#heres to never taking 8 classes at once ever again

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Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m)┃ch. V

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3,342

Warnings: 8-year age gap, mentions of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), jk has milk obsession, oc injured, both lonely :(, mommy issues, lots of family drama/in-laws, fighting, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues, jk being good hubby to oc

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: I've heard the requests and I think it's time to fulfill them–how did they get together?! Yes, it's here and I'm excited to finally share! Also, yes this took up whole chapter so a tiny break from present-day stuff but we'll be back at it next chapter. 💞

<< ch. IV ༓ ch. Vl >> | series masterlist

Before marrying you, Jungkook had the same routine. He got up, showered, brushed his teeth, put work clothes on, grabbed breakfast, and ran out the door with twenty minutes to spare. Trying to find a parking spot at 7 a.m. at the university was no joke and he had to leave early or some college kid would take the last spot and not think twice.

His night routine was similar. Jungkook finished the day between 5 and 6 pm, slowly regretting he ever agreed to teach evening classes. He’d kick off his shoes, eat dinner, grade some of his student’s papers if needed, brush his teeth again, and went to bed.

It was a constant cycle and with no one around, not even a pet, Jungkook’s life was fairly quiet and systematic. Sometimes his buddies would come over on the weekend for a couple of hours and that surely rocked his world.

But that wouldn’t happen often during the school season due to his ridiculously packed teaching schedule. The most recent person he’d hang around during those months was Taehyung and if he wasn’t free, Jungkook would spend his time at the grocery store–stocking up on milk.

4 years ago

“That was two weeks ago man,” Jungkook says, pushing a cart with five-gallon jugs of milk to his car. He’s on the phone with Taehyung who's reminiscing about the grand opening of the new art exhibit and how “lovely” it was to meet you there.

Jungkook doesn’t need reminding though.

He clearly remembers seeing you there and Taehyung happily making a complete fool of him once he found out who you were. Thankfully you hadn’t seemed to mind too much since you and Taehyung soon moved on to discuss various art theories, masterpieces, and underrepresented artists.

“You didn't have to stay y'know.” If Jungkook didn't know any better he'd think Taehyung was salty. "You could've left at 8 pm like you planned. __ and I would have been fine."

Jungkook winces hearing the man's argument. He did think about going home at 8, but it unsettled him to leave you alone with Taehyung. His colleague was enjoying himself a little too much that night and there’s no telling what he’d do or say when he’s overly comfortable.

Jungkook had to stay until you left.

"Are you kidding me? Leaving you unsupervised would've been the worst idea after all your endless blubbering." Jungkook pops the trunk of his car, stuffing the jugs of milk inside. "God knows what you'd scar __ with."

On the other line, Taehyung smirks through the speaker. "No, that's not it......you weren't going to leave me alone with a woman, an attractive one at that."

Jungkook grabs the last jug of milk, slamming it on the floorboard. "Student, and stop talking about her like that. She's my stu—"

"Say student one more time and I'm going to take all your milk and give it to Yoongi hyung's cats."

"I swear to god, Taehyung, if you touch my milk I'm never going to another art museum or wine tasting with you again." Jungkook is very protective of his dairy products.

"That's okay. I don't need you when __ says she'll be happy to go with me sometime." Smug bastard, Jungkook thinks. There's no way you said that.

"That's bull Taehy—"

"Look she's in her masters and is literally eight years younger than you. It's not that serious so stop acting like she's fresh out of high school. Besides, you said it yourself, she's not a child."

Jungkook grunts, shoving the cart into the others. "She's a young lady who happens to be enrolled in the school. As faculty, we have no business thinking or talking about her outside those terms."

"For fucksake, Kook. You always make things so complicated!" Taehyung's baritone voice cracks through the speaker. "I'm just trying to get you to admit that you're into her some way or another. How many other students have I stayed to talk to and you couldn't give a—"

Just then a loud, high-pitch screech interrupts the call. Jungkook whips his head around immediately. He doesn't spot anything at first but a string of profanities remains audible in the distance.

"Jungkook, are you okay?"

"Yeah, but someones screaming and I can't tell where it's coming from." Jungkook walks around the grocery parking lot, eyes darting left and right. "Oh shit!"

There, near the bus stop, you lay on your side with your right leg stretched out and blood running from your temple. You try getting up but you fall right back down, cursing sharply.

"Taehyung I gotta go, it's __. I don't know what happened but she's laying by the bus stop and I think she needs help!" Jungkook shuts his phone and races to where you lay. He kneels next to you with sheer horror on his face. "__, what happened? What can I do?"

"Damn college boys, Dr. Jeon," you spit, dragging your leg up as far as you can. You reach for your bag which had flung about a foot away when you crashed. "So fucking eager to get off the bus and—oh damn that hurts like a bitch!"

"What hurts?" Jungkook lunges forward to catch your torso from slamming on the hard concrete. "Stay still okay? We need to get you to the hospital."

"I'm all set, but thanks. It'll likely heal in a day."

Jungkook shakes his head and wraps an arm under your back and legs. "Can you put your arms around my neck?"

"Dr. Jeon, I appreciate what you're doing but I don't want to go to the hospital. Please."

You're serious. No trace of bluffing or even simply trying to act tough. You really don't want to go.

"You need to be checked by a doctor sweetheart," Jungkook insists. "Whatever happened has made it so you can't walk. C'mon, my car is nearby and I'll drive you over."

"No, wait!" He feels you push against his chest.

"__. I'm not leaving you without making sure you didn't break a bone or something. I don't want to make things worse but you don't look so hot right now. So please, let me take you." Jungkook lifts you up when you give a barely consenting yes.

"You sprained your ankle pretty bad hun." Dr. Kim Seokjin draws your attention to the X-ray scan. "Second degree." He points to the visual of your partially torn ligament. "There's going to be a lot of swelling so you're gonna need to stay off your foot for at least 4 weeks."

"Do I have to stay here?" is your first question.

"For the first couple of weeks, we strongly advise—yes." Dr. Kim moves on to the next X-ray scan. "You also cracked a rib which will also take about 4 weeks to heal, or more. Of course you're head has suffered a mild concussion as well but it's very mild thankfully." Dr. Kim catches sight of Jungkook next to you, staring at the scans. "You're wife's going to be okay," he says mid-diagnoses.

"We're not—" you start to say but Dr. Kim continues talking.

"Wife, girlfriend, lover, what have you. The point is, much of what we have here will recover with a month of rest, ice, and elevation." He takes a pen from his pocket and starts jotting down something on paper. "I recommend two weeks here for moderation purposes. If things look good, you finish the healing at home. Still, be careful though, no funny business."

The blank looks on both your faces tell Dr. Kim he wasn't clear enough. "Yah, my filters going to die with you two doe-eyed deer. No funny business means no sex!"

"Oh god!" You outburst, mortified by the thought. Jungkook whips his head to your slack-jawed expression. "Dr. Kim, it's not like that between us."

The older man suddenly zeros in on your professor, eyes narrowing slightly. "What's the matter son? Having trouble getting it up?"

Jungkook jolts in his seat, startled by the crass response. "I—no, what? There's nothing wrong with my—"

"We're not together!" You shout before Jungkook's sentence finishes. "We're friends." Saying that your professor brought you here sounded a little odd for some reason, especially when Dr. Kim was already convinced you two were a thing.

"Mhm sure, heard the same thing from my wife before we went off and eloped." Dr. Kim treads to the door. If he has a dime for how many times he's heard that "we're friends" bs he'd be...well, he's already rich so never mind. "Let's move on to something more productive now, like getting __ settled in a room. The sooner she starts the healing process, the sooner she can be good as new again."

"Thank you Dr. Kim," Jungkook says, slowly standing up to stroll you and your wheelchair out of the room. You didn't like it but the nurses insisted you be in one to keep pressure off your muscles.

"Yeah yeah." Dr. Kim waves him off. "Just remember what I said, no funny business. Especially here at the hospital. You don't know how many times I've heard the nurses catching their patients on top of one another at 2 am in the morning. That better not be you two, whoever you are to each other."

"Yes, doctor." You both reply, thankful of the fact that neither of you are in any position to be looking at each other.

"Is there any way I can be here for less than two weeks?" Jungkook watches as you plead with the nurse. It worries him that you're still anxious to avoid medical attention.

"I'm afraid not," the nurse says simply. "If you need anything, press the call button and I'll be in as soon as I can."

Once the nurse leaves, Jungkook pulls up a chair next to your bed. "Stupid question but how are you feeling?"

"I'm in an ankle brace, my rib burns, and my head is still dizzy. I'm trapped in the hospital for two weeks and all because a bunch of nineteen-year-old boys couldn't wait to hit up some frat party," you groan, not bearing in mind your tongue. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this Dr. Jeon."

"You didn't drag me into anything __. I'm glad I was there when this happened and I'm even more glad that you're here, getting help." Jungkook clears his throat before continuing. "Even if it isn't ideal for you."

You ignore the subtle pry for information. "Please, Dr. Jeon. You don't have to stay any longer. It's the weekend and I'm sure you have plans."

Jungkook gives a faint smile. "So, you're saying this is none of my business?"

"No, not—not at all. I mean if you want to stay then I guess you can but I don't want you to feel obligated or anything."

"I want to be here," Jungkook says simply. "But you know that's not what I meant. I'd like to know why it bothers you when anyone tries to help you...if I may."

"Just habit," you mumble quickly, averting eye-contact. It's not your professor's job to bear the weight of your problems.

Jungkook nods in reply, pretending you gave a satisfactory explanation. He wishes you'd tell him but if you didn't want to share more then that was your choice —he wasn't going to force you. "I understand." He grabs his phone from his pocket and rests his elbows on his knees. "Are you hungry?"

"Huh?" You look back at him, his question going right over your head.

"I asked if you're hungry. It's about dinner time so I can get you something if you want. I also have a bunch of milk in my trunk that needs to get to a fridge. But I can place the order now and pick it up in my way back here."

"Milk in your trunk?" Is the only words you repeat, dumbfounded. "Like chocolate milk or...?"

"Nah, Whole Milk." Jungkook grins at your scrunched up face. You try to hide it but not very well. "Don't look so disgusted. Milk is good for you."

"Yeah when you're ten years old."

"On the contrary!" You flinch when his voice rises, along with his eyebrows. "Milk has a lot of health benefits as adults. It has thirteen essential nutrients and helps maintain muscle and bone strength. I drink at least two full glasses a day, if not more."

"I'm sorry but that's nasty." You shudder at the thought of drinking milk in your twenties let alone your thirties. "You really enjoy it? The taste?"

"Yup, always have since a baby! Loved it so much that my mother-" You raise an eyebrow to which he abruptly switches topics. "Anyway, do you want me to pick you up something or no?"

You giggle, a little uncomfortable with whatever he was about to disclose to you.

"That's okay, no thanks."

"You sure? Otherwise I'm gonna be eating in front of you." Jungkook knows how this sounds — he's trying to force you to eat. But the truth is, he just doesn't want to eat by himself tonight. He also doesn't want to leave you alone this early, especially when you obviously detest being here, for whatever reason.

"I'm sure," you say. "But...if you want to come back you can. Not like I have anything to do anyway."

"Good then." Pleased, Jungkook opens up his phone contacts. "Give me you're number in case you change your mind while I'm out."

Over the next couple of weeks, Jungkook continues to stay by your side. He leaves to teach his classes of course and to go home late at night, but he stops by every day—hours at a time.

You keep insisting that he not come so much but he always makes the same excuses. "I just brought food" or "You're on my way home from the university". Sometimes he brings in class notes too.

Due to your current predicament, you're missing a lot of content so Jungkook thinks it best to go over key principles with you and takeaways from his lectures. He says it's his duty as a professor–never minding the fact that many of his other students are in a predicament of their own yet he’s not bothering to do jack for them.

"Look Dr. Jeon, I appreciate what you're doing but you really don't have to. I'll be perfectly alright to catch myself up from the textbook and study guides. You don't have to keep stopping by." You try again but Jungkook keeps his wall just as strong as yours.

"I know I don't have to __. I know that I could leave right now, take all these lecture notes home with me, and not feel guilty about a thing. But I told you I was going to be here and I'm going to keep to that no matter how many times you urge me to leave. I also want you to call me Jungkook outside class but have you allowed for any of those to happen?" Jungkook tosses the folder of notes in his sachel, a loud thump following. "A simple thank you would suffice."

"I am grateful, I really am. But I never asked to be given so much of your time. I feel bad because maybe you're just one of those overly nice people who feel it's their duty to stick around or what not when someone's in trouble. I don't need to be pitied over! Also, you said I could keep calling you the usual, so Dr. Jeon it will remain!" Why you're raising your voice, you don't know but it's happening either way.

"Yeah I did," Jungkook quips, matching your tone. "But after the last, nearly two weeks I think we ought to be on a first-name basis! And I'm in no way pitying you okay? I'm here because I care dammit! I don't want you to be alone and I don't want you to be behind in getting your Masters. So I' try to be be here every day for at least fifteen minutes if not more!"

You don't fully process what he says so you reply to what you remember most. "Why? Why can't I call you Dr. Jeon? It's been that way from the start, twice every week. So why do I need to call you Jungkook all a sudden?!"

"Because it makes me feel younger, you insulted my milk after I first took you to the hospital, we've been eating dinner almost every night since your injury, you told me about your childhood cat named Mr. Muttonbottom, and you just called me by my first name so there are no take backs! Now, if you're done making a fit, do you want bibimbap or jajangmyeon for dinner tonight?!"

What the actual hell? You cease your arguing at once, hearing your professor, or excuse you, Jungkook, all fluffed up. Obviously, you're not the only one high-strung over being stuck in the same routine day in, day out.

"Jajangmyeon...please," you mutter.

"Thank fuck," he swears. Yeah that's new too.

"Sorry for getting mad earlier." You mumble the words as soon as Jungkook returns with the food. "It just feels odd that you've been here all the time...you're my professor."

Jungkook mauls over your choice of words, stiffening ever so slightly. "Well, I'd like to think we're sorta friends now but alright. Does this actually bother you __? I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, you know that." He places the bag of take-out on the small desk near your bed.

"No, it's doesn't bother me." you just don't know how to react or what to say besides a measly thank you. More so, you don't want to make someone feel responsible for you...you should take care of your own shit without bringing others with you. It's not the best mindset, you're aware, but its the one you have.

"Okay good because to be completely transparent, I'm sorta here for me too. I live my myself, eat by myself, talk to myself....I do most things alone so it's nice having someone else to be around." He's not sure where to set his eyes, so he looks downward, fumbling with the napkins in front of him. "I'm making this awkward, sorry."

Feeling the strange need to offer comfort, you stretch a hand over Jungkook's arm. "I get it. It's nice having someone around too."

You and Jungkook hold each other's gaze for a few seconds more, letting the brief silence do the rest of the talking. Maybe you've been looking at this a little too one-sided.

"How are you feeling today? Any better?" Jungkook cracks open the bowl of Jajangmyeon, handing it to you with a pair of chopsticks.

You take the steamy food and gesture to your ankle which has swollen down a good amount. "Still more healing to be done but it's better."

Jungkook hums in approval. "That's comforting to hear. Dr. Kim going to discharge you soon?"

"Yeah, I think so. A few more days and he said I should be able to rest up at home."

"Really?" He chews on his bottom lip. "Well great, uhm , do you have stuff going on when you get back?"

You think a moment, trying to recollect if you made plans with Na-Rae. "Maybe some but not much. I don't have a ton of people around me right now either...down here I mean."

"Well, do you wanna go out to dinner then?" Jungkook pops the question more causal than expected. It's almost like he planned this or at least has been thinking about it for a bit. "We've been eating together for a while now and I think it might be a nice celebratory thing."

"Are you asking me on a date...Jungkook?" Because it defiantly sounds like he is, as indirect as it may be.

His reply is barely audible but you hear it and for the first time, your professor sounds truly timid. "Uh, well...let's go with "hang out", like friends do."

A/N: so yeah, thats how they got together 👀😅 anyone surprised? Thinking about a drabble for thier first date now haha. Anyway, next chapter we get back to present day stuff where more drama goes down. Also, adding a chapter bc this flashback took the whole chapter lol. Lmk your thoughts 💞

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Here are some great bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of February. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) A Little Bit Of You | Teen & Up | 2,301 words

Louis is a cute omega who loves autumn and baking cupcakes. However, when he goes to the supermarket to get the last ingredient for his recipe, strawberry jam, he meets Harry, a grumpy alpha who is unwilling to hand over the last jar.

2) I'm Gonna Love You Forever And Ever | Mature | 3,059 words

Louis is independent, he is a free omega, except when he is with his alpha, then he just wants to be held and taken care of.

3) Can't Get My Fill, So I'll Take Yours | Explicit | 2,558 words

Harry's grip remains tight despite Louis’s scrabbling attempts to get him to release his oversensitive, twitching dick. Cum drips between their fingers, making it slick, and impossible to dislodge Harry, who has pinned Louis’ right hand to the pillow. When he can no longer fight, Louis collapses back against the mattress, hand dropping to his side in defeat. He’s still hard from the constant stimulation, but he’s so sensitive. Once he stops fighting, Harry slows his pace, guiding Louis' limp, free hand up until he can pin his wrists to the pillow with one hand. It’s so much, and he forces his eyes open, looking down to see drops of cum dripping out of his cock, forced out of him by Harry’s unforgiving dick and hand. “Harry, I can’t take it, it’s too much.” “You can take it, and I’m gonna fuck you until I feel like stopping.” Louis moans, going limp again rather than resisting this time. “Good boy. Letting me fuck you like a toy for my own pleasure while I see how many times I can make you cum before you pass out.

4) Started Off With Some Birthday Sex | Explicit | 3,669 words

When Harry gets woken up at the exact moment he turns thirty, Louis makes sure to start off his birthday with a bang.

5) The Prints Of Your Hands Are Still On My Canvas | Not Rated | 4,563 words

Harry and Louis broke up not long ago. Everything was fine until then, problems started with Louis’ heat just around the corner, an important presentation that he could not miss, and a very visible (or more like invisible) alpha that could help him go through his heat. And then Harry shows up. (Again.)

6) Be Brave With Me | Mature | 4,834 words

Harry is out as gay and has been out for a while, and his best friend Louis has always supported him. The green-eyed man knew that Louis was closeted and was scared to come out, of course, Louis doesn't know that Harry knows who he truly wants to be. It's the middle of June and Harry convinces Louis to go to a pride parade, what happens when Louis and Harry get separated and Louis find himself surrounded by homophobic protesters?

7) Home (You'll Never Feel Like You're Alone I'll Make This Feel Like Home) | Explicit | 4,937 words

Louis has been busy all of February and so has Harry. Harry's teaching not just his own, but also his colleague's year one class after her fall. It's been two weeks and the school is yet to find a substitute teacher for her class. Harry's worked to the bone, stressed out of his mind, and on top of it all Louis was also barely home. The only respite for Harry is winter half-term starting Friday February 14th 2025. And of course Louis coming home early to surprise Harry with dinner and a bath.

8) Everywhere, Everything | Explicit | 6,924 words

"Uhm- so I was wondering if maybe…maybe you could braid my hair?”

9) Your Love Was Handmade (For Somebody Like Me) | Explicit | 12,608 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry looked up from his phone when he heard the clicking of heels stop at the table. He smiled kindly at the hostess and then his eyes travelled to the man behind her. His smile faltered at the sight of Louis in front of him. “Yeah, not gonna happen,” Harry said and started to get out of the booth. “Harry, please. Don’t go,” Louis pleaded and stood so Harry couldn’t get out. “I’m not going to be made a fool again, Louis. You had your fun, now let’s forget it ever happened.”

10) The Unsuccessful Promise | Teen & Up | 15,204 words

At the end of the previous school year, Louis swore to everyone that he would return in the fall as an alpha. He made this promise especially to his arch-nemesis Harry Styles, who has already presented as an alpha himself. Unfortunately over summer break, the worst thing possible happens: Louis presents as an omega. Now school is back in session and he has to return and face the consequences of pre-determining his status. Featuring Liam and Zayn as Louis' doting and exasperated parents.

11) The Royalty’s Game | General Audiences | 19,390 words

“There is no ritual other than the King Harry Styles having a Family line.” “I promised my dead wife to love her until I stop breathing.” Harry spit angrily. “This is the only way to stop the Night storm.” The Avatar of Khonsu said worriedly.

12) Gemini Rising | Explicit | 23,389 words

Louis might as well give it a shot. Maybe - just maybe - if he starts crossing boundaries in the same reckless way Harry does, that lunatic will get the message. So he starts invading Harry's space any way he can think of. He bites on his toast while Harry is speaking, he tears his morning tea out of his hold and he only hands him back the mug when it's empty, he steals half of his boxer briefs, he walks into the bathroom while Harry is peeing, he even uses his toothbrush right in front of him. When Harry's phone buzzes, Louis dives his hand into his pocket and he reads his texts out loud. When Harry's sleeping, Louis shoves his door open and asks him if he wants a snack. Louis is really trying. Like, really, really trying. Too bad it's not working.

13) Drop And Draws - What A Feeling | Mature | 50,020 words

Ever since he presented as an Alpha, Harry can't stop drawing the same person over again. Louis, since long before he presented as an Omega, has always had behavioural problems... When Niall sees one of Harry's drawings, it becomes clear that these two must meet, and quickly. Everything should be easy, shouldn't it? Except, perhaps, Louis is on the other side of the Atlantic, firmly attached to Ricky…

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How I Run Wildshape

Listen, "wildshape rules are fucking stupid" is not a fresh or hot take. Level 3: You can transform twice a day. Level 19: You can still transform twice a day! But now you can stay transformed for longer.

(Because as we all know, "eight-hour strategy commitments" are the core of how most people play D&D.)

And then of course: Level 20: INFINITE WILDSHAPES! You go from "2 per day" to "UNLIMITED! YOU GET A SQUIRREL AND YOU GET A SQUIRREL AND YOU GET A SQUIRREL, EVERYBODY GETS A SQUIRREL" and that's insane.

Tl;dr: The core appeal to me of playing druid at all is the shapeshifting. I would, genuinely, prefer it if the druid class was a half-caster that focused heavily on the shapeshifting mechanic--and before you all pile onto me in the notes, I know there's barbarian subclasses that bring in some shifter flavor, but that's not really what I'm talking about. I want to play a druidic shapeshifter.

So here's how I house-rule Wildshapes at my table (if, of course, the player is interested--I'm not out here forcing OTHER people to play THEIR characters the way I prefer, come on now) and then, just for fun, a couple of wildshape variants I've thought up but never had the chance to really play with, that DMs might offer as optional druidic feats.

If anyone with more experience and skill than me at putting together subclasses ever wants to yoink these, please do. Please. Someone fix this.

Core Wildshape

The no-frills replacement to RAW wildshape, just a 1:1 replacement.

You have a number of Wildshape charges equal to half your Druid level, rounded up.

Each Wildshape charge allows you to take one animal form, with restrictions as listed on the Beast Shapes table, for up to one hour.

There are no "partial charges," so transforming for five minutes uses the full charge just as if you'd transformed for a full hour.

Charges can be chained together seamlessly; if you choose to remain transformed past the first hour, you simply expend another Wildshape charge. You can also move directly from one Wildshape form to another by expending a new Wildshape charge. (This isn't Animorphs; you don't have to "re-transform" between charges.)

Wildshape Variants

Variant: Feral

(Prerequisite: Druid level 8)

Your communion with nature has made you as comfortable in the form of animals as in your own skin--if not more so.

You have a number of Wildshape charges equal to your Druid level. Beginning at level 12, your Wildshape forms can have a CR equal to 1/3 your Druid level, rounded down.

Variant: Druidic Avatar

You have achieved deep congruence with one of your animal forms, such that it has become tightly associated with you. Choose one wildshape form of size Small, Medium, or Large as your avatar.

While in this form, you can cast spells as normal, replacing verbal components with appropriate animal noises, as long as any necessary material components are physically present (being absorbed into your wildshape form when you transformed counts).

You can choose to alter your avatar when you take a long rest. Once you have done this, you cannot alter it again until one month has passed.

Variant: Deepwoods Shifter

Your travels in the wildest and most remote woodlands have given you a deep understanding of many forms of life beyond simple beasts--forms of life that are, to you, no less natural.

You have a short list of Deepwoods forms. Choose one non-humanoid creature, of no higher than CR 1, of a type other than Beast, to begin this list. Every time you are given the option of an ability score improvement (applied retroactively), you may choose another non-Beast, non-humanoid creature form with a CR of 1/3 your Druid level, rounded down, to add to your list.

These choices can be altered whenever a new form is added to the list.

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run away with me (18+) - mjf songfic oneshot

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pairing(s): mjf x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, some time skipping, never forget that max is a choir kid, unprotected sex, no beta we die like men, soft!max because he’s so in love

genre(s): fluff, angst, established relationship, very little smut

summary: reader is going across the country for college while max is staying home to pursue his wrestling career. on their last night together alone, reader asks max to sing to her. she reminisces on the entirety of their relationship throughout high school while max wishes that she really would just run away with him.

word count: 9,036

song: run away with me by kait kerrigan and bree lowdermilk as performed by jeremy jordan

let me catch my breath

this is really hard

the karaoke track’s backing piano played over his phone speaker, as max stood at the foot of the bed.  he had y/n’s phone in his hand with the lyrics to the song pulled up in case he forgot out of nerves, of course, that’d be impossible considering max knew this song by heart. he was stood in front of her in only a pair of boxers and his hair still damp from the shower they had just taken together. she sat at the edge of the bed, facing him with only his shirt on and her underwear. countless hickeys littered their necks, and for max, there were many more across his chest.

this wasn’t the first time that max had come over to sleep over at her house, but it was the first time both of their parents allowed them to have the door closed when the two were in there, as well as allowing max to sleep in the same bed as y/n for the night.

if i start to look like i’m

sweating, well

it’s ‘cause i am

y/n wished she had her phone just so she could record this moment - the last time for a long while until she would be able to hear max sing to her in person again. she loves his voice, has been in love with his voice ever since she first heard him sing at that choir concert her friends dragged her to freshman year because “the choir here is good!” and max just so happened to have a solo that night. his song of choice for their last night together had only reminded her of the beginnings of their relationship and the way she was thankful to still be with her high school sweetheart - even if they were about to be separated by distance.

i’m not good with words

but that’s nothing new

she remembers the first actual conversation she had with max. she knew of him before the choir concert, they had gone to middle school together and sat next to each other in english class their freshman year. because of their seating arrangement, the two would make small talk during partner work. it wouldn’t be until after the choir concert that y/n would spark up an actual conversation with max the next time she saw him in class.

“didn’t know you could sing so well, max. i’m happy i got dragged to the choir concert, otherwise i would have never known that my english partner is such an amazing singer.” she said in greeting, taking her seat beside him and taking out her binder.

max simply stared at her, his eyes wide in shock that she had actually greeted him with something other than a simple “hey max.” he had found the girl pretty, but with their limited interactions and the way y/n would immediately run off after class because she’d have to make it across campus in the 8 minute passing period, max never found the perfect moment to talk to her.

“can i get your number?” max blurted out in response, a light pink rising to her cheeks. it was y/n’s turn to stare at max with wide eyes, feeling her own face heat up.

she smiled, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she giggled - a habit she had that max would soon learn in the weeks to come. she took out her phone and slid it to him under the desk just as the bell rang to announce that class had started.

“i was expecting a ‘thank you’, maxwell.” she teased, crossing her arms over her desk once she felt max take her phone.

she felt max drop her phone back into her lap, and he mumbled under his breath just loud enough for her to hear him, “sorry, i lose my ability to speak english when a pretty girl compliments me.”

she smiled at his words, keeping her gaze trained on her teacher who began the class as she reached for her phone in her lap and slipped it back into her pocket. she certainly wasn’t expecting max to flirt with her, considering they would only ever talk about their assigned readings.

but y/n certainly wasn’t complaining either.

still i have to try to explain

what i want to do

with you

y/n closed her locker after putting away the binders and textbooks she wouldn’t need to bring home that day. she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around, expecting to see max. well, she did see max, it just wasn’t her max.

caster smiled at y/n, and said, “max is in the choir room already. he skipped seventh hour.”

that’d certainly explain max’s absence, but y/n was visibly upset that max hadn’t waited for her to walk him to the choir room. ever since they exchanged numbers, max and y/n texted and called nonstop if they weren’t talking to each other in english class, hanging out at lunch, or y/n was walking him to the choir room after school for max’s musical rehearsal before she’d head home.

it was the way max would go out of his way to walk her to class between classes just so they could see each other and talk that made y/n realize that max was attractive to her: physically and emotionally. it wouldn’t be until one day that max would text her in the morning that he was sick and wouldn’t be at school that day that y/n realized how much she missed max’s presence. that was also the day that she realized that she most definitely had developed a crush on max.

“don’t be so sad now, y/n. he sent me here to get you.” caster said, laughing at the way confusion had spread across y/n’s face. “now put this on.” he thrusted a blindfold into her hands, and y/n simply stared down at the fabric.

“did he send you here to kidnap me?” she asked, looking back up at caster.

“actually, yes.” caster mused, taking the blindfold from her when he realized she wasn’t going to put it on. he pulled it over her eyes for her, and before she could protest, caster pulled her backpack off of her and slung one strap over his shoulder.

“hey! that’s my- max!” she screamed in shock once she felt caster’s arms wrap around her legs and he lifted her off the ground. she laughed as caster slung her over his shoulder, her arms instinctively wrapping around his midsection as she felt him run out of the hall and towards what she could only assume to be the choir room.

eventually, she was set down and y/n could just feel the way there were multiple pairs of eyes fixed on her. caster pulled the blindfold off of y/n, and when her eyes adjusted to the dark room, the lights were suddenly turned on. she gasped at the sight in front of her, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she tried to process everything happening in front of her.

the same song max had sang at that choir concert was playing on the speakers, and a road of rose petals was laid out in front of her. on each side of the rose petal road, there stood max’s choir friends holding out a rose for her to take, and at the very end of the path stood max, dressed in a suit and a stupidly wide, but nervous, smile plastered on his face.

caster nudged y/n forward, and she stumbled a bit before she walked through the path and collected the roses from each person until she finally made it up to max. he stopped her in place about three feet away from him by holding his hand.

she hadn’t even noticed he was holding a sign behind his back, still in shock at the entire display that she had found herself walking into. max held up the sign for her to read while caster appeared beside him and held out a sharpie to her.

“y/n, would you run away with me to homecoming as my girlfriend?” y/n read the sign out loud, tears welling in her eyes as she met max’s gaze.

she took the sharpie from caster’s hand, walking up to max and checking off the “yes” box while the people in the room whooped and hollered for max.

he held the sign out for caster to take so he could wrap his arms around y/n, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. he felt her body shake, and max could hear the faint sound of her crying over the sounds of everyone cheering for them.

“why are you crying, baby?” max asked as he pulled away from the hug to cup y/n’s face in his hands. he liked the way it felt to call y/n baby, and the way it felt to hold her face in his hands as he wiped away her tears with his thumb.

she smiled up at him through her tears, one that sent max’s head reeling and his heart flipping in his chest.

“i’m just so happy. i had no idea you even had a crush on me, and now you’re my boyfriend and my homecoming date?” she admitted, happy tears still falling from her eyes despite max’s best efforts to wipe them away. y/n could feel the way her heart had began to beat rapidly as if she had just ran a marathon, all because max had pulled off this grand gesture just to ask her out and called her baby. the feeling of his hands on her skin had only sent electric shocks through her, and y/n finally recognized how deep her feelings for max truly ran - even if they were only freshmen in high school.

“i had a feeling you liked me too. so instead of cutting around the whole talking stage bullshit, i listened to my gut and decided to just ask you out.” max admitted, his smile mirroring her own. “my gut’s never wrong, and now i have a bomb-ass girlfriend.” he laughed.

she stayed behind that day to watch max during his rehearsal, texting a photo of the sign max had made her to her parents and instantly being met with a “does this boyfriend of yours want to come over for dinner tonight?” from them.

with you

run away with me

they wouldn’t kiss until their first anniversary. before then, it was just hand holding and innocent kisses on the back of the hand, forehead, cheek, anywhere but the lips. they were both too shy and too scared to fuck up their first kiss. their anniversary fell on a saturday that year, which meant that they had the entire day together and max had gotten permission to sleep over at y/n’s house that night. of course, with the rule being that max would sleep out on the couch and when they were in y/n’s room, they’d leave the door wide open.

they had let their parents know immediately of their new relationship, and although their parents weren’t exactly too accepting to begin with - when y/n and max hit the sixth month mark of their relationship, their parents realized that this was more than just your average high school fling. since then, they would regularly have dinner at each others houses at least once a week, and both families loved them.

they were also relieved to know that max and y/n hadn’t even kissed yet - which meant that their little babies were still innocent.

until that day, of course.

max and y/n were laying down beside each other in her bed watching the hamilton musical. max had his arm slung around y/n’s shoulders with the girl laying on her side resting her head against max’s chest with one arm wrapped around his midsection.

despite the two have never kissing in the entire year of their relationship, the two loved their share of physical touch. they were definitely the hallway couple of the school, always seen with max’s arm slung over her shoulders or waist, with y/n’s arm looped through his, them just holding hands, or hugging each other for far too long whenever max would drop her off at class before running to his own.

y/n smiled in amusement at the thought, and she unconsciously began to rub the palm of her hand over max’s abs. max was buffer than he was their freshman year. the sophomore boy having picked up an interest in bodybuilding and hitting the gym every night.

“i could take off my shirt right now if you wanted to feel up on my abs without the fabric.” max teased her, catching her in the act of feeling his abs through the fabric of his shirt. she felt her face heat up and she pushed herself up off of him so she could turn to look at him.

max had also gained quite an ego ever since he started his bodybuilding journey. and although y/n loved having such a buff, hot boyfriend. she sometimes missed the shy boy that had asked for her phone number because he didn’t know how to say “thank you” to a compliment.

but when she saw the blush and shy smile that had appeared on max’s face because she had just been feeling up on him, she knew that deep down, that same shy boy that forgot how to speak english properly whenever she was around was still in there.

so, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his before pulling away quickly. it hadn’t even been for a second and would definitely be considered a peck. before she knew it, max’s hand had found the back of her neck and he was pulling her in for another kiss.

“fucking finally.” he whispered against her lips, a smile pulling on his lips as he kissed her tenderly.

max and y/n finally understood what people meant by feeling fireworks when they kissed someone they had a connection with. after all, they both felt fireworks that tingled all the way down to the ends of their fingers and their toes as they kissed each other.

a cough from the doorway had the two pulling away from each other. y/n instantly shoved her face into max’s chest and she didn’t need to even look to know that max’s face was probably as beet red as hers was.

“hey mama.” max greeted y/n’s mom, his voice cracking and causing max to have to clear his throat afterwards. he wrapped his arms back around y/n’s frame, who tried to further bury herself in max’s chest.

“i’m just going to leave these right here.” y/n’s mom said, amusement laced so heavily in her tone as she set down two plates of food on y/n’s desk. “you’re so lucky it’s me and not pops.” she laughed, clearly having fun with teasing the two teens, although she could only see max’s reaction. “don’t forget we’re just down the hall. also, turn down the tv. i need to be able to make sure nothing else is going on in here without having to walk in and see something else i don’t need to be seeing.” she told them, before turning and leaving the room.

“is she gone?” y/n mumbled, her voice muffled.

max grabbed the remote and turned down the tv volume, not wanting to get on y/n’s mom’s bad side. “yeah, she is.” he told her, smiling down at y/n once she lifted her head from his chest. max pushed her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, leaning down and pressing a soft, quick kiss to her lips before relaxing back against her bed. “we should just run away together. maybe then we’ll get to kiss more with the door closed.” he hummed.

y/n slapped his chest playfully and whispered, afraid that her parents might hear her, “what’s stopping us from kissing with the door open?”

that was enough for max to turn the volume back up on the tv and flip them over so that y/n was laying under him. between fits of giggles and laughter, max and y/n kissed each other until they heard the sound of her parents down the hall making their way to y/n’s room to let max know it was time to go to sleep on the couch.

let me be your ride out of town

let me be the place that you hide

we can make our lives on the go

run away with me

the first time they said “i love you” to each other was during their junior year.

it wasn’t a grand gesture like the way max had asked her out. it wasn’t cute and embarrassing like the first time they kissed. and it wasn’t as intimate as the first time they explored each other’s bodies at max’s house when his parents weren’t home.

no. instead it was sad, full of tears, and in the backseat of max’s car.

max was sitting down with his back pressed against the door and his legs stretched out against the backseat with tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. in his arms, y/n laid down on top of him with her head shoved in the crook of his neck as she cried softly.

naomi. the name of the girl who had befriended max in their elementary years and had been close to him up until now. she hadn’t ever been fond of y/n, but max never cared to find out why - even if naomi had dubbed herself as “max’s best friend” which max clearly didn’t agree with.

she is also the same girl who, that very morning, had forwarded y/n photos of max supposedly kissing another girl at a party that past weekend. a party that y/n knew max had gone to because he had told her.

y/n confronted max and before she knew it, max was already driving to her house to pick her up and demand that she show him the photos.

he hadn’t kissed another girl - didn’t even think anyone else could ever compare to y/n. and clearly, y/n thought he was lying to her.

ever since max had joined the football team, he had been surrounded by hot, young cheerleaders who would ask him for pictures because max was, in fact, one of the only good players on the team that was attractive. he hadn’t noticed how the extra attention from other girls had affected y/n, considering that max would always go to her immediately after and greet her with a kiss and she seemed fine.

but he couldn’t have been more wrong. especially since y/n had weakly beat at his chest while crying and yelling at him that if he wanted a hotter, younger, cheerleader girlfriend that all he had to do was break up with her instead of cheating on her at a party.

he assured her he didn’t cheat on her. that was the first thing max made sure to get through to y/n’s head. after all, max isn’t a brainless asshole who would purposely hurt the one girl who had seen him grow from a small, shy boy to a big, (admittedly) egotistical man and still wanted to be his girlfriend through it all.

he loves her. he’s known that fact for a long while now but had never voiced it. and max would never, ever cheat on the one girl who he loves with his entire being.

so, after finally convincing y/n to get in the car and driving off to their spot - a parking lot off the side of the hill that gave them a perfect view of the city - max called up naomi and pretended to be thankful for her just to prove that naomi photoshopped an image with her goddess-like photoshop skills for… well he didn’t know what reason but they’d find that out soon.

and it worked perfectly.

after naomi had admitted to photoshopping the image to send to y/n because she didn’t think y/n deserved max for reasons like “you’re clearly ashamed of her, you don’t post her ever on your social media.” and “you guys don’t even look good together. you and i look amazing though”, max had snapped and told naomi to go back to giving 10 cent blowjobs on the street because she would never be able to give him one with how ugly her personality was.

after proving that max was set up and naomi had ill-intentions, max immediately tackled on the next worrying thoughts that had plagued y/n’s mind.

it was then that y/n let him know how insecure she’s been feeling, and had even began to cry in front of max. he pulled her close to him and held her as she cried, holding her face to the crook of his neck so that she wouldn’t see the way that max had also began to cry at her words.

he felt ugly. how could he not have realized how insecure his girl has been feeling? they’ve been together for over two years now, and max thought that he could read every little thing that had passed through y/n’s mind at that point.

hearing her cry into his neck and feeling her body shake with each sob had max’s heart breaking in his chest. he had made her cry before, but never like this. it was never a sad cry, and max never wants to be the reason why she’s having a sad cry.

“and then the photo being sent to me just fucking tipped me over. i know now it’s fake and this naomi bitch is a skank, but it doesn’t change the fact that i’m so fucking hurt by it because one day, it could be a reality. one day you’re going to wake up and realize that there’s someone better than me that wants you, and you’re gonna leave me for her.” she cried through labored breaths. y/n wasn’t one to swear, but the fact that she was swearing in that moment let max know that she’s been bottling up her emotions for far too long now.

it was enough to make max’s heart break.

“i love you.” max cried, tightening his grip around the girl as he pulled her closer to him. “i fucking love you, y/n. you are my girlfriend. you’re the best there ever is and ever will be, and i know that. i don’t need someone who’s hotter or younger or whatever the fuck you think is attractive to me. because the fact of the matter is, i’m so in love with you, y/n. and i’m sorry i never realized how much you were hurting all alone.” he was full on sobbing in that moment, and y/n had raised her head so that they could look at each other eye-to-eye.

she could see how much max regretted not realizing how insecure she’s been. she could feel the way her heart yearned to pick up the pieces of max’s heart that she could tell was hurting just as much as hers. above all, she could feel the way that max had truly meant his words. he loves her, and she loves him.

she raised her hands to cup max’s face, and a bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. “i should have told you sooner.” she whispered, wiping away at max’s tears with her thumbs as he raised his hands to do the same to her.

“it’s okay. i know now which is better than finding out too late.” he whispered, leaning forward so that he could press his forehead against hers. “i never want to make you feel like that ever again, even if i didn’t mean to make you feel insecure about yourself.”

“can you say the thing again? what you said earlier.” she asked softly, finally having calmed down as her tears had stopped welling in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.

“i love you.” max replied without missing a beat. “i love you, y/n. i’m in love with you.” he repeated over and over again as if it were a mantra, until y/n leaned in and kissed him.

they kissed as if they were feeding off of each other, the taste of their salty tears mixed with desire filled their mouths, and eventually pulled away with their breathing labored. “i love you, too.” y/n replied. “have been in love with you long before i could put a name to the feeling.�� she admitted.

max stared at her, wide eyed and his heart leaping in his chest. he pushed her down against the back seat, spreading her legs with his hands and kneeling down between them. he leaned over her, his face level with hers as he said, “no one’s better than you, and you know it.”

he leaned down to repeatedly kiss her. the kisses started off innocent, with max and y/n whispering that they love each other between each kiss. they’d deepen with each passing moment, until eventually max whispered, “let me show you how much i love you, y/n. let me make love to you. i’m not gonna fuck you, i’m going to make love to you.”

y/n had her arms wrapped around his neck and she stared up at max through her now-puffy eyes. “condom?” she questioned, knowing that her and max have only ever done it in their own rooms and not anything like this. but somehow, the fact that they were in a public parking lot in max’s car in the afternoon with the sun still high in the sky hadn’t mattered to her.

“i’ll buy you plan b.” he promised, and max watched as the gears in y/n’s head physically began to turn.

“i love you, maxwell.” she whispered.

“i love you, y/n.” max replied in a whisper of his own before planting his lips on y/n’s and drowning her in all of his emotions to reassure her that his entire being was made to love her indefinitely.

texas in the summer is cool

we’ll be “on the road” like jack kerouac, looking back

y/n, you’re ready, let’s go

anywhere

get the car packed and throw me the key

run away with me

she felt max’s hand on her cheek as he changed the lyrics to fit y/n’s name in the song. she looked up at him, feeling his thumb swipe across her cheek to wipe away a tear that she hadn’t even known had fallen from her eyes. max’s own tears had began to roll down his face, and she knew then that it was going to be much harder than they had previously thought to start being a long distance couple.

with max’s guidance, she stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck as he arms found their place wrapped around her waist. max swayed them back and forth as he continued to sing to her, his gaze trained on hers as he let her know that it truly wasn’t too late for her to run away with max if she wanted to.

she turned her head towards max’s hand and pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand. a silent “i wish i could” hanging in the air like it always does.

y/n i know it’s fast

i’m in love with you

y/n, it’s crazy, but y/n, i’m crazier for you

i have these plans, y/n, i have these plans

of a house that we build on the bay when we run away

there were no miscommunications after that afternoon in max’s car. the two were so transparent to each other that letting the other person know whenever they were feeling insecure, angry, or happy about something came to be second nature. their friends would call them an old, married couple while their both of their sets of parents would joke that y/n and max have been married longer than they have.

especially since both parents had noticed how narcissistic max had become as he seemed to only grow bigger and bigger with each day he came back from the gym. he had also began training at create a pro wrestling academy with his wrestling persona being an exaggerated version of himself. through it all, max had always seemed to revert back to his humble self whenever he was around y/n, and his parents were happy that he seemed to spend every waking moment with y/n if he wasn’t working out or training to become a wrestler. they were sure they’d end up having the cops called on them if they had to deal with max’s mjf persona at home.

so it’d become a point where max would show up at y/n’s house right after wrestling so he could calm himself down in y/n’s presence and have her tend to whatever bruises were blossoming on his body. he’d even had his own shower necessities in her bathroom, although y/n’s parents made sure that the two were not showering together whenever max would come home.

y/n sat in max’s lap with the boy’s arms wrapped around her midsection to hold her in place while she’d have her arms draped over his shoulders. max had his face shoved into the crook of her neck, and he didn’t need to lift his head to know that she was definitely a blushing mess in his lap. max hadn’t even waited to pull on clothes over his boxers as soon as he got out of the shower and made his way to her room. he didn’t have the energy to pull on his clothes besides his boxers, and simply wanted to hold his girl in his arms and recharge.

it had been a rough day today, from him definitely failing his math test, to forgetting to turn in his essay the night prior and getting chewed up by his teacher, and then going off to his wrestling class where the boy wasn’t in the right headspace to execute simple moves, so he’d end up taking more bumps than the others that day. his promo skills had been exceptional that day though, that was the only thing he had going for him. that and the fact that when he came by y/n’s house to calm down and shower, he had been greeted with a kiss at the door.

he let out a loud sigh and felt y/n’s hand massaging his scalp gently. “rough day, baby?” y/n asked softly, deciding now was the time to speak after she and max had been silent for the past 30 minutes since max had arrived at her house.

“you have no idea. you already know about the school stuff but i couldn’t fucking do a single thing in the ring today. i kept fucking up. at least i’m the fucking greatest on the mic, that was the only thing i could only do correctly today.” he mumbled, pulling his head away from her neck so he could look her in the eyes. y/n cupped his face in her hands, leaning in to peck max’s lips gently.

“at least you channeled your anger into your angry little chihuahua wrestling persona.” she teased lightheartedly, earning a wide smile from her boyfriend.

“not a chihuahua. at least call me a pit bull or something.” max muttered in response, leaning in to press another kiss to y/n’s lips. “i just can’t wait ‘til we’re out of here. when you get your degree and start being my pretty girl who can officially nurse me back to health after i defend my world championship belt in some gruesome match.” he mumbled against her lips, pulling away when he felt y/n playfully hit his chest.

“you and your fantasies.” she mused with a laugh, wrapping her arms back around max’s neck. “and what about where we’ll be living, hm? i was thinking somewhere near the water.” y/n asked, letting her own fantasies known.

“build a house on the bay, baby.” max answered, as if it was obvious. “offer still stands to run away with me. this time, i have a car.”

y/n laughed, pressing a kiss to max’s forehead as she replied, “even if you didn’t have a car, i’d run to the ends of the earth with you.”

let me be your ride out of town

let me be the place that you hide

we can make our lives on the go

run away with me

she didn’t realize how much taller and bigger max had grown until she found their first photo together thanks to her snapchat memories.

they usually sat together at lunch in the choir room, off in their own little corner on the floor where they’d watch videos on max’s phone while they ate. but this time, max was standing around the piano with the rest of the boys in his section so they could work out a piece of a song that they’d been fucking up on.

it was something y/n got used to whenever the choir concert would be nearing, after all, she has been dating max throughout their entire high school career. with their third anniversary coming up, she was scrolling through her snapchat memories for any photos she could post of them until she landed on their very first photo together.

it was taken after max had asked her out. y/n was puffy-eyed from crying out of happiness while max had a cheeky grin wide on his face. the photo was right outside of the choir room. max had his arm slung around her shoulders with her tucked into his side and she had her arms wrapped around his waist as she smiled widely at the camera.

it was the fact that her and max were the same height at the time that caught her eye. also, how small and skinny max used to be. y/n had forgotten how small and lanky max used to be, considering the boy had hit a major growth spurt going into their sophomore year.

she was giggling at the photo when max returned.

“how the fuck did i get you to say yes to being my girlfriend? i look like a stick.” max said as he sat down beside her, his arm snaking around her waist to pull her in while he rested his chin atop her shoulder.

she laughed at his words, draping an arm over his legs as she leaned into him. yeah, they were that couple in high school who didn’t give a damn about pda, and it had only gotten worse over the years as max became more confident and wanted to let everyone know that he was, in fact, taken. “what do you mean? you’re so cute, of course i’d say yes. look, future investment anyway. you instantly hit your growth spurt after we started dating and now you just look like a full grown man with your big muscles.” she said with a laugh.

“yeah but look at you. completely out of my league, and you still are. i don’t know how i got so lucky.” max said, wrapping his other arm around her waist to pull her in even closer. “i’m so tired. how much longer until lunch is over?”

she checked the time on her phone. “like 25 minutes.” she hummed, as she felt max nod his head. he pulled away from her and moved so he could lay down on the floor with his head in her lap. he turned so he was laying on his side and facing her body.

“wake me up so i can walk you to class, okay?” he asked, pressing his face into her lower stomach and shutting his eyes.

she gently ran her fingers through his hair, messaging his scalp as she laughed, “not so you can go to class, but so you can walk me to my class.” y/n felt max nod in against her stomach. “alright, nap well. i’m going back to looking at photos of us.”

it was then that she found a video of max singing at that first choir concert she had gone to, and she gasped realizing that she had forgotten that she had recorded his solo. “oh my god, babe! look it’s you singing our song before we even were friends.” she laughed, as max turned his head upwards.

y/n held the phone over his face so he could see the video, watching the way his face contorted. “god, i can’t believe i managed to win you over with my voice cracking like that.” he mumbled, turning back to face her stomach and shutting his eyes. “it was just another song back then, but now i’ve got a girl that i really wish would run away with me.” he mumbled against her stomach.

no matter how many times max would say it, y/n would still get butterflies in her stomach.

alabama heat? sign me up

we’ll be on the road like some country song

won’t be long

y/n, you’re ready

let’s go anywhere

get the car packed and throw me the key

run away with me

senioritis hit max harder than it had hit y/n, but that may be because max just had so much more going on. they were sitting in max’s room, both of them finally finished with their homework. much like the rules at y/n’s house, max’s parents made sure that max’s door was wide open whenever he and y/n were in the room. the only difference being that whenever y/n slept over, she’d get max’s bed and max slept out in the living room.

he swore his parents liked her more than they liked him, but he didn’t mind that. after all, there was no one better than y/n in this universe.

max had a lot of catching up to do with his work, but he was thankful he has y/n. if she wasn’t there, he was certain he’d end up laying on his stomach in bed with his phone in his hand instead. when he finally finished, he turned around in his seat to find y/n already asleep in his sheets.

he didn’t know how she was sleeping with two blankets piled on top of her. his room was already hot enough even with the fan on and max was absolutely sweating his ass off. then again, max had made sure that the fan was facing the bed where y/n was doing her work instead of facing towards him.

he pulled his headphones off of him and walked over to the bed. he was about to slide into the space beside her for a much needed nap when a knock against the wall caught his attention.

he saw his mom at the doorway, smiling sheepishly at him as if she’d interrupted an intimate moment. “dinner’s ready, wake her up and come downstairs.” she told him before turning on her heel and leaving the room.

so much for napping. max thought to himself as he leaned down over y/n’s frame. he supported himself on his hands as he pulled the blanket away from her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. “baby.” he whispered, cupping her cheek in his hand and gently lifting her face so he could peck her lips. “wake up, baby.” he continued to whisper between kisses.

eventually, y/n stirred in her sleep. she whined gently at max trying to wake her up, having been disturbed from her peaceful slumber. “baby, i’m sleeping.” she complained softly, feeling max pull the blankets off of her. she grabbed at the sheets blindly, trying to pull them back over her as she whined out, “no!”

max would overpower her, of course, successfully getting the blankets off of her. “dinner’s ready, baby. stop being a brat.” he groaned, hooking his arms under her frame and lifting her up off the bed bridal style.

she thrashed in his arms, whining and groaning. it made it difficult for max to keep his grip on her, and eventually he dropped her back on to the bed.

“alright, if you’re going to act like a brat.” he began, watching y/n’s eyes suddenly shoot open as max leaned down over her. she screamed and laughed as max lifted her once more and hauled her up to his head.

“no, no! i’m up! i’m awake!” she screamed in hopes that he’d let her go, but all her pleas were to no avail. max adjusted her so that she was sitting up on his shoulders, letting out a loud scream as he batista bombed her on to the mattress.

she laughed as she hit the mattress, rolling out of bed and standing up on her feet. “cuddles later?” she asked, pouting out her bottom lip as she looked up at max. on the brighter side, y/n was most definitely wide awake now.

he stepped towards her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in and leaning down to peck her lips. “did you lose braincells or something? what kind of question even is that, you dumbass.” he hummed fondly. “come on, mom and dad probably think i’m killing you in here.”

she felt max’s hand lace with hers and she got up on her tip toes to press a kiss to his chin. “if anything, they’d probably believe you were in the middle of throwing me out the window and jumping after me so we can run away and start our own family.” she corrected him, her heart beating wildly in her chest at the suggestive smile that had risen to max’s face.

“you said it, not me.” max muttered, raising his free hand to cup her cheek. “but i’m not opposed to the whole run away and start a family idea, you already know that. we’re way past the first few steps already, if we consider the fact you already call me daddy.” he whispered teasingly in her ear, pulling away to watch the way y/n’s face turned beet red before he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“max! y/n!” they heard max’s dad yell from downstairs.

max pulled y/n out of the room soon after, their hearts beating in time and their souls intertwined with the promises of a future family together hanging in the air.

i’m not trying to make you a wife here

i’m not trying to tie you down

i’m just saying there might be a life here

a new one as soon as we run

max had been saving up for this day. he nervously stood in front of the jeweler, carefully observing the ring that he had in his hand. his mom stood beside him, and max passed the ring to her. “it’s perfect, isn’t it?” max asked softly, a small smile on his face.

max’s mom beamed at the ring, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. it wasn’t even an engagement ring, but she felt emotional at the fact that her son had been saving up for this moment just so he could get his girlfriend a promise ring before they’d eventually be long distance after the summer.

“good taste, maxwell.” she complimented.

“we’ll take it.” max said, looking back up at the jeweler and smiling widely. he pulled out his wallet as he followed the jeweler over to the register, handing over his card without a second thought.

it wouldn’t be until 2 weeks later at graduation that max would finally give the ring to y/n. their families had gone out to eat dinner together at a restaurant, and both sets of parents were looking at max expectedly. of course the adults at the table knew of max’s plans. he wasn’t going to give them a heart attack when he’d suddenly give y/n a ring without asking for permission first.

he cleared his throat, looking over at y/n and smiling. she had caught the way that their parents were looking at them expectedly and had furrowed her brows in confusion.

for once, max didn’t want to make this a grand gesture. so, he took out the ring box and opened it, showing y/n the ring with a sheepish smile on his face. he could see the shock that had crossed over y/n’s face.

“max, are you-”

“a promise ring. that one day i’ll be asking you to marry me. i just thought you’d like something else to remind you of me before you’re off to california and studying your ass off. also to make sure those pencil-necked marks over there know that you have someone waiting for you back home.” he told her softly, reaching for her left hand as she lifted it up for him.

max took the ring out of the box, and slid it on to her ring finger, holding her hand in his gently as the two smiled at each other. max watched as tears welled in y/n’s eyes. he wasn’t even aware he was crying until he felt a tear roll down his cheek.

their parents whooped and hollered for the couple as they leaned in to kiss. but they had forgotten about the grad caps that they had kept on their head as per their parents requests and they ended up bumping caps, causing them to laugh and blush in embarrassment. they tilted their heads and y/n rested her hand on max’s cheek to proudly display her ring before they leaned in for a proper kiss.

they heard the shutter of a camera, and they both made a mental note to ask their parents for the photos later. they smiled against each others lips as they kissed, and when they pulled away, max whispered, “i’m not trying to make you a wife here, i’m not trying to tie you down.” y/n felt the tears finally roll down her cheeks as max recited the lyrics to their song. “there’s a new life waiting for us when you have your degree and i’ve made it in the wrestling business. and then, we can finally run.”

and max, who previously had absolutely no posts on his instagram besides the multiple highlights that consisted of y/n, posted the photo of them kissing with their grad caps on and the ring proudly displayed on y/n’s finger with a simple caption that stated “running away and starting a new life as soon as possible”. their phones blew up that night, and they had to explain to all of their friends that it was just a promise ring.

max caster let it be known that he had dibs on being best man whenever the two would finally tie the knot.

run away

just run away with me

mississippi mud, watch me slide

we’ll be “on the road” like jack kerouac, looking back

almost ready now

with this being their last summer together, y/n had opted to not take any college classes at the local community college like she’d usually do during her summer. no, this would be their last full summer together before their lives would be busy with y/n’s college education in full gear and max’s wrestling taking him elsewhere across the country.

she was there at every single match max had, being the loudest person in the crowd despite the weird looks she’d get from the people around her because why would anyone cheer for an asshole like mjf? she was sure people in the crowd probably thought she was some ring rat, considering that max was awfully good at staying in character and treated her the same as he did anyone else. he did, however, once sign her boob in front of everyone else as he made his way to the ring once, and the two got a laugh out of it afterwards when they watched clips of people’s reactions.

they also got a kick out of watching people’s reactions when other women had asked mjf to do the same for them, only to be met by mjf calling them tits mcgees and to go back to the streets of whore island.

y/n had quickly found herself to be possessive over max as much as he had become over her. maybe it was the overarching fact that they would eventually be long distance, but the two of them had grown increasingly possessive over each other and made sure people around them knew that they had a partner - although they still kept their relationship as private as possible considering max’s growing popularity as mjf.

it was in the subtle ways that they’d let people know they had a life partner. since max had gotten y/n a promise ring, y/n had bought max a ring as well. she also bought him a silicone one to wear during his matches, and they had rewatched the commentators reaction the first time mjf appeared with a ring on his finger as the commentators seemed to be shocked that mjf had found a woman that could love someone like him.

in character, mjf would simply yell at the crowd that the only reason why they’re shocked is because they would never be able to find a woman like how he has and if they somehow managed to pay a woman enough money to be in love with them, he’s already taken the best of the best off of the market.

out of character, max would still insist that he’s already got the best of the best to be his indefinitely.

his colleagues at the wrestling academy would all be curious about how max had even found a woman, considering the fact that max was still narcissistic like his wrestling persona, just majorly watered down. not to mention that max was still so young, and had so many years ahead of him. but when max would shyly tell the men about his and y/n’s love story with a wide smile on his face, a light blush dusting his cheeks, and his hands twirling the ring around his finger, they’d realize that this special lady had such a unique effect on max that it made him human. they could only pray to find someone that had as much of a positive effect on them as y/n did to max.

what they hadn’t expect was for the tears that began to roll down max’s face as he talked about how proud he was that she was got into her dream school on a full ride. he wiped away at the tears furiously before he felt someone nudge his shoulder and hold out a napkin to him. he took it and wiped at his eyes as he mumbled his next phrase so softly that the men around him wondered if it was meant for them to listen to.

“that’s why i have to make it in this business. i want her to be proud of me too.”

max was ready to give wrestling his all.

let me be your ride out of town

let me be the place that you hide

california dreams, here we come

romeo is calling for juliet, ready set

getting ready

let’s go anywhere

say the word and i’m already there

she rested her head against max’s chest as he sang, feeling the way his vibrato shook his chest. she blinked away the tears in her eyes as the two swayed back and forth with their arms wrapped around each other.

soon, they’d have to split and y/n couldn’t just text max if she needed a hug. they’d have to wait months and months until their schedules aligned and they would be in the same city just to be able to hold each other again. no more daily visits to each others houses. no more weekly dinners. no more sneaking max into her room at night or skipping class to go back to his house. no more sitting ringside with her matching burberry scarf screaming his name. no more tingly lips after max would kiss her. no more walking to class with her hand in his.

instead it’d become sleeping on facetime and waking up to an overheating phone. text messages whenever they weren’t busy. eating food over facetime and pretending to feed each other. making kissy faces at the camera because they wouldn’t be able to kiss.

but then the ring on her finger would be a reminder of max’s promise to her, and the ring on max’s finger would always remind him that she’d be there cheering him on no matter what.

max wasn’t ready to let y/n go. although he knew that they’d stay together, they had never spent a day without seeing each other since the day they first started dating. and now suddenly, they’d go months and months without seeing each other.

he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but max was afraid that y/n would find someone better for her when she’s off at college. someone who wasn’t pursuing an unstable career like max’s where if he doesn’t make it in the business, he’d be stuck working multiple jobs at once. he wants to be that man for y/n, who could support her in her endeavors and be the one she’d come to bed with every night with a smile on her face knowing that she was well taken care of.

it’d be easier if they just ran away now. away from the troubles of the earth and to a place where they didn’t have to worry about the uncertainties of life.

he turned off and threw down y/n’s phone on the mattress as he wrapped his arm around her midsection and gently laid her back on the bed. he supported himself on his forearms that he placed on either side of her head as he rested his forehead against hers. max parted her legs with his knees, reaching down to pull his boxers down and letting his length spring free. he pushed her underwear to the side and running his length up and down along her already swollen, still wet cunt from the previous rounds that they had already that night. he whispered the last line, before covering her mouth with his own and pushing himself into her warmth.

run away with me

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[etherealperrie]

Stuck With You {pt. I}

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: In which Class President!Reader is paired with Stoner!Eddie Munson for a class project. Despite their best efforts to get a new partner and a general hatred one another, Reader and Eddie find out there might be more to one another than they first thought. And...Hey, wait, you're actually kind of sweet and misunderstood?

Word Count: 2k

Contains: Mild language | Enemies to friends to (later) lovers trope | Class President!Reader | Fluff & cute banter |

A/N: Italics indicate a flashback sequence. Story takes place pre-season 4, so no spoilers for the newest season (aside from Eddie being a character and existing in the ST universe). (Almost) gender neutral, aside from the use of the word "madame" a handful of times. My first time writing for Eddie Munson. Hope you enjoy <3

This is the first part in the "Stuck With You" series! Here are the links to parts 2 | 3 | 4 |

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You were meant to be helping prep for tomorrow’s pep rally, but you’d somehow let Eddie the freak Munson convince you to trek across town to Forest Hills Trailer Park just to get some work done. Convenient for him, at the least. You’d never even been to this side of Hawkins before. Well, you’d driven past on your way to and from school, but you’ve never spent any real time here. Not until today. Groaning, you glance down at your watch as you trudge across the grass, searching for the right trailer. 8:13pm.

It wasn’t like you didn’t try to get a different partner, it was that Ms. O’Donnell refused your plea. Eddie didn’t look pleased about the pairing either, but he didn’t often look pleased about anything. The only time you ever saw him smile was when you caught glimpses of the Hellfire Club meetings after school in one of the empty classrooms as you passed by on your way to and from student council meetings. The room was always loud and raucous, shouting and whooping both at and on behalf of Eddie as he rolled some dice. In the classroom though, he was rarely present – physically or mentally. Barely passing the class, you assumed, which was why Ms. O’Donnell had the sadistic idea to pair him with you: in hopes of finally getting him graduated. 

“I prefer to work alone,” you say, looking up into the eyes of Ms. O’Donnell. 

She clicks her tongue, shaking her head. “This is a partnered project, it’s too much work to do alone.” She starts to turn away but you refuse, pushing yourself up from your desk to step between her and the chalkboard. 

“But, I’ve already read The Scarlet Letter! And, we both know I’m going to end up doing all of the work anyway. Anyone else, please.”

The words tumble out of your mouth, sounding a bit more desperate than you wanted, but it was just unfair. You had a winter ball and a pep rally to plan, plus a student council to run, you didn’t need to waste time trying to get a deadbeat student to do some work. 

“My mind's made up, my dear. You should get to work, I’m certain you and Mr. Munson will work well together if you put aside your differences and try.”

You open your mouth to object once again, but she holds a hand up, signaling that the conversation was over. Groaning, you turn back to the class, everyone in the room divided evenly into pairs. At the very back is none other than Eddie Munson. He’s leant back in the chair, his feet propped up on the desk, a smug grin on his lips. 

“Madame President, what an honor,” he teases as you slide into the seat next to him. He sits up at attention in his chair, mocking a salute. The silver skull ring on his middle finger glints under the stream of sunlight coming in through the adjacent window. His fingers, long and nimble, crash down onto the desk as he chuckles to himself, too proud of his own joke. 

You roll your eyes, sliding him a copy of the book Ms. O’Donnell had given you. “Trust me, I’m just about as delighted with this pairing as you are.” 

He scoffs, feigning hurt, and picks up the book. He pages through it haphazardly before setting it back down, all in the same second. His eyes move to you, his smile spreading. “Actually – Madame President – I am quite delighted with my partner. This is the last class I need to pass to get the fuck out of here and I have a feeling you’ll be able to get me that passing grade.”

“I’m not doing all of this by myself to float your ass to graduation so you can go jack off with your stupid club and sell drugs in the meantime.” You cross your arms harshly, shooting him an accusatory look. 

“You are a truly ruthless leader, Madame President.” 

“Enough with the nickname already, Munson. Or, if you’d prefer to stick with them, I have a few I could use for you.” 

He raises an eyebrow, challenging you. “Would ‘Oh, Mighty One’ be better?” 

You open your mouth to argue, but snap it shut. 

He didn’t know you and didn’t want to. You didn’t know him either, but you didn’t need to. It didn’t matter much either way, there was a project that needed to be done and you weren’t going to let a stoner like Eddie Munson tarnish your permanent record, not with graduation just a few weeks away. You could both graduate and move on with your lives, this project would be nothing but a small blip in the rearview mirror of life. 

“Let’s just get this over with. The sooner we start, the sooner we can be done. What are you doing after school?”

“Oh my god are you asking me out?” he gasps, his voice lifting an octave as he twirls a piece of hair between his fingers. 

“For the project,” you hiss. “We could meet in the library before my student council meeting.”

He laughs loudly, catching the attention of a few of the students around you. 

“I’ve got Hellfire Club.” He lifts his hand and puts up a finger, counting each thing off with his other hand as he talks. “Then a couple of drug deals – the usual, weed, Special K...you know how it is–” he looks up at you with a smirk, chuckling at your wide eyes. “And then after that, I’m working with the band. So, no, the library won’t work for me. But you can drop by after we’re done.”

The evening was cold and dark, fog rolling in over the small town. You thought you might hear the final moments of Eddie’s band rehearsal as you approached a light blue trailer near the end of the park, but they must’ve been long finished. You wondered if they were actually any good. You couldn’t actually imagine liking it, you weren’t a fan of metal music – more of a Cyndi Lauper fan, yourself – but you couldn’t curb your own curiosity. To your dismay, it was eerily quiet. Tugging your jacket a little close to your chest, you hope you’d stumble upon the Munson residence sooner rather than later. 

“Boo!” A voice shouts, echoing into the night. You jump, goosebumps crawling across your skin as you crash into the side of the trailer in front of you, your heart thumping loudly against your chest. “Woah, woah, sorry, I didn’t really mean to scare you.” Eddie Munson comes into view, his long hair wild and mussed, his eyebrow quirked. A haze of smoke pools around him, a cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers. He takes you in, his gaze moving down your body and back up to your face, assessing the situation. 

“You okay?” His smug smile fades, his brow knitting together in worry. He drops the cigarette and stamps it out, stepping closer to you.

“I think so.” You peel yourself from the side of the trailer, your heart still pounding, your breathing labored and ragged. “Ouch,” you mumble. A tinge of pain stings your head, where you’d smacked it in your moment of panic. You cough, batting away the smoke and reach up to rub the sore spot. 

“I thought you saw me, that was a shitty idea, my bad.” He steps forward, leaning over you to check out your head. He was so much taller than you thought, a good foot taller than you. As he hovers nearby, you breathe in the scent of him: cigarettes, sweat, and a musky cologne flooding your senses. “Come on in, I think I’ve got some ice for your head.” He yanks open the trailer door and steps through the frame, leaning back to help you in. 

You’d never been this close to him before nor seen him outside of school. You were always rushing around at school so you never really had an opportunity to study him. A pair of black jeans hang low on his hips, held up by a studded dark leather belt. Standing with his hand resting on top of the doorframe, a thin strip of his stomach is visible underneath his Hellfire Club t-shirt. Your eyes work their way up his long torso, taking note of the various tattoos scattered across his arms and collarbones. 

Before you know it you’re sitting on the edge of Eddie Munson’s bed, holding a bag of frozen peas to your head and watching him rush around you. He stashes a black metal lunchbox into his dresser and kicks a pile of clothes into the tiny closet, shutting the doors behind him. The room was small and stunk of cigarettes and weed. An ashtray sits on his bedside table, along with a small collection of silver jewelry, a couple of figurines of characters you didn’t recognize, and his copy of The Scarlet Letter – a bookmark fit snugly between the pages. Had he actually started reading it?

His voice draws you back to reality. “I know it’s a mess, sorry…but at least my uncle, uh, had the peas.” He finally stops cleaning and plops down onto his bed, leaving plenty of space between the two of you.

“It’s okay, really, thank you.” You lift the pack of peas from your head and set it down on his black duvet. “I think I’ve been healed.” 

“You sure? You’re not having any hallucinations, are you?” 

“Sitting in Eddie Munson’s bedroom, I feel like I might be. This is happening, right?” You nod in the direction of the book on his nightstand. “Like, did you actually read that?” 

“I skimmed the book.” He rolls his eyes, letting out a small laugh. “And I could say the same thing, I almost don’t believe our class president, the sweetheart of Hawkins High is in my bedroom right now.” 

“Sweetheart of Hawkins High is a bit of an overstatement.” 

“Only the most adored person ever would say that.” 

You shake your head. “No, people adore girls who are sweet and charming, like Chrissy Cunningham. Some kids respect me, because I make a lot of important decisions — like starting tater tot Tuesday — but for the most part they just tolerate me. They don't like me.” 

A beat of silence falls between you. 

“Well shit, Madame President.” 

You shoot him a glare and he laughs. Sighing, he scoots down to the edge of the bed where you sit, being careful to not get too close. Suddenly, you’re not sure if you would mind. 

“I get it, you’re looking at Hawkins’ resident freak. Though, they don’t really even tolerate me.”

“To be fair, you do come across as mean and scary.” 

His lip twitches as he thinks over your comment. “I do? Is it the tattoos or the hair?” 

You laugh. "I think it might be the satan shirt and the Dungeons and Dragons worship."

He glances down at his shirt and shrugs, snickering to himself.

“I hate to break it to you babe, but you come across the same way.” 

“Shit, I do? Is it my impressively high GPA or my amazing pep rallies?” 

“I actually think it’s the obnoxiously big ‘Class President’ patch on your denim jacket.” 

“Fuck, Munson, I was just starting to not hate you.” You blurt, watching him. He laughs, knocking his knee against yours. “Seriously, you’re not like I thought you’d be.”

You immediately regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth. Eddie didn’t need to know you thought about him, about who he might really be underneath the school facade. You’d never considered he might be different until tonight, until you noticed the way his face softened when he thought you might be hurt or scared. You didn’t think he really even cared what people at school thought about him, but like you, it was more bothersome than he let on.  

“I don’t hate you either, Oh Mighty One.” He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, “and I’ll admit, you’re better than I thought you’d be.” 

Within seconds your eyes reconnect with his. Brown eyes bore into yours, a smirk painted across his pink lips. Heat pulses through your body, rising in your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you hold up your book, smiling. “Then, let’s get to work.” 

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[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

One of Your Kind (CH. 2)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10

Word count: 2.5K

Summary: finally you’re making some friends and even learning English better, finally gaining more confidence and security in yourself.

Warnings: none really

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

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To say you wanted to make friends was an understandment. That day as you talked to Jenna for the first time, you couldn’t be happier. Finally you had found someone who was willing to talk to you and that wasn’t your boss. “It’s nice to finally talk to you, (Y/N)” the girl said, holding her hand out for you to take. “same” you said and shook her hand, smiling at the girl in front of you. She seemed very friendly and as you fixed the equipment on her she would try to make small talks to get to know you and Megan from afar couldn’t help but be happier that you were finally making friends. “So, you’re from Italy, right?” Jenna said, speaking ever so slowly to make you understand every word. “Yes” you said and she looked at you. “Must be nice…” you chuckled and shook your head “not during covid. I’m here for work because otherwise I can’t leave my country.” It took Jenna a while to understand what you were saying, because your sentence really didn’t make any sense.

“What?” Jenna asked, tilting her head in confusion, before a light bulb turned on in her head. “Wait- ooooh! You mean you only travelled because of work? Aside of work you can’t leave Italy. Is this it?” You nodded awkwardly and looked down, ashamed of yourself. “I’m sorry. My english is bad” you said again, avoiding to look at her. “Nooo it’s okay! You have time to learn. You could take English classes!” She said and this time a light bulb turned on in your head. You had never thought about taking english classes, and it was a valid option, you definitely could think of it, but on the other hand, you didn’t know anyone who gave English classes. “I can, but I don’t have time.” Jenna snorted “oh come on! I’m sure that if you talk to Megan she’ll give you some days off for the lessons!”

And that turned into reality, because from the following week you had two days off to have online English classes. It was extremely hard for you, the teacher unluckily didn’t know Italian (which you had hoped, so it would be easier, but nope) and even if he did know it, he wouldn’t have spoken it with you because you had to practice hearing and speaking English, and the right way to do so was definitely not to speak Italian. You also needed to learn some grammar, so you had to write and do exercises, almost as if you were back in school, not that you were good at English there either, but you tried. You tried and you had too make it, if you wanted to continue staying in America.

Filming had just been wrapped up for the day and you were in your trailer, trying to do some exercises, though making them wrong. You grunted at each mistake you made. It was summer, so you were sitting outside with your notebook in hand, lots of writing mistakes and everything as you tried, you really tried to understand what you were writing or what you had to write. All these verb forms, from present simple to present continuous. What in the world was even the difference? After the thousand time of making the exercises wrong, you got really angry. “Fanculo!” [fuck it] you yelled and threw the notebook away from you, it ended in a mud pit. “Bene, cos’altro deve succedere? Come se tutto questo non fosse abbastanza” [great, now what else has to happen? As if all this wasn’t enough] you yelled again, getting the attention of every other staff member who was walking around.

Between those staff, there were actors, too. And between them, was Jenna, the girl you only talked with once. As you went to pick your notebook up from the mud pit, she had assisted to your nervous break down and made her way over to you. “Hey, are you okay?” She asked and you looked at her, chuckling at yourself. “Do I look okay? I can’t do an exercise right” you said as you grabbed a tissue and tried wiping the mud off, you hadn’t even realized that for the first time since you started taking the lessons your english was good. Your pronunciation too and you surprisingly had an accent as well. Jenna noticed, but decided to say nothing about it. Looks like you had to get mad to speak good english. You sat back down on the stairs of your trailer, and Jenna sat down next to you. “What kind of exercises?” She asked, taking a peak at your notebook.

“Uhm- verb exercises. I have to write italian phrases in english using present simple or present continues or whatever that is. And I don’t know how to even use that.” You gave Jenna your notebook and she tried to take a look, through the mud. “Is that what they teach you?” She asked, she looked confused but you nodded “yeah. In Italian school they do the same” she nodded and handed you the notebook. “I think that grammar rules are stupid. Why don’t you try practicing with talking? You don’t necessarily have to know the rules… I think it’ll just come out naturally you know? You’ll get used to it. Try asking your teacher.” She smiled at you and you nodded as a reply. It was really good that you finally had a friend. “And you could start with talking with me about anything!” You immediately looked up at her with a hopeful look on your face and hopeful eyes.

“You want to do that for me?” You asked, this time having an accent as well. “Yes of course! Come on, what do you want to talk about?” Jenna was really eager to talk with you and improve your language. “Wait- right now? Don’t you want to go to bed?” You asked and looked at her, she shook her head and smiled. “I’ve had like three coffees, I don’t want to go to bed. So, what do you want your job to be?” She asked, and you swallowed, taking your sweet time “I uh- I’m go to be a movie director” you said, and Jenna smiled “ok so in this case, you want to use the -ing form because it’s something you haven’t done yet and that you want to do. Try again” you listened attentively and nodded “see I told you I suck at this.” You said and sighed “don’t give up! You can do it” she waited for you to speak. You sighed again. “I’m go…ing? I’m going to be a movie director” “yes! Yes that’s good! Come on let’s talk some more”

That’s how you spent the entire night talking to Jenna about anything at all, you realized that she was a very friendly girl, goofy and funny, never wasted an opportunity to make a joke and make you laugh. She was like this with everyone, she simply didn’t like seeing girls her age being all on their own, but somehow she felt a connection with you. The two of you hadn’t even realized that the sun was rising, until Jenna yawned. “Wait, what time is it?” You looked at the time and your eyes widened “you start filming in an hour” she looked at you “what?” Jenna exclaimed looking at her watch “crap, I need to go. I’m sorry!” She said as she ran away to the make up booth. You smiled and shook your head, going to Megan for today’s work.

You walked to the set and made your way over to Megan, yawning and rubbing your eyes. “Good morning. Up studying late?” She asked and you nodded. “Yes. I was try to…” then you remembered what Jenna told you the night before “I was trying to do some exercises but I always failed, and Jenna came along. She helped me with talking and she helped me use the verbs better. We didn’t realize when it got morning so here I am” at that, Megan passed you her coffee with a small smile, you took it and immediately chugged it down. “So you two are friends?” She asked, you nodded as you swallowed a sip of coffee. “That’s amazing! I knew you two would get along!” She said happily and you smiled again “yes. She’s very nice to be around” you said and went to work.

Today you had an important job. There was a scene where Vada and Mia, both high and drunk had to dance and sing and act goofy in a parking lot, and Megan let you decide how it had to be shot but you had to tell everyone, and act like an actual director. She told you to be bold if anyone acted up and didn’t want to listen to you. Obviously you talked with Megan about what worked and what not, and after deciding everything together you had to tell everyone how it worked. “Okay, this is how it is going to work. As Jenna and Maddie are following their script, you have to walk around them with the cameras, making it seem kind of messy.” Is that clear?” They nodded and got to it, however it was not coming out how you needed it “CUT! Jenna, Mia, amazing as always, but guys, That’s not what I asked you to do.” You turned to the cameramen “I asked you to make it messy. the cameras are steady, how is that messy?”

They looked at you and chuckled “if you’re not satisfied with what we do then why don’t you do it yourself?” one of them said, seeming proud of himself. “Because I’m a director” you said, causing him to chuckle more. “You’re not an actual director.” He said and crossed his arms, his whole crew chuckling with him. “You’re right, I’m not.” This only caused him to feel prouder- “yet. But now I am a director and I’m YOUR director. My job is to direct you and yours, as a cameraman, is to hold a camera and hold it as I tell you. So do that.” The chuckle left his and everyone else’s face and both Megan and Jenna looked at you as if to say ‘jeez, this girl has some balls.’ And just like the other times, when you got mad your “best English” came out. “Yes boss.” He said and you were the one to chuckle this time, with satisfaction. “Get back to work!” This time, the scene was shot perfectly and Megan gave you a high five at the end of it. “GIRL THAT WAS AWESOME BACK THERE!” She said happily and smiled, talking a bit too fast, but this time you didn’t notice. Having that way too long conversation with Jenna definitely also helped you understand better, too. “They were idiots… and I put them in their place like you told me”

The more you continued filming with Megan, the more you learned and the more you became friends with Jenna, and even Maddie, surprisingly enough. You didn’t like her in the beginning, you thought she didn’t want to talk to you because of the language and because you didn’t understand her but truthfully, she’s just really shy and Jenna had to intervene to make the two of you start talking, but now you had one more person to talk with and you could improve your english! The three of you still spent nights in your trailer just speaking and while doing so they also corrected what you said or even your pronunciation. “So like one of my difficulties is the letter “r”, how do you not roll it- like where do you put your tongue” you asked them, and they tried to explain, but they didn’t know how. “You like have to put the back of your tongue on the roof of your mouth” you tried, but you would make really weird sound and at some point they were both laughing and crying on the floor.

“Stop it!” You said laughing as well as you threw a pillow towards Jenna, you laughed so hard that your stomach started hurting. That night was probably the best one you had on set there and it was a core memory. At some point, even Megan joined those nights.

Eventually though, you wrapped up filming. Which meant that your experience as a director in America was over and you had to go back to Italy as the last scene was shot, a round of applause was given to Megan and to the actresses, as you gave Jenna a thumbs up while Megan started speaking “Thank you guys so much. This was my first ever movie as a director and I couldn’t ask for a better cast and better staff, you guys were all amazing” you, who still stood alone and aside, also applauded to her. “I would also like to thank (Y/N)… she’s just a student but she has talent. She can be a great director and who knows, maybe even an actress some day! I took the opposite route but it was still worth it. You did a really good job, I’m really proud of you” Megan said and came towards you, hugging you tightly. You did the same and thanked her, as best as you could.

“(Y/N), if you stay in America I can guarantee you an apartment in LA, where you can continue and finish your studies. You’re really talented and I see a huge future for you, are you willing to move here?” She asked, and of course you didn’t waste the opportunity. After having cleared set, you went to say your goodbyes. You still had to catch a plane, from Ohio to LA. You went to Jenna last, you wanted to say a proper goodbye to the girl who helped you struggle less here. She helped you learn the language and even though you still sucked at it, it was definitely better than wen you first came to America. “Jenna wait!” You ran after her, catching her before she could get in the car. “I just wanted to thank you, for everything” Jenna smiled at you as she pulled her hair up in a messy bun. She was wearing comfortably for the plane.

“You’re the first friend I made here, and you helped me struggle less with the language. I mean I still suck, but it’s better, right?” You giggled nervously. “Oh shut up! You’re the best friend I ever made on set! And your english has definitely improved. I can’t wait to see you become successful for your movies. I have to go now though. You’ll text me?” You nodded and hugged her again. “Yep, I’ll text you. Safe travel!” You smiled and watched her get in the car. Just as she left you remembered…

“Shit, I never asked her for her number.”

A/N: well that’s bad for our reader- I mean things couldn’t be so easy right? We gotta keep the slow burn >>>>

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The Professor | Chapter 8

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synopsis: You and Jake fall back into your same old routine. Midterm exams have you all on edge and Derek decides to take his threats to the next level.

word count: 5.2k

warnings: age gap, power imbalance, blackmail, slut shaming, SMUT, unprotected sex, spanking, slapping, sex in a public space, dom/sub dynamic, stalking, unsolicited pictures being taken.

Jake was never really a “morning person.” Yes, he did have to get up early for sports practices or to get a start on cleaning as a kid living at home. But the older he got, the more he valued his sleep. When he planned his teaching schedule for the year, he almost always booked the lecture halls that had afternoon slots open. But he wasn’t complaining this morning as he looked up at you perched on his lap, his cock buried deep within you. Your whines filled the air as you rode him, bringing yourself closer to your orgasm. 

“Fuck, Jake,” You threw your head back. Jake’s green eyes took in the sight of your perfect body, running a path down your throat to your chest to your naval. He could see the bulge of his length nudging at your stomach. 

“You’re so hot,” He reached his hand up to grab your breast, but you smacked his hand away, “Come on. Let me touch.” 

“No, don’t tell me what to do.” You said and put your hands on his chest. You could see it in his eyes as he looked at you. Like a kid on Christmas, his green eyes lit up, “I know what you want.” 

“Then do it,” Jake groaned out, his hands going to your hips. You smirked as you drew your hand back and smacked him across the face. He bit back a moan at the pain, “Again.” You obliged, striking him, “Come on, harder.” Once again, your hand smacked across his cheek, and Jake let out a moan as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over. He grabbed your leg and put it over his shoulder, driving his hips deep inside you. 

“Oh my god!” A scream of pleasure ripped through your throat as you came around him. Jake’s hips never slowed as he fucked himself to his orgasm, coating your walls. His moans when he came were probably the best sounds you had ever heard in your life. Jake collapsed down on the bed next to you, his chest covered in a layer of sweat. 

“Shit, that was good,” Jake said, and wiped the sweat from his eyes. He looked over at his alarm clock and rolled his eyes. He pushed himself up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, the thin white sheet covering your chest. 

“What are you doing?” You called out. The answer was in the sound of the shower turning on, and Jake’s naked form walking back to the doorway. One thing you had learned about Jake from over the past couple weeks, is that he had no shame. The man would walk around his house naked all the time if he didn’t have so many windows. He knew he was handsome, and he liked to flaunt it. 

“Showering, come join,” He said to you, “Unless you want to take the chance of being late to class. You have some clothes here from the other night. I washed them for you.” 

“Okay,” You bit your lip and climbed out of bed, walking towards the bathroom. Jake smiled as he wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you into him. You giggled, and placed a hand on his chest as he leaned down and kissed you. 

“Go test the water, you women like to scorch your skin for some reason,” You nodded and turned towards the shoulder. Jake smacked your ass as you walked away. You turned around with a surprised expression and he just winked at you, shamelessly looking over your body. 

The shower was actually pleasant. Jake’s shower was nearly the size of your whole bedroom, and had enough room that you didn’t have to fight him to stand under the water. Besides, he let you have the most time under it anyway. He washed your hair for you, the whole time talking about the latest draft of your essay that you had been working on. When Jake wanted to, he could actually give good feedback, something actually more useful than his usual “drop date is soon” comment. 

“Would Doctor Hoffman be looking for more of an informal paper on theoretical ideas based on conclusions I have drafted up from the reading, or more formal papers based on research theories?” You asked as you dried your hair with a towel. 

“It all depends on what was assigned,” Jake said, trying to fix his tie, “If it was something like . . . why is Romeo the real problem in the story and not Juliet, then she would probably expect informal. But if you are diving into why Hamlet has PTSD, then she will want formal. . . Fuck!” He looked frustrated at his tie in the mirror. 

“Here,” You said and walked over to him. He stood back from the mirror and faced you as you grabbed the sides of his tie, “Have you gotten a chance to look at Derek McAndrew’s first draft?” 

“I can’t recall,” Jake asked, his eyebrows creasing in confusion, “Why?” 

“Just wondering,” You mumbled, “There ya go.” You smoothed down the navy blue tie he was wearing. He chose a tan three piece suit today and paired it with his brown dress shoes. 

“I hope this is not you asking for a special favor for a friend. Because I am not-” 

“No!” You answered quickly. Even though it kind of was. Derek hadn’t let you forget what he knew about you and Jake. He texted nearly every day asking if you had talked to Jake about his grades yet, “I was just wondering. Ya know, he’s a child of a single-mother. He worked three jobs in high school to save up to be able to go to the local community college in his hometown, but he ended up getting a flawless ACT score and a full-” 

“You are trying to get me to give your friend a special favor!” 

“No I’m not!” You sighed and ran a hand down your face, “It’s just. . . he’s trying. We all are. Maybe you could be a little more. . . lenient when grading. Not just mine or Derek’s but the whole class. Shakespeare is hard to understand.” 

“Mhm,” Jake nodded, “I’ll think about it. Now come on, we’re going to be late. Midterm exam today.” 

You nodded and grabbed your backpack. Jake walked you to your car and kissed you goodbye. You had been spending most of your nights at Jake’s since the night he asked you to stay. Lucy had even asked if you had moved in with him from the lack of time you were spending at your own home. It was just easier to crash at Jake’s after spending late nights going over first year assignments, reading old papers from past students for your own assignments, and getting distracted by his wandering hands. Jake didn’t seem to mind it either. He was actually happy to have someone in the house. He gets lonely in the big house sometimes. 

Lucy and Derek were already in their seats when you walked in. Lucy gave you a smirk as you sat down, and handed you a coffee. Derek, on the other hand, gave you a death glare. You had hardly talked to him since that night at the library, ignoring most, if not all, his advances to talk to you. Lucy and Zeke didn’t know what happened either, just summing it up to your relationship with Profession Seresin. 

“Hey,” Derek said, tapping you on the shoulder, “Have you talked to him about my first draft?” 

“No, I haven’t had a chance,” You said. 

“Well, maybe if you pulled his cock out of your mouth, you would,” Derek sneered. 

“It’s midterms, you fuckrag,” You spat and turned back towards Lucy, who had a questioning look on her face. You shook your head as the door to the lecture hall opened. Jake walked in and the hall settled down. His green eyes took in the sight of the students, then zeroed in on you. He could tell something was wrong by your body language, and also gave you a questioning look. Lucy seemed to pick up on it as she nudged you. 

“He’s whipped,” She mouthed and let out a giggle as you fake gagged in response. You looked back up at Jake who, for once, had a smile on his face in the lecture hall. 

“Alright, as many of you know. . . today is your midterm exam. The TAs are passing out the exams. You have an hour. Take your time, or don’t. . . probably won’t make a difference for some of you,” Jake said, “You may begin once you have the exam,”  Jake then looked at you, and whispered, “Good Luck.” 

Your brain was fried as you sat in your living room. Lucy had invited Zeke and Derek over for a midterm celebration night as you waited for test results to come back. The rest of your midterms were surprisingly easy, which was probably due to you actually doing well in those classes. You still were at a D+ in Jake’s class, this midterm grade was going to determine if you were going to retake the class next semester. You felt good about it as you walked out of the lecture hall. Lucy probably felt the best about it as she quite literally skipped out of the room. 

“Are they up yet?” Zeke asked, walking into the living room. He was the only one who was not an English major, choosing to study astrophysics. He actually worked with Jake’s friend, Professor Bob Floyd. Which you had only found out about because Jake apparently went over to Bob’s lab after the two of you got into a fight in his office. 

“Not yet, thanks,” Lucy said, taking the wine glass from Zeke’s hand, “I’m surprised you’re here,” She said to you. 

“Why wouldn’t I be? I live here,” You replied. 

“Thought you would be at your lover’s house. . . or one of them would be here,” Lucy joked. 

“Another one?” Derek quipped and you glared at him. He quickly shut up and went back to refreshing his laptop. 

“It’s not like- THEY’RE UP!” You shouted as you saw the notification for the score. Silence fell over the room as the three of you quickly pulled up your exams. Zeke gripped Lucy’s thigh as she searched her grades. 

“Fuck yeah! C plus!” Lucy cheered. 

“Babe, that’s not great?” Zeke asked, confused. 

“It is when you have Professor Seresin as a teacher,” Lucy smiled and kissed her boyfriend, “Y/N?” 

You bit your lip and looked over at her, “B minus. . . “ 

“Hey! Look at that!” Lucy hugged you tightly. 

“Atta girl,” Zeke gave you a high five. 

You smiled at your laptop, the grade shining brightly as if it were a new trophy. It finally felt like all the hours you had spent studying, and reviewing and going to meet with writing counselors were starting to pay off. You closed your laptop and set it on the coffee table, and picked up your wine glass. 

“What about you, Derek?” Zeke asked his friend. The brunette looked up at Zeke, his gaze was hard. 

“A fucking D minus,” Derek sneered. You gulped as Derek looked at you, “I got a fucking D minus, thanks to your fucking boyfriend.” 

“Hey,” Zeke called out, “She has nothing to do with it.” 

“Oh I know you’re not that fucking stupid,” Derek rolled his eyes, “You think she got that fucking B minus on her own! She’s sucking his cock! Of course she’s going to get good grades.” 

“That’s not why!” You exclaimed standing up from the couch, “I got a good grade because I worked my ass off-” 

“More like 'cause he was buried in your ass.” 

“Alright, get the fuck out,” Zeke stood up from the couch and walked over to the chair that Derek was sitting in. Derek mumbled something under his breath, slamming his laptop closed and stuffing it in his bag. You clenched your jaw as Zeke slammed the door shut behind Derek. 

“What a fucking tool,” Lucy said, sipping her wine. 

“I’m sorry,” You apologized. 

“For what?” Lucy asked, “He’s just jealous he’s not getting fucking laid. And who gives a fuck if Jake enhances your grade a little bit. Fuck, I’d do it too if I could.” 

“Hey!” Zeke exclaimed. 

“I said if I could, baby, I’d never cheat on you,” Lucy said and Zeke smiled, sitting down on the couch and wrapping his arms around her. He gave her a slobbery kiss on the cheek and Lucy fake gagged, “But seriously, don’t sweat him. He’s just jealous.” You nodded as your phone started dinged, the contact name flashing across the screen, “Looks like someone wants to do some celebrating. . .” 

You rolled your eyes and picked up your phone. You felt a shiver go through your body, heat pooling between your legs at the sight of the emojis and a question mark. You looked up at Lucy and smirked. She squealed and jumped off the couch, grabbing Zeke’s hand. 

“Where are we going?” Zeke asked. 

“Out, so she can get dick,” Lucy said, grabbing her sweater and keys, “Have fun! Be safe! There’s condoms in the cookie jar!” 

You laughed and shook your head as Lucy pushed Zeke out the door quickly. You texted him back and invited him over. You then took in the sight of your college girl home, and started to panic. It wasn’t that you and Lucy didn’t clean, it was that it wasn’t your top priority all the time. Quickly, you started grabbing the plates and bottles on the coffee table, stuffing them in the trash. Next you grabbed the rolling tray that sat on the mantle next to the bong, and hid them in the cabinets. You somewhat organized the laundry room, putting the dirty laundry in the hamper and making the pile of clean clothes on top of the dryer somewhat nicer. Your room was surprisingly somewhat tidy, you tossed away the red bull cans and McDonalds bags. 

Just as you lit a candle, the doorbell rang. Bradley stood on your doorstep with a panty-dropping smile and a bottle of wine. You opened the door wider and let him in. He shrugged his jacket off and looked around the small living room.

“It’s not as fantastic as yours but-” 

“It’s a home,” Bradley said, and turned to you, “I like it.” You smiled and took a step towards him, closing the gap. You grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him. His hands went to your hips, pulling you in close. Your tongue licked his bottom lip, and he parted his lips for you to slide your tongue in his mouth. One of his hands trailed down to your ass, giving it a squeeze, followed by a slap. 

You moaned and pulled back from him slightly, “How was your day?” 

“It was good,” Bradley said, still holding you in his arms, “Better now that I’m here. Did you get your grades back?” You nodded, “Aaaannnndddd. . .” 

“We stay afloat until finals,” You smiled and Bradley let out a cheer, twirling you around in a circle. You giggled as he set you back down on the ground. 

“My smart, beautiful girl,” He kissed your cheek, “Kicking ass and taking names. That Berkeley program is gonna have to accept you now.” 

“Oh hush,” You playfully rolled your eyes, “Now, let’s crack this open.” 

You weren’t exactly sure what you were doing with Bradley, but it was fun. You knew that you liked him. He was goofy, and kind, and out of this world handsome. He was also super smart but not in a way that most guys at Boston College were. Bradley didn’t flaunt his achievements and his academic intelligence. He didn’t need to, he could bring a girl to her knees with just one look. 

Jake was somewhat privy to the extent of your relationship with Bradley. He hated it, but there was really nothing he could do. So, Jake decided to just roll with it. After talking with Bob, Jake had to realize where he stood in your life. He decided that he was going to be there for you as a friend, as a confidant when you needed it. The two of you still fucked on occasion, but Jake decided to let you come to him, for you to call the shots. 

The only person who didn’t know about you and Jake, was Bradley. You weren’t sure if it necessarily counted as cheating since you weren’t in a relationship with either guy, but it still didn’t make you feel great. Bradley opened the bottle of wine and poured you a glass. The two of you then sat on the couch, finding a movie to put on. It felt nice to lay in Bradley’s embrace. He was a bit bigger than Jake was, probably just as strong, but his muscles weren’t as defined. Bradley’s body had softer lines to it, his hugs were just a bit warmer than Jake’s were. 

Even though you were currently laying on top of Bradley, his hand gently caressing the back of your head and playing with your hair, you couldn’t help but think what Jake could be doing. It wasn’t that late, and he didn’t go to bed until nearly 10:30 every night, sometimes even later if you were there. You wondered if maybe he had someone else who he invited over. Someone else he cuddled up with at night. You knew it was wrong to think that and feel the jealousy rising in your body. For fucks sake, your whole body was laying on another man. In some fucked up way, it was only fair for Jake to be in the same position with someone else. You shook your head as you sat up a bit on Bradley. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, a hand going to your face to push the hair back. 

“Nothing,” You said and leaned down, placing a kiss on his lips, “I just want you. . . really, really, bad.” Your voice was a whisper as it hit his lips. Bradley smirked, his hands coming to rest on your hips. You could feel himself stir in his pants and you subconsciously wiggled your hips against him. 

“You sure? We don’t have to do anything. I’m okay with just cuddling,” Bradley smiled. God, why did he have to do this. Why did he have to be so perfect while you were so fucked up. The two of you were yet to have sex, you got close several times. Intense makeout sessions on the couch, hands gripping and grabbing anything they could, lips clashing together. But you had never gone that full step. You guessed it was out of respect for Jake. 

“Please, fuck me, Bradley,” You whined, leaning your head against his chest, nuzzling into his neck. Bradley moaned as you kissed the faint scar on his neck. Bradley’s arms wrapped around you tightly, as he stood up from the couch. 

“Come on, I wanna fuck you right,” He said and walked down the hall towards your room. 

Jake felt guilty as he pulled his sweatpants up his legs. He looked over his shoulder seeing Natasha fasten her bra back on her body. The tension in the air was now mixed with the sweet smell of sex. Natasha was in town for some tech conference, and hit up Jake as soon as her plane landed. She usually stayed with him, his house being the biggest and having a guest room. Bradley lived in a loft with a dog, and Bob was married. 

“The room down the hall?” Nastsha asked. 

“Yeah, towels in the hall closet, should have some though,” Jake slipped a sweatshirt over his head, and then began to strip the bed sheets. 

“Whoa, slow down,” Natasha laughed as Jake looked up at her with wide eyes, “Are you okay? Look, I hate to be that person, but you seem. . . off.” 

“Are you saying you aren’t satisfied?” 

“I am, it’s just-” 

“You’re satisfied, I’m satisfied. I want clean sheets on my bed,” Jake said, and bundled up the sheets in his arms. Natasha blinked as he walked out of the room and down to the laundry room. 

“Does this have to do with that girl that Bob told me about?” Natasha asked, hot on Jake’s heels. 

Jake slammed the washer door shut and sighed. He hated that you had this much of an effect on him. He knew that Rooster was over at your place, he had sent a snap of a bottle of wine that he had bought to celebrate the end of your midterms. You also hadn’t texted Jake back in nearly three hours, so that also told him that you were busy with Rooster. 

“So it does have to do with her. . .” 

“It’s not like that,” Jake turned and crossed his arms over his chest, “We aren’t dating. Just fucking. . . but she seems to be dating Rooster at the same time? I-I don’t know.” 

Natasha looked at her friend, and for what seemed like the first time ever, he seemed lost. Jake Seresin was always sure of himself. He was sure that he was going to study English, that he was going to marry Allison, and that he was going to buy himself a 1960 mustang gt. But right now, Jake wasn’t sure what he was doing with his life other than that he was teaching English and totally head over heels for his student. 

“You love her?” 

“Yes,” Jake answered quickly, “I fell in love the first day she walked into my class. It’s just. . . she’s young, and hasn’t explored the world. She needs someone like Bradley who can leave at a moment's notice and jet off to Italy or Greece or wherever the hell she wants to go. I can’t do that. I can’t give her the things she needs.” Jake sighed and shrugged his shoulders, “It’s better this way.” 

“For who, Jake? You or her?” 

Jake didn’t answer as he left the laundry room and walked back towards his room. Natasha closed her eyes as she heard the door shut, and then went down to her own guest room. She was staying with Jake for the week, while attending the conference on Boston’s campus. 

Jake laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, very aware of the ticking hours going by. He wondered if you had trouble sleeping when you weren’t here like he did. His bed had started to feel too big and lonely without your body laying next to him. He sighed, and reached for his phone, going to his photo library. His green eyes strained as he looked through the pictures, most of them being ones he saved from his sisters of his nieces and nephews. But the one he was looking for was one of you curled up on the couch in his office. You had a migraine that day and asked if you could go take a nap between your classes in his office. Jake was slightly taken aback when he walked in and saw you curled up on one of the seats of the couch, buried under the large sweatshirt (that was his) and baggy sweatpants (that were also his), but he couldn’t help but snap a picture. He smiled to himself, then locked his phone and laid back down. 

“Are you even listening to me?” 

The answer was no, Jake was not listening to a single thing you had said since you walked into his office. He was distracted by the open buttons of your blouse and the short plaid skirt you were wearing. The knee socks that fell loosely on your legs weren’t helping either. Jake looked up from your legs to your face and smiled sheepishly. 

“No, repeat that please,” Jake said, and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. 

“I said,” You started, exaggerating your words, “I think you should hold a writing workshop for the first years, as some of them seem to be struggling with the first drafts of the assignment. Hell, it might even be beneficial for the fourth years too.” 

“And why would I do that?” 

“Because you’re a nice guy who doesn’t like to see his students suffer,” You batted your eyelashes and Jake let out a laugh, “Okay, fine, because it would really boost your rating on rate my teacher.” 

“Rate my teacher?” 

“Yeah, you didn’t know that was a thing?” Jake shook his head and you pulled out your phone, finding the app. You handed it to Jake, the page that was up was his profile, “Students can rate their teachers, professors and TAs. It’s actually quite helpful with-” 

“A two star rating!?” Jake exclaimed, “The hell does that mean?” 

“That means you’re a dick,” You said and Jake glared at you, “If it makes you feel better, I rate your dick a good 5 out of 5 stars.” 

“Flattering,” Jake rolled his eyes, “What’s Bob rating?” You bit your lip as Jake looked up his friends rating, “FIVE FUCKING STARS?!” 

“He’s a really nice guy.” 

“He’s a nerd. He’s literally like the leader of the nerd clan.” 

“In yet, he has a wife and you don’t.” 

Jake snapped his head up, and if looks could kill. You looked down at your shoes, listening as Jake put your phone on his desk, and stood up from his chair. You felt like prey facing the predator as Jake slowly walked towards you. You looked up, taking in the sight of the blue suit he decided to wear today. You determined that blue was definitely his color. With one finger under your jaw, he lifted your head up to look at him.

“What was that?” He asked you slowly. You gulped, “Don’t be shy on me now, little one. What did you say to me?” 

“I said Bob was nice and that’s why he had a wife and you. . .uh, don’t.” 

“You hurt me, baby,” Jake wasn’t hurt at all, the bulge in his pants said otherwise, “Hands on the desk, spread your legs,” 

You nodded, and walked over to his desk, doing what he said. Jake stayed behind you, looking your body over before he walked over to you. You sucked in a breath as you felt his hand glide up your legs, and felt the heat pool straight to your core. Jake was expecting to be met with the thin barrier of clothing between your legs, but was shocked to find that you were totally bare. 

“Where are your panties?” 

“Took them off,” You looked over your shoulder. 

“When?” 

“Before class.” 

“So you sat next to that stupid frat boy that’s been eye fucking you since day one, without underwear on, dripping wet?” You nodded and Jake chuckled, “You are really in for it now. How many do you think, sweetheart? Twenty?” 

“Twenty-five.” 

“And the little one wants to be brave today,” Jake said, “What’s your safeword?” 

“Swordfish,” You said. 

“Color?” 

“Green.” 

“Perfect,” Jake said, and flipped the back of your skirt up, exposing your ass to him. He groaned as he grabbed the supple flesh. You shivered as he placed a kiss on your cheek, before striking the skin. 

“Fuck! One,” 

“Shut up,” Jake struck you again, “Can’t have the whole floor knowing you’re a slut. . . actually, you might like that.” Another slap was delivered to your skin. 

“Three!” 

By the time Jake had gotten to number 15, you had tears running down your face. His spanks had gotten lighter, seeing the skin of your ass starting to break open. You had also been edged the whole time, your cunt was dripping down your legs as your clit was begging to be touched. 

“Twenty-five!” You screamed as Jake spanked you for the last time. 

“My good girl,” Jake praised, and placed another kiss on your skin. You sobbed out in pain, “What’s wrong?” 

“Touch me,” You cried, “Please, please, touch me.” 

“Where? Tell daddy where to touch you?” 

“My cunt, please. I need you to touch my cunt. Fuck me, finger me, just do something,” Your mind was now focused on the way your pussy was aching for Jake. Jake ran a finger between your soaked folds, teasing your opening with his finger. You moaned, dropping your head forward onto the desk, and pushed your hips back towards him. 

“Desperate fucking slut,” Jake smirked, and pulled his cock out of his pants. He rubbed the head through your folds before pushing into your opening. The moan you let out was sinful at finally being penetrated. You jumped at the feeling of Jake’s hips being flushed with your bruised ass. He waited a moment, before grabbing one of your arms and pinned it behind you, and started fucking you. 

“Oh god,” You whimpered. You squeezed the hand behind your back into a fist, signaling for Jake to grab it. He grunted and intertwined your fingers, but still had your arm pinned. The sounds of flesh slapping filled the room. 

“Shit, I’m not gonna last,” Jake said, and you looked over your shoulder. 

“Cum in me,” You said. Jake nodded and closed his eyes tight as he felt his orgasm build in his stomach.  The rubber band snapped and Jake was spilling into you. The feeling of his cum painting your walls was enough to make you spill over into your own orgasm. Your breaths were both ragged as Jake still his hips. He wiped his brow and looked around for what he could use to clean up his cum. 

“You’re gonna have cum dripping down your leg,” Jake said, “I’m going soft.” 

“I guess I’ll run to the bathroom.” 

“Okay, yeah, I’m slipping out.” You scrunch your nose as Jake pulls out of you. You hardly waited for him to say anything as you fixed your skirt and ran for the door. To your luck, there was a bathroom right outside the door. 

“Oh!” You exclaimed as you hit a body as you opened the door, “Fuck, Derek.” 

“You just fucked him, didn’t you?” Derek asked. You didn’t say anything as you moved around him, quickly running to the bathroom and praying there was no cum falling down your legs. 

You locked the door behind you, and frantically grabbed paper towels to clean up the mess between your legs. When you finished cleaning yourself up, you washed your hands and went back to Jake’s office. He was sitting back behind is desk as if he didn’t fuck have you bent over it. He gave you a look as you walked back to your desk. 

“That phone of yours has been going off nonstop,” Jake said. You rolled your eyes, he hated your phone. You were expecting to see a message from Bradley, but what you had on your screen made your heart stop. You let out a gasp that caught Jake’s attention, “What?” All you could was look at him as tears filled your eyes. Jake felt his heart pounding as he got up from his desk and quickly moved to you. He grabbed the phone from you, and looked at the message. 

‘If you didn’t believe me, here’s proof. Don’t mess with me.” 

“Y/N, I-“ Jake didn’t even know what to say. He wasn’t sure what was worse, the pictures of you leaving his house, the pictures of Bradley leaving your house, or the video that clearly was taken outside of his office. Either way, Jake was disgusted. He put his hand on your shoulder, but you brushed it off, spinning in your chair and throwing up in the trash can from under your desk.

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[sulatni-flerida11]

[1 Notification]

it's all so incredibly loud | next part

Etho | 4:18 PM

hey cleo ! could you meet me at the rooftop of our apartment later?

Seen 4:22 PM

Cleo | 4:23 PM

uhm… why?

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Etho | 4:23 PM

c’mmon, indulge in me a little bit?

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Cleo | 4:24 PM

i already do that by being your roommate

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Etho | 4:26 PM

i’ll bring your favorite from the coffee shop?

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Cleo | 4:27 PM

promise?

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Etho | 4:28 PM

deal

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Cleo | 4:28 PM

<3

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Cleo | 4:28 PM

this is why you’re my favorite

Seen 4:29 PM

Etho | 4:29 PM

yeah sure

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Etho | 4:30 PM

meet me at 6 after classes?

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Cleo | 4:30 PM

sounds alright

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Etho | 5:47 PM

hey

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Etho | 5:47 PM

so i uh.. went ahead

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Etho | 5:48 PM

[picture attached]

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Etho | 5:48 PM

feel free to come up here once you’re home :)

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Etho | 6:26 PM

cleo?

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Etho | 6:26 PM

wow, i buy your favorite and now ignore me :(

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Etho | 6:28 PM

kidding!

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Etho | 7:33 PM

uhm.. cleo?

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Etho | 7:36 PM

i hope you’re doing alright

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Etho | 7:36 PM

i can pick you up if you’d like?

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Etho | 8:12 PM

cleo i went back to the apartment now because grian didn’t bring his key

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Etho | 8:12 PM

i’ll probably just wait here too.. bit chilly up there, haha

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Etho | 8:29 PM

cleo

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Etho | 8:29 PM

yoru stuff isgone ?

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Etho | 8:29 PM

like

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Etho | 8:30 PM

your room is epmtyo f youe stuff

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Etho | 8:30 PM

i juts messaged bdubs adn grian just callde lizzie

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Etho | 8:30 PM

they both havent seeny ou after class

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Etho | 8:30 PM

thry said you eevn rushed out of art class a whlie ago

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Etho | 8:30 PM

and joek and scara re nowhere to be foudn too

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Etho | 8:30 PM

and joel stoppef repyling tol izzie

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Etho | 8:30 PM

giran and i aer worried

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Etho | 8:31 PM

pelase reply wehn you can

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Etho | 11:07 PM

grian and i just came from the receptionist

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Etho | 11:07 PM

said you got a call from your family about your parents

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Etho | 11:08 PM

we don’t know what’s going on, but whatever it is, i hope you know grian and i are here for you

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Etho | 11:08 PM

and scar and joel of course

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Etho | 11:11 PM

i really wish you guys are alright

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Etho | 11:11 PM

and that whatever you guys are going through right now will pass

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Etho | 11:11 PM

you three are some of the strongest people i’ve ever met

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Etho | 11:11 PM

especially you

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Cleo | 2:27 AM

hi

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Cleo | 2:28 AM

please don’t take any of this personally

Seen 8:28 AM

Cleo | 2:28 AM

i’m so sorry i couldn’t say more

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Cleo | 2:28 AM

or anything properly to you directly

Seen 8:28 AM

Cleo | 2:28 AM

but i will say

Seen 8:28 AM

Cleo | 2:29 AM

you’ve always been my favorite

Seen 8:28 AM

Cleo | 2:29 AM

and you’ve always had this way of making me feel loved

Seen 8:28 AM

Cleo | 2:29 AM

even though i don’t deserve it

Seen 8:28 AM

Cleo | 2:29 AM

please don’t burn the apartment down now i’m gone

Seen 8:28 AM

Cleo | 2:28 AM

This number has blocked you.

Seen 8:28 AM

Cleo | 3:49 AM

This number has unblocked you.

Seen 8:28 AM

Cleo | 3:49 AM

i just realized that there’s a really big chance we’ll never see each other again

Seen 8:28 AM

Cleo | 3:49 AM

so i

Seen 8:28 AM

Cleo | 3:51 AM

god this is harder than i thought

Seen 8:28 AM

Cleo | 4:07 AM

i love you

Seen 8:28 AM

Cleo | 4:07 AM

This number has blocked you.

Seen 8:28 AM

Etho | 8:30 AM

that’s what i was supposed to tell you last night

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Etho | 8:30 AM

why didn’t i tell you sooner

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Etho | 8:30 AM

we won’t burn the apartment down

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Etho | 8:31 AM

and you deserve all the love in the world

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Etho | 8:31 AM

and you’ve also always been my favorite

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Etho | 8:32 AM

i love you too

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Etho | 8:32 AM

yall better come back to us

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Etho | 8:36 AM

please

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Etho | 4:27 PM

cleo

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Etho | 4:28 PM

our math prof a while ago said you, scar, and joel dropped out?

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(also this AU is being held up by Glass Animal songs, specifically their album "How to Be A Human Being")

go to the au's next part

A/N: this snippet of cleo and etho is just a part of the big picture as this is just to set up the AU. it will touch on their... relationship (?), but it isn't the focus. the next part i'll write will depend on the poll's answers 👍

feel free to ask qs :]

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[missuga]

8:08 p.m — Katsuki Bakugo

+ college au, second date, no warnings :) | 1k

It’s cold, you thought as shoved your hands further into your pockets, the thin hoodie doing the least to offer you any bit of warmth.

It was too far of a drive back to your apartment to grab anything warmer now, and you just so happened to clean out your car completely in a random fit of mania last week.

That was just your luck, it seemed like the whole day so far was rooting against you.

The soft lights of the restaurant spilling onto the sidewalk coming into view lifted your spirits a bit though, hoping that now you’d be able to relax despite the lingering pinch in the back of your neck at the thought of this being your second date.

You cursed to yourself silently once you saw Bakugo leaning against the restaurant, you’d shown up a bit earlier than you usually would so you’d be able to get your bearings. 

The first date had gone really good. A lot better than you’d ever thought it’d go, you saw a side of Bakugo you never thought you’d see just by being classmates with him.

“Hey.” His tone was breathy, as if you caught him by surprise, eyes lighting up with more than the reflection of the lights when he noticed you. You couldn’t help but notice the way his expression softened as well.

“Hi.” You started, trying your hardest to not look too long at him, despite the fact he looked even better than the last time you saw him. “I’m not late right?”

“No, don’t worry.” He all but interrupted you, shaking his head quickly, “I got out of my last class early because of an exam so I just came straight here.”

You weren’t sure why you felt your heart speed up at that, but it made it a bit harder for you to form solid thoughts. You hadn’t even felt this nervous on your first date, though it had been a pretty casual meet-up for coffee.

“Oh yeah, I remember you telling me about that. How do you think it went?”

“Oh I definitely got the best score,” Bakugo answered and you smiled at the confidence drifting into his tone. With the few classes you had with him in the past you knew how he got with academics, this was nothing new. “I think the professor knew it too, he just shook his head when I turned my exam in first.”

“I forgot you’re a teacher’s pet,” You teased, your chest warming even more when he rolled his eyes at your remark. “You cannot tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not..” He mumbled after a short moment, it was interesting just how fast his stubbornness broke when he was with you, normally he’d fight against it no matter who it was. “Want to go in?”

“Hmm, changing the subject I see.” You laughed, nudging your elbow into his arm and you didn’t realize just how close he’d gotten to you. “But yes, it’s freezing out here.”

“You were cold in class this morning,” Bakugo mused turning to look at you as you both walked towards the entrance. “You didn’t think to grab something warm?”

“I was busy, I haven’t gone home yet!”

“Hmm,” He paused to answer the hostess as you went into the restaurant before turning back to you, shrugging off his jacket as he did. “Here.”

It took you a second to process what he was doing, not expecting anything like this from him of all people.

“I didn’t know you were a cheesy romantic.” You teased again, fighting the urge to laugh at the slight bit of red creeping across his cheeks at that, he was so cute.

“Just take it before I regret offering it to you.”

You could tell he was trying hard to keep up his normal attitude, you could see through it though.

“Thanks, Katsuki.” You said once you pulled the warm jacket on, noticing the soft lingering scent of his cologne on it.

“You’re welcome.” He said, not really looking at you as the two of you sat down at one of the high tops. His usual snarky excuse was missing now. 

“I’m really glad we could go out again so soon,” You honestly weren’t sure how he was feeling after your first date last week, despite him texting you quickly after you parted. 

“I am too, I was pretty nervous today actually.” 

“You were nervous?” You stared at him for a second, trying to see if that’s what he really said. “Tell me you’re joking.” 

“I’m not.”

For the first time this night, his toned seemed serious, and his eyes dropped to the table. 

“I wasn’t sure what you were thinking.” 

“Well,” You started, leaning onto the table smiling once he met your gaze once more after you paused. “You could’ve asked me before. But, I’m thinking that your jacket smells really good.” 

Bakugo stared at you for a long moment, like he wasn’t sure of what to say. 

“You know, forget I said anything.” He said, picking up one of the menus to look at it. “You’re so weird, you know that?”

“You’re the one that asked me out,” You laughed, picking up your menu as well. “Don’t tell me you’re regretting that now.”

“Not at all,” He met your gaze once more, smiling softly as he did. “I’m kicking myself that I didn’t ask earlier.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Yes, now figure out what you want.” He nodded towards your menu, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him, it was like he knew you better than you did yourself already. 

“Fine, but you’re telling me what you meant by that after we order.” You huffed and looked at the menu, still distracted at Bakugo’s words floating around your head. “Will you let me pay this time?”

“Absolutely not.” He answered quickly, almost glaring at you. “I asked you out, the least I could do is pay for your meal, even if you don’t enjoy your time.” 

“Oh, I think I’ll enjoy myself.” You smiled again, not fighting against his reasoning anymore. “I’m still not letting you off the hook, I want to know how long you’ve liked me for.” 

“I knew I shouldn’t have brought that up.” He sighed despite amused smile adorning his lips at your words. 

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[obvious-captain-rogers]

It seems like @human-that-exists sent me this prompt about a million years ago for Spideydevil, and I had it finished for a while on my computer, but I forgot to post it until now. So here it is!

“5:30 AM, 5:30 AM,” The alarm chirped neutrally from the bedside table.

Peter groaned and buried his face between Matt’s shoulder blades, as if that would help change the fact of time as well as how ridiculously early that his husband got up every morning.

Husband.

The word hit Peter like a bolt of lightning. Because that was what Matt was now. Matt was his husband.

Peter felt himself smile a little even as Matt fumbled slightly to turn off the alarm. Matt finally pressed the button to silence it and a warm quiet blanketed the bedroom again as Peter gently scrubbed his face against Matt’s sleep-warm skin.

“First day of school,” Matt murmured and gently rubbed at Peter’s arm where it was draped around Matt’s waist. When Peter just hummed, still not thrilled at the rude awakening, Matt turned around in Peter’s grip so that he could brush a kiss to Peter’s forehead. “And you’ve got an early lecture this morning.”

“Who let me agree to an 8 AM?” Peter grumbled and tipped his face up for a kiss. Matt obliged him though he kept it pointedly chaste since neither of them had brushed their teeth yet. “Who even wants to take an 8 AM?”

“No one.” Matt snorted and he started to slip out of bed but Peter just clung on tighter, trying to keep him in place. But Matt was stronger than him and Peter was still too groggy to put much effort into it so Matt got out of bed, leaving Peter sprawled halfway across the warm spot that Matt had left behind. “Come on, sweetheart,” Matt said and he skimmed his hand down Peter’s back. When he only got a muffled grunt in response, he figured it was time to resort to more desperate measures. “If you get up, I’ll blow you in the shower.”

“Really?” Peter asked and lifted his head with interest.

“And if you go on a run with me?” Matt asked, just to see how far Peter was willing to let him go with this.

“Don’t push it,” Peter said flatly.

“C’mon, up. We’ll go to that awful place on the corner for a breakfast sandwich on the way in and everything,” Matt persuaded. He was probably laying it on a touch thick, but Peter was not know for his punctuality.

“You must really not want me to be late,” Peter teased as he pushed the covers back so he could get out of bed. “Blowjobs and slightly questionable breakfast sandwiches. This whole marriage thing is going to spoil me.” Matt just laughed as he padded out of their bedroom and towards the bathroom to go and let the water heat up.

…..

“You really do love me,” Peter sighed wistfully as he clutched onto his grease-stained paper bag that held what Matt fondly- read: with full and unmitigated disdain- referred to as the Monster Trashcan Bagel from Hell. It was a sourdough, everything bagel stuffed with a tomato, spinach, green pepper, and onion egg scramble; bacon; hot sauce that probably expired before Peter was born; and an obscene amount of cheddar cheese.

Peter had tried to get Matt to take a bite once in the early days of dating, but it had never happened and likely never would. Matt had far too sensitive of a nose to ever let it pass his lips.

“That I do,” Matt said and ducked in to brush a quick kiss against Peter’s jaw. “Have a ring and everything to prove it.”

They were early enough onto campus that they could stop at the usually crammed-full coffee shop in the middle of everything without worry about being late to their offices to do their final preps for class- while 8 AM was a new concept for Peter, Matt had been doing early classes practically his whole teaching career.

“Want me to walk you over?” Peter asked even as he let his arm slip from Matt’s shoulders. The law building was a fair distance from the science quarter.

“Nah, it’ll just be me shuffling my notes around. Go each your breakfast and nearly give Miles a heart attack when you lose track of time,” Matt teased. They both liked Peter’s TA, but Peter was significantly less organized than the grad student only a handful of years younger than him.

“Hilarious,” Peter muttered and leaned in for a kiss.

“Good luck, Dr. Murdock,” Matt said as Peter pulled away.

“You too, Dr. Murdock.” Matt could practically hear Peter winking as he started towards the science quarter. Matt just shook his head fondly before making his own way towards the law building.

…..

“Alright then,” Peter clapped his hands together as he pulled himself up to sit on his desk cross-legged. It was his trademark move to try and be more approachable since most of the time it seemed his comparative youth made him more intimidating rather than less. “Let’s just dive into the syllabus.” Peter waved at the stacks by his sneaker so Miles would stop ogling the blond in the front row and get to it. “With the term only being eight weeks, I try to give you a broad spectrum of the various topics that a more specialized class will go further into so you’ll be prepared to pick which future courses will serve your discipline.” Peter picked up his own copy of the syllabus and flipped over the first page that was his contact information and the course outline. He glanced back up and saw a handful of students frowning at their syllabi and then furtively looking around the room in confusion. “I see some confused faces, what’s up?” Peter asked and tipped his head slightly.

There was a boy closer to the back that piped up. “Uh, you’re Dr. Murdock right?”

“That’s what the plaque outside the classroom says,” Peter joked and when the furrow between his brows only deepened, Peter sobered. “Yes, I am Dr. Murdock.”

“But this isn’t Intro to Legal Ethics.”

“No, no it isn’t. This is Intro to Biomedical Engineering.” Peter’s face creased into a frown for a moment and then he cracked the smallest smile as he realized what had happened. “There are two Dr. Murdocks. Does your schedule say M. Murdock or P. Murdock?” Peter asked and swung himself down from the desk so he could walk over to the girl in the front row that had been confused and had fished out her schedule. “Yup, that’s what it is. Wrong Dr. Murdock, you’re looking for Matt.” Peter would have to talk to the office that printed the schedules about attaching lecture hall numbers to professor names.

There was a chorus of awkward laughter from both the students who were meant to be in his class and those that had gotten mixed up as books were hastily put into bags. “Don’t even worry about it, just make sure to check in with the TA if there is one for attendance since most of the scholarships check that sort of thing!” Peter called after the students that were filtering out his door.

When the door swung shut, Peter faced the rest of his class with a small smile. “Well, now that that’s sorted out why don’t we-?” Before he could say anything else, there was a light knock on the door and then some sheepish students were poking their heads around the doorframe.

“Is this Dr. P. Murdock’s class?” A boy with blond hair and bright blue tips asked, shifting his grip on the strap of his bag.

Peter gave them a nod. “Mix-up with which Dr. Murdock?” Peter asked sympathetically. The small gaggle of kids nodded. “Come on in and find a seat, we were just about to start going over the syllabus.” Peter nudged Mile’s foot with his own so that his TA would pass out the remaining syllabi to the students that had just gotten into the room.

…..

“We didn’t think this through,” Peter said in lieu of a greeting when he tossed himself down onto the loveseat in Matt’s office. It was the only casual thing in Matt’s meticulously kept office. Part of it, Peter knew, was from necessity, but the other part was just Matt.

Peter only had the one Intro class that day, so the rest of his students had had him in previous courses and could recognize him even with the name change. Most of them had even known about the fact that Dr. Parker was going to be Dr. Murdock by the time they came back to campus. He was guilty of maybe talking about his personal life a little too much in class, but he’d been stupidly in love with Matt from their third date so he could hardly be blamed for mentioning the fact that they were getting married.

Matt snorted and put his lecture notes to the side before raising a brow at Peter. “Speak for yourself. I thought about this when we talked about changing our names at all.”

Peter squawked indignantly. “And you didn’t think to mention it to me!”

Matt laughed. “I didn’t think I had to! I assumed you’d already thought of it yourself.”

Peter grumbled and sunk down further into the couch.

“Not to add insult to injury, but I think some of your mail came to my mailbox.” Matt skimmed his hand over the desk before he grabbed an envelope and held it out to Peter. “No Braille, so.”

Peter took it and Matt was right, it was addressed to Dr. P. Murdock. “I’m sorry, baby,” Peter muttered and scrubbed a hand over his face. “This is gonna be such a pain in the ass for the next couple of days.” It was going to be students in the wrong classes and mixed up mail and probably wrong emails and mislabeled assignments and-

Matt just laughed, an easy smile on his face. “Hey, it’s alright. Comes with the gig right,” Matt said and held up the hand where his wedding ring sat, flexing his ring finger pointedly.

“Yeah, yeah, I remember,” Peter muttered but there was more humor in it, none of the pall that had lingered over his head for a moment. That was the incredible thing about Matt that Peter loved. He could pull Peter out of his weird headspaces and the spirals he nearly worked himself into. All with a few words or a small smile. “Foggy’s gonna think this is hilarious,” Peter said and rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

Matt broke out into a lopsided smile. “Yeah, he probably will. And Karen will think it’s precious.” Matt wrinkled his nose slightly and that made Peter smile to himself.

Peter glanced at his watch and then sighed. “I better go before my next class,” Peter levered himself off of Matt’s sofa before he crossed over so he could bend over the desk and give Matt a proper kiss. “See you at six, right?” Peter asked, knowing full well that that was when Matt’s office hours were over.

“Lookin’ forward to it,” Matt said and brushed his mouth against Peter’s one last time.

Peter grinned to himself as he ducked into the strap of his bag, settling it on his shoulder with practiced ease, and then stuffed his hands into his pockets as he made his way towards his own office. He had some time to kill before his next class and he was going to take full advantage of it to coordinate with his lab co-teacher, answer the emails that were already starting to come in, as well as probably just take a short nap. Without him realizing it, a smile had tugged at the corners of his mouth and Peter was surprised to feel how content and happy he was. It certainly hadn’t been something he was expecting- Matt had come as a surprise after they’d been set up by some well-meaning friends who knew each other- but he was happy with how his life had turned out. He had a job he loved, he had his research, and he had Matt.

What more could anyone ask for?

#my writing #my fic #spideydevil #peter parker #matt murdock #daredevil #spiderman #spider-man

[girlwithamissingpearl]

Here we go again. The criticism of SH’s Sassanach Gin tour is as expected. Not everyone has to like what he does. That’s fair. But that continuing narrative that he takes advantage of his fans? Sorry, but that’s a hard no for me.

Personally I don’t know how the actual fuck he does it. Ten years in and he is still gracious and accommodating to all his fans, even those that cross every line. How is unsolicited groping ever acceptable? I think he is far too affable. But the he’s taking advantage of his fans continues. If all he wanted to do was was an Outlander pump and dump cash grab, not only is he doing it all wrong, he’s working far to hard. Rather than invest his own money and produce a craft product, he could have purchased a house brand equivalent of whisky and gin, and concentrate on labels. Imagine limited edition pumpkin spice, thanksgiving, Christmas, new year’s, Valentine’s Day, shirtless-you get the idea- SH limited edition bottles. I think he’s looking beyond that and trying to build a brand.

There’s also been a lot written about the individual appearances and signings. I would never camp out at midnight to get a place in line, but a 6-8 hour wait? There are a small group of gals that I follow and Dm with, that I would gladly grab a lawn chair and sunscreen and happily take my place in line with. Not sure if they would be as keen, but @khccbc1745, @kiaora45, @harriethattie, @caldineens, @collectido, @ maryofboston, @ Stargazer74 , @andorra97 and many more, who take the time to not only comment, but call me out when I get things wrong(which I have been known to do) you know who you are- I’d wait in line, with any of these women, in a heartbeat. Even though we range in age-40-80- I don’t think we would have a single second of silence. With a group, you take turns getting coffee, snacks, lunch…quick SH selfie, hotel nap, dinner and drinks. I think that’s the part people don’t get when they see the long lines. It’s not for everyone, but it’s also for most a once in a lifetime thing. Go ahead and laugh, a couple of years ago I was the first to make fun of people like me, but scrolling through the fandom has become one of my favourite things to do, and something I don’t have to share with other family and friends that will never understand the joy of all things Outlander and SH😊. The other thing that most people don’t get is that, and I think I can speak not only for myself but the other amazing women in the fandom, we really don’t take each other that seriously. This is fun, and for me definitely a guilty pleasure bc🥸I’m so happy that I have these like minded people I can commiserate with because I just watched the last mid season episode of season 7. How dare they say…to be continued next year. Next year? Ffs.

On a final note, a fun fact. If we didn’t have tickets for tennis, I definitely would have gone to the Scottish festival in Fergus Ontario to see our very own hometown boy CV, and RR and for once be able to post some original pics. Not far from home, I’ve been to the festival in the past- definitely have Scots in the family tree including a competitive bagpiper- and its always fun. I’ve really enjoyed CV as WR in the first part of season 7 and really looking forward to watching his story unfold. But having to wait until next year to watch the second half of season 7, and who knows how long before season 8 airs. Don’t even get me started about DG, and the timeline for the release of book 10. Seriously considering a class action lawsuit for the cruel and unusual punishment inflicted by DG when she said Jamie’s ghost story would be revealed in the last page of book 10. Why DG? Why? On the other hand, I can take my time scrolling, commenting and posting about season 7. If I was a patient person, which I’m not. So for now I’ll make due with the ongoing commentary of how people around the world refer to the “pineapple swim trunks” SH sports in an upcoming episode of MIK 2. Something budgies….🦜🏊‍♂️🩲…

#sam heughan #outlander #outlander season 7 #sam cait #sam heighan #Charles vaandervart #William #William Ransom #Sassanach

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Flying/Dream to Believe (2 parter) (TW: mention of gore/fighting/rage/bullying/smoking)(mostly sfw)

@gea-chan96 Here you go!!! Not sure if I did it justice, but this is what I ended up coming up with. There will be a second part soon where your request is actually fulfilled 🤪.

Part One.

I’m late again, which makes sense. Ever since mom took the job at the hospital, she’s been getting home at 8:15 and practice starts at 8. 

I don’t wanna give her grief about it, though. I see how tired she is and I love her a lot.

Shoving my worn bag off my shoulders and onto the stage, I look around to see where Ms. Stoller is - rotten luck, she’s starring right at me, eyes narrowed and mouth lined into a scowl. 

Well, that’s my first goal for today, then; un-pissing off my teacher. 

I walk up, sheepish and rubbing the back of my neck, baby hairs getting caught in my fingers and tangling at the base of my scalp. 

“Uh, sorry, Ms. Stoller, I-“

She sighs, disappointment heavy and devastating in her eyes. “Y/n, this is the third time you’ve been late this week. This responsibility is meant to teach you discipline, not further your obstinance.”

I cringe. “It’s just my mom, she-“

She holds up her hand. “You can give me all the excuses you want, but until you can show me commitment, you’ll have to extend your time with us.”

She motions for me to go, and I do, setting to work on cleaning up after the gymnasts and refilling the chalk cauldron as it empties. 

I help stabilize the girls as they practice, holding waists and legs and hands and not minding the sticky smell of sweat and old perfume.

Most of them have gotten so used to me that they actively seek my assistance with routines, now. I’m broad shouldered and plump and tough for a girl - the one in class who always volunteers when teachers say they need “strong guys” for something - and the thinner girls know I can hold them steady and help lift them.

It’s nice to be relied on, even if some of them whisper about me when they think I’m not listening or laugh at me when I stumble and fall over divots in the mats. I’m used to it, though, and I have a strong backbone that my grandpa says I got from him. 

This particular rainy fall day - maybe it’s the weather making them ornery - Stacy and Leah are out for blood. 

I don’t think I’ve turned around or made a tiny mistake once without one of them rolling their eyes or scoffing at me or whispering something to the other. It’s revving me up, skin prickling in the way it does before I punch something - or someone, which is how I landed here on my weekends, anyway.

So, I’m trying to avoid them, but they must take that as a threat or challenge or something, because they start actively insulting me out loud. They remind me of chihuahuas, specifically Sam, the little guy in the down town pet shop who doesn’t need a reason to bite your heel and make you bruise. 

Nah, I shouldn’t insult chihuahuas like that. Leah and Stacy aren’t cute like Sam, they’re more like evil porcelain dolls - the kind that the puppet master would make if he valued magazine beauty more than the grotesque and macabre.

My breaking resolve - the only thing keeping my fist from contacting a mouth - almost snaps in half when Stacy “accidentally” spills my freshly refilled powder on the floor. All of it, stark white and glittery, lies there taunting me, and the oven in my chest surges hotter.

Her and Leah laugh for what feels like minutes, and I know I have to get out of here. To avoid hurting something, I have to run. As far away as possible. Down the empty hallways, out the double doors, onto the football field. 

I slip on the dewy fake grass and my face implants into the ground, knocking some of the rage out of me along with my breath. 

High pain tolerance coming in handy, I roll over with an ache blooming fresh and dull behind my forehead, sigh, and stare up at the cloudy grey sky. 

I’m never getting out of this. I’ll never have a weekend to myself again. Not that I did anything fun or productive with them to begin with.

Mr. Barr, the guidance counselor, says I should join something like Karate or Judo to displace my rage, but how can I if I’m stuck doing Ms. Stoller’s dirty work for the rest of the semester? 

I tear pieces of sharp, synthetic grass out of the ground, making my fingertips sore and red, not really trying that hard to get myself standing so I can go back in, but then I hear hushed laughing.

Shit. I bolt up, ass taking the full brunt of the grass’s moisture, pants soaking through. I look around, not seeing a person, but, instead, a fat, billowy cloud of smoking floating up and dissipating in the atmosphere. 

Come to think of it, I also smell cigarettes. I scrunch my nose. It’s awful, like hot tar and rubber, and I’m about to leave just so I don’t have to inhale it - so much for my alone time - when a face peaks around from behind the bleachers, grinning at me.

As soon as the floating head appears, it’s gone, pulled back in by its companion - because these dummies never go anywhere without one another - and hushed, arguing whispers ensue.

I sigh, start walking away, already too annoyed to deal with the two stooges, but the call of my name gets me to stop and turn. 

“Hey, y/n,” Tommy says, fully out in the open, hair damp and clinging to his head, probably because he’s been out here in the rain for a while. “Uh, please don’t tell anyone?” 

I wave him off. “It’s whatever.”

“What did she say?” Leo pops out, dragging on his white stick and puffing smoke from his nose like a dragon, grinning like an idiot. 

Tommy groans and growls, grabs the cig from him and puts it out on his shoe. He pushes the shorter man on the chest and makes him stumble back. “You freaking idiot! Put that shit away!” 

They’re kinda funny in a really annoying way. I can’t fight the smile on my face even if I try super hard, so I just let it happen. 

Tommy looks back to me, still with a crimson flush darkening his sun ripened skin. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to bug you..”

“I mean, you were here first.” I shrug and kick the greenery.

Leo nods, agreeing with me, but also blushing. “Yeah, we were.”

Tommy clotheslines him in the stomach, and Leo groans and falls back. I can’t help but find this slapstick routine hilarious, and a tiny giggly hiccup plops out of me as Leo glares at both of us. 

Tommy gives me a lop sided grin that’s oddly charming. “Hey,” he says, “you wanna hang out with us?”

I thumb behind me at the school. “Uh, I would, but I gotta get back to practice.” 

Is it just me, or does his face droop a little like that sad brown hound dog on morning cartoons?

“Skip it,” Leo shrugs. “Who wants to hang out with some weird contortionist freaks, anyway.”

Tommy glares at him. “Hey, man, if she says she needs to be somewhere, that’s final.”

I look from one to the other, and find myself really wanting to hang out with them despite my commitments and better judgements. Sure, Tommy’s a womanizer, and Leo’s a prick, but they’re fun in an insufferable way. 

It wouldn’t be so bad, maybe, to have friends. A purposeful grin is finally allowed to split my mouth. “Yeah, I’ll join you.” 

Their hangout is two broken benches under the bleachers. As soon as we duck under, it starts to rain again, and I take this as a sign that maybe I am supposed to be here with them. 

Leo lights up another cigarette with a match stick, and hands it to me after taking a lung full. 

Tommy snatches it from him. “She’s a girl, Leo. Be respectful.” 

I roll my eyes, and grab the cigarette from Tommy, who looks surprised enough to make me laugh out loud. 

“Girls can smoke,” I say, and take a long drag. Way too long, way too much. Smoke infiltrates my inner organs and I start choking and sputtering and wheezing. Maybe girls can’t smoke. Maybe our lungs are too small, like Mr. Butler says in 5th period science class.

Doesn’t matter if we can or can’t, because I am never doing this shit again. 

Every part of my insides feels flayed and charred like hot dogs on the grill, and I can’t stop hacking.

Leo ends our game of musical cigarette and grabs the stick back. “Maybe girls really can’t smoke.”

“Nah,” Tommy says, patting me on the back absently, “James did this, too, the first time. And then Annie didn’t do it.” He taps his finger on his chin, contemplative. “I think it has something to do with how much you take in at once.”

Leo plops down on the bench, puffing. “Yeah, yeah, smart guy.” 

Tommy shrugs. “I’m just sayin’.”

After I’m done choking on leftover lung fire, I sit on the opposite bench and wipe tears off my face. “Why’re you guys out here on a weekend?”

“Well, think about it,” Tommy says, “this is the least likely place someone will look for us.”

“Tell her the other reason,” Leo says, a no good grin forming around his cigarette. 

Tommy runs a hand through thick brown hair, shameful, shifting onto his other foot. “We watch the girls practice gymnastics. Sometimes.”

“You help, don’t you?” Leo asks me.

Shoulda figured. Boys. All the same. 

“Seems you already know that, Leo,” I quip, leaning both elbows back on the soggy table and trying to sound uninterested and unaffected despite looking at them both a little differently now.

“You think Stacy would go out with me?” Leo asks. 

Tommy glares at him. “Dude, she doesn’t wanna talk about her job-“

“Not a job,” I sigh. “You have to get payed for it to be that.” 

They both cringe, showing some empathy. I appreciate that whether they’re being genuine or not.

“Oh, that’s what you got?” Leo asks. “For punching Nate in the face and breaking his cheekbone?”

It’s my turn to blush. “You know about that?”

“Uh, duh,” says Leo, “you think anyone can stop talking about it?” 

“Why’d you hit him, anyway?” Tommy asks, taking a seat beside Leo. 

“I’d rather not say.” 

Leo scoffs. “Well, June says it was because he was making fun of those homeless, smelly kids on your bus. Which, no offense, but, seems like a bit of an overreaction.”

Tommy grabs his jacket sleeve. “Leo, you either learn not to be an asshole or shutup, because next time you say dumb shit, I’m gonna punch you.”

“He was trying lift her skirt up to see how dirty she was under it, and the bus driver was doing nothing,” I tell him, trying to calm myself with the guidance counselor’s methods. 

Tap your fingers, count backward from 20, try to focus on what you can see and hear and feel rather than your emotions. It works like a wet bandaid.

“Oh… shit.” Leo looks at the ground. 

“What a dick,” Tommy tuts, “you should’ve gotten an award, instead.” 

“The award was my fist meeting his pretty boy face and taking him out of football for the season,” I shrug. 

“Hold on,” Tommy says, looking at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. He narrows his eyes. “You’re sort of a… badass, aren’t you?”

“Hey, yeah,” Leo agrees, perking up. 

I look away, not used to praise and wanting to reject it. Calling me a badass is way too much of a compliment. I’m more like an out of control raging bull, as my father affectionately says. 

We talk for a little longer, and it feels easy to get along with them. Despite being huge perverts, and kind of pathetic, I find myself fitting in and being entertained. Misfits and degenerates, we eventually come together, I guess, much to the dismay of every normal person. 

Tommy teaches me how to do a trick where you press against a wall with your arm, keep your feet planted, lean back, and then try to press again but can’t reach. 

Leo shows both of us how to exhale white, pillowy smoke from your mouth and inhale it back into your nose.

Tommy asks me to arm wrestle him, and I lose horribly, which I just know inflates his already massive ego to an eldritch degree. 

I win against Leo, but that’s not much of a confidence boost. 

We take turns telling the freakiest, goriest stories we know. Leo’s is the best, captivating Tommy and I from start to finish and probably making it so neither of us will sleep without the light on for a week. 

I’m actually sad when it’s time for them to go. We’re all damp and cold and probably look like a gang of wet dumpster cats up to no good, but I wouldn’t mind staying that way if it means I can hang out with these goons longer. And, I have almost entirely forgotten about slamming Stacy’s and Leah’s heads into concrete until I see brains.

Plus, Tommy notices I’m only in a thin sweater and drapes his bulky coat around me, and for a minute I kind of feel like one of the girls that fall victim to his charms.

I try to give it back, and we engage in a wrestling match that’s the opposite of tug of war. Even still, by the end of it we’re laughing so hard that I’m wheezing like I took another hit of the tobacco. 

Practice is already over when I go in to collect my bag from the stage, but Ms. Stoller is waiting for me in her office. She’s filing papers, little spectacles perched on her dainty nose, and barely looks up at me as she talks. 

“This is not how you show that you are reformed, y/n.” 

I actually do feel pretty sorry, only because Ms. Stoller isn’t awful and she has a way of earning respect from her pupils that leads to certain devastation in her disappointment. 

“I’m sorry, Ms. Stoller.”

She sighs and takes her glasses off. “Why don’t you join?” She finally looks at me, which is the wrong time to do so because my face is contorted in disgust and fear.

I would be less appalled if she started calling me names and spitting at me.

“What?”

“Join gymnastics,” she suggests, almost casually. 

Casually.

Like that wouldn’t be the end of my already 3/4ths dead self confidence. 

“Ms. Stoller, thanks but I-“

“It would be a good way for you to exercise and let some tension off. And we’d start you slow. I think you’d do well. Plus, then you wouldn’t have to be forced to do all the grunt work.”

I only blink at her like she’s lost her head.

“Just think about it,” she tells me, ignoring my resistance, going back to paperwork. “And let me know tomorrow at some point.” 

She dismisses me. 

#keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves fanfiction #flying/dream to believe

[smolkiwi98]

First Drink

Oof...this is long and I am sorry! I finally finished it and I'm sorry for the wait on this but here it is! If there any errors I'm sorry. It's 4:46am and just finished this!

Billy Hargrove fluff!

Warning: Mentions of drinking, getting drunk, and cigarettes. Oh and vomiting! Not sure if these are really warnings, but yeah.

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You were never the popular person, you liked to stay to yourself most of the time. Your circle was very small, but it was filled with people who were the only real people you knew. This all changed when the one and only Billy Hargrove asked you out. When this first happened you laughed at him thinking it was some kind of joke, but he generally wanted to be with you which shocked you completely! You two have been dating for seven months now and you’ve been the happiest you’ve ever been, but the only issue you have are the parties. 

You’ve never been invited to a single party until you started dating Billy, in fact none of the popular girls ever spoke to you until you started dating Billy and that gave you an uneasy feeling in your gut. You’ve been invited to your 5th party and of course you were told to pass the message to your boyfriend. You wouldn’t have a problem doing this, but the cheer captain told you about the party and her wanting you to tell Billy just made you…let's just say upset. Sighing you closed your locker and started to make your way to your last class. 

When the bell rang you collected your things and like always you were the last one out of the classroom. Once you finally exited the classroom there stood your boyfriend smiling brightly at you. His smile never fails to make you feel the butterflies in your stomach, blushing lightly you return the smile “Hey, Darlin.” He said, walking over to you “Hey.” You said quietly. Billy knew you were shy and he was also a lot taller than you, so when you spoke quietly to him in the halls or anywhere he would always bend down eye level with you and give you a small smirk “I’m sorry…I didn’t hear you there.” He said in a deep husky voice making you blush “H-Hey.” You said a little louder, making him smile and stand back up. You hated when he did that to you, but it was to make you feel more confident in yourself and show that you can speak as loud as you wanted. Billy put his arm around you and led you out of the school and to his car. 

Once you two were in the car on the way to god knows where you leaned up a little to turn the music down making Billy glance at you and then back to the road “Everything okay?” He asked. You were trying to find a way to tell him about the party without sounding annoyed that the cheer captain asked you. You let out a small breath “Did um…did Ashley invite you to her party?” You asked while picking at your nails. He tilted his like he was thinking and shook his head “Ashley didn’t ask me, but I heard someone mention it at lunch. Why do you ask?” You shrugged and laid your head back against the headrest “She invited us…well you.” You said correcting yourself. The car comes to a stop at a light and Billy takes that time to look at you “What do you mean me? If she invites me that means you also.” This is the side people don’t see with Billy. He puts on the bad boy asshole front, but in reality he’s nothing but a huge softy. You turn your head to look back at him “She sounded like she really only wanted you there.” Billy sighs and starts to drive again “The party tonight?” You don’t say anything and just nod your head “Then I’ll pick you up at 8.” You wanted to protest, but everytime you did he’d always end up winning anyway.

~Time Skip~

8:00pm came around faster than you wanted it to, but to your luck Billy was a little late so that gave you time to prepare yourself. These parties weren’t always fun. Sometimes you had fun, but most of the time it just ended up with you latched onto Billy's arm while the girls gossiped about how you’re a goody goody and never dared to touch a beer or a cigarette. You stood from your bed and walked to your mirror to check your outfit one more time. You never dressed up in skirts or dresses, so your outfit was simple. A pair of ripped jean shorts, Billy’s red button up shirt that was buttoned up to where your chest wouldn’t show but your cleavage was a bit on display and since the length was too long you tied it to be a crop top, and of course your shoes were your worn out black high tops. Your hair wasn’t really done up, you just kind of left it a little messy, and your makeup was simple. Just eyeliner, masscrea, and clear lip gloss.

Just as you were debating on changing you hear a car horn. You walk to your window and see it was Billy. He stood on the outside of his car leaning against it as he lit his cigarette and waited patiently on you. You nibbled on your bottom lip admiring him, yes it sounds creepy but how can you not? He’s just…he’s just so pretty. The way his hair curled and that one curl that hung on his forehead, the jeans being slightly too tight, and the way his blue button up was buttoned. It always made you weak in the knees the way he had his shirts, his chest showing perfectly. Which is why you got so jealous when other girls would look at him. Toxic yes, but goddamn that man is yours. You backed away from your window and made your way out the door to meet him outside. Once you opened that door and he got a good look at you he smiled that sly side smile “I like your shirt.” He said pointing at you, cigarette in his hand. You smiled and stood in front of him looking down at the shirt “Thanks! I found it in my closet. Not sure where it came from.” You chuckled and looked up at him. He let out a small chuckle “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I got a purple shirt somewhere in my closet. Looks like a girls shirt, has a butterfly on the sleeve.” You let out a gasp “Is that where it is!? I’ve been looking for that shirt.” Billy laughed and opened the door “Get in, dork.” He said kissing the top of your head. 

Once you two made it to the party you started to get nervous, and Billy could tell right away when you stepped out of the car. Placing his hand on your waist he leans down to your ear “It’s going to be okay. Just stay with me, yeah?” You nodded your head and let him lead the way. The longer you stayed by his side and let him guide you around made you think more and more about the things the girls say about you. The goody goody with Billy Hargove, it makes no sense. Looking around you spot the kitchen and tug on Billys sleeve to get his attention. When he was looking at you, you told him you were headed to the bathroom. He nodded and moved his hand away from your waist. 

Being away from him at a party felt weird, but you wanted to have a taste of the party life. You wanted to taste a beer, maybe even a shot and hell…why not try a cigarette or something a little stronger? When you walked into the kitchen you noticed the cheerleaders surrounding the punch bowl that you wanted to get to, Ashley was the first to notice you which made your heart race scared of what she would do “Oh, its Y/N. What brings you in here? Shouldn’t you be sipping on some water while attached to your boyfriend.” Her words didn’t sound hurtful, but they kinda hurt. You took a deep breath and put your hands in your back pockets standing up straighter to seem more confident. “I’m a-actually wanting some of that punch.” You said softly, but loud enough for them to hear you. The girls giggled at you, but stepped away from the bowl so you could fix a cup, but Ashley beat you to it and handed you the cup “Here you go…make sure not to drink too much. Don’t want you being sloppy.” You took the cup and rolled your eyes before taking a sip and holy shit…was this the best thing you’ve ever had!

You were on your fourth cup and to say you were light weight was an understatement. You couldn’t find your boyfriend so you wandered outside to the backyard to see what they were up to. It looked like they had a keg and that’s where you found your boyfriend. His buddies held him up while he did a kegstand. Everyone was cheering him on, so you slowly stumbled your way over and started to cheer along with them. Now, you weren’t a sloppy drunk like Ashley said you would be. You were the kind that wanted to dance, sing, and…maybe you got a little touchy. When Billy was put down he was smiling and high fiving his friends until he saw you “Y/N!” He said over the loud music now standing in front of you “I thought you were going to the bathroom.” He said holding you by the hips to stop you from swaying a little. The longer he looked at you it finally clicked “Are you drunk?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You giggled and brought your hand up to his chest tracing circles on his skin “Yeeeah.” You said through your drunkin giggles. Billy wasn’t upset with you, but he was slightly worried. It’s your first time being drunk and he wasn’t sure how you were going to act, so instead of being strict with you he just followed behind you to watch after you. He wanted you to let loose and have fun so he wasn’t going to stop you.

Finding your way to the living room where everyone was dancing was where Billy found out you could actually dance. Pour Some Sugar On Me started playing which is one of your favorite songs and it’s also the song that people realized your shorts were a little too short and your shirt was getting looser. Singing along and moving your hips to the beat you accidentally spilt some of your drink on your chest which made you laugh and turn to Billy “I-Its funny because of th-e song!” You shouted over the music. Of course he would laugh at you, but when he saw your shirt getting loose his laughter stopped. “Hey, Darlin…maybe you should come with me.” He said walking over to you. You frowned and shook your head “But…is my favorite song!” You protested, “I know, but it's important.” You rolled your eyes and turned around to continue dancing. Billy sighed and walked up behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up. Everyone cheered and laughed at the two of you, but it was obvious you weren’t enjoying his actions.

Billy had carried you to the bathroom and locked the both of you inside. Once you were put down you immediately tried to get past him to walk out “No, Y/N. We gotta wipe the beer off your chest and fix your shirt.” You looked down at yourself “I’m fine.” You slurred. Billy had a feeling you were going to be a stubborn drunk the moment he saw your eyes outside. Without saying a word he lifted you up onto the counter and stepped between your legs “I’m not letting you back out there so all the guys can look at your chest.” You didn’t pay attention to his words, your fuzzy brain was too focused on Billy standing between your legs while his chest was on full display. He spoke to you the whole time he was cleaning you up and fixing your shirt, but the words went into one ear and the other “Hey…are you listening to me?” He asked lifting your head up by your chin “Yeah. Mmhmm.” “Then what did I say?” He asked, raising an eyebrow “Um..something about a chest?” Billy shook his head “You got one word right…” He paused when he noticed your face turn slightly pale “You okay?” You nodded your head and then shook your head “I don’t feel too good.” You mumbled “Okay…come on.” Billy said in a soft voice while helping you off the counter and leading you to the toilet “Sit down on the floor for me.” You looked up at him nibbling on your bottom lip “But…this is a stranger's bathroom.” He looked at you confused and then his eyes went wide “No! No…just get on the floor in front of the toilet.” Without another word you did as you were told and that’s when it all hit you “Billy…” You whined quietly “I’m right here. Just getting you a cold rag.” He said while running a washcloth under some cold water. Before he could come and sit with you, you started to vomit. You hated when you threw up. Your body would shake, your body hurt afterwards, and it always made you cry. Billy turned his head towards you and quickly made his way to your side “I-I don’t like this.” You mumbled with tears in your eyes before getting sick again “I know, babe…but you gotta get it all up.” He said moving your hair out your face “Got a hair tie?” You only nodded and lifted your wrist letting him take it and put your hair up. He placed the cold rag on the back of your neck and rubbed your back “You’re okay.” He said, pressing his lips on your head.

Billy didn’t take you home that night. He knew your parents would lose it if they found out you were drunk, but they were fine with you staying the night with him which didn’t make sense to him. He got you into his room and started to help you change into something comfortable. “I don’t wanna go to bed.” You whined while climbing into bed with him and laying on top of him. You pressed little kisses against his neck making him place his hands on your back and hips “Baby, you gotta sleep.” You didn't say anything and your movements paused “Darlin?” He asked and then he heard your soft snores. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes “I don’t think I’m going to let you drink again.” He whispered to himself.

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[strawberrycircuits]

Wait I'm listening tell me more about the rosadaisy illness

oh boy here we go

so like. my understanding of these characters is that daisy is spunky and sporty and bold and very much Not graceful or outwardly sweet as the other princesses. she comes off as a little brutally honest and brash but she really doesn't mean anything by it, you know? and also like. if you pay attention to the game she originates from (super mario land i believe?), sarasaland is an empire consisting of 4 kingdoms and she's literally an empress rather than a princess. i think where peach, a smaller ruler, has like... toadsworth keeping her """in line""" (like he could ever) and she has that like. council of toads from the mario movie. daisy is a completely self-sufficient ruler and because of that kind of gets to do as she pleases. her kingdoms happy, she's long since fortified her kingdom from any attacks on her or her subjects, shes doing well and she's going to play sports and call waluigi a bitch for taking her golf clubs again because that's what she wants to do and who is going to stop her. however i will say that her encounter with tatanga probably impacted her STRONGLY considering she hasn't been captured since so shes FOR SURE made sure that will never happen to her again. tatanga is from outer space. remember that

(side analysis of peach, i think peach operates within the confines of her role? so while she is naturally kind and sweet and all of that, i think she's very good at finding loopholes when advisors tell her what not to do. i also by no means think she's weak-- i think the bowser thing started as a genuine threat and then she let it happen because she knew it wasn't a big deal (and it shook things up! gave her something to gossip with daisy about over tea yk) and nowadays it's just something bowser, mario, and peach do for funsies. no ones ever in danger peach is just like oh my... I wish I had a chance to visit the flower kingdom... mario are you busy next week i think im gonna ask bowser to kidnap me and take me there :)! like she knows what she's doing and she's fine with it. happy even. if she wanted to she could get herself outta there. el em ay oh)

rosalina however. we learn a couple of things about rosalina

-she has seen the universe restart multiple times, enough to know the fact that it never restarts in quite the same way each time

-she spent eons looking for and eventually mourning her lost mother, which she coped with by becoming the mother of the lumas. lumas who will eventually leave, become other celestial bodies, and never come back to her again.

-until the events of mario galaxy, she's spent her life in solitude, watching her children leave as soon as they come and waiting for the universe to die over and over again.

-if you look at how she appears in the storybook, her hair starts as strawberry blonde then lightens when she's a teenager. which to me implies that being in space that long physically changed her, especially when you see how tall she is in comparison to other chars (in mario kart 8 I believe she's in the same weight class as donkey kong, waluigi, and link as opposed to being in peach and daisys. point is she's Tall as Shit and it's noticeable compared to the other princesses)

on top of all of this is (in her original appearance) an air of melancholy, understanding, and peace. she knows where these events will lead; she's seen it all before. it still makes her sad, still makes her long for the family she's never stopped searching for, but she's come to terms with it.

and like. I know people hold a lot of contempt regarding rosalina as being playable in the spinoff games, since they've completely stripped her original character of all its personality, but like. bear with me for a moment because rosalina in the spin off games is... happy. she's having fun. after countless lifetimes of loss and grief and loneliness, she's putting herself out there and trying to regain the humanity she once (willingly, mind you) abandoned. i think peach, luigi, or mario one invited her to a racing event or a sports event because they cared about her, wanted her to be included, and she came and she loved it!!! she loved being with other people and just having fun!!!!!! and now she has friends who she can depend upon and who can depend upon her!!!!!!!! she is not excluded!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok so rosadaisy. ouhhh rosadaisy. like imagine being daisy. you know One other ruler like you and you are best friends. she is constantly in a state of either being gone or having just come back. she likes it this way. you respect this, but cannot fathom it, because the one time it happened to you, it didn't come from a neighboring kingdom-- it came from the endless expanse of space. space, where there is nowhere to run to. space, where flowers do not grow and pyramids do not stand. it was terrifying, seeing such an absense of comfort like that, and you have made sure that that will never happen to you again.

your friend gets back one day and is telling you about her most recent escapades, how she was pulled out of orbit into the stars. she tells you she has met another ruler out there. she says she's invited her to the next go karting tournament. she doesn't think she will come.

you're sort of relieved at that-- you're still not quite over the whole alien thing, and the idea of someone who rules over that endless abyss-- when you live in a world with people like bowser and the kongs-- does not bring you comfort. you would never admit it.

you go to the next karting tournament and all your friends are there, and you look over and there's this ethereal lady standing there, a star twinkling at her side, staring at everything like it's the first time she's ever seen it before, and your friends tell you oh, yeah, that's princess rosalina. she comes from the stars. she is the most gorgeous person you have ever seen in your entire life.

she keeps coming to events. when she serves in tennis, her feet do not touch the ground. you are loud, and rambunctious, and bold, and she is quiet and kind and she is starting to smile more, but there's still this atmosphere about her that tells you thats a very new development. you thought you and your initial friend were different, but you and rosalina-- you're like day and night.

and she adores it. she adores how human you are, how different you are from the endless cosmos. she learns to say good game! even when you pull a foul ball and it seems as though she is always, always on your team.

you start to think that space can't be all that bad if it brought her to you.

(and she wishes she'd come back to your planet sooner, just for the chance of meeting you.)

#tldr IM NORMAL ABOUT NINTENDO CHARACTERS. I AM NORMAL ABOUT THE MARIO BROS FRANCHISE #rosalina #rosadaisy #daisylina #rosalina: your existence is fleeting. you will die and i will persist. this is a fact that neither of us may avoid #daisy: woahh sick!! anyways should i use a bike or kart for this race #rosalina: a bike most certainly

[he-goes-down]

There was a time:

Previous chapters/ warnings

A/N: this took like 3 weeks to finish, its longer than the other ones and at some points im just out of it so bear with me 🙏 (also additional rockstars, gifs at the end too) I also got too tired to keep changing povs

8. Look At Your Game Girl:

Second person pov:

It was soon Christmas Day, there was no big celebration or party as it was all leading up to a big New Year’s house party at one of Slash’s friends place in the hills. At least your Christmas day wasn’t horrible, everyone contributed to presents, even Axl as he was meant to go to Erin’s, but they were on a break. He wasn’t fazed and from you talking to her on the phone she was glad that they were taking a break. (She then told in secret that she met this new guy just as a fling and to not tell Axl as he would be furious.) But of course, when Axl goes onto other girls on break or not on break his girl shouldn’t care or complain. Axl’s present to you was a very fancy spoon that he stole from some old rich lady’s house, in return you gave him a red bandana. He was confused, but he tried it on, and he never took it off for the rest of the day, you brought him his iconic style. Slash gave you a ‘world’s best dad mug’ but scratched it out with a sharpie and said manager but written as ‘MAnGre’. Duff had given you a tea pot that he made in a pottery class he tried once when he was drunk out of his mind, but he said that his mind was on you when he was making it and put a lot of effort into it. It was slightly lobsided and concave in certain sections but the patterns and colours he used were very pretty. Steven gave you a cute keychain and said he’d share some of is coke with you later. Izzy, which was surprising, gave you a vinyl of one of your favourite albums from a more underground band from the 70’s. You had only mentioned the band a few times, but it wasn’t ever directed in conversations you had, or the little conversations you had. 

It was soon New Year’s Eve, Izzy and Duff went out to get some booze for the party and just fuck around town a bit, Axl was out somewhere unknown. Getting laid, getting arrested, picking fights, getting arrested for picking fights, doing unknown drugs, getting arrested for being in possession of said drugs, getting laid again. You pick. You, Slash and Steven were the only ones in the house. The Golden Trio. You were looking through your outfits to find a good one to wear to the party. You planned to get some tonight, or maybe at the minimum get a new year’s kiss and a fling because being tied to these gorgeous men and not being able to be with any of them was taking a slight toll on you. “Slash get in here!” You shouted throughout the house from your shared room. “Hmm?” He quirked as he slid into the doorway. “Pick one.” You held up two dresses. A short red cocktail dress, and a long black slit dress, both of which had small dainty straps to hold it up on your shoulders and the hanger. “Shit, I’d love to see you in the red one.” He smirked, ‘see’ meaning ‘fuck’. “Yeah, yeah whatever. But it doesn’t match the jacket, and I don’t want anything down there to freeze off.” You spoke. “I’ll keep you warm.” He flirted. You rolled his eyes, he always put in a dirty joke when he could. “Stevie! Get in here I need a second opinion instead of this buffoon.” You called out to him. Soon he walked into the room and stood next to Slash. He looked at the options in one quick look. “Red one. Red one. Please.” He repeated. You gave him a look. “Fine, the black one.” He groaned a fake groan. “Thank you.” You replied. “NOOOOO!” Slash started to have a fake tantrum begging for you to change your mind. You put the dress back and hang the black one on the doorknob. “Wait you know actually…” You spoke to yourself and swapped the dresses places. The red one now hanging on the doorknob to the cupboard. “Slash can I use your leather jacket? You know the one that’s slightly brown and bleached. The one that should stink like shit but doesn’t.” You told him. He basically ran to get it and bowed in front of you with it. “Madam.” He spoke. “Okay, get out I need to change.” You told them. 

You got to the living room with your outfit on and some light makeup, they both wolf whistled at the same time. They were like your personal hype men. “You know the party isn’t for a few hours though?” Steven said. “Yeah.” You spoke. “I thought I could go scout out someone to go with to the party.” You explained. “Speed dating!” Steven exclaimed. Slash whipped his head to face Steven. They started to have a telepathic conversation. You were quite confused, but they soon explained that they’ll come with you on this trip and select guys they know to have a little date with you at a bar. You didn’t object, this would be a fun experience. You didn’t necessarily trust their judgement, but you trusted them enough that they wouldn’t introduce you to a serial killer. You headed to one of the more upstaged bar in town and made your seating on one the stools while Slash and Steven sat in a booth nearby. Slash went out to the phone next to the bar and called up someone. This happened a few times as the people weren’t really your type, (They hadn’t showered in months), or you just didn’t feel a spark between you two, (One guy got his feet out and asked you to massage them.). You sat down with an exasperated sigh at Slash and Steven’s booth. They were trying to think of another guy to call up. “Okay, next one I don’t care who. I’ll settle with. I’ve had enough of this.”  You said as you ran your hands through your hair in a way to prepare for the next man.  “Come on look at your game girl. We have to get you the right man.” Slash said. “You haven’t been very good at it.” You rolled your eyes, “What about musicians? You really know how to make their heels spin.” Slash suggested.  “Fine, but no bass players.” You warned. “What a shame, because Duff-…” Slash started but Steven nudged him in the stomach with his elbow. Slash began to cough up utters and uncertainties. “Because- uh,” he coughed, “He knows a lot of other sexy players, yeah, yeah.” He finished nervously. Steven facepalmed and laid his head on the table in defeat. “I wouldn’t mind having a date with Duff.” You said nonchalantly, as you took a sip of your second margarita. “YOU WHAT!?” They both howled in unison. “What, I’m just saying he’s fine.” You replied, “So, so fine.” You added. He was absolutely gorgeous, and him being a sweetheart and taller than a skyscraper added a lot more to the appeal. Thinking about Duff made you start thinking about Axl again. ‘Shit.’ You thought, you needed advice. “Changing the topic, I need help. There is this… one guy that I like. It’s a bit complicated.” You began. They were all ears. “So, we kissed, but then the next week he got a gf, but now they’re broken up and I don’t know what to do.” You explained. Slash was trying to think who it would be, but Steven got it immediately and his jaw was on the floor. “Nuh uh, nuh uh. Stay away from A-… That man.” Steven protested. “A… A…” Slash thought and repeated. Then the biggest gasp came out his body. “AXL!?” “SHHHHHHH” you put your hand on his mouth and shushed him. “When? What? WHY?” He started again after you parted your hand from his mouth. “I thought that broke your no dating rule?” Steven enquired. “That’s why I don’t know what to do!” You said. Slash put his hand on your shoulder and put on a serious face. Silence. “Do not. Go for. That ginger.” Slash said slowly. He was vouching for Duff but also being serious. Axl and dating didn’t always go good together. You guys talked more about it and ended on a, ‘Don’t speak to him unless spoken too.’ And ‘Try ignore him as much as possible, without making him lose his shit.’

You decided against continuing with Slash and Steven’s horrible suitors, even after Slash was begging you to try ‘this one guy’ he had in mind, you’d rather just get laid at the party than prebook someone at this point. It was about 9pm when you, Slash and Steven got there. It was a huge house that could probably fit the whole population of a micro country in it. Most of the people were guys from rock bands that are just forming and deputing. All the girls there were gorgeous but were getting their face eaten by some scum looking man. A song from Def Leppard’s ‘Pyromania’ album was playing as you walked in - you actually worked with them on it, but you were a manager in training -. Slash scattered, either looking for girls, booze or Duff. You and Steven began to slowly take in your surroundings. “Y/N? Is that you?” You heard a familiar voice, and all of a sudden you felt someone wrap their arms around you from behind and pick you up. You yelped in surprise and confusion. You looked back to see Richie. Richie Sambora, guitarist of Bon Jovi, and the familiar voice approached you from the front. The man of the hour, Jon Bon fucking Jovi. “Richie put her down!” Jon laughed. If your past-self wasn’t the one in full control you would have thrown yourself at him with no second thought. JON BON FUCKING JOVI. He put you down and smiled a greeting, and you did the same. Jon came to you and gave you a bear hug. “God, I missed you. How have you been?” He asked excitedly. “I’m doing okay.” You smiled and spoke as Richie leaned on your shoulder. “How are you and the rest doing? I haven’t had time to listen to your new record, I’m glad one of had the backbone to talk to management and get it out this early.” You spoke. “We’re doing great, the album’s really making us some money.” Jon replied. Steven whispered a soft “Who the fuck are these guys?” In your ear. You explained how you co-managed with some idiot on their first album back in 83’ and started going over silly stories about the tour. Steven and You soon started to talk about you going to manage Guns ‘n Roses, Richie said it was a ‘kickass name’. After a few topic changes, you began to wonder. “Hey, is David here tonight?” You asked as you tapped Jon the shoulder.  “I knew you’d ask that.” He replied. “Who?” Steven enquired. “Oh? So, you haven’t told them about your past dating life?” He raised his eyebrow with a smug smile. You rolled your eyes. “Why didn’t you bring this up at our gossip sessions!?” Steven was flabbergasted. “Yeah, N/N why didn’t you?” Richie teased. “Just tell me where he is.” You crossed your arms. “Over there somewhere.” Jon chuckled as he pointed. “Just don’t get too close! He might pounce on you when he sees you wearing that!” Richie yelled and teased as you began walking away. You and David were dating whilst you managed for Bon Jovi, which broke your first cardinal rule with bands, but it wasn’t established back then. Your relationship was great but had to fall out as your co manager thought it unruly and kicked you out simply for being a girl in the industry. The guys were furious as you did all the work and he mostly just sat back, and chain smoked all day. In the crowd of people, you saw a tall figure with jagged long hair, and everyone around him was laughing as he made jokes. David Bryan. 

Slash’s POV:

I had finally found Duff after making a few detours to get booze. He was in one of the corners by a useless arch in the middle of the room. “Hey dude.” I greeted to him and gave him a beer I bought with. “What we lookin’ at?” I asked. His eyes were focused on a particular point of the room. “That guy Y/N’s with.” Duff said, his eyes laser focused on the two. “Her and Stevie were talking to the guys over there. Well after one of them picked her up.” He said in a very serious tone as he pointed to where Steven was, talking to two other guys; one with dark long hair and bangs, and another; taller, lighter brown hair which was longer and puffier, and a crazy jawline. “Then she went to that guy after one of them pointed him out.” Duff was going all out detective on me. He was back to scanning and deciphering every little movement of her and this guy. He’s tall, about same height as Duff. But he seems funnier as she’s laughing and giggling at everything he’s saying. I took a swig of my drink looking around the party for some hot girls to pull, I was getting a bit tired of just looking at the two of them flirt with one another. I took a quick glance at Duff, and he was slowly and dramatically turning his head to face me. His mouth a gape. Once he did a full 90 degree he stopped. “Is that your jacket?” He spoke. “She asked for it!” I jumped to the defensive. Duff wouldn’t be mad at me but god, he could whoop my ass if I did something out of line. He could be a real mom sometimes.

-

“I need you to do a job for me.” I started to speak. “See that girl over there.” I pointed. He nodded in response. “Break the bitch’s heart. Somehow. I don’t care, just do it.” I finished and slipped him five dollars, and we began to make our way through the crowd. 

-

Second Person POV:

You and David were catching up on what has been happening these past years. Reminiscing on the memories when you were an item. Your stomach started to hurt as you were laughing your ass off with him. “Where’d you get this jacket?” He asked and started to play the material on the shoulder and slowly worked his way to play with the ends of your hair. You didn’t mind the occasional flirt he slipped in with you. You did that same. After you two broke up you knew that you wouldn’t get back together and it was a thing of the present, but flirting and going further weren’t necessarily off the table. “I borrowed it from Slash. He’s probably somewhere over there. You craned your neck to search over the crowd of people. “What do you date superheroes now? What kind of name is that?” He joked. You rolled your eyes. “What kind of basic name is David?” You gave him a look. “Touché.” He said. “For your information we’re not dating. He’s the lead guitarist of a band I’m managing.” You explained. You looked into the pool of people again, “Oh, he’s coming over here right now.” You said with surprise. “He’s the one with similar hair to you, before your straightened it and whatever that thing on your head is.” You teased. “Hey! Be nice!” He fought back and chuckled. Slash soon made it to the two of you in a rush. “Hey! Hey! Can I have my jacket back?” He asked frantically. “Yeah sure. It’s getting hot in here anyway.” You smiled. Unzipping the jacket, taking it off and handing it to him. “Thanks.” He replied and went back into the crowd again in a quick movement. “Woah…” David said. His hand placed on your forearm and the other hovering over your waist, but further away into the air. He eyed you up and down with his blue eyes. “Shit, you’re still smoking… Even more if that’s possible. Damn.” He lavished in your being. You blushed, it burned your cheeks. You kept plating off jokes to try calm down the hellfire that was riding on your skin.

“I’m gonna go get more drinks, you want?” You asked. “Yes, thanks doll.” He side hugged you. “Be back soon.” He said, and began to start a conversation with the people he was previously talking to. You made your way to one of the walls were drinks were served, it was surprisingly not that crowded, most of the people just came there to get stuff and got to their corners. You poured the unknown mixture of booze in two red solo cups, and as you were about to depart from the alcohol station you were surprised the person you were suggested not to interact with. Axl. “Who was that guy you were talking to you?” He didn’t look aggravated or any kind or indication that he was. What was he planning? Why talk to you now? Now in such a casual way? You weren’t that close anymore. “Doesn’t really matter, does it?” You didn’t care if you were seen as bitter and petty, you wanted him to know that what he did still bothered you, even if he was too thick to know what it was. He got annoyed at that response, but not at you, at David, and started to cuss him out. With disses like, ‘Oh what the fuck is that haircut.’ Or going off about his height. You just rolled your eyes and took sips of your drink not really listening to his rambling. But the last parts caught your attention, saying how ‘he knows a guy’ that is better than David and is more meant for you and how ‘look at you game girl’ because you deserved someone better instead of ‘Flirting with some rando at a party.’ You decided to respond to his drunken nonsense. “Oh? And who would that be?” You couldn’t believe a word out of his face. This wasn’t the Axl you knew, trying to set you up with someone else, you were going to call it and guess he was talking about himself.  “Let me get him. Hold on babe.” He said, and he stepped back slightly to look for this mystery man. Now you were intrigued. Will his taste be better than Slash and Stevens? Maybe this was some plot to make it seem better that he hurt you. Maybe he knew that other people in his life have feelings too. Finally, he might have realised that. But he quickly returned with another man next to him; a taller man, same height as Duff and David, long blonde hair. Absolutely charismatic by just his looks. “This is-…” “Seb!?” You cut Axl off. You handed your drinks to Axl and he confusedly took them and you jumped into the tall man’s arms for a hug. “Shit it actually is you!” He responded excitedly. Sebastian Bach, another one of your former partners. Not Bach like the composer from the 1700s. But like the guy that played Gil in Gilmore Girls. His large hands placed on both your forearms as he looked you up and down, only having a vague impression on what he was thinking. “That’s fucking radical man! Thanks Ax!” Sebastian said as he hit Axl on the forearm, but Axl being dazed and confused and Sebastian being slightly drunk and not knowing his own strength, threw the drinks slightly out of his hand and it spilled a bit. “Uh… you’re welcome.” Axl responded. “Ax how did you and Baz meet? I didn’t know you were literally friends with everyone” You directed to last part to Seb. You were too tipsy and too excited to show off and frustration towards Axl, and it was making your blood pump now that Axl is a similar situation like you were with Erin. “Here’s your money back dude.” Sebastian gave him five dollars but he hesitantly took it as he was still shocked and confused. You looked at both of them back and forth, puzzled, but before you could ask questions David appeared from the wall of people. “Hey! I was wondering what was taking you so long.” He said with a smile as he approached. Then he proceeded to do a fake dramatized scene saying things along the lines ‘You left me to take to other guys’ but he was just joking around and he chuckled softly.

You, David and Sebastian were having a good time, tossing jokes and stories left right and centre. Axl had left, with a generic excuse, or he didn’t? You couldn’t remember, you didn’t really care. Before he left it was quite funny to see him surrounded by your two over 6-foot ex boyfriends towering over him as they casually talked and he just stood there. Finally, he wasn’t the big and intimidating one in the picture. “Oh, my fucking god...” You heard a loud huff from someone. It was Steven. “Your- your. Friend Jon oggly boogly, whatever the fuck his name is- He’s so jacked at beer pong. You need to see this.” He said as he panted excitedly. You all followed Steven to a pool table surrounded by people, there were red cups lined up on the table in strange patterns, and all the pool balls were lined up on one of the sides. Jon was the only one of that side, holding a pool stick in hand, getting ready to hit the ball closest to him. He hit it and it landed in one of the cups, people cheered, then he did a chain of hitting a ball, then hitting another and another, all in a line, and they all landed in respective cups. People cheered and applauded. David was one of the loudest ones, and went over to congratulate him. You and Sebastian did too, but David and Baz were much louder and energetic, even though Sebastian had never met him. That’s just the kind of guy he was; all in for the action. Sebastian soon joined you, as you were spectating the scene. David and Jon were off bonding and David really tried to beat Jon at his epic party trick. You and Baz talked about this band he’s in and that he’s wrote a few songs about you, well it was already written, but it was fine-tuned, and then that sparked new songs to be written.

Meanwhile, Steven was on his way to relay some information he had found out to his buddy Slash.

“Slash! Slash! Slash!” Steven yelled and panted as he got to Slash. Duff was next to him chatting but they both stop talking and looked at Steven. Steven the whispered things in Slash’s ear, but that didn’t help as Slash repeated what he said in a yell. “She’s fucked them before!?” He yelled but Steven covered his mouth and looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. “Who now?” Duff asked. “Those two guys over there, were in another band she worked with.” Steven explained in a calm voice to Slash. “And. Don’t go crazy. Those two. Are her ex boyfriends.” Steven said and there was a pause as he took his hand away from Slash’s mouth. Silence. Slash’s mouth was a gape. “And she didn’t tell us!?” He yelled. Steven rolled his eyes at Slash screaming. “That’s what I’m saying!” Steven joined in but not as loud as Slash. “What the hell are you guys on about?” Duff asked. Slash and Steven looked at each other with grimaces. “It doesn’t matter.” They said in unison. They didn’t want Duff to worry about his ‘little’ crush. “Slash have you told Duff what Y/n said today?” Steven asked, just remembering what she said about him. “OH SHIT NO!” he yelled excitedly and turned to Duff to debrief the situation.

While that was being discussed you and Sebastian were getting slightly bored on the other side of the room watching other people getting hammered. 

He suggested to go explore this mansion this party was being held in and you easily agreed. You wandered around each hallway and floor. You had hold Seb back physically when you two came into the garage and he saw all the fancy cars standing there. He did somehow manage to get keys to one of the cars and began to drive it in the humongous garage. He did however instantly stop as he nearly drove into the garage door. You two searched through the rest of the floors and rooms. They were all virtually deserted as most people were outside on one the main floor. You then came across an at home movie theatre and put on some nonsensical movie and just shouted at the screen. Seb also ran through the aisles and played hide and seek with you, sometime parkouring his way over the seats. But he was too tall, and his long blonde hair was easy catch on the eye in the dark. “Oh shit, hide!” You heard him whisper shout. You had just caught him jumping from one aisle to another, but he grabbed your arm and took you with him to the ground. Someone had opened the door the theatre. You stayed in silence for a bit on the floor, looking at each other, but the more you looked into each other’s eyes the more you just wanted to laugh. The Movie had been switched off and you heard footsteps coming closer. It then stopped. And then got quieter, heading to the door and the out of the room. There was a pause as you looked into each other’s eyes. Your faces so close together. His breath on yours. Your faces drawing closer. Both of you started to burst out laughing.

After crying and laughing on the floor you got up and began exploring more. This time it was you having to hide, and Sebastian had to find you. It was nearly midnight at this point, and you were close enough to the main aide of the party to hear that they were playing Van Halen. You were hiding in one of the rooms in the corridor that lead to the main party area.  Seb was peaking in the room next to where you were. You sneakily opened to door, you looked to where he was. Most of his body past the door and his head not visible as he was peering into the room next to yours. You tiptoed away from the room you were in and then began to run down the hallway. But Seb was quick to be on your tail. You both laughed as you were running. You were soon met with the end of the hallway, it did turn to the right and followed down, but you didn’t calculate that and so now you were against the wall just look at Seb run towards you. It did make you laugh harder as he was so close to you but then tripped over his own feet. His hand landed on either side of you on the wall as he tried to catch himself. The laughter stopped and he looked up at you after having a small pause to look down at the position he was in. Looking into each other’s eyes again. The world around you started to fade away. Getting butterflies again. This was just like how it was whne you dated before, and he was even more gorgeous. His hazel eyes starring into yours, his taller figure moving closer to your smaller one. Your faces getting closer. Lips tingling. Warm breaths mingling. He looked at your lips then back into your eyes, asking for permission. You nodded and his lips drew closer to yours. Painstakingly slow. You softly closed your eyes, waiting for the familiar feel of his kiss. Bout it was quickly stopped as both of you shot your heads to the side at the sound of one of the doors opening revealing a random man. He looked at you two and you looked back. He was only in his underwear and a tie around his neck and had a gullible look on his face. He took the tie off his neck and put it on the doorknob, and quietly but quickly going back into the room and closing the door. You both you looked back at each other in slow motion and then broke down in the laughter for the hundredth time today. You didn’t finish what you two started but went down the other corridor towards the party. 

On the other side of the party Slash, Steven and Duff were in deep conversation. “And then! And then! Get this.” Slash spoke. “She said, ‘I’m just saying he’s fine’! and then said, ‘so, so fine.’! YOU HAVE CHANCE MY BROTHER.” He continued. “Are you sure? Like sure, sure?” Duff asked. “Yes man. I was there too!” Steven piped in. “Look she’s over there. If you’re close enough now you can get a new year’s kiss.” Slash said to Duff with a scheming expression on his face. “Yeah, but look, that guy is talking to her.” Duff pointed out. You and Sebastian were standing on the other side of the room, closet to the doors that lead to a big balcony where you basically see the rest of L.A. “Well, if you don’t do it. Then I’ll take that opportunity.” Slash said, eyeing you from a far. Duff gave him a death stare. That comment sent Duff to go make his move.

It was now a few seconds to midnight, people have started to count down. The song over the speakers was now ‘Why Can’t This Be Love’ by Van Halen. You and Sebastian were slowly swaying together to the song, looking at each other and looking out to the balcony where the lights of the city were scattered like stars. The countdown was now at 10 seconds. ‘10’ the crowd of people said in unison. Seb put his hand on your hip and pulled you closer him. ‘9’. Duff and the two others make their way through the crowd of people. ‘8’. You put your arms around Sebastian’s neck. ‘7’. Slash stopped to get a drink. ‘6’. Sebastian whispered a corny joke in your ear. ‘5’. You laughed and he held you closer. ‘4’. He whispered in your ear. ‘3’ what he said made your face burn hot. ‘2’ A random woman snatched Duff from the crowd and started to make out with him. ‘1’ Sebastian pulled you closer and kissed you. You quickly kissed him back. Your lips slowly crashing together and both of you trying to desperately get closer to each other. The fireworks in going off in the background made the spark between the two of you burn hotter. After finally letting go of each other, looking over to the sparks of colourful lights explode in the sky outside of the balcony. You two went closer to the doors to get a wider look at the landscape of L.A exploding with fireworks. Him holding you close by his one hand on your hip, whispering another innuendo in your ear, you agreed flirtatiously. As you were about to rush off to one of the bedrooms you were called by a familiar voice that resided from the balcony. Axl. ‘For fuck sake again?’ You thought. You weren’t going to let him ruin another hook up again. You excused yourself to Sebastian and he gladly waited for you. You walked to the balcony where Axl stood by the railing, as you were close enough, he began to speak. “Hey listen-…” He started but you cut him off. “No you listen here. I don’t know what sad fucking game you’re playing at, but leave me out of it.” You said to him sternly. There was a pause, he was shocked at the response and then began to retaliate. “I’m only tryna be a good friend and look out for you! No need to be a bitch!” He yelled back. You wanted to slap him off the railing so bad. “What friend? We haven’t been friends ever since you thought it was a good idea to leave me out to dry like I’m some sort of prostitute to you?” you said without skipping a beat. “Is this about Erin?” He asked with distain. “No, it’s not about fucking Erin. It’s about you. You dating her and not even a week after we kissed. Did that even matter to you? Do you even remember it? Or is your brain still attached to your dick like always.” You responded, all these emotions were about to make you cry. But you held back. You wanted him to be the one that cries. “Yeah but-…” He tried to retaliate but you shut his responses down quickly until he was a bumbling fool. “Just. Just shut up. I’m not going to let you ruin another night for me.” You said. You walked away from him mumbling the words ‘Fucking narcissist’, under your breathe as you left him standing on the balcony.

You got to Sebastian, and he took your hand leading to who knows which bedroom. Duff on the other hand had finally got that chick off him, and tried looking for you but when he caught a glimpse of you. Slash covered his eyes. He tried fighting Slash off but Slash didn’t want Duff to see you being lead off with some other guy to do you know what.

Richie Sambora(left), Jon Bon Jovi(right) From Bon Jovi

David Bryan From Bon jovi

Sebastian Bach from Skid Row

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[munsonsduchess]

Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire

summary: on a girls night out you meet someone unexpected w/c: 1,708 warnings: mentions of cheating, alcohol consumption (drink responsibily), p in v sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of the word pussy and cock, taking a stranger home a/n: so the bar mentioned here does actually exist, it's called Ballie Ballersons and they have locations in london and edinburgh and it's a lot of fun on a night out. we're also suspending disbelief and saying that there is no cost of living crisis and it's entirely capable for two people to rent a nice flat in central london and be able to y'know eat and go on nights out and stuff

(moodboard by me)

It hadn’t been your idea to go out tonight. You’d planned for a nice quiet evening on the sofa, the whole flat to yourself since Emma had gone to the fringe following some lad she’d met in a bar who she’d become besotted by. 

You’d settled in and had been browsing for somewhere to order dinner from when the group chat light up and sent out the bat signal. Lucy’s awful boyfriend, who you’d never liked anyway, had dumped her over Snapchat as it turns out he’d been seeing someone else on the side the entire time. So you’d abandoned the sofa, got dressed according to what everyone else was wearing and jumped on a train. 

Which is how you found yourself in a ballpit in a bar in Shoreditch. You’d all had neon face painting done when you arrived, matching of course, and someone had booked a VIP table which you were immensely grateful for, your shoes were cute, not practical and standing all night was not on your agenda. It wasn’t on anyone’s agenda really, especially since Denise had already pre booked an Uber home for everyone announcing to the group chat via voice message that the mission for tonight was to get as legless as possible as quickly as possible. 

Some of the girls had all congregated together before coming out and done pres but you’d insisted on eating something first. There was no way you’d survive the night without lining your stomach first. The days of being able to go out drinking all day and all night and still show up for an 8:00am class were very much behind you now.   

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As the DJ blasted out “Dancing Queen” you’d all ended up downing your drinks for a group selfie and dancing in the larger mirrored ball pit. It was turning into one of those nights where you hadn’t planned on being out but you knew it was a great decision to answer the call. 

You were looking around for your group, trying to find someone and let them know you needed the loo when your cute, practical shoe stood on a rogue ball and you ended up laying flat on your back amongst the rest. It didn’t hurt and you were just laughing to yourself, of course you’d be the one who ended up falling over. 

As you tried to right yourself you couldn’t quite get your footing, little bit tricky when you were tipsy in a ball pit. That’s when you saw a man’s hand being offered to you, you grabbed hood gratefully and felt yourself being pulled up. Once upright you came face to face with a boy your own age with unruly curly hair and honestly the brownest eyes you’d ever seen,

“Y’alright?” he asked smiling, “I saw you go down, figured you could use a hand”

“I’m good thanks, couldn’t quite get my footing under there” you laughed, he was cute so you figured there was no harm in flirting a little. Although you couldn’t quite place his accent, you’d ask about it later maybe if you remembered,

“It’s a bit tricky” he smiled back, “are you out by yourself?” 

“There’s a group of us, somewhere” you scanned the ball pit and saw Jess at the far end chatting to one of the bouncers, “bit of a crisis in the group chat this evening so we all headed out” you we’re about to say something else when the boy spoke again,

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Please”

“I’m not usually this forward, I just thought you were stunning and my mate kept telling me I should talk to you and stop being a wimp”

“Well then I guess it’s my lucky night” 

You both introduced yourself, the boy’s name being Tom from Cornwall who was up in London staying with some friends for a while.

You left the ballpit, gesturing to Jess on the way out that you were with Tom so if anything went pear shaped at least you knew someone would be able to come and save you. Or if things went well that someone knew you were gone and who you were gone with. 

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With the rest of the girls on the dance floor or in the ball ours the booth you’d booked was free for you and Tom to sit and chat and get to know one another. You talked about the usual things, where you lived, where you worked, where you went to school. Then previous relationships came up and you noticed Tom seemed to not be as comfortable,

“I’ve not really seen anyone in the last few years. It’s all been causal y’know” he said, “just feeling my way” 

“Did something happen to you then?” you couldn’t help but ask, Tom seemed like a nice enough guy so you couldn’t imagine why it would be hard for him to find someone who wanted to be serious 

“Yeah. Things ended with the girl I’d been with for three years, I loved her but she didn’t love me back” he said with a sad smile,

“That’s awful. Well, her loss is my gain” you grinned moving closer to  him, “I mean, if you’re ok with running through London with a stranger” 

“Shouldn’t that be my line?” Tom laughed, his hand on your arm now

“You don’t seem so strange to me” by this point you were practically sitting in his lap, Tom didn’t seem to mind and closed the space between you kissing you gently, “let me find someone and tell them I’m not getting in the Uber home” 

“Sure. I’ll let my mates know the same thing” 

You found Amy first by the bar and let her know you were heading out. She laughed and demanded you put all the details in the group chat the next morning. She also made sure you were planning on keeping your location on. Just in case. 

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You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been with someone where it felt this fun, like you weren’t worried about faking it to make it end quicker, telling the person you finished when you didn’t just so they’d leave. 

Being with Tom felt like a whole new experience. He took his time to learn the curves of your body. Kissing his way across your chest, along your stomach, he spent what felt like an hour between your thighs, his tongue, his mouth, felt like heaven. It really seemed like he was the type of man who got off on getting his partner off. 

Tom’s hands grabbed your hips as he practically ground your pussy into his face, his nose rubbing against your clit as he ate like a man sentenced to die would eat his last meal. 

You knew he was bound to be hard, you’d felt it pressing against you while you’d gotten the tube home but he made no effort to relieve himself in any way. By the third time you’d cum from his mouth and fingers alone you wondered if he wasn’t in pain from denying himself relief all this time. 

If you’d thought Tom’s skill began and ended with oral you’d have been sorely mistaken. After grabbing a condom from your bathroom he returned, oftentimes a man can look ridiculous standing bare with just a condom on but Tom didn’t seem to worry too much about how he looked. 

When he sank into you it felt just as good if not better than when he was going down on you. A lot of men put stock in how big they are, exaggerating on their size and prowess but again all Tom seemed to be focused on was making you feel good. 

The tip of his cock brushed against your g spot with every thrust. He laid kisses on every inch of you he could reach, it was almost like making love instead of just fucking. You could tell Tom was the sort of person who wanted to experience all kinds of intimacy and it was obvious in the way he paid attention to your needs, constantly asking if you were ok, if something felt good. 

It was honestly one of the best experiences you’d ever had. Tom also made sure that you’d cum multiple times again before he finished inside the condom. It was something you’d never experienced with a partner, only by yourself. 

Him coming back with a warm washcloth after he’d stripped the condom off in the bathroom was new as well. Honestly you couldn’t believe a boy like this was real. 

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You woke the next morning and expected to feel someone else in the bed next to you but instead heard someone rustling about in the living room. 

After throwing something on so you wouldn’t flash the neighbours you saw Tom looking around your living room for something,

“Lost something?” You asked, leaning against the doorway,

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you. I can’t find my train ticket, I was gonna wake you when I found it” Tom said, looking sheepish 

“Oh. I mean. Yeah sure, but you know Uber eats delivers and I would murder an Egg and Bacon McMuffin. Unless you don’t want Maccas? We can go into town if you like” one the one hand you weren’t sure Tom would want to stay with you, he has told you last night he’d only been doing casual since his last relationship but last night felt … different so you kind of hoped he would. 

“Into town?” Tom asked, confused. 

“For breakfast” you smiled hopefully, you kind of hoped he was going to stay after all. 

“Actually, I’d murder a bacon and egg muffin myself” he returned you smile you honestly felt your stomach flutter at the prospect,

“That’s what I hoped you’d say”

It left you both with around thirty minutes to kill while the driver picked up your food and brought it around. When the knock on the door did come you both had to do your best not to laugh while the driver handed the food off to Tom and pointedly looked everywhere but at the very shiny lower half of Tom’s face. 

All in all a very successful night out but an even more successful morning after. 

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