks you back to the Gryffindor common room and says goodnight, blushing and being adorable the whole time.

You wake up and get ready for your little ‘study-date’ with Neville as Hermione and Lavander had called it last night when you told them.

You decided to go more casual in your outfit but add a little accessorizing that you think Neville will definitely appreciate - hopefully love.

You wear a pair of black skinny jeans with a light, pastel pink shirt. Some regular tennis shoes and a headband with faux flowers pasted all over it.

You admire yourself in the mirror in your bedroom before leaving.

When you make it to breakfast, you see Neville has saved a seat for you beside him. You smile at the small gesture and sit by him.

“Morning, Y/N. How’s you sleep?” He smiles back and takes a bite of his bacon.

“Good morning, Nev. I slept well, thank you,” You take a sip of the orange juice infront of you. He don’t notice the pink that creeps up Neville’s neck and cheeks at the name you call him.

“How about you? How’d you sleep?”

“Not that good, actually. Ron was snoring.”

You give him a sympathetic look while buttering a piece of toast.

“Then he had another nightmare about giant spiders chasing him, so he woke up screaming,” he frowns into his coffe as you giggle.

“Giant spiders?”

“Yeah,” he laughs as well. “It’s so specific a dream, I wonder what that means for him.”

You eat your breakfast and continue talking comfortably.

—

Once you’ve both eaten, you head out to a more secluded area on outside in the castle grounds. Since Neville usually prefers to be alone, he knows exactly where to take you.

It’s this little open patch on the edge of the woods next to the Great Lake. It’s beautiful and the small spring breeze helps enhance the feelings of peace.

“How’d you know about this spot?” You ask, looking around while he watches you with adoration on his eyes.

“This one time in fourth year, when Harry wasn’t speaking to Ron, he asked me to come walk with. I believe that he just wanted to get away and walked in some reandom direction until we made it here,” he explained while setting his bag down against a tree.

“I remember that,” you say thoughtfully. “Not you two finding this place, but the Great Harry-Ron Fight of Fourth Year,” you laugh.

He laughs along with you as you pull out a blanket form your bag and flatten it out on the ground.

“What’s up with that?” He inquired.

“Well, we aren’t going to be practicing this spell all day, are we?” You smile at him. “I was thinking at some point, instead of having lunch indoors, we could have a sort of picnic? I got food and everything.”

“So that’s where you went before we came out here?”

“Yes,” you say proudly.

—

Helping Neville with this charm was a task. He seemed to keep getting distracted. And you kept telling him to focus while he said the incantation, but right before he said it - he’d look at you and then the spell wouldn’t work.

“Accio!” Neville shouts. He’s obviously not focused enough, because all the box that you’d set up did was shake.

You sigh lightly. “Ok, here,” you walk over to him and place yourself against his side, grabbing his hand that’s curved wrong the wand.

He blushes at the contact but you don’t notice. You adjust his hand and make sure he’s pointing it right. Then, you place a hand on his back and he other on his chest.

He looks down, surprised. You guide his body to stand straight. “There. Now, when you say the incantation, make sure your focusing on what you want.”

He nods and you walk the short distance to stand beside the box again. You’d made sure it was just infront of him so it wouldn’t be so far of a travel. “Ok, now.”

He takes a deep breath and focuses on what he wants. “Accio!”

You fly forward so fast you don’t have time to register what’s happened. You crash into Neville’s chest, knocking him over as well.

You land on his chest, looking up at him, confused. Then you look back at where you came flying from.

Turns out, Neville Accio-ed a branch on the tree behind you that sent you forward when it detached.

He’s frozen in fear. Terrified that he hurt you somehow. You look back to him and laugh, getting him to laugh as well.

You place your hand on his chest, still giggling. “Well, I think you did it!” You smile. He returns the gesture.

You’re now hyper-aware of the position you’re in. Lauing on top of Neville with your hands on his chest and your legs straddling his hips.

Both your faces heat up. You go to get up but slip and land back on him. Hands on either side of his face.

You laugh again but stop short when your eyes wander to his lips. They look so soft and pink and you can’t help but lean down and kiss him.

It takes him a moment to realize what’s happening and there was a split second of fear that you’d messed up.

All of those fears wash away and you know you’ve most definitely not messed up when he kisses you back.

It feels amazing, kissing Neville Longbottom. He tastes of strawberries and coffee and anything you could ever want.

To him, you taste like mint and chocolates and it feels like heaven kissing you after all these years of bottled emotions.

A moment of bliss consumes you both and the world melts away and nothing matters but the two of you.

You pull away to breathe and grin wide at him. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he says breathlessly.

“Me too.”

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two slow dancers | p.p

chapter 1: last ones out

summary: y/n stark has always hated peter parker but her hate is taken to a new level when she finds out he's the soul heir to her dad's legacy. sadly, its up to these two angsty teenagers to protect the world and they cant do that if they're fighting all the time.

y/n beats peter's ass and he likes it

enemies to lovers, slow burn

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

WARNINGS: mention of death, y/n is annoying so that's a warning...

(NOT MY GIF)

You couldn’t place the moment when you first realized syou hated Peter Parker.

Maybe it was when you saw your dad being more tender with him than he ever had been with you in your entire life. Maybe it was when he got invited on his first mission even though he had only been training for three months. Or maybe it was the way everyone seemed to like him, without him even having to try. Whenever it was, didn’t matter, because all you felt for him right now was unadulterated rage.

The Avengers was your dad’s team to lead. It was your dad’s idea in the first place and now he was the sole heir to everything concerning it. And now, as you sat across from your dad’s lawyer in his large Upper East Side office with Pepper lightly squeezing your hand, you couldn’t contain your rage. “What the fuck do you mean “it belongs to Peter Parker”?”

“Language,” Pepper sighed from her seat.

“It means any business regarding the Avengers and money set aside for them, belongs to Peter Parker.” Legal started. “This include the compound, the technology inside of it, and the rights to anything Mr. Stark was working on before his unfortunate passing.” He picked a piece of lint from the sleeve from his shirt and leaned back in his comically large chair, only infuriating you more.

“Isn’t he like a toddler? How is it legal to even give him that much money or power?” You snarled, ripping your hand from Pepper’s to throw up in the air. You knew you got worked up way too quickly, and you were aware how silly you looked flailing your arms around in anger, but sometimes you couldn’t contain yourself. Your dad’s legacy was being handed to an overgrown pre-teen who cuts his own hair and you couldn’t do anything about it. You might have been next in line to be the CEO of Stark Industries, but the Avengers always had a soft spot in your heart and now that was being ripped away from you from none other than Peter Parker.

The first time you met him you were glassy-eyed and naive and wanted nothing more than your dad’s acceptance, so you tried. You tried hard to like him and to not clench your fists every-time he got a pat on the back from your father. You tried to laugh at his corny jokes and boyish charm and not feel the urge to rip his eyes from his sockets every time you caught your dad looking at him a little too lovingly. You tried hard not to curse him for the fact that you weren’t a boy or that you were never quite enough for your dad, but you couldn’t. Every time you saw him you saw everything you weren’t and it took just too much effort to pretend that it didn’t bother you.

So you did everything in your power to avoid him. You trained on days you knew he had robotics, ducked behind counters, and ran into random rooms whenever you heard his voice, just so you didn’t have to be an absolute asshole to him, but it never worked out quite that well. Whenever you heard his sweet innocent voice mumble a “Thank you, Mr. Stark.” you couldn’t help but reveal yourself just to mock him, or poke fun at how starry-eyed he looked when he was admiring your father. You and him were a recipe for disaster and it upset your dad, so you couldn’t help but try for his sake but he wasn’t here and you had just one more reason than ever to let out your rage against Peter Parker.

“You’re right, however, the minute he turns eighteen, it’s all his.” Legal leaned forward, folding his hands in front of him on his desk, a look of almost pity on his face and you could tell he was trying to make you feel better. “Your dad wrote it in his will, so it’s legally Mr. Parker’s, but if Mr. Parker wanted to hand it over to you when he turned eighteen, then it could be all yours. For now, the team will be led by no other than Steve Rogers and on the day of Mr. Parker’s eighteenth birthday, we will meet in order to hand it off to him.”

You could feel your eyes swelling and your chest getting heavier as you sat there and listened to his words but you stayed glued to your seat. You never thought it would come to this, you sitting in some lawyers office on the verge of tears while your inheritance was being handed off to some pretty boy from Queens. You’ve had your moments with your dad before where you felt like just punching him straight in the face, but this was different. You wanted to hate him but he was dead and that would do no one any good. And more than anything, you wished he was here, so you could yell at him or attempt to hurt him in any way but he wasn’t, and you couldn’t, and just the thought of it made you feel more guilty than you ever imagined. Your dad had sacrificed his life for the entirety of the world and you were sat here upset about his will and you never felt more like a spoiled brat in your life.

But this wasn’t about money. This was about the fact that if you wanted to stay in touch with the Avengers or go on missions, you would have to do so through Peter. This was your dad’s sick way of linking you to Peter for the rest of your life and you hated it. Peter wasn’t family, he was barely a friend and now your dad’s legacy rested in his lanky, fragile hands. The worst part was that you knew Peter didn’t deserve it. He hadn’t lived long enough to disappoint your dad or see the face he makes when you really upset him, or endure the insane amount of pressure that was put on you the minute you turned ten. He didn’t have to deal with half the shit that came with being a Stark and yet a huge part of that legacy was given to him with not even half the work done on his part.

What hurts the most is your dad not even trusting you enough to lead the Avengers. If you had any suspicion that he didn’t believe in you before, they were all confirmed now and you could feel it chipping away at your self-esteem. There was something about Tony Stark that made you want him to love you. Maybe it was his unearned confidence, or how he practically moved through every room like he was the one who owned it (in most cases he was), but whatever the reason, you weren’t immune to it. You wanted him to love you as much as he loved his suit, or the Avengers, or Peter, really anything he took his time with, but he didn’t. You didn’t get the loving side of Tony Stark, you got the cold, unforgiving, and expecting side of Tony Stark and it killed you. Everytime you got knocked down in a fight or a bad grade on your test it killed you knowing you would have to defend yourself to your dad. Yet here you were again, defending yourself to him from beyond the grave.

You inhaled a shaky breath, standing up quickly and grabbing your bag that was loosely thrown over the side of the chair. “Thank you, Legal. If I have any more questions, I guess I’ll contact you.” You tried to make your voice sound as firm as possible, but you knew you didn’t have the confidence you came in there with, so all you did was turn on your heel and make a beeline for the exit, hoping Pepper would get the hint and follow.

You practically fell into the hallway but quickly gathered yourself as you began to stare up at the glimmering ceiling. Legal’s hallway was beautiful and littered with ivory columns and paintings that looked like Van Gough painted them himself. If you stare long enough at one you could see the places where the paint gathered together at one spot and didn’t quite blend in with the other colors or where little parts of the paintbrush hair got lost in the painting. They were beautiful and raw and for a moment took you out of whatever episode you were having. Your hand reached out to touch one, slowly and unsure, before a voice broke you out of your trance. “Y/N,” Pepper put a soft hand on your shoulder. “you ready?”

You nodded gently, both of your heels clicking on the marble floor as you left the building as your heart sat firmly in your throat. What you liked about Pepper was that she didn’t ask questions. She didn’t ask about your biological mom, she didn’t ask how you felt about your dad’s passing, and she didn’t ask you how you were feeling at the moment. She knew. She knew how you felt about most things and did her best to be there for you in ways she knew you would receive well. She invited you to watch a movie with her every night and would buy you your favorite candy if she knew you were feeling particularly worse that day. She allowed you to sit close to her and share the fluffy blanket that you both adored so much, and just recently you two started watching Gilmore Girls together. But what you liked most about Pepper is that she stood up for you in a way a mom would. She would kiss your cuts and bruises after a particularly long fight and scold Tony for yelling at you in the way that he did. She would sit by you when you cried, not saying a word or touching you too much because she knew you didn’t like that all that much. She made your lunch and bought cooking classes for the two of you so you could make dinner together. Overall, Pepper was perfect and she was always there for you in the way she was now.

That night Morgan came waddling into your room with her stuffed pig in her little arms and you couldn’t help but smile. She reached out for you with her free arm and you helped her into your bed, cuddling up to her and pushing wet strands of hair from her face. She was entirely too young to have to go through what she went through, but you were happy that her last memories of your dad were good ones. You might not have been around to see the way your dad was with Morgan, but Pepper told you all about it and got teary-eyed every time. You also couldn’t bring yourself to be jealous of the love she received from your father because she was truly every good thing about him in the tiniest body. You may have both lost him, but you both gained a new pathway towards him and that was probably why she was in your bed every night. Sometimes you wonder if she’s sleeping with you to make you feel better or if you’re sleeping with her to make her feel better. Regardless, every night you and her share your king bed and somehow still end up tangled in each other.

The one and only thing, however, that annoyed you about Morgan, was her undying love for Peter. Since you came back, she wouldn’t stop asking for him, and that was after meeting him one time. At breakfast it would be “Where’s Peter?” and at dinner it would be “Is Peter joining us?” and the answer would always be, “He’s not coming, Morgan, stop.” Which she would reply to with a pout or just a loud cry and it was getting on your nerves. It was yet another Stark that Peter had won over and you were absolutely on the verge of losing it, and the last person you wanted to snap at, was your little sister who still believed everyone was good. She still had a good and innocent heart and you owe that to the version of your dad she got, and you couldn’t help but think that if maybe you got that version, you wouldn’t be as messed up as you are.

Tonight, however, she was extremely cuddly and you wondered if she could tell that you had a bad day. As Tangled played in the background, you could sense her giant eyes looking up at you, so you turned to look at her and she gave you a soft smile that told you that everything was alright. So you placed a gentle kiss on her nose and avoided her giggles as you pulled her closer to your side.

“I don’t like you sad,” She mumbled, her little breath getting more faint as she grew tired. “Daddy didn’t like you sad either, he said he was sorry.” She never talked about your father and you assumed it was because the wound was still fresh but now she was telling you that your dad felt some type of remorse and you didn’t know how you felt about that. So you pushed her hair back and attempted to fall back asleep in hopes that you could forget that she said that all together.

The next morning you woke up with Morgan’s entire body on top of yours and your neck in immense pain. It was your first day of school and although you were done with your education in general, your instincts were not about to allow you to be late to your first day of senior year. You really dreaded going to school now, especially since you knew you would see Peter and the last time you saw him practically attacked him. Well, you did attack him, and had to be pulled off by Steve who had a hard time matching your strength. You really didn’t know how you would react to seeing him, especially after the meeting yesterday, but there are some things you can’t escape, and the hardships of high school are one of them.

When you got to school you could tell that your dad was probably laughing at you from heaven above because the very first thing that happened to you was Peter Parker’s solid but firm body ramming into you at full speed and nearly knocking the life out of you. He landed on top of you and you struggled from underneath him to push him off, trying to gather your things as you stood.

“Y-Y/N, I am so so sorry.” He shook, avoiding eye contact and moving to pick up the rest of your papers from the ground. You wanted to smile because it was you who made him that scared, but you were also pissed because not only did he take your inheritance, but he also knocked the living shit out of you within the first minute of the first day of school and you knew you would bruise. You were shorter than him but somehow he looked so small as he stood in front of you. He was more tan than when you saw him earlier in the summer and his hair was longer but more curly. He still had that panic in his eyes that he always had when he saw you but he was more confident in himself. You could tell by the way he stood up straight and reluctantly met your eyes. He almost offered you a small smile, but stopped himself when he realized that you wouldn’t receive that quite well.

“Watch where you’re going, Parker.” You practically spit at him, your eyes never leaving his. “You made me drop all my shit and I’ll be damned if I lose another thing because of you.” You grabbed your book out of his hands and held it close to your chest as you watched his mouth fall open at your statement.

“W-what does that mean?” He questioned with a hint of sadness behind his eyes and something else you couldn’t just place. “Cause i-it’s not my fault o-or wasn’-”

“Save it, Parker.” you cut him off and you knew you were maybe being too harsh because it wasn’t his fault your dad handed so much to him, but that couldn’t stop your words from being laced with venom. “You’ve done enough, and I am sick of you ruining my life.” You turned and left because you said what you needed to and didn’t feel the need to explain yourself to your dead dad’s ex lap dog and you weren’t about to start hearing him out.

But you felt bad, you really did, as you turned to get one more glance of the sad boy standing stunned in the hallway. He looked as if he saw a ghost and any confidence he had, was surely drained after your tiny altercation with him. You watched as he picked up the rest of the stuff that was his and made his exit through the front door of the school, and even you knew you had to make this right.

authors note: hi! omg my first chapter!!! i hope you like it and can give me feedback even if u hated the shit out of it like let me know u hated it idc,,, love peter but i need this enemies to lovers slow burn i know they deserve so stick it out with me and Maybe i don't know be my mutual!!

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