#yeah he actually skipped class for this he's been lying

[gunthermunch]

[Transcript under the cut]

Max: 8 in the morning. Max: 6 dates to go. Perfect. Max: so uh. You’re still working on the shop? um… Clark? COFFEE GUY Coffee guy: you know… I-I don’t even know why I said yes to this- It’s been a year and you scare me a little… Coffee guy: also I’m not Clark…? HUNTER? Hunter: yeah you were pretty mean to me last time… TOILET GUY Toilet guy: can we end this fast? I need to pick up my wife from her useless gardening shit. Max: oh my god just leave. BEAR GUY Bear guy: I was wondering when were you going to call me back Max: aw, for real? Bear: yeah man. My girlfriend and I were looking for a third and- Max: … DISCO GUY Disco guy: wow and you really thought this whole shtick could work? Like, just like that? Increeedible. Max: fucking HELL MAN!!!!! Disco Guy: and now you throw your lil’ tantrum, classic Max! DEREK. Derek: I did like you. Max: what? Derek: yeah, a lot. I thought you were the one Derek: but then i decided to back off- I mean—Look at you Max: oh come on Derek: It was the best outcome for both of us, Max. Be honest. Max: UGH.

[bokutosbabe]

Having His Baby

a/n — osamu brainrot is actually insane. not proofread so for sure horrible i wrote this on a whim 🫶🏼

content — nsfw, 18+, osamu x fem! reader, breeding kink, goes back and forth between high school and time skip, reader and osamu are high school sweethearts, reader and osamu are married, mating press, cursing, talk of a pregnancy scare, nicknames(pretty girl, nasty girl, baby, maybe more i forgot), daddy kink if you squint, i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis — in high school osamu miya knew you were meant to be a mom, but seven years later he’d finally decided he would make you one himself.

✿.｡.“ screaming but daddy i love him! ”.｡.✿

Osamu always knew you’d be a good mom. From the moment he'd met you in the nurse's office during his first year, you simply radiated that aura. Always so willing to help him every time he and atsumu got in a fight or he got hurt in volleyball — you would drop everything to come help him in the nurse's office.

Sure, it wasn't exactly smart to skip the classes that Osamu needed you in, but that was your job. You were the nurse's student assistant after all.

You hadn't gotten the courage to actually speak to him until his fourth appearance in there, yes you'd given him your number just so he could text if he needed help, but the two of you only texted when he was hurt. (you had no idea how many “you up?” texts he had wanted to send to you to see if you'd respond)

It was an accident really, saying your first real words to him. They were simply out of shock as you saw his lip cut open and his jaw already beginning to bruise, "what happened to you?” you had asked, hand slightly grazing the boy's, now bruised, jaw.

That was a million years ago in Osamu’s mind, while it really had only been seven. So much had changed since he first met you, you started dating not soon after, and then he'd married you, he’d opened his own onigiri business, and it all led here — to the two of you cooking in the kitchen. " ‘samu, can you get me a bowl? There's none in the drying rack and my hands are dirty.” your cute voice broke him out of the weird trance he was under as he watched you work. “Anything for you baby.” he cooed as he reached over your head and grabbed a clean bowl for you.

Everything was always clean in your shared home, which shouldn't have been a bad thing— except it was to Osamu. As a kid, he remembered him and Atsumu making various messes whether it be with liquids or even drawing on the walls- their home was very rarely clean. Osamu loved and appreciated everything you did for the house, but the ache to have kids that would make simple messes prodded at him more often than he would've liked to admit. He remembered the first time he brought kids up to you in high school during second year.

“ ya ever think about havin' kids? ” he asked as the both of you lay in his bed, his TV just droning on as background noise since the two of you had been talking the entire time. “Hmm…sometimes. I have dreams that we have kids- twins actually,” you admitted. Your raw and honest confession shouldn't have had his cock stirring in his pants the way it did, “Really?” he asked as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, imagining your stomach all round with his children, not one child, but twins. “Yeah, and they look like you,” you said simply, hands finding their way to his dyed locs and running through them. That conversation made Osamu Miya realize that he would rather die than not have kids with you. (and that he had a breeding kink but he found that far too embarrassing to tell you)

When you press the spoon to Osamus's mouth is when he suddenly comes back to the present, “Open samu, need my favorite person to make sure it tastes good.” you smiled as the man opened his mouth and allowed you to feed him— which only made him think of you feeding a baby - your baby. The male nodded as he pulled away from the spoon, “tastes good baby.” He wasn’t lying, it did taste good- but maybe the thought of you feeding a child made his mind a bit fuzzy. “thank goodness, it’s a new recipe, so I was really worried.” you gave your husband a smile as you turned back around, grabbing the bowl osamu had gotten you.

Maybe it was the high school memories coming back to him, or maybe it was him thinking about how the house was always spotless, hell— perhaps it was because you just looked so cute right now with your apron around your waist and spoon in hand. Whatever it was, Osamu couldn’t help the ache he felt in his pants, coming behind you and placing his hands on your stomach. “ ‘Yer so cute…”

“mhm, thank you, baby. you’re real cute too.” you smiled as you tilted your head up, giving him a quick peck on the chin. As you returned to what you were doing, filling bowls with the soup you had made for dinner, Osamu pressed himself against you, his hard-on very prominent. As much as you could’ve tried to ignore him, your husband always got his way when it came to you, “ ‘Samu dinners ready…” you said as you pressed your back into his chest- face beginning to heat up.

“ it can wait…need you right now-” usually your husband was a kind, patient man (except when he ‘had’ to fuck you in the back room of onigiri miya when you brought him some lunch) “You’d be such a good mommy…so good to our babies.” the male muttered against your hair, grabbing your waist and grinding against your clothed cunt. a small moan fell from your lips, “ ‘s-samu! it’ll get cold-”

It wasn’t like you were oblivious to Osamu's want for kids, in your third year you and Osamu had had a pregnancy scare. While many other 18-year-old boys would’ve probably been relieved seeing that one line on the pregnancy test, Osamu felt some strange emptiness and disappointment. sure, it wasn’t ideal to be teen parents, but he couldn’t figure out why he so badly wanted you to have his baby. It was on that same day that he figured out he didn’t want a professional volleyball career, no he wanted to have a true career that let him be home with you as often as he could be (so he could knock you up.) ever since that day, every time you passed the baby section in a store- his eyes would glaze over and he’d mention how tiny the shoes and clothes were, and you’d talked about kids- but never were you guys actually ‘trying’ for a baby.

“ jus’ reheat it,” Osamu mumbled as he picked you up, strong hands that still hold proof of his years of playing volleyball and now being a professional chef digging into the underside of your thighs. Your house wasn’t large in the slightest, but the minute it took for him to carry you felt like it took an eternity. The second Osamu’s foot crossed over the barrier of your shared bedroom- his lips were on yours. The kiss was downright disgusting, spit being shared as his tongue invaded your mouth, leaving you gasping for air when he finally pulled away. “ so pretty…” he mumbled as he carried you over to the bed, using one of his hands to untie the apron that hugged your waist in a way that turned his brain to mush.

Osamu groaned as he pulled off your shirt, seeing that you had no bra on, “you knew this was gon’ happen didn’t ya pretty?” he asked as skillfully he pulled his gray shirt off with one hand, making you squirm under his intense gaze. “n-no I just-” but Osamu didn’t want to hear your excuses, there was no need for them now. his hand quickly pushed you down to where your back met the mattress, lips puckering around one of your nipples as he played with your other one. he wasn’t much of a boob man, much rather enjoying your ass, but even he couldn’t stop the images of your tits full of milk from invading his mind. he let out a groan as he looked up at you, hand covering your mouth as you watched him- face flushed in arousal and maybe some embarrassment. “let me hear you pretty girl.” he came up and caught your lips in another kiss, hand sneaking down to the waistband of your his shorts and pulling them off of your legs in one quick movement. if there was one thing about Osamu Miya, it was that he knew how to get you undressed in a matter of seconds.

You instinctively tried closing your legs, but Osamu knew you too well, his knee already finding solace between your legs as he pulled away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting the two of you as he looked down at you. “fuck baby…look at how wet you are,” you let out a small moan as he ran a finger over your clothed cunt, your panties becoming insanely wet as you reached down and grabbed his wrist. “please ‘samu, need you…” you begged as you shook your head. “want you in me-”

Now usually your husband wasn’t the type to fuck you without fingering you or (his favorite) eating you out, but right now his cock was begging to be freed from the confines of his jeans. “my pretty girl…”he mumbled as he pulled off your panties, a string of arousal connecting to you, making him let out a groan. “need to fuck ya right now…” and Osamu made good on his word, quickly getting rid of his jeans and boxers, cock springing to life- making you moan as you saw it. it didn’t matter how many times you’d seen Osamu in his bare glory, it always made you want to thank whatever gods decided you were good enough for him.

You remembered in high school when the two of you had first had sex, both inexperienced as you tried figuring out what position worked for the both of you and accidentally breaking his bed— something atsumu never lets you forget.

Osamu groaned as his tip met your entrance, staring at you with those bedroom eyes that were like a remedy to any problem you ever had,chest heaving as he stopped himself from shoving into you- wanting you to be ready for him. “please samu…need it so bad-” you cried out as you reached up to his neck, moaning as you brought him down for another kiss. osamu miya was nothing if not a gentleman who listened to his wife, pushing into your hole and bottoming out almost immediately, groaning against your lips,“still so tight fa me, huh baby?” the moan you let out was almost pornographic, back arching into your husband,“ fuck! S-samu!” you cried out, legs wrapping around his waist.

Sure, Osamu could’ve been nice and given you time to adjust to him like he usually did, but who had time for that when he needed to get you pregnant tonight? The male groaned as he took your legs and pushed them to where your knees were pressed against your chest, making him feel extra deep, “s-samu!” you cried out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “yer so pretty, baby, my pretty girl…”osamu mumbled to himself. he didn’t even give you a warning before pulling out and slamming back into you, letting out his own moan as your nails scratched into his back.

You’d always been sensitive when it came to osamu, but never had you felt him this deep inside of you before, gasps and moans leaving your mouth. “feel me, baby? gonna get you pregnant, full of my cum.”osamu pressed down on your stomach as he thrust in and out of you in a rhythm you knew all too well. you tried answering him, truly you did, but even two seconds with Osamu into your cunt made you brain dead. “mhm-” was the only word you could make, giving your husband a small laugh as he looked down at you.

“Fucked ya dumb already pretty girl? C'mon, know ya got more in ya-” The teasing tone in his voice made you want to cry, but some sick sort of enjoyment of being embarrassed held back those tears. you looked so pretty under Osamu, your wedding ring adorning your finger as your hair was messily sprawled out beneath you with your knees pushed to your chest. Osamu thought he could take a mental picture and have enough spank bank material for three months, at least.

“Gonna cum- ah samu!” you whined out, nails scratching down your husband's back. Osamu let out a groan, maybe he should give you more money to get your nails done, because the short acrylics you have on scraping down his back made him want to short circuit. “cum for me baby, gonna look so good filled with my cum.” Osamu was on the brink of his release, groaning as he brought a hand down to finally rub your clit, giving you the final push to let go. you moaned out his name over and over, even slipping a small ‘daddy’ in the chant of words. With that one word, you made Osamu want to blow his load- feeling his hips stutter before stilling inside of you and releasing his cum. you whined as you felt him fill you up, your husband had always came a lot- but something about right now- this singular moment- made him give you everything he had.

Osamu looked down where the two of you were connected, seeing his and your cum mixing as it spilled out around his cock,“ fuck…” he said as he pulled out watching as more seeped out of your abused cunt. it would be a waste if you didn’t keep it all in, though. Osamu hummed as he fingered the cum back into you, making you let out a gasp from how overstimulated you already were.

“gotta make sure it sticks, baby.”

✿.｡.“ i’m having his baby ”.｡.✿

if you can’t tell, i love the miyas.

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[comicwritesstuff]

okay this is so incredibly specific so please feel free to ignore BUT i’ve been wanting to read a fic for ages where the reader is Chase’s childhood best friend from Australia and she moves to New Jersey for a fresh start. She’s staying with Chase while she gets settled, and one day she comes to visit him at lunch at the hospital, where she ends up meeting House and he’s… intrigued by her 👀 either romantic or smut would be so very cool :^D <33 💐

YES. I LOVE THIS PROMPT IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM FINISHED!!!

Gregory House x Fem!Chases bsf!Reader

Warnings: None really, just cussing and tooth rotting fluff >:) 3k+ words.

Chase's POV: 

“Well I was just wondering if we could go out sometime, I think you're really-” My attention shifted as y/n's call lit up my phone, interrupting the conversation. It was a more pressing matter than pursuing a one-night stand.

“Excuse me for a moment.” I say walking away, the woman having an annoyed look on her face. 

I answer the phone.

“Hello, y/n? Whats up” 

“Chase! Long time no talk haha.”

“You called me yesterday.”

“Learn to take a joke, anyways, I have some exciting news for you.”

“I’m moving to New Jersey!!” 

“Wait what? Really?”

“Yeah, I kinda forgot to tell you and i'm actually at the airport right now, so I hope you aren't busy tomorrow so you can pick me up.”

“Wow, um alright, yeah I can pick you up, do you have a place to stay?"

“Um…no…” I sigh, “Just stay at mine for now.”

“Don't even with the sigh i’ve known you my whole life you can put the nightly hookups on hold for your best friend.” 

I smirk and shake my head, “Yeah yeah, I’ll see ya tomorrow y/n” 

Y/N’s POV:

I smile as I hang up with Chase, grabbing my luggage and pulling it along the airport. Ahh yes, crying babies, rushed parents, annoying couples and that one insanely attractive person you see for a split second, I love the airport. 

Glancing at my ticket I realize I might have to hurry to make it to the gate, speed walking I see a text from chase, “Have a safe flight.” Let's hope so. 

Time skip (to lazy to write all the details about fucking airports)

Relaxing on a 21-hour flight proved challenging, especially with a toddler nearby. It was unclear whether the toddler would be a source of annoyance or just be tolerable. The flight just started. So to entertain myself I decide to do some digging about Chase's job, he brags about it all the time and the infamous Dr Gregory House. To be honest I thought Chase was gay for a little while with how much he talks about him. Still speculating. 

The plane lifts off and I start my look, at first just looking up Gregory House, a surprising amount of things show up. An article titled, “Gregory House, Talented Doctor? Or a lying Narcissist?” Oh well that's a good first impression.   

Scrolling down I see another article, “The world's greatest doctor, and his deepest secrets” 

Now that's enticing. I click on it only to find out his deepest secrets, including using 3 in one shampoo and how his leg got hurt. I guess people hardly know anything about him. I click on the photos of him, there's only a couple, most of them blurry but to be honest he's pretty good looking from the photos I can see. I’d honestly be gay for him if I was Chase. 

The toddler next to me starts giggling, I glance at her and notice her staring at a picture of House. She's kicking her feet too. That's so relatable. 

For the rest of the flight I find some stuff about this guy named Taub, who somehow also figured out that he cheated on his wife which is why he had to quit. How did I find that out? I took a coding class in 8th grade. (I got lucky) 

Lisa Cuddy the Dean of Medicine, unfortunately only good stuff about her, boring. 

Remy Hadley, oddly, can't find anything on her. 

Eric Foreman, his brothers in jail, fun. 

And the others are just as boring. For the remainder of the flight, the toddler proved surprisingly chill. I passed the time by binge-watching random movies I had downloaded earlier

*Another time skip to plane landing* 

Finally, 21 hours on a fucking plane is horrible. 

I check my phone after I take it off airplane mode, seeing a text from chase a couple minutes ago. 

“I’m at the airport, is your flight done?”

“Yep, wya.”

“I’m parked in the front.”

“That's specific” 

“There's no other front dumbass”

I roll my eyes at his text, and get off the plane as soon as I can. I walk out and see Chase standing outside his car waiting for me. His eyes light up as he spots me, and a grin spreads across his face. Unable to resist, I rush forward and envelop him in a bear hug.

“Man you’re a lot uglier in person” 

I say jokingly, smirking.

“Oh shut up”  

We climbed into his car, and he drove us back to his apartment. When we arrive he helps get my crap into the house, before he gets a call saying he had to head to work. 

Eventually a week or two passes, I've gotten more comfortable in his apartment, applied for a bunch of jobs, and looked for places to stay so I’m not invading his “man” space anymore. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of options, and no jobs have replied to my applications, which is weird since im overqualified, it's almost like they aren’t even getting my applications in the first place. 

I’m doing the dishes when I get a text from Chase.

“Hey, I left my wallet on the counter, so I don’t have money for food, could ya bring it for me?” 

“Nah”

“See you soon”

I breathe out a laugh and grab his wallet, putting a coat on then driving to the hospital. 

When I get there I walk in, looking around before I call Chase, “Where do I go this place is huge” I can hear talking in the background, actually more like arguing. “Uhm just wait at the entrance i’ll be right there.” He says in a whisper.

He hangs up so I just stand there awkwardly waiting, that was a weird ass phone call. To be fair Chase is a weird ass guy with weird ass coworkers so what do I expect at this point. 

Before I see Chase I see Dr Gregory House, limping quickly towards me. And damn he’s even hotter in person than the pictures I saw of him. 

“Hey, no time to explain, you need to come with me.” He grabs my arm dragging me into the elevator. Before it closes I see Chase come out of the stairway, he sprints towards the elevator but it closes. I hear him trying to say something, but it's muffled and I can’t understand it. Wait why the fuck did I even follow House? 

“You're real compliant, you’d make a great hooker.” 

I turn around and side eye him.

“Thanks, so would you.” I say giving a fake smile. 

“Speaking of compliant, why did you drag me away from Chase? What's going on?’’

“I made a bet with Chase.”

“That's really specific and helpful thanks” 

“Oh yeah no problem” 

Sarcastic asshole. 

“If you don’t tell me, I'll stop following you and go with Chase.” 

He rolls his eyes.

“Fine, Mom! The bet is that I can convince you to work as my assistant here.”

“Really? That's it? I need a job. Why would Chase even bet against that?” 

“He thinks you’ll fall in love with me so he doesn’t want that to happen, in his words, “She has a thing for homeless looking, narcissistic assholes with beards.” So he’s trying to prevent it, and he’s sure he can.”  

Damn- I feel so called out. I stay silent before nodding.

“Well to be honest he isn’t wrong.” 

I see House smirk before we get out of the elevator, he hobbles and leads me to his office, locking the door then having me sit down. 

As I sit down in front of his desk, he grabs a ball and starts throwing it against the wall, while sitting down. 

“So are you gonna interview me or something?” 

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for Chase to get back up here so he can watch me interview you.” 

He really is an asshole…it's kinda hot though. 

“Fair enough.” 

We wait a bit before Chase comes jogging up to the door, out of breath, he’s clearly been running plenty. He starts banging on the glass door that House previously locked.

“House!! Y/N! Let me in! This isn’t fair!” He exclaims, House is grinning when he leans over his desk, crossing his arms.

“Okay! Let’s start this interview now.” 

“Y/n! You traitor!” 

Did I abandon my childhood best friend for some disabled doctor? No, I did it for the job. At least that's what I'm telling myself.   

Turning my attention back to House instead of the Australian cry baby outside the door, he asks me, “First question, do you want the job of being my assistant?” 

“Obviously”

“Great! You have the job!” 

I mean, easy enough. I smile and shake my head. This hospital really has some unique people. 

House shakes my hand, grinning as Chase is sitting on the floor defeated outside. 

As the days turned into weeks at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, I got to know everyone. Cuddy had to actually approve of me working as House’s assistant first, but once she saw a…normal enough individual, she welcomed me into the environment.

Getting to know House better, I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadn’t really expected. The bet between House and Chase, Chase thinking I would fall for House, I took it as a joke, until that joke turned more into reality. 

Despite House being a narcissistic piece of shit, there were small moments that I saw, or shared with him that made me fall for him. Ones where he seemed happy, or just easy to be around. At work he's serious but when Wilson dragged him out to bars, or other social environments, he could actually be fun. And though him being a dick is undeniably attractive sometimes, when he was…”himself” that's how I began to fall for him.  

One day, after an especially tough day for the team, and being forced to go break into houses and get coffee and food, I found myself alone with House in his office. The rest of the team had left, leaving us in a rare moment alone with each other. As I glanced up from the medical chart of the most recent patient, I caught House’s gaze lingering on me, his blue eyes intense and unreadable. 

“Something on your mind, House?” I asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between us. 

He smirked, leaning back in his chair with a casual ease, “Oh just wondering why a catch like yourself doesn’t have a boyfriend, or husband?” He responds, his tone laced with flirtatiousness.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his response, a faint blush on my cheeks. House and I had gained an uncanny camaraderie, made from me running around doing everyone's paperwork, being the designated “you get to tell patients they are dying!!” person. And as you’d expect people didn’t respect me a lot, but if someone was blatantly mean to me, House would step in and destroy their self esteem in a second and walk away like it meant nothing. That's another thing that I think made me fall for him. 

“Believe me, I’ve been asking myself that a lot too.” I smile, placing the medical chart on his desk. 

“Do you want a boyfriend? Or girlfriend, or a pet or something.” He quips, his eyes looking like they are reading me, studying my every movement and reaction to what he’s saying, it's flattering and uncomfortable at the same time. 

“A boyfriend would be nice.” I say reassuringly, a laugh escaping me as I shake my head in amusement.

“Alright let's say *hypothetically* I asked you out. *hypothetically* what would your response be?” 

Raising an eyebrow I ask, “Are you trying to go on a date with me?”

“I said hypothetically, now answer the question.” 

A smirk plays on my lips as I roll my eyes in a mock annoyance. 

“Well.” I say, “Hypothetically, I would say yes.” 

“Great, meet me for dinner at (some random fancy place idk u make up a name i'm too lazy to), wear something cute.” 

 With that, he sauntered out of the office, leaving me to think about what just happened. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had just enough time to get ready for our “hypothetical date.” 

The anticipation bubbled within me, standing outside (IDK A RESTAURANT NAME IT), waiting for House to arrive. My heart raced with nervous excitement, unsure what to expect from a…unique…guy like House. I had used all the time I had to work on my outfit, settling for a simple dress (or suit, or just anything you're comfy in :) ). 

As I scanned the busy street, searching for any sign of House, I heard the obnoxiously loud sound of a motorcycle approaching. House rode in, parking his bike before getting off and walking (limping) towards me. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him, he looked impossibly handsome, in a tailored suit that made his rugged charm come out, good god he looked fine. 

“Y/n,” he greeted with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in genuine affection. “That outfit makes your ass look nice.” 

I scoff playfully, hitting his arm. “So much for acting like a gentleman, at least you look like one.” 

He chuckled, offering me his arm in a more gentlemanly gesture. “Yeah yeah, shall we?” 

With a nod, I looped my arm through his, savoring the warmth of his touch as we mad our way into the restaurant. The ambiance was elegant and inviting, with a soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the decor. 

As we were seated at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. I’m finally going out with House, damn Chase was totally right. 

Throughout the evening, our conversation flowed surprisingly easily between us. I had half expected him to be rude or stuck up, but he seemed actually interested in me, in my life. He was asking questions, laughing and joking with me. Sharing stories of his own, and treating me like an actual human. Honestly it was scaring me a bit, but it was making me fall harder for him. 

House raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. ‘So, tell my Y/N. What’s the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?” 

I laughed, shaking my head as I thought about the memory. “Well, there was this one time in college-” 

“Let me guess,” House interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips. “It involved copious amounts of alcohol and very questionable decisions?” 

I chuckle and nod in agreement. “You could say that. Long story short, I ended up streaking through the campus fountain at three in the morning. I'm pretty sure Chase might still have a video of it still.”

House raises an eyebrow, an amused laugh coming from him. “I wish I could say I was surprised, oh and also. I am finding that video.” He states, with a determined and mischievous grin. 

The dinner continues and our connection just seems to get stronger, fueled by shared laughter, stories of shit Wilson and him did in college, things Chase and I did in highschool. With each passing moment, I found myself more and more under House’s spell, captivated by the complexity of himself, his character. His gaze, laughter, even his personality. Maybe it was the wine or something, but House was being nice, he had charisma, and was being attractive in general.  

I don’t even realize that we’ve spent almost three hours in the restaurant just talking. I check my phone seeing that it's 9:30 already. We had got and paid the check awhile ago, but had stayed to talk longer. The restaurant closes at 10, and I felt a sudden pang of disappointment that our date was close to being over with. I didn’t want it to end, I was savoring this moment I was having, this seemingly perfect night. 

When the waiter arrived to take our dessert order, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that the evening was drawing to a close. I wasn't ready for it to end—I wanted to savor every moment, to prolong the magic of our time together for as long as possible.

House notices my look of disappointment, “I’m aware how amazing I am, but if its up to me, this won’t be our last date.” 

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, my cheeks heating up as I blush. The butterflies in my stomach going absolutely insane. 

So with a quick glance around the restaurant, I rose from my seat, House grabbed my hand as he led me towards the exit. 

Stepping out into the cool night air, I felt a sense of happiness coursing through me. This was it, the beginning of a new relationship, a surprisingly healthy one so far. 

As House’s hand tightened around mine, his touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. I knew now that maybe Chase knows me better than I know myself, in all fairness he predicted this, but right now I wasn’t afraid to admit this, to admit the undeniable attraction that I had towards Dr Gregory House. 

His touch leaves mine, his hand pulling as we stand in front of the restaurant, close to each other, staring in each other's eyes. I glance at his lips before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, not sure if he expected it, but I pull back.

“Goodnight House. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that I walk away, to my car. When I get in my car, I look in the mirror, seeing House standing there with a lovestruck grin, one a child would have over some school crush. But it was cute, he was cute. And this was just the beginning of an annoyingly predicated relationship with a Vicodin addicted, asshole, who I suspect has a soft spot for me.

[vanillabeams]

nerdy armin prt2!!

christmas special!!!

warning: smut, pet names, sub men, mention of cum, cursing, teasing

surprise at the end!!

prt1

poor armin..buddy was skipping classes just to avoiding you and we all know how important his classes were to him. he was so embarrassed because he knew for fact that you knew he was getting off to your voice.

it’s been 2 days and you haven’t seen armin at all, he hasn’t answered any of your texts and your seriously getting worried because this isn’t like him at all,

it’s been 4 days now and you can’t lie you miss him a lot the way he can’t look you in the eyes properly..or the way he stares at you in class. you squeeze your thighs together releasing the energy that is slowly creeping up on you which made you realize you arrived at the mall to bring him a christmas gift as an excuse to come over to his house. you shop around the mall finding different things you think he would like making him a little basket.

you knock on his front door rethinking this whole plan but your worries gotten the best of you and now your here there’s no going back, armin opens the door shocked that your here “y-y/n??..what are you doing here?” his tall frame clouding over you and it doesn’t help with what he is wearing. he was wearing a black tank top with shorts that hang just above his knees with his black Yeezy slides and a Santa hat on the side of his head to top it off . he stretches his arm resting it on on the very top of the door

omg he is so fineee you can’t even squeeze your legs together right now cause your standing. “y/n?” you look back up at his face seeing him turn red because you were staring too hard and it was noticeable. “christmas gift duhh” you smile wide at him and he looks down at your glossed lips but quickly looks away embarrassed. “you should come in, i know it’s cold” he stretches the door wider for you.

“ im glad you finally let me inside im freezing!” you walked over to his island and place his gift down “ is this a fine place for me to put your gift here?” he turns around from the door to look over where u placed it “ yeah that’s fine, u can come sit on the couch i’ll get u a blanket i know u said u was cold” before u could tell him you weren’t gonna be here long he is already going upstairs to his room to grab one.

once he sees you sitting on his couch he takes in your outfit and it’s so cute to him. he hands you the blanket and sits next to you. but there is an awfully huge space between you guys because he is so nervous around you. you wrap the blanket around you and it smell just like him. “ armin why haven’t you been to school?” he face turns red reminding him of why he actually skipped school “ i-..i just needed a break. i guess” you could tell he was lying “ armin please don’t lie to me.”

u look at him waiting for a response and you don’t even get a answer, he only does this when he isn’t ready to talk about something so you change the subject and get up seeing his red face as u do so, walking over to his gift. once u grab his gift you sit directly next to him legs touching and everything “ look at what i got you” he grabs the gift out of what seem like the smallest hands ever.

“thank you, you didn’t have to do this” he looks at the basket and then looks at you for 1.2 seconds and looks somewhere else “armin!” his head snaps back at you startled by the way you voice rose up at him “ y-yes..? what’s wrong?” you cross your arms over your chest “ i deserve a response on why you left me on ghost” you watch as he bite his bottom lip “c’mon..you know why”

you start to grow an irritated with him “ armin if i knew why you went ghost on me i wouldn’t be here” you’ve never yelled at him before but he went ghost on you and tried to wipe it off “ last phone call we had..” he doesn’t finish his sentence and you instantly remember what happened “ so you were actually getting off to my voice..??” you can’t help but smirk at his reaction. he holds his face in his palms shaking his head yes you then start to graze the nape of his neck with your acrylics “ aw my voice turns you on min?”

“ i don’t wanna talk about it..” he mumbles in his hands embarrassed. you take a good look at his frame again and you realize that he is hard. you can see his bulge slowly rising so you take it upon yourself to get off the couch and squat right between his legs. he doesn’t realize your between his legs intill you place your hands on his thighs. he removes his hands off his face and looks down at you “y/n?” he then realizes his hard wood is literally poking up right in front of your face. “ i’m s-sorry..” is all the words that he manage to say.

you press your hand on to his bulge and he leans back into the couch biting down on his lower lip to hide back the whine that almost slipped from his lips. you start gently rubbing him thru his pants “ if you can’t hold eye contact i’ll stop.” he looks down at you “ please y/n..you know how hard it is for me to-..” a whine slips from his lips once you take his cock out his boxers and it nearly slaps your face. you use both hands to grip onto his girth just to get the feel of it “ does that feel good min?” he nods his head “ imma need words armin.” you start to kiss on his thighs teasing him “y-yes ma’am” his words makes your cunt flutter

you start kissing his tip as u look up at him seeing the teasing is making him go insane, he is squirming so much “ please..! y/n..” you watch him melt into his own couch “ please what love?” you could tell the names that you are calling him are really getting to him “p-please touch me..” he whines underneath his breath. you press your lips onto his cock swirling your tongue around his tip and slowly start sucking not even half his base before gagging. you use your hands to jerk off the rest you can’t fit into your mouth looking up at him to only see him covering his eyes with his forearm and biting his lip so hard to control his moans and whines.

you remove your lips off him pouting. he realizes you stopped and looked down “look at me and stop hiding your moans from me” his breaths are shaky and he swallow his saliva before speaking “ yes ma’am..” you smile up at him “ good boy” his dick twitches and you soon come to the realization that he likes being praised.

you slide your mouth back onto him now forcing half of him into your mouth going up and down on him faster and faster “f-fuck..! y-y/n” he continues to squirm but his squirming is worse now. his voice is so whiny and high pitch and when you look up making eye contact with him, he completely loses it because he knows he has to make eye contact with you because he is so close to coming. he loses it so bad the poor guys starts sobbing “ y/nnn..fuck! i’m cu-“ dude couldn’t even finish his sentence everything went white around him and next thing you know there’s cum all over your pretty face.

“merry Christmas!” was the last thing u said before he fell asleep

(here’s a visual on what he sounded like)

[im-sleepdeprived]

Seasonal • Pt. 2

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: inspired by the taylor swift song ‘peter’ where you and peter discover just how hard it is to hold on to something from your past, no mater how much you love each other

a/n: things are progressing :)) right now im picturing this series as 5 parts, also i’ve been getting tons of requests and TRUSTTTT that as soon as this series is over I’ll be working on those🫡

warnings: none really, some (lots) angst, some pining, there are some time skips both forward and backwards and I don’t have them marked (sorry !) but theyre pretty easy to spot imo, healthy family relationships :(

masterlist, read part 1 here

You blew out a breath as you set down the last box. “Ok, I think we’re done sweetie,” said your dad from his spot across the room. 

You collapsed on the bed, exhausted from hauling boxes into your new dorm. The place you’ll be living for the next school year. “Your mom’s already in the car, said she couldn’t handle this part.”

You sat up and smiled. “Yeah, I don’t know if I can either.”

Your dad chuckled. “Come here kiddo.” You stood up and walked over, your dad pulling you into a warm embrace. “If you need anything, just let us know, we’ll be here faster than you can blink.”

“I’ll be okay,” you whispered. 

“And…try to make friends honey. It’s a new place, new people. Get out there, okay? Promise me you won’t just lock yourself in here all the time.” 

“I promise,” you pulled away. “I actually have an orientation to get to in about an hour, I’m sure I’ll meet tons of people there.” 

“I love you,” he squeezed your shoulders for emphasis. “I know this was hard for you, breakups-”

“Dad I promise I’m fine.” You didn’t want to talk about this at all, let alone with your father. 

He stared at you for a while before seemingly giving up. Your dad let out a sigh, “Fine. But if you decide this isn’t for you, if you think college completely sucks I’ll come pick you up in a heartbeat.”

You smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, Dad. Tell Mom I love her.”

“Will do kid,” he ruffled your hair. “Now let me get outta here before I start sobbing.”

You laughed and gave him one last hug before waving him off. You fell onto your bed again and let out a sigh. Across the room stood another bed, empty. For now. You hadn’t met your roommate, and you didn’t really want to. You weren’t in the mood for introductions and small talk. You weren’t even sure if you were up for going to that orientation you’d told your dad about, it was recommended, not mandatory.

There was only one person you wanted to talk to, whose voice you craved to hear. The problem was, it was the one person you couldn’t call. 

Columbia definitely wasn’t going how you thought it would.

Your first week flew by, you’d met all of your professors and for the most part, they were all pretty nice. You’d even made some friends; a girl named Marissa and another one named Lola. You’d met them both at the freshman orientation andthey were really sweet. You ended up going after your dad had sent you a little reminder (you wondered if he had known you were lying) and you figured it couldn’t hurt. They were nice enough people and it was good to get to know your peers. Your roommate, Lindsay, had come in on your second day, but apparently, she was dating some dude who owned an apartment right off campus and she spent most of her time there.

Clubs and all different frats and sororities were camping out in little booths all around campus trying to get new members. Seeing the photography club’s booth sent a sharp jab of pain through your heart every time. It was even worse when you realized one of the biggest photography classes was in the building right next to the English building, which is where most of your classes would be taking place. For your whole time there. 

It was one day a couple of weeks into your classes, you were exiting a class where you been debating whether it was better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. Some students were talking privately, but the teacher had overheard them and made it a class discussion, exclaiming that she thought it was 'a trendy enough subject to raise engagement and break the ice’.

Then as you stepped out of the doors to your class, a flyer flew in from beside you and landed right at your feet. When you picked it up you realized it was a flyer for the annual photography competition. It was actually a pretty big thing around here and you’d heard a few students talking about it. 

You didn’t usually believe in signs but these seemed pretty clear. 

Without overthinking it, you pulled out your phone. 

hey

saw something abt photography and thought of you lol. how are you hows school so far ?

You bit your lip in anticipation. You weren’t expecting him to reply right away but…you were nervous he might not have even replied at all.

He was the one who’d said maybe no contact for a while might help, but he’d also said you could call him whenever, and he’d be there for you, no matter what.

i was just thinking about you

The words made your heart skip a beat as you saw them sprawled across your screen. 

school’s great, still trying to get the hang of things but it’s gotten easier

my roommate’s kinda boring, but maybe that’s for the best. he could be a crazy person

You laughed until another message showed up on your screen. 

how’s columbia? is it everything you dreamed it would be?

no of course not. we were supposed to go here together, we were supposed to BE together. i can’t go anywhere without thinking of you and all i want to do is call you and hear your voice and for things to be okay between us again. 

But you couldn’t send that. 

yeah ! it’s great but like you said, lots of adjusting haha

are you happy?

And you weren’t sure what it was exactly, but something about that text made you tear up. Were you happy? The answer should’ve been an automatic yes, you’d gotten into your dream school after stressing all year about it, you had got the classes you wanted, and everything was seemingly fine. Great even. But you couldn’t shake the hollow emptiness you’d been carrying since graduation. 

You’d gotten what you’d wanted, yes. It just wasn’t how you’d imagined it. 

yeah i am :)

glad to hear it ace

look ive got to go i have a class starting. talk to you soon

bye pete

bye

It wasn’t normal. At least, it wasn’t your normal and you hated it. But maybe now, it was.

Your heart raced when you saw the notification. You were so close to tapping it, reading the whole thing but you held back. Columbia’s acceptance emails went out today and you and Peter were supposed to open yours together. 

You were waiting for him on the fire escape bouncing your leg up and down anxiously. Checking your phone for the time again, you decided you’d just call him. 

“Hey Ace,” you heard his voice through the speaker, along with an array of other noises. 

“You’re out. Are you out? It’s okay, we can talk later.” You replied quickly. 

Peter chuckled on the other end. “No, it’s fine. I’m just swinging.”

You frowned. “I thought we agreed, no swinging and talking. You get too distracted Petey.”

“No you agreed Ace, I just politely listened.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Peter,” you said in a warning tone. 

“Sorry, sorry.” He laughed. “I’m on my way.”

“Oh?”

“Duh. I know what today is, I got my notification. I’m almost there.”

“Have you checked?”

“‘Course not Ace,” he chuckled. “Have you?”

“No, no way, of course not.”

“Great, I’ll be there in five.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then,” you pulled the phone away to hang up and you could hear his protesting. Quickly, you yelled into the speaker, “Watch where you’re swinging babe!” And you hit the red button. 

He always said he preferred swinging on call with you, but there’d been too many close calls of him almost swinging into a building or in front of a car for you to be okay with it. 

Sure enough, in almost exactly five minutes Peter landed on your fire escape, feet on the ground, perfectly contact. 

“Good, you're here.” You rushed over and pulled him into a hug, kissing his cheek as he swiped his mask off. 

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Thank you for waiting Ace, I’m sure it must’ve driven you crazy.”

“No, I’m good.” You said too quickly to sound true. 

He laughed. “Okay,” he pulled away and gripped your shoulders. He shook you slightly and grinned. “Let’s do this!”

You sit down on the floor cross-legged and unlock your phone. Peter followed suit as you stared at him. You both pulled up your applications, ready to see the change in your status. 

Accepted or denied. 

A new door to your future, either opened or slammed in your face.

“Ready?” He asked you gently. 

“Yeah, are you?”

He nodded. “Okay on the count of three. One. Two. Three.”

You clicked. You almost didn’t want to read and you were sure if Peter weren’t there you would’ve stalled a little more, but the words were in front of you now. 

Dear Y/N Y/L/N,

Congratulations! It is a pleasure for me to inform you that you have been accepted for admission to Columbia College.The faculty and staff would like to commend you on your past accomplishments, which formed the basis of our admission decision in a highly competitive pool of applicants. We look forward to working with you in your future academic endeavors. Please visit the Welcome to Columbia website at:

You stopped reading. Your mouth hung open and you couldn’t believe it. You kept rereading that first sentence over and over as if it would morph before your eyes and call you out for believing it in the first place. 

You looked up. Peter had a similarly awestruck expression on his face as he met your eyes.

“What does yours say?”

“What does yours say?”

He laughed. “Nuh-uh. I asked first Ace.”

Silently, you hand him your phone, letting him see for himself because you can't even form the words. You got in. 

It didn’t take him long, probably only reading the first few words before he put the phone down and pulled you into a tight hug. 

“I’m so proud of you Ace,” he whispered. “See? I told you you’d get in.”

You squeezed him. “I love you so much Petey, but come on you need to show me yours, s’only fair.”

“Don’t wanna,” he mumbled into your hair. 

Your brows furrowed. Why wouldn’t he want to show you? It would only make you happier to read his acceptance letter as well. You pulled away and reached for his phone on the floor. Peter didn’t stop you. 

Dear Peter Parker,

The Committee on Admissions has carefully reviewed your application to Columbia University, and we are sorry to inform you that we cannot offer you a place in—

You couldn’t believe it. You read it over and over and over again. Never once in a million years did you think Peter wouldn’t get in. The boy was a fucking genius and you couldn’t believe they would reject him. 

“Ace it’s not that big of a deal, honestly-”

“What? Of course it is,” you looked up at him, anger coursing through your veins. “They’re fucking idiots. They’re pieces of shit and this,” you held up his phone, “this is the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever seen.”

He cracked a small smile. “Actually, that’s my phone. With you on the lock screen mind you.”

You weren’t feeling it. “Peter, they suck.”

“Obviously not if they accepted you.”

“Nuh-uh,” you shook your head quickly. “I don’t wanna go.”

“What?”

“No,” you shook your head some more. “I don’t trust people with such terrible judgment to lead me into my ‘future academic endeavors’. I don’t trust those little shits at all.”

“Ace come on, you don’t mean that.” He gave you a look. 

“No, I totally do. Actually, I might just-”

He cut you off, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your mouth. But just as soon as it’d begun, it was over. Peter leaned back, “That always works whenever you’re too worked up.”

“Peter,” you said, and your voice sounded defeated. 

“Ace listen to me,” he cupped your face and stared straight into your eyes. “You are going to go to that school, and you’re gonna love it. There is absolutely no way I’m running this for you.”

“You’ll ruin it by not being there,” you mumbled.

“No, I won’t. Because you’re going to be too busy blowing everyone's mind and being the absolute best version of yourself that you can be.”

You laughed softly but it held no humor in it. “But we were supposed to go together.”

“But that shouldn’t stop you from enjoying it without me. So what if I didn’t get in? I applied to other schools, greatschools. And if I really feel like it, I can always transfer, it’s easier that way isn’t it?”

“And what about us?” You bit the inside of your cheek anxiously. 

“Nothing’s gonna happen to us Ace,” he smooshed your face making you laugh. “Just because we aren’t going to the same school doesn’t mean we have to break up.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You weren’t aware of just how terrified you’d been for the future of your relationship until he’d said that. You know people had little to no faith in high school relationships but…something was different about you and Peter. You were sure of it. You’d get through this. 

You made your way through the halls. You were in an old building, one of the campus’ firsts, and you were on your way to the newsroom. Today was your first official day and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You knew how serious this was, they were the second-oldest college daily paper in the country, and they didn’t just let anyone onto their team. You were ready to prove yourself and prove that you’d be a great addition to the news staff. 

Also, you needed something that would get you to stop thinking about Peter. You’d talked a few more times after that first week, and it was always you who initiated your chats. They never went past simple hey’s and how are you’s and then one of you (usually Peter) had to run off. It was so strange for you to think that once you two could’ve talked about nothing and everything for hours and now you could barely get past simple greetings. 

You stopped in front of a door, checked the number beside it to make sure you had the right one and took a deep breath before turning the handle. 

You heard all the commotion before you saw it, confirming your suspicions that this was the newsroom. Before you, the room was filled with desks, each one supporting its own computer and keyboard, most of them filled. Some desks were neat and tidy, their chairs empty, looking as if they hadn’t been touched. Others were the complete opposite, you couldn’t see the surface of them, they were covered in stacks and stacks of papers, loose pencil shavings, and various other items. 

There was a whiteboard on the same side of the wall as the door and it was almost completely covered in lists, locations, and time stops for certain activities. There were copies of different editions of the paper framed and hanging on the wall. You smiled, this was perfect. 

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and came face to face with a guy who looked to be a couple of years older than you. He had cropped black hair and stubble covering the entire bottom half of his face.

“First day, right?” He asked you. 

You nodded quickly and offered him your hand. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

He accepted it and nodded. “Yeah, I remember you Y/L/N, your try-out piece was good. Really good.”

Pride bloomed in your chest and you gave him a smile. “Thanks. Where do you want me?” You gestured at the room. 

He narrowed his eyes slightly before giving you the smallest of smiles, a little quirk on the sides of his lips. “Straight to business, I like that. Think we’re gonna get along pretty well Y/L/N, come on.” He started walking you through the room and introducing everyone and their roles. “I’m Brandon, the editor, over there we’ve got our photographers, that girl,” he pointed to a redhead working at her desk, “Alyssa, she’s editor-in-chief. Helps with things I can’t get around to and when there’s an overload of articles, like now.

“It’s not usually this crowded in here, usually the only people always in here are the writers but, you know, start of the school year,” he gestured vaguely, “lots of new editions, things to be sorted.” He stopped in front of one of the desks that looked like it hadn’t been touched. “This is your place. Actually, we already have something for you to work on.”

You sat in your chair and got adjusted. “Great! Anything.”

He smirked. “We need someone to cover the new bathrooms opening near Kent Hall. Good luck,” he tapped your desk before heading off to deal with other things.

You stared for a bit, when you’d said anything that wasn’t really what you meant, but you figured you had to start somewhere. 

“Don’t worry,” a voice spoke from beside you and you turned towards him. “They do that to all the newbies, it’s like a right of passage or something. Write the shitty articles for the first few months, prove your worth, or some bullshit like that.” He rolled his eyes and gave you a small. Holding out his hand he said, “James Blake, nice to meet you.”

You returned his smile and shook his hand, “Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you too James.”

He grinned. James was blonde, he had a dazzling smile, and striking green eyes. Honestly, he looked more fit for a magazine cover, not a newsroom. “Well Y/N, I was in your shoes last year. It gets better,” he sent you a wink. 

You laughed, “Actually, I don’t mind. I’m just happy to be here.”

“That’s the kinda attitude that’ll make you editor in a few years if you want it,” he clicked his tongue and leaned back in his chair. 

You tried not to blush, his gaze was intense and you had a feeling he was trying to gauge what kind of reaction you’d have, though you weren’t sure why. “Right now the only thing I’m worried about are those new bathrooms near Kent.”

James laughed. “Fair enough. If you need anything, I’ll be right here. Don’t be shy to ask for help.” He winked at you again and you thanked him before turning on your computer and getting to work. 

Your first day in the newsroom was mostly getting used to everything. The people were cool, you had a great time getting to know them all, and you could definitely see yourself working here for the rest of the year, even longer than you hoped. You’d written down the keynotes for your article and had planned to start working on it later that week after you walked over to Kent Hall and got a look for yourself. It was a lousy topic, sure, but that would stop you from trying your best and proving yourself. 

It was true what they said, your first semester does fly by. Or at least that’s what you’d heard and now you understood. It was December now, almost winter break, and you almost couldn’t believe it. 

Your first article on the Daily Spectator had gone over pretty well. It was small, practically pointless as it was shoved somewhere in the back where almost no one looks, but Brandon liked that you didn’t just half-ass it and he’d started to (gradually) give you better topics to work on. You were hoping that by the end of the year, you might get your hand on one of the campus hot topics. 

You’d gone out a few times, Marissa and Lola from your first week were always inviting you out to different places andyou envied their easygoingness. You’d accepted a few times but you always went home earlier than them, you never seemed to really fit in those places.

Tonight, you were going out with a few of your friends from the newspaper. Over the past couple of months, you quickly became close with some of them, especially Alyssa. Even James, who was an okay guy, if a little cocky, but overall they were all good people.

One of your favorite things about Columbia was its campus and the fact that it was in the city. Walking around now, the snow glittered under all the lights, reminding you of the stars you and Peter used to watch together. You looked up at the empty sky and wondered if he could see any stars where he was now, if they reminded him of you. 

You walked into the restaurant and took off your coat. You were wearing a simple sweater dress with a high neck and a pair of ankle boots. You spotted Alyssa sitting at a table waving you over and you smiled as you walked towards her. 

“Hey everyone,” you took a seat beside Alyssa. Directly across from you, James shot you a grin.

“Hey Y/N, we’re still waiting on Nikki and Gavin,” Alyssa said. Her phone dinged and she checked it before saying, “That was her, they’ll be here in 5.”

Conversations flowed around the table and soon, Nikki and Gavin arrived. Everyone was laughing and having a great time and when the waiter arrived to take your orders, it took you a second to notice.

“Let me guess your order,” James leaned over the table with a small smile as the waitress started going around the table. 

You grinned. “Go ahead.”

“Hmm…” he opened up the menu in front of him and pointed to a listing of words. “Shrimp?”

Laughing, you shook your head. “No.”

“Okay, okay. Are you vegan? Any food allergies I should know about?” He wondered. 

“I’m getting the Fettucini Alfredo, what about you?” The way he gasped you thought you’d asked him to take his pants off right then and there. 

He shook his head, “I can’t believe you ruined the game. I was supposed to guess Y/N.”

You winced. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright, have you ever tried their steak?” He gave you one of his infamous smiles, “It’s great.”

“No actually, I haven’t been here before.”

“Really? Alright wait,” he held up a hand and turned his head. You hadn’t even realized the waitress had gotten to you. “I’ll have the ribeye, medium rare. And same for her,” he pointed towards you. 

You stared as the waitress turned toward you. “Any sides?”

“Um, the seasoned fries with a cherry coke please.” You weren’t really sure what to order anymore, James had just completely thrown you off. 

When the waitress finished up and walked away to hand your orders in, James turned toward you again. “You’re gonna love it, you’ll see.”

Jokes were shared around the whole table throughout the whole dinner and you were glad you got to have a night like this before finals week. James kept asking what you thought about the steak and while you didn’t hate it, you didn’t love it either. It wasn’t what you had wanted. But you didn’t want to hurt his feelings so you smiled and told him it was great. 

By the end of the night, you were stuffed and ready to go home. “You sure you don’t wanna join? Nikki said she hooked up with one of the security guards once and she thinks she could get us into the VIP section.” You had just finished paying for your food and Alyssa was currently trying to convince you to head over to some club with them. And you might’ve been tempted if your phone hadn’t just buzzed in your hands. When you looked down you saw that it was a message. From Peter. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest. He texted you. 

“Sorry Lyss, I’m not up for it,” you made a face, “I’m pretty sure I’m about to start my period and I’m feeling a little off.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the complete truth. 

She nodded in understanding. She pulled you in for a hug, “Alright, well if you need anything, let me know. And if you change your mind, the address was sent in the group chat.”

You smiled at her when you pulled away. Alyssa had the sweetest soul of anyone you’d met and you were glad to call her a friend. “I will thank you, and that goes for you too. If you need a ride or anything, let me know and I’ll come pick you up. And turn on your location.”

“Already done,” she grinned. You returned the grin and said your last goodbyes to everyone before making your way to the door, you were itching to step outside and open your phone. But instead, a hand gripped your shoulder. You turned around to see James smirking as he looked at you.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked. 

You nodded, “Not really up for clubbing tonight, but you guys have fun!” You made to pull away but he held you back.

“You sure,” he furrowed his brows, “it’s not that late. If you come, you don’t even have to stay long.”

Smiling, you nodded again. “Yeah, I’m sure. Thanks for asking though.”

“Anytime,” he shot you another grin but…it wasn’t quite right. He still looked handsome as ever, sure, but if you didn’t know any better you’d think he looked a little disappointed. “Well, have a good night Y/N.”

“You too James, bye.” You waved at him and walked out the door without looking back. As soon as you were out the door, your phone was opened and in your messages app, opening you and Peter’s chat. 

hey ace, how’ve you been?

hey pete <3 i’ve been good, just finished dinner with some friends. what about you ?

that’s nice I hope you had a good time.

i’m good thanks. 

actually i wanted to ask what your plans for winter break are

nothing actually, you ?

i’m coming back home and i was wondering if i could see you

Your heart almost stopped. He wanted to see you.

You tried not to get your hopes up, it probably meant nothing. Obviously, you were still friends, or friendly, and maybe he just wanted to catch up. You could only share so much over text. Or maybe….maybe he’s been missing you just as much as you’ve been missing him and he’s realized all this was a big dumb mistake. 

Maybe you were getting your hopes up. 

i’d love that

when do you get here ?

You two stayed texting back and forth your whole walk home. He sent you a picture of his ticket and told you he and May would love to have you over the next day. You couldn’t fight the giddy smile that took over your face. You were ecstatic he reached out to you and you realized your texts together had probably been off because he was nervous. You knew how anxious he could get sometimes, and you hoped you could resolve that when you saw each other. 

You settled in your dorm that night with your heart full and your face lit up. You hadn’t felt this overjoyed in a long time. You wondered what made him bite the bullet and ask, but you could ask him that when you see him. God, you were gonnasee him. This was all you’d been wanting since the summer and now the opportunity just fell into your lap.

You sat on your bed and fell asleep staring out the window with a smile on your face. 

Graduation was right around the corner. The last week of school was a blur. Everyone was throwing parties, teachers were cutting you extra slack, and people who’d never hung out once in the four years they went to school together were all over each other now. It was sweet in a way. As much as you’d all complained and whined about everything, there was a sense of familiarity here, with each other, a community that was coming to an end and it was nice seeing people try to savor it while they could.

Peter had gotten into Duke. You were beyond excited and proud of him and you knew he was excited as well. But you couldn’t help the tiniest part of your brain that selfishly wondered what that meant for you. And honestly, you were scared to ask. 

Peter hadn’t brought up anything about your relationship changing or anything else of the sort, so you thought he’d come to the same conclusion you had; you were going to try to do long distance. 

Sure, it might be hard but honestly, it was better for you than the alternative, which was ending things. You would definitely choose long-distance over that. So you tried not to worry too much, he was probably thinking exactly like you. 

You were sat in a booth at an ice cream parlor with MJ and Ned sitting across from you, and Peter beside you, arm slung over your shoulder. He’d been acting a little weird lately and you hoped this would help cheer him up, it was probably all those end-of-the-year jitters. You were all laughing together, going over all your (least) favorite memories from school.

“Who remembers when Flash brought all those stink sprays to school?” Peter said. 

“Oh my god,” Ned started in his seat. “Some kid tripped over his backpack in fifth period and set them all off! The whole class smelled so bad they made us evacuate!”

Everyone cracked up but Ned wasn’t having it. He shook his head quickly, brows furrowed in confusion. “Why are you laughing? It’s not funny! I smelled so bad my mom wouldn’t let me in the house, she made me rinse with the hose in our front yard!”

That just made you all laugh even harder. “Oh my god,” you wheezed out. “I can’t breathe.”

MJ reached across the table and grabbed your hand. Looking you dead in the face with a serious expression she said, “Breathe girl.”

The whole table roared with laughter again. “Why did he have all those bottles of stink spray anyway?” wondered MJ.

“Knowing Flash he probably thought it was cologne,” grumbled Peter, making you laugh again.

 Once you’d quieted down Ned leaned back in his spot and sighed. “I’m really gonna miss this.”

You looked around, trying to fully take in this moment. You had no doubt you would all manage to stay in touch but when was the next time you would all be hanging out like this? MJ was headed to Sarah Lawrence, Ned was going to MIT, you (of course) were going to Columbia, and Peter was going to Duke. Five hundred miles away from where you were going to be. 8 hours 27 minutes and 36 seconds.

Sure in the grand scheme of things, you were all still relatively close to each other but…you’d have separate lives. For so long your lives were so intertwined with each other’s and now, you’d have to fight to keep that connection otherwiseyou’d lose it. You reached under the table and grabbed Peter’s free hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You would fight.

Peter squeezed your hand and you leaned in closer to him. “I’m gonna miss it too,” he said in a soft voice. 

“Not me, I can’t fucking wait to get out of there. You guys keep talking though.” MJ said straight-faced making you giggle. You were thankful for her brutal honesty cause you were pretty sure if the conversation kept going in the other direction, it would end with you crying, and you didn’t want that. 

The group of you finished your ice cream while talking, got even more ice cream, talked some more, and suddenly you could see the sun setting outside.

“Holy fuck,” you muttered, shoveling a spoon of double chocolate chip into your mouth. “I really thought we’ve only been here for five minutes.”

“Well, now we know what you need to work on before college, Y/N. Your time awareness, we’ve been here for hours.” MJ smirked. 

You all laughed except Peter, who squeezed your shoulder and frowned. “She doesn’t need to work on anything, she’sperfect.”

You smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek, “Thank you, Petey.”

He grinned cheekily at you, “Anytime, Ace.”

Mj rolled her eyes and cut you off with a loud groan. “Oh. My. God. We get it, you are disgustingly in love.” But you didn’t miss the small smile gracing her face. 

“You’ll live,” you deadpanned.

She grumbled something you couldn’t make out but before you could ask her what it was, Ned’s phone started ringing. He picked it up and answered.

“Hey mom…already? But…” his voice quieted down. “Ok, ok I’m sorry. Yes, ma’am. Bye.”

He hung up and you were all quiet for a moment before he said, “I changed my mind, I’m so ready for college.”

He dropped his head into his hands, grumbling about something like it’s not funny! while you all laughed. Finally, he stood up. “I actually really do have to go though.”

You all stood up as well, saying your goodbyes. “Yeah I think we should get going too, what do you think?” Peter asked you.

You nodded as you pulled away from your hug with Ned. “I still need to pick up my cap and gown from the dry cleaners.”

Ned nodded, “I got mine earlier today.” You high-fived him and he walked over to Peter and you watched as they did their complicated handshake. They’d claimed otherwise when you’d said exactly that, stating it was just advanced, which you’d said was just geek for complicated. 

You snorted as they did their little finger guns. “Dorks,” you muttered. But you loved it. 

“You can say that again,” MJ agreed, and you knew she loved it too. Staring at her for a few seconds, you launched at her with your arms open and pulled her into a tight hug. She tensed up right away. “I know of your aversion to physical touch, but right now I don’t care,” you murmured, “you’re my best friend and I love you.”

To your surprise, she relaxed into your hold and even hugged you back. “I know I give you a lot of shit,” she whispered back, “but I love you too. All of you. And I’m gonna miss you like crazy.”

“We’re definitely gonna hang out, like all the time, don’t even worry about it.” You reassured her. It was already a pain that Peter would be so far away, you weren’t going to take your closer friends for granted.

She hugged you tighter, “I’m gonna hold you to that Y/L/N.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Jones,” you pulled away and gave her a wicked grin which she returned. Peter approached the two of you, placing a hand on your shoulder he said, “Ned just left.”

“Bye Parker,” she held out a closed fist for him to bump with his, “you’re pretty decent. She bumps you up to Okay.” She nodded towards you which made you blow her a kiss. 

Peter chuckled as he fist-bumped her. “Thanks, MJ, I actually think you’re pretty great.”

She nodded, “Yeah, whatever. Still pretty decent.” She moved past you guys and waved as she exited through the door. 

Peter sighed and leaned his head over to press a kiss to your hairline. “Hey,” you started, “at least you're ‘pretty decent’ Ifeel like it could’ve been worse.”

“That’s actually exactly what I was thinking,” he said as the two of you walked out of the ice cream shop. You laughed and leaned in closer to him. “I’m not ‘pretty decent’ to you am I?”

You looked up at him seriously, “Do you think I’d be here right now if you were?”

Peter laughed and you could see those crinkles around his eyes that you loved so much. You always measured how good your jokes were by how deep they were and right now, they were pretty deep.

He squeezed your shoulder, “Whatcha staring at Ace?”

You shook your head, “Nothing, you’re just really pretty Peter Parker.”

You could see him blush out of the corner of your eye and it made you smirk. He smiled again, deep and beautiful as ever, and the crinkles were back. “I think you’re prettier Ace.”

Shaking your head, you smiled, “Not a chance pretty boy, you’ve got me beat.”

Peter’s face turned beet red at the nickname and you knew you won. “Hey,” he said in a voice that let you know he was trying to change the subject, “you what you said to MJ back there? Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“Well, you told her she’s your best friend.”

“Okay…” you trailed off as you weren’t quite sure what he was trying to get at.

“Well, I thought I was your best friend.” That made you smile, but when you looked up at him again he was doing the opposite and you just wanted to kiss it away. 

“Petey,” you said softly. You would’ve laughed if he hadn’t genuinely looked so dejected. “You are my best friend and so is she. It’s like how Ned is your best friend, but that doesn’t mean I’m not your best friend too. I think a person can have more than one best friend.”

He frowned and it was obvious your answer didn’t appease him. “Ned is not my best friend.”

Your mouth fell open. “What?! Of course, he is Peter, what are you talking about?”

He shook his head, “But he doesn’t outrank you. He’s my friend but you’re more.”

Now it was your turn to frown, “Outrank? This isn’t a competition sweetie. Where’s this coming from?”

He sighed and paused his walking. You leaned in and pressed a palm to the side of his face. “Peter,” you pressed in a gentle voice. 

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to your palm before sighing again. “I’m sorry, that was stupid, it didn’t even make sense. It’s just…everything is changing, y’know? And I’m scared. ”

Your heart twisted. “I know Pete, it is scary. But we still have each other, this doesn’t have to change anything. I’ll always be here for you no matter what, no matter how far away you are. Plus, we still have all summer before we have to worry about that.” You gave him a small smile. Peter stared at you for a moment and the silence made you anxious. His eyes looked sad like he was already saying goodbye. Finally, he leaned in and kissed your forehead.

"Promise me no matter what, you'll remember I'll always be your friend."

Your brows furrowed but you agreed. "Of course, I promise."

He blew out a long breath and pulled you into a hug, “I love you, Ace. Always.”

“I love you too Peter.”

Today was the day.

Today was the day that the past twelve years of your life had led to. All those sleepless nights, insanely late nights, hours upon hours spent hunched over books and worksheets and essays. This is what they were for. 

You had woken up early to get ready, but also because you couldn’t sleep you were too excited. You had already done your hair and makeup and were scrolling on your phone until it was time to get dressed when a message from Peter popped up on your screen. 

morning ace ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

MORNING !!!!!!!

excited huh?

SUPER !!!!!

i love you

cant wait to see you

The plan was for Peter and May to come over and take photos before you all left for the actual ceremony. 

I LOVE YOU MORE XOXO

literally, what are you waiting for come over right now 

way ahead of you

Right after you read the text there was a tap on your window, making you jump in surprise. You rushed over and pushed it open, letting him in. 

“Hey Ace,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“That was quick,” you replied. 

He sat on your bed and patted the spot next to him signaling for you to sit as well. Taking up the spot beside him, you grinned at him and leaned in to pinch his cheeks. “What’s wrong Petey? Aren’t you happy you’re graduating?”

He smiled but his eyes didn’t crinkle like they normally do. “Hey,” you pressed with a gentler voice, “sweetie is something wrong? You can tell me.”

He blew out a breath and fell back onto your sheets. “I don’t know how.”

You played on your stomach and propped yourself up on your elbows, “That’s okay, we can figure that out together,” you ran a hand through his hair, admiring the softness of his curls. You always liked it like this, and when he got it cut, he’d started to keep it a little longer than he used to because he knew you liked it. 

He looked up at you and you realized how tired his eyes looked, he must’ve been spending more time on patrol lately. You made a mental note to make sure he spent the rest of the summer sleeping well.

“How did I get so lucky to have you?” He murmured and you felt your face heat up at his words. 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “wished upon a star maybe?”

He grinned. “Maybe, because there's no way you’re not magical.”

You matched his expression as you leaned down and pecked his lips softly. When you moved to pull away his lips chased yours, refusing to let you go that simply. 

Somehow, you don’t even remember how, you’d moved and suddenly you were straddling his hips and his hands cupped your ass. You moved one of your hands up to his hair, letting your fingers slightly tug at his curls, making him groan into your mouth. 

You could feel his hands gently pulling you down and you obliged, grinding on him as your lips attacked each other. All of a sudden, those same hands on you were being used to flip you over and the next thing you knew, Peter was towering over you, panting, lips plump and red, face flushed, and eyes hazy.

You pulled him back down but there was a knock at your door, making you both jump. Quickly, you held up a finger to Peter’s lips, making sure he didn’t make a sound.

“Y/N honey, are you up?”

“Yes Mom!”

“Alright, well get dressed and come out for some breakfast, we’re gonna need to leave soon.”

“Okay I’ll be right out.” You waited until you heard her footsteps retreating before you moved your finger. “Sorry about that.” You whispered. 

“It’s fine Ace,” he smiled and leaned down to press kisses all over your face and neck. You giggled but then remembered he came over for a reason. 

Pulling him back by the hair, “Wait, Pete, what was it you wanted to tell me?”

He stared at you in shock, as if he couldn’t believe you remembered. “No um, actually, it can wait. Go eat breakfast,” he kissed right beneath your ear, “I’ll see you in a little bit.”

You grabbed him and pulled him in for one more long kiss. “I love you,” you smiled sweetly at him, “and I’m so proud of you.”

He stared at you for a moment before he grabbed both your hands in his, “I love you so much Ace, and I need you to know that please.” His expression was almost pained, as if the thought of you doubting him for even a second caused physical hurt. 

“Of course I know that Pete,” you frowned slightly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” He smiled. Or tried to smile, because once again those crinkles beside his eyes that you loved so much weren’t there, and you had a feeling there was something he wasn’t telling you. But you trusted him, if there wassomething that needed to be said, he would’ve said it.

“Okay,” you leaned in and kissed him, “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye Ace,” he said and walked to the window before crawling on the wall. The first time you’d seen him pull out that trick you’d told him he looked like a lizard. 

Finishing getting dressed, you stepped out to have a quick breakfast so you could see Peter faster. Soon, Peter and May were in your apartment and she and your parents were all fawning over the two of you. Peter had given her his camera and she was on picture duty for the day since he would be occupied. 

“Okay enough,” you said, taking off your cap and situating your hair. “It’s graduation you guys, not prom. Enough with the poses.”

“Oh, we all remember that,” Peter rolled his eyes making you smirk. The three of them had driven you guys insane with all the poses, the fussing, your dad’s jokes. And you and Peter had surely antagonized them to no end, rolling your eyes and grumbling. It was almost like being split into teams, sometimes, and you found it disgustingly cute how May got along so well with your parents and you and Peter always had each other’s backs. 

“We should probably get going, we don’t want to be late,” your mom spoke up and you shot her a grateful look. 

Peter looked at you. “You’re riding with me?”

Grinning, you answered, “Duh. I’ve got the playlist completely ready.”

He beamed at you and held out a hand, “Let’s go graduate Ace.” You took his hand and shot a smile over your shoulder towards the rest of your group. “See you!” 

“Be safe!” You heard your Mom yell at the same time May said, “Drive carefully Pete!” But you and Peter were bounding down the stairs, your faces lit up like the 4th of July.

“Do you have the keys?” You asked him once you stepped out the door of the building. He smirked at you, “I thought we get there another way,” he flexed his wrists. 

“Absolutely not, Peter.” You backed away from him, “Possibly the worst time to swing anywhere.”

He laughed and grabbed your hand, pulling you into his hold, “Relax Ace, I was only joking.” He fished out the keys to May’s car from his pocket and waved them in front of you. “I can’t wait to hear your playlist.” He dropped to give you a kiss before leading you to the passenger’s side door and opening it for you. 

“Good,” you smiled as you pulled your seatbelt on and reached for the aux cord. “‘Cause I’ve been working on this for weeks.”

Peter just smiled from beside you and started up the car as you pulled up your playlist. “Okay, I know this probably fits more for after graduation, but I’ve been dying to play it so we’re listening to it now and on the ride home,” you informed him before pressing play on ‘The Spins’ by Mac Miller.

“Whatever you want Ace,” he said as he placed his hand on the head of your seat, turned his head, and turned the wheel as he backed out. Blood rushed to your face as he pulled the car out of its designated parking spot. “But I wanna hear that One Republic song.”

You knew which one he meant. “Already in the playlist and cued up to play next pretty boy.”

He smiled softly and shot you a look from the corner of his eye, “You’re absolutely perfect, y’know that Ace?” Reaching over the center console, he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. 

You lifted your enjoined hands and pressed a kiss to his. “I know, and you’re not too bad yourself Peter Parker.”

He squeezed your hand and held it tight for the rest of the ride as you sang your heart out as if he was scared that when he let go, he wouldn’t have the privilege anymore.

When you arrived at the school, Peter rushed out to open your door and the two of walked hand in hand to the auditorium where all the students were to be gathered until they walked out to the football field where the ceremony was being held.

Entering the auditorium, the place was flooding with students and as soon as you saw MJ you were flying out of Peter’s grip and pulling her into another big hug. 

“There’s gonna be a lot of these,” you warned her. 

“You wouldn’t be you if there weren’t,” she remarked but held you just as tight. 

The two of you took a seat over by the chairs while Ned and Peter hung out closer to the doors. As you were talking with MJ you noticed that it looked like they were in a deep, heated conversation and…were you crazy or did Ned keep glancing at you?

“Any idea what they’re up to?” You nudged MJ and jutted your chin in their direction. 

“Probably talking about how their bromance will make it through thick and thin,” she rolled her eyes but when she noticed you still staring confusedly in their direction she placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Relax Y/N, really, I’m sure it’s fine.”

You could’ve mentioned how Peter had been acting weird for weeks now, that he always seemed to be in a different placelike something constantly plagued his mind. You were sure if anyone had noticed it would’ve been MJ since there was no one you knew who was quite as observant as her. You could’ve mentioned these things and tried to gauge her opinion on it, but just as you were contemplating whether or not you should, your principal walked in and started guiding you all to the doors. It was time. 

As students began filing out into the hallways, it was hard to keep track of anyone in the wide array of blue caps and gowns. You had a funny thought of how it kind of looked like a tsunami. 

You needed to find Peter and wish him luck one last time, the poor boy had been basically losing his mind for the past few weeks leading up to today and you wanted to make sure he was alright. Standing on your tiptoes looking around while everyone moved ahead, you finally spotted him.

Shoving your way through the bodies you made your way right beside him. “Hey!”

He jumped a little, looking paler than he did before and your heart deflated seeing how affected he was by today. “God, Ace. Scared me.”

“All those super senses and for what? Anyway, listen,” you placed your hand on your shoulder and pushed him so the two of you were to the side of the hallway and the rest of the line moved freely. 

“Peter, are you okay?” You asked in a more serious voice, hoping he would just come out and tell you what had been bothering him.

You had no idea why but his face got even whiter. “What do you mean? I’m fine.” He chuckled nervously. 

You sighed and gave him a big hug. “It’s gonna be fine Pete, pretty soon we’re gonna be high school graduates driving home.” You grinned up at him. 

He tried to reciprocate, he really did, but you could see the strain on his face while he did, which only tugged on your heart more.

“I know Ace,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “come on, we have to take our seats soon, I don’t want you getting in trouble.”

You wanted to make a joke about how you weren’t sure you could even get in trouble anymore, but it felt like the wrong time. As the two of you walked onto the field, you kept looking up at him but he wouldn’t meet your eyes. You couldn’t wait for this to just be over so you could get your Peter back. 

There was a stage set up at the head of the field, with chairs flanking each end and a podium in the middle. The stage faced all the chairs for the graduating students, which is where you would be in a minute, and the bleachers, which werebehind them, were where all the friends and family were sitting. 

Peter walked you to your assigned seat and you pulled him into one last hug, “I’m proud of you Petey.”

He squeezed you so tight you wondered if he knew you’d be seeing each other right after this ceremony. “I’m prouder than you’ll ever know Ace.”

You waved him off with a smile on your face as he made his way through the crowd. You took a deep breath as you sat down, in a few minutes, your principal was up there giving some speech that you zoned out of in favor of finding your friends in the mass of blue all around you. 

You found MJ with no problem and she flipped you off as soon as she caught your eyes, and you gave her heart hands and a cheesy grin in return. Ned wasn’t far from her and you gave a little wave which he returned with a sad half-smile. Weird…but it was Ned so you didn’t take it to heart. 

When you saw Peter he was already gazing at you with an unreadable expression. Hoping to ease him up a little, you sent a storm of air kisses and you watched as he laughed and pretended to catch them all. 

Pretty soon they were calling the names. You clapped for everyone, cheering a little for kids you were closer with, but going all out for your closest friends. 

When MJ was called up you were hollering like a maniac, smashing your hands together as hard as you could. When it was Ned’s turn you whistled as loud as you could and when Peter was called up, you jumped up, lifted your hands over your head, and screamed. 

You watched his knowing smile as he made his way across the stage, he’d heard you, and after he’d trapped his diplomahe caught you staring and mouthed an ‘I love you’. You smiled happily as you blew him more air kisses. 

You didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed at all. Everyone was going the extra mile to cheer on their friends and whileyou might’ve tried to be less obnoxious on any other occasion, it was your graduation and Peter deserved some obnoxious cheering for how much he’d been stressing lately.

When it was your turn the cheering was returned tenfold. Peter, Ned, MJ, and all your other friends were clapping and yelling for you. You spotted your parents sitting with May in the back and you waved to the three of them excitedly. You heard Peter give an extremely loud whistle as you grabbed your diploma and shook hands with your teacher, which made you grin absurdly. By the time you made it back to your seat your face hurt from smiling so much.

You were buzzing with excitement as you waited for it all to be over so you could go and celebrate with everyone. It seemed like a lifetime till you heard the huge “Congratulations!’ on the speakers and everyone was standing up and throwing their caps into the air. 

The atmosphere was amazing, everyone was buzzing with an energy different than you’d ever felt before and you knew right then, you’d always look back fondly at this moment right now. 

MJ was beside you in an instant and you almost burst into tears at the fact that she was the one to hug you this time. “You were taking too long,” she mumbled and you felt a few tears slip out. 

Soon Ned and Peter were on the two of you and you shoved into a big group hug, which had MJ rolling her eyes. “I only wanted her,” she stated, but you knew that wasn’t true. 

You slipped out when you noticed Ned and MJ congratulating each other and took that as your chance to tackle Peter in a huge bear hug. 

“You finally did it!” You laughed, arms hooked around his neck as he lifted you slightly. 

“We did it, Ace,” he said and you almost melted into a puddle right then when you pulled away and noticed he was smiling. The crinkles were back. 

But they didn’t last long. 

The two of you made your way over to where your parents and May were awaiting you and they all pulled you into a fierce hug. Your mom was a mess and you tried to calm her down telling her if she didn’t stop, you’d be crying right beside her. Your dad was a little more composed but you could still see the emotion on his face. “I’m really proud of you kiddo.” He mumbled as he held you tight. 

“Thank you, Dad,” you sniffled a little. You were barely out of that when May was crushing you with her arms, making you laugh. She was always good at that, cheering you up. 

“I can’t believe you just graduated high school!” She said in disbelief. “I know,” you replied equally as confused. 

Laughing, she pulled you in tighter and pulled Peter in as well. When you looked up at him he looked a little green in the face, making worry flood through you completely. What could it possibly be now? You had yourself convinced, and he did too, that it was just nerves about graduation, that the celebration was reminding him of the reality of growing up and your lives truly starting was hitting him a little harder. You thought that once it happened he’d relax a little and give himself a little time to breathe. Apparently not.

You pulled him away once you weren’t out of May’s grasp and she was talking with your parents. “Peter,” you whispered, your voice filled with worry for him, “you have to tell me what’s going on.”

“Yeah,” he croaked, eyes turning slightly red which didn’t help your anxiety at all. You watched as he stared past you andwhen you followed his trail of sight, you saw May staring at the two of you with a solemn expression. 

Oh no.

You knew in your heart what was about to happen, and yet you wished with everything in you that it wouldn’t. 

“Come on,” he mumbled, grabbing your hand and leading you back towards the school. You followed him wordlessly as he opened the door and pulled back into the halls, the same halls you had comforted him just a bit ago, before the two of you had officially graduated you realized. 

“Peter,” you repeated, a little breathless this time because no, there was no way. He couldn’t be doing this right now, not…not after everything. 

“Ace,” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. 

“Peter,” you repeated but your voice was harder this time, letting him know that you were done with him beating around the bush. If he was going to do this, he could come right out and say it. 

“I leave in 2 days,” he said quickly. It felt like a slap to the face.

“What do you mean?” Your brain couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. 

He continued as if he hadn’t heard your question, avoiding your eyes as he did so. “Well technically I leave tomorrow, but I arrive the day after so…? I’m not really sure what—”

“Peter!”

He sighed and grabbed your hands, looking you in the face. “Ace, I am so sorry, like so, so, sorry. I wanted to tell you sooner I really did, and I tried! But every time it felt like it would just ruin everything and I couldn’t, I couldn’t ruin it, so I waited and—”

“Peter I swear to god if you don’t tell me exactly what the fuck you're talking about I will leave your fucking imprint on one of these lockers.”

You watched him gulp and you felt a strange sort of satisfaction seeing how you scared him. “I’m leaving,” he said in a quieter tone. “I got accepted into one of Duke's scientific summer programs and I leave tomorrow.”

It felt like a fucking punch to the gut.

“What program,” you said in disbelief, your mind reeling with all this information. “You never said anything about a program.” You looked up at him with a hurt expression. 

“Ace, you’ve got to believe me when I tell you I thought I had no fucking shot getting in, I mean,” he squeezed your hands as he spoke, “really. You should see how exclusive these things are. I wasn’t even going to apply but the dude who gave me my tour around campus convinced me, and then I forgot about it until I got the email, and—”

You shook your head quickly, trying to comprehend everything. “Wait but your tour was months ago.” You looked up at him. “When did you find out you got in?”

His eyes widened and your heart fell at the realization that he’d been keeping this from you for so long. When he didn’t answer you pushed “When Peter?”

“Not that long, I promise, probably a few weeks but I just—it’s been driving me crazy how to bring this up. There was no right time, I mean, I didn’t want to do it before graduation—”

“Well how thoughtful of you to wait till right after,” you snapped back. “No, really, didn’t even give me a chance to get out of the cap and gown!” You pulled away from him and scoffed, not wanting to be anywhere near him.

“Come on Ace, please,” he pleaded, and you dropped your head into your hands. You didn’t want to cry, today was supposed to be a happy day, and it had been! Before all this. 

“When do you leave?” You whispered. You were sure he’d mentioned it but you were also sure your head wasn’t working right. 

“Tomorrow. At night,” he spoke in an equally quiet voice, as if the softer the sound waves, the softer the blow they would deliver. That wasn’t true. 

You held back a sob.

“When do you get back?” An equally important question.

“I…I don’t. The program ends as soon as school starts…May’s shipping my things there.”

It felt as if he was physically tearing your heart out of your chest and stomping on it.

One day. All this time you’d been shoving away dealing with the reality of the situation because you wanted to be able to enjoy your summer, because you believed you still had summer left together and now he was taking that from you. It didn’t even feel like he had pulled the rug out from under your feet it felt as if he had shattered the whole ground. 

“Congratulations Peter,” you said sincerely. This was breaking your heart but deny that this was an amazing opportunity. If anyone in the world deserved it, it would be him. 

“Ace wait,” he moved in front of you, grabbing your chin and lifting it so you had to see his sad face. You wished he hadn’t, you didn’t want to watch him cry. “Please don’t be upset, I won't be able to go if you're mad at me.”

“Well I am upset Peter! Not that you got in, I’m so excited for you, but you didn’t tell me, and you leave tomorrow!” Your voice broke and you could stop the tears as they flooded your eyes and streamed down your face. How could this be happening? Everything was perfect and now this?

Peter pulled you into his arms, “Please don’t cry Ace,” he begged, which in turn only made you sob harder. “I’m so sorry, so sorry,” he murmured as he kissed the side of your head.

“But this isn’t forever. I’m going to come back and I’m going to find you,” he pulled away and held you by the shoulders, making sure you were looking at him, “You’re the only person I want Ace, you’re the love of my life. And I don’t want to hold you back from the amazing life you're going to start at Columbia, I can’t have you going to your dream school with one foot out the door,

“We’re going to grow and learn, and I might not be there for all of it, but we’re going to be together eventually because I want you. This is just goodbye for now.”

You closed your eyes and savored his words. You wanted nothing more than to believe every syllable. 

“Promise?”

“Of course Ace.”

And maybe if you hadn’t been such a fool in love, maybe if you hadn’t been so desperate to hang on to anything that promised the two of you would find each other again, you would’ve known promises like that were rarely lived up to.

hey, sorry but i can’t make it back for winter break. weather issues :(

Your heart fell. 

You were so looking forward to this, seeing him again, spending time with him and May, for things to feel like they were, even if it were for a brief moment. 

You took a deep breath and stared at the two presents on your nightstand. No point in them now. You had gotten the message earlier this morning, around when he was supposed to board, but your phone had been dead.

that really sucks pete, im so sorry

maybe next time <3

He didn’t respond, the only indication you had that he’d even seen it was the little read receipt at the bottom of your text, glaring at you mockingly. You remembered sometime last year when he’d confessed you were the only person he turned them on for.

“Wait why me?”

“You can’t seriously be asking that Ace.”

“Well…I am asking.”

“Because I love you, duh.”

He hadn’t turned them off. You wondered what that meant. 

You knew you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up, knew you shouldn’t have gotten so damn excited, but…god, you really thought things were going to change.

But he had still wanted to see you, he’d still asked you to come over, and it wasn’t his fault his flight got delayed. Talking yourself up a little, you put on your shoes and coat. Grabbing your phone and the presents, you left your dorm. You were going back home, you could drop off the presents at May’s, stop by and see your parents, maybe call Peter if he was feeling up to it, let him know you really had wanted to see him and you were sorry you couldn’t.

It was cold outside and you could see your breath fogging up before you as you walked, but not of it even so much as fazed you. Hope was a beautiful thing, it could change lives, and it was so, so important. Hope was going to be what got you through this time without Peter, and it was going to be the thing that brought you back together. 

Because you believed. You believed him back on graduation. You believed that that hadn’t been the end of your story, itcouldn’t have been. You believed when he said he’d come back for you, that you were the only person he wanted, because you felt the same. And…maybe right now he physically couldn’t but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. You believed andyou hoped. With your whole heart you—

You stopped in your tracks. It felt like your breath was snatched from your lungs and was being held just above your head, so you couldn’t reach it no matter how hard you jumped. You couldn’t believe your eyes. 

Because when you turned the corner, you saw Peter walking down the street beside his Aunt, laughing like he hadn’t justcompletely shattered your heart. 

What?

You scurried backward, still unable to catch your breath but thankfully aware enough to make sure you got out of the way before either of them could spot you. 

Leaning against the wall of the building behind you, you finally let out a breath, watching silently as it floated and then dissipated before you. He was here…

And he didn’t want to see you. 

You tried to rationalize it as you looked around, it was clearly snowing, and it was getting thicker by the hour. So it wasn’t far-fetched that his flight really was canceled, plus he had sent you that message earlier this morning, so it was equally possible that he might’ve boarded after all, or found another flight altogether. 

And maybe through all that commotion, he had forgotten to update you. Highly unlikely since you’d never known Peter to forget anything, especially when it came to you. But…you’d also never known Peter to lie, not without good reason at least, like about being Spider-Man, or that time Ned got him a birthday gift he didn’t really like, but said he loved it anyway, or any other time he’d lied for the sake of either keeping someone safe, either emotionally, physically, or both. 

He didn’t tell you, and it hurt. But something deep inside you trusted him. Maybe it was naive, maybe it was wishful thinking and nothing more but you knew Peter. You’d know him his whole life and never once would you think he purposefully did something to hurt you, hurt your feelings, or anyone’s actually. 

Looking down at the wrapped-up present you held, your heart tugged a little. You’d gotten him a Lego set, it was a Map of the Constellations Lego set and it was customizable, so you’d made sure it had all of the ones he’s taught you about. The ones you’d stayed staring at for hours on that hill, talking about everything. It even came with customizable Lego people, which you’d made look like you and Peter (or as much like you as you could with Lego bits), and a little telescope.

You felt like a total idiot.

You could’ve gone anyway, could’ve walked right up those stairs, could’ve said you were there to visit your parents andPeter wasn’t the only thing waiting for you here. But while you may have been feeling idiotic, you weren’t a completeidiot. You knew when you were unwanted. Even if he had just forgotten, if he really wanted you there, he would’ve remembered. And he didn’t.

You were tired when you got back to your dorm. Dropping off the presents, (Peter’s going under the bed, you didn’t want to see it at all, and May’s going on your desk. You’d take it with you when you went to exchange gifts with your parents). It was empty and you were thankful that Lindsay wasn’t there. She was a sweet girl, very bubbly, and you could definitelysee the two of you being friends if you ever got to spend more time with her, but for tonight, you just wanted to be alone. 

The end of your bed was against a window and you were grateful for it. Ever since things went south with Peter, you ended most nights sitting at the window. You didn’t know what it was, but you always found yourself looking up at the sky. Maybe it was the fact that anytime you needed him, he would be out your window in minutes, if not seconds. It could be that the sky always reminded you of him. But you figured the simplest answer was probably the right one. You missed him.

 It didn’t matter which window, it didn’t matter where you were, sometimes in certain buildings you could barely see the sky. Most times, you couldn’t see any stars at all. Almost every time. But it didn’t matter. Without fail, every night youwould look out the window.

Maybe you’d see him swinging around, maybe you’d catch a glimpse of those stars you both had loved so much. You weren’t really sure what you were waiting to catch. You silently hoped the silence on both ends meant nothing and he still felt the same. You hoped he meant what he’d said to you all those months ago, that he really would come back and find you. Even more, you hoped that what had happened that night was a dumb mistake, or at the very least had a solid excuse to back it up. You knew teenage romances were almost always doomed, but isn’t that why you’d broken things off? So you both could grow, and earn perspective, learn more about yourselves, and when you met again, you’d share everything you’d learned. Every new experience that had ultimately led to the reunion of the two of you. You could handle this for now, the not being together, if it meant you could have him later. That all this waiting and hoping wasn’t for nothing. You had to hope that even though you were leading different lives, in different galaxies, you both clung to the same dreams, otherwise you’d already lost him. 

You supposed that’s what you sought comfort in every night. You’d look up at the sky and know it was the same one that blanketed him, wherever he was. You shared the moon, the stars, and your hearts. 

You were always a dreamer, a hoper. So without fail, every night, you’d turn on your lamp and sit by the window. 

read part 3 here!

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A Night with Izu

Third year Izuku x male reader!! (same age.)

A/N: This was requested on our wattpad. Hope you enjoy!!

It was your typical day at U.A High School, and Class 3-A busy with activities. Izuku was busy training with his classmates, pushing himself to become the greatest hero he could be. However, amidst all the hustle and bustle, something caught the attention of his friends.

As they gathered in the common room after training, Mina noticed a notification pop up on Izuku’s phone, which was lying on the table. Curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned in to read the message. Her eyes widened in surprise as she read ‘Can’t wait to see you this weekend love!’ -Y/N.

“Uh, Midoriya?” Mina called out, trying to sound casual before her excitement got the better of her. “Who’s Y/N?!” she called out, a small grin on her lips.

Izuku just returned from the kitchen, holding his glass of water in his hand tightly, almost dropping it. His face turned red. “Uh, It’s… uhm, well…”

Kaminari perked up, he was always up for gossip. He grinned and chimed in. “Come on, Midoriya! Spill the beans! Do you have a boyfriend?”

The room went silent as everyone turned to look at Izuku. He nervously fidgeted with his hands, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, I do..” he admitted softly.

Within seconds, a bunch of questions erupted from his classmates.

“How long have you been together?” Uraraka asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“How did you meet?” inquired Iida, adjusting his glasses.

“What’s he like?” Todoroki asked, his expression calm, but his interest piped.

As questions followed each other, Izuku took a deep breath, trying to answer to the best of his ability. “A year nearly now. We met at a convention; he was showcasing his art last year. He’s really talented and popular.” he smiled

“That’s so cool!” Mina exclaimed, letting a soft laugh fall from her lips. “You should invite him over sometime.” She hummed out.

Izuku smiled shyly, reaching a hand up as he rubbed the nape of his neck. “Actually, he’s coming to visit this weekend..” he trailed off, his friends filled with excitement, continuing to ask questions throughout the rest of the week.

The weekend came quickly, and Y/N arrived at U.A, excited to see his boyfriend. He was greeted by All Might in the teacher’s room. 

“Welcome to U.A, young man.” Toshinori spoke up with a small smile. “Midoirya speaks very highly of you. It’s good that he has someone like you.”

“Thank you, All Might.” Y/N replied, feeling a bit starstruck. “It’s an honour to meet the symbol of peace himself..” he whispered.

“Likewise. Non-sense, no need for formalities. Call me Toshinori.” he spoke, making small talk with Y/N, impressed by his talent and rising popularity within the art industry. Eventually, he had to return to his duties, waving goodbye as he left Y/N to wait for Izuku.

Y/N pulled out his sketchbook, beginning to draw. His pencil moved deftly across the paper. He was drawing a detailed and dynamic piece featuring Izuku in action. The drawing depicted Izuku in his hero costume, mid-battle, with energy crackling around him as he released One For All. His expression is fierce, yet determined. Y/N added subtle details to the drawing, including a small heart in the corner, a personal touch that hindered his admiration for the other male.

“Y/N!” Izuku called out as he entered the room. 

Y/N looked up from his sketchbook, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of his boyfriend. He stood up and walked over to Izuku, pulling him into a gentle hug. "Izu," he responded fondly, holding him close for a moment.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Izuku said, his cheeks still slightly flushed from training and excitement. "I had to finish a few things in class."

"It's okay, Izu. I was just working on a new piece," Y/N replied, holding up his sketchbook to show Izuku the drawing he had been working on. The detailed and dynamic piece of art.

Izuku's eyes widened in awe. "Wow, Y/N, this is amazing!" he said softly, feeling both proud and touched by Y/N's talent and dedication.

"I'm glad you like it," Y/N said with a smile. "I wanted to capture how incredible you are as a hero."

Just then, the door opened again, and the rest of Class 1-A burst into the room, unable to contain their excitement any longer.

"There he is!" Mina exclaimed, rushing over to greet Y/N. "Welcome to U.A! We've heard so much about you!"

"Yeah, Midoriya talks about you all the time," Uraraka added with a grin.

"It's nice to finally meet you," Todoroki said, extending a hand.

Y/N shook Todoroki's hand, feeling a warm sense of belonging. "It's great to meet all of you too. Izuku has told me so much about his amazing classmates."

After a lively evening filled with laughter and stories, the energy in the common room began to wind down. One by one, Class members headed to their dorms, leaving Izuku and Y/N alone, nestled comfortably on the couch.

The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over the space. Y/N and Izuku sat close together, their bodies intertwined under a cosy blanket. Y/N’s head rested gently on Izuku’s shoulder, his breathing slow and steady.

Izuku glanced down at Y/N with a soft smile. “You know, I’m really glad you came to visit. I didn’t realise how much I missed you until now.”

Y/N looked up, his eyes shimmering with affection. “I missed you too, Izu. Being here with you and your friends, it feels like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

Izuku’s heart swelled at Y/N’s words. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the top of Y/N’s head. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he reached up to cup Izuku’s face in his hands. “And I’m lucky to have you.”

The two shared a tender kiss, their connection deepening in the quiet comfort of the common room. As they pulled away, Izuku wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling him close.

“Do you want to stay like this for a while?” Izuku asked softly, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/N nodded, snuggling closer. “I’d love that.”

Masterlist

-Written by owner 2

[mrstsugikuni]

Hi! I was one of the people who had sent an ask! Basically I had asked for a Muzan x f!reader, collge au. I had thought of Y/N losing a bet to her friends and having to kiss Muzan as a punishment. However, Muzan wants more and they end up in bed together?

Thanksss💓

Ooooooo yes yes yes yess 😍😍

I'ma have a lot of fun with this one 💪🏻

Warnings: Oral sex(Reader receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, and a possible breeding kink.

MINORS DNI!!

'What did I get myself into.. I can't believe I lost to a dumb bet and now I have to kiss Muzan.. literally the hottest guy on our campus!' I thought to myself as sweat dropped from my face class was about to be over meaning I would have to face my punishment.

There it was the bell, everyone rushed out the room except for me I was still a little nervous and don't get me wrong I've had a crush on Muzan since freshman year back in high school but he got a little distant when we got in college he's always busy so I can understand but now I have to kiss him and I was scared he would feel different and reject the kiss, but I have to do this.

I silently made my way to where he usually was over by the campus doors and before I approached him I turned around just to see my friends watching behind a tree giggling like little girls who just go their favorite doll for Christmas.

"Hey! [Name] haven't seen you in forever how have ya been?" His voice was deep yet calm and it was just so dreamy I missed his voice so much and hearing it is like music to my ears. "Oh! I've been great Muzan, and you?" I smiled at him with adoration, he was just so perfect. "Oh same old same old, always busy with something, did you need something?" That's when I remembered, The bet! The punishment! Oooh the punishment.

"Yeah actually. Um could you maybe come a little closer I have a secret for you." He nodded and leaned over to hear your "secret" and before he could get closer to your ear you kissed him. His whole face went into a state of shock before sinking into the kiss, his right hand latched behind your head and his left was on your waist keeping you in place the kiss was passionate and spicy blanded together.

After a while he pulled back a smirk plastered apon his beautiful features, his red cherry eyes staring into yours love was in his eyes but there was something else In those eyes there was something more sinister lying between his eyes. "Y'know skipping never harmed anyone especially if it was just once." His deep voice sent shivers down your spine as lust sugar coated it's way on his tongue. "I suppose just once is a innocent crime." You looked him up and down and smirked he chuckled at he wrapped his arm around you and guided you to his apartment, as the two of you walked off you flipped off your friends who were now shocked at what just happened.

Not even a second into his apartment and he was all on you leaving love bites all over your neck as he left his mark on your soft skin, the whole up the elevator was nothing but the firey passion y'all felt for each other, His lips were addictive and sweet and you couldn't get enough he was like a drug to you and you wanted more.

When the elevator stopped at his floor he picked you up, your legs wrapped around him as he ran down to his room, giggles filled the halls as he continued to run with you in his hands the giggles only stopped and we're instead replaced by a loud thud. He threw you against his room door as he struggled to get the right key out.

When the door finally opened, he took no hesitance in slamming it and running to his room and throwing you on the bed. He stopped for a while and took in the beautiful view he had of you, it was magnificent he loved every inch of your body and couldn't wait to see it with out clothes. He began to take his shirt off his toned body was a sight for sore eyes he was gorgeous, you went to repeat what he did but he stopped you. "Allow me." He grabbed the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it off, he pulled you close to his chest as he reached over your body and unclipped your bra letting it fall to the floor your boobs pressed against his chest as the passion in your eyes grew by the moment. He slowly placed you back on the bed before kneeling in front of the bed and where your clothes vagina played, he slowly took off [Clothing wear of choice] exposing your soaked panties it looked like a pool down there and he enjoyed every inch of it, before pulling your panties down as well. He stared at it for what seemed like forever not giving it any physical contact and it made you feel embarrassed. He continued to stare at it a little longer until his lips made contact with your sensitive bud sending chills up your spine from the sudden contact, his tongue danced with your clit making you feel so good and warm inside, as sweet noises erupt from your throat your hand finding it's way into his black locks and gripping it, a little a grunt could be heard as he continued to lick and suck your clitoris at a rhythm.

You can feel tight knot in your stomach as you arrive towards your climate. Your body shook out of control as the knot came undone, catching Muzan off guard as your juices covered his face. "Perhaps give me a warning next time?" He said chuckling right after taking his hand and wiping away the slick from his face.

He stood up from the kneeling position he was in, his hands reaching for his belt and the sound of metal touching as he unbuckles his belt. His eyes never leaving yours as a staring competition was started. Without even noticing his pants were lying on the floor next to him and he was stroking his cock right in front of you, his smirk only growing as he watched your eyes widen and your face turn red. He stopped stroking it and began crawling on top of you asserting his dominance. His lips leaving kisses all over your neck as he slowly aligned his cock to your pussy, Without warning he pushed his way in, just his tip was in and you knew you were in for a ride, he slowly kept making his way in sinking his cock through your tight walls. Suddenly with a swift movement he was all the way in and you felt so full, it didn't last long as you felt him slowly pull out, Your whines filled the room from the loss of his cock that was until he slammed back in and a loud yelp echoed through the room, he repeated that action keeping a rough yet slow pace. Skin slapping against skin, moans, grunts, groans, and pants were the only things that could be heard. Suddenly he flipped you over, your stomach facing the bed but your body kept upwards and your back was arched deliciously, he loved this position. Now he has access to everything better, He wasn't being slow and rough anymore he was being fast and rough his pace never resting and only getting faster. He was getting close to his climax and so we're you, his thrust were starting to get sloppy yet he kept his pace the same your moans getting more broken, your eyes were lost in the ceiling and drool ran from the corner of your mouth you were lost in pure euphoria and so was he. Yet again the knot in your stomach came undone all over his cock and your moans got so loud you knew the neighbors could hear, just hearing that moan led him to his climax, his semen filing you up from deep inside your walls painting it a lovely white color.

He kept himself inside until he knew his semen would stay in there, slowly pulling out before going to the bathroom to clean himself and prepare you two a nice warm bath to relax in.

Ok ok oml! I hope this was good cause like I had to rush it a little at the end cause I have to do stuff but I think it was really good!

OOOH I SHOULD SO DO AFTER CARE HEADCANONS FOR THE UPPER MOONS 😍😍

[asphyxiamp3]

Comfort - Yuta Okkotsu x Reader

You can feel the sunlight peer through your window, the curtain failing to conceal the bright light that sought to wake you up. Usually, you’d groan, roll over - but this time, you were too tired to care. 

You had been lying in bed for around 2 hours now, occasionally checking your phone, but most of the time was spent lying down, thinking about everything. It went from the most mundane things, such as what you had for dinner yesterday- (if you had it at all, your appetite had decreased) to the most heavy questions, pondering the meaning of life. In the middle, you had a plan. To end it all. You knew it wasn’t right, but who cares? Fuck this all.

Your thoughts were interrupted by two knocks on your dorm door. Probably because it’s been an hour since class started and you hadn’t shown up. Your classmates had texted you, but you didn’t reply. Who cared about class, anyways? It’ll end eventually. Everything ended, eventually.

Pretending to be asleep, you wait for the person outside your door to stop, and leave. Then, you’d do it. To your surprise though, the door opened quite smoothly, and you cursed remembering the fact you had forgotten to lock it before you went to sleep.

“Y/N?” A soft voice called out to you, and you recognized it to be Yuta. You didn’t know who you hoped it would be - Maki would beat your ass if you told her the reason you stayed in bed, Inumaki wouldn’t give you the words of comfort you needed, and Panda was, well, Panda. Yuta was the best option, but he was perceptive, meaning you had to tell him everything before he picked up on it himself.

Footsteps came closer to your bed, and stopped close to it. “Y/N, class started a while ago. You weren’t responding to your texts.” You didn’t reply, you just kept silent, hoping that he’d abandon you and leave you to rot. But maybe…

“Yeah. I saw them.” You spoke, more aggressive than you wanted it to be. You could see due to peeping from your duvet that Yuta had blinked, unsure of why you were angry. He gestured at the bed, asking if he could sit down. You nodded.

“Y/N…are you okay?”

You felt tears forming from your eyes, threatening to fall. He had noticed them, and placed his hand on your cheek, wiping them away. “It’s just…you’ve been different recently. Every laugh feels forced. You’re skipping more often. You gave away all your jewelry to Maki, and you love your jewelry. You don’t talk to anyone anymore…you’re always here alone. You eat less, too, and your face looks tired, like you aren’t sleeping.” He takes a breath, looking at you with concern. Not pity - pure concern. Concern from a place of love.

“Yuta…” you say, hesitatingly.  “Mhm?” “Can you lie down with me?” 

The boy looks a bit shocked at the comment, but his eyes soften. “Sure.”

You pull back the duvet and true to his word, he lies down beside you. Your eyes are facing him, and you took a moment to observe. Beautiful, dark teal eyes framed by dark hair. A pale face, eye bags, but a look of love in the expression he wore. 

“I’m severely depressed, Yuta. I was actually going to end it all today, but you came, and now…” Tears spill from your eyes as you start to shake, trying to suppress the cries you so desperately wanted to release. Immediately, he shuffles closer, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you gently. He’s whispering into your ear, you don’t know what, but it’s comforting. 

“Y/N, I’m so proud of you for not doing it. Whenever that happens, please tell me, okay? I’m only a dorm away.” You cry harder, sobbing as he continued to rock you, whispering sweet things in your ear. You could make them out now.

“It’s okay.”

“I’m here now”

“I love you.”

You were shocked, and you buried your face into his chest, breathing heavily to calm yourself down. Yuta noticed this and began to go through a breathing technique.

“Inhale - that’s right. I know you can do it. Now, exhale. Great, you’re doing it.” He repeated this a few times until you had calmed down fully, regaining your composure. You were still clinging onto him, and you were sure your snot and tears must have gone on his clothes. But he didn’t seem to care. All that mattered was you. 

“Yuta…”

“Hm?”

“I love you too.”

His eyes widened, and you brought your face closer to his. Your noses were touching, and you could see Yuta blush. 

It happened so gently. Your lips met, and suddenly, for a moment, everything was okay. Flowers bloomed in your mind, azure hues of the sky housing clouds which danced softly, as the birds sang a melody only you knew. You knew your problems wouldn’t disappear. You’d wake up tomorrow, and possibly feel the same. But at least now, you had Yuta. And maybe, that would be enough.

[by-soleil]

can't fight this feeling

Pairing: Mark Lee x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.7k+

Warning: One-sided love, Mutual pinning (?), Oblivious bestfriend(s), idk...

This fic was inspired by "Can't Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon"

•••

You remember it clearly. It was the morning of the very first day. The sun was unforgiving, blazing thru the thinnest of fabric that was your blouse. And it was only 9 in the morning. How you survived the rest of the day was still a mystery.

After sighing for the nth time, you try to scan the new surrounding. The unfamiliarity of it left you with an uneasy feeling. How exactly does one supposed to find where the ‘Neo Auditorium’ is after only being here once? Granted, it was your fault. It was you who skipped the unofficial tour of the ground in favor of getting your nails done.

You fish your phone out, maybe your friends replied to the text you sent before you started driving earlier. They should be here already, they should know where you’re supposed to be heading.

“Oh, crap.” you grit your teeth in annoyance. Checking once more if there are any clues about where that Neo place is in your group chat before locking your phone and threw it carelessly inside your purse.

“Screw it, I’ll find my way.” you mumble to yourself as you head towards the nearest walkway shaded by the tree.

Or so you thought.

What supposed to be a 4-minute walk from your car turned into a 30 minute of absolute confusion. Stopping at every directories for some sign only for you to find out weeks later that it hasn’t even been updated since God know when.

Just when you’re about to give up and just go back to your car for some air conditioning, someone approached you.

“Excuse me, do you need help?”

“Yeah, actually. l think I’m lost, I’ve walked around probably a thousand times to look for that damned Neo-something and somehow just ended up back here. My head hurts and I haven’t broke into these shoes ugh I feel like—“ you abruptly stop, realizing you just overshared and probably scare the only person that might actually help you. “I’m sorry, I’m mumbling. Yeah, a help would be nice.” you smile shyly.

The man in front of you gulped. A bit flustered with how fast you were talking. Then he chuckled. “It’s fine, you’re good. You’re looking for the Neo Auditorium, eh?” he asks, still chuckling lightly.

You nod, questioning weather you should feel offended that the man in front of you can’t seem to stop chuckling.

“I’m heading that way, actually. I’m guessing we’re in the same class. I could show you where it is.”

“Ugh, thank God!” you grunt, feeling relieved. Sipping what’s left of your watered down iced coffee, you nod to him. “Let’s go.”

“Umm, actually, can you wait a sec? I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be quick I promise.” The man in front of you hold his hand up as if to assure you he wasn’t lying.

A chuckle slipped out of your mouth and you nod before following the man towards the bathroom.

“I’m Mark, by the way.” the man walking next to you introduced himself. Making sure his hands are dry by patting it on his shirt before offering it for you to shake.

After introducing yourself, you arrived in front of a big wooden door with a big slab of glass running through the middle of it.

“You can sit next to me, the seats in front are all taken I think.” Mark offers kindly. Which of course you accept, a friendly face was exactly what you needed that day.

And that’s how you met Mark, your dearest, closest best friend.

Throughout the years, you and Mark become inseparable. It is not a strange thing for someone to ask you where Mark is when his phone is unreachable. Reserving two seats for you knowing Mark would also tag along anyway.

Here’s the thing, being around Mark is easy and comfortable. He feels like home.

Mark is your person as you are his. You tell Mark everything and he also tells you everything about him. Well, most things.

Countless nights spent with you burning his ears off talking about your shitty love life. How your ocean-deep love for Haechan is never reciprocated.

Mark is a great listener, he might never give you any advice on how to deal with your stupidity when it comes to Heachan—sometimes you wonder why, cause he seems to always have an opinion about everything else—but you don’t care. All you needed was to be heard. To feel heard. And Mark give you just that.

“What’s up, lover boy?” Jaemin greets Mark when he set his book bag down near the couch.

“Shut up, man.” He jokingly brush him off. Taking the guitar and placing it on his lap.

Jeno then pops out of nowhere, startling both Mark and Jaemin. “You coming tonight, lover boy? You know Haechan always throw the best parties.” he wiggles his brows.

“Of course Mark is going, his little girlfriend is gonna be there. Where is she, anyway? Aren’t you guys supposed to be glued together or something?” Jaemin continue to tease.

Mark taps the guitar strings, “First of all,” then he strums a chord, “not my girlfriend.” his slender fingers quick to adjust to another chord before strumming once more. “Second, she’s getting her nails done.” another strum of the guitar follows before he quietly murmured “for Haechan’s party.”

“How are you the smartest person I know yet capable of being this stupid?” Jeno tsks, shaking his head as he head for the fridge.

“Remind me to never let you copy my assignments from now on.” Mark jokes. Knowing exactly what Jeno is implying with him being stupid.

Mark never know that it would end up like this. What started out as friendship has grown stronger. At least for him.

Maybe it was the way you always put everyone else’s feelings before yours. Accommodating people’s wants and needs, even if it means going the extra miles.

Always so kind towards other people yet never really expect the same from them. Always so selfless, smiling through the inconvenience people threw your way. Mark knows that you know you can say no. You just choose not to. Making him want to be the person you could rely on.

Or maybe it was your pure heart. You love hard, you really do. Too bad it’s never to the right person. What a shame, really.

Mark wishes he had the strength to show his feelings. The courage to just shut you up when you tell him that you feel like shit and unwanted. To kiss the pain from your voice away. To show you how amazing you really are. How you deserve to be treated.

Mark though it was only a phase. Maybe the endless hours spent together, be it studying or just hanging out in your room was taking a toll on him. But, nowadays he started to doubt himself.

“Yeah, right.” he often find himself mumble quietly, running circles inside that big ass head of his—yes, you’ve confirmed it. Mark has a big ass head. Making him all the more grateful you always gift him beanie and bucket hat instead of baseball cap. Truth be told, he’d love it regardless.

Mark tried plenty of times, he went on dates. Yet, his mind kept on wondering whether you’ve had dinner or not. Or would you like the gnocchi he’s been playing with through his entire date. Or is the music that’s been quietly playing in the background would suit your questionable music taste. Everything just somehow linked back to you.

Most of the girls were nice, hell, all of them were nice. But they’re just not you.

Sometimes, he’d think it was his ego. His needs to be needed. You were so out of it and all over the place sometimes, makes him want to take care of you. You make him feel good about a lot of things.

“You look very pretty.” you hear Mark say when you step into his car. Grinning widely when you roll your eyes.

“I’m gonna shoot my shot tonight, Markie! It’s now or never. I’m tired of Haechan only seeing me as friends. I mean, I’m not all that bad, right? I’m pretty—like you just said. I’m always cheerful. I could make a great girlfriend. Don’t you think?” you bring your body forward, pestering your bestfriend for some validation. You need all the ego boost you could get for tonight.

Mark could feel his gut stirring inside. Tonight, huh?

“Earth to Markie! Hello?” you wave a hand in front of his face.

“My bad, I just randomly thought of something. Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Mark scrambles to turn the car on.

“Yeah, what? Are you okay, dude?” you ask genuinely concern. Your bestfriend was never the type to get all panicky. Something must’ve going on.

“Yeah, you’d make a great girlfriend.” was the last thing Mark said to you through the entire 20-minute ride to Haechan’s house.

What was supposed to be ���the night’ for you, took turn for the absolute worst.

You were so eager to find Haechan as soon as you step into the party. The music blasting from the speakers pumping adrenaline straight to your gut.

Light airy steps got heavier the more you step into the living room. The visual of Haechan shoving his tongue down someone’s throat is all you could focus on. Smiling into the kiss like some simp in love.

Your vision’s getting blurry from the hot tears threatening to spill out. The air feels thick, the smell of booze doesn’t smell like a good time no more.

You didn’t feel the arm that suddenly wrapped around your shoulder, turning you around towards the front door. Helping you walk on your trembling limbs.

Everything was happening so fast. One second you were standing on Haechan’s living room grasping for air and the next you’re bawling your eyes out in your bestfriend’s arm. Soiling his ironed Ralph Lauren shirt with mixture of hot tears and snot.

Mark was there. Mark is always there. By your side as you pick up your shattered heart, gluing it back to together. He even helped gluing some of the pieces.

Mark was there, waiting patiently as you slowly turned back into your old self. The one he fell in love with.

Maybe what happened that night was for the best. Mark feel bad for feeling this way, but that was what you needed to finally get over Haechan.

You no longer fix your hair when Haechan walks by. You no longer care whether Haechan’s gonna be at the hang out later or not. You are over him.

“Wanna go get some Korean food?” Mark suggests over the phone.

“Kimchi jjigae?” you elaborate. Earning a groan from him.

“Something else. Literally anything except that.”

“Literally what is your problem with kimchi jjigae, Mark?!” you sound offended. Though it’s true you started eating kimchi jjigae just so you can resonate with Heachan, but over the time, you genuinely enjoy it. Annoying Mark everytime.

“I’m sick of it.” Mark groans. Never actually made his peace with the stuff you adopted when you were still head over heels towards Haechan.

“Then you pick! You know what? You’re pissing me off lately. Get that stick out of your ass before you come and talk to me!” you hang up the call before throwing your phone towards your bed.

Mark’s hands smacking the steering wheel repeatedly. Frustration consumes the better part of him. “What the fuck is your problem, dude?” Mark shouts to himself.

“Can’t fucking man up, I know that’s what.” Mark answer himself. Turning his car engine on before zooming to your place.

You barely caught you breath after cursing the hell out of Mark after the call ended earlier when someone—you obviously know who it is—starts pounding on your door.

“Open the door, please. I need you to hear me out.” Mark pleas, sounding way too soft for someone who just drove twenty miles above the speed limit all the way to your place.

You stand up immediately, stopping before you turn the door knob separating the two of you. “Are you done being an asshole? Cause I don’t have the energy to fight with you, Mark.”

“Please, open the door.” his plea sounds a lot sadder that before, weaken your pounding heart.

There are a bunch of things you expect when opening the door, but Mark, down on his knees looking defeated and red was definitely not one of them.

Mark breathes out you name, face looking up. He looked… nervous?

“I am sorry,—”

“As you should be,” you cut him off.

“Not just about earlier,” he paused, raising to his full height. Making you look up in the process. “But also for what I’m about to do”

Mark didn’t let you say anything before stepping into your personal space, catching you off guard. His hands fly up to cup each side of your face, causing heat to spread all over your body.

He breathes out your name wholeheartedly, “My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you that day. The day you were lost and can’t find our class. I’ve been running round in circles ever since. You take me to the places that alone I’d never find.”

“What are you saying, Mark?” your voice came out more like sigh.

“I can’t fight it no more. I can’t fight this feeling anymore.” Mark breathes heavily before leaning down and crashing his lips into yours.

The kiss was anything but sweet, it was filled with rage and desperation. It was filled with needs, it was like the kiss was the only thing keeping him alive. He doesn’t want the kiss, he needs it.

The shocked you felt was quickly washed off by the heat radiating from his soft lips working its way in against yours. Begging to be let it. Begging for you.

Your limp hands somehow find its strength to circle his waist, welcoming him with open arms as your lips do the same.

“What the fuck was that?” you laugh in his face when Mark finally have the decency to let you breathe.

He joins your chuckle as he connects your forehead with his. “Guess it finally get too much to handle.”

“What is?” your hands play with the hair on his nape.

“My feelings for you.” his voice lowers in volume.

You scoff, “You don’t get to feel shy after you just kissed me like a madman starving.” you try to pinch his sides. Earning a laugh so crisp you can’t help to join in.

“What took you so long?” you ask, outing yourself of knowing about his feelings already. Though it is obvious, you yourself are also afraid of pulling the trigger. Not wanting to lose the precious connection you and Mark have shared over the years.

“You knew?!” Mark shrieks in absolute horror.

You smack his forearm, “Everyone with brain size bigger than a shot glass would know, Markie!”

“Then why didn’t you say anything.” he pester, eyes still bulging out.

“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t wanna risk it. What we have, you know? And I know you’d break, eventually.”

“Of course, cause if it’s me begging on my knees it wouldn’t be a problem.” he rolls his eyes.

You stand on your tippy toes before landing a quick smooch on his lips. “Just like what I planned.”

“You little minx!” he bops your nose before throwing you on the bed, joining your laugh as you try to crawl away.

Things turned out way better than neither of you expected. The afternoon spent laughing, pointing out the times any of you showed affection more than what a friend should. Laughter and shrieks of embarrassment filled the small space of your bedroom. With the craving for kimchi jjigae long forgotten.

[massivedrickhead]

#4 or #9 for the sleepy prompts if it’s not too late please!!

Love the ones you’ve done so far btw🫶

Thanks for sending this! I went with number 4.

4. “You fell asleep right on my lap.  No no no, don’t feel bad.  I actually thought it was pretty cute.”

Prompt taken from here

Read on AO3

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“Bec?”

“Hmm?”

“The movie is over.”

Beca blinked and brought up a hand to rub her eyes.

“Oh,” she said. She sat up from where she’d been lying on Chloe’s lap. 

The rest of the Bellas were all already heading to their rooms, bidding each other goodnight as they went.

“You fell asleep on my lap like five minutes in,” Chloe said, a hint of amusement in her voice. 

“Sorry,” Beca said, cringing. “I can’t imagine that was very comfortable for you.”

“You don’t need to apologise,” Chloe said. “It was actually pretty cute.”

Beca seemed to cringe harder, a blush creeping across her cheeks. 

“You know if you were that tired, you could have skipped movie night,” Chloe said when Beca didn’t respond.

“Yeah but then I would have missed the first five minutes of… what did we even watch?”

Chloe laughed. Her smile dropped slightly when she saw that Beca was still rubbing at her eyes, trying to shift the grogginess that lingered.

They were the only ones left in the living room now.

“Is everything alright?” Chloe asked. “You don’t usually fall asleep before eleven, let alone 8:30.”

“Yeah, fine,” Beca said. “I was just up late talking to Jesse on the phone last night. The time difference is making it awkward to catch each other. And now I’ve got to finish a paper that I should have done last night.”

“Oh,” Chloe said, trying to ignore the familiar twinge she got in her stomach whenever Beca mentioned Jesse’s name. “Well, as this is all self-inflicted you don’t get any sympathy. Kidding,” she added when Beca only gave a weak smile in response that didn’t reach her eyes.

“I know,” Beca said. “Sorry, I’m just… I didn’t really sleep at all last night.”

“You were up talking that long?”

“No. Not really. We, uh, we kinda… broke up,” Beca said, trying not to look at Chloe. “It’s been coming for a while and last night, or this morning, it just… happened.”

“Oh, I’m really sorry Beca,” Chloe said, genuinely surprised.

Beca shook her head. “It’s fine,” she said. “We both knew it was coming. We both knew what it meant when he moved to L.A.. I’m just… I’m surprised at how much it upset me, that’s all.”

“You’ve been together for a long time,” Chloe said. “Of course it would upset you.”

Beca quickly wiped her eyes. “So yeah, anyway, after that phone call, I couldn’t really sleep, and then I had an early class. So I’m… I’m tired.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Because I didn’t want it to be a big deal,” Beca said. “I didn’t want… fuss.”

“Okay,” Chloe said. “No fuss. Are you okay though?”

“Yes,” Beca said, a little too quickly. Chloe raised her eyebrows. “I will be. I just… I don’t like goodbyes. I don’t like endings, or change. And I…” She trailed off and shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“No, go on,” Chloe said.

Beca shook her head again. “I have a paper I need to finish.”

“Beca,” Chloe said, taking hold of her wrist to stop her from walking away. “Talk to me.”

Beca opened her mouth to respond before she was cut off by the sound of one of the Bellas opening their bedroom door and crossing the hall to the bathroom.

“My room?” Chloe asked, knowing Beca was more likely to talk if there was less chance that they’d be overheard or interrupted. 

Beca sighed and checked the time on her phone.

“I really need to finish that paper,” she said, avoiding looking at Chloe. “Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise,” Chloe said, trying to hide her disappointment. “Don’t stay up too late, okay? We have rehearsals tomorrow.”

“Yes captain,” Beca said, giving her a weak smile. “Night, Chlo’. Sorry for napping on you.”

“Goodnight,” she said. “And you can nap on me anytime, you should know that by now.”

They went to their bedrooms, and Chloe began pulling on her pyjamas, trying to shift the knot of sadness in her stomach.

It wasn’t that she was particularly upset that Beca and Jesse had broken up - she’d always privately thought that Beca could do better - but it was more that Beca hadn’t told her.

There was once a point in their relationship where they told each other everything.

Now Beca couldn’t even tell her that she’d broken up with her boyfriend of almost three years. 

It made Chloe sad to think they were drifting apart.

Beca was her best friend, and she felt like she was losing a little bit of her every day.

Chloe shook her head slightly and tried to tell herself that it was fine. 

They’d be graduating soon anyway, so it made sense that they were all slowly moving apart. 

Chloe was just getting settled in bed when there was a tentative knock at the door.

“Come in,” she said.

The door was pushed open, and Beca walked in. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it.

“Is the offer still there to talk?” Beca asked.

“Of course,” Chloe said. 

Beca wiped her eyes and crossed the room, taking a seat on the edge of Chloe’s bed. 

Chloe put down her book and waited for Beca to speak.

“Jesse was safe,” Beca said eventually. “He’s the first person who ever… wanted me. I never had that before. I was always the weirdo with the dark makeup and the bad attitude, you know? Boys, girls, they never paid me any attention before. But Jesse did. He… pursued me. I’d never been pursued before. And I thought… I thought there was no way he’d hurt me. Even when things get tough, he’ll fight for me. I thought I was safe with him. But when it actually came down to it, he didn’t fight at all. When things got tough, he ran off to L.A. and stopped answering my calls. And when we finally broke up, he sounded relieved.” Beca wiped her eyes again and cleared her throat. “God, I’m fucking crying over a boy, who am I?”

“Hey,” Chloe said, softly, her hand lightly rubbing up and down her back. “Give yourself a break. You’re allowed to cry about things like this.”

Beca shook her head and wiped her eyes on her sleeve again. “If I can’t keep a relationship with Jesse - someone who was so into me and so determined that we were meant to be together that he thought that we were inevitable - what chance do I have with anyone?”

“Bec, Jesse isn’t the only person who’s going to love you,” Chloe said, her heart breaking at the thought of Beca believing that. “And I bet that he wasn’t even the first person who wanted to date you. You can be kinda oblivious about this kind of thing.”

Beca laughed but also gave a shake of her head that let Chloe know she didn’t believe her.

“If I can make Jesse fall out of love with me, I’ve got no hope.”

Chloe had to bite her tongue before she spoke again, and she forced herself to take a slow, quiet, breath.

“Are we at the stage where we can shit-talk your ex?” Chloe asked.

“Go for it,” Beca said.

“Jesse… He’s a romantic, right? He loves the idea of love. He likes to woo, and chase, and date. He’s a movie guy, he lives for the cliches. But relationships can’t survive like that. You’re a real person, with thoughts and feelings. You’re not just there to fit the mould of ‘Jesse’s girlfriend’. I’m… I’m not surprised that he didn’t fight when things got tough. As far as he was concerned, I bet he thought the hard part was over once you guys started dating,” Chloe said. “The movie ends when the guy gets the girl, how was he supposed to know what to do next?”

“Jeez,” Beca said, after a few minutes of silence. “One psych class and suddenly you’re an expert on shitty boyfriends.” She rolled her eyes to let Chloe know she was kidding. “How long have you felt like that about him?”

Chloe shrugged. “I’ve always kinda thought you could do better.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you were happy, and it wasn’t my place. I don’t think he’s a bad person or anything, and I’m sure he was a good boyfriend for the most part. And if there was a situation where I thought you were actively bad for each other, I’d have said something. I just thought you could do better is all. And I don’t want you to sit here and doubt yourself and your future because of him.”

Beca nodded and sniffed. “Thank you, Chloe. Thank you for saying all of that.”

“I said it because it’s true. I hope you know that,” Chloe said. “There is nothing unlovable, undatable, or unattractive about you. And more people know that about you than you think. You just need to open your eyes to them.”

Beca swallowed. “Yeah?” She asked, the uncertainty and vulnerability in her voice killing Chloe. 

“I promise,” Chloe said.

There was more she wanted to say, but it was late, and she didn’t think Beca was in the right state to hear it, so she kept it to herself. Promising herself that she would say it later when things were less emotional. 

“Did you get your paper done?” Chloe asked.

Beca let out a snort of laughter. “Like that was ever going to happen.” She checked the time on her phone. “I can do it tomorrow. I don’t have any classes until 2 so I can go to the library all morning.”

“You must be pretty tired,” Chloe said.

“Exhausted,” Beca replied with a laugh. “I can’t handle all-nighters like I used to.” She looked at Chloe’s bedroom door and wondered if she had the energy to even leave the room, let alone climb the stairs to her bedroom. It felt like it would take the kind of strength that Beca didn’t have right now.

“You can stay if you want,” Chloe said, reading her mind. “If you don’t want to be alone.”

“You don’t mind?” Beca asked.

“Of course I don’t.”

Beca smiled. “Thank you, Chlo’. For everything.”

“Anytime,” Chloe said.

They settled back into bed, and it didn’t take long for Beca to drop off. 

Chloe smiled, relieved that they weren’t drifting as far apart as she’d feared.

[jadequeen88]

Watchin' You

Summary:

He walked around the corner of the building that housed the showers when he saw them. Eddie knew that was your canvas bag, the very one he saw you pull out of the floorboard of his van when you got out. There was no mistaking that the black, lace boy shorts lying on top of your other clothes were yours. It looked like you’d stepped out of them and laid them right on the bag. That could only mean one thing… “Oh, fuck me sideways…” You’d been wearing these. You sat in Eddie’s van wearing these exact panties.

Notes:

I had a mighty need for more Virgin Eddie content that resulted in this monstrosity of a one-shot... that will have a part two! Let me know what y'all think of my characterization of our boy in the comments!

TWs: Virgin Eddie Munson, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Eddie Munson Has ADHD, Vaginal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss, First Time Blow Jobs, Panty Kink, Eddie Munson is a panty thief, Panty thief

“Hey.”

Eddie looks around his locker door to ensure he’s not hallucinating, that an actual, real-life girl is speaking to him.

“Y-yeah? Me?” goddammit, of course, his voice would choose to crack now.

“Yeah, you.”

Oh god, you’re pretty. Like, music-video-vixen level pretty. It’s terrifying.

“Um, what is it?”

“Smooth moves, jackass. Now you sound like a dick,” he thinks.

You bite your bottom lip, looking slightly amused. Ah, shit. You’re about to laugh in his face, aren't you?

“We’re twins,” you say, holding out the bottom of your t-shirt. Sure as shit, you are in matching Iron Maiden shirts. Eddie nearly faints. However, what he actually does could be considered worse than fainting in front of his dream girl.

“Oh,” he squeaks out, slamming his locker door and turning to walk away quickly.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! What the fuck was that?! his brain screams. The first time a girl speaks to him without ill intent, a girl who likes his favorite band no less, and he runs away like a bitch. Perfect.

That was the only interaction between you and the awkward metalhead in high school, but it was enough to make a lasting impression

.

After that day, Eddie soaked up any and all information about you that he could. He knew you had just transferred from Indianapolis and that you played the French Horn. You must be good because he discovered that you were first chair and section leader. Eddie knew that you liked to skip your third-period gym class to smoke. You often joked with your friends about how your days playing your instrument were numbered due to the bad habit (he may or may not also skip that period just to sit on the other side of the tall brick wall to hear your voice, not creepy at all, shut up).

He knew that you used expensive Italian perfume to cover the smell of cigarette smoke; something that in Eddie’s mind smelled like sophistication and raw sex appeal, but according to what you told Buckley, actually smelled like bergamot, sandalwood, and patchouli. He also knew you used cherry chapstick instead of lipstick in neon shades as other girls did. You didn’t wear much make-up, mainly eyeliner which made your eyes darker and more mysterious.

He knew that you mostly stuck to your group of band kids. There was this one time, however, when you saw Carol Perkins trip one of the chess team kids in the cafeteria. You gave her a black eye in front of the entire school and got suspended for a week. It was the most metal thing Eddie had ever seen.

He could write a novel about you. He could fill chapters describing how your hair caught the sunlight or how you twirled your rings around your fingers when you were concentrating on a test. He could write sonnets about your chipped, black nail polish and scuffed Docs. He could write dissertations about the intricacies of your music tastes and how closely they align with his tastes based on the bits of band merch you owned and how you chose to wear them.

But Eddie couldn’t fucking speak to you.

He considered it almost daily. But he’d always end up nauseous at the very thought of trying to approach you. So he never did, and you walked that stage in May of 1983 never to set foot in the halls of Hawkins High again. You got your diploma, went back to Indianapolis for college, and left Eddie behind to rot in the dusty trailer park he called home.

If you’d told Eddie then that a few years later, he’d be trauma bonded with Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, and “King Steve” Harrington after fighting interdimensional monsters and saving the world, he’d have laughed in your face. But here he is, freshly graduated (finally), surrounded by friends, and sporting some gnarly scars to prove it all happened.

He was out by Steve’s pool (one of the perks of having a rich friend) watching the sunset and sharing stories with his friend over a beer. The crunch of gravel on the driveway drew their attention to the front of the house as they were standing to compare demobat scars.

“Buckley and Wheeler?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded.

“Yeah, and Robin’s other friend. Just graduated college. I don’t really know her that well, but she spent her senior year in Hawkins. She was a band kid or something, I think. Played the same instrument as Robin,” Steve waves his hands in a vague gesture trying to think of what the instrument in question was again. “That… big, curly trumpet.”

Eddie swallowed hard. “French horn…” he whispered, and Steve snapped his fingers in frustration that he’d forgotten the name of his best friend’s instrument.

There’s no way, it couldn’t be…

He didn’t have time to do more than grip the glass bottle in his hand and stare towards the side of the house where their friends’ voices echoed. He felt too exposed shirtless, so he bolted to grab his cropped Metallica tee and hurriedly threw it over his head.

“The fuck is your problem, man?” Steve asked, weirded out at his easy-going friend’s sudden burst of anxiety.

“Just,” he waved his hands around in frustration, trying to formulate a proper response. “The scars. They’re kinda gnarly, ya know?”

Steve scoffed. “Pretty sure it was Nance and me who kept you from bleeding out, and Robin has seen more of us than either of us are comfortable with, so what-”

Eddie shifted on his feet uncomfortably, arms crossed over his chest and eyes on the ground. Steve bent forward to meet his gaze, hands on his narrow hips and sporting a shit-eating grin.

“Oh shit, is it the band girl? Do you know her?” Steve walked towards him, speaking in a hushed tone, eyes brimming with mischief. The thought of Eddie “cold, cynical heart” Munson having a schoolboy crush was sending him over the moon with glee.

“Fuck off, Harrington,” Eddie hissed in Steve’s face right before you and the rest of the group rounded the corner of the house.

“Holy hell,” Steve murmured low enough for only Eddie to hear, “Didn’t know band nerds could look like that.”

Eddie was so enchanted by your sudden appearance that he almost missed the salacious tone of Steve’s voice. Almost.

“I will end you, Harrington. I swear to God, if you-”

“Jesus man, cool it. I won’t step on any toes,” he raised his hands in surrender, and Eddie’s glare softened marginally. “I’m only noticing what anyone who isn’t blind would.”

Eddie took a moment to look at you properly. You hadn’t noticed him yet, so he used the opportunity to drink in your form. He felt like a man wandering the desert deprived of water, finally making it to the bank of a river. Sure, he pined after you for an embarrassingly long time after you left Hawkins, and he never really forgot about you. There were other crushes and even a couple of make-out sessions, but they were never you. Seeing you now in that flowing, white swimsuit cover, skin glistening with sun tan oil, and that blinding smile spread across your face, Eddie felt like that sixteen-year-old loser who ran from you in the halls at school.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie grumbled under his breath so only Steve could hear. “If you try anything, I’ll make sure you do end up blind.” He schooled his features to look unfazed the closer you got.

“Jesus,” Steve wheezed, still a little shocked at Eddie’s rare burst of aggression. The last time he saw him this worked up he was holding a broken beer bottle to his neck in Reefer Rick’s boat shed. “Got it, chief. No funny business outta me.”

Eddie was so fucked. Not only was he trying to deal with being in your presence again without making an ass of himself, but his friends were also onto him. It’s almost like fighting monsters and nearly dying in a hell-dimension together made you all very perceptive of behavioral shifts. Who knew? It’s nice for Eddie to have a group of friends who finally get him, but hella inconvenient when he’s trying to hide the fact that he has a crush on the new addition to the group.

Steve, naturally, noticed first. Seeing Eddie get all “aggro” right off the bat killed any chances of him playing it cool. So his gaze followed him throughout the night, observing how Eddie would interact with you.

Steve’s attention then spurred Robin's attention. And when she has her sights honed in on a situation, it’s like a Great White sensing a drop of blood in the water.

The “Scoop Troop Wonder Twins” gawking at him (they were not being subtle at all, by the way) caught the attention of “super-sleuth” Nancy Wheeler. That led to the three of them huddled in a mass, whispering together on the opposite edge of the pool.

The only radars that Eddie was managing to fly under were Jonathan and Argyle’s. That’s not hard to do since they were balls-high on Purple Palm Tree Delight as soon as they sat in the metal deck chairs on Steve’s patio.

Then there you were, partaking in the rotation with the two stoners, a spot Eddie usually occupied. With your feet propped in an empty chair, he could hear you talking passionately about music with the other two. When he looked up as he heard you call out to him, Eddie knew his face had to give away how shocked he was.

“Hey! It’s Eddie, right?” You moved your feet out of the empty chair and motioned him over. “I remember you being a man of taste. Come over here and back me up on this.”

Eddie would readily agree to anything you asked of him. He’d fight to the death over it now.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” he scratched his head a little and walked over to sit.

You promptly handed him the tightly rolled joint, smoke curling out of your nostrils like some sort of sexy wyvern, eyes half-lidded and just a little red. Oh god, he’s so terribly in love.

“I’m going to give you two options to choose from. No right or wrong, no pressure. But be warned,” then your lips curled in a mischievous smirk. He was reminded again of a dragon offering a riddle to a poor mortal that stumbled upon her hoard, the answer granting safe passage or untimely demise. “I will remember how you answer, and I will definitely judge you for it.”

Eddie almost choked on the smoke he’d inhaled like he was fourteen again and smoking for the first time behind his uncle’s trailer. “Wow, yeah. No pressure at all. Okay, hit me,” he responded, trying to appear calm as he passed the joint to Argyle.

“Black Sabbath with Ozzy? Or Black Sabbath with Dio? You’ve got thirty seconds,” you grinned evilly, swinging one leg over the other and leveling your dark gaze at him.

“Oh shit, man. Uh,” Eddie was losing it. He didn’t expect such a difficult decision. Choosing between his two favorite metal vocalists? Pure torture. But he’s a professional metalhead, after all. He’s put thought into this very question. “Ozzy Sabbath is iconic, of course. But Heaven and Hell is hands down one of the best albums ever written.”

You clapped once loudly and then pointed at Jonathan cackling. “What did I say?! One of Sabbath’s best albums ever made was with Dio fronting!”

The shaggy-haired stoner groaned and rolled his eyes. You looked over at Eddie, biting back a wide grin. “Jonathan said Sabbath wasn’t really Sabbath anymore once Ozzy left and that no one would agree with me when I defended Heaven and Hell!”

“Wait, you listen to Sabbath, Byers?” Eddie questioned, brows raised. He never took the gangly pothead as someone who would listen to metal.

“I listen to a little of everything, I guess,” he mumbled, passing the joint back to you to start another rotation.

You leaned your head back to gaze at the stars that just started to appear in the sky as you blew the fragrant smoke from your lips. “You passed my test. Congrats,” you extended your arm to Eddie, looking at him softly. Your fingers brushed as you handed over the roach, the joint almost gone by now. “I won’t judge you so harshly now.”

Maybe it was the high setting in, but Eddie swore he saw you throw a little wink his way. There was no stopping the goofy little grin taking over his face as he took the last hit off the joint and relaxed into his chair.

Eddie wasn’t ever, nor ever would be religious, but there is one quote he’s often heard that has stuck in his brain:

“The Lord gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers.”

It only confirms there is no Christian god in his mind. He’s been thrown into the toughest battles of his life constantly over the past few weeks, and if there is one thing Eddie knows for sure, it’s the fact that he is no one’s strongest soldier.

Today’s challenge took the form of a slip of black lace peeking out of the top of your duffle bag.

This most recent dilemma was the result of Eddie agreeing to something he’d always avoided until now…

Fucking camping

Eddie hated the outdoors and hated being forced to spend more time than necessary roaming them. (Uncle Wayne always blamed it on having a dad who only ever taught him how to commit crimes and never took him camping as a small child, but who knows?). As soon as you consented to the idea, Eddie was totally on board with going along. Steve started to give him shit for agreeing so quickly to something he knew his friend hated until Eddie leveled him with a glare so toxic it could melt the paint off the walls.

By this point, he was pretty sure everyone besides you knew about his crush (and probably Argyle, but that guy was constantly operating on another wavelength). Even Nancy started giving him knowing looks behind her permed bangs when he’d laugh just a tad bit too loud at your jokes. Eddie nearly threw Steve out of his passenger's seat when you asked to hitch a ride with him out to Lover’s Lake campground.

“What the fuck, man! I can just get in the back-”

“Nope. No. Fuck off, Harrington. Take your own car this time.”

“But I just washed-,”

“Don’t care…”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake!”

Steve relented, making up a random excuse for taking his car. Robin happily jumped into the passenger seat of his little Mercedes and took over his radio. Eddie just grinned and threw a middle finger at his friend, who glared at him over the top of his car before getting inside.

“Thank god I’m riding with you! I don’t think I could suffer through any more of Argyle’s stoner tunes.” you hopped into Eddie’s van wearing a cropped Mercyful Fate tee and tiny denim cut-offs. So much exposed skin with no warning was doing terrible things for Eddie’s poor, inexperienced (dick) heart. “I love the guy, don’t get me wrong, I just needed to bond with a fellow metalhead today.”

Eddie cleared his throat and smiled, starting the car. He’s grateful he has the excuse of watching the road to keep his eyes (mostly) turned away from your exposed thighs. “Of course. Anytime.”

If Eddie weren’t so hopeless, he’d make some quip about all the fun ways the two of you could ‘bond’, but how could he flirt with you when looking at your legs had him getting hard like some fifteen-year-old? He was so hopeless.

“You can put in anything you’d like,” he gestured to the shoebox that held his cassette collection at your feet. “Most of my shit is at home, but I keep a decent variety here.”

He heard little ‘oohs’ and ‘ahh’s’ as you shuffled through the box. Eddie couldn’t help but feel a little proud that you approved of his musical selection. You yelled an enthusiastic “You’re fuckin’ kidding me!” and popped a tape into the radio before he could ask what you’d found.

“Where did you find this?! I’ve looked for months!”

Eddie started sweating when he heard the opening riff to the raunchiest goddamn song. It was his prized possession, one he only got his hands on because of friends in high places, W.A.S.P.’s “Animal” cassette.

“Umm,” Eddie’s brain short-circuited as you began to move to the beat of the music, throwing your head back and grinning at him wildly. “I’m pretty good buddies with a guy that owns a record store up in Indianapolis. Asked him to keep an eye out for me. I only got it a couple of weeks ago.”

“God, I’ve been dying to hear it again after hearing it live last March.”

Eddie’s nerves were quickly replaced with excitement. “Wait, live, you say?!”

“Yup,” you pop the p proudly and rest your feet on the dash. “I’ve got a cousin down in Dallas, which sucks, by the way. I don’t recommend ever going to Texas. Anyway, we saw them open for Iron Maiden. I’m telling you, it was a religious experience.”

Eddie slapped his hands on the steering wheel and a short, disbelieving laugh escaped his throat. “That’s insane! Holy shit, man!”

“I know,” you hummed. He felt you look over at him. “Have you gotten to see either of them live yet?”

“Nah,” he sighed. “Not yet. But one day! I’m already saving up.”

“We’ll go together,” you said it so casually, you acted as if it made perfect sense for you guys to go to a concert together. “We can split costs.” Eddie’s heart jumped up to his throat, and before he could form a coherent response, he saw you looking in the back of his van. He suddenly worried about what filth might be lurking back there. “We could even bunk up here and save on a hotel!”

Eddie stuttered and scratched his neck nervously. You must have taken it as rejection because you looked embarrassed as you sat back down and started fidgeting with your hair.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, Eddie. I do this thing all the time.” You waved your hands around in front of your face when you said ‘thing’, trying to find the words to express how you felt. “There aren’t many people I can talk about music with, you know? So I get all worked up and excited when someone else seems interested in the bands I love, and I assume we’re best friends.” You let out a self-deprecating chuckle, looking out the passenger side window. “I know it’s off-putting.”

Eddie couldn’t have that. He shook his head so hard that his hair slapped across his face. “Nope, uh-uh. Cut that out.” He glanced over to make sure your attention was on him. “That was like…” he sighed. How could he reassure you without outing himself as being obsessed with you?

“It was so far from off-putting. You have no idea.” Eddie swallowed hard and noticed you looked a little confused. He gathered the meager bits of courage he possessed and continued. “I’m just not used to…” he paused. He can’t say ‘Sorry, I’m not used to my walking, wet dream asking to road-trip with me to go to a metal show, so I don’t know how to function right now.’ so he took a moment to choose his words carefully.

“I’m just not used to other people being as excited as I am about my music, either. So I was just… surprised. But in a good way!” He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and added under his breath. “In a great fuckin’ way, actually.”

Eddie watched you visibly relax. “Oh, thank god,” You chuckled. “I know I can be too much sometimes. I think the reason why one of the only people I’ve stayed friends with is Robin. She’s one of the only people that’s never judged me for it. Robin and I are kinda cut from the same cloth, I guess. Kindred spirits, if you will.”

It warmed his heart to see you smile when talking about the freckled girl that also wormed her way into his heart.

“Buckley’s a good one. She uh,” Eddie’s throat tightened as painful memories flashed across his mind. Tears and mud streaked across Robin's face, screaming something he didn’t understand…Her body quaking under his as she helped drag him along dank, dark earth… her sniffling and talking to him quietly as she bandaged his mauled sides, offering soft words of comfort and handling Eddie as carefully as if he were spun glass…

He cleared his throat and blinked away a rogue tear threatening to escape. “She’s one of a kind. Harrington, too. Shit, the whole bunch. You’ll see, you don’t have to be anyone but yourself around these guys. Promise.”

Eddie felt comforted as he watched you relax further into the passenger seat. He knew all about being ‘too much’ and how people treated those that dared to be unapologetically themselves. He had no idea someone as perfect as you ever experienced things similar to his own growing up.

The rest of the short drive consisted of talking about music and shows you’d been to, always with the promise of ‘when we see them next time.’ Including Eddie in your plans made Eddie’s insides all gooey and his heart flutter. He tried to keep reminding himself that just because you were being nice to him that it didn’t mean you were about to confess your undying love. It’s a problem Eddie has always had. He can’t love anything halfway; not his music, books, or even a few movies he’d been obsessed with over the years. It also bled into his relationships, this all-consuming, feral love. Uncle Wayne has always said that he wore his heart on his sleeve, even after life had given him every reason to build a barbed wire fence around it.

Eddie parked a little way uphill from the others since his van doubled as his tent and because he valued his privacy. He told himself he didn’t want the younger kids catching a whiff of his nightly smoking sesh (He knows they know about his drug dealing, but that doesn't mean he wants to flaunt it). A darker part of him knew that he might have to indulge in other nightly activities after watching you in a tiny, red bikini all day.

Eddie graciously helped everyone out with setting up their tents. However, he still periodically reminded anyone who would listen that he didn’t have to bother with tents since he owned the superior form of transportation that doubled as a car and a place to sleep. So what if his chest puffed up a little when you giggled at his comments? He didn’t think it warranted the gagging and eye-rolling he got from Henderson, Red, and both Sinclair siblings. Damn kids…

When everyone went to the campground showers to change into swimsuits, Eddie simply threw his shirt off, opting to swim in his cut-off jeans. He snickered, thinking about the look of horror he’d get from Mr. Former Swim Team Captain at his audacity (he banned denim from his pool to force Eddie into a pair of borrowed trunks, but they were at the lake now. King Steve had no power here).

When you left the showers with Robin and Nancy in a cherry red bikini, Eddie made a beeline for the toilets. There’s no way in the nine circles of hell he’d be able to swim around without getting hard at the sight of you. He walked around the corner of the building that housed the showers when he saw them. Eddie knew that was your canvas bag, the very one he saw you pull out of the floorboard of his van when you got out. There was no mistaking that the black, lace boy shorts lying on top of your other clothes were yours. It looked like you’d stepped out of them and laid them right on the bag. That could only mean one thing…

“Oh, fuck me sideways…”

You’d been wearing these. You sat in Eddie’s van wearing these exact panties.

He knew he’d probably hate himself forever for what he was about to do, but in his defense, Eddie did make sure you had extra pairs of clean panties before swiping these (He’s not a monster, okay? He wouldn’t dream of leaving a fair maiden pantiless). After taking them, cursing himself quietly, he high-tailed it back to his van to hide them. He couldn’t help feeling like Gollum, storing the One Ring away in his cave away from nosey hobbits.

Before going back to the lake, he couldn’t resist pulling the fabric to his face and inhaling deeply. Eddie’s eye’s rolled into the back of his head, groaning at the light scent of you that permeated the delicate fabric. He shook his head and threw them into the van to rest among his bedding. If he got too carried away now, he would never get rid of the persistent issue he had grown between his thighs.

After another adjustment and filling his thoughts with some of the most boner-killing scenarios, Eddie was finally able to rejoin everyone at the lake. If he had to remain solidly waist deep the entire time to avoid embarrassing himself and everyone around him… Well that was his business, wasn’t it?

As Eddie’s luck would have it, as soon as he dared to slip the tantalizing strip of fabric that haunted him all fucking day long over his face, there was a knock on his van door. He nearly jumped out of his skin, sitting up at lightning speed.

He cracked the back door open and gasped when he saw it was you, still clutching your panties firmly in his grip. He slammed the door shut before you could speak and dove towards his bedding, stuffing the offending garment deep into his pillowcase. Eddie took one large breath to steady himself before turning to open the back door again.

“H-hi, umm,” he wanted to curl up into a ball and die. He just knew you were on to him. You were probably knocking on his door to tell him what a filthy pervert he was and demand he hand over your underwear. “What’s uh… what’s up?”

You looked both amused and slightly confused, one eyebrow cocked upwards. “Well, the thing is,” you looked around the dark campground, biting your bottom lip. “My tent keeps collapsing. So I tried bunking with Robin and Steve, but there was no room. All the other tents are full too, so… if it wouldn’t be too weird, I guess…” you trailed off sheepishly.

“You wanna sleep in here?” Eddie knew his eyes rivaled the size of the full moon that hung above your heads. He felt equal parts horrified, shocked, and elated that you’d ended up seeking him out.

“I’m sorry if it’s too weird! I can just squeeze between Robin and Steve, it’s no big-”

“No,” Eddie barked. He cleared his throat a little and lowered his voice. “No, it’s totally fine. I don’t mind at all,” The thought of you snuggling up to Harrington was one he didn’t want to entertain. He hoped his smile was reassuring and not creepy like he felt it might be. You must not have cared since you beamed at him and announced you’d be back with your bedding in a minute.

Eddie scrambled around to ensure the mess in the back of his van wasn’t too out of hand. He’d thrown an old pair of boxers and an empty beer can over the driver’s side seat when he heard you knock again. He was relieved that he decided to shower and put on deodorant earlier when most of the other guys didn’t after swimming all afternoon. Eddie would have lain awake all night in misery if he’d had to share close quarters with you smelling like a fish.

Once you were both inside the van, he closed the door, and the silence was deafening. You must have noticed the tension because you shifted an inch closer and cleared your throat. That gave Eddie the courage to sneak a peek at you over his shoulder.

He nearly groaned as he watched you pull a joint out of your goddamn bra and wave it in front of you, cocking an eyebrow up and smiling.

“Purple palm tree delight?” Eddie whispered, his mouth dry as cotton before taking a single hit.

“You know it,” you responded, pulling a lighter out of your pillowcase. Eddie wondered why you weren’t using your pockets. He risked a glance down towards your lap. Your shorts (if they could even be called shorts instead of underwear) were so tiny that there was no way you’d fit anything in there, even if they did have pockets. He felt dizzy at the thought of you being in such little clothing this close to him all night.

You lit up the joint, the small, flickering flame casting your features in an enchanting glow. Eddie was close enough to smell that you’d used some of that expensive perfume. A tiny, pathetic part of him wondered if you’d done it for him. ‘Don’t be a fool’ he thought. ‘Just because she’s sharing her weed and talking about music with you doesn’t mean anything. Stop being a pathetic creep.’

He must have missed something you’d said because he heard you call his name and saw you looking at him questioningly.

“Oh, sorry. What was that?”

“I said, can I try something?”

“S-sure,” Eddie didn’t know (or care, if he’s being honest) if you’d asked to try out ritual sacrifice or if you asked to try a piece of his gum, but he knew he’d always let you try anything you’d wanted. “I need to get pretty close. Is that okay?”

Eddie nodded, transfixed by you getting up on your knees and leaning over his face. Your face was inches from his. Eddie thanked any deity that existed for the forethought he had to put his pillow over his lap. He’d beg to be struck down by lightning if you knew how easily he got boners when you were near him.

You brought the joint up to your lips. Before taking a hit, you asked, “Have you ever shotgunned, Eddie?”

Of course, he hadn’t. Eddie’s experience with the fairer sex was woefully lacking. Instead of admitting it out loud, he simply shook his head no.

“Do you want to try it?” you purred. Eddie gripped the pillow over his lap as he nodded yes furiously. You grinned and put the joint to your lips. Eddie could have cried when you placed your small hand on his cheek, thumb pushing his chin down to open his mouth for you.

Your hand traveled to the back of his neck as you released smoke into his waiting mouth, and Eddie shuddered. He grew so flustered that he could barely inhale what you exhaled towards him. His eyes closed, and he let out a shaky exhale as you began to play with his hair.

“How was that?” you asked, lips still heart-achingly close to his own. Eddie’s brain was mush. The defenses he usually kept up around you to appear cool were falling fast.

“Am I dreaming right now?” was the only coherent thought he could string together, so that’s what ended up coming out of his mouth.

Your laughter sounded like bells. “Why do you ask that, Eddie?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No,” you drew out your response, still looking at him suspiciously.

“I’ve been obsessed with you since I was sixteen,” you looked genuinely surprised, but Eddie couldn’t stop the words from flowing now that he unleashed them. “I think I might die if I have to pretend for one more day that I’m not,” He paused. Eddie was so terrified. He felt like he might puke. “You scare the ever-living shit out of me, but not in a ‘horror movie villain’ way,” he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. “In the way you might fear a beautiful warrior queen on the battlefield, or a siren out at sea.”

When he opened his eyes, he saw you wearing such a soft expression that he felt safe to keep talking. He said your name so quietly that he barely heard himself whisper it. “I’m just a freak that dreams about entertaining a goddess.”

Before he could feel insecure about spilling his guts to you in the back of his shitty van, your hands were holding his face, noses pressed together.

“Eddie Munson, you are a fool,” you whispered before attaching your lips to his in the sweetest kiss Eddie knew he’d ever had.

Eddie only nodded in agreement, clutching at your waist. He felt drunk off your lips, all of his insecurities taking a back seat as he reached for another kiss.

“You really had no clue?” you spoke into his ear as you kissed along his jawline.

“About what? Oh, fuck!” he whined as you sat down on top of him. Your weight in his lap felt heavenly despite the stupid pillow being in the way.

“About what?!” You pulled away with a wide eye stare. “I’ve been wanting to get in your pants since high school, you dingus!” You emphasized your point with a light slap to his chest. “I thought you hated me for the longest time! I was so nervous when I talked to you that one time we wore matching Iron Maiden shirts! When you ran away, I thought that was it. Then, years later, not only do I find out my crush is now friends with my best friend,” your arms wrapped around his neck as you leaned in. “I also find out that he’s got a big, fat crush on me too.” Your noses brushed and Eddie shivered.

“No fuckin’ way,” he whimpered as your lips brushed lightly.

“Yes fuckin’ way,” you replied, capturing him in another kiss.

Eddie didn’t question how you found out about his crush because he quite frankly didn’t have the brain power for it. He’d deal with all that later.

“Not to run you off or anything,” he sighed, relishing the feel of your soft hands exploring his torso. “But I was so obsessed with you back in school. Like, to a concerning degree.”

He didn’t expect you to moan into his neck at his admission, but he also wasn’t upset about it.

“Tell me about it, baby,” your voice was a husky whisper. “Keep talkin’ to me.”

“Oh god,” Eddie whined as he felt you begin to suck a mark into the delicate skin under his ear. “Feels… that feels so good.”

“Want me to mark you up? Show everyone you belong to me, Eddie?”

“Holy shit, yes! Please…”

“Then talk to me,” you kissed over the mark that began to form on his neck. “Tell me all about your little crush.”

“Fuck!” He cried out, bucking up into the pillow. “I, uh. I n-never even looked at anyone else in school after I saw you.”

“Not even the pretty little cheerleaders?”

“No,” he gasped when your lips met his again. “No one, I swear.”

You got off Eddie’s lap and he thought he might cry at the loss. The pillow hiding the tent he was sporting in his sweats was ripped away and for a moment, he felt self-conscious. You noticed him tense up and cupped his face.

“We can stop, you know?” Your eyes glowed with affection and Eddie wondered again how he was lucky enough to warrant that expression from you. “I’m just thrilled that we can be honest with each other now. We don’t have to do anyth-,”

“I’m a virgin,” Eddie blurred out. “Like a uh, mega virgin…”

Eddie could tell you were trying to keep your features neutral, but he saw the smile that wanted to peek out.

“A ‘mega virgin’?” You said, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“Yes,” Eddie answered with a grimace. “Like an ‘I’ve never seen boobies in real life’ level of virgin. So, I’m probably going to be very bad at everything,” he looked up from his lap to lock eyes with you. Any trace of humor was gone, replaced with that honey-sweet fondness in your eyes.

“Can I be blunt with you, Eddie?” Your thumbs brushed his cheekbones softly as you spoke. “I’m so insanely attracted to you that I don’t think any touch you decide to give me could ever feel bad. Do you understand?”

“Y-yeah,” he responded with a whisper. “I feel the same way about you.”

Your forehead met his and he closed his eyes, afraid that when he opened them again, he’d realize this was all a dream.

“Do you wanna feel what kissing you does to me?” Eddie could only nod and pray to Lucifer that this was going where he thought it was. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your lower stomach. “Go ahead,” your lower lip brushed his as you spoke. “Feel how bad I want you.”

Eddie’s fingers trembled as they traveled past the elastic waistband of your tiny black shorts. He was mesmerized watching your mouth drop open and your eyelids lower in pleasure. When his hand’s slow descent made it to your soaked entrance, he was floored by how impossibly wet you were.

“Jesus H. Christ, this is unreal,” he moved his fingers up and down, not having any sort of plan, simply wanting to feel. By the way you grabbed his shoulders and started panting, you didn’t seem to mind his lack of skill too terribly. “Are you always this wet?”

You shook your head no instead of answering verbally. Eddie’s forehead fell to your collarbone as he let out a loud groan. His eyes were fixed on the outline of his hand in your shorts.

“Can we get these off?” He asked. “I wanna look, please.”

“Yeah, sure,” you responded, laying down on his blankets. You lifted your hips to take them off when Eddie grabbed your hands.

“Let me?” Eddie’s hands shook and his breath froze in his lungs. He’d dreamed of this exact scenario so many times before. This all seemed as fantastical as the D&D campaigns he spent hours writing.

“Please,” your voice was so airy and desperate. Eddie still couldn’t comprehend that he was the reason for it. You raised your hips and he slowly pulled your shorts off along with your panties. Immediately, he began running his fingers through your wetness, looking up at your face to judge your reactions.

“Does this feel good?” he asked. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip with your eyes closed. He continued that way for a couple of minutes longer, panting at how wet his pointer and middle fingers had become. He laid his head on your thigh and kissed your damp skin. He kept his nose buried there, reveling in your smell and taste.

“I-I wanna make you come. Please,” your eyes met his and he kissed higher up your thigh, not looking away once. You threw your head back with a loud moan. Eddie felt like a god, your obvious signs of pleasure giving him newfound confidence. His fingers sped up while he added the slightest bit more pressure to his strokes. “That’s it, get loud for me. God, I fucking love your noises. Show me, baby,” he stopped touching you and grabbed one of the hands you had fisted in his blanket and wove your fingers together squeezing gently to get your attention. You nodded and brought his hand back down between your thighs.

“Put them inside,” you coached him along as he breached your soaked entrance. He went as slow as he could manage, eyes flitting between his disappearing fingers and your blissed-out face. Once he was in far enough, you spoke again. “Now, curl the- oh, fuck!”

Eddie grinned wildly at your outburst. He might be a virgin, but he’s not clueless, okay? Weirdly enough, he’d learned this little trick from Reefer Rick, of all people. They got high once and when Eddie let slip he was still a virgin, Rick took it upon himself to give him some sort of fucked up sex ed class on women’s pleasure. At the time, he wanted to curl up and die of shame. Now? All the embarrassment in the world was worth seeing your jaw drop and eyes roll back like this.

“There we go,” he purred. The part of Eddie’s personality that allowed him to go feral while DMing was bleeding over into his interactions with you. He sat up and began rubbing back and forth along your soaked clit with his other hand.

“Oh god, Eddie!” you looked close to tears as he massaged you inside and out. Your hips began writhing and when your thigh accidentally grazed Eddie’s stiff cock, he nearly doubled over. You noticed instantly and repeated the gesture.

“Fuck,” his movements faltered and you chuckled darkly, “Baby, if you make me come in my sweats I might die of embarrassment,” he whined through gritted teeth.

“What if I wanna see you do it?”

Eddie closed his eyes and inhaled deeply to collect himself. “Nope. Uh-uh,” he looked back down with determination in his features. “I’m getting you off first. I’ve dreamt of this for years. I refuse to jizz in my pants before you come all over my hands,” he redoubled his efforts, tongue peeking out of his mouth slightly in concentration.

Your eyes flew open and your body tensed. Eddie began to feel your walls fluttering around his fingers. It was the most intriguing and arousing thing he’d ever experienced.

“Holy shit,” he gasped. “You about to come, sweetheart?”

You nodded and grabbed his shoulder, sitting up a little. “Kiss me, please?”

Eddie melted. You wanting to kiss him while you came was so insanely sexy and endearing at the same time.

“‘Course I will, baby. Come here,” you crashed into each other, lips brushing together between panting breaths. You had one hand in Eddie’s hair and the other had a vice grip on his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck! Eddie, I’m-,”

“I know, I know. Give it to me,” he kissed you hard and imagined he’d died and gone to heaven when he felt your whine against his lips. You tensed all over. Eddie felt your walls clamp down on his fingers. He was amazed when you got impossibly wetter and threw yourself back into his pillow, nearly screaming in pleasure.

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl,” Eddie brushed your hair out of your eyes, staying like that for a few minutes. After you came down from your high, he laid down beside you.

Eddie held up the hand he’d had inside you and admired his soaked fingers before licking them clean and moaning shamelessly. You looked at him fondly, raising your eyebrows at his dramatics.

“What? Can’t help it,” he said, as he made a show of licking up his palm. “You’re sweet as honey.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, turning to throw your thigh over his lap. He shuddered and you grinned up at him with lidded eyes. “I bet you taste just as sweet, big boy.” Your thigh traveled lower. Eddie groaned and bucked his hips to chase the sensation. “You gonna let me find out? I know I said I wanted to see you get these sweats dirty, but I think I want you in my mouth more,” you whispered filth directly into his ear while petting along his lower stomach the entire time.

“If you keep doing that, I can’t make any promises I won’t get these pants dirty either way,” he moaned, grabbing your thigh and grinding it into his crotch again.

“You didn’t answer me,” you responded, sitting up and positioning yourself between Eddie’s spread thighs. “Are you gonna let me find out how you taste?” You pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in nothing but a black lace bra, one left little to the imagination.

“Uh, yes? Fuck yes!” Eddie was pulling at his hair, nearly hysterical with desire. He was on the verge of embarrassing himself because he was so worked up. He scrambled to get his pants down without knocking you over.

“Eddie,” you laughed lightly, grabbing his hands. “Let me,” he nodded and crossed his hands over his chest, not sure where they should go. It’s not like he’s ever been in this situation before.

“Relax,” you said as your fingers dipped below the waistband of his boxers. Eddie met your gaze and nodded. You began pulling his pants down and he tried his best to control his breathing.

He groaned long and low when you finally freed him from his clothing, the cooler air in the van a delicious contrast to his burning skin.

“I knew it,” you purred, wasting no time getting your hands on him. Your touches were firm but gentle, running up and down his shaft. Eddie keened when your palm slid over his weeping head, smearing precum down his length. “I knew you were hiding a monster in those tight jeans.”

“M-monster? Really?” Eddie lifted his head off the pillow and searched your face to make sure you weren’t just mocking him.

“Are you kidding? This thing has gotta be close to eight inches, Eddie!” You stroked him slowly from base to tip as you spoke. “It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, anyway.”

“It is?” He said, probably a little too eagerly. He was practically glowing under your praise. And you seemed to catch on to it.

“It is baby,” your voice was low and sultry. “The biggest and the prettiest,” Eddie bit into his fist, trying to stave off his creeping orgasm as you began massaging his balls with your other hand. “I can already tell I’m gonna want you in my mouth any chance I get.”

“Oh fuck, oh god!” Eddie’s hips jolted, “I might not survive your hand, much less your mouth!”

You grabbed the fist he’d been biting and intertwined your fingers. “Only one way to find out.”

That was the last thing you said before taking him halfway down in one go. Eddie squeezed your hand and shouted.

“S-shiiit! Y-you’re so,” he panted and squirmed, trying to string together a coherent thought. “You’re so perfect. Your mouth is heaven,” you hummed in appreciation of the praise and the vibrations felt like electricity dancing along Eddie’s spine. “Oh goddammit, I’m gonna come so fuckin’ fast.”

You pulled off of him to meet his eyes, “Do it,” you took his hand and placed it on the back of your head, “Wanna make you feel good.”

“Oh, you sweet thing,” Eddie stroked your cheek affectionately, “You do. You really fuckin’ do.” His hand went back to your hair as you swallowed him down again. It wasn’t much longer before he began warning you.

“H-hey,” his voice rose in pitch the closer he got to his release, “L-listen, angel. I’m about to come. Pull off.”

“Want it in my mouth,” you said, kissing his hipbone as you kept stroking him. “Can I taste it? Please?”

“Goddammit, yes! Oh yes, please!”

You hummed around him and with just a few more bobs of your head, Eddie released straight into your throat.

You slowly bobbed your head, swallowing every time another wave of his release entered your mouth. After a few seconds, when you were sure he was done, you released him from your lips and sat up. Eddie’s vision returned just in time to watch you crawl over his body and lay onto his chest. Your hands carded through the damp curls around his face.

“Wanna know a secret, Eddie?” You whispered, tracing patterns into his scalp as his breathing finally slowed.

“Y-yeah.”

“That’s the first time I’ve ever let anyone come in my mouth.”

Eddie’s face whipped over to look at you. “Honest?”

You smiled as you bit your lower lip and nodded, “Honest, baby.”

He shuddered at the nickname. “Mmm, keep callin’ me sweet names and you’ll never get rid of me, ya know?”

“That’s the idea, my love.”

Eddie made a growling sound as he clung to you like a koala. “You’re lethal. You know that?”

You didn’t answer but sat up far enough to envelop Eddie’s plush lips in a deep kiss. You made out like that for a while, until he realized he began to harden again. You seemed to notice it as well.

“Down, boy,” you joked, stroking his sides and nipping at his throat.

Eddie groaned. “Nothing’s going down as long as I’m this close to you,” he turns you both to your sides facing each other. “I can’t stop thinking about how warm and wet you are,” Eddie squeezed your sides and kissed along your collarbone. “You squeezed my fingers so tight when you came. I wanna feel you doing that around my cock, pretty mama.”

You wrapped your leg around his hip and whined. “Eddie I’m not taking your virginity in the back of your van,” his hand found your still-soaked entrance and began petting you while his mouth worked your neck over. You returned the favor by fisting his damp cock.

“Oh god, I don’t give a fuck where it happens,” he gasps as you run your palm over his sensitive head. “Please, I need it,” he bit and sucked the delicate skin of your neck, whining the entire time.

“No, Eddie,” your firm tone made him shiver. “You’ll get my hand and my mouth tonight. As many times as you need it,” your hand sped up as his fingers followed suit against your clit. “But you’ll get my pussy in my bed. So you can fuck me into the mattress properly.” Eddie came for the second time with a shout into your fist.

He looked up in time to see you lick it up from your palm like it was sugar. Eddie’s brain short-circuited. “I-I wanna make you come again,” he blurted out, still circling your clit. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead into his.

“Keep doing that,” you encouraged. Eddie nodded and picked up speed. He watched you in a trance as you unraveled under his touch for the second time in one night. He felt like a god.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you do that,” Eddie kissed all over your face as you laughed. “Ethereal, stunning, a work of art!”

“That’s all you, pretty boy,” you kissed the bridge of his nose and he melted.

“By the way, I’m totally down for van fucking, ma’am,” he feigned irritation as he poked your sides playfully. “Making a twenty-one-year-old virgin wait even longer is just cruel.”

“Don’t pout, Eddie,” you cooed, cuddling into his side. “I promise you’ll be glad you waited.”

“If you insist, princess,” he sighed, pulling your body close.

“I do,” you yawned. “Now sleep.”

“Hey, sweetheart?”

“Hmm?”

“How soon after we wake up can we get the fuck outta here and preferably into your bed?”

Eddie let out an ‘oof!’ as you slapped a pillow over his face.

“Less talk. More sleep.”

“Yes, love.”

[ashisgreedy]

Garreth Weasley x F!MC

“I Don’t Want To Be Parted From You.” 

Tags: Smut 18+ | Mutual Masturbation | Oral, both giving and taking | Hook-up | First times | Confession | All Chars are aged up 18+|

WC: 6,266

A|N: This is the Female!MC Version

<M!MC ver.>

Minors DNI

Find the ----- red line to jump to where the spicy stuff starts.

Oneshot

MC tapped her finger on the desk in time with her foot bouncing. It wasn’t that the class was particularly boring, it’s just… well there were far more exciting things to do outside the walls of the castle, and Divination class was the last place she wanted to be right now. More interesting things like meeting one particular redhead in Hogsmeade that she’d been trying to hang out with for weeks. 

Was it a date? Was it a friendly hang-out? MC wasn’t entirely sure. If it wasn’t a date, she sure as hell would make it one, or die trying. Of course, any pushback from Garreth and she’d back off immediately. MC chalked it up to nerves making her think more aggressively inward than she’d ever actually act out publicly. She had spent months pining after Garreth Weasley, teasing him, joking with him, hell… tempting him in her own way. He’d never taken the bait. 

She had no idea if Garreth was even into her like that or not. Garreth was always so friendly to her, but he was also friendly to everyone else. If he was into MC, he sure knew how to keep his cool when MC was around. It was month two of her super-mega-secret/not-so-secret crush on Garreth and everyone, including herself, was begging her to just make a damn move already. 

She’d be lying if she said she was 100% okay with being the one to make the first move. She really wanted Garreth to make the first move. It would be just that much sweeter if he did. But, MC could pretend that Garreth asking her to hang out with him in Hogsmeade was the first move… She could be delusional, just for a moment. 

Once the class was dismissed, MC shot from her seat and rushed to the ladder before anyone else could get to it first. She trotted down the steps of the tower and rushed through the courtyard. She got to the outside of the castle and hopped on her broom, angling herself straight toward Hogsmeade, and the ginger that awaited her. 

She pushed her nervous jitters away when she spotted Garreth in the square. He was wearing just his white button-down shirt and charcoal grey slacks today. His sleeves were pushed up, exposing his forearms. Of course, his sleeves were rolled up… MC groaned internally. Garreth’s forearms were what wet dreams were made of. 

She landed smoothly beside the redhead and greeted him. 

“Hello, Garreth.” MC nodded in his direction, trying to sound as cool as a cucumber as if she hadn’t practically sprinted all the way here. 

Garreth smiled wide at MC. “Hello! Ah, I am so glad you’ve made it. You’re just in time.”

MC’s brows rose while Garreth grabbed her arm and began to drag her toward the watermill. Her heart skipped a beat at their sudden proximity. 

“What is it?” MC asked, allowing Garreth to guide them through the crowd. Hell, she’d let Garreth guide her anywhere.

“Take a look!” Garreth spoke with wonder in his voice. “They’ve been setting up a ton of fireworks! I heard they are going to set them off tonight. Pretty cool, isn’t it!”

MC nodded, “Yeah, it’s pretty cool. We should stick around to watch them.” 

Garreth smiled wide. “Definitely!” 

“Instead of staying in Hogsmeade, we could find a hill nearby where we can watch them comfortably,” MC suggested. She had a specific hilltop in mind, next to a partially eroded home that had long since been abandoned. 

“Aw, that would be perfect!” Garreth agreed. “Though, sundown is still an hour or so away.” 

“I guess we will have to enjoy each other's company until then.” MC gave him a soft smile,  watching Garreth’s expression carefully. 

“Alright then! Do you have anything you need to buy today? Or can we shop for pleasure?” Garreth began stepping away from the crowd and MC followed suit. 

“I am happy to follow you wherever you’d like to go. I just have a few things to sell, but I can do that pretty much anywhere.” MC spoke as they dodged people on the street.

Garreth bit the inside of his cheek and eyed the Three Broomsticks. “Okay, then let's make a choice. Butterbeers first OR Honeydukes for a sweets run.” 

MC looked between the two buildings, placing her hands on her hips. “How about, we stock up on sweets first, then we grab some butterbeers while we wait for the sun to set. How does that sound?” 

“Brilliant. I couldn’t agree more.” Garreth chimed. 

MC entered the sweets shop first, holding the door open for her crush. 

Garreth entered and immediately went to the “new” items section. MC hovered just behind him and watched as Garreth took a small bean-sized treat labeled “sample”. 

“Honey and milk chocolate crunch.” MC read the small sign. “That sounds delightful.” 

“It does,” Garreth said excitedly. He popped the sample into his mouth and his face lit up in delight. “It is!” He said after a couple of chews. 

MC smiled at him and popped a sample in her mouth as well. The texture was like biting into a honeycomb covered in chocolate. “Wow,” She said before swallowing the bite she was chewing. “I think I’ll buy a bar of those.” 

“Yes! Let’s buy two then. One for me and one for you. I’ll pay! My treat.” Garreth grabbed two of the bars and went to the next section. MC had been so pleasantly surprised that she forgot to thank him for paying before Garreth was off again. 

They stayed in the shop longer than MC had anticipated. There had been a lot of displays that the two interacted with. Some of them were new but others she hadn’t tried before. After a while, they both had their hands full of treats. They made their way to the counter and Garreth pulled out his galleons as promised. 

“Thank you, Garreth. For paying for my treats. I mean it.” 

“Of course! No big deal.” He answered.

They both watched as the clerk put all their candy into a bag. 

“Butterbeer next?” MC spoke up. 

“Yes, and possibly an appetizer. I just want something savory to snack on before we dig into our candy.” Garreth said as he took the full bag from the clerk. 

“M-maybe we could split the appetizer,” MC suggested, not bothering to even ask exactly what appetizer it would be. She just figured it was a romantic thing to do on a date, to share food. Even if it really wasn’t a date at all, it could still have elements of a date. 

Garreth nodded, leading them out of the shop. “Fine by me. I usually get the salted potato wedges and cheezy garlic dipping sauce.” 

“Mmm,” MC expressed. “That sounds divine. I didn’t even know they had anything like that. I think I always just forgo the menu and grab a butterbeer.” 

“Most do. Stick with me and I will be happy to show you even more cool stuff about Hogsmeade!” 

“I’ll stick with you then,” MC smiled over at Garreth as they made their way to the bar. 

“You won’t be disappointed.” Garreth beamed, smiling at MC. 

“No, I think not.” MC responded. 

They were greeted by Sirona the moment they walked in the door. She left the rag on the table she was cleaning and walked to the bar. “What can I get you two?” 

“Two butterbeers, please.” MC answered. “Oh and,” she pointed at Garreth to continue. 

“The potato wedges, please.” 

“Coming right up. Feel free to find a table to sit at, I’ll bring out your potatoes when they are ready.” She wiped her hands on her apron and jotted their order down on a notepad. 

“Where to,” MC asked him, not bothering to look around the place. Her gaze was fixed on Garreth. 

“Let's sit near the fireplace, shall we?” 

The bar was practically empty, only hosting around 4 other patrons. They pretty much had the whole place to themselves. 

“Perfect.” MC agreed. 

Garreth placed their bag of candy on the table and began to rifle through it. He pulled out a small deck-of-cards-sized box of candy. 

“Okay, let's see…” Garreth turned the box over to read the label. He focused his eyes on the large paragraph of text. 

“Are those the popping candies with a creamy center?” MC asked, leaning in a bit to see what Garreth was reading. 

Garreth tilted the box so they both could see the words easily. “It is. I remember the sign saying not to open when it’s raining. I was just looking to see if it said why.” 

The large paragraph on the back described the story of how the candy came about in excruciating detail. MC sat back in her seat halfway through, uninterested in the long-winded description. 

“Here you are.” Sirona sat two butterbeers down. “You’re food will be out shortly.” 

Garreth didn’t look up from the box but nodded his head and mumbled a ‘thank you.’ 

MC took a large sip of her drink and studied the man beside her. Garreth’s face was serious as he read the text. His serious face was… so handsome. MC licked her lips and then took another sip of her drink. 

“Ah!” Garreth exclaimed. “It’s because the humidity will ruin the rest of the popping candy you’re not eating.”

“A rainy day will?” 

“Yeah, it says that the popping part of the candy is very sensitive to moisture.” He tossed the box onto the table. “Well, that was anti-climactic. I thought it would be something cool like, ‘The candy will explode when exposed to rain water’ or something.” 

“Always seeking explosions, huh?” MC teased, drinking another sip of her mug. 

Garreth noticed how much MC had already drank compared to his untouched pint. 

“Sometimes they seek me,” Garreth responded, taking a big swig of butterbeer. 

“How unfortunate for you.” 

“Yes, well. Makes life more interesting, don’t you think?” Garreth grinned. 

MC nodded, sending Garreth a grin in return. 

Sirona sat the Potato wedges between the two, taking them out of the moment. 

“Thank you!” Garreth shouted as Sirona walked away. She nodded a ‘You’re welcome’ in his direction before going back to buss another table.

“Those smell incredible.” MC leaned in to take another deep inhale. 

“You can have the first bite!” Garreth nudged the basked of wedges toward MC. 

MC smiled, taking one of the larger wedges and popping it into her mouth. “Mmm…” she blinked rapidly to keep her eye-roll unapparent. 

“Told ya,” Garreth tossed one into his mouth. “Very delicious.” His words were muffled. 

MC finished chewing and stared at the basket of food. “You just can’t go wrong with potatoes, can you?”

“Nope! See, I knew you and I were alike.” Garreth teased.

They both grabbed their butterbeer at the same time and Garreth gestured for a cheers. MC clinked her half-empty mug against Garreth’s. “Cheers.”

“Cheers!” Garreth exclaimed. 

Two butterbeers later and an empty basket of potato wedges, and they were ready to head out. The sun was almost set and MC reckoned they had just enough time to get to their spot on the hill before the fireworks show would begin. 

“What do you think they’re celebrating?” MC inquired, pushing open a gate in one of the crop fields just outside of Hogsmeade. 

Garreth hummed, “I think they are celebrating the opening of a new shop.” 

“Oh?” MC slowed her steps to walk side by side with Garreth. “What shop do you think it is?” MC wondered if it would be anything useful for her adventures outside of the castle. 

“I don’t know. But, I hope, whatever it is, it actually lasts this time.” 

“Lasts? What happened to the previous owners?” MC wondered aloud.

“Skipped town, I think.” Garreth placed his hand under his chin as he thought. “Or was it something to do with them not paying their rent?” 

“Hm, well. Whatever it is, I’m glad they are celebrating with fireworks. I haven’t seen a fireworks show since I was small.” MC reminisced. 

“I saw one last year for Christmas. They had a really cool MASSIVE gingerbread man firework that burst into a thousand tiny red and green confetti pieces. It was awesome!” As he spoke, Garreth used his hands to express his words. 

“Sounds incredible.” MC agreed. “By the way, we're almost there. It’s just up this path.” She pointed down the road.

Garreth looked back from where they had just come. “Oh, MC. This is going to be a perfect view!” 

They both made their way down the road and up the small hill. MC sat against the eroded stone wall of the old house and Garreth joined her. He sat the bag of candy between them and rested his head back. 

“Perfect timing.” Garreth sighed. 

The fireworks hadn’t started yet despite the darkness that now shrouded the land. MC picked at one of her chipped fingernails. 

Garreth pulled out some sweets from the bag and handed one to MC. 

“Thank you.” MC took the chocolate bar and ripped off the wrapping. 

“Lumos,” Garreth pointed his wand up, looking through the bag again. “Ah! Yes, I wanted to try this one first.” He showed MC the honey and milk chocolate crunch bar.

MC took a bite of her bar and chewed it quickly. “Let me know how it is. I’m curious how the honey and chocolate tastes go together in bar form.”

Garreth nodded and put out the light on his wand. The light from the moon and stars was enough to give the area a nice glow. MC didn’t offer to make a fire since it would ruin the fireworks spectacle they were soon to see. She supposed that’s why Garreth hadn’t offered either. Garreth pushed his hair out of his face and took a large bite of candy. MC watched intently, staring at the crumb of chocolate that began to melt on Garreth’s bottom lip. 

BOOM

MC jerked her eyes away from Garreth to watch the first firework glitter. 

“Awesome,” Garreth commented. 

Another two fireworks lit up the night sky, one shimmering cobalt blue and the other a cherry red. 

“It’s beautiful,” MC rewrapped her chocolate bar and sat it back into the bag. 

“Stunning really.” Garreth agreed. He chomped down on another bite of his bar and noticed MC’s stare. “Oh! Do you want a bite? You can give it a taste test.” 

MC nodded, taking the bar Garreth offered. She bit the untouched corner and hummed. She chewed but the chocolate and honey bar melted on her tongue rapidly. “Wow, that is quite nice.” 

Garreth took the bar back and smiled playfully. “We’ll have to meet up again to finish our bag of sweets.” 

“I’m already saying yes.” MC smiled. 

Several more fireworks lit up the sky. MC turned her gaze to Garreth and watched them pop in the reflection of his green eyes. If Garreth noticed, he didn’t say anything. 

----------------------------------------------------

MC bit her lip before she spoke. “It’s all very romantic, isn’t it?” She held her breath. MC decided she could play it off as a joke if Garreth wasn’t receptive to her advances. 

Garreth pressed his lips together into a tight line. “Yeah…” 

MC let the word hang in the air for a long moment. “Does that make you uncomfortable for me to say?” She needed more than just a one-word answer. She needed proof, concrete evidence that Garreth was either into her or not. 

“No,” Garreth answered carefully. “I just really want to know why you said that. Why did you bring up romance?” 

MC picked at her broken nail again absently. She took a deep breath, it was now or never. “I wasn’t trying to hide it…” 

Garreth sat quietly, listening to MC.

MC continued “...but I definitely want to be more than friends with you, Garreth.” She couldn’t even look over at the man she was confessing to. Her eyes were glued to the fireworks still bursting in the sky. Garreth didn’t respond for a long moment and MC added, “Just say the word, and I’ll never bring it up again.”

 “You like me? Like me like me? I mean, you have a romantic crush… on me?” Garreth looked deep in thought as if he were turning the concept over in his mind. 

MC slid her hand into her pocket and held her wand, preparing to disapparate at a moment's notice. Her heart hammered in her chest and she wanted so desperately to be invisible. 

“Yes, but…” MC began. “Please know that if you don’t want me to bring it up, I shall not. We can just be friends. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me.” 

“No! No.” He put up his hands in surrender. “I am just surprised is all.” 

MC wanted to shake it out of him, lovingly of course, and yell ‘And!? How do you feel? Do you feel the same?’ Her internal monologue wrestled with her composure. 

Garreth turned to look at MC. “You know… I’ve always felt different around you ever since you came to this school.” 

MC perked up. “Different? How so?” 

Their faces were lit intermittently with flashes of light from the celebration. 

Garreth bit the inside of his cheek “It’s like, I have… what I can only describe as nerves? I’m nervous around you.” 

“Nervous? In a bad way?” MC wondered if she was intimidating at all. She was shorter than him, smaller even. Could her personality be that intense? She held her tongue and waited for his reply. 

Garreth shook his head. “No. It's like there are butterflies in my stomach when I’m near you, or when I know you’re close by. I get this kind of jittery energy when I hear your voice or see you walk by in the halls. Sometimes I can’t eat or get a good night's rest when I know I’m about to see you…”

MC sighed, scooting a bit closer to him. “That’s exactly how I’ve felt around you, Garreth. It’s been that way for a while now.” 

Garreth laughed. “Well, if that's how it feels then…” he trailed off, resting his head in his hands. “I’m way past crushing on you.” 

MC’s heart stopped. The world around them disappeared in a flash. She smiled, she couldn’t help it, she smiled so wide she thought her cheeks would hurt. 

“I like you too, Garreth,” MC reassured, comforting Garreth with a squeeze to his knee. 

Garreth looked over at MC, a small smile tugging at his lips. MC took in a deep breath and dug around for courage. 

She cupped Garreth’s face and waited. When Garreth didn’t flinch away MC continued. “I’m going to kiss you now, Garreth Weasley.” 

Garreth nodded, eyes dropping to MC’s lips. 

MC suppressed the ‘Wah Hoo!’ in her mind and instead opted to pour her excitement into the kiss. Garreth tasted like honey, chocolate, and butterscotch. His lips were so so soft and everything MC had ever dreamt of. 

Their kiss concluded and they both pulled away. Garreth remained close to MC, face lighting up every few seconds with the flash of a new firework. “I’ve never kissed anyone before,” Garreth admitted. 

MC rubbed her finger along Garreth’s reddening cheek. God, he was adorable. “Well, it's very simple. You just-” and she pressed her lips to Garreth’s again. They both smiled into the kiss and Garreth let out a little laugh. 

It was easy to fall into a rhythm. It felt so damn good for MC to express her feelings finally. Their tongues touched and MC slotted her head to the right to kiss Garreth deeper. MC’s hands were in the redhead's hair, rubbing his scalp and tugging lightly at his waves.

Their kisses lasted so long, they hadn’t even noticed that the fireworks show already ended. 

Garreth was showing signs of getting just as worked up as MC felt. He groaned every time MC touched the back of his neck, panting a bit each time MC dared to part the kiss. They’d dive back in after a brief moment of looking at one another, kissing frantically in the dark. 

Garreth tugged at MC’s shirt, releasing the top button. MC froze realizing where they were, and how anyone could walk by and spot them. They needed someplace more private for that kind of fun. An idea erupted in her mind.

“T-to much?” Garreth asked, brows pinched. He released MC’s shirt and placed his hands on his lap. 

“Not at all,” MC reassured, touching his cheek lightly. “Not enough.” MC smiled getting Garreth to crack a smirk. “Let’s go somewhere more private.” 

He nodded. “Well, we can’t go to our dorms.” Garreth mulled the idea over. “Even if we could sneak in, we have roommates.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got the perfect place. The room of requirement.” MC reassured, pulling out her wand and teleporting them together. 

The world around her disappeared and was replaced by the familiar sight of her personal room in the hidden chamber. The bag of candy appeared with them, spilling out onto the floor. 

Garreth’s mouth dropped. “THE room of requirement?! I’ve never gotten it to open for me!”

MC grabbed Garreth’s hand and tugged him to the middle of the room. “Yes, I have a special room no one is privy to. I used it in my 5th year for my additional studies, I come here every now and then even still.” 

Garreth looked around the mostly empty room. “It doesn’t look, uh… too cozy?” 

He was right. MC looked up at the dome and began to shout. “A bedroom! bed, mattress, couch!?” 

Garreth looked over at MC in confusion. “Uh… Are you alright?”

Just then the wall to the left opened up and a door appeared. Garreth stared at it with wide eyes. A few loud noises came from behind the door before everything was finalized. The door cracked open and MC grinned. 

“I am just dandy!” She took Garreth’s face into her hands and gave him a quick kiss. “Come on!” They locked hands and Garreth followed with a stunned expression on his face. 

“What… just happened?” 

MC shut the door behind them and looked over the large bedroom. The bed was massive with overly gaudy trimmings. The windows behind the bed were floor-to-ceiling showing an underwater scene similar to the one in the Slytherin common room. The ambiance was the same as the main room, moonlit and cozy feeling. All the decorations were a mix of deep forest green and black.

“The room changes to accommodate what I want.” MC kicked off her shoes at the door and Garreth did the same. 

“Anything?!” 

MC laughed. “I have shouted your name before, but you never appeared.” She teased. “So maybe not anything.”

“Oh?” He took a step close to MC. “And why exactly were you shouting my name?” Garreth pulled MC into a heated kiss, smirking all the while. 

“Mmph!” MC gasped at the sudden kiss. She began angling and pulling Garreth toward the bed as their lips met in a frenzy. 

Garreth felt around for the mattress and was the first to sit down. MC followed suit, sitting right beside him. She pulled at Garreth’s shirt to reveal his pale freckled skin. Her hands immediately slid over his soft skin and moved to grip his hips. 

“Is it..” Garreth stopped and looked down at his open shirt. “Do I look okay?” 

The look on Garreth’s face was sincere and MC’s words rush out of her mouth. “What?! You-!” She eyed his chest and began pulling his shirt down over his shoulders. “You’re hot! Garreth…” MC dropped his shirt to the ground and cupped Garreth’s face. “You’re so incredibly handsome I can’t even express it.”

MC practically tackled the very smiley Garreth to the bed, laying them both down as her lips explored the man she’d been dying to taste. She kissed his adam's apple down to his clavicle, licking the dip along the way to his shoulder. 

Garreth let her kiss any place she liked while sliding his hands up and down MC’s sides. MC kissed down his chest, licking her way down to Garreth’s belly button.

“I’m nervous.” Garreth blurted out. 

MC popped her head up and nodded her understanding. “It’s alright. I didn’t mean to press you to do anything you aren’t ready to do.”

Garreth shook his head. “I’ve just never done this before… I want to keep going. I do.” 

MC rolled to Garreth’s side, staying close to him. Garreth turned to face her and they wrapped their arms around one another. 

“It’s alright.” MC took a few deep breaths to cool herself off. She didn’t want to pressure Garreth into anything. Hell, she was glad she got this far. “It’s no different than doing it by yourself… Well, it’s different, but the same concept.” 

Garreth nodded like he understood. 

MC continued. “We can… touch ourselves first before we touch one another. Get an idea of how each other likes to be touched. How does that sound?” Her heart pounded in her ears so loudly that she was worried she wasn’t going to be able to hear the redhead's answer. 

“Okay,” Garreth smiled. “Okay, I can do that.” 

MC wondered if she was having an out-of-body experience. She began undoing the buttons of her own shirt, and Garreth quickly helped her. MC’s shirt and bra were off in half the time and she allowed Garreth’s hands to roam her body. He cupped her breasts eagerly then moved his hands to her hips. 

“So,” MC began, already breathless. “Let’s sit against the headboard.” 

“Yeah, alright.” Garreth moved up the bed and sat on the right side. He adjusted the pillows so he was comfortable. 

MC crawled up after him and sat down, hands already shaking. 

“Are you ready?” MC asked, slowly undoing her belt. 

Garreth watched with wide eyes before rushing to undo his own belt. “I’m ready.” 

MC’s mouth went dry. She took a deep breath and pushed her trousers down a few inches. She rubbed her swollen clit for a moment before she finally sliding a finger inside. She pumped a couple of times before daring to look over at Garreth. 

Garreth was a few steps behind and MC’s stomach sank. She hoped she hadn’t just ruined things by suggesting this. Despite her worry, though, Garreth eventually followed suit. He pulled out his hard cock and started stroking it slowly. 

MC licked her lips. “Fuck… Garreth... You’re so perfect. I…” MC pressed a second finger inside her cunt.  

“MC…” Garreth damn near moaned her name and MC felt her walls throb. “You’re perfect too…” 

They both made eye contact for a moment. Garreth’s eyes dropped to her lips and MC leaned in. Their kiss was sloppy and full of breathless pants. MC didn’t stop fingering herself, opting to keep her ministrations slow and controlled. Otherwise, this would all be over way sooner than she wanted. 

Garreth spread his legs a bit, readjusting his seating. MC pushed her leg against his and used her free hand to slide to the back of Garreth’s head. She wove her fingers into Garreth’s tangle of strands and held him in place for a more heated kiss. 

MC kept a close watch on how Garreth was jerking himself off. She noted the way he often focused on just the tip, then would slide up and down his full length a couple of times before focusing on the tip again. 

Garreth broke the kiss and pressed his forehead into MC’s “Can I touch you?” Garreth asked. 

Fuck YES you can. “Of course, Garreth. I want you to touch me sooo fucking bad.” She bit her lip hard. 

Garreth released his cock and slid his hand up MC’s thigh. 

“Garreth…” MC’s breath hitched before Garreth had even touched her. “May I touch you as well?” 

“For a moment.” Garreth agreed, slowly sliding his hand between MC’s thighs and rubbing her gently. 

MC reached out and took Garreth’s cock in hand, their arms crisscrossing. “W-why only a moment.” She lost her breath every time Garreth’s soft fingertips slid over her sensitive clit.

MC stroked Garreth the way he showed him how he liked to be touched. 

“Because… Oh, fuck MC… That feels good…” Garreth moaned, pushing his hips up to fuck MC’s fist. “Because I want to use my mouth. Would that be okay?” 

She froze. MC’s mouth hung open, unable to speak. She managed a slight nod and watched a salacious smile wash over Garreth’s features.

Garreth pulled at MC’s hips to get her to lie down on the bed. He pulled down MC’s trousers and panties, removing them from her body. 

MC was in heaven, and she made it known. “Fuck, that feels so good. Oh… shit! Garreth!” He licked every inch of her pussy, eagerly lapping at every spot that made her moan. “Oh… yes, yes, yes. Like that…”

MC watched as Garreth brought his mouth to her core, kissing her heat lightly. He kissed down the slit and licked a long stripe back up to her clit. MC tossed her head back into the pillow and squeezed her eyes shut. The pleasure humming in her body was made even stronger by the fact that it was Garreth fucking Weasely’s mouth. 

MC’s hands dove into Garreth’s hair. She controlled the movements by holding Garreth down every time he made it to her clit. Her hips bucked up to meet his tongue. She didn’t want to get too aggressive for the first time, so she forced herself to let go and allow Garreth to set his own pace. 

“Ohh, oh, Garreth…” MC began to squirm beneath him. “I’m literally so fucking close right now…” 

She looked down and Garreth made eye contact with her. Garreth set a pattern of lapping at her clit, sucking it hard, and then diving his tongue to her opening. Garreth was working her into a frenzy the faster he went.

“Gar…” MC’s hips began to rock in time with his movements, desperately trying to use his face to seek her release. “I’m really really close…. Holy fuck…” 

Garreth didn’t let up. He used his tongue to swirl around her clit before sucking hard on the throbbing nub. His spit and her desire mixed and lubricated everything. The wetness dripped all the way down to her thighs, soaking the bed. Her head lolled back into the pillows. 

“I’m going to…. Garreth. I’m going to cum if you keep doing that…” MC warned him. She whimpered when he didn’t let up.

Garreth didn’t stop doing exactly what he was doing. Each time he sucked on her clit, his tongue would swirl making her body tremble. 

MC began to struggle beneath him, fisting the comforter while her back arched. “Fffffuck! I’m cuming! I’m-” 

Her cunt throbbed against Garreth’s mouth. Garreth kept his pace of sucking and licking while she climaxed. MC was beside herself with pleasure. 

Despite her orgasm coming to a close, Garreth kept licking and sucking her clit, making MC see stars. 

She took deep breaths, steadying herself. She reached down to Garreth and pushed a bit to indicate that she was feeling overstimulated. 

Garreth slid up MC’s limp body and kissed her with fervor. His lips were plump and red and MC sucked lightly on the bottom one. Their tongues melted together and MC tasted the evidence of what he’d just done. She hugged Garreth’s body to hers and felt his still very hard and very leaky cock press against her hip. 

“It’s only fair,” MC pushed Garreth to the side and changed their position. MC hovered overtop a very blushy Garreth and continued. “...that I return the favor.” 

“MC, I’m…” Garreth looked at her apologetically. “I’m not going to last very long.” He let out a breathless chuckle. 

MC sent him a brilliant smile. “Then I guess I’ll have to make the most of it.” 

Both of them helped with removing Garreth’s trousers. They were discarded like all their other clothes. They rest there for a moment, completely bare in one another's presence. 

“I love that every inch of your skin is absolutely covered in freckles.” MC ran her hands over Garreth’s stomach down to his thighs. MC parted Garreth’s legs so she could slot herself between them. 

“That’s good,” Garreth watched with heavily lidded eyes as MC touched him all over his waist and thighs. “Because I’ve tried to scrub them off and they don’t budge. I think they’re permanent.” 

MC cracked a smile. She began to leave precious kisses all along Garreth’s hipbone. “I could try licking them off?” MC teased, laving her tongue over the ginger's skin. 

“Oh!” Garreth’s hips rocked. “You could try that, yeah. It’s worth a shot.” He spoke breathlessly. 

MC’s lips finally met the base of Garreth’s cock. She licked and sucked lightly at the skin, making her way up slowly one side, lingering at the tip, before making her way down the other side. 

“Wow, I-” Garreth took in a sharp breath as MC’s lips wrapped around his head, taking him in only an inch. 

MC took her time licking Garreth’s cock, making sure every inch was wet with her saliva. She popped the head into her mouth and gave her tongue a spiral swirl. 

“Wow wow wow-” Garreth tossed his arm over his face, hiding his expression. 

MC remembered how he had been jerking off earlier and began doing a slow version of that. She focused her hand on the tip for a couple of pumps before sliding down to encompass the rest of the shaft. When her hand wasn’t on the tip, her mouth was, licking and sucking slowly. Based on Garreth’s growing moans, this was working him up nicely. 

“Please!” Garreth whimpered his plea. 

MC’s eyes darted up to see Garreth’s red face twisted in pleasure and desperation. 

“Please, what?” The words just slipped out of MC’s mouth, but she refused to take them back. He always begged in her daydreams, she wanted to hear just a bit of it in real life. 

Garreth groaned, sliding his hand slowly onto MC’s head. “More. Please, a bit more.” He whimpered as MC licked a long path up his hard cock.

MC obliged, taking Garreth’s cock into her mouth. There was no way MC could ever deny this man. She took him deep before sliding back up. “Like this?” 

Garreth’s answer came in the form of several nods. He fixed his hand on MC’s hair and pushed down. 

MC took him faster as he requested, fueled by the little moans that fell from Garreth’s lips. MC took him deeper down her throat and Garreth let out a loud whine. Again and again, MC took him deeper until her nose almost touched Garreths pubic bone. 

Garreth’s hands slid along the comforter trying to find purchase as MC’s throat swallowed around his length. Once she was used to the size, and when she needed air, she slid back up to the tip. 

“I can’t, I can’t-” Garreth moaned as MC took him throat-deep again. “I can’t last like this, shit…shit!” 

MC picked up the pace and allowed Garreth to buck his hips, fucking her face. Garreth’s heels dug into the bed as he thrust upwards. MC held onto his hips while his cock plunged deep into her mouth over and over again. 

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum… Can I cum in your mouth!?” He exclaimed, keeping his rhythm. 

MC mumbled an “Mmhmm” just moments before Garreth erupted in her mouth. 

“Oh shiiit, oh shit, oh shit-” 

MC felt Garreth throb in her mouth, tasting the ropes of cum that she tried to quickly swallow. When Garreth’s thrusting stopped, MC squeezed the base of his dick, sucking lightly to make sure he was completely spent. 

“O-okay okay…” Garreth groaned. “Wow, holy shit.” 

MC wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and slid over to lay beside Garreth. They both caught their breath and MC took Garreth into her arms. They both lay there quietly, trying to regulate their breathing. 

“That was so hot.” MC finally chirped up. “I could cum, untouched just from hearing your whimpering.”

Garreth smiled and shook his head. “I want to do that again.” He nuzzled into MC’s neck. 

MC held him close, sliding her hand up and down his back. “Give me a couple of minutes to recoup and we can most definitely do that again.” 

They both let out a laugh. MC pulled back and looked over Garreth’s features. He was so attractive, especially in his after-glow. 

“So handsome.” MC traced the edges of his face with a light fingertip. 

Garreth grinned and stole a kiss. MC faked a gasp and stole a kiss right back. It was easy to be playful with him. She cuddled close to Garreth’s warm body and let out a contented sigh. 

“Let’s just sleep here for the night.” MC offered. “I don’t want to be parted from you yet…” 

“I don’t want to be parted from you either.” Garreth slotted his leg between MC’s thighs. “Let’s stay like this until morning.” 

“Deal.” 

.

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Thanks for reading!

I had fun with this fic so I made a female version of it too!

All my fics are tagged as "my writing"

[aballadforbarbatos]

fanfic

fairly long i guess. i’m going through a bit of a mephisto brainrot right now tbh; took a long break from obey me and came back to see 1500 AP. immediately spent all that to get a mephisto icon when the card was at level 10

was it worth it? hmm.

you have no goddamn idea what prompted you to do this

YES you applied human logic and it turned out to be right but maybe you should just stop doing that. stop thinking

mephistopheles had been a bit too mean for your liking. that’s what kicked this whole thing off to start with

maybe he didn’t mean it. maybe he did. anyway it ruined your whole day

satan had noticed your mood change and suggested something nice, which was:

“why not read something nice and fluffy?”

and then the idea had stuck itself in your head and just not let go

you do a quick search on doogle, and to your delight, the demons have not let you down!

searching up “mephistopheles x reader” returned thousands of results, and while you knew there’d be a lot of ooc writing, the idea of mephisto being not mean to you was enough to make you excited :D

you want to open up a fic right there and then, but something makes you stop. the brothers would get awfully suspicious if they saw you all blushy and giggly and pink…

you leave it for lights out where you can get all blushy and giggly and pink in secret.

you see mepisto the next day and excitedly wave hello at him. he looks at you strangely. good enough!

and then it kind of becomes an addiction. you can’t read anything else and your textbooks are a struggle when you’re thinking about all the fake mephisto romances you could be reading instead

satan asks you to review a book he found and you have to turn him down saying that you’re reading a book that’s vaguely related to horses but he wouldn’t like it because the narrator sounds like lucifer

you’re lying of course, but he doesn’t know that

and then one day, when the fanfics aren’t hitting the spot, a new idea comes to you. what if you wrote your OWN mephisto x reader fic?!

you totally brush over the fact that you actually know mephisto irl and sometimes even have conversations with him. if you just stick to the ooc template that everyone else uses it’s like a totally different person

so you jump on the devildom version of ao3 and start posting. you do this for many, many months and nobody in your circle finds out, but BOY does that fic get popular

you end up skipping a chapter because of an event and then promise to release it on wednesday, but then wednesday rolls around and you still haven’t done it AND THERE’S A STUDENT COUNCIL MEETING

the clock is ticking away and you have stuff to do, like it’s also your turn to cook dinner and you’re failing your classes, so you kind of have to go home like right now? you stick your hand up

“what’s up, MC?”

“can i go home? i really have to write this chapter.”

everyone perks up except for lucifer who’s ready to tell you off for not messing around. too bad he’s drowned out by literally everyone else

“wow! you’re writing a story?! what is it about?!”

no wonder you chose “nothinky” as your username for this fic cause you don’t think about the answer and how these demons that are crushing on you fairly obviously will react

“oh yeah it’s about me dating mephistopheles”

silence.

lucifer looks like he’s bitten into a lemon, which is kind of funny but you’ve just thought of a great line to put in your fic so you scribble that down instead

“mephistopheles. like the mephistopheles WE know or,”

“i didn’t know mephistopheles was a common name in the devildom. yeah it’s the mephisto we know?? oh, but i did write him based on the template that others used, so it’s really just a totally different person”

“wdym others.”

“well i did devour like hundreds of mephisto romance stories before this you know…”

“MC what the fuck.”

you keep going because basically you don’t know when to stop and if you keep going they might let you out earlier

“yeah i’m coming up to the part where he proposes but i was gonna ask one of you guys about that since i don’t know if it’s different down here. AND i need someone to read the story with me because even though he was supposed to be based on this template i feel like it’s a lot closer to the actual mephisto, and that would be a problem because i’m really starting to fall for this mephistopheles-not-mephistopheles”

that’s not a joke. sometimes you think about how crazy it is that you got here. as you’re explaining things about the story you don’t notice that everyone’s eyes have shifted from you to above you.

“i can teach you about how nobles propose, MC.”

you freeze up and feel your face burst into flames. you can’t even turn around and say “great!”

but if you had turned around, just by coincidence, just a few moments earlier, you would’ve seen him there, slack-jawed and eyes wide. a sight completely unbefitting of a noble.

how nice that you’ve made the first move for him.

and you said that you needed someone to read your story, didn’t you? perhaps he can show you how much better the real thing is.

[jp---v]

Chapter 430 The End!

Deku-sensei! Rehashing the original monologue in a more optimistic tone.

The kid who was tied up in the basement with his mouth sewn shut. Unexpectedly a hero student.

I hope Gran Torino and Recovery Girl are both retired for good.

Eri and Kouta have met.

The Flaming Hot Sidekicks are still hovering around Enji for some reason. It's been 8 years. Leave the old man alone.

Compress reading Spinner's book.

So yep. OfA didn't last past graduation.

Also Bakugo and Monoma made a massive fucking explosion at graduation while Iida posed. Like, appreciate that for a moment.

Wasn't Hawks' goal to give heroes more free time aka less responsibility? "... a broadening of of the role heroes play in society." Seems counterintuitive. As in, it's literally the opposite. Hawks became HPSC president and just started giving heroes more work.

Like wasn't quirk counseling something done by trained professionals? Sure it's good for the heroes to advocate for it, but they shouldn't be performing it as a part of being a hero. That's an entirely separate job.

And Eri's a musician! It looks like she has her horn, so her self-mutilation wasn't permanent.

And of course Bakugo keep dropping on the charts for violent outbursts. Is anyone surprised?

Lemillion number one hero? Let's... fucking go? Hell yeah. Good job Mirio.

"You were so nice to us" Midoriya, he was constantly using his quirk and straight up lying(logical ruses my ass) to your class. He may have chilled out after the war, but if he couldn't cut you kids some slack for winning a war then he should've quit teaching.

Also... I kind of agree on being somewhat strict with these kids. A lot of them likely have powerful quirks they were praised for, for their entire lives. We don't need heroes that are only there for the ego boost.

Skipping a few pages......

Hero nerd kid with a weak quirk, actually manages to recognize Midoriya as Deku.

I wonder if Midoriya mumbles in class. What do his students think about it? After all, part of his job is helping them improve their quirks. Plenty of mutter material.

Is this one massive memorial they're standing in front of?

More importantly, is Midoriya still using the same backpack?! What is that thing made out of? It's been through hell. At least he's got different shoes after the 8 year time skip.

The class paid for Midoriya to get a support gear suit like what Yagi used to 1v1 AfO? Man, I wonder what it can do... Mei's had eight years and her own company to put into this. I mean, yeah, Melissa put stuff in there too, but she's not a genius of the 'mad' variety like Mei is.

Look at them! All grown up.

Aoyama's here. Hagakure still appears to be naked. Shinso is really taking after Aizawa's aesthetic. A surprising number of them have headphones.

Sero has a pencil mustache and... claws?

Iida's armor got bulkier. I hope it has more utility to match too.

Mina's horns, Kouda's head. Look at 'em.

It's kind of sad to see Shoji hiding his face again.

Shoto and Uraraka are the only ones looking at Midoriya. Shoto's smiling.

QUIRKLESS HERO MIDORIYA!

It's been years since I started reading this series... damn. It's over. I wonder what's next.

[thetargaryenbride]

                                    The It Girl - C.1

Warnings: a little bit of trash talking, Jason being an a$$

Pairing: Steve x F!Byers!Reader x Eddie

Word Count: 5352

𝑨𝑵: 𝘏𝘪, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘜 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 2000𝘴. 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 2000𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵~  𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑨𝑼, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 (𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓) 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 2000𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆. 

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐎𝐂 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵! 🦩💕

Masterlist || Chapter 2

“You okay?” asked Eddie after he finally battled off his fight or flight instinct and you looked up, startled to see another person standing close by, and surprised you haven’t noticed him earlier.

“Oh…you’re the freak,” you stood up and faced away from him, slowly going to where your belongings were lying.

“Um, excuse me? I have a name,” he bit out as the grip on his backpack tightened.

“Yeah, I know,” you quipped. “You are the Munson guy. Your father was, uh, that criminal? Who’s been in prison for god knows how long now,” you huffed as you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. “I don’t know why you’re approaching me but just so you know, my boyfriend is on his way here so don’t you think of doing anything…funny,” you looked him up and down suspiciously and he let out an incredulous snort.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” he ran a hand through his hair before he moved it to rub the bridge of his nose and you arched an eyebrow. “Here I am, wanting to check on you because you were crying and you’re acting like a total bitch,” he spat out and your face distorted into one of disbelief.

“Excuse me?”

“You know what? Maybe I am going to sacrifice you to the devil. Plastics like you actually deserve this kind of end,” he smiled tightly and you let out an outrageous gasp.

‘Okay. Can we…can we please rewind? Rewind, please! That’s not how the story goes. Jesus.’

Hawkins, June, Year 2005

It was the beginning of June. The days were getting almost unbearably hot and everyone was beginning to look for ways to cool themselves. And while the students of Hawkins High were not anticipating the upcoming final exams, they were surely excited about the upcoming summer vacation.

‘Okay, so, my name is Eddie Munson. I’m a pretty simple guy, you know, I love rock and roll, movies, I love hanging out with my buddies, playing D&D, and occasionally smoke some weed. Okay, it’s not occasionally. It’s every day. But life is short! You gotta enjoy it. Try everything. I have no regrets…Except for one.

“What class do we have now?” asked Jeff over the ringing of the school bell as he shut his locker and Gareth let out a humming noise while racking his brain for today’s program.

“Oh, it’s art!”

“Awh, man,” whined Eddie, running a hand through his hair. “Can we skip?”

“Do you want to repeat another year?”

“Ouch, man, that was so unnecessary!” exclaimed the boy with a fake wounded tone and put a hand over his heart, dramatically pretending that someone shot him with a bullet.

“Art class is the most fun, brochacho,” drawled Argyle happily. “We can relaax and take it easy.”

“It’s boring, though,” groaned the boy. “Nothing interesting ever happens! And I can’t draw for shit!”

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“Boys are cheats and liars! They’re such a big disgrace-“ Eddie’s eyebrows shot to his hairline the moment he entered the art classroom and saw you and Chrissy Cunningham do a little cheer while clapping your hands in an odd routine. “They will tell you anything to get to second base-ball, baseball, he thinks he’s gonna score! If you let him go all the way, then you’re-“

Their little chant was ruined by the clearing of a throat when a couple of other girls entered the classroom and Eddie and the gang quickly moved from the front of the room, not wishing to be caught in the crossfire of your two groups, and took their respectful seats. ‘Nothing interesting ever happens,’ he had said and he was ready to eat his words.  

“Ew… skank alert,” announced one of the girls in disgust as she smacked her gum loudly and you and Chrissy shared an annoyed look.

“I don’t think announcing your presence is necessary, Carol. We can all see you’ve entered the classroom,” you shot back at her and her expression soured.

“Your mother-“

“Carol, Nicole, Tina, I better not hear the end of this sentence,” scolded the teacher and the girls in question froze before scurrying to their seats, making you and Chrissy giggle, place a kiss on your palms and slap the side of your hips before sitting down as well.

“I hate that beef,” grumbled Eddie as he tore through his bag to take out needed supplies and his friends snickered under their breaths. “Spoiled little girls throwing stupid insults at each other? C’mon.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m living for the drama,” grinned Argyle from ear to ear as he bobbed his head to the music he was listening to.

♫Pass the Dutchie 'pon the left hand side

Pass the Dutchie 'pon the left hand side

It a go bun (give me the music, make me jump and prance) ♫

“Mr. Argyle! The headphones!”

“Uh, yeah, my bad!”

“Ah, Y/N Byers,” sighed dreamily Argyle from across the table and Eddie looked at him weirdly. “She is a goddess trapped in a human body,” praised the boy as he stared at you adoringly and Eddie almost choked on his lunch. “I’d give anything to spend even one day with her.”

It was now lunch time and everyone has gathered at the cafeteria to grab some food, rest, and socialize. Eddie and his friends had bolted out of the classroom to get in line first in order to avoid the huge bustling crowd and the long lines and were now happily munching on some macaroni and chicken nuggets.

“Pfft, yeah right. You know that it’s more possible for angels to sprout out of your ass than for one of the populars to hang out with the likes of us,” snorted Eddie, and Gareth and the others just rolled their eyes.

“Well, at least watching and admiring them is for free.”

“Jesus H Christ! Stop acting like pervs, you idiots!” exclaimed the boy with disgust and frustration as he smacked Gareth across the head with the magazine he had been reading.  

“Dude, what’s your problem? Every time we talk about Y/N and you get all moody. Why do you hate her so much? She hasn’t done anything mean to us. She hasn’t done anything mean to anyone!” inquired Gareth and Eddie scoffed.

“Yeah, whatever dude,” he grumbled, slapping the magazine on the table before he aggressively pierced a couple of innocent macaroni and shoved them in his mouth, allowing the creamy cheesy flavor to calm down his nerves.

Even though he scolded them, he couldn’t help but look in your direction.

You had just walked into the cafeteria alongside your best friends – Nancy Wheeler, Barbara Holland, and Chrissy Cunningham – and the four of you were making your way to the line of students to wait for your turn.  

You were once again dressed by the trends, wearing a creamy-colored, floral-patterned, low-rise skirt that reached your knees, a light pink top, with some frills and ribbons, that showcased your abs and pierced belly button, and high platform shoes with ribbons wrapped around your ankles.

He craned his neck and watched you place two whole wheat bread slices on your plate alongside a low-fat cream cheese, a peach, and a handful of berries. He fought off another eye-roll at the way you popular girls perceived that kind of eating as healthy. He’d pick a nice cheeseburger any day.  

“Let me carry it for you, babe,” Steve, who had entered shortly after you, immediately rushed to your side after seeing you, and offered his help, taking the tray off your hands, and you looked at him adoringly, following him to your usual table.

“Little miss fragile will ruin her manicure if she carries her own tray,” snorted Eddie as he watched your group go sit at the popular table that was located in the part of the cafeteria that stood erected a bit higher than the rest of the space.

They called it, The Podium.

There were a couple of tables on The Podium and they were all specifically saved for the populars. It was their area. Their domain. No ‘nerd’ dared to set foot there. It was reserved for the cheerleaders, the guys from the different sports teams, and other rich students.

“Why do they always get together?” asked Jeff and the others looked at him confused. “Cheerleaders and football players? Y/N and Steve. Chrissy and Jason.”

“Beats me.”

“Some kinda unwritten rule, I guess?”

“Man, what I would give to be able to dissect what’s in the mind of the populars and how they come up with the social norms we’re forced to follow,” shook his head Jeff and Eddie, Gareth, and the others looked at him oddly. “C’mon, don’t act like you don’t wanna know!”

“Uh, maybe…”

“See you later, man.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie bid goodbye to his group of friends before parting ways and heading for his special place not too far from the school grounds where he intended to smoke for a bit before going home. After all, he didn’t want his uncle to catch him red-handed.

But the more he got closer to the picnic table, the more he was able to hear someone sobbing. That sent a pang of panic, mixed with worry, through his heart, and his pace quickened until he finally arrived at the place, eyes widening in surprise when he saw a familiar cheerleading uniform, worn by no other than you.

Your back was pressed against the edge of the bench, you had one leg to your chest and you had crossed your arms on top of it, using them to cushion and bury your head in.

“You okay?” he asked and you sharply lifted your head to look at him, the utter definition of deer caught in headlights.

For a moment, he froze completely and the only thing he could do was stare at you.

For a moment, multiple different scenarios ran through his head. Scenarios of you being a total bitch to him and bullying him just like most of the populars did.

“Oh…you’re the freak.”

“Your father is that criminal, right?”

“Don’t think of doing anything funny like recruit me for your cult or whatever. Stoner.”

He didn’t know why his brain always acted up in such ways where he vividly imagined worst-case scenarios and his fight or fly instincts would activate. It was like a curse.

“Are you okay?” your voice snapped him out of his train of thought and his gaze focused back on you.

“Uh, yeah, I-I’m good.”

“You just spaced out on me,” you chuckled barely audibly and wiped your moist eyes before gripping the bench for support.

Eddie immediately dropped his bag on the ground and rushed to your side, grabbing you by the arm, and helping you stand up. You let out a wince as you lost balance and fell against his chest.

“Whoa, you good there? What’s going on here?” he asked with an arched eyebrow and your face scrunched up in discomfort and embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I just…I was practicing some moves while waiting for Steve but I think I may have sprained my ankle a bit.”

“You think?” he looked at you incredulously before helping you sit on the table. “Let’s see,” he stuck his tongue through the corner of his mouth, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration as he propped your legs onto the bench and took off the shoe and knee-high sock of your left foot. “Is that why you were crying?” even though he wasn’t a big fan of the populars, he couldn’t help but show concern for a fellow human being that seemed to be hurt.

“Uhm…n-no, not exactly. That’s…kinda personal. You shouldn’t ask such questions to a lady you just met,” you chuckled awkwardly and he rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.

“Does this hurt?” he asked after he grabbed your ankle and began to slowly move it and twist it, making you hiss.

“Yeah, a bit.”

“I don’t see any bruising or swelling, at least not yet, so I think you’ll be good in a day or two,” he sent you an encouraging smile and you tried your best to return it. “And next time don’t practice any moves on such uneven terrains,” he instructed as he stood up and gave you some space to bend and put back on your sock and shoe.

“Alright, Dr. Munson. I promise I won’t,” he smiled at your words and shook his head, bending to pick up his bag. “Thank you,” you told him after a while and he looked at you with wide eyes, still unable to believe that what had happened was real.

“Uh, no, it’s nothing, you don’t need to thank me,” he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, trying to fight off the heating of his cheeks at the way you smiled so gently and sincerely at him.

You were radiant.

No wonder you got the nickname “It Girl”.

“You know, uh…I didn’t expect you to be like that,” he commented and you lifted your eyebrows.

The two of you sat in silence for a while as you properly registered his words and formed a certain conclusion.

“You know… For a person who I’ve heard preach about appearance and how we shouldn’t judge people based on it, you’re not exactly following the example you’re trying to set,” you told him as you locked eyes and you could see the way his filled with realization. You could see the exact moment when something in him snapped and clicked and multiple thoughts began swimming in his brain which was reflected through his deep-brown irises.

Just then, you heard the huge clock at the front yard of the school ring, signaling the end of any after-class activities which meant Steve’s practice was over.

You jumped off the table, careful not to put any strain on your ankle, and picked up your bag.

“See you.”

And just like that, you were gone, leaving Eddie to mull over the whole interaction he had with you. Maybe you weren’t as bad as he thought you were. Maybe you were more than what met the eye. Maybe you were even a great person. He didn’t know that because he didn’t know you. The only thing he was able to see was the exterior you were showing to others which wasn’t an indicator of the person you were. Not to mention he had been too quick to jump to… certain conclusions.

You were right.

He shouldn’t have judged you based on something so superficial. Or based on what happened before because he didn’t know the whole story.

He wasn’t following the example he was trying to set.

And suddenly he understood why Gareth and the others were so curious about you and the other populars. Because maybe things were so much different than what they were able to see on the surface.

And now he was intrigued.

He wanted to learn more about you.

A few days later  

♫Mental wounds not healing

Life's a bitter shame

I'm going off the rails on a crazy train ♫

“I’m going off the rails on a crazy train,” Eddie heartily sang the lyrics to one of his favorite Ozzie Osborn songs as he drove his van, one hand steadily steering the wheel while the other tapped to the rhythm as he slightly rocked back and forth and bobbed his head.

He was currently heading for Gareth’s house where the band was to gather today and practice their newest song. Corroded Coffin was beginning to slowly gather more fans and visitors to the Hideaway and he was beyond happy with the way fate finally smiled at him and his friends.

“What?” he muttered quietly as he saw a big sign in front of him that read ‘Bikini Carwash & Pool Party’, written in bold, pink font with a white outline, and sparkles drawn around it. He furrowed his brows when he saw a huge crowd not far from his location with cars driving towards it and he shook his head.

‘Typical’, he thought at first.  

But suddenly, he hit the brakes and tilted his head, eyes darting left and right, up and down, as his brain raced with thoughts. What if you were there? He didn’t want to admit it but in the past couple of days since your accidental meeting, his intrigue had only grown and he had looked for any kind of opportunity to cross paths with you.

Of course, nothing had worked because you were never alone and had either Steve or your friends and teammates with you and he didn’t want to deal with them and the odd looks they were undoubtedly going to throw his way.

He was almost ashamed to admit he had considered befriending Jonathan – your brother and the best photographer at school – just so he could learn some more about you.

The boy let out a long exhale before he drove backwards and turned around, heading for the crowded spot. His eyes looked over the multiple people as he carefully drove past them and his eyebrows shot to his hairline at the sight of all the bright colors. He was already getting overwhelmed by the pinks and purples and greens and yellows. It felt like a rainbow exploded in this place. And whoever had organized this had purposely chosen to host it right next to the huge public pool so they could combine the carwash with a pool party.

And then he saw you.

You were talking to someone, laughing at something they said, while you were in the midst of cleaning a car. You were wearing a bright blue bikini with a white tropical flower stamped on one side, white, knitted shorts with blue and gold patterns woven in them, and high-platform blue shoes. Your hair was tucked nicely in a bun with only a couple of strands escaping and framing your face, and you had on a golden necklace with a dolphin tail that shimmered in the sun.

“Hey, watch it!” someone shouted and he harshly hit the brakes for the second time today, the deafening screech making a couple of heads turn to see what was going on.

He lifted a hand and smiled awkwardly, apologizing through clenched teeth and a tight smile as the students he almost hit lifted their hands in a ‘What the fuck, man?’ manner and looked at him as if he was a dumb imbecile before continuing on their way.

He let out a sigh as his head dropped and hit the wheel. He knew it was a stupid idea to come here of all places. It’s like disaster was bound to happen every time he tried to mingle with the populars.

“Hey, you okay there?” your voice sounded and he shot up straight, head snapping to look out of the open window, and he came face to face with the cause of his heated cheeks.

“I, uh, I-I’m good!” he grinned and leaned on the windowsill, trying to play it off cool. “Hi,” he lifted his hand in a greeting and kicked himself internally.

“Hi,” you giggled. “We have to stop meeting like that… Don’t mind them. Sometimes they are the ones who don’t watch where they’re going,” you chuckled and tried to reassure him, making him relax a bit. “Why don’t you park over there and me and the girls will come wash the van,” you suggested and he turned to look at where you were pointing before back at you, gnawing at the inside of his cheek.

“Uhm, how much do you…charge again?” he asked and you shrugged.

“Well, honestly, it doesn’t matter. Whatever you’re able to give will be helpful.”

“Helpful?” he arched a brow and you tiled your head, confusion clearly written on your face.

“It’s a charity carwash,” you revealed and his jaw slacked. “We’re gathering funds for the local retirement home. I spoke to Ms. Driscoll a couple of days ago and she said they are in need of some more medical equipment soo I discussed it with the others and we came to the conclusion that while the adults can easily donate money, we also had to do our part in contributing to this cause so, here we are,” you finished as you lifted your arms, turning your head to look at the bustling crowd around you, before dropping them back down and facing Eddie once again.  

“Oh…wow,” was the only thing he could muster as he stared at you almost unblinkingly and your smile grew, eyes glinting playfully.

“What is it? Are we still judging by appearance?” you asked as you sent him a knowing look and he snapped out of his staring and cleared his throat, unable to meet your eyes at first.

“Uh, no, NO, it’s just, I’m just amazed, that’s all,” he explained as a smile grew on his face. “You’re doing something great. Really.”

“Thanks!”

“Listen, I actually know a thing or two about cars, so,” he drawled. “I can help clean them on the inside,” he suggested and your eyes widened.

“For real!?”

“Yeah!”

He never believed that a couple of minutes later he’d find himself being dragged by you, hand in hand, towards a crowd of popular kids in colorful bikinis who sprayed water and soap everywhere. And when some foam landed on him, he couldn’t help but think he was a genius for leaving his leather jacket behind. 

Although his Iron Maiden t-shirt was most probably going to be ruined.

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Music blasted through the speakers, soap bubbles filled the air alongside the sound of laughter, people were playing volleyball and jumping in the pool, some were drinking cocktails, some were relaxing on inflatable mattresses as others tried to turn them around, and he couldn’t stop looking at the way you smiled from ear to ear, laughed heartily, and happily splashed cars with foam and water, drenching yourself in the process.

“More cleaning, less staring,” startled him a voice to his left and he slowly turned to find Chrissy standing close by with crossed arms and a slight teasing smile. “If Steve catches you looking at his girl, you’ll get into serious trouble.”

“I wasn’t staring at her,” he was quick to defend himself, resuming his cleaning, but Chrissy only chuckled as she uncrossed her arms and walked closer to him, leaning on the car he was currently washing.

“I understand the kind of impact she has on people and trust me, I’m not threatening you or something. I’m not going to tell Steve. Just…be more careful,” she smiled genuinely at him and he was once again stunned at the sincerity and kindness of yet another popular girl.

“Thanks…I guess.”

“Oh! Speaking of the devil!” exclaimed the girl and he turned to see you approaching them.

“We’re almost done with the cars!” you announced and Chrissy clapped happily. “We can finally go change and properly enjoy the party!”

“Let’s skip to the dressing rooms then!”

“Sure, just give me a moment,” you told her and she nodded before throwing one last glance at Eddie and leaving the two of you alone.

“What is it?” asked the boy suspiciously.

“I was going to offer you to stay for the party. Have fun with us,” you suggested and he narrowed his eyes, throwing the sponge back in the bucket, a couple of water droplets splashing out of their confines and landing on your feet.

“Look, Y/N…I don’t wanna sound rude or anything but…isn’t that a bit conceited of you?”

“Conceited? In what way? What do you mean?” you asked with wide eyes and he let out a sharp breath, running his hand through his hair and averting his gaze from yours.

“Seriously? You mean to tell me you haven’t seen the way Jason Carver, Tommy H, and the rest have bullied the shit outta me? And you want me to come to a party where they’ll be at? Nah, I’m skipping that. I don’t want to mingle with your crowd.”

“Eddie, I promise Jason and the others won’t bother you. I’m hosting the party and I dictate the rules. If they do something stupid and kill the vibe, I’ll kick them out,” you promised and he stared at you in silence for a while, visibly weighing his options.

“Alright…I’ll come,” he relented and you flashed him the biggest grin.

“Great! Come on then!” you exclaimed excitedly as you nudged him in the pool’s direction and he hesitantly began moving towards it. “You can call your friends if you want. I don’t want you to feel awkward surrounded by strangers, even though I’ll be there and I suppose you’ve met Chrissy so she’ll have your back too.”

Have his back? Now that was a thing he never expected to hear from the populars. It almost felt like a fever dream. It almost felt like it was too good to be true and it was all a part of some super sick and twisted prank you wanted to pull on him. Because why in the world would you suddenly decide to take him under your wing and be nice to him? Something wasn’t adding up.  

“Dude, I can’t believe we’re at a party with them!” exclaimed Gareth as he tucked his arms to his chest and clenched his fists excitedly, making Eddie, who was leaning casually against a table’s edge, shake his head and huff out a laughter.

“Count your lucky stars. It’s gonna be the first and last party we attend.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” smirked one of his friends and Eddie arched a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it seems like a certain someone may have taken a liking to you,” his smirk grew and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Like a person takes a liking to homeless puppies. Don’t make this weird, dude. I’m probably someone she took pity on and she sees me like, some kinda charity case,” shrugged the boy and now it was his friends’ turn to roll their eyes.

“Say it like you mean it, rock star.”

“Hey, sorry for the delay,” your voice sounded close by and they all got startled, as if afraid you’d catch them red-handed, and straightened up, turning to face your approaching form. “I had to go meet with some other friends,” you explained as you finally reached them and Eddie couldn’t stop his eyes from running over your body for, and he was ashamed to admit, the nth time today.

You had changed out of your bikini and shorts and you were now wearing a two-piece summery outfit, blue in color and with pretty patterns fitting the vibe. The top and the skirt were snugly wrapped around you and the shell necklace you wore gave the outfit a tropical finishing touch.

One thing that never ceased to amaze him was the way popular girls always took an extra step to look good and create trends and although not everything was to his liking, especially the bright colors and the glitter, he could respect their creativity. And you were always at the front when it came to those kinds of things, leading the others.

Someone yelled nearby, managing to out-shout the noisy crowd and the music, and you could all hear the sound of a loud splash as they cannon-balled into the pool, snapping Eddie out of his ogling and causing his cheeks to flush in embarrassment when the realization hit him.

But you didn’t seem to have noticed him checking you out, or you did but chose to overlook it, as you simply extended your arms, showcasing the glass jug half-full with yellow liquid that in moments appeared to be blue or purple due to the colorful lights that were lighting the place.

“Do you want some lemonade? Or you’d rather drink alcohol?” you asked and he shook his head.

“I think I’ll pass on the alcohol.”

“Is it because you’ll be driving later or just because you don’t drink?”

“I drink sometimes but, I’d rather pass. I think alcohol is overrated,” he shrugged and for a moment, his brain jumped to another scenario once again, imagining that you would call out his use of drugs, mock him, and say something along the lines of ‘Oh, and drugs aren’t?’ but you just laughed.

“Then we’re more alike than we think!” you poured a glass and handed it to him before leaving the jug on the table behind him.

“Cheers to that, I guess,” Eddie raised his glass awkwardly and your eyes crinkled as you clanked yours against his and drank the delicious liquid.

“Hey,” boomed a voice from behind you and you turned around, coming face to face with no other than one of your boyfriend’s best friends. “What’s going on here? You freaks talking up my boy’s girl? How did you even sneak in here?” he asked suspiciously as he looked between you and Eddie and the smile dropped from your face. “What, you wanna recruit her to join your little satanic club?”

“Jason, that’s not it,” you tried to explain the situation before he could do something stupid and you could see Eddie gulp nervously as his grip on the glass tightened. It was so obvious that he wanted to run away from this place as if he had hot coals under his feet.

“Hey, relax, man, we’re just having some fun,” lifted a hand in surrender Argyle, and Jason narrowed his eyes. “We’re not recruiting anyone. As a matter of fact, Y/N was the one whole invited us here.”

“You’re lying,” bit out the boy. “Why would she invite freaks like you?”

Before you could back him up and say that yes, you did, in fact, invite them to come, one of the guys beat you to it.

“I don’t know, maybe we’re better company than you, pretty boy,” shrugged Gareth and Eddie’s eyes widened comically as he grasped the boy’s arm warningly.

“Dude, shut the fuck up! You’re gonna get us all killed!” he whisper shouted and he almost broke the glass from how strong he was holding it, using it as a lifeline so he could control his shaky hands, when he noticed Jason stalk closer to them, a murderous look in his eyes.

“I dare you to say that again.”

“Jason,” you grabbed him by the arm and he turned to look at you. “You’re acting like a jackass. Stop it.”  

“Look, he just misspoke,” Eddie’s voice broke as he tried to placate the angry guy who turned to stare him down and he had to clear his throat. “Tell you what? We’ll just go,” he pursed his lips and lifted his hands in surrender, taking a step backwards. “We don’t want any trouble. We’ll just leave! So, let’s forget about this, okay?” he asked, tone a bit too high-pitched for his liking, but then again he was no hero, he was no Aragorn, he was no brave Gryffindor, or Han Solo, so the only thing he could think of was how to slither out of this situation and make a run for it.

Of all the populars, there was one guy he didn’t want to confront in any case and that was Jason Carver.

“Oh, yeah?” Jason tilted his head mockingly, yanking his arm out of your grasp, causing you to stumble and slip on the wet marble. Thankfully, you managed to steady yourself by grasping onto Chrissy who had come running after witnessing the confrontation. Jason shortened the distance between him and Eddie uncomfortably, making the boy stand on edge as the hair on his neck bristled. “I don’t think so.”

Before you or anyone else could say or do anything, Jason’s hand found its way to Eddie’s shirt, grasping the fabric tightly in his fist and roughly pushing the boy off the ledge of the pool.

The startled scream Eddie wanted to release did not come out, staying stuck in his throat, as he fell backwards and hit the water.

[ghostly-penumbra]

Seven Ways to Summon the Ghost King

Chapter Six: Traditional Way, Part II: The Remix: Electric Boogaloo, Slumber Party Edition

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Summary: Class 1-A humours its resident goth...

... things go exactly as he planned.

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A Hero’s life was a stressful one, even if you were still just a student. It was nice, to find kinship and support from people that got it, that sometimes had been there with you as you faced down the villains.

That is to say, the UA dorms had been a great idea, actually. 1-A managed to find the perfect balance between each other’s little idiosyncrasies pretty well, with only minor mishaps along the way.

This week’s’ “Fun Night” showed to be quite the example.

“Are we sure we’re gonna do this?” Asked Kaminari with a shaking voice as he passed the small candles for Todoroki to light up with a touch of his finger.

They were in their dorm’s common room, with the furniture pushed to the side to make space for the… temporal redecorations.

“Well, it is his turn to pick this week’s activity.” Yaoyorozu said reasonably, watching Tokoyami draw the summoning circle from memory without hesitation.

“Yeah! ‘Sides we all participated in your skit videos last week!” Mina told him as she skipped next to him. “So if our introverted classmates can appear and act in front of a camera, you can hold hands and chant the creepy verses!” She slung an arm over his shoulders and pulled him towards herself to whisper in his ear, “And it’s not like something’s gonna actually happen, so relax!” And with a conspiratory wink she shoved him off.

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“YOU SAID NOTHING WAS GOING TO HAPPEN!”

“NOT NOW, KAMINARI!”

“How do we stop it?! It’s almost finished!”

“Someone bring Aizawa-sensei!”

“It’s too late.” Tokoyami announced calmly over the cacophony of his panicking classmates. His eyes were lit up with the reflection of the green fire on the candles, giving them a manic gleam “He is here.”

All the candles that Todoroki unsuccessfully tried to smother with his ice flared up at the same time, illuminating the scared faces of the heroes-to-be for a second, and then diminished back to small embers, making the biggest source of light in the room the pair of flames that hovered in place atop the summoning circle, until these two blinked out… and then back on

“If this is another cult seeking immortality…” A voice said a hundred times at the same time, and even Todoroki’s resistance to the cold was useless against the chill that ran down their backs.

Bakugo would remember that Midoriya moved first, activating his quirk and launching himself at the dark figure feet first in a kick aimed to the face.

The person –being?– caught Midoriya by the ankle and easily redirected him to skid along the floor with his momentum. They –it?– dodged Kirishima’s hardened fists with the ease of a dancer, sidestepped a rising block of ice and broke it into small flakes of dust. Bakugo had him in the face with a good explosion and –bright toxic green eyes that bore into his soul as he illuminated them, making him feel so smallweakuseless– next he knew he was crashing against stupid fucking Deku, who chose that fucking moment to have his second wind.

“That’s enough.” The being said, and the lights came back on. (He couldn’t be older than any of them. He just couldn’t!)

The class stopped in their tracks at the sight of him, except for Iida who had already ignited his engines and was just as easily redirected back towards his friends, who held him quickly as he abruptly stopped his quirk.

“A bunch of teenagers, why not.” The little boy face palmed after looking at them.

“Hey, that’s rude!” Ashido complained, being the first one to step up with no intentions of attacking.

“Well, forgive me for not lying to spare your feelings after being summoned against my will in the middle of a power nap.

“But let me guess,” he pinched the bridge of his nose and rested his elbow on his other palm, “you somehow found an ancient ritual to summon one of the most powerful beings there are –which, by the way, I made sure to get rid of- the rituals! Any book that had it. Jeez, I didn’t get rid of all the powerful beings, don’t give me these faces.”

The students looked at each other; had it been that they all misunderstood the –boy’s– words and jumped to the same gruesome conclusion, or had he just been bad at wording?

“Anyway, you kids somehow found the only source for how to summon an eldritch abomination, thought it would be a fun bonding activity,” an awkward glance at each other, “and didn’t stop to think, just for a second, that perhaps you shouldn’t be messing with things you don’t understand?”

The class kept silent, most of them staring ashamed at their feet, some even scuffing the floor with them.

“It was Tokoyami’s idea!” Kaminari cried, trying to hide behind Kirishima. “He was the one to do it all!”

“Kaminari!” Several of his classmates cried out in offense at such coward snitching.

“Hey!” The ghost boy called, bringing everyone’s attention back to him. He had stopped hovering, rather planting both feet on the ground. “Alright, listen. I’m not mad at you kids, but this is something you shouldn’t be meddling in just for fun. And not only that, but I made sure no way to summon me remained in this plane of existence, so I need to know how you did it, to make sure you didn’t do something dumber than summoning me.” With his hands on his hips and that I-can’t-believe-I-have-to-deal-with-this face, the self-proclaimed eldritch abomination looked more like an annoyed (if short) senpai correcting his kohais.

“It was not hubris nor naïveté that made me desire to summon you, King of Ghosts, Liminal God, Harbringer of-” Tokoyami’s greeting was cut short as said liminal god –and didn’t that make some eyes widen in shock and wariness– held up a hand to stop him.

“Two titles are more than enough, buddy. Y’all can call me Phantom.”

That sounded like such a simple hero name, that the students easily accepted it. Phantom: The Ghost King Hero.

“As you wish, Phantom.” The goth corrected himself with a grave nod. “As I said, I did not arrange for your summoning out of hubris or ingenuity, for you see, we are in the dark path of Heroism, where we will face countless more encounters with horror, destruction, and death, and so I sought you out, so you may tell my friends of the kindness of leaving this world.”

His classmates stared at Tokoyami after his solemn words; some with apprehension, others with growing understanding. Iida adjusted his glasses and breathed in deeply, preparing to launch himself into a rant speech about how they were thankful for his consideration but he should please refrain himself from things like this, when the bird-headed boy spoke again.

“And if you could please sign this for me, I would be in your debt.” The boy held out a black, leather-bound journal with a black pen adorned with a plastic skull hanging from the bookmark.

There was a long, awkward beat of silence until –unsurprisingly– Bakugo exploded.

“YOU FUCKING SUMMONED A FUCKING DEATH GOD JUST TO GET A SHITTY AUTOGRAPH?!”

The feeling was shared by the rest of the class, as they showed their discontent all at the same time.

Tokoyami ignored them, though, keeping his wide, hopeful –and, this was a bit worrying– worshipping eyes on Phantom, until he finally relented.

“Alright, kids, listen up!” Phantom said, commanding the attention back to himself. He took the journal from the bird-headed boy and flipped the pages until he found a blank one. “Gosh, this brings me memories…” He mumbled, scribbling down, before continuing for the class. “Rule Number Two of Interacting With Paranormal Slash Mystical Slash Magical Slash Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera, never make open-ended deals, ever, this includes but is not limited to: contracts, handshakes lood oaths, spit oaths, fist bumps, promises, spoken words –you get the gist. Now, what did you friend say to me?”

The teenagers looked at each other in awkward silence but, being teenagers, they were easily reverted to their ‘we’re in a lecture in class mode, and the brave soul of Yaoyorozu raised her hand.

“Tokoyami-kun said that he would be in your debs in exchange of an autograph.”

“And there was truth and intent to his words, so now that I’ve fulfilled his request…” He let the sentence open as he showed the journal where it now had a stylized D with a smaller P within it.

The class looked at their friend with mixed feelings of concern, irritation, and fear.

“You could ask anything from him.” A brave soul finally answered.

Tokoyami didn’t seem to care what might be asked of him, as he stared almost reverently at the journal now back in his hands. That wouldn’t do.

“Well then,” Phantom began, placing his hands on his hips, ready to deal out a detention, “your part of the deal will be that you never ever again make such a fool open-ended deal with anyone! No ghost, monster, creature, oni, Higher Being™, angel, god, God, demon, or anything else I may have forgotten. Not your parents, not your relatives, classmates not your teachers or principal, not random people on the street, not children, not the government. No one, ever.” He finished sternly as Tokoyami nodded along.

“That…! Is actually really kind of you, Phantom-san.” Iida saod thoughtfully.

“The Lord of Cessation is known for his kindness and fairness.” Tokoyami told them, clutching the journal to his chest when he noticed Bakugo’s slightly-more-murderous-than-normal expression still in place.

“Yes, I’m cool, I know, whatever.” Phantom was massaging his temples breathing deep and slow. “Alright! He began anew, now with some cheer. “I haven’t’ been to the Living World for anything other than work in over a century and a half, so, what’s good in video games these days?” He asked with a smile finally acting like the teen he was when he died.

“I mean the controls are different, but a fighting game is a fighting game, so no biggie.”

“If you want you can pick All Might to make it more even!”

There were very heated protests (from two very specific boys) as everyone surrounded the dorm’s gaming centre so Phantom said “Don’t worry, I’m my own character.” Before merging with the console and appearing on the screen, unleashing chaos among class 1-A once again.

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“So you were born before the Dawn of Quirks? What was it like?” Midoriya asked, distractedly losing in Hero Cart as he kept looking at Phantom next to him.

“Eh, I can’t really say it was much different. Y’all seem to have gotten… stuck in time, in a way. Like, I understand a lot of stuff like time and work and resources go to make accommodations for mutations and stuff which is great, don’t get me wrong, but one would have thought that over two hundred years in the future, at least clothes would be different.

“And for what the dead say, some of those ‘accommodations’ are… doubtful, to say the least. And don’t get me started in social issues.” He quickly mumbled with his mouth in a thin line. “So, overall, it was pretty similar. It may have to do with the fact that I was born in another dimension.”

He kept his focus on the game. So, if Phantom noticed all of their shocked faces and stunned silence, he didn’t show it.

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“D’you guys have DOOMED?” Phantom asked as he leaned against the couch from his place on the floor, watching as Mina ruthlessly obliterated Sero in Dance, Dance Revolution!

“What’s DOOMED?” Ashido asked, not skipping a step as Sero stumbled with the increasing speed of the game.

All the lights went out and the room’s temperature dropped, making Tsuyu swoon and the rest of the class to cry in alarm or fall into battle stances.

“The DOOMED devs didn’t release the game’s code for it to become memetic, only to be completely ignored by some- futurelings from another dimension!”

The lights returned, and the TV they were playing in turned back on; the cold ebbed out slowly, not as abrupt as it had come, and Tsuyu slowly began to stir helped by the proximity of Todoroki’s left side.

“Alright, kiddos! I hope you’re interested in coding, ‘cause I know by heart and tonight, we make history!”

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Phantom typed away without thinking it twice, confident, whilst the class watched and Midoriya took notes just as fast, transcribing on his notebook what Phantom put in the computer.

Kyoka leaned against Tokoyami’s side as they saw, well, history. “This is the best night ever. Do you have any other interesting being in your journal? Possibly someone who liked karaoke?”

“Just so y’all know!” Phantom told them cheerily, spinning his neck 180º degrees as his hands kept typing. “I know I’m cool and a chill guy to hang out with, but that’s ‘cause I was human and died at fourteen! Most beings that can be summoned hate being summoned. Myself included, bus, as I said, I’m rather cool!”

A chill ran down the class’ back again, and all of them –minus Midoriya, who kept on writing– turned to look at the resident goths.

“… I shall abstain from more summonings, Lord Phantom.” Tokoyami conceded, and Dark Shadow cooed at him.

“There’s a good boy!” Phantom said brightly, returning to his coding.

“Let’s just do regular karaoke next week, right, guys?”

“Alright, students!” Phantom called them. “Get ready to get schooled!”

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