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fangirlstorycreator · 1 year

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Hey hey! Love your writing 💚. Could you possibly do a piece where ck Terry is just relaxing in his bathtub, enjoying some champagne, maybe even smoking a cigar . With a beautiful view of the beach and maybe some fruits and other pleasantries on the side. His sun tanned skin girlfriend then joins him maybe giving him a good massage and one thing leads to another😏😏steamy🤭if that's okay. Thank you in advance!😁💚💚

Thank you so much anon 💚 I'm so glad your enjoying my stories I post, I'm very happy to write this one for you 😁

The sunshine and warm wind was perfect to walk out in on this summer's day. Your boyfriend Terry's house was based right next to the beach and it was absolutely beautiful. You told him that you were going for a swim down the beach, it was literally a 30 second walk from the house, while he was finishing an email in his office. You went upstairs and dressed yourself into your new bikini, it was royal blue in colour and it was a beautiful piece of swimming gear, it really complimented your figure. You slip into your flip flops and grab a towel before walking through the house and out of the backdoor.

You could feel the sun shining down onto your skin and hair, and the warm air was gently moving little strands of your hair as you walked down onto the sand. It was like having your own private holiday, and you loved it. Putting your towel on the sunbed and slipping out of your flip flops, you make your way to the water. It's a beautiful light blue today, like you were walking towards liquid sapphires, then once the water washed over your feet, it was wonderfully cool against your skin. You walked in until the water was up to your waist then you slowly fall into the water and float on the surface as the water cooled your warm skin. It was pure bliss.

Terry wasnt always a fan of the sea, so he would only come in if you tempted him. But today you just wanted to enjoy a few minutes to yourself, floating like you weighed nothing at all. You stayed in the sea for about half an hour before you eventual decided to go back in. You were walking up towards the house with your towel wrapped around your waist, when you see the downstairs bathroom large doors wide open. Curiosity got the best of you and you walk over to see why it's open, and that's when you see Terry sat in the large hot tub, looking out onto the water. "Ah there is my beautiful goddess, did you have a nice swim?" "Yes I did Terry, however, I wasnt expecting to see you in hear"

He chuckles as he reaches for a glass of champagne on the side of the hot tub. "Well I was so enjoying watching you. Seeing your beautiful body glistening in the water was a true sight to see. So, I decided to put this hot tub on and...enjoy the view" "Oh did you indeed? Well would you like some company in that hot tub of yours?" He simply smiles at you as he leans over and pours another glass of champagne for you. You take your towel off and walk up to the hot tub, and of course because Terry is an absolute gentleman, he offers you his hand as you climb in. You settle into the water and Terry hands you a glass of champagne.

As you take a sip, you cant help but admire Terry's chest. His strong muscular chest has a few droplets of water running down it as the bubbly water moves over him. Its hypnotic to watch it, so you decide to make him an offer. "I see that one of our massage oils is behind you Terry, why dont you pass it over and I can use it on you?" "I like the way you think sweetheart" He happily hands it to you and you change your position, by backing up and sitting on the edge of the hot tub with your feet still in the water. Your hand glides over Terry's shoulder, making him sit infront of you, with his back inbetween your legs. Pouring some oil into your hands, you start moving your hands over him and massaging his shoulders with your thumbs, getting into any tight nots you can find.

He is loving this, and he leans into your touch. His long silver curls are brushing against your legs as he moves his head back, while little moans leave his lips like whispers. "Ooohh sweetheart, you have no idea how good this feels" he says as his eyes close. You giggle at his reaction and continue to massage his shoulders and down his arms. At one point your fingers run over his collarbone and stroke over his chest, his muscles feel so hard and yet so smooth and silky at the same time. He loves it when you do this to him, and he turns his his head a little and kisses your hand before you move back to his shoulders. You get the feeling that Terry is starting to feel a little naughty, because his arm wraps under one of your lower legs and he moves it so it's over his shoulder and your foot is resting on his thigh.

With his hand still around your leg, he starts kissing along the soft and silky skin on your leg, occasionally running the tip of his tounge across it too. "Your so beautiful sweetheart, I cant resist your body" You giggle at him, then he turns and stands up a little and takes you into his arms with your legs around his waist. Then he sits back down into the water with you on his lap, and you already realise he isnt wearing anything. "Your always so good to me, I dont know how I got so lucky when you came into my life" "Would you like to get luckier babe?" His response was a sweet and slow kiss, his lips were so soft and delicate, and his tounge always felt so good in your mouth. His legs spread out a little so you could feel him, he was getting harder the more you kissed him.

One of his hands moved into the water and it found the part of your bikini covering your privacy, and he slides it to the side. His hands then wraps around his hard cock and he moves the tip over your sensitive clit, making you shudder under his touch. "Uhh Terry, I want you babe, I want to feel you inside me" It was as if your words made something in Terry snap, and he enters you with a long and deeply penetrating thrust. You gasp at him entering you, but he felt so good. Kissing him again, your hands hold onto his shoulders as your hips move back and forth against him, and his hands are gripping onto your hips. As your moans get gradually louder and stronger, Terry picks up the pace, by moving your hips quicker and moving his hips to thrust up into you, slamming the head of his cock against your G spot while his fingers are teasing your clit. "Oh Terry, I'm so close. Please dont stop!" "That's it sweetheart, take all of me. I want to cum inside you!"

Your so sensitive and before you know it, the waves of pleasure are flooding through you making you physically shake against Terry's legs, and your nails dig into his shoulders as Terry continues to fuck you through your orgasm. He cums at the same time as you and your both letting out deliciously sounding moans as your experiencing the high of your orgasms. His grip on your hips gently release and you fall against his chest and rest your head on his shoulder. He kisses your shoulder as he says "My god I love making you feel like that sweetheart. You always look so beautiful" You sit up to look at him. "I can't.....get my legs to stop shaking" you were a little breathless when you said this, but it just makes Terry chuckle. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll take care of you"

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai #terry silver x reader

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chaoticevilorange · 2 years

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omg hey its me Pluto, for like the third time? I hope you're doing well, and taking care of your self! 👏🏼HY👏🏼DRA👏🏼TE 👏🏼OR 👏🏼DIE👏🏼DRA👏🏼TE 👏🏼.

Aside for my aggressive affection, I was wondering if you could make an Iwazumi one with a reader who's love language is touch and their hispanic. Like I feel like Hajime would be the type of lover to be like 'I hate everyone but YN' yk? Like he tolerates people, mostly his team, everyone else on the other hand 😬. They avoid that man like the plague. And like here comes hispanic YN with a ✨️chancleta✨️ about to knock a succer out and he's like '😍🛐💍🧎🏽❤️🥰💞💘'. Idk if that smkes sense, I hope it does 😅. And feel free to change any small detail for it to fit to your liking or for it to be easier to write.

Anyways I'm a SUCCER for ✨️Iwazumi Hajime✨️ and the aggressive puertorican in me wants to know how'd he be with that kind of lover. OMG THIS IS ALRRADY SO LONG, IMMA SAVE YOU SOME SANITY AND STOP HERE ANYWAYS HAVE A NICE MORNING/DAY/NIGHT!!!

No worries bby! When I see your notifications I'm like 'ah yes, friendly friend, chum, pal, amix, mutual'

En esta casa también amamos y respetamos a nuestro hermoso Iwa-chan 🛐🛐🛐 we don't need holy water, we need personal trainer Iwaizumi Hajime 💖✨💖🤧💖✨💖🛐💕🛐💕🛐💕🛐✨✨✨✨I can think about a few scenarios, hope you like it!

A small drabble for Iwaizumi Hajime feat Oikawa Tōru travel to Iwa's s/o hometown to meet their family

A great power comes with a great responsibility

He wasn't sure at first but he kinda needs a traducer just in case, and Oikawa won't stop of nagging him to go on vacations together, pretty boy knows spanish so he decided to spend his vacations with his favourite person in the whole world and Bakakawa

Oikawa Tōru and his beloved partner get along too well for his liking, like sometimes she teams up with the annoying bastard just to pull a few reactions from him

He knows this, but he can hate everyone but his beloved y/n 😉

Here they are, you're currently dragging Iwa by hugging his arm and holding Oikawa's hand

When you all arrive to your family house your mom calls most of your relatives for a family emergency meeting (more like gossip)

So here they are, your cousin is fascinated with Oikawa while you and Iwa try to keep up with your mother's questions

Soon as they greet Iwa and Oikawa they break the personal space barriers

Your aunt grabs their faces to place a big smooch on their cheeks

Your cousin does the same, your other cousin gives them a firm hand shake and side hug with a few pats on their shoulder

Your home knows no boundaries regarding Japanese etiquette for greetings and Oikawa is enjoying every bit of it

After a while you and Iwa are chilling in the couch

He is leaning over to kiss you when you see Oikawa and your cousin, their heads peeking from the doorway

Your cousin asks when are you going to have sex with your boyfriend

Iwa didn't understood why your beautiful face morphed into a death glare, he could clearly see a vein in your forehead

And then Oikawa asked in Spanish if Iwa had sinful moans

In a split of second, noone really knows where did you pull the mighty flip flop also well known as 'chancleta'

Flew at full speed right in Oikawa's face, you gracefully sprinted towards the door grabbing the chancleta from the floor to chase down your cousin

Iwa is stunned, when he recovers after the initial shock his first thought was 'y/n is an avenger and i didn't knew it'

Seeing Oikawa on the floor rubbing his face is now one of his favourite moments of life

The first one was asking you out 💖✨

Wants to learn your technique, how did you managed to yield the flip flop like captains america's shield???

Soon he learns it's imprinted in your DNA, the chancleta ways has been passed down generation to generation by the females on your family 😂😅

Later you can see Iwaizumi's eyes shine with respect and stronger emotions of love

Respectfully tells your mother you're the most gorgeous woman he had ever dated making you blush bright red

Oikawa has found a new fear, had to add flip flops into the list of things can be thrown to his head, his friends are really a power couple

Thanks for reading 🐨💖✨ I had fun writing this one 😂💖 y/n hembra alfa, lomo plateado chancla de vibranium 🤭😂💖

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #🐨 imagines #🐨 answers #hq iwaizumi #hq oikawa #haikyuu hajime iwaizumi #haikyuu oikawa #iwa x reader #tag your boy

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kibbits · 1 year

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I have a few questions about your Theater AU

1) Are the boys separate or in the same body? If the same body, have they ever tried doing something like Jeckle and Hyde? Will management separate them?

2) Does Y/N have a sibling? If so, would they ask to be in the show somehow? Like a child actor? How would the boys treat them? Would the boys help with their acting?

3) If this is a comedy show for the boys, what sorts of plots will be in there?

4) Is Y/N going to double as both an actor and a caretaker in this AU?

Hi!!! Gotta admit I didn't develop it much in December so I don't have things 100% concrete, haha, but I love getting questions about it! Sorry for the delay, I was taking the time to think about the questions

Ah, so this turned out longer than I thought, so putting it under a readmore fljkgk

1) The boys are in the same body! They have absolutely done Jekyll and Hyde! In fact, I'd been thinking it might even be one of the last shows they did, so Moon sometimes gets stuck in that mentality (well, more like impulsive gremlin, but when you're a metal robot with little to no experience with how fragile humans can be, it also gets dangerous and scary)

I haven't decided yet if management is going to separate them, but for now I'm gonna go with no --Moon in this AU is in fact working as intended, and has Sunny's full support. It's probably easier to wrangle ONE animatronic (body) rather than two at the moment, so it wouldn't even be on the table until they're safer for the humans around them, but maybe in the far future!

2) I haven't fleshed out Y/N too much, so idk if they'd have a sibling yet, but once it's safer, it's a really cute idea to include either a kid from their family, or that they regularly babysit or something!

Probably not as a child actor? But maybe they can eventually grow to include volunteers in their shows --I remember getting picked to play a woodpecker from the crowd when i was a little kid gdjklg. And maybe that kid can work with them and Y/N behind the scenes to set up what that calling for a volunteer would look like

For now, only Sun really knows how to interact with kids? And that's by putting on his characters' persona, so it's akin to uuuh what's it called, a face character actor at disneyland? always in character, and a bit too posed and acted to feel natural (though the kids love it) but he doesn't know his own strength, or the kids', so it's a bad idea to have him interact with them directly and without supervision. Later, he learns to tone it down a little and he's delighted to interact with the kids, he just loves their energy and enthusiasm! Yes, even when they're having a tantrum --gotta admire the dedication to letting their feelings be known! fgjkldgk

As for Moon, for now it's a very, very bad idea to let him interact with kids. His roles are villain roles, and not always kids' stories villains, so it's a bit like if a haunted house actor was given carte blanche/told to go ham, was in character 24/7 and also didn't know about the no contact rule. And regularly breaks staff bots. Later though, he ALSO tones it down, and is more like that one older cousin or villain actor that loves to mess with or annoy you in a funny gremlin way, and pulls faces at you when the adults aren't looking to make you laugh

I think if they were asked directly, they'd help their acting! By the time they're safe enough to interact with kids, they've learned enough about how to go about it and also how not to comment/just play along unless the kid asks for pointers

3) I. Don't know yet fgjkldl I'm guessing you mean the shows and not their story? I haven't planned out anything concrete yet : O I'm still flip-flopping between wanting to make them 'fazbear and friends' type of knock-off retelling or original stories, or actual musicals. Maybe a few more classic ones? They definitely used to do more serious ones though, before the adults got bored of the novelty

4) Not entirely decided yet, but most probably they'll stay as a sort of talent agent/handler! They like acting with friends as in doing improv, dnd, LARPing, etc. but they're more of a stagehand than an on-stage kind of person. Sun and Moon probably trick them into doing a short guest appearance regularly though, haha, especially when it's a kids' show! (And Y/N can back out if they REALLY don't want to, it's all in good fun)

Thanks so much for the ask! Got me thinking more about it!!

#break a leg!au #asks #fnaf sb

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mrfandomgage · 9 months

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Rags looks over a sports magazine. He lies in his living room's couch. He flips through the magazine of professional athletes, both of regular looking humans, furry men, and everything in between. Rags stops flipping through to see a professional swimmer, a hippo man, who looks like he could easily walk from one side of the pool to the other without the water bothering him. While Rags is hot, he gets bothered by a knock at his front door, dropping his magazine to the floor.

Rags sits up and looks around, he hides his magazine underneath the couch cushion. He stands up and goes to the door, only expecting maybe a cookie package from his gardener. Rags opens the door, staring at white fluffy feet in black sandles. Rags looks up and stands upright. Goat looks exhausted.

"Hey Goat, how are you?" Rags asks, scratching the back of his head with a questioning expression on his face.

Goat puts a hand over his eyes and says, "Howdy, Dick. I probably shouldn't have walked in the sun all day".

Rags taps his foot, "already with insults?"

"I thought Dick was short for Richard, besides, yours stretches out those short shorts pretty far-"

Rags slams the door once he understands what Goat is talking about. He runs across the house and gets on a large shirt to cover himself up. Rags sighs, doubting Goat will still be there. Rags drags himself back to the front door. Upon opening the door he sees Goat leaning against the wall still covering his eyes.

"Is it safe to look?" Goat asks.

"You could've just told me I had a hard on damn it!" Rags shouts.

Goat removes his hand, "I'll take that as a yes. May I come in?"

"... yes, come on in Gage. I didn't give you my address for nothing. Though you were supposed to get here, if I recall correctly, TOMORROW!"

"I can leave if you-"

"NO, please don't! I just didn't expect you to show up is all. Can I take you to my room? That's where I keep a lot of my stuff anyways".

Goat nods. Rags moves to let Goat in and closes the door for him. Goat follows Rags through his house up to his room. Goat compliments the house being clean. Getting into Rags' room Goat flops himself halfway onto Rags' bed. Rags just chuckles.

"I like lying on my bed like that too", Rags laughs, "nice ass by the way".

"What?" Goat responds, he also crawls deeper onto the bed.

Rags shakes his head, "it's nothing, nothing at all. So you just wanna hang out?"

"Yeah, basically", Goat rolls over onto his back and kicks off his sandles, "had nothing better to do, and Catharine said I should".

"Ah. Do you want to dress up or something?"

"If you have anything I'd like wearing", Goat chuckles.

Rags digs in his closet and brings out a spiked collar, "does this-"

Goat snags the collar, and starts putting it on, "does it look nice?"

Rags blinks, "... you really move fast when you want to. I got a few more peices to go with it".

"Sure thing, I like this punk stuff".

Rags searches his closet, shifting around clothes until he finds pants with a few chains that match the style. He hands over the black pants to Goat, and keeps himself facing the closet, looking for more to go with it. After five more minutes, he finds studded boots and a jacket, producing them from the closet. He watches as Goat takes off his shirt, and wishes to object, but stops himself from doing so. Turning back to the closet he looks for a few more things to finish the outfit.

"Hey Rags", Goat starts to ask, "could I possibly get some socks?"

"Sure, for the boots, right?" Rags asks.

"No, for my horns, what else?"

"Ha ha. Looking for some now".

Goat moves his ears around to deal with the spike studded collar. Rags hands over some socks, but as well fingerless gloves with spiked bracelets on the end. Goat slips on the socks and puts the boots onto his feet. Rags gets a brush and starts styling Goat's fur, to help convey the look. Goat puts on the gloves, and tightens them. Rags brings a black power over to Goat.

"Hey, no!" Goat Objects, "I don't like makeup gels, too cold".

"Oh, no, this is a charcoal powder. It's what I use to darken my hair", Rags explains, "I wanted to darken the underneath of your eyes".

"Well I..." Goat thinks about it, breaths in and sighs, "fine Richard, just do it".

"Thank you", Rags says. Goat closes his eyes, and Rags applies the power.

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

"Nope, it'll get in your eyes if you do so now".

"Hey, how do you keep this powder out of your right eye?"

"I only put the powder on top, and some of it goes down, sure, but most of it stays out. I've had some fall into my eyes, it burns".

"Good to know".

"OK, done".

Goat stands up, "the boots are kinda heavy".

Rags looks up, "they make you really tall..."

"You're already short, Richard".

"Gage, they make you much taller, you ass!"

Goat pats Rags' head as he says, "yeah, yeah, you're just always short".

"... I uh... you look great like that, maybe later I can paint your horns with nail polish".

"Maybe later", Goat says, clearly unsure if he'd want that.

"Oh, I do have all my gaming stuff here, and a few controllers".

"Alright, I'm down".

#furry writing #averagegoatman #ragstherat

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shakespeareanwannabe · 2 years

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One Hell of a Year: August

Summary: When Molly Henderson makes the move from Chicago to Lockhart, Texas, she doesn’t expect much. A new teaching job, a new community, and maybe a few new friends, but what she didn’t expect was to meet Michael Perry, a man with a heart of gold, October eyes, and a smile that made her tummy do a strange little flip-flop. With Michael by her side, Molly finds that she may just be able to not only find a life in Lockhart, but thrive there as well.

Divider created by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: swearing

Disclaimer: I don’t own Michael Perry or Won’t Back Down.

Molly Henderson breathed deeply as she stepped into Jefferson Elementary School for the second time. Ironically, this time seemed harder than the first time, and the first time had been for her interview. The first time, she had just been thankful to get an interview for a teaching position when she had no connections in Lockhart, Texas anymore.

Now, she knew what a challenge she had in front of her. Though the principal and board representative had basically handed her the job, the school had a C rating. Getting any form of involvement from the parents and students would be a struggle, but she had wanted to make a difference in the world, so, instead of packing it in and going back to Chicago with her tail tucked between her legs, Molly stood with a box of supplies in her arms as she breathed in the scent of the front foyer. The nerves and excitement had kept her up all night, and the anxiety coursing through her veins made her knees tremble.

“Ah, Ms. Henderson. I’m glad you’re here.”

Molly turned at the sound. “Principal Mendez, good morning.”

The petite woman began ushering her down the hall. “I’m so sorry to do this, but my son just called and I have to run home for a few hours. I’ll walk you through your orientation when I get back, but you can start setting up your classroom for now, okay?”

Molly was already nodding. “Absolutely, no problem. I hope everything is okay.”

Principal Mendez nodded with a kind smile on her face. “Thank you. My daughter is sick and my son apparently can’t handle it.” She rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Teenagers.”

Molly chuckled lightly. “That’s why I stick with elementary. I remember what I was like as a teen, and I couldn’t handle teaching 30 mini-me’s.”

Principal Mendez laughed and came to a stop in front of a room. “Here we are. Room 17, your home for this year and hopefully many more.”

Molly peeked in through the cracked door and felt a rush of excitement. The walls were bare. Twenty-seven desks and chairs were pushed to the sides of the room, and grey curtains were pulled across what looked to be large windows. So much potential, and it was all hers to mold.

“It looks perfect, Principal Mendez.”

“Good, I’m glad,” the older woman smiled. “Our custodian is down that hall and to the left if you need any help, and our secretaries would be more than happy to assist you, I’m sure. Oh, and…” she trailed off as she beckoned Molly to the room across the hall, Room 16, where the lights were on, and the faint sound of folk music was drifting through the open door. “Michael?”

“Yes, ma’am?” a cheerful voice called out as the music was turned off.

Principal Mendez pushed the door open and urged Molly into view.

“Molly Henderson, this is Michael Perry, our fifth-grade teacher. Michael, this is Molly. She’s joining our staff as the new fourth-grade teacher. I was hoping you could help show Molly around and introduce her to some of the other teachers while I run home to make sure my house hasn’t turned into a disaster zone.”

Molly’s first impression was that the man had a really nice ass. Really, it was her only impression because she couldn’t see his face. All she could see were his jeans straining around his hips and ass as he bent low to the ground to finish stapling some green paper to a bulletin board. She had to keep herself from biting her lip and making a noise that would most certainly get her fired before she even started.

Her second impression, as he slowly straightened and turned towards the door, was that the man had a really nice everything. His grey T-shirt clung to his arms and chest just right, his black hair had the most adorable sprinkle of grey, his eyes were warm and welcoming, and his smile made her feel like she was in middle school again with a crush on the cute boy down the hall.

“Hey, nice to meet you!” he strode over to the door, hand outstretched to shake.

Shit, even his voice was really nice, and when she shook his hand, she felt the blood rush to her face as his warm hand completely engulfed hers.

Internally shaking her head, she pulled herself together enough to smile and thank him. “It’s really nice to meet you too. I’m happy to be here.”

“Girl, you are here to teach. Don’t blow it for the first hot guy you see,” she scolded herself. “We have worked too hard for this.”

“I look forward to working with you,” Michael smiled, releasing her hand. “And not a problem, Renata. I’m sure between Molly and I, we can get everything done.”

Principal Mendez smiled and nodded, her heels tapping on the floor as she hastened away.

Molly turned back to Michael and smiled. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ll be okay on my own. It’s not my first time setting up a classroom.”

Michael chuckled. “Honestly, you’d be doing me a favour. If I stay in this room one more second, I’m gonna start second guessing every design choice I made and end up tearing it all down.”

Molly stepped inside and looked around. Everything was bright and colourful with inspirational quotes and anchor charts covering the walls. It looked homey and warm, ready to be learned in and lived in.

“I think you did good,” she murmured, not catching the soft smile on Michael’s face as he watched her.

“Well, thank you. Now, I humbly offer you my design talents for your own room,” he announced with a bow.

She couldn’t help the bright giggle that escaped. “Oh, I didn’t realize that I was in the presence of classroom décor royalty.”

Michael nodded emphatically. “I don’t offer my services to just anyone.” He nodded at the box in her hands. “Is that your stuff?” At her nod, he reached for the box. “Let me get that for you. I’m assuming you’ve got more in your car or something?”

Molly giggled again. “Obviously.”

“Well, then let’s get to work.”

Molly and Michael awkwardly side stepped down the hall carrying a large green container between them.

“What do you have in this thing, bricks?” he joked, angling himself through the doorway backwards.

“What would you say if I said yes?” she sassed, lowering her end of the container to the ground, and letting out a deep sigh.

“I’d say you’re crazy,” he laughed as he copied her actions. “But then again, you have to be a little bit crazy to do this job, so you’d be in the right place.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Molly giggled and hauled herself up on one of the student desks to sit. “So, I take it that means you’re crazy too?”

“Oh definitely,” Michael replied as he perched halfway on the large desk that was now hers. “You’ll hear rumors when you meet the rest of the staff. I’m the crazy ukulele guy from Pittsburgh in Room 16.”

“Oh, crazy ukulele guy and décor royalty. You wear a lot of hats, Mr. Perry.” They laughed together for a moment, and Molly fought the chills that were tempted to crawl up her spine at the sight of his laugh lines. Ugh, even his laugh lines were cute. Less than half a day with this guy, and she already wanted to fall all over him. She subtly pinched her thigh and smiled at him. “So, Pittsburgh huh? How’d you end up in the Lonestar state?”

Michael smiled down into his lap. “Uh, long story? Short version is that I was born here and decided it was time to come back home. Is it cool if we end the story there?”

Molly held her hands up in a sign of peace. “No worries. I have clearly stepped over the boundary between co-worker and friend. Let me reel myself back in.” She stood and cracked open the green container on the floor. She picked up an item from the container and held it out to him. “Here. A peace offering to make up for the first of many social snafus I will undoubtedly find myself in this year.”

He smiled softly at her and allowed his fingers to brush hers as he took the outstretched object. “Hamlet for Kids?” he read the title aloud.

She nodded eagerly. “Yeah, I’ve got class sets of pretty much every age-appropriate play he wrote. The language is the same, but they take out some of the lewder material. Romeo and Juliet still have their farewell on the balcony after their wedding, but its not so obvious that it’s taking place the morning after they’ve banged each other’s brains out, y’know?”

He grinned at her and chuckled lightly. “You’ve taught this before to kids?”

She brushed her hair out of her face. “Yeah, depending on the class. The classes that were struggling would only do scenes in drama to improve their vocabulary and give them a chance to get out of their seats. Other classes would read the whole play and do character studies and stuff. It just depends.” She shrugged. “I’d usually let them vote on which play to read too.”

Michael bent over to look through the piles of books in the container, and Molly forcibly dragged her eyes away from his ass.

“You got a favourite?” he asked, picking up a well-used copy of A Midsummer Nights Dream.

“To teach? Gotta be Midsummer. The kids really get into the whole half man/half donkey thing,” she giggled. “But to read? It’s a toss up between King Henry the Fourth Part 1 and Much Ado About Nothing.” She looked up and noticed the soft smile on his face. “Oh god, did I do it again? Am I talking too much? Two social snafus in one afternoon? I’m so sorry.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” he soothed with a soft look in his eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was just thinking…”

Against her better judgement, she stepped closer to him, enough to smell the spicy aftershave that lingered near him. “Good things, I hope.”

He met her gaze, a hint of something in his eyes, and nodded. “Yeah…I was just thinking that you might be just what this school has been missing.”

Thankfully, Molly made it through the rest of the morning with Michael Perry without sticking her foot in her mouth or her tongue down his throat.

He had helped her get her inspirational posters hung just right on the walls, the bulletin boards looking cheery and bright. A professional looking calendar had been drawn on one of the blackboards, ready and waiting to be filled in with the day’s activities. In addition to her class sets of Shakespeare for Kids, she had also brought enough kids and young adult books to build a cute little book nook in one corner, draping gauzy material from the ceiling to form a large tent that she then filled with pillows so her kids would have a comfortable place to go if they got overwhelmed and needed an escape.

Speaking of her kids, she had enlisted Michael’s help in grouping the desks together in small pods, and their names were plastered across the classroom door on large stars. Her classroom was as ready as it could be, and she felt like she had taken the first step towards feeling at home.

Now, she was sitting at a small table with Michael in the staff room as Renata spoke with the staff about new board guidelines and expectations for the coming year, all stuff she had spoken about during her interview.

“And before I let you all go, and I know you’re all dying to get out of here and squeeze out the last few drops of summer,” Renata paused as the staff laughed. “I just wanted to introduce our newest staff member, Molly Henderson, who is taking over our grade 4 class.” Molly felt her face flush as some of the staff gave her a welcoming applause, Michael clapping the loudest from beside her. “I trust you all will make her feel welcome here. Now, get out of here. I’ll see you bright and early on the first day back.”

Molly grinned as Renata led the charge out of the staff room, knowing she could email her new principal if she had any questions prior to the first day.

“Hey, a bunch of us are heading over to Kreuz’s for a late lunch, if you want to join,” Michael murmured quietly.

Molly blinked. “Kreuz’s?”

“Yeah,” Michael chuckled. “Oh, you are clearly not from around here, huh?”

She bit down on her lip and shrugged timidly. “What gave me away?”

“Only not knowing the best barbecue place in all of Texas!” Michael nudged her elbow gleefully. “You’re definitely coming now.”

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude,” Molly tried to dissuade him.

“You wouldn’t be intruding. I want you to come,” he leaned down to meet her gaze and gave her the most adorable pair of puppy dog eyes that she had ever seen. “Please?”

Unbidden, a smile pulled on her lips. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. I guess I can come.”

“Yes!” Michael pumped his fist, pulling a giggle from her throat. “If you want, you can follow me in your car or you can just come with me and I can drop you back here later.”

Molly always told her students that there would come a time when a single decision would change the course of their entire lives. When she was teaching in Chicago, a lot of the time she was talking about the decision to join a gang or stay on the straight and narrow. Here in a C rated school, it would probably be the decision to drop out or stick it out. She didn’t know it then, but this was her moment.

“I’ll come with you.”

Michael drove a little blue Nissan.

“It was my car in college,” he shrugged as he wrenched the passenger side door open with a shrug. “I got around alright on public transit in Pittsburgh, so I left it out here.”

Molly held up her hands in defense. “Hey, I didn’t say anything.”

Michael shook his head with a grin as he slid into the driver’s seat. “You’d be surprised by how many people are surprised by my car. Everyone always thinks I drive a big truck or something.”

It was Molly’s turn to shrug. “Most guys who drive big trucks are usually compensating for something anyway.” When her brain caught up to what her mouth had said, she buried her head in her hand with a grimace. “I swear, I’m not normally like this.”

The sound of Michael’s laugh filled her with warmth. “It’s okay, I like it. It’s honestly kinda badass that you say what you want without fear, and it’s pretty cute when you get embarrassed by it.”

Molly snorted, only taking a second to reprimand herself for making such an unladylike sound in front of possibly the hottest and nicest guy she had ever met.

“Easy for you to say, you don’t have to live with this big mouth of mine. My mom always told me that a proper lady should be seen and not heard.”

“Wow, that’s very 17th century of her, no offense.”

She shrugged, crossing her arms across her chest and curling into herself slightly. “No, don’t worry about it. Literally nothing you say about my mother could offend me because it’s all true.” She caught sight of his sympathetic stare and lurched forward, finger jabbing the power button on his stereo system. “Sorry, do you mind?” she asked quickly, turning the dial on the volume up slightly. “I get car sick if there’s no background music.”

“Hey, no worries. Do what you’ve got to do.”

Molly fiddled with her hands in her lap for a moment. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk about her mom and her childhood with this incredibly kind almost-stranger that she was riding with. Something about Michael made her incredibly bold and open with her words, but that was exactly the problem. She was barely friends with this guy and she was already willing to spill her guts to him. What would happen if they got closer? Became friends? More than? She couldn’t risk it, not now. Not when she was just getting settled into a new city and a new job. “No more newness,” she promised herself silently.

Silently, she bit her thumbnail and stared out the window at the passing scenery. No more newness. There had been too much new in her life recently, and it had turned her life upside down and inside out. She needed something constant. Something sturdy.

“A new friend might be just the thing…” a voice whispered in her mind, and Molly closed her eyes heavily.

“Sorry,” she sighed, finally looking up to stare at his profile. “It’s just a touchy subject, y’know?”

“No problem, sweetheart,” Michael replied calmly, and she could tell he actually meant it. “We’re all allowed to have our privacy. Just know that, if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here. Judgement free zone, I promise,” he peeked over at her with a grin, and she felt something inside her melt.

“Thanks, Michael,” she murmured. They sat in companionable silence for a moment before Molly’s ears perked up. “You’re a Johnny Cash fan?”

He smiled embarrassedly. “Guilty.”

“What is there to be guilty about? The Man in Black is pretty badass.”

Michael’s giggle bubbled up between them. “Surprisingly, you are not the first to tell me that.”

“Your friend has good taste,” she smiled. “He really didn’t give a damn about anything but his wife, his kids, and his music, y’know? If only we could all find that passion.”

Michael smiled at her as he pulled into the parking lot at Kreuz Market. “Well, isn’t that our job? If everyone was born knowing their passion, what would we do?”

Molly smiled brightly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“You know what I’m passionate about right now?”

Molly shook her head, a small smile still tugging on her lips. Idly, she thought that she hadn’t smiled this much in a very long time. “What are you passionate about right now, Mr. Perry?”

He pointed towards the restaurant. “Getting some delicious barbecue into my mouth as soon as possible.”

Molly fell back against her seat, giggling. “Well, apparently it is my job to help people find their passions, so let’s go.”

“Alright, team, how’re we doing this?” Michael rubbed his hands together eagerly as the smoky, spicy, tangy scent of the barbecue pit wafted towards them.

Lauren and Alex, two teachers from the primary cohort who had joined them on their little lunch outing, laughed.

“Dude, I’ve never seen anyone get as excited about food as you do,” Lauren teased.

“Are you kiddin’?” Alex argued, his smile stretching across his cheeks. “It’s Kreuz’s! You, my new friend,” he addressed Molly. “Are in for a treat.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t have to look like his planning an incursion while talking about the food,” Lauren teased, prompting Alex into a heated debate about living to eat vs. eating to live.

“Typical,” Michael sighed with a smile on his face. “Those two have worked together for so long that the littlest thing can prompt a very loving debate between them. But, while they’re distracted, I can introduce you to the best barbecue in Texas.”

“That’s a bold claim,” Molly stated, but, based on smell alone, she had to admit that the place probably came close. Plus, the menu hanging over the counter advertised large portions of her favourite comfort foods.

“Trust me, honey, once you taste it, you’ll understand,” Michael smiled, pressing a hand between her shoulder blades to angle her towards the menu, and, luckily, missing the shy smile that appeared when he called her ‘honey’.

“Alright, Mr. Perry, you’re on,” she teased. “Now, what did you mean ‘how do you want to do this’?”

“Well, there are a couple of different ways we can order our food. Number one, we all just order for ourselves and take any leftovers home. Economical, but not exactly fun. Number two, we each order our favourites, take them out to a picnic table and eat family style, splitting the bill four ways. That’s my favourite way to order here.”

She smiled at him, feeling drawn into his enthusiasm. “Okay, that sounds good to me. But, I don’t know what my favourite is so I don’t really know what to order.”

Michael let his hand drift from her back to her shoulder, his arm resting against the back of her neck. “Well, I usually get the spareribs and cole slaw. Lauren typically goes for the turkey breast and potatoes. Alex likes to get a couple of sausage coils and beans,” Michael shrugged. “Go with your gut.”

Molly considered the menu. “What if…I got two half chickens? And I guess I’ll get the mac n’ cheese?”

Michael smiled softly down at her, and she felt something melt inside of her for the second time that day. “Perfect. Do you want to grab Thing One and Thing Two over there and get a table? I’ll put in our order and be right there.”

Molly nodded as he removed his hand from her shoulder, his face betraying a little embarrassment at being so forward, but she found herself missing the warmth it had provided.

As Michael stepped forward to the counter, Molly stepped back and followed as Lauren and Alex led the way to a nice picnic table under a shady tree out back of the meat market.

Settling in on the worn bench seat, Molly pulled out her sunglasses and perched them on the end of her nose, crossing her arms and breathing in the fresh Texas summer air.

“So, new girl, what’s your story?” Alex sighed, propping his elbow up on Lauren’s shoulder.

“Dude!” Lauren shoved him off. “Don’t be a dick. Sorry,” she turned back to Molly. “He’s better with first graders than with adults.”

Molly giggled. “Aren’t we all?”

“True.” They all chuckled. “No, but seriously,” Lauren continued. “You don’t have to tell us anything if you don’t want to.”

“It’s okay. There’s just…not much to tell,” Molly grimaced through a smile and hoped they wouldn’t notice.

Luckily, Alex shrugged. “Well, feel free to share whatever you want. We’re a pretty tight-knit group here, and we try not to judge. I’m sure we’ll be fast friends in no time.”

Molly smiled, warmly this time. “Thanks, Alex. That means a lot. I really hope that’s true.”

“Hmmm,” Lauren hummed with a small smirk on her face. “I agree, even if it looks like Michael wants to be more than just friends with you.”

Molly felt her face flush and was grateful for the hot summer sun for the unintentional cover it provided for her emotional state. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Girl, I have known Michael for five years, ever since he started at Jefferson. I have never seen him look at someone the way he looks at you, and that includes the girl he dated for like six months when he first moved here.”

Molly tightened her crossed arms around herself. “Honestly, I just met him. I barely know him.”

Alex scoffed and nudged Lauren in the ribs. “Now who’s being a dick?” He leaned across the table and put his hand on Molly’s forearm. “Look, honey. Nobody’s saying you’ve got designs on the hot, single teacher across the hall. But…” he shrugged. “Nobody would blame you if you did.”

“I…uh…”

“Lunch is served, kiddos. Get it while it’s hot!” Michael crowed, coming up behind them and causing Molly to jump out of her skin.

Alex popped out of his seat and grabbed the bottles of beer off the top tray while Lauren grabbed the bag of paper plates and plastic utensils off Michael’s pinky as he lowered the tin trays of steaming food down onto the wooden table.

“Sorry, Molly. I didn’t ask what you wanted to drink, so I got you a beer. But if you don’t want one, I can go grab you a lemonade or something,” Michael offered, looking almost disappointed that he may have screwed up her order.

“No, no, it’s okay!” she was quick to reassure him. “Beer is great.”

He smiled softly at her and used her shoulder for balance as he slid into the seat next to her. “Great.”

Lauren quickly used the bottle opener on her keychain to pop the caps of the four beer bottles. “Cheers! To new friends, good food, and surviving until Thanksgiving break!”

“I will drink to that!” Alex moaned as he raised his bottle high.

Michael winked conspiratorially at her as he nudged last beer bottle in her direction, and Molly felt herself flush.

Ready or not, it was going to be one hell of a year.

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And You Are My Sunflower 🌻 | Part 1

Warnings: 18+, drug use, nudity, allusions, and mentions of sex

Modern!AU The older teens go on a road trip to Cape Cod to stay at Mika's grandparent's beach house for a week.

Synopsis: The Gang gets together and heads out on the long journey to the Cape.

Ships: Forged in Hellfire with some Badass Babysitters Club in the background with Nancy and Johnathan (as if they actually have communication skills)

Words: 3.6k

"15 hours?" Eddie's eyes go wide, "Songbird, I hate to say this, but you're vastly overestimating my patience."

"Well we won't drive there all in one day," she assures him, toweling her wet hair, "There's a campsite about halfway, and then the next day- Bam! We're at the beach! Sipping Mai Tais and getting sand in uncomfortable places."

"But that's like 8 hours in a car. Babe, I can't even sit through a movie without losing interest!" He whines.

"You get pretty sluggish when you're high," she shrugs, "We'll take smoke breaks."

He narrows his eyes at her and jumps up from his spot on her bed, arms wrapping around her from behind, "Y'know I get... other things when I'm high too."

He trails his tongue after a water droplet on her neck before burying his nose into her exposed skin.

"Now we'll have none of that mister," She giggles, "At least not in the van. I'm sure whoever we're carpooling with would appreciate our modesty."

"What?!" He pulls away suddenly, "You mean I don't even get road head?!"

"You absolutely do not!" She playfully smacks his chest and he looks at her like she's grown a second head, "I honestly doubt Robin wants to watch me suck you off!"

"Yeah, no," he steps away, "I'm not going."

He flops back on the bed and grabs one of the magazines strewn about, flipping through it mindlessly.

She glares at him through the mirror, time to pull out the big guns.

"That's too bad," she sighs, digging through her dresser, "I'd bought a new bikini for just this occasion, but since you're not interested, I guess I'll just leave it here. Damn, and I've never seen Buckley blush so hard before."

He lowers the magazine to his chest, "New bikini?"

"Yeah," she drops the towel from her body, tosses it at him, and pulls on a tshirt and shorts, "It's dark red, and strappy..."

She crawls over him, fingers tapping the middle of his chest, "And it ties in this pretty bow right... here."

He looks back and forth between her fingers and face, "I uh... Yeah... On further reflection I think I might join you on this little roadtrip."

Her face breaks into the biggest smile and he can't help but laugh.

"You conniving bitch," he teases. His hands snake there way under her shirt, fingers tickling her sides, "Tricking me into saying yes with that gorgeous body of your's."

She let's out a shrill laugh and tries to squirm away, "Edgar!!!"

"Uh-uh, you're not getting away from me that easily," he flips them over, pinning her to the bed as he continues to tickle her, "Say it! Come on, say it!"

"S-say wha-at?!" She grabs onto his wrists but he doesn't stop.

"Apologize for using these perfect tits against me!" He takes a moment to squeeze one of her boobs with one hand.

"Never!" She giggles trying to wiggle away, "They're my g-greatest assets! I would- ah!- I would be a to-total idiot to not use them!- Ah! Eddie st-stop!"

He grins and leans down, blowing a raspberry against her neck, making her squeal his name again.

"Stop, stop! I'm gonna piss myself!"

"Say you're sorry!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She begs, "I'll never use my boobs against you again! Mercy! Mercyyy!"

"Fine," He pulls his hands away, but keeps straddling her hips, watching her try to catch her breath, "You still owe me like, 50 kisses though. For toying with my mind like that."

"Oh you love it," she teases, tugging him down to capture his lips. He smiles into the kiss, hands cupping her cheeks, "One."

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"Hey dudes," Argyle raises his hand in a lazy wave as he gets out of Joyce's car, "Hope you don't mind me taggin' along on this little excursion last minute, heh, the van's still outa commission."

"You guys have fun at the beach!" Joyce calls when Jonathan gets out of the car, "Just call me when you get there! And text me if anything happens!"

"Yeah mom, I will," he assures her.

"Hey Ms. Byers!" Mika grins while Johnathan grabs their bags from the trunk.

"Hi Mikaela. Eddie, you look handsome today," she says, causing said punk's face to turn pink, waving awkwardly at the woman.

He tries to hide behind his shorter girlfriend in embarrassment when Joyce waves again as she drives away.

"Niiice van," Argyle compliments, opening the back doors and tossing his duffle in with the other luggage, "So where are the other ladies and Harrington?"

"Steve is picking up Nancy and Jess," Mika says as they all climb into the van, the walls stained with the smell of weed, "We're picking up Buckley and meeting them at the town line."

Mika pulls out her phone and turns to the boys in the back, "Look at this cool app I found! You connect your Spotify to it and you can broadcast like a personal radio station to anyone with the app, I forced Harrington to download it too."

"Yeah, we're gonna take turns subjecting each other to our personal playlists," Eddie rolls his eyes, making a turn.

"So if you guys tell me the name of your favorite playlists I can add them into the rotation."

"Sounds cool to me! I hope you like stoner music, hehe."

It's not long before they're at Robin's house. She's sat on the front step with her grandfather's beat-up old suitcase next to her. She's been waiting for this trip for what feels like forever, beyond excited to hang out with some of the most accepting and supportive people she's ever met, at the beach no less!

"Hey losers," she grins, throwing her bag in the back and jumping in after, "Took you long enough!"

On the way to the edge of town Mika gets her playlist, mostly Indie artists and Show tunes.

The other group is waiting for them when they pull up.

Jess is sitting on the hood of the car, Steve leaning next to her as she laughs at something's said. Nancy is laying on her back in the back seat, legs dangling out the open door as she scrolls through her phone.

Johnathan switches cars, but Argyle is too busy joking with Robin to really notice. Not that he would mind anyways, he's just glad they're communicating again and not stressing him.

Mika triple checks that Steve has the right address in case their small caravan gets separated and pesters him about adding his playlists to the app. Eddie sees him roll his eyes and whine, but he gives in when Mika let's him play his music for the first couple hours.

Eddie groans, not particularly wanting to listen to pop music for hours.

Well, he thinks to himself, looking in the rearview, at least the company is decent.

She waits for the couples to get in Steve's car before getting back in the van.

As they drive on, he has to admit, not all of Steve's songs sucked, a couple of them he actually kind of liked. Maybe it had something to do with the way Mika sang along with a few of them with that smile he loves so much. But he'd still rather be listening to something a little more metal.

Steve hoped it wasn't obvious how much of his playlist was just songs that make him think of Jess, but he could almost hear Robin and Eddie's relentless teasing already. He distracted himself by focusing on the road, smiling over at Jess, her hair flying wildly around with the window open.

He looks back at Johnathan and Nancy. He's staring out the window and she's reading on her phone, but in the middle seat he sees their hands clasped together.

"Hey, I dunno 'bout you guys," Argyle says a few hours in, "But I gotta pee."

"Yeah I could also use a leg stretch slash pee stop," Robin adds.

Mika looks to Eddie, his fingers are tapping the wheel erratically, not at all in beat with the song, and his eyes aren't quite focused on the road. He was starting to get fidgety.

She finds a gas station on her phone and texts the other group that they were pulling off for a snack raid and pee break.

Before Eddie can even get the break on, Argyle is jumping out the back and running inside, followed shortly by Robin.

"I told you 15 hours was too much," Eddie growls, "How the hell am I supposed to do another 12 hours of thissss"

Mika rolls her eyes and opens the glove box, rummaging around til she finds a small ziploc with a few joints and a lighter in it.

"The same way we go on late night drives," she laughs, sticking one between his lips, "High off your ass."

He watches with wide eyes as she lights it for him.

"I fucking love you," he mutters and the blunt nearly falls. He holds it away and kisses her, before taking a long hit.

"I'm gonna go grab some snacks," she's says, grabbing her wallet and opening the door, "You want anything?"

"Doritos... oh and Chips Ahoy!"

"Gotcha," she chuckles and he watches her go inside followed by Nancy and Steve.

15 minutes later they all come out as a group, bags of goodies and trays of Icees in hand.

Eddie is reclined in his seat, curls of smoke swirling around him as he soaks in the warm sun through the dirty windshield.

He jumps when the driver's side door is pulled open, "Jesus! Wrong side princess."

"Nope," she steps up, "Move, it's my turn."

He groans and dramatically rolls his eyes, but climbs over to the passenger side. He knows she doesn't like him driving high. He grabs her sunglasses from the dash and puts them on, making her snort as she hands him a mixed slush and his requested junk food.

"Gimme your phone," he says after they get going again.

"Trade me," she's squinting against the bright sunshine, but holds out the device.

He does, putting on his own shades and changing the playlist, not to his, but Mika's.

Hitting shuffle, the song "Hope Less Romantics" by Make Out Monday comes on.

"They'll break you ten ways to Sunday

And Eleven to Monday my dear

Don't give 'em your hearts, give 'em your bullets

They'll hurt less when they throw them back at you

Hope less romantics

Come on, hope a little less romantics"

He passes the joint back to Argyle and sings along with her. Drumming his hands against the dashboard and shaking his head around, his hair flying around him.

They're both laughing and headbanging to different songs, sharing looks and little touches.

"And here I thought Steve and Henderson were the sickliest sweet couple on this trip," Robin coughs after a drag.

Thin clouds of smoke flow out the open windows of the van ahead and Steve rolls his eyes. The road is empty besides them and he's sick of looking at the piece of shit in front of them. So he decides to pass them.

To his surprise, he sees Munson smiling and singing along with non-metal songs in the passenger seat. And not that stupid smirk he always wears when he tries to annoy people, but a real one.

Not all of Mika's songs are rock, some are more folksy and warm, but a few almost sounded like... Eddie? But like he was doing screamo.

Looking at the screen of his phone quickly, he realizes that it is Eddie. His band Corroded Coffin had a Spotify page and, of course, Mikaela had it in her list.

After another handful of hours, the caravan makes it to the campgrounds that marked the almost halfway point, 7 hours from Hawkins.

They get the most secluded spot they can. There's just enough room for two tents and the vehicles, maybe a campfire if they squeeze the tents up against each other at one end of the lot.

"Did anyone see that food truck thing in the park across the way?" Nancy asks, stretching her back after the long ride, "Something there smelled so fucking good."

"Yesss!" Argyle points at her, "We should get food! And chill here and tell each other our deepest secrets like besties!"

Everyone just stares at him for a minute before Eddie speaks up, "Yo Byers, your friend scares me... But he has a good point, get in the van, we're getting food."

Before they go Eddie pulls Mika aside.

"Can I get a little something to remember you by?" He asks, hands firmly around her waist.

"Eds, you're not going off to war," she giggles against his lips when he presses kiss after kiss on hers, "The park's less than a mile away!"

"I know," he groans, hands traveling down towards her ass, "But it'd been a whole 40 minutes since the last time I kissed you! I was growing so weak."

He fake faints, collapsing against her and she struggles to hold him up.

"Poor Eddie's kissometer is still running-" he let's a little more of his weight on her, "Oh so dangerously low."

"Oh come're you big goof," she cups his face and plants a firm kiss on his waiting lips.

She feels his arms loop under her ass before he lifts her up and presses her against the side of the van.

"Fuck princess, don't stop," he whines and she tugs on his bottom lip with her teeth.

"Hey guys," Johnathon awkwardly clears his throat and they freeze, "Are we still getting food, or are you guys... ahem... too busy?"

He can't even look at them and his face is red.

"Duty calls," He pecks her lips again, "Keep those lips warm for me 'kay?"

He and Johnathan get everyone's order and take off to feed the masses.

A while later Steve and Nancy nearly have the tents up.

"Hey does anyone have like, any matches?" Robin asks, the fire pit ready to start burning.

"Yeah, just lemme-" Mika goes to grab her wallet, where she always keeps a small matchbook, from her back pocket but it's not there. It was there when they pulled into the campground, where did it- "God damnit Munson! Uh...."

Thankfully she'd thought to grab her messenger bag from the van before the boys left. She digs around in it until she feels the cool metal of her zippo brush against her fingers, "Gotcha!"

She tosses it to Robin who momentarily fumbles it, "Whoah, cool lighter!"

"Thanks, Eddie got it for me, it's one of my favorites."

"How many lighters do you have?" She asks as she lights the kindling.

"Uh... twenty..... three? I think."

"Yeah, that tracks," Nancy chuckles.

"Huh?"

"No, it's just that most people collect like... stamps or porcelain dolls," she explains, "I think it's pretty on brand for you to collect lighters."

"I collect porcelain dolls," Mika argues.

"Oh, really?" Nancy's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Yeah," she shrugs, "I've got like 8 clowns... and now that I hear myself, I see what you mean."

"Hey, tall stuff!" Mika calls to Argyle, grabbing a staple gun from her bag and a white sheet she'd brought, "Help me out here."

"Yeah sure, what're we doin'?" He joins her by a few trees.

"I need you to lift me up so I can hang this up, I brought my projector and we need a screen," She explains.

"Shit, we're doin' movie night? Absolutely, just let me- Here we go!" He bends down and wraps his arms around her thighs, lifting her a good distance up.

"Hey!" Just as she's about to staple the first corner to a tree, when tires scrape against gravel and someone yells, making Argyle turn.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Dude!" The van recklessly backs into the spot.

"Those-" Eddie nearly falls on his face as he jumps out of the still running van, "Those are my thighs! Hands off!"

Before either of them can say anything, he grabs around her knees and pulls her close. His grip loosens just enough for her to slide down to eye level, but her shirt catches on his arm and rides up.

"Hey man, no harm meant," Argyle raises his hands in surrender before wandering over to help Johnathan with the copious amount of food.

Eddie glares at him as he passes, holding Mika tighter.

"You're cute when you're possessive," She comments and he gasps.

"I am not possessive!" Still holding her off the ground, he pouts, "I'm just not used to sharing!"

"I dunno, sounds pretty possessive to me man," Steve says, earing a huff from Eddie.

"'m not possessive."

"Whatever you say Munson," She smiles, lightly kissing his nose, "Now give me my wallet back and help me staple this sheet to a tree."

He sets her down, giving her a sheepish smile as he hands her wallet over, "Sorry."

"You're lucky you're cute."

"Yeah," he turns her around, arms wrapping around her thighs, and he lifts her back up.

She staples one corner, "Okay, now move over... Eddie?"

He's too busy nuzzling his face into the side of her ass to hear her.

"Edgar Munson!" She giggles, tugging on part of his hair.

"What?! I'm a little busy here!"

"Well, be a little busy over there," she points to the other tree.

He let's out an exaggerated groan, "So fuckin needy."

"So what did you bring to watch?" Steve asks through a mouthful of food.

"I have a bunch of movies on my laptop," Mika tells him, stapling the second corner of the sheet, "I was thinking the Poltergeist trilogy."

She feels Eddie's arms tighten around her, "Or Labyrinth. I guess it depends on what people want to watch."

Much to Eddie's dismay, as the group settles around the fire with their food and Mika sets up the projector, they decide on the horror genre. They had (nearly) all agreed that Poltergeist sounded like the perfect series to watch.

Mika almost felt bad for suggesting it when she sat down in the back of the van with Eddie and he looked like he wanted to die.

"Oh come on," She whispers teasingly, trying to lighten the mood, "This movie's ancient, you don't actually think it's scary."

He lets out a little noise, almost a whimper before clearing his throat, "Yeah, no. Of course not."

He wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her against him, but his fingers tap nervously against her arm.

Her phone rings about 10 minutes into the film. Eddie whines when she pulls away to check it, "It's Kota, I'll be right back."

She kisses his cheek and walks around to the other side of the cars.

"Hey Gramps."

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure you kids got to the campsite safe."

"Yeah, we're all settled. We just started a movie."

"Whatcha watchin?"

"Poltergeist.

"Oh yeah? How's the metalhead doing with that?"

"He's uh... okay?" She doesn't even try to sound convincing.

"He'll live," he chuckles, "Oh, before I forget! I dropped off a little surprise at the house this morning. There's something for you in the living room, and something for everyone in the fridge, you're all 21, right?"

"Tsch- No!" She laughs. Knowing he's fully aware of that fact.

"Ohhh, that's right, you're the oldest, aren't you? Well, just don't talk to any cops."

"Sounds like a plan-"

"Jesus Fucking Christ!"

"Uh, I gotta go..."

"Ok, just don't forget to check in tomorrow so I know you're alright. Love you songbird."

"Love you too Kota."

She shoves her phone into her back pocket and goes back to find Eddie pressed against the wall, one leg hugged to his chest. His other foot is shaking anxiously just above the ground as he tries to stare through the makeshift screen.

"Hey," her voice is soft as she carefully reaches to touch his shoulder.

"Fuck!" He jumps, pressing himself closer to the wall.

"You okay back there man?" Argyle calls over from the other side of the campsite, "You seem a little jumpy."

Every one turns around and his eyes go wide.

"Y-yeah I just... uh-"

"I popped up and scared him," Mika cuts in with an apologetic smile, "Sorry guys."

Satisfied with their explanation, the group turns back to the movie.

Mika grabs a blanket and wraps herself in it. She leans against the opposite wall, looking at Eddie worriedly.

"Hey," her voice is even quieter as she nudges him with her toe.

He's biting at his fingernails when he looks over at her with the biggest, saddest, brown eyes she's ever seen. So she opens up her arms for him.

He hesitates for a moment, glancing back at the rest of the group, god forbid he look mushy in front of the gang, but in the end he dives into her waiting arms.

The warmth of the blankets wraps around him, blocking the sound of the movie and allowing him to breathe again. He sighs when he feels her press her face into his hair.

"Sorry," She mutters causing her to look up at her in confusion, "I... I shouldn't have suggested horror, I know you don't like it."

"Hey-"

"So much for starting on a high note-"

"Mika," he chuckles, sitting up enough to grab her chin, "There's no reason to get all worked up, Songbird."

Those sad eyes are gonna be the death of him. He leans up to meet her pouty lips, melting against her.

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#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x oc #Forged in Hellfire #Prisma self ships #prisma writes #self shipping #eddie munson fanfic #And you are my Sunflower #🌻

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j4m3s-b4k3r · 4 months

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Sweaty Santas

There’s nothing so pathetic as the sight of a traditional Santa Claus, in his red fleecy robe, hat & fake beard, bell-ringing in Australia at Christmas. Sun & sidewalks radiate blazing summer heat, as Trad-Santa’s nylon beard & red velour hat stick to his sweat-soaked forehead. His face is red as he feebly swings his bell, but it’s not the rosy red glow of Northern Santa, but sunburn & imminent heat stroke. Trad-Santa looks so uncomfortable, with that skunk stripe of sweat soaked through the back of his plush red suit, that I throw money into his charity-bucket out of sympathy for him, rather than the orphans.

Growing up in Australia, Christmas seemed weird to me, even as a child. The seasonal trimmings of the holiday don’t match our environment. In the southern summer, Christmas displays show northern hemisphere winter trappings of reindeer & snow, as Australians have backyard BBQs while serenaded by cicadas. Seasonal tunes sing of sleigh bells, & chestnuts roasting on open fires, as we roast in blazing summer sun.

Jolly Christmas traditions were no doubt therapeutic where they began, in the dour depths of a North European winter. However, Christmas at the bottom of the world is celebrated in the middle of summer vacation. We're already having fun, and there's no need for seasonal cheer. Hence northern Christmas traditions are sometimes tweaked in Australia. Some prefer to celebrate Christmas in July, and pragmatic summer Santas wear flip-flops and boardshorts rather than the sweaty red rig.

A Christmas tradition in my family was Dad grumbling about Christmas itself, in tirades against crass merchandising. For several years, I helped Dad procure & decorate splendid eucalypts as Baker Family Christmas trees, instead of the standard pine model. Dad definitely liked the Australian native tree slant on a northern tradition. Plus, driving out into the bush around town to nick a gum tree didn’t cost him any money (take that, Xmas Merchandising Machine™.) After the morning kerfuffle of opening prezzies, we often had Christmas lunch outside, at a table under the crab apple tree in our backyard. Most Christmases, my family would then visit Grandma & Pop in Dad’s childhood home, where gifts were exchanged with grandparents, cousins, aunts & uncles.

One year though, we played host to members of the broader clan in the ‘good room’ - the poshest part of our house. This required two tables, one for adults and another for children, where sulky 'tween me was relegated. I escaped the kiddie table however, when Pop decided to hang with us kids after lunch, and I seized the chance to sit in his seat instead. I’d finally gotten into an exclusive club - THE GROWNUP TABLE. Only marred by those noisy children, trolling for After Dinner Mints when the meal was over.. I haughtily turned my attention to the adults, and tried to follow their conversation..

But the grownup chitchat wasn't as scintillating as I'd expected.. Plus, it was suddenly strangely peaceful.. 'Where are the kids? Hmmm..' I found them in their bedroom, utterly silent, apart from occasional moaning. When I asked what was up, Rob feebly said “The back of my eyeballs hurt.” Mystified, I went back to the good room, where adults relaxed with their cigarettes, beer & port, and reported that the kids had the flu. “Ah yes, The Irish flu..” said Uncle Mike, to chuckles from Pop, who admitted he might have shown them how to make a “shandy or two”.

The little hands that had combed through post-lunch dining table remains weren't only looking for lollies and Christmas chocolates, but dregs of beer, sherry & port too. Applying new found knowledge in making moonshine.. The adults enjoyed the rare joys of a quiet Christmas Day. While I was left with the sneaking impression that the kiddie table might have been the fun place to be that year.

Years later, in response to Dad's annual harangues about the oppression of programmed generosity & his obligation to buy stuff, there was a Baker family Christmas where everyone made presents for each other instead. It's legendary amongst my siblings, but I was overseas by that point, and missed it. Apparently Dad applied himself with gusto, making some truly creative gifts (a mouse made from half a coconut shell was a highlight). This didn’t become a family tradition, sadly. Making gifts by hand requires time, and as our clan grew bigger, gift-making would've been a year-around event (Lord knows how Santa’s elves manage it, eh?)

In later years, as his offspring multiplied, even Dad became more comfortable with the Christmas celebration. He put his bah humbugs to the side, and enjoyed playing Santa in an inflatable fat-suit I bought him (the best fun per dollar 8 bucks I ever spent). As for me, I came to see that Santa Claus is indeed the patron saint of capitalist materialism. Because Santa's gospel is - good people get stuff, and if you don’t get any stuff it’s coz you’re BAD. Something about that philosophy just doesn’t sit right with me.. (so I’m very much my father’s son after all). Let’s downplay the emphasis on stuff, and just enjoy loving each other instead.

Have a Happy Christmas, everybody!

#australia #santa claus #illustration #xmas #cartoons #christmas #australian christmas

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ja3hwa · 3 years

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Jongho || Not As Innocent

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Making out, A lot of swearing, Bite marks, Scratch marks, Dirty talk, Dom Jongho, Sub Fem Reader, Riding, Eating out, If I missed something let me know.

Notes: I think this is the longest fic I've done and I wasn't planning on it being long but oh well ahah.

Hotness. The need for touch so unbearable it could hurt. The thought of your boyfriend slips in and out of your mind. His touch, his breath against your hot skin. Oh, how you ache for him. His lips, his body, his deep beautiful eyes. The perfectness, gentleness, his love.

"Argh," You sigh out flicking your hands in a huff onto the soft mattress. You feel so lonely. You said to the boys you wanted to retire to bed because you were tired. Even though you all were on holiday at the beach house, the day was filled with excitement and so much sun, leaving you exhausted from the heat.

But ever since you headed up to the room all you could do was stare at the plan ceiling. The boys are most likely still awake, given San and Wooyoung were determined to get late-night take out, even though it's almost twelve in the morning.

Tossing and turning you try your hardest to sleep. The soft pillows and comforter suddenly feeling hard and no longer pleasing. Huffing again, the thought of your boyfriend hits you.

Out of all times, now?

You thought, annoyed at yourself. Finally getting out of the bed, grabbing your shirt that you threw off earlier and pants following. You put them back on so you were no longer in your underwear.

Seeing all the boys outside, relaxing in the summer breeze. Drinks and food all over the table, as they enjoy themselves finally getting a break from promotions. You open the glass sliding door stepping outside quickly. The boys all eyed you suddenly at you appearance, having their few words slipping out with chuckles.

"Oh look who's still awake."

"Did you sleep already?"

"Couldnt stay away from us could you."

You chuckle at there remarks, never cessing to amaze how cheeky they could be. You move swiftly to the back of Jongho's chair, snaking your arms around his neck laying you palms on his chest. Noting Wooyoungs goofy 'eww' comment, you whisper into Jonhgo's ear.

You want to be sexy, blunt even. Not something you're used to, cause let's face it you would be considered the shyest person ever. You can't even order food without mildly panicking. But this time you wanted to be confident.

"Baby, If you don't come and fuck me right now, I might go crazy." You almost moan out into his ear, feeling heat rush through your body. The drink Jongho was drinking quickly came back up at the sound of your sweet voice in his ear, choking out. He leans forward, letting you slip away from him before walking back inside with a simple 'night boys' pursuing.

"You okay there Jongho?" Yunho pats the poor maknae's back while he cough's up a 'yes'. He has never seen you act like this. You were not one to usually to ask for sex or anything in that matter. But now, all he could think of was what you said was really hot.

"What was that about?" Mingi asks.

"Yeah, what did she say that made you choke?" Wooyoung laughed.

Jongho finally managed to stop coughing, taking a sigh of relief. He looks up to see all his members waiting for an answer.

"Uh, I..uh. I'm just gonna go." Jongho suddenly jumps up, giving a fake stretch.

"You know long day, kinda tired..." His voice trailed off. All the boys give eyeing stares at each other, realising the situation that is now occurring.

"Well stay safe." Hongjoong laughs.

"Treat her well." San follows.

"Don't break anything!" Mingi yells.

"Hey, Use protection." Seonghwa bites.

Jongho sighs, feeling his face red and hot from embarrassment. Heading off towards his bedroom where you await for him.

'okay okay okay okay. Chill everything is fine. You just happened to ask your boyfriend to fuck you in front of all his friends. Oh god, what if they heard me!!!'

You flop onto the bed, mildly screaming at yourself into the pillow. Rolling over to look up at the ceiling.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid."

"Honey?" You hear a faint voice followed by the door opening with a creek. You sit up to see Jongho inching inside the room, quickly closing the door, locking it in the process.

"What was that all about." He asks crawling onto the bed towards you. You sit up, leaning against the headboard."

"I- Uh. I couldn't sleep. all I could think about was you and your--" You stop mid-sentence stuttering like crazy, beginning to feel flustered.

"Mhm, it's okay honeybun. Tell me what you want." He smirks pulling you by the thighs towards him, so he can perfect wrap your legs around him while hovering over you.

"I want you..." You whisper.

"I'm sorry what was that?" He chuckles leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. You laugh, hitting his chest lightly, knowing very well he is teasing.

"I want you to fuck me Jongho...Please." You beg for him. He smiles in contentment, ripping your shirt off along with his in a split second. He wastes no time pressing his body against you, connecting your lips, and grinding on you. He fumbles around taking his sweats off, before yanking your shorts off with giggles echoing throughout the room.

"I never thought you'd be such a naughty type baby. It's fucking sexy," he growled between sloppy kisses. Unclasping your bra, while nibbling your lob.

"Whispering in my ear..." He slips your panties down slowly.

"Begging for me to fuck you while my friends are around." He groans, biting your hot flesh on your neck. You let out a whimper, holding his shoulders tightly.

"Tell me what does my precious baby want," He smirks, locking his eyes with you. You take a gulp, your grip becoming tighter on his large shoulders.

"Jongie..." You slide your hands down his chest, feeling every curve and angle of his body. Pushing him lightly, indicating you wanted to sit up. He follows. You flip him slightly so you can sit on his lap. His hands place themselves on your thighs, his thumbs softly kneading your flesh.

"I want..." You bit your lip, leaning to his ear.

"I want to ride you so badly." You moan out, try your best not to retreat into his shoulder. He grabs your chin pulling you to look at him again, his slightly stunned expression quickly changes to a big smirk, griping your hips tighter.

"Anything for you baby girl." He pulls his boxers off while leaning over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom. He places the packet into your mouth while biting his lip. You look at him in confusion as he leads you down onto your back.

"Hold it there, first we gotta get you ready." He kisses your nose, lifting your thighs over his shoulders. His lips come in contact with your ankles. You moan trying your best to keep the condom in your mouth, while he bites your inner thighs getting closer to your heat.

"Jong..." You mumble, his lips finally connecting to where you need him most. He flattens his tongue taking a long strip of wetness up your slit. He sucks on your clit while one finger enters your hole.

"Jong-ahh. Please." You drop the condom out of your mouth, letting out a gasp, gripping his hair, tugging tightly. He puts another finger inside you while sitting up to look at your scrunched nose and crossed brows. He pulls out of you, heading against the headboard. You let out a whimper at the sudden loss of contact, moving up to sit on your elbows.

"Well come on baby, I'm waiting," He smirks, patting his thighs. You gulp picking up the condom and breaking it out of the packaging. You feel yourself shaking, you've never ridden him before and now here you were, sliding a condom on your strong boyfriend about to ruin yourself on his cock.

"You okay?" Sensing your nervousness, he moves a piece of hair out of your face, gently smiling at you. You nod your head with an 'I'm okay' following.

"I want to do this. I want to show you..." You line yourself up with him, slowly letting his tip, then the rest of him enter.

"I'm not as innocent as you think." You grind down making you both groan out. You start to bouncing, keeping strong movements with your hips.

"Fuck." He groans, whipping his head back, his left hand gripping your ass while the other comes up to the small of your back.

"Damn you look so sexy riding me, honey." He thrusts his hips up to meet your bouncing, causing you to let out choked moans. You almost lost your balance, falling forward onto his chest, gripping his shoulders.

"Jong, Jong... Ah, Jong." You slip his name on repeat as he thrusts up into you, spreading your cheeks, slapping them. Causing you to scream out.

"Let's switch things up." He nips at your ear, throwing you onto your back, slamming back into you, biting your neck roughly.

"AH Fuck!" You scream, gripping his back hard scratching your nails down his back, sinking into his flesh, drawing small amounts of blood.

"Fucck." He swears, his hips stuttering getting close to his own high.

"Jongh-I'm gon-ahh." You choked out, head going dizzy, body filling with heat as your high finally snaps. Kissing him you moan into his mouth as you both climax together. He slows his thrust down, kissing you slow and soft.

"You are so beautiful." He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck, to your collar bone. You finally both pull away to clean yourselves up. Pulling a clean pair of panties and one of Jongho's shirts you slip under the covers.

Jongho soon comes out of the bathroom in sweats, still slightly panting from the event that was just unfolded. He smiles climbing into the bed nuzzling his head into your neck.

"You should be wild more often that was amazing." He chuckles.

"Oh shit." He sat up quickly looking over the side tables.

"I left my phone outside, I don't want the boys seeing those beautiful lingerie photos I took of you." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Wait you still have those?" You blush.

"Of course, that was an amazing night. I'll be back." He hops off the bed, walking out without thinking of putting a shirt on.

"Hey guys, have you seen my phone?" Jongho opens the glass door seeing all the other males still chatting away.

"Here." Yeosang picks up the phone from the counter handing it to him.

"So did you treat her well?" San teases. They all let out small laughs. Jongho rolls his eyes at them, turning around to leave.

"Wooah you must have treated her really well, damn!!" Wooyoung screams.

"Shut up." He shakes his head leaving as soon as he can. All that was heard was heard are laughter and chuckles and any form of teasing statement fading into a distance.

"Fuck does your back hurt?" Jongho touches his back confused then recalls back to moments ago.

Yeah, Jongho was never going to live that one down.

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brendaaaa · 3 years

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Best Summer Ever (Max Mayfield x fem!Reader)

“This is gonna be the best summer ever!“ Lucas pumped his fist into the air.

He let out a whoop and cannon-balled into the pool, screaming as he went.

“Oh god,” Will covered his eyes. “He’s going to kill himself.”

“Ah, don’t worry, Will the wise,” Mike set a hand on the shorter boy’s shoulder. “He’s fine.”

You peered over the edge, into the pool. “It looks pretty deep.”

You hated deep water. It was pretty much an irrational fear. There was nothing that was going to get you in that water.

You looked over at your girlfriend, Maxine. She was looking hot as ever, with her long red hair in a messy bun and her freckles sprinkled across her sun kissed face. She wore a red bikini, a good look on her, you had to admit.

You look back at the water. It was dark blue, intimidating.

The party was situated in the backyard of Kimmy Taylor, Robin’s super cool (and rich) girlfriend. She absolutely loved the ‘children’ when Robin introduced them, and because Kimmy would be working, she had generously offered her pool to the kids for the summer.

It was pretty awesome, except for the fact that you were scared silly of deep water.

“Hey, El!” Dustin called out, running over to pick up the brunette girl, “let’s get in the water!”

He ran over to the edge of the pool, Eleven shrieking, pretending to be terrified although anyone could tell she wasn’t really, and jumped.

The two made a huge splash when they entered the water, and you shielded your face, although the rest of your body got soaked.

They came up laughing, and smiling.

You grinned too, as their smiles were the most contagious ever, and watched as Will and Mike jumped in as well.

Lucas, already in the water, came up from behind the two boys and started splashing them.

Everyone in the water started hurling water at the others, and it was actually pretty funny for you to watch.

“Hey love,” a voice said in your ear, and you felt soft arms wrap around your middle.

You blushed, and turned to look at your favorite girl. She rested her head on your shoulder, blue eyes smiling up at you.

“We should get in.”

“Wha-?” You said, not really hearing what she had said. Her beautiful face was too distracting.

“I said,” she crinkled up her nose, “we should get in.”

You paled slightly as you realized what she was talking about.

“Uh, no. I- I can’t,” you looked away, breaking eye contact.

“Aw why not love?” She whined, placing her cold hand on your jaw and turning your head back to face her.

You shivered slightly and looked at the pool. It looked like a blue pit. Deep, dark, and ominous.

“I don’t know…” you mumbled.

“Why not?” She said again. “It’s so hot outside. I mean c’mon y/n, I know you wore that bathing suit just for me…,” she said with a smirk, and you reddened, looking down at your rather skimpy one piece, and she continued, “But you wore it to swim too, right?”

Well, yes. But you didn’t know that the pool was going to be this deep!

Aloud you said, “Yeah...I guess,” not wanting to disappoint Max.

“Alright let’s get in then!” She said cheerily, and shook her flip flops off her feet.

You gulped, eyeing the water suspiciously.

“I- I can’t,” you said nervously.

“Oh sure you can,” Max rolled her eyes, “it’s just water, y/n!”

You opened your mouth to say something, and then closed it. As much as you wanted to please her, you knew that there was absolutely no way you were getting in that pool.

No way. You would stay perfectly nice and dry today, thank you very much.

Ironically, just after that thought, your lovely babe decided it would be fun if she pushed you into the pool.

You screamed, flailing your arms as you tumbled down towards the water.

The party all turned to look, some laughing, some smiling, but none appearing distressed.

You belly flopped in, creating a loud smacking sound as you were submerged in the water.

The water was cold, and even though it was miserably hot outside, it was not refreshing or nice at all.

It was freezing and miserable.

You realized with a jolt of panic that you were sinking to the bottom, like a rock.

Your cheeks puffed outwards, trying to hold your breath in, as well as the scream that was just dying to come out.

You kicked upwards quickly, propelling your arms around, trying to get back up to the surface desperately.

It wasn’t that far to the top, and soon you were gasping and coughing up water. Max plopped into the water next you, and wrapped her arms around you.

She leaned her forehead against yours, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Nice in here, right?”

You shook your head wildly, a few tears slipping down your cheeks.

“No, no. I want to get out. Right now!” You hiccuped, still kicking your legs back and forth aggressively, trying to tread water and stay afloat.

Max frowned, a bit concerned by your reaction, “okay…” she said slowly.

She pulled herself out first, and reached a hand out to help you get out. All of a sudden she stopped, peering at you.

“Y/n, are you scared of water?” She asked.

Well yeah, no shit.

You glared at her, “What do you think?”

“I-“

“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes! Of course I’m scared of water, why do you think I didn’t want to jump in?!”

She stared at you, a little unsure of what to say.

“You pushed me in! Why would you do that?!” You cried.

“Y/n,” she started, hands on her knees.

“Get me out!!!” You screeched. “Right now!!”

“Okay okay,” she grabbed your forearms, and pulled you out of the pool, dripping wet.

“You wanna, um, go inside?”

You nodded, huffing.

“Okay, uh, you can do that then. Um, y/n I’m really sorry,” she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I swear if you’d just told me I would’ve never pushed you in,” she said sincerely.

You wiped your face off with your hand.

“I’m going inside,” you said stiffly, and marched off.

The rest of the party watched open mouthed, confused at the scene that had just unfolded.

You stomped into Kimmy’s house, flopping your wet body onto the couch. You groaned, feeling frustrated at your girlfriend and at yourself.

It was dumb that you got so upset with Max. She didn’t mean to push you in. She wasn’t that type of person.

Ugh. Why didn’t you just tell her that you were scared?! Why did your pride have to get in the way?

You groaned again, and clapped a hand over your forehead, covering your eyes from the light flowing through the window.

You surveyed the room. It was pretty nice, with some expensive furniture. Everyone’s clothes were scattered amongst the floor. Your eyes honed in on Max’s purple sweatshirt and brown shorts.

You smirked, getting an idea.

You pulled yourself off the couch, and closed the blinds on the window.

…..

“Is it just me, or did that pool get warmer as we swam in it?” you heard Dustin’s voice.

You were flopped in an armchair, watching tv and cuddled up in an afghan. It was surprisingly cold in the house, due to the air conditioning working overtime in the hot summer heat.

“You were probably just pissing in the pool,” Max retorted.

“Shut up Max,” Mike said. “We just probably got used to the water,” you heard him say to Dustin.

All of the party had shuffled in at this point. They all looked freezing cold, wrapped up in only their swimsuits and towels, shivering in the ac-blasted house.

“Hi, Y/n,” Max said, rather shyly.

You remembered that she probably thought you were still mad at her.

“Hi,” you said, giving her your warmest smile.

She smiled back, looking down at the ground. At least now she knew that you weren’t mad.

“So, who wants some pizza?” Lucas stretched out his arms, “I’m tired, and hungry as fuck.”

“Me too,” El piped up. “Can we get hawaiian please?” She gave Max her best doe eyes.

“Ah fine,” your girlfriend muttered, walking over to the phone.

She picked it up and started to dial the number. Growing up as a teen in the 80s, it was mandatory that you all had the pizza place’s number memorized. You never knew when you might need some fuel, or a pick-me-up.

Max turned back to look at El as she held the receiver up to her ear, “But don’t get that nasty fruit stuff anywhere near me,” she threatened, twirling the cord.

“I won’t,” Eleven smiled. Everyone knew that Max hated pineapple on pizza with a passion.

Max gave the order, and you, El, and the boys pulled out some board games to keep you busy while waiting on dinner.

The seven of you set up the candyland board.

“Why are we playing this?” Lucas deadpanned.

“Cause it’s fun,” Dustin countered.

“It’s a childhood classic,” Will insisted.

“You can cheat,” Mike smirked.

“Queen Frostine is sexy,” Max shrugged.

“It’s so FUN!” El beamed.

“I dunno,” you said. “But everyone else seems to like it.”

Lucas groaned, “Fine. But I better win,” he grinned, and flipped over the first card.

“Hey,” Will complained. “You don��t get to go first! The youngest always gets to first!”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “That’s me!”

And so the party played a rather uneventful game of candyland. Dustin won.

Knock knock knock.

Everyone looked up.

“Pizzaaaaaa,” Dustin said in a whisper, rubbing his hands together.

“I’ll get it!” You offered, standing up, and letting the afghan fall away from your body.

Max smiled at you, then a double take.

“Uh...y/n, are you? Wait a minute…” she eyed you suspiciously. “Are you wearing my clothes?”

“Caught me!” You laughed, and ran off to go meet the delivery guy.

“Hey!” She hollered. “Don’t think you get away that easy!” She was smiling, shaking her head.

“Get back here y/n!”, she giggled.

You ran, laughing and out of breath, to the door. You opened it up, and smiled at the short brunette pizza guy.

“Uh, three pepperonis and one hawaiian?” He confirmed.

“Ding ding ding,” you winked at him, and set the pizzas on the table right beside the door.

“Gotcha,” you felt Max hug from behind. You turned around, and kissed her cheek. “Hang on, I’m paying this dude.”

“Oh no no,” she said, smiling. “You, you are wearing my clothes! Why?” She touched the tip of her nose to yours, scrunching her nose.

You blushed, “Cause...I want to?”

“You look good, miss girl,” she whispered.

You coughed, and turned to the pizza boy and said, “Pay you back later?” as Max started to kiss you.

“Uh, excuse me-” he was cut off by you slamming the door in his face.

You laughed into Max’s lips, “You know, Lucas really was right.”

“What?” Max asked between kisses.

“This...is gonna be the best summer ever!”

Word Count: 1,877

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val-made-a-mistake · 3 years

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❝quarantine drabble #1❞

(not my gif)

summary: a lazy morning with tom and his friends :)

warnings: fluff, reader eats a bit of bacon so if that’s not your thing i’m sorry

word count: 802 (does this count as a drabble?)

a/n: hello everybody this is part three of val procrastinating the fics they actually have to post. yes i know it’s weird how my last tom holland fic was in present tense and this one is past tense, if you didn’t notice already, i tend to do that, at least it’s better than switching tenses mid-way through the fic. anyway, enjoy!

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Not like you were counting or anything, but as you woke up one July morning with the sun shining directly in your eyes, you somehow knew that today was the four month anniversary of the UK’s two week lockdown, and a very strange feeling filled you at the fact. For the past four months, all of your mornings with the boys felt the same.

You could hear faint arguing downstairs, someone mowing the lawn outside, and the sounds of sizzling bacon. The arguing was evidently Harry and Tuwaine butting heads over the FIFA game for the seventh time that week, and the sizzling definitely Harrison making breakfast, but who was mowing?

You had no idea where Tom was, he wasn’t in bed. Probably tending to the chickens.

Yawning, you got to your feet to close the window. The air had been uncharacteristically pleasant last night, you’d opened it to let the summer breeze in and had clearly forgotten to close it.

“Foul! That was a foul!” Harry yelled as you traipsed into the kitchen.

“Not a foul!” Tuwaine bellowed, twiddling both the left and right sticks of the controller so aggressively you were surprised they didn’t just fly off.

“Yes it was, you div!”

“Good morning, Y/N,” Harrison called over the bicker slightly sarcastically, “Since you’re the only one sane in the house, you’re getting the first slice of bacon.”

“Thanks,” you said as he held out the plate to you; you took a long, less-burnt strip and popped it in your mouth. “If I’m the only one left sane, does that mean Tom’s lost his mind?”

“Yes,” he replied, clearly not wanting to get into it and returning to the eggs in the pan.

“Not fair, man!” Tuwaine called the minute it was safe to tear his eyes off the screen— a bad move, Harry’s character was dangerously approaching his goalie. “You said I could have the first!”

“Well, I lied,” Harrison said dismissively, then turned to you. “Y/N, the chickens haven’t been fed, can you-”

“Yeah, on it.”

As you were leaving, Harry jumped up from the couch and bellowed, “What a goal!”

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You left your bathrobe in your bedroom in favour for someone’s jumper (Tom was the person who did laundry most days and frankly, he had been determined to remember which clothes belonged to who at first, but had given up after the first two weeks, so as a result you somehow had a mixture of everyone’s clothes in your closet) and bright pink flip-flops from the time Tom had been filming in Venice. You weren’t quite in the mood to change out of your pyjamas yet.

You sidestepped through the living room, dodged Harry and Tuwaine, who were somehow still enthusiastically arguing about the game, and headed outside, grabbing the nearly empty bag of grain lying on the porch as you went.

You found Tom amongst the chickens.

“‘Ello,” he greeted you absentmindedly, completely immersed in his phone.

“Did you feed the chickens?” you asked, stopping short.

“Yeah, just paused for a moment ‘cause my mom’s texting,” he replied, his fingers flying.

“Ah, okay. Lemme put this back.”

As soon as you’d put the bag of grain where it had originally been, you jogged back to him. “What’s new this morning?”

“Harry’s been talking about going golfing, I dunno, we might do that this after - is that Tuwaine’s jumper?”

“Most likely,” you replied nonchalantly.

Tom narrowed his eyes. “And why are you wearing his jumper, my love?”

“‘Cause you can’t do the bloody laundry.”

“Well if you know it’s Tuwaine’s, why don’t you just give it to him?” he asked as he finally put down his phone and climbed out of the chicken coop. “Better yet, why don’t you do the laundry?”

“Fucking hell Tom, I can’t argue this early in the morning,” you replied, annoyed, and he smirked at you. “Just teasing. You eaten yet?”

“Harrison’s making bacon and eggs, I was planning on having a tea, you want one?”

Tom half-smiled. “Yeah, that would be great.”

Even though there was no particular reason to do it, he stepped forward to hug you, and you leaned forward to accept the hug.

You weren’t sure how it happened, exactly, but one minute you were hugging and the next you were kissing, your arms flung around his neck and his hands on your face, much too passionate for ten o’clock in the morning. Quite frankly, you lost yourself in it, and for a minute you forgot you were wearing Tuwaine’s Stanford sweater as he gripped the nape of your neck.

“Okay, ew.”

You immediately sprang apart, and embarrassment seared through you when you saw Harrison standing there, still holding the spatula he’d been using to scramble the eggs.

He was grinning, though. “Food’s ready, you fucking perverts.”

#tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland oneshot #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield #tuwaine barrett #harry holland

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inastrangerskiss · 2 years

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begonias

David Finlay x Reader

content warning: there's some brief references to alcohol but nothing more

summary: david plants a garden

a/n: yes, this is purely inspired by the pictures of david finlay doing yard work

You had seen him only a million times.

You had known him only twenty or so years.

His family and your family had always been the closest in the neighborhood. Summer cookouts were shared events, Christmases always included a visit to the other’s house. Your birthday was so close to his they ended up being celebrated on the same day.

You hated him for years because of this fact. It didn’t occur to you until college separated your lives that it had been nice to have a friend through it all.

You had known him only twenty or so years.

You had seen him only a million times.

But today, looking at David felt different.

He was knelt in the grass in just a pair of cuffed shorts that only he had a chance in hell of pulling off. He was digging in the garden, a tray of peonies from the local nursery sat beside him. He had been at this project for the better part of the morning, traces of dirt wiped across his brow. You didn’t know why but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, laughing softly to yourself as he sat back with a heavy sigh.

It all felt very childish. Both of you were home for the week to celebrate the days you had entered this strange little world and, while your parents weren’t home you’d watch him from the front window as he did his chores outside. While he was outside, if you’d walk to get the mail he’d make a point to call out and say “hi”.

What once was a very familiar relationship had become coy and flirtatious and you couldn’t even be sure when it had started to turn in that direction.

But today you were feeling bold. So you poured ice and sweet tea into two glasses and walked down the front lawn. You crossed the street, your flip flops slapping against the ground, alerting David to your presence.

His face lit up immediately.

“Hey you!” He called. “I was wondering if I’d see you before the party tonight.”

He patted the grass beside him, squinting at the sun behind your head in spite of his sunglasses. You found yourself a seat, drinking in the warm air and the syrupy sweet scent of fresh flowers mixed with fresh soil.

“Happy belated birthday, by the way.” You chimed, raising your glass.

“Happy almost birthday.” He smiled, clinking the lip of his drink to yours.

“Can’t believe our parents are still hellbent on a shared party.”

“Hey, cmon!” He patted your back just a touch too hard. “I missed these parties when I was in Japan. It’s lonely not having a partner in crime.”

“You’ve got Juice.”

“Yeah.” David rolled his eyes. “But I missed you.”

Blush began creeping up your cheeks, causing your face to burn as the sun beat down. You took a long sip of your tea praying to cool your heart off.

“I missed you too.” You murmured around a grin.

David was quiet for a moment, staring at his half finished garden. You looked on as well. He had planted a number of different flowers, some white, some pink, and a few purple ones at the base of a trellis. You had always appreciated his affinity for yard work and beautification projects. Every summer he could be found out here planting things his mother had picked out and every fall he’d be back to uproot his work in favor of mums and pumpkins.

“How do you like it so far?” He asked, gesturing to the blooms.

“What are they?”

“Oh, uh, flowers.”

He turned to you with a shit eating grin and instantly you were transported back to the days when you would fight in the backyard until someone came up with a scraped knee. You shoved him gently and he began to laugh.

“Okay, what kind of flowers?”

“Ah!” David pretended to suddenly understand what it was you were asking about. “Over here, we have some Heirloom roses, and here we have some Geraniums.”

He waved his trowel back and forth from plant to plant.

“And what are those?” You asked, pointing to the purple blooms.

“Clematis. There’s a chance they’ll grow up the trellis if we’re lucky but I don’t think that’ll be until later this summer.”

“I wish I’d be here to see it.” You sighed, remembering that your time with David was incredibly limited.

David turned to you, sharing in your somber mood for only a moment. “I wish you would be too.”

Silence befell you both once more. Your only ambiance came from passing cars and the sounds of cicadas buzzing in the trees. Condensation began to slip down the sides of your glass as the heat melted the ice within. It was an unusually hot day for the month but you liked to think it was the weather catering to David’s plans.

“Did you see these though?” He asked suddenly, hopping up to point to a bush with shiny, deep green leaves and young buds.

He pushed his sunglasses up to reveal his eyes, bright with excitement as he presented the plant like Vanna White might present a trip to Hawaii.

“What’s that?”

“Begonias! Your favorite!”

The fluttering of butterfly wings were pounding out a rhythm in your chest as you found yourself beaming in his direction.

“I planted them just for you.” He nodded, pridefully.

��You didn’t have to!” You exclaimed, bashfulness consuming your face.

“Of course I didn’t have to! I wanted to. I thought it’d make you happy.”

You stood to meet him by the mass of leaves, not yet entirely filled out with the white and pink blooms that were typical of a begonia. Without hesitation, you tossed your arms around his neck and pulled him in tight. You felt him laugh as he hugged you back. You stood like that for a moment, lingering in the touch, his short beard tickling your shoulder. When you pulled away you noticed just how close your faces were to one another. You couldn’t help but stare at his ice blue eyes and the unlikely lip ring that he had had for as long as you could remember. His eyes flickered from yours to your lips before he released you, quickly walking back to where your glasses of tea rested in the grass.

“I should probably get back to this.” He pointed to the tray of unplanted flowers that had yet to be rehomed.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’ll see you tonight, though. Right?”

“‘Course you will, kiddo.” He chirped happily. “Been waiting a while for this!”

“Who are you calling kiddo?” You demanded, faux anger written over your brow.

“You, kiddo.” He laughed.

“We’re practically the same age!”

You shook your head before bending down to grab your half consumed glass of ice tea. With one last smirk, you turned and walked yourself back to your house. When you looked back over your shoulder you saw him watching you, trowel in hand and a goofy smile wrapping over his cheeks. You wondered what it might be like to not walk away for once. You wondered what it might be like to stay for once.

Whatever staying meant to the two of you and your transient lifestyles.

The sun began to duck in the sky and your parents returned home with flowers and balloons. You helped your father prepare dinner while your mom made a sangria. A space sat open in the fridge where your shared birthday cake would eventually rest once David and his family arrived.

The outdoors were bathed in an orange glow, a cool breeze beginning to replace the heat the sun had slowly stopped giving off. You sat on the deck and let it wash over your face, relishing the moments of calm before everything kicked off.

And kick off it did.

David’s parents were the first to arrive. They brought bottles of wine and a good bottle of scotch. His mother held the cake in both hands, carefully so as to not jostle it. They laughed and chatted with your family as you sat in the center of it all, occasionally being asked questions like “how’s work” and “are you liking the new apartment”.

“Where’s David?” Your mother asked his mother.

“Watering the flowers still, I think. He’ll be here in time for dinner.” She reassured.

Drinks were poured and appetizers were served. You returned to your seat outside as the food was presented, picking at bits of a caprese salad and pieces of a cheeseboard. You waited patiently and kept your eyes down, knowing if you looked too hard you’d be able to see out to the street and then you wouldn’t be able to stop watching for David. So you engaged in discussion and listened to stories and before you knew it his father’s eyes lit up, looking over your shoulder.

There at the yard’s side gate stood David, cleaned up and presentable, looking better than you could ever remember. He held a gift bag in his hand and a shy smile on his face. His hair was pulled back into a messy bun, little strands of blonde falling free from the hair tie.

He was welcomed over to the table, finding a seat beside you.

“This is for you. For later.” He murmured, raising the gift to your eyeline as he greeted you with a hug.

“I didn’t get you anything, though.”

David only lifted a finger to his mouth and shushed you before going to greet your parents.

Dinner was served shortly thereafter and you finally felt yourself capable of relaxing. You laughed at jokes told and ate good food, leaving only once to put on a cardigan.

Once the plates had been cleared, you sat back, tired from the day’s activities. You tried to be sly about it but you found your attention drawn to David. It wasn’t until he brushed into you that you noticed how close your hand was to his when you let it hang over the arm of your chair. He apologized but didn’t make any effort to move farther away.

So you didn’t either.

Occasionally, you flexed your fingers out, wondering how far you had to go to brush his. And when you did make contact, he flexed his fingers out, ever so slightly, towards you. No one noticed this as it happened just below the table but it quickly became a sort of game, a call and response. You’d wiggle your index finger against his and he’d do the same. He’d push the tip of his ring finger against yours and you’d push right back.

It wasn’t until a few minutes of this had gone by that he wrapped his fingers around yours, clasping your hands together.

You had been friends since you were children. You had held hands more times than you could possibly count. It had never been romantic before.

But this time?

This time you felt a spark. This time you felt a certain heat transfer between your bodies. And then he looked at you.

And you knew he felt it too.

He squeezed your hand twice before letting it fall back to the arm of your chair, nervousness consuming both of your minds.

Eventually, the cake was brought out and candles were placed in the center of it. You and David continued your tradition of arguing over who got to blow them out before further arguing that he had blown out your candles and his candles and now your wish wouldn’t count. These arguments used to end in tears when you were children. Now it just ended in a playful shove and a tongue stuck out.

Half of the cake was vanilla and the other half was marble. You made fun of David’s choice to have a vanilla cake for, quite possibly, the 28th year in a row and he made fun of how you couldn’t ever seem to decide what flavor was your favorite.

Eventually, it was just the two of you sitting at the table, exchanging taunting remarks. Your parents and his parents had ventured inside to start cleaning up as well as to discuss the plans they’d engage in once their children had returned to their respective homes a few days down the road.

The privacy hadn’t been lost on you.

“So, you have any plans for your birthday when you’re back at your place?” He asked, casually.

“No, not really.” You sighed.

“No one you’re celebrating with?”

“What’re you asking me?”

“I’m asking if you have any friends.” David raised his eyebrows, challengingly.

“It sounds like you’re asking me something else.”

“What’re you talking about?” He asked, seeming to be genuinely confused.

You bit your lip, almost embarrassed by your presumptuousness. David took a small forkful of cake before turning his head back to you.

“But, uh, while we’re on the subject -”

You slapped his shoulder as he started laughing mercilessly.

“I’d ask you but I know you have Juice so you’re already taken on that front.” You jabbed.

David rolled his eyes but smiled sweetly.

“Want to see your gift?” He asked, apprehension mixed with a gentle giddy energy.

“Sure.” You nodded, a thrilled grin on your face.

David presented the bag to you. It was clearly reused, likely for a niece’s birthday, all pink and sparkly and floral. Whatever was inside was heavy and awkward and you worried the bottom would fall out before you got the silver ribbon holding the handles together undone. But you managed, reaching into the depths only to be greeted by leaves and soft flower petals and the edge of a planter.

You pulled the gift out, sinking your thumb into what had to be soil. There, in front of you was a small white pot playing host to a cutting from the begonias in David’s front yard. The butterflies in your chest started their intense thrumming once again and a smile began to grow on your face in such a rapid manner you worried your cheeks might shatter.

“David!” You gasped.

“You won’t be around to see the bush finish blooming so I thought you might like to have a bit of it for yourself.”

“This is so sweet.”

“I thought you’d like it.” He grinned.

You sat for a moment, running your fingers over the leaves and petals, in awe of the thoughtfulness of the gift. David had never been bad at gift giving. He had given you your favorite scrunchie in middle school and he had given you your favorite notebook in high school. He had always known exactly what you needed when you needed it.

But this was different.

This was more than just a gift. This meant more.

“This is really just… this is wonderful.” You nodded.

“Want to see how the rest of the garden turned out?” He asked, eagerly.

You looked from your half eaten cake to the gate and then to David before nodding, excitement soaring through your veins. He held his hand out to you and you took it, following him down the driveway and across the street. Once you reached his front lawn you kicked off your shoes, letting the grass run between your toes.

He never let go of your hand.

Not as he pointed out the zinnias. Not as he pointed out the snapdragons. Not as he knelt down to show you where your begonia cutting had come from.

And not as he stood back up beside you with an accomplished smile.

“You did a fantastic job.” You chirped.

He nodded slowly before leading you to his front porch steps.

“Thank you.” He exhaled as he sat down, pulling you down with him.

You had sat here hundreds of times before. It was where you drank Kool Aid and ate snacks as children and where you parked your bikes before running inside to play video games on his television. It was where you had cried about a boy dumping you in fourth period and where he had whined and moaned about not knowing how to ask a girl out. It was where you had said goodbye to him before he left for Japan.

You had cried when his dad’s car drove away with him in tow.

But now here you were, sitting next to each other once again. Your hand in his. His knee only a few centimeters from yours.

“When do you go back?” He asked.

“This weekend. You?”

“Monday.”

“Back to Japan?”

“California.” David nodded. “And then Nashville for a while. And probably back and forth for a good few months after that.”

“So you’ll be in the country for a bit?”

“Yeah. Maybe I could visit you?”

Your gaze caught his and you offered him a warm smile. “Of course. I’d love to see you. I miss you when we’re apart, y’know.”

“Glad I’m not the only one, then.” He sighed, leaning backwards on the steps.

“Are our Skype calls not enough?” You teased.

“They’re too much.” David shot back. “They make me miss you more.”

Redness burnt its way over your cheeks as you dropped your eyes to avoid his. He couldn’t help but find a sort of pride in the way you reacted to his words.

“Well, we’ll just have to find a way to see each other more often, I guess.” You shrugged.

“Lets not get carried away.” David waved his hand at you but you knew he was only feigning disinterest.

“Fine, Finlay. See if I care.” You shot back, standing from the steps.

As soon as you had one foot forward, a strong hand pulled you back. Sitting up now, David brought you down to a seated position beside him once again. He was somehow closer this time. His body was practically overlapping yours and the air between the two of you was warmer and you had to wonder if your hearts were racing at the same pace.

“I would hope you’d care.” He smiled.

“Maybe.” You shrugged.

It was quiet. You heard David’s mom call out to him from your house before giving up. David reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You lay your head on his shoulder.

This was different. This had to be different.

And then he lifted your chin just slightly enough. And then he kissed you.

And then you were certain this was different.

So you kissed him back, a nervous energy flooding your body as you did so. He cradled your head in his hand so gently you thought you’d pass right through his fingers. But you didn’t. You remained by his side, your lips to his until you finally parted.

His lips lingered just beside yours as you watched the wheels turn in his head.

“Did I just make a mistake?” He asked.

You shook your head with a smile. “I think I’ve been waiting for you to do that for a few years now.”

“Oh good. Yeah, I’d been thinking about doing it for a few years so that’s fair.”

“Maybe do it again? Just to be sure.”

With a small laugh, David leaned in once more, kissing you with all the passion of years wasted. And you returned his affections. You wished you could stay like that all night, not once parting for heaven or hell. His fingers danced through your hair and your grin matched his as you clung to his shirt.

When he pulled away once more, you couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh. A thrill rushed through you as you looked at the little bit of lip gloss left on his stubble. You pressed your thumb to the glitter and wiped it away.

“Afraid I’ll wear it better than you?” He asked, using the back of his palm to get whatever you missed.

“Oh, of course.”

He chuckled softly before bowing his head downwards. When he looked back up at you it felt new. The way your windows glowed in the distance, the way his newly revived garden rustled in the darkness of night. It all felt like a changed world.

“What are we gonna do now?” He asked.

“We should probably go back to the house.” You sighed.

“No, I meant about us.”

“I’m still here for another couple of days. Maybe we could go on a date… or something.” You shrugged awkwardly, hoping you weren’t jumping the gun.

“I’m down for a little ‘or something’.” He grinned.

You sat there for a while longer, wrapped up in his touch, knowing that this would have to end the moment you returned to your house. The breeze was cold but his arm around you was warm, making you think you could sit there for the next twenty or so years.

But you couldn’t.

Dishes had to be washed and sleep would eventually have to be achieved. So you walked back home, David’s hand in yours. And when your night did end you bade him a farewell and agreed to whatever that “or something” might be.

On a cloudy day he met you at your front door and you both walked to town. He bought you lunch and you forced him into a number of boutiques and shops, only earning happiness from him when one shop had vintage comic books. You sat with him on a park bench and he wrapped his arm around your waist. He would kiss your head and you’d lean up to kiss his lips and although it was brand new, it all felt very normal.

And when you finally left your family’s home with your begonia in tow, you planted it in a ceramic pot that had sat unoccupied on your porch for years. And you watered it and it grew. And when David came to visit he wrapped you up in a hug, and you could have sworn you saw the flowers open up just a tiny bit more.

You had seen him only a million times.

You had known him only twenty or so years.

And, finally, with your hand in his, it started to all make sense.

#david finlay x reader #david finlay fanfic #david finlay fanfiction #david finlay fic #writing finlay this many times is doing my head in #njpw imagine #njpw fanfiction #njpw fanfic #david finlay #i really hope y'all like this because god i love this story

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kieraelieson · 3 years

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Three Times Patton Got Lost in a Market

Thomas was walking through the old store with his mom, careful to hold her hand while they shopped.

“Oh, look! There’s a wind chime! It’s just like the nice neighbor lady!” Patton said.

Thomas stopped to look, and his mom stopped too, looking at something else across the aisle.

“It isn’t exactly the same,” Logan said. “Hers has a hummingbird on top, but this one has a butterfly.”

“And anyway, this one has prettier colors when the light hits it,” Roman added.

“Oooh, the red really is pretty, Roman!” Patton said excitedly. “And the purple, and the yellow!”

“It’s exactly the colors of the most beautiful rainbow reflecting back from a pot of gold,” Roman said dreamily.

“Mom!” Virgil suddenly shrieked, alerting them all to the fact that Thomas’s mom was no longer beside them.

Instantly, there was a pandemonium of overlapping voices, all very confusing, and Virgil at the front screaming.

“Quiet!” Patton yelled, as loud as he could, and then felt a little like crying. He didn’t like yelling, but this was important!

“But we have to find Mom!”

“We should run after her!”

“If we yell someone will hear!”

“Listen to me!” Patton yelled again. “Remember what Mom said? If we get lost in the store we stay put, and if we see an employee then we ask them to call mom for us.”

Virgil bit down hard on his sleeves, and Patton took his silence for agreement.

“That is indeed what Thomas was told,” Logan admitted.

“I still think we should go find her!” Roman protested, though less pointedly than before.

Thomas plopped down on the floor.

“Ok. That settles it, we’re waiting for mom,” Patton said. “Let’s look for more pretty things while she comes to get us. Roman, what else can you see around us that looks like a rainbow?”

Roman grumpily crossed his arms. “There’s a rainbow on the lawn decoration.”

“Very good!” Patton said. “Logan, can you see anything that’s science-accurate?”

“Science-accurate is a very vague phrase, but I suppose you could be intending to direct me to the collection of decorative barometers.”

“Oooh~ yes, the water swan neck thingies~” Roman said.

Logan launched into an explanation of barometers, most of which Patton didn’t understand.

He checked on Virgil, who was scanning the aisle they were in over and over again, and chewing holes in his poor sleeves.

“She’ll be here in just a minute, don’t worry,” Patton said gently.

Virgil nodded slightly, but didn’t stop checking the ends of the aisle and staring down each person that passed.

And then his eyes went wide. Patton turned to look.

“Mom!”

“Thomas, I thought I lost you for a minute there! Stay close, ok?”

Thomas took his mother’s hand and nodded.

Patton let out a sigh of relief. They weren’t lost anymore.

••^*^••

Thomas was a bit worried about high school, and especially the test coming up, and Logan and Virgil were mostly helping him with that. But now he had to go to the store for groceries. And Roman was exhausted after being all excited over the play and was sound asleep.

So Patton was helping shop!

He smiled confidently, prompting Thomas to look at the list again. He needed to get the ingredients for tacos, and some bread, milk, eggs, and ice cream. Yum!

Now what all went into tacos?

There was meat, and sour cream, and little shredded lettuce, and cheese, and taco shells, or was he supposed to get soft tortillas?

Patton considered, wandering into the store towards the food. Maybe both? Yeah. Both. Oh! And there was the bread! That would probably have tortillas near it!

Patton hummed happily, finding the bread that looked the same as what mom had been getting, noting the brand name. Nature’s Own. Huh.

Now tortillas… what kind did they normally get?

He finally just picked the one that had blue on the label.

Virgil popped up, startling him for a moment, especially with his intense frown. “People are staring. We’re taking too long near the bread, and your humming is gonna make people think Thomas is weird.”

“Oh, it’s alright!” Patton said cheerfully, glad he hadn’t dropped the tortillas. “I didn’t get in anyone’s way, and they haven’t said anything yet about thinking Thomas is weird.”

“Yeah…” Virgil glared at the people milling around and shopping. “Well they could. Just… keep it quiet.”

“Will do!” Patton grinned, and Virgil sunk back out.

Next he had to find… well, next he had to find the next thing. Should he keep walking and hope to see them, or should he seek each one out? He’d stumbled upon the bread, surely he would stumble across the rest.

Patton hummed happily and kept walking, skipping along beside the cart as Thomas pushed it. Thomas must really be out of it, poor guy. But Patton could help him cheer up!

Pretty soon, they had almost everything! Except for taco seasoning. And Patton wasn’t sure if they were supposed to get the kind that was in packets, or the actual spices. And he also wasn’t sure whether he should look in the spices area or the Mexican food area. Or where those areas were.

Surely they’d passed those special Mexican drinks a while back. But where?

Patton encouraged Thomas to turn around and go back, but after several aisles he still couldn’t find anything he was looking for. He turned back around, and then again.

“Perhaps… I need to go from one end all the way to the other…”

Virgil popped up again, rather grumpy looking, but not as much as earlier. “That’s gonna take too long. We’re already late, and Mom is gonna need Thomas home son so she can make dinner.”

Patton sighed. “Ok. Logan, help please, I’m lost.”

Logan popped up, looked around, and then pointed. “That aisle.”

“But how do you know?” Patton asked.

“There’s a sign above it.”

Patton looked up. “Oh. Yeah.” He chuckled. “I should’ve thought to look for signs. Thanks, Logan!”

“You’re welcome. However I do suggest we attempt to make our trip home expedient. I’ll need Virgil’s full attention and assistance to prepare adequately for the test.”

“Will do!” Patton said, already spurring Thomas towards the aisle.

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“I have created the ultimate maze!” Roman said excitedly. “It is called Infinite IKEA!”

Patton clapped excitedly, and even Logan gave a single clap.

“I really don’t see the point—“

“The point is a race, Emo Nightmare, and the winner gets to pick which old reruns Thomas watches tonight.”

Virgil tried to pretend he was still disinterested, but Patton could tell he was excited. “So what would we have to do to win the race?”

Roman grinned. “I’ve hidden a copy of each of our logos in the store somewhere, except for mine, which Logan hid by sinking in and placing it in a random place, so he doesn’t know the layout of the store yet. You have to find your own logo, and then exit the store!”

Oh, so that was why Logan had a bump on his head. He’d probably tried to rise up too close to a shelf. Ouch.

“Everybody ready! Set! Go!”

They all rushed into the store. Patton looked around excitedly, getting more excited to see that the store was full of items that came from houses where Thomas had lived or visited. He ran to the section of beds and flopped onto the biggest one.

He let out a comfy sigh, looking up at the roof which, rather than being metal supports and too-bright lights, was intricately painted with something that glowed.

It was amazing.

“You did a really great job, Roman,” Patton said, even though Roman was probably running ahead to win the race— oh! This was a race!

He jumped up and started walking, looking around for his heart with glasses.

After the bed section, where he wished he could stay and flip onto each one, he wandered into the lamps and chandeliers section. That was beautiful. He was still dazzled and in awe walking out. It even had that massive one Thomas had seen in the one hotel once.

And then came books, where Logan was!

“Hi, Logan!”

“Ah, greetings Patton.” Logan was looking through the books, just as captivated as Patton had been by the beds.

“Find your logo yet?”

“Not yet. I’m not overly concerned with winning, and Roman has certainly made this an interesting place to browse.”

“Mhmm!” Patton looked around. “Where are the kids books, I want to see if the Winnie the Pooh book is still chewed on or if Roman made it brand new.”

“That way, two shelves down,” Logan said, rather distracted by a book he’d picked off of the shelf.

“Thank you!”

Patton found the children’s section, and then found the book. It was still chewed on the corners. He smiled, and flipped through the thick cardboard pages. Thomas had loved this book.

And then, when he opened the last page, his logo fell out.

“Awww, look!” He picked it up, and found that it was a sticker. He promptly stuck the sticker to his chest and put the book back. Now all he had to do was find his way out!

He wandered into the next section, which was all dark and purples and blues and blacks and everything cozily packed together.

There was even a sign warning him away from certain aisles, because there would be spiders, and Patton was very glad Roman had thought of that.

And then he remembered the sunglasses stand sitting at the beginning of the lights aisle. That was probably for Virgil. Roman had been so thoughtful in building this! Patton hoped Roman would win. He certainly deserved the prize after putting all this together.

There was a whole section of Disney, all the movies, and posters, and any Disney themed toys and figurines, and even cardboard cut outs! It was lovely and chaotic and colorful, and it bridged Virgil’s section with Roman’s very well.

Roman had every single picture Thomas had ever seen, which was so many pictures!! Patton looked in awe until he realized that the paintbrushes weren’t just for show, some of them had been used. There was a little black cat in the corner of one painting, and a little V, and the paintbrush was in a cup of black water.

Patton found a picture of a field of flowers, and picked up the paintbrush, dabbing a bit of pink onto the picture. It turned instead into exactly the kind of flower Patton had been envisioning! He smiled wide and painted another, and another, and another, and each one turned out beautiful!

He ran to another painting and gave a little boy in the background a balloon and a smile. And then he gave the lady sitting in a rocking chair a baby to hold.

He finally had to stop himself. He could stay here forever, but he probably should get to the end of the store so he wouldn’t worry the others.

He got to the end of Roman’s section, only to find a massive blanket fort. He kept himself from exploring, and passed through, coming out at… the beds again?

Ohhhhh, right. It was a race and a maze.

Patton flopped down on the bed Thomas had grown up with, wrapping up in the blanket. He let out a happy sigh.

“Logan! Roman! Virgil! I’m lost! But I’m also gonna stay lost!”

Roman rose up and leaned against the footboard, a pleased smile on his face. “Enjoying the store?”

“I’m loving it!” Patton said happily, sitting up. “You did a really good job!”

Roman glowed. “I guess I’ll have to leave it up for you to wander in then. Once Virgil finds the exit I’ll put it somewhere more obvious so you can get out once you’re done.”

“Oh, did you and Logan already get out? Who won?”

“Logan, but only by a few minutes. He hid my logo in a hard place! How was I supposed to guess he’d put it under the makeup stash?”

Patton chuckled. “Wait, I didn’t see that.”

“It’s in Virgil’s section, in one of the spider aisles. I can un-spider it for you if you want.”

“Well, let Virgil have his fun first, but I’d really like that.” Patton smiled. He could have fun in here for a long time. “You did an amazing job with the paintings too! I loved those!”

Roman puffed up happily. “I did, didn’t I?”

There was a distant, triumphant, “Ha! I made it! Wait, Princey beat me? Aww.”

Patton giggled.

Roman patted his shoulder. “Have fun.”

“I will!” Patton said happily, eyeing the blanket fort which he now had time to explore.

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