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[redcoralpot]

U Malatu - Mike Schmidt x M! Reader

Summary: Mike gets a call back on the ad he had sent out for a new babysitter for Abby. While they were interested in the job, Mike was more than interested in them.

Warnings: NSFW content (masturbation), and mentions of murder.

Word Count: 1.55K

Notes: Consider this a gift for the gay Mike simps!!

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Mike had expected nothing of it, really. He had paid a newspaper company a few dollars to display ads for a babysitter in their daily papers; a last ditch attempt before starting his new job at a local pizzeria. He was working the night shifts, and with his office being in the middle of a highly dangerous, abandoned building, he hesitated in bringing his little sister along. Abby was only ten years old– who knows what she would get into?

So, when his phone rang with a call from an unknown number, Mike immediately answered, “Hello?”

Radio silence from the other end. His mother always had warned him about spam. 

His finger hovered over a red button, ready to end the call, when a noise froze any movement, “Um… are you Mike Schmidt?”

“Yeah, this is him.”

The caller cleared their throat, “Okay, so, I’m calling about a babysitting ad I saw at a local diner; I’m interested. Is it possible for us to meet there to discuss details?”

“Woah, hold on. What’s your name?” Mike questioned, folding his jacket over a chair.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll meet you outside of Sparky’s at four o’clock. I’m looking forward to it!”

“Wait–” That was the only thing he could respond with before the line cut out, and his home screen went back to normal.

Suspicious. Maybe he should have gone a different route than dropping the opportunity of watching over a vulnerable child into just anyone’s hands, but it was too late to turn back now. Sparky’s was a public place, at least, so this person would not be able to hurt Mike without getting caught. If he got any weird feelings from them, he’d immediately call it off and go home. 

Mike glanced at the oven clock, ticking away at time like it was nothing. Currently, it was only three, and the drive to the popular diner was only fifteen minutes away. Well, shit. He was too desperate to pass this up, not with the court constantly watching his back. Mike groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose, dreading his first shift already.

He ended up needing that extra time to get Abby comfortable enough for him to leave, and oh, how stubborn she was. Mike had to carry her over his shoulder just to get her into her bedroom, where she had plenty of sensory toys and items to occupy herself with. Additionally, Mike had put extra care into making sure she had the opposite too, such as noise canceling headphones in case the neighbor decided to mow his lawn again. The last time he saw her, she was huddled up on her desk again, using crayons to draw scribbly pictures of her imaginary friends. Yeah, imaginary. They weren’t real, as much as Abby claimed they were.

By the time he had gotten in the car, started it, and driven to Sparky’s, he was five minutes late. Yet, from his windshield, he could see a man in a quirky uniform sitting outside the main doors. Mike couldn’t see the details of the stranger– he needed to get his eyes checked– but he witnessed them flinch at the sound of his car door slamming. As he approached, the man jumped up with a sparkle in their eye, and held out a hand.

“Mike Schmidt?”

He didn’t shake it, causing the hand to fall awkwardly to your side, “Yeah.”

“Uh, anyways, I saw your ad. The diner hands out a paper full of ads with their menus, you see, and yours caught my eye.”

“You mentioned that.”

The man had a lopsided grin on his face, and you chuckled; the sound sent a spark up Mike’s spine, “Yes, yes I did. I make decent money, but I’m also looking for a bit of a side job too. Babysitting was on the top of my list, ‘cause I love kids.”

“Do you have any actual experience with it?”

“I was a babysitter for my first job in highschool,” he rambled, “my favorite kid was a little boy from a local daycare. His mom said he got diagnosed with autism and she needed extra help taking care of him during the evenings. He was a delight!”

“Why did you stop?”

“Ah, it’s a shame. Fritz, the little guy, was one of the kids that went missing at a pizzeria a while back. His mom was never the same after that, and I felt guilty that I wasn’t there.” You shuffled closer to the doors, shoulders tense.

“A pizzeria?”

You shrugged, “It got shut down soon after that. I guess when a couple of kids disappear into thin air in a restaurant, parents aren’t keen on bringing their children there anymore.”

Mike opened his mouth, ready to ask another question, but you stopped him, “Listen, I gotta go, this was my break. You have my number, right?”

He nodded, and you replied with your pinky and thumb sticking out of a fist, held to your ear. Mike watched as you disappeared into the diner, curiosity and another, more unknown feeling creeping up his chest. He remembered it so well, looking back on it.

-

Nowadays, Abby loves you. Mike could lean on the doorway, and a smile would tug on the corners of his lips as he watched you make shapes with your hands. A light was set in her room specifically for this purpose, as the shadows cast would mimic whole storylines. His little sister would view it in glee; the tales always accompanied by voice acting, your doing. Mike even started, in the back of his mind, to prefer the idea of spending the night like that instead of in front of a collection of security cameras. He observed your hands, how your body moved, your face, and more embarrassingly, your lips.

Mike studied how gentle and sickeningly sweet your voice was when you praised Abby, but also the stern expression that played in your eyes when she misbehaved. You would glance up at him sometimes, the manner still stained, and a heady feeling would slam into his brain. The experience always only lasted a few seconds, when his little sister would grumble again, and you were pulled back towards her. Frankly, there were times when Mike wished you would continue, though he’d never admit it. He pushed it down with everything else.

Alas, that can only work for so long– a man has needs. Those needs surface at the worst possible time, and for Mike, that was on his endless night shift at the pizzeria. He cursed under his breath, feeling his dick straining against his jeans. The feeling of your hand manhandling him out of his own front door was imprinted on his shoulder, even if his uniform vest covered it. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down his spine, and he closed his eyes as his eyebrows scrunched together.

“F-fuck.” He whispered. 

His seat shook as Mike shifted in it, fidgeting, unable to focus on the bright screens on his desk. The more he tried ignoring it, the more depraved thoughts infected his head. A finger trailed up the seam of his pants, his breath hitching, where it finally landed on the button holding it all together. Mike bit his lip and unbuttoned it, a whine escaping him as he palmed himself. 

He imagined it was you that was doing it, your strong palm cupping his crotch as easily as you did a mug at home. He snaked fingers into his boxers, sliding himself out of the top, and rested his forehead against the wood under the cameras. His dick twitched at the movement, and he brushed against the tip. Mike huffed as he slid his hand down, and then up, repeating; spreading precum as it came out. What else could you do with that strength?

Could you manhandle him on his hands and knees? You could, he knew, and you would trail your hands down his body. So very gentle, so very kind, for what you were about to do. You could hold his hips still to prevent him from thrusting up into your hand, as he whimpered in complaint. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he felt the stickiness grow in his hand; you could call him the most pathetic things and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. A pet, a slut, a little whore.

Mike let out a quiet moan, “Please…”

He’d face away from you as you thrust your own against his cock, not even earning the privilege to look at you. You would treat him as only a toy to use, whenever, and however you wanted. His ass would be red from how hard your skin slapped against his; the sting only sending down zaps of pleasure. You wouldn’t even bother taking off your own clothes, only his. 

“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” you’d grunt.

That same heady feeling slammed into Mike again, but this time was different– this time it was accompanied by a white flash in front of his eyes. His body seized upwards, drool smearing against the desktop. The guard felt warmth drip down his palm, onto his pants and the floor. For the first time in what felt like forever, he let out a deep, shaky breath. 

The stain was going to be hard to explain.

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[thebearer]

i looooove the way you wrote carmys casual dominance over the reader in the feeling. could you write something else that has that same vibe? like him being protective/ dominant over her while they’re around the rest of the crew?

ahhh thank you so much!!! the casual dominance was a must for me with carmy it just makes me weak in the knees lol.

"Why don't you let me help you?" You hummed, leaning over Carmen's shoulder, watching as he expertly cut the onions. "I can handle spaghetti sauce."

Carmen scoffed lightly, looking up at you under heavy brows, still chopping furiously- much faster than anything you could. "I got it." He nodded.

Your face fell slightly, stepping back to stand beside him. Carmen invited you to family every night before the restaurant opened, it was sometimes the only time you'd see him until that night when he'd collapse into bed next to you. It was the busy season, summer and tourist time, meaning everyone wanted to come to the infamous restaurant.

Carmen's chest flooded with a pang of guilt at your small frown. Fuck, maybe he'd been too mean. "'m sorry, baby. Here, I have prep to do. Can you put this in the pan for me? Start it."

The tiny smile that curled on your lips made Carmen's heart skip in his chest. "Yes, Chef." You hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek, snagging the diced onions and sliding them into the pan.

You'd seen Carmen make it enough to know how to make this recipe. Canned tomato sauce, oregano, onions- you measured them, adding it all easily.

"Woah-ho-ho, look who we got here." Richie cackled, turning the corner, ignoring Sydney's screams to announce it. "We got a new chef on the roster?"

You rolled your eyes, snagging the can opener and pressing the handles together. "Yeah, I'm your replacement, Richie."

Richie's face fell slightly. He knew you were joking but a part of him worried. "Cousin, what's this, huh?"

"She's just helping, alright? Get outta the way." Carmen nodded, slicing the beef easily. His eyes watched you, flicking from his task back to you.

"Hey," Carmen called, a firm snap of the tongue that had you turning to him. "Put the hair back, baby. No one wants a hair in their food."

"Yeah, c'mon." Richie added, snickering as you snagged the hair tie off your wrist. "Gonna replace me and she don't even know how to cook right-"

"Hey, easy, cousin." Carmen's eyes were hard, glaring at Richie, the whirr of his knife sliding across the cutting board adding a dangerous edge.

Richie held his hands up in mock defense. "My apologies, your fucking majesties." He scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, moving onto the next step on the card, pouring the cans of sauce in easily and stirring, giving the side of the pan a firm tap with the spoon to get the excess off. Reaching for the knob to turn the heat up, Carmen's hands were on your waist before you could.

"Here, baby," Carmen rasped, pulling you back slightly. "Gotta loose shirt on, so you gotta stay back, alright? Tuck it in or something for me. I don't want it catchin' on fire." He muttered, hand sliding over the hem of your shirt, pressing it gently against you.

"Actually, go find an apron, ok? I'l get this started. I don't want you gettin' anything on ya." Carmen nodded towards the back.

"Yes, Chef." You saluted him playfully, passing the spoon to him.

Carmen watched you walk towards his office, stirring the ingredients before turning on the stove. He let the flame on a low flicker, reaching in his pocket for his own cigarettes, fishing one out and lighting it under the pilot light.

"Chef," Carmen called, catching Sydney as she turned the corner. "You got it?"

"I got it." Sydney nodded.

"Great, I'll be in my office." Carmen walked off, finding you in his office, lazily looking through the papers on his desk.

"Anything good?" He asked, leaning against the door, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"What is spicy Moroccan carrot salad?" You tilted your head, reading Carmen's sloppy handwriting scribbled on the notecard.

"A side Sydney thinks would go good with the flounder we're getting in." Carmen hummed, blowing the smoke out the door before shutting it behind him.

He sunk down in his chair, patting his lap for you to sit with him. "Thanks f' helpin' me with family tonight." Carmen muttered, arms around your waist, bumming the cigarette in the tray. "Shouldn't be too long tonight."

You hummed, leaning back into his chest, head lulling back so you could look at him. "Not too long like I should wait up for you or...?"

Carmen snorted lightly. "I'll be home before midnight. Sydney and Marcus are closing tonight." He sighed, pressing a tiny kiss on your shoulder.

"Good," You grinned, turning so you were straddling him, your core rocking over his, covered by the aprons.

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[ddejavvu]

Movie Stars - Eddie Munson x Reader

WC: 5K / navi / preview / request

Summary: Distracting Jason Carver means a lot of flirting, and Eddie isn't too happy about seeing his best friend hanging off of the star basketball player. Jealousy ensues, but will it ruin your friendship?

Contents/Warnings: Jealous!Eddie, arguments, silent treatment, Eddie is angry for a bit, fluff, angst, angst to fluff, fluffy ending, tooth rotting fluff, best friends to lovers

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

"Fuck," Eddie hisses, telltale sound of Jason Carver's booming voice bidding goodbye to his friends already starting down the hallway, "He's coming!"

Eddie hasn't finished the note he's scribbling yet, the prank being your idea after Jason dumped a carton of milk over Eddie's van just the day prior. Sitting out in the hot sun, his van reeked.

The note says something along the lines of 'Meet me under the bleachers tonight at midnight ;)', and Eddie takes care to use his fanciest calligraphy handwriting to make it seem adoring. You know Jason will fall hook, line, and sinker for the secret admirer gag, because his ego is through the roof and he's desperate for a girlfriend.

Your plan will land Jason shivering under the bleachers tonight, sprawled out over the dewy grass before he finally realizes no one's coming. You're hoping he ends up too tired for the game tomorrow night, and without their star player, the Hawkins High basketball team won't stand a chance.

You can hear the squeak of Jason's sneakers on the linoleum, thinking quick and dashing down the hallway.

"Hurry!" You hiss to Eddie, patting him on the shoulder hastily and nearly rocketing into the basketball star as you round the corner.

"Woah!" He steadies you, but looks rather unimpressed when he recognizes you, "What do you want, Y/L/N?"

"I- I was wondering if I could talk to you," You dip your head down slightly, making your eyes appear shinier as your lashes flutter prettily.

"About?"

"About," You drag the word out, sidestepping so that he can't duck around you, "Your game tomorrow! I'm really excited to see you play."

Jason's brow furrows, "You're coming?"

"Of course!" You keep your voice light and airy, a lovesick lilt to it that hurts to enforce, "I love watching you play."

"I thought you were Munson's girl," Jason narrows his eyes accusatorily at you, "Why aren't'cha hangin' with the freak?"

"We're just friends," Saying that is more painful than anything you've had to spew at Jason so far, but you try not to dwell on your underlying feelings for your best friend, "I.. I think you're really cool, Jason."

You almost puke. Inflating Jason's ego is easier than it looks, but it's sickening to watch him puff up with pride, a sick smirk sliding over his slimy face.

"Finally comin' around," He drawls, reaching a bold arm around your waist to drag you close to him. You stumble backwards slightly, your form now visible from the hallway, but not his. All that's visible from Eddie's position is you, Jason's arm around your waist and your hands pressing against what he's sure is Jason's chest to steady you.

"Oh!' You let out a surprised squeak, seeing Eddie's mane of brown hair bob down the hallway as he sprints for the exit, "Um, I'm sorry Jason, but I've gotta go!"

"But I thought-"

"See you tomorrow for the big game," You smile placatingly at him from against his chest, patting it softly as you untangle yourself, "I'm sure you'll play great!"

You're off and running before he could chase you, and you ignore his confused calls of your name. You follow where Eddie had gone, slipping out of the hallway doors and squinting when the sun hurt your eyes.

You spot Eddie no problem, your best friend stalking towards his van in the parking lot. A bright grin spreads over your face as you sprint towards him, knocking into his shoulder lightly as you join him.

"It worked!" You let out a celebratory cheer, an incredulous laugh lacing your words, "I didn't think-"

"Stop." Eddie snaps, pushing you gently away from where you'd been butting against his side.

"I.." You flounder for something to say, "I'm sorry, Eddie, did I hurt you, or-"

"I'm fine." Eddie refuses to meet your eye, his voice still cold and stretched thin, "I gotta go."

"So do I," You giggle carefully, "You wanna watch a movie or something?" You finally get a good look at his face and his eyes are raging, something that makes your chest tight. His jaw is tight and you long to brush a finger over it, easing its tension. But you don't.

You reach his van and tug expectantly at the handle but he brushes your hand away, ducking into the driver's seat, "No, Y/N, I have to go. Not you. I can't give you a ride today."

"Oh." You feel your stomach shift uncomfortably, a strange sinking feeling in its pit, "I thought.. but- but everyday, you-"

"Not today." He simply states, checking his mirrors to avoid your eye, "Bye."

"Bye," You hardly manage to answer, stepping back as his van roars to life. You watch him peel out of the parking lot with tears stinging at your eyes, then you hear the door open behind you.

"Y/N?" It's Jason's voice, and it grates irritatingly at your ears, "Who you waiting for?"

"No one." You mumble quietly, the realization saddening you, "I.. I've gotta go."

"Lemme give you a ride." He offers, and you expect a sleazy smirk on his face when you turn. Instead it's a soft furrow of his brow, concern etched into his annoying features.

"It's okay," You shake your head, "I.. I should just walk."

"You live, like, ten minutes from here, by car." Jason scoffs, "Come on, Y/N."

"No," You insist, "Really, it's fine. Thank you for the offer, Jason." You step back when he starts for you, frustration taking over his face, "I'll enjoy walking."

"Whatever." Jason rolls his eyes, "Y'know, I was trying to be nice to you. 'Thought you were all over me a few minutes ago."

"Just go," You grit your teeth, already starting down the street for home, "'See you tomorrow, I guess."

You hear him mumble something under his breath, and it sounds suspiciously like, 'not sure if I want to.' But you don't care, because you don't want to see him either, and he takes off in his car only a minute later, leaving you in the dust to walk alone.

For convenience's sake, you probably should have let him drive you. But you'd rather eat mud than let Jason Carver drive you home, giving him your address and ten minutes alone with you in an enclosed space.

When you finally make it home almost an hour later, your feet are killing you. You'd never realized how far you actually lived from the school, ten minutes in Eddie's van while he talked your ear off and blasted music seeming like mere seconds, over too soon.

Worry spikes in your chest at the reminder of Eddie's foul mood earlier. Did someone say something to him outside? Did he get caught by a teacher? Did he have detention?

Then you remember his eagerness to leave. Was he in trouble? Did he get hurt? Was there an emergency?

Against your body's desperate pleas for rest, you reluctantly keep your shoes on, tossing your backpack onto the couch. You'll get an earful from your parents later about the dirty bag on their clean furniture, but Eddie is more important than a lecture, and you set out again.

The sun is beating down on you as you trek to the trailer park, and it takes you even longer to get there than it had to get home. You're sluggish and sweaty when you finally traipse up the stairs to Eddie's trailer, knocking sharply on the door.

"Eddie?" You call, peering in a window to see the lights in his room on, "Eddie, open up!"

No reply. You shift on your feet, the soles of them aching, "Eddie, it's hotter than balls out here! Please just let me in!"

You hear light shuffling from behind the door, then a lock clicks, and Eddie stands unimpressed in front of you, the door swung open.

"What do you need?" He glares at you, his rotten behavior a complete 180 from his usual bubbly disposition. He gets a good look at your flushed, sweaty face, "Jesus, did you come from hell?"

"Almost," You grimace at the reminder of nearly being in Jason Carver's car, "Let me in."

You move to brush past Eddie but he sidesteps you, keeping you on the porch. Your lips part indignantly, "Eddie!"

"You can't come in." He grumbles, his brows low over his eyes, "Just go home, Y/N."

"I just walked here for an hour," You seethe, "And I did it because I was worried about you. Let me in, dickhead."

He scoffs unimpressed at you, and your heart stings. It's not the first time he's been cross with you, but it's the first time you don't know what you've done, and it hurts to know that he's being this cold.

He finally steps out of the way, and you head instantly for the kitchen. You rummage through a few plastic cups, pulling out your favorite one and filling it with water. While you're chugging it Eddie sits atop the counter, watching you warily.

"So fuckin' messy," He chides, his voice still sharp, "Get over here."

He swipes a thumb over your cheek, smearing away a droplet of water that you'd managed to spill. His touch feels amazing, which is scary because you've only been deprived of it for a few hours, but he pulls away far too soon and crosses his arms over his chest.

"So?" He raises a brow at you, "What do you need?"

"I need to know what's wrong with you," You soften your voice, staring up at him imploringly where he's perched on the counter, "I.. I don't know what happened, but I know something's wrong. And I hate it when you're angry at me, but now I don't even know what I did, and-" Your voice teeters on the edge of cracking, and you rein yourself in with a deep, steady inhale, "I don't know what to do. I don't like this."

You feel hot tears brim in your eyes, and you blink rapidly to try and dissolve them. You're embarrassed, and you're not sure if it's for doing whatever you did, for not knowing what you did, or for crying. You feel pathetic, and you look away from Eddie miserably.

You can't see it, but his teeth dig gently into his bottom lip. He's never made you cry before. Tears sting at his own eyes, a warning of what's to come if he keeps brushing you off, and his hand shakes as he reaches it towards you.

"Y/N.." He breathes carefully, ghosting a hand over your shoulder. You flinch away from the contact and he can pinpoint that as the exact second his heart breaks, biting his tongue to keep himself from crying.

"You.. you don't get to touch me," You whisper, a broken sound as your arms wrap around yourself in a semi-comforting hug, "Not yet. Not until this is over. What did I do, Eddie, why are you treating me like this?"

This time it's Eddie feeling the absence of your comforting touch, itching to yank you into a bear hug and suffocate you until you're not angry with him anymore. Having something taken away is much different than being the taker, Eddie finds out, and he curls his fingers around the counter to prevent himself from crossing your boundaries and smothering you with apologies.

"I was upset.." The past tense refers to only seconds before, still mad when you'd shown up. But your tears had simply eradicated his jealousy, the shining trails down your cheeks stabbing at his chest.

It's a shitty explanation and he knows it. He watches your face screw up, your eyes squeezed tightly shut as your lips purse to withhold a sob.

"I.." He continues, desperate to comfort you but unable to, knowing the words that were about to escape him were meaningless against your tears, "I got jealous, sweetheart."

"Jealous?" You query brokenly, your voice thick with sadness, "Of who?"

"Of Jason," He admits bravely, putting himself out of his comfort zone to pull you back into your own, "You were.. you were really layin' it on thick, baby."

The pet names don't instill the same comfort they normally do in you, but they do assure you that Eddie can't be too mad at you. You sniffle miserably, glancing up at him through tears, "So? 'Was just for some stupid prank." You rub at your nose with your sleeve, "Why did that make you jealous?"

"Cause it sounded right." Eddie sighs, rubbing a hand over his tired expression, "It.. it looked right, too. I mean, it looked wrong, you and him. But his arm looked.. natural around your waist. And your hands were all over his chest," He groans, "It just seemed real."

You're skeptical now, squinting up at him suspiciously, still through a layer of unshed tears, "So? What are you trying to say, Eddie?"

Eddie lets out a strangled, frustrated groan, hopping down from the counter, "I'm saying I want my arm around your waist!"

You've got the same unwavering, confused look on your face, and Eddie's not bothered to admit to himself that he wants to kiss it off of you. But he doesn't want to scare you, so he backs against the counter instead, "I like you, Y/N."

"I should fucking hope so." You mumble, "'Been best friends for years."

"No, I- hnggh," He nearly laughs, your obliviousness comically intense, "Y/N, I'm in love with you."

Now that, you understand.

His confession hits you like a ton of bricks, and you stand frozen, dumbfounded in his cramped kitchen. He had never confessed to you in the first place out of a fear of rejection, and now every second that you stay silent he feels the crack in his heart slowly tear apart.

Finally, finally you speak, mumbling an abrupt, "Oh."

"Oh?" He repeats fearfully, "What does 'oh' mean?"

"Oh."

"Come on baby," He jests weakly, "'Gotta give me a little more than that."

"You.." Your brows dip adorably into a furrow, "You like me?"

"I do." He nods once, "Is that... is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay," Your shoulders relax from where they'd been stiff by your ears, and Eddie swears he can feel every ounce of tension leaking from his body, "I like you too, Eddie."

You say it so casually, and it's the answer Eddie had been hoping for, but the relief that rushes through him at your admission is heavenly. He wonders if you really know just how much it meant to him, the five simple words that you're changing his life with.

"You.. you do?" He asks, hesitant to get ahead of himself in case this was a bizarre, torturous dream that would shatter him when he woke up, "'Cause you don't have to lie to me, baby. If you don't, it's okay, I won't-"

"Shh," You step forwards, placing a finger over his lips and gazing into his eyes. He swears he's dreaming when you drag the finger from his lips over his chin, up his jaw, and settle it into his hairline as your other hand comes up to join the first one on his free cheek.

You're cupping his cheeks. You're cupping his cheeks, Eddie can feel his heart racing as you stare at him, your gaze dreamy.

"I'm not lying." You insist, "Of course I like you. How could I not? You've got these pretty brown eyes," You muse softly, your thumbs ghosting over the soft skin beneath them, "And your nose is so nice," You run a finger down it affectionately, then lean in to pop a kiss to its tip, “‘S good for kissin’.” He feels his heart explode, then your finger immediately goes back to his cheek, "And.. and you've got really nice lips."

To prove your final point your fingers dance over them, the soft pillowy pads dipping slightly under the pressure you apply. Eddie feels like he's dreaming, caught up in some heavenly universe that he could get sucked out of any second, and he tries desperately to commit the feeling of you admiring him to memory before it slips away.

"I want to kiss you," You confess, your fingers pressing softly against his lips, "Can I?"

'Course you can," He breathes incredulously, his lips puckering to press gently into the pads of your fingertips. It's intimate, love bleeding through the gesture.

You only remove your hands to fulfil your promise, pressing your lips to his own in a careful, delicate kiss. It's soft, sweet, and dizzying, only lasting for a few seconds before you both pull away. Your head is fuzzy, and it leaks into your heart. He's looking at you like you hung the moon, his big doe eyes shining with adoration as they flit over your face.

He can't believe this is real. He can't fathom that he's just kissed you, that you've just kissed him, that you two have kissed.

He’s not sure how many nights he’s fallen asleep thinking about you. He tends to fantasize, though it’s a word he’ll never use for fear of embarrassment, about you. It's easier to fall asleep when someone else is there, and it's the easiest thing in the world when it's you. Most nights feature different fantasies, scenes in time from the preview of a movie he hopes is starting now.

Some nights he imagines what it would be like to teach you to play the guitar. You’ve strummed his mindlessly a few times, but he drifts off thinking about how adorable you’d be with his guitar in your lap, your fingers running cautiously over the strings as he compliments how metal you’re becoming.

Other nights you’re going grocery shopping with him in his daydreams. You lead him down the aisle, your fingers eagerly stretched towards a package of Oreos, and he gives in only if you promise to let him kiss the cream off of you after you’ve had a few.

The there’s the less common, but still precious, vacation fantasy. He supposes he doesn’t think about this one as often because he’s content where he is, as long as you’re there too. Still, sometimes it’s nice to imagine a ski lodge with you, snowflakes dotting your eyelashes and frosty air nipping at your nose. He’d make you hot chocolate, extra whipped cream and marshmallows, then he’d let you fall asleep on his shoulder before a roaring fire.

But this, you gently pressing your silky soft lips to his own slightly chapped ones in the dinky little kitchen of his trailer after confessing your love to him? He’s going to rewatch this scene every night for the rest of his life.

He doesn't think he looks much like a movie star. Maybe the star of an action movie, a rugged adventurer. But never a romance. Romances aren't made with guys like him, guys who have messy hair down their back and tattoos littering their chest. Romances are made for proper couples, couples that live in a three bedroom home, two kids inside and another on its way, dog and a picket fence. Couples that host backyard barbecues, that go to the lake on sundays, that buy their kids barbie dolls and monster trucks.

Not him.

You, though? You were made to be a star. Your pretty face, your sweet eyes and your soft lips. You're the pinnacle of romance, and it feels foreign to Eddie that he isn't an audience member anymore, instead the lead actor.

Eddie doesn't know what he's done to land the starring role in your romance, but he swears right then and there that he'll never botch the job.

"You taste good." You absentmindedly ghost your tongue over your lips, saliva now glistening on them as you contemplate, "You're sweet."

Eddie is absolutely certain you're wrong. He probably tastes like smoke, sweat, and the trail mix he'd had for lunch, which he assumes isn't a very appealing combination. But you lean in again with no hesitation, pressing your slightly dampened lips to his own.

This time, he lets himself react. Before he'd been frozen in terror, sure that any sudden movement would spook you and you'd flee. But now? Now he dives in.

He brings his hands to cup your cheeks, tilting your face slightly so that his nose doesn't run into your own. He'll admit, rubbing noses with you is one of his favorite things, or, used to be, before he kissed you for the first time, because it was just about the closest he could get without actually kissing you. He was always able to pass it off as a friendly gesture of affection, scrunching his face up into a smile and brushing his nose against your own. But now the gently brush of skin on skin is nothing compared to your lips on his.

His tongue longs to roll into your mouth, but he doesn't want to take things too far, not yet. He wants to savor this, he wants to feel every step of the process, cherish it before it gets too hot and heavy. Right now, he wants to kiss you, nothing more.

He brushes his tongue softly over your bottom lip to satiate his urges. It draws a soft whimper out of your mouth, a sound that, in any other circumstances would go straight south. But it warms his heart this time, hearing how much you're enjoying finally kissing him.

Though this kiss lasts longer than the last, it's still short. He really does want to take things slow, and he breaks away to rest his forehead against yours.

He can't help the grin that grows over his lips. He feels a similar one stretch your cheeks, his hands still cupping the slight pudge there. He's squealing inside, reduced to a giggling schoolgirl stomping his feet and doodling your names together inside of an arrow-struck heart. But he keeps himself relatively cool on the outside, feeling you press yourself tighter against him.

"Did I.. was that good? For you?" You question hesitantly, and his eyes drift open to meet your own only centimeters away. He realizes that you're insecure, that your eyes are wide with anxiety and that you're stiff in his grip.

Something is flattering about that. You'd just kissed him dizzy, reduced him to a blushing mess, and still you were worried about his enjoyment.

"That was.. perfect." He breathes, tilting his head up to nuzzle his nose with yours, the familiar gesture skyrocketing in intensity, "I've been dreaming about that, baby."

"Dreaming? About me?" Your eyes shine, and Eddie promises to himself that the next time you close them, he'll kiss the lids. He wants to kiss every pretty part of you, from head to toe.

"About you," He confirms, "You're the star of all my dreams, sweetheart."

You giggle at that. He sees the tension drain from your frame, anxiety about not being good enough, and he watches you embrace your new role as lead actress.

"I've dreamt about you before too." You admit, raising one hand to press against one of his on your cheek, "We took your van to space, it turned into a rocket."

He lets out an amused laugh at your nonsensical dreams, not sure how to correct you that his were more on the domestic side.

"A rocket? That's cool." He murmurs, refraining from speaking too loud lest he shatters the silent intimacy you've created in the kitchen of his trailer.

"Eddie?" You hum softly, twisting one of his rings mindlessly around his fingers with your eyes downcast, "What are we now?"

He feels himself sucked out of his role. He swallows dryly, realizing that there was still a chance you might not want to be his costar.

"Well," He starts, his voice much more confident than he is, "Would you like to date me, sweetheart? I could be your boyfriend, if you want."

Then a blinding smile breaks over your face, and he's not worried anymore.

"I want you to be my boyfriend," You nod eagerly, now bouncing on the balls of your feet on the tile, "You mean it, Eddie?"

"'Course I mean it," He urges, "I'll give you my jacket when you're cold, and I'll catch you when you jump into my arms to say hello, and I'll lend you my shirts to wear for bedtime."

"You already do all of that stuff," Your nose wrinkles slightly in confusion, "I'm wearing your shirt right now."

He glances down at your torso, and hooks a finger under the hem of your jacket to reveal an old Iron Maiden shirt he'd let you borrow. He feels sheepish as he realizes he's already been pseudo-dating you for years, and picks out the one thing he's missed.

"Well then I'll kiss you," He promises, "All the time."

"All the time?"

"All the time." He threatens, his eyes growing wide as his hands clamp onto your hips, "You won't ever escape."

"Eddie!" You shriek as you make a run for it, giggling relentlessly as you sprint through his trailer and into his bedroom. He races after you, catching you before you can beeline for the closet and catapulting you onto his mattress. You land with a hearty bounce, and Eddie hovers over you before your back hits the bed again.

"Come here," He growls teasingly, his curls spread over your face as he digs his nose into your neck. His lips form rapidfire kisses on your skin, drawing hearty laughter from your chest that he hopes is part of the soundtrack for your movie, because he wants to listen to it on repeat. He presses his lips tight to your jaw, blowing a sloppy raspberry there and tightening his hold on your hips when you try squirming away.

"Eddie!" You finally manage to catch his face in your hands, tugging it away from where he's smothering it into your cheek, "Eddie, that tickles!"

You're breathless, your chest heaving with laughter, and Eddie takes pride in being able to do that to you. He makes you laugh. He makes you smile. He makes you happy.

You're staring up at him with a lovesick grin on your face that he's sure is displayed over his mouth too. So he connects them, bending his elbows to kiss you for real.

Despite your somewhat suggestive position, he keeps his hands to himself. They're holding your hips, content in their positioning as he lays another sweet kiss to your lips. This time when he breaks away he collapses beside you, keeping one leg thrown over yours. His hair fans out over the pillow and tickles your face, and your nose scrunches as you splutter.

“Sorry,” He’s really not, because getting to see your face all bunched up as his hair tickled your nose was priceless, but he lies.

“‘S okay,” You grab one of the strands you’d just spit out of your mouth, twisting the end of it around your finger, “And your hair! I like your hair too.”

Eddie’s heart explodes as he realizes you’re adding onto his list of likable qualities from before.

"Oh yeah? Well," He decides to return the favor, slipping his arm underneath yours that's still toying with his hair, "I like your nose."

He leans in to press his lips to it, "Yours is good for kissing too."

You giggle under him, a light, airy sound that sends his tummy turning.

"And your eyes," He runs a thumb through your lashes and they flutter beneath his touch, "'Can see aaaall that love you've got in there for me."

He realizes too late that it's a step you haven't taken yet as lovers. Sure, you've told him that you love him plenty of times, and he has too. But now it's different, now it's more.

But, he realizes, as your eyes shine with adoration, your lips moving to echo his sentiment, it's not more. It's the same as he's always felt about you, suffocating, intoxicating, all-consuming. He's loved you like this forever.

He grins as you tell him you love him without hesitation. He feels like the luckiest man in the world as he settles down beside you, your eyes following his as your lovesick grin becomes permanent. He's not sure if his own will ever fade, not as long as he's got you by his side. Just like you are now, tucked neatly into his chest, the collar of your jacket riding up to cover your jaw. He tugs it down and presses a kiss to the jut of your chin, then leaves his face there nestled into your own. He feels your own lips pucker to stain his skin with a soft peck, tightening his hold around your waist as he keeps you close to him in his bed.

"Y'sleepy?" You drag a single finger through his hair, letting your nail ghost over his scalp. He nearly purrs, reduced to a clingy kitten amidst the tsunami of love that had just washed over you both.

"Just happy." He hums. The droop of his eyelids is drawn from contentedness rather than exhaustion, the haze taking over his brain comes from the steady scent of you that he's breathing in while his face is nuzzled against your own.

"Me too," You admit, "Can we just stay here for a while?"

"Baby," He chuckles breathily against your face, seemingly unable to stop the onslaught of kisses that he's smothering you with, "We're never getting out of this bed again. I'm keeping you here forever."

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[warmau]

☆ commission: lovestruck!au jaemin note: i do not know how to crochet so please bare with me

there are three people in the crocheting club

two are quiet, hermit type classmates that you have never heard make much more then a small noise or string together the syllables of their name in class

and renjun - who looks you up and down when you come through the door with nothing but the pair of old crocheting needles you got from your grandmother and a ball of yarn that is....in his opinion...the ugliest shade of yellow to exist

but then you sit down after a small introduction and get lost in your project, clumsily making it through your knots, and renjun softens to that

the whole point of this club is to be alone, together

you understand that without having to be told - meaning, you fit right in

after a hectic day of trying to survive classes, the annoying and loud nature of the hallways, and of course all the other woes of youth - this place is a safe haven

and then of course, na jaemin appears on a tuesday at exactly three fifteen sharp

the way he opens the door is sudden and the energy he gusts in with him like a wind draws shudders from the two wallflower classmates, a look of disgust from renjun, and confusion from you

"jaemin, this is the crocheting club are you looking for-"

he flashes a big and white grin at you

"then i'm in the right place!

✧

jaemin is not good at crocheting

to be honest, he can't even sew

he brings the wrong kind of needles with him and doesn't have the slightest idea of what a pattern he's interested in starting

he just makes an offhanded comment about how he likes cats, the big and fluffy ones

renjun's voice waivers with nuisance as he tries to get jaemin on a more concrete path

"well are you going to make a blanket with a cat, a hat with a cat, a pair of mit-"

"whatever you think i should do!" jaemin grins and looks over his shoulder at you "woah, you're in the club too?"

the way he asks makes you think he already knew the answer before stepping through the door

which is weird because..........jaemin isn't your friend

you guys are more like acquaintances by force

he was your lab partner last year when he transferred from organic chemistry to biology 2 which he claimed was because the professor just didn't understand him

but you had heard from rumors floating around that the real reason he'd been switched was due to an secret experiment gone wrong that jaemin had been caught red-handed for

you had debated asking him about it when you two were working together in class, but decided against it

plus - jaemin was good at biology - like ... really good ... so far so that maybe his claim about just being disliked had merit

because someone so talented and excited about science, couldn't have failed and almost blown up a classroom like the rumor whispered about

so keeping your curiosity to yourself, your just tried to keep up with jaemin

who would get to the conclusion before you could even get past the hypothesis

other than that, the most you'd ever really talked to each other was one time outside of the library

you were waiting for a friend and jaemin had come down the hall, flanked by a group of rowdy friends of his, jaemin the center of all their attention

when he'd spotted you he had smoothly pushed himself out of that frenzy and into your quiet, awkward personal space

"you accidentally left this behind last period." he'd fished your half done lab report out of his backpack "i kept it between two textbooks so it wouldn't get crumpled."

as he handed it back to you, you immediately saw that beside your own work were scribbled notes in pencil

"did you-"

before you could ask your question, a hand had appeared on jaemin's shoulder and pulled him back into the body of people taking up the entire hallway

jaemin didn't get a chance to look back at you, but you had watched him and everyone else disappear around the corner

you remembered distinctly that one person, a girl with bright eyeshadow and a collection of keychains hanging from her bag had turned around to shoot one glare at you, and then jaemin and the rest of them were gone

you had looked at the report, noticing that the comments in pencil were corrections to your work - but after each sentence there were a variety of tiny little scribbles

some were smiley faces and others looked like attempts to draw some kind of cartoon characters

even though the corrections were bluntly explaining how your line of thinking was wrong - the drawings had made jaemin's sincerity obvious on the page

he's trying to help me, and still be silly about it

you had remembered thinking: "that's very.....jaemin of him."

✧

despite this one interaction and the scattered lab periods you'd shared, you didn't have a moment where you felt as if you and jaemin had gotten anywhere near close

not as friends, and not as anything more

but yet - as the first session of crochet club that jaemin attends came to a close - he's the one to corner you at the door and ask, with that smile never really leaving his face

"can i walk you to the station?"

"sorry - how did you know i take the train?"

jaemin doesn't look flustered, he just blinks at you as if it's obvious that he should know this

"i ride my bike to school, and you're never at the bike rack. my path goes by the bus and you're never at the bust stop - so, logically speaking, the train is it."

you have the tickling urge in your stomach to one up him

"what if i walked to school?"

he points to the pass case hanging off your bag that clearly displays the ticket you need every day to get on the train

"then why would you always have that?"

you open your mouth to think of some retort, but you really don't have any, so you just look back at him

"is there a reason you want to walk with me - is there something we need to talk about?"

jaemin puts his hands hands in his pockets and shakes his head

"nope. but you can also say no if you don't want me to walk with you."

has anyone ever said no to him?

you think, taking a pause to focus on his face

when you look like that, with the added bonus of his height and the fact that being smart just comes naturally i would assume rejection isn't even a possibility in his mind

"no - i mean yes you can walk with me."

and look at me, falling right into the trap like everyone does

jaemin gives you a thumbs up and turns his body to let you through the door

the first couple of minutes it's silent and you catch some double takes from other students

renjun is at the front of the school when you pass and he raises an eyebrow as you kind of mouth a "i don't know either?"

then, when you're out of the vicinity of the school, jaemin straightens up and stretches his arms over his head

his shirt rides up and reveals the lean skin of his stomach and you involuntarily look up to pretend you didn't see it

"so - why do you like crocheting?" the question catches you off guard "from what i could tell today, it's pretty boring."

"it's not boring!"

you argue, "it's fulfilling, and good for your concentration. plus at the end you make something that you can use and that's the most rewarding part."

"but you can buy a hat or a blanket anywhere. there are machines that make them one hundred times faster, and they're cheaper to buy then spending money on the equipment and the yarn and-"

you stop and jaemin walks a couple of feet ahead before realizing and turning back

"why did you-"

"if you just wanted to make fun of my hobby, why did you even show up to the club today? no one forced you to join us - and you could have left at any point."

a look of surprises washes over jaemin, and then he scratches his head and seems to understand that all he's done is come of as a bit rude

"no - sorry, it's not my intention to criticize you. i just really wanted to know why you like it."

"lots of people like it. for lots of different reasons, just because something is boring to you doesn't mean it's boring to me. for your information na jaemin i don't find science to be all that interesting but you love it right?"

you aren't sure where this is all coming from, a part of you think it's just you exercising your right to tell this guy off for butting into your club unannounced

and the other part is just that......jaemin is always so straightforward and simple. he's always first to find a solution and for once maybe you want to get there first...just a one up against one of the most popular and intelligent students

"well science isn't boring, it's infinite and ever changing. isn't crocheting just doing the same thing over and over and over?"

"there are different-" you stops before you start, the two reasons you have for this conversation suddenly seeming childish and unnecessary

you glare at jaemin and stomp past him toward the station

obliviously, he starts after you, but you point back toward the school

"i would appreciate if you let me walk to the station alone now."

you don't look at his expression as you continue on your way, muttering in your head about how stupid that all was

jaemin watches you, but you don't feel his gaze on your back, instead you fume a little on your way home

but tell yourself that it doesn't matter, ultimately - you won't have to deal with jaemin again

he won't be showing up to your 'boring' club again anyway

✧

jaemin is there before you are, chatting at one of the two quieter students as they stare at him like deer in headlights

"basically, kiwi's don't have wings - but they're still considered birds, but interestingly they have more in common with mammals an-"

"jaemin" you get his attention and he smiles and waves at you as if everything is fine and as it should be. even though that's clearly not the case "what are doing here?"

he lifts his needles, "i'm here to crochet. this is crocheting club, right?"

you cross your arms, "didn't you tell me yesterday that you thought crocheting was boring?"

"i did"

"so then why are you here doing something boring when you have the choice to.........well not be?"

he stands up and you expect him to laugh, to turn this all into some joke that he's been playing out in his head

but instead he just gives you a clear smile

"because my choice is to be here. i want to be here and i want to crochet with you."

a gasp comes from the other two students in the room - renjun walks up behind you at the exact moment jaemin makes the proclamation and snorts

"so you're here to flirt? could the two of you do it somewhere else?"

"that's not-" you start but jaemin tilts his head at you like a puppy awaiting your call

"should we go crochet somewhere else? i want to continue our conversation from yesterday too."

renjun clicks his tongue, "oh your 'conversation' from yesterday huh?"

you feel heat on your skin from the eyes in the room and the absolute shameless way jaemin is staring straight at you with no intention of stopping

"actually, i have to go home - i have...stuff to do." you turn to make a beeline out of there, but in mere seconds jaemin has caught up with you with the cheery look on his face turned to concern

"wait - what do you mean do stuff? i heard you tell renjun at lunch that you're almost done with your scarf project and wanted to finish today at the club."

"oh so are you eavesdropping on me and my boring conversations now too? was not coming here to make fun of my boring hobby again not enough?"

jaemin looks lost, which confuses you because what other explanation could there be

"i was just near you in lunchroom and i never made fun of your hobby."

"jaemin, you literally asked me why i liked doing something so boring."

he takes a second and you're reminded of a loading screen on a game or a computer

"oh." he starts, brown eyes finding yours again "i didn't mean boring as a bad thing."

✧

you sit across from jaemin in the grass of a nearby park and watch him struggle through a couple of the first loops

after a moment he groans and puts the needles down

"it's just not for me."

"you can't say that just because you're bad at it. everyone is bad as a beginner."

jaemin shakes his head, "most things are easy to understand for me - how can i understand cell division but i can't understand how to make a square of fabric?"

you try to suppress a giggle, but jaemin catches you and thins his lips in response

"oh, is it funny that i'm not good at something you can do easily?"

you shrug playfully, "kinda."

he leans back against the tree his bag and yours are resting on as well

"i am sorry again.....i didn't think i would offend you when i ... said all that yesterday."

you rub your arm nervously, after storming out of the room with jaemin following you - you had been offended. mad, even.

but you had fundamentally misunderstood jaemin

he was just curious - as you had been when he was made your lab partner last semester

curious about why he'd been switched, but also just curious about how someone could have so much fun in science class

you didn't have that kind of fun with it - you weren't even interested in it really. you just had to pass the class.

jaemin was doing the same here, he'd just been more vocal about it and had used the wrong word when he'd picked "boring"

he had probably meant to say - why do you like crocheting? personally, it's not easy and fun for me.

which is a question lots of people have about it - and have asked you before

"don't apologize, you were just trying something new and wanted to know more about it i guess."

jaemin shakes his head

"i was trying something new - but i was trying it because i heard you liked it. i wanted to try something you liked."

the words are simple and strung together without shyness, but you don't really know how to take them

"um - why?"

"why what?" jaemin twists some of the yarn around his finger and then glances at you when you don't follow up

"why did i want to try something specifically you liked?"

he continues for you and you nod, unsure of what to add

he smiles and his teeth are pretty just like the rest of him

"because i like you."

✧

you reply the conversation close to a hundred times in your head that evening

"because i like you."

"sure, but you could have found another way to be my friend - you didn't have to force yourself into croc-"

"oh, sorry, let me say that again. i like you in the non-platonic kind of way."

jaemin's voice hadn't faltered, like with most things, he said this without a single hint of worry or lack of confidence

you'd felt the inside of your mouth go dry as you repeated it slowly back to him

"in the non-platonic kind of way?"

"yes." he'd taken the two crocheting needles and pressed the edges of the top sides together "like in this way, you know?"

you'd imagined he was mimicking kissing, but your mind halted that thought because - well - then that meant that na jaemin was implying that he wanted to kiss you

"are you being serious?"

was all you could think to say, the words tumbled out of you without a filter

"pretty serious."

he'd tilted his head and done the whole puppy awaiting your command look that probably sent most people head over heels within seconds

but just kept you sitting there almost dumbly confused

"you don't have to give me an answer now, and don't worry if you don't feel the same - just tell me how you really feel when you decide."

you sit up in bed and ball your fists around your covers

"when i decide? decide what? decide that i -"

you say it outloud and into the darkness of your room before groaning and falling back into your pillows, one hand thrown over your eyes

"not like i have a choice in deciding, it's you jaemin......of course, i like you too."

✧

jaemin is talking with renjun when you show up to the club the next day

and renjun throws a glance your way that immediately reads: please help me get away from this weirdo

jaemin waves at you casually, and it almost makes you forgot what happened yesterday

you sit down at one of the empty desks and take out your nearly completed scarf

looking at it, you nod to yourself, and focus on finally finishing

jaemin stays the entire time too, and you can see from the corner of your eye that he's trying out the technique you'd been showing him yesterday

he catches your gaze once and smiles, but goes back to his work

half thankful that he isn't sliding himself in beside you to talk while you work (or, more importantly - ask you for your answer)

but also half confused at how calm he is even after confessing

you let yourself get lost in your work and when the club ends, renjun and the two other students leaving before you and jaemin do

you look down at the scarf that's complete and then turn to the desk where jaemin is

he's fallen asleep on top of his attempt at making....well you aren't sure

and you get up to wake him

but before you put a hand on his shoulder, you take in the image of him - laying his head on his arms, uniform sleeves rolled up to his elbows

he's got a serene expression, as if he's having the best dream in the world, his bangs falling over his eyes and tickling the desk beneath him

even like this his jawline is sharp and handsome, his breathing is even and his long legs are stretched out past the desk beneath him

he doesn't look like he belongs here, in this room with you, but somewhere else

somewhere ethereal and beautiful

which makes what happened yesterday feel like it isn't real either

you suddenly feel like you shouldn't disturb him

which also make a sinking feeling in your stomach rise as you wonder if you should just ...... say no. maybe, rejecting jaemin is the right choice for the both of you because -

you clutch the scarf in your hands

because you and him don't fit. like failed science experiments, or a badly crocheted pair of socks

"i'm sorry." you start - in a small voice "i'm sorry, but i don't think i should like you back."

"that's silly."

you startle and look down to see jaemin opening his eyes and blinking back sleep

"you were aw-"

"oh! you finished." he points to the scarf and you reflexively let him take it out of your hands

he unravels it and gasps, "it looks even better than the ones in stores. are you going to give it to someone?"

i was going to give it to you. i was going to be selfish and say, of course i like you back. you of all people should be smart enough to know that.

but you're quiet in response and jaemin's eyes flicker a little as the dimming light outside trickles throughout the room

"so what did you mean by that, by thinking you shouldn't like me back?"

"jaemin-" his name sounds too soft when it leaves your mouth "we're different, i don't think we would work out."

"but you haven't tried." he gets up and smiles "you haven't even given it a try."

he dangles the scarf up beside him, "you probably didn't think you could make this when you started - but look at you now. you made this."

he places the scarf gently onto the desk, as if it's going to break if he mistreats it

"and i wouldn't have half as much fun doing the same experiments over and over again, never trying something new to get a new conclusion."

he opens his arms wide and you look at him with a wrinkle of your forehead

"so don't say you shouldn't like me or i shouldn't like you. just like me freely, like i like you. without inhabitation - and let's see what happens!"

for a minute the world stops and you and jaemin are alone in it

without another thought, you walk right into him, throwing your arms around his waist

for the first time you feel through the contact that he's surprised, but then his arms close in around you

"the scarf was for you by the way." you mumble into the front of his shirt "i hope you like it."

he let's go of you with one hand, the other still securely wrapped around you as he puts the scarf on

"i love it, i'm going to wear it all the time."

"even in the summer?"

"even in the summer."

✧

somehow jaemin doesn't seem to be as aware of the shock that pulsates through your school when you both walk in holding hands

and maybe it's the fact that jaemin is sticking to his word, walking around with your scarf around his neck despite being inside

but you're sure it's actually because na jaemin is dating someone.

and that someone is you

the only people who aren't surprised are the crocheting club

renjun just gives you the, him? well if you're sure look and the two other members speak their first full sentence to you: "you guys look cute together."

jaemin swings by the club a couple of more times with you, but it's mostly just to stare as you work

you don't mind it - but you encourage him to join a club of his own that does things that he's interested in

"but i still want to learn to crochet, you like it and i want to understand it."

you put your hands over his and lean up to peck him right on the lips

"that's nice of you, but i think we can appreciate the things we both like .... even if we don't do them."

"you just don't want me to get you involved in my science stuff right?"

you sheepishly give your answer with a sidelong look away from him

jaemin laughs and presses his lips to your cheek, kissing twice toward the tip of your nose and then spinning you into his arms for one more kiss on the lips

but jaemin, surprisingly, is serious about learning more

so sometimes you sit inbetween jaemin's legs, crocheting and humming to yourself as he rests his chin on your shoulder transfixed at your movements

you explain them and then let him take over, his long arms coming over yours and taking the needles

he's clumsy and it's taking him some time to get used to it

but with practice, you're sure he will get be better

one afternoon as you're sitting together like this - jaemin rests his chin on your shoulder

"want to know when i started liking you?"

you stop your work and enthusiastically nod - you had never asked him, but you definitely always wanted to know

"so, i was taking organic chemistry and we were learning about reactions, addition reactions - adding atoms to unsaturated molecules - talking about the importance of modifying existing organic compounds."

"jaemin - human words"

he laughs, "talking about how adding something to something that already exists and making it something different."

"ok...go on."

"and i thought, what's something new i can add to myself to make myself new? i couldn't think of anything. long story short, i talked to the professor i had about it and he wasn't impressed with it. he said something about how biology might suit me better if i was interested in 'how humans change'."

you look over your shoulder, "so you didn't blow up the lab like everyone says you did?"

"nope, but when i left his office that day i passed by the crocheting club room and i saw you."

you feel jaemin's hands wrap a little more tightly around you

"and i had this feeling in my chest that something in me changed - just by looking at you. turns out that to my luck you were in biology two and after transferring i got to be your lab partner."

he nuzzles his face against your neck and you gently graze your fingers up and down his arm

"each time we worked together, something inside of me was changing. maybe not a cellular level - but i felt new every time and i didn't want to let those feelings go when the semester did so - i found you where i'd seen you first."

you take in every word, but ask - "but, how did you know that change was-" you hesitate but jaemin says the word against your neck

"love?" he lifts his gaze back to yours

"because it was the only definition i could give to the change inside of me. and sitting down with you in crocheting club, walking you to the station, and telling you how i felt - proved my theory."

you look at his eyes - as clear and as truthful as they always are - the beautiful brown a lighter hue in the light

"that there was a new me, a new me that loves you."

when he presses his lips to yours - you want to say it back, you want to fill the entire world with it

i love you too, silly.

#jaemin to me is so fucking smart but so fucking goofy so it confuses everyone #when he was just debuting im like shy little guy. i was wrong #nct scenarios #nct dream scenraios #jaemin scenarios #jaemin au #nct dream au #nct au #writing commission #fluff/ #sfw/

[bejeweledblondie]

Chinese Food

Task Force 141 x F! Reader

Summary: Y/N is an American who’s Price’s Secretary with Task Force 141, being from America & let alone NYC where Chinese Food is a staple she is appalled with what Brits refer to as Chinese food

A/N: do not come for me if you’re British this is inspired by the whole Chinese Food TikTok debacle I’d also do anything rn for vegetable dumplings & lo mein god I miss New York City (my hometown) so much

Warnings: none

“I’m going to order some Chinese who wants?” Gaz asked. It was their monthly game night, & you being Price’s secretary got dragged into coming. You were still fairly new & he thought this would be a good way for you to meet everyone. So here you are sitting around a Monopoly table. Everyone started to shout out different food items, & Gaz started to add them to his DoorDash cart. You just ordered some lo mein. Mid game the food was dropped off. Everyone put down their Monopoly money & walked into the living room. One by one everyone started to grab their orders out of the bag. Y/N looked down at the labeling on a styrofoam container that was handed to her & looked confused. It read out in scribble sharpie “chips.”

“Uh I didn’t order french fries.” Y/N said trying to hand the fries back.

“Oh those come with your meal.” Gaz said opening his container. She looked at him confused, back home in New York that would be blasphemy.

“What?” Y/N replied confused. “You don’t eat french fries with Chinese food.” They all stopped to look at her.

“Uh yeah you do.” Soap said. “Here let me show you how to eat Chinese food.” You had lived in New York City your whole life & not once had you seen Chinese food eaten this way. Soap picked up the curry sauce & your eyes got wide.

“Woah woah woah.” You said super loudly. “What the hell is going on here? I’ve never see this before. And I grew up in New York City!” They all stared at her super confused. “Who mixes french fries with Chinese food?!”

The whole room erupted into different reactions & explanations about the food, then it turned into America vs. Britain. There was a lot going on.

“Okay relax One Direction.” Y/N said to calm everyone down, which that sarcastic comment really silenced everyone. “The next time we’re all in New York I’m talking all of you to my favorite little Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. Deal.”

“Deal.” They all said in unison & kept saying.

“At least you don’t microwave your tea.” Gaz said.

“I drink sweet iced tea.” You replied, & everyone look at you like you just said the most appalling comment on the planet.

“Dear lord.” Simon said & shook his head. This was going to be a long evening.

#call of duty #cod imagines #ghost call of duty #cod masterlist #ghost x y/n #cod modern warfare #captain john price #captain price #john price #soap mctavish #cod x reader #cod x female reader #task force 141 #johnny mactavish #gaz x reader #captain price x y/n #john mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Read my lips

Regardless of what people say the worst thing about being Isekai in genshin isn't the lack of technology or how many monsters there are, it's about how you can't read anything that is written

Notes: i know this concept is overdone and everything but i just wanted to see an Spanish speaking reader jsjsjjs

Wc: 2,1k

Landing on teyvat there were many things you had to get used to quickly to not get attention. Getting used to seeing children with natural pink hair. Blue being a more common hair color than brown for vision bearers.

But one thing you never got used to is reading in their alphabet. Even if the way they speak sounds like English the symbols that represent each one are so different to any type of alphabet you ever saw that at one point you gave up trying, opting for asking questions or leading people to suggest things so that you don't have to read. As you are doing now.

Looking to the blackboard with what you guessed was the menu you ask her as smoothly as you could "Say Sara, what do you recommend for me on this sunny day" you smile widely.

Sara, already used to this antic simply answers " well, there are chicken skewers and if you pay 500 extra we add a drink. But if you are specially frugal today I can give you a few tasks and the house covers it all, what do you think?"

" I just got paid so I'm going to pay" pulling out 1500 worth of moras you lean over the counter " is it me or has it gotten hotter"

Sara scribbles the order and grabs a chicken from behind the counter, cutting it so she can skewer the pieces " I think it's because it's been raining lots, whenever it's this humid my hair is a mess and my clothes stick so much because of the sweat"

A voice joins in " is it really so hot for you two? I would say it's rather mild" the owner of the voice being an old novelty, an animal hybrid.

He walks towards the counter followed by a girl and a man dressed up as a knock off Anubis, even if they looked slightly different than in game you could guess they were collei and cyno.

" Yes, summer is coming so i guess we have to get prepared for a heatwave" As collei gets closer you can see some familiar words written on collei's arm " do you have dirt in your arm? Here, let me clean it for you" taking a piece of fabric you use as a handkerchief and dampening it slightly with saliva you try to erase the supposed dirt

Collei takes her arm away whining " noo, please. It took me so long to write this words I doubt I can remember how to do them again without the book"

Tighnari looks at yours and Sara's confused faces and briefly explains "in sumeru people write whatever they feel they need the most of in certain moments as a way to feel closer to the creator"

Looking closer you see it reads 'seguridad en mi mismo' " oh, then you must be ready shy if what you need is confidence in yourself"

Tighnari's ears stand upright, surprised meanwhile collei looks at you starstruck " are you so knowledgeable about the holy language that you can read it without a guide?It's so cool! Even the scholars and scribes need a dictionary!"

Surprised you try to brush off her excitement " oh, i just know a little, bit too much. I do know that you gendered 'mismo' wrong, if you are a girl you would refer to yourself as 'misma'" getting the handkerchief closer to erase the o " can I erase it and write an a?"

Collei nods before taking the handkerchief and erasing the o, taking a pen out of her bag she stops for a second before looking at you sheepishly " I… forgot how the a looks. Can you?" You grab the pen, gliding smoothly over her soft skin " woah! You calligraphy is sooo neat! I can feel more confident already. Cyno look" she shows the mismatched calligraphy on her arm "doesn't it look so nice!"

" I guess you can say it's 'callineathy'"

" Why do you think it's a gendered language?" Tighnari looks at you, eyebrows furrowed " it's just a theory that started taking rise a few days ago…"

Looking at him a bit confused you answer " When talking about someone else you use

'él' and 'ella', each job or title or other things changing accordingly? Like 'hijo' is masculine and used for 'él' and 'hija' is feminine and used for 'ella'? That is just one example that it's heavily gendered."

Cyno scratches his chin " I never thought mondstrat had an expert on holy language. If you don't mind, would you come with us to sumeru after the windblume festival? I'm sure the akademia would find you the most helpful"

" Oh, i have never been the scholar type. I will pass, but thanks either way" the last thing you need is people getting amazed about your abilities to read Spanish even as your first language, what you need even less is people trying to find something about you only for your history here to have started three months ago at best

" Who would have said, my client to refuses to read the menu and asks me for suggestions is actually well versed in holy language" Sara laughs

" Why don't you three come here and we share a meal together?"

After a week the windblume festival comes to an end as does the three foreigners travel back home, not without another offer to show you they Homeland (or more specifically their akademia and old manuscripts that needed to be translated)

" Are you sure that you don't want to visit sumeru? There is beautiful greenery throughout"

" Oh, I'm sorry, I truly like forests in theory but I can't stand mosquitoes"

" There are almost no mosquitoes in the desert, i could take you to aaru village, it's a beautiful place"

" I would love to but I can't stand such high heat! I'm prone to overheating. Sorry"

After a few days of that over and over they greet you goodbye and hope to see you soon, sighing tiredly you rest your back against the wall as you watch them leave " they were so nice but so insistent. I almost gave up and went"

A few months went by, summer had already passed its hardest peak and you were getting ready for autumn even if it was many weeks away, almost like a lover you yearn for after years of not seeing each other. Only to later start yearning for winter after you get tired of the leaves, and then spring when you can't stand the cold any longer, and then summer again after getting bad pollen allergies and the endless cycle continues

" It's been so long since I could write in my language" you start running a stick you found on the floor through the ground, slowly making out various words. Patos, caracol, flores, calor. You would have kept going had someone not stood up behind you covering the sun. His green eyes scanning the words before meeting your own

" So you must be (Y/N)"

"Ay, pero la repu-"

It seems that they snitched on you, after something that you would consider a kidnapping had the knights at least done something when al-haitham dismissed them saying something along the lines of the future of how we understand the holy language you are dragged to the akademia.

Finally reaching the palace like building after hours of being held like a potato sack al-haitham drops you. That would be a good chance of running away had you a) had a glider, and b) not being literally between al-haitham and the door

" Enter. It was difficult enough tracking down the rumors and getting you here for you to behave like a mule"

" I remind you I was very happy living in mondstrat until I was dragged here"

" At least you didn't have to walk. You aren't specifically light, you know?"

Now giving up on keeping a façade you start cursing him out " ay pero que gracioso el hijo de mil p-"

A child comes out of the door, her hair white and her big eyes bright green. " oh, you must be that expert the rumors talked about. Come in, let's talk, you too al-haitham"

You are basically pushed forward by al-haitham's chest intro a room with two couches and a coffee table

You are sat between al-haitham and the wall, both of you looking at nahida

" So this is the person who shows great use of the archaic language?" She asks al-haitham who only nods

" When I found them they were writing in it" nahida seems surprised

" Writing?"

" Those seemed like loose words but it's still at least a bare minimum of three years of intensive study to write without guides"

" Where did you learn it?" The question now seems directed to you " i have yet to hear of someone in Mondstrat who teaches it "

Now it's your time to lie. Should you go with the classic 'I don't know. It comes naturally' or a simpler ' i used to know an old man who taught me, he said it was a fake language' but that will almost certainly discredit you, it seems like you could milk the akademia for some mora or at least a semi luxurious treatment as a guest. it's a promising future even if it wouldn't last that long

" When I was a child I went into a coma" the typical 'I woke up knowing it' will work, or so you hope " I remember dreaming of someone talking to me in a strange language and it stuck with me and somehow when I woke up I could speak it." Nice it seems like they semi believe it, now just the finishing touch and it should be flawless "I didn't find out it was the holy language after years, when I was speaking with a girl named collei who came for the windblume"

That girl only muttered a small 'interesting' "then you are able to read and write it?"

You shake your head " i can also speak it"

" Al-haitham" he looks up as he is named " please translate those texts with them and rewrite them in the common tongue" and he nods as an answer, is he capable of muttering more than three words consecutively or does he need a time to cool down?

" Hey, I kind of never agreed to this. I work doing commissions from dawn to dusk and hardly can make ends meet. I can't afford to take time off" please for god's sake bite the bait and let you live comfortably

" Is that so?" She thinks for a bit " i guess the akademia can take care of your stay and food for as long as you agree to work with us" she extended her hand and you don't even stutter to grab it

" Deal!"

Now a few days later you start to dislike your own choice

" Al-haitham, i already told you. You have to mark your ñ's!"

" Islenio" he says confidently

" Don't act so smug when you are wrong!" You throw your head back, almost hitting the back " follow after me"

"Is"

"Is"

"Le"

"Le"

"Ño"

"Nio"

" Give me your hand, i saw someone do this to teach their child" you grab his hand and put it on your neck so he can feel the vibrations " look closely to my lips"

You start repeating that word repeatedly, his hand snug against your neck, almost pressing on your pulse. His deep green eyes fixed on your lips as he mouthed the syllables alongside you. This was one of the most calming times with al-haitham that you could remember had it not been for-

"Hyaa!?" Kaveh's shriek scares the living shit out of you "I know it's your apartment and all but next time tell me you have someone over!" His face is mostly blush by this point

" Why would I? You have never been bothered by visits before"

" Well, because you didn't bang them! If you want to have some over it is fine but if you want to be intimate at least let me know! I don't want to be here when you fuck someone!"

"Oh" Al-haitham focuses on his hand wrapped around your throat and how intensely he was looking at your lips but doesn't care enough about making things clear " if you are bothered you can leave"

You don't get a chance at explaining before kaveh is out the door " couldn't you just tell him this is for our job?"

" I don't see why he should know. Plus we are both grown consenting adults, whatever our relationship is it's between us"

" You are dense as a rock, ain't you?"

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #gi #self aware genshin impact #kinda? you are isekai-ed so i guess #genshin sagau #sagau #al haitham #al haitham x reader #kinda? #suggested he wouldn't mind

[cerealkilleratmidnight]

A few kids were gathered around in one bundle, Billy was curious as to what was going on but he wasn’t curious enough to approach the circle that was forming. Then he saw who it was in the middle of the circle, full attention on this one child. He appeared to have a cast or something. ‘Oh that must be why all of them are so interested, someone broke their arm and everyone is amazed’ Billy sighs as he moves his head from afar, trying to see the boys face to make out who it actually was. Some adult joined the gathering as they tried their best to make the kids leave him alone or something, some left as their attention was occupied with something else that was plain and boring. Now Billy could see the boys face. ‘Huh? It is Stu, when did Stu break his arm? He was fine yesterday?’ Billy looked around , waiting until the boy was alone before approaching him, he made his way over.

Stu knew him and they hang around a bit already before, but still Billy was shy. He stops as he stands in-front of Stu, Stu looking at him with his expecting eyes as he waits for Billy to say or do something. Billy moves his arm, pointing at Stu’s cast on his right forearm. Stu blinks as he looks at his cast and then where Billy is pointing at , before he speaks:

“Ooh… yeah I got a cast yesterday! I broke my arm” he says , voice chipper and unbothered. His smile wide as he moves his arm up to show off the cast to Billy.

“Pretty cool! People been drawing on it all morning and-“

Billy interrupts him as he speaks quietly, it probably wouldn’t have been heard over Stu talking but Stu reacted to it so quickly , immediately shutting up.

“Did it hurt?” Billy speaks with his quiet voice, not looking up at the boy.

Stu’s eyes wander as he musters Billy, before the smile reappears.

“No not really!” He says proudly.

Billy gives out a small huff as he stares at the cast, he hits his fist against it with a bit of force, making Stu squeal.

“Ow..” He mutters as he retracts his arm. Billy chuckles for a split second.

“So it did hurt! “ Billy says with a stronger voice than before , happy that he proved a point.

“Well yes if you hit it, it hurts! Ow…” Stu seems a bit hurt by the fact that Billy would just hit it like that. The two share some awkward silence for a while until Stu speaks again.

“Do you …want to sign it?”

Billy’s eyebrows furrow as he examines the poorly written on names and drawings on his cast. He seems to think about it before he nods. Stu takes out his sharpie as he lends it to Billy, who takes it and starts to scribble something on it. Stu is quiet as he watches Billy draw something on, a scrawly looking face. When he’s done he gives Stu back the pencil without further comment. Stu moves his arm closer so he can see what Billy drew.

“Woah you can draw! It kinda looks like that dude from that Halloween movie” he says as he smiles at Billy , who actually smiles back as he nods.

“Is it from the Movie?” Stu takes his nodding as a cue that’s Stu guessed right, even if it only was by chance (definitely did not look very much like Micheal Myers) since he watched that movie with his sister a few nights ago and had it on his mind ever since.

“Micheal Myers” the boy simply replies. Stu grins.

“I loved that movie !!” Stu exclaims.

That’s how Stu would learn the fact that Billy is obsessed with horror movies , making it his mission to watch them all behind his parents back in an attempt to get to know the quiet boy better.

I see them as being around 10 years old maybe? Had to think about it randomly so why not try and write it down, I always like writing but I never really think I’m good at it nor am I satisfied with it. There are probably so many grammar mistakes and all but still. I wish dyslexia would not exist :)

largely inspired (and the thought originally sparked) by @sharpth1ng fic Butterfly eater (hope it’s okay that I tagged you, don’t want to annoy you 🙇🏼‍♂️)

#scream 1996 #stu macher #stuilly #scream #scream art #billy loomis #fanart #my art #scream fanart #ghostface #billy x stu #young billy loomis #young stu Macher #oneshot

[ahhhwomen]

Plan Set in Motion

Trigger Happy AU

Part 4

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Now things will finally start being put into action, heed the warnings people… Like seriously, I can��t believe I wrote this. This shit is deeply disturbing. (Also please tell me how yall feel about Natasha in this one. ≖‿≖ ) Sorry about the late update, life be wild  ಥ‿ಥ

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI 18+

Warnings Part 4: Allusions to heavy pet play, kidnapping, Mommy kink, pure violence, drugging, angst, framed murder, deeply obsessive behavior, a lot of blood, death

Summary: Officer Wanda has waited long enough, it's time for you to be hers. Even if that means getting rid of a few people on the way…

Word Count: 3323

Jessica never came home.

You had been a ball of stress when you woke the next day, after the coach incident. There had been no reply to any of the texts you sent her the day before. You even called her useless boyfriend in the morning, but still, nothing.

Jessica had always been a wild one. She was always trying to drag you into something, whether it be, parties, hangouts, or bizarre new activities. She had lured you into going bungee jumping with her once. She had complained about how no one wanted to try her new thing and how she was sick of going on road trips alone since this thing of hers was 3 hours away. You knew it was a trap, but nonetheless, after a week of complaints, you went with her.

She still makes fun of how she had to drag you out of her car when you saw what she had been insinuating.

One never really knew what she was up to. Yet, you had this feeling deep in your gut that told you to find her.

So that’s what you would do.

When you collided with someone, you had been running out the door, one foot barely in your shoe. Officer Maximoff was paying her visit. You can’t believe it was just this morning, it feels like ages ago, as you lay in the back of her car. Numb.

“Woah there, where are you going pretty girl?” Wanda smirked down at you.

The interview.

In your panicked frenzy, you had completely forgotten. You almost stumbled over yourself as you tried to string a sentence together while pushing past her. Too much was happening, and her arrival had not helped your messy state of mind. “I'm sorry Officer I have to reschedule,” she frowned, “I have to find my friend. So, if you can excuse me I just have to-“ You were almost past her when she repositioned herself in front of you, standing still as steel.

Her hands took hold of your shoulders, squeezing firmly, grounding you. “Calm down,” she fixed you with a stern but comforting look “What was that about your friend?” At the time you didn’t catch onto the malice in her tone as she dragged the word out, ‘friend’.

You know better now.

////

Wanda had been scolded by her commanding officer when she packed up to go interrogate you, especially since she was going without her ‘partner’. They both knew there was no reason to, but Wanda wasn’t going to let some mild annoyance stop her. Not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.

Plus, Jessica`s whining was starting to piss her off, big time.

“I'm just being thorough Romanoff,” Natasha looked unimpressed. They had been good friends since college. When they realized they were complete opposites in all sense but one.

Wanda had been quiet and preserved, while Natasha was the star student and outgoing. Their shared interests came to light when they had been paired up for a project in science.

They were in the middle of discussing two different methods of accomplishing their end goal when Wanda pulled out her notebook to scribble something down. However, it wasn’t until Natasha let out a gasp of surprise that she looked down. She had opened her sketchbook, a book that was filled with drawings from her perverted mind. This time she had opened the page where a woman was withering on the floor with a boot pressing into her chest and a collar around her neck.

Wanda tried to explain in a flurry, but Natasha had stopped her and shared that she had similar interests and that it was nothing to be ashamed of. They had fooled around a little after that, but quickly realized they both wanted submission from their other half and stayed good friends instead.

As they grew older, they both became more corrupt and would often discuss how they wanted to have someone so completely that they couldn’t function without them. To own them no matter the price. It was by chance that they ended up at the same station, but that wasn’t going to stop Wanda from taking advantage of it.

Wanda ran her hands down her jacket as Natasha made her opinion heard with just a simple scrunch of her eyebrows. “Don’t scrutinize me Tash, your just jealous you couldn’t claim her first.” The other redhead sat down on the edge of Wanda's desk. “Please, I haven’t even met the girl, I'm just wondering what could be so special about her to make you do something stupid.” Wanda fixed her with a glance. She knew the other woman found her obsessiveness to be rash, but she didn’t appreciate her tone, and she made it known.

Natasha raised her hands and leaned more into the desk. She may not completely agree with her friend, but she knew better than to anger her. “Fine, but if it doesn’t go according to plan, don’t come crying to me about it.”

Wanda grinned while producing her best puppy dog eyes.

The other woman huffed and pinched her pointer and thumb together between her eyebrows. This was going to give her a headache later, she could feel it. “What do you need?”

/////

You had been driven around for hours, Wanda had insisted she drive, but still nothing. You had looked everywhere, but there was no sign of her. The sun was already on the way down when Wanda said she should stop somewhere to get some food.

You were left in the car to ponder as she went in to order for the both of you.

The nice officer sure was a touchy woman. Throughout the entire day of driving and questioning people, she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off you. Whether it be resting her hand on your thigh while driving or holding you around your waist as you questioned people close to Jessica. You felt a bit guilty for how good it felt. Your friend was missing and yet all your horny brain could think about was how right the officer's touch felt.

You became aware of her presence again when the car door slammed shut.

You looked over, curious as to what she got, she already had her hand outstretched to you. Handing you an order of chicken nuggets from the kid's menu, she began happily eating her salad.

You blushed and let out a quiet “thank you” as she remained unaware of your embarrassment, well that answers why she was so unashamedly touchy. You were nothing but a grown child to this woman.

You grumble a little to yourself as you started eating.

While chewing on your food you look at the woman beside you. You had gathered close to no information about Jessica, but you had learned quite a bit about Wanda today. You figured it was her way of keeping you from spiraling. For every area and person failing to answer your questions, Wanda would talk a little about herself.

It started with you asking her why she was helping you, to that she had just laughed, saying how it was quite literally her job. Then she talked a little about how her work was mostly boring anyways and that she was almost a bit grateful for having something to do. You should probably have been offended by that, your friend was missing and this officer thought it was nothing but a silly mystery game to solve, but you couldn’t help feeling a little better with this information. At least you weren’t boring her.

She then talked about how annoying her work partner was. How “just because we are both single doesn’t mean I want anything to do with him outside of work”. Apparently, he had been trying to get with her since he started a few months prior. You could feel annoyance crawl inside of you, what an asshole.

She mentioned how her twin brother also went missing for a few days when they were younger. Turns out he thought he could live like Tarzan but returned 2 days after leaving because he got hungry. You laughed a little at that. That’s how you learned she was from Sokovia, you would have never guessed given the lack of accent.

She was comforting to be around.

You yawned.

Wanda glanced over at you as you started getting dizzy. Why were you so fatigued all of a sudden? Wanda leaned over to your side, taking away your food and fastening your seatbelt, you tried to get words out, but your mind was jumbled.

What- why wefvj ajsfklroelh….

////////

You wake up slowly. It feels like the world is spinning as you take in your surroundings. You were in your apartment, but it looks nothing like how it should. You have always been a bit of an obsessive cleaner and as much as a dust particle out of place could make you more than a little grumpy, so you can wholeheartedly say it’s never been like this before. Your coach was flipped upside down again, your living room was filled with beer bottles that were mostly empty and there was trash in every corner of the room.

Not only that but you feel really bad, with a headache stronger than anything you have had before and your jaw strangely sore, you become even more confused. When the grogginess begins to fade and sounds are more clear you become alarmed by a muffled voice in front of you.

Jessica.

She’s tied up to a chair, opposite of you, and has a ball gag in her mouth.

What the hell? You try to move around but a voice stops you. “There you go, baby girl.” You whip your head to the side in surprise. Officer Wanda Maximoff is standing to the left of you with a baseball bat in her hands. A baseball bat that you recognize. You had bought it as soon as you moved out, your father had always made sure that you knew how to protect yourself and advised you on getting something for your apartment. It had been left unused underneath your bed as a precaution.

What is happening?

Your mind is still messed up from whatever she must have given you, but you try to speak. “Gulrgh” only for you to gurgle instead. Suddenly the soreness in your jaw makes more sense, and as the rasp of what could only be rope, digs into your wrist and midsection you realized just how dire this situation is.

Wanda chuckles as you struggle against your bounds.

She goes to reach for your chin, but you flinch away. A resounding smack echoes in your tiny apartment. Your ears ring as you right your head up again. Wanda forcibly grabs your face. “I'm sorry honey, but Mommy doesn’t like it when you flinch away from her.” Her tone is condescending as she keeps eye contact with you. A wicked look in her eyes.

“Now,” she turns back and forth between you and Jessica, “I understand this must be very confusing for the both of you so let me clear some things up.”

“You see, ever since I was little I have had this need. It’s a need to protect those lesser than me. It started off as protecting other kids from bullies, but as time went on and I became older, that wasn’t enough.” She sighs as she begins petting your hair, now completely ignoring Jessica as she cries behind her.

“People weren’t worth it, they were ungrateful and always expected more. Until I meet you.” She is speaking directly to you now. You squirm in confusion as you look up at her. What is she talking about? You meet this woman yesterday.

Wanda smiles a sad smile as she sees your uncertainty.

“You were just so helpless and innocent the day I saw you in that coffee shop.” Your eyes widen. What?

“I know you don’t remember baby, don’t worry though Mommy will explain it all later. But first,” the redhead turns around to the other girl

“Mommy needs to take out the trash.”

“For if there is one thing Mommy has never exapted its sluts touching what’s hers.”

You try to scream as Wanda raises the bat high in the air. Jessica goes pale as a ghost while she stares at you. Wanda brings the bat down onto Jessica's thighs. A sickening crunch can be heard as your roommate shrieks behind her gag and her eyes close tightly. Wanda, now happy that she can't run, releases Jessica from the chair letting her drop to the floor.

Wanda raised the bat again, this time bringing it down onto the girl's arms and side. More crunching can be heard.

You try your best to scream for help, but nothing but loud chocks and spit can be heard. You sob as you watch Wanda go ballistic on your only friend.

It's only when Wanda sees the tears you are shedding for this girl that she snaps. If you ask her exactly what she did, she won't be able to say, but anger so primal lights up within her that she can’t control herself any longer.

Wanda makes it her only task in life to break every single fucking bone in this whore’s body.

It's only when blood begins to scatter onto every surface known to mankind that Wanda takes a breather. After a few more swings of the bat, and a good number of choked sobs from Jessica, of course.

You try to tell what she is doing as she stands more fully and walks over to you.

Blood splatter adored your face.

“Oh, my pretty girl,” Wanda says as she wipes a tear away from your bruised cheek with her bloodied hand. “You are so beautiful, even more so when you cry. Come on baby, beg me, beg me to stop.”

You gurgled on your spit around the gag, desperately trying to form words. “Mmm” Wanda moans in a breathy tone, you look delectable when you are helpless.

She brings the bat down on the girl again. And again. And again. And again.

Bones breaking like sticks under her rath makes her feel even better, god she should have done this ages ago. Your pathetic sobs and hiccups in the background is the cherry on top. After a while the bat isn’t enough, she needs to feel her prey in her own two hands. Jessica is long dead, but that doesn’t matter. She wants to cut her to pieces. To trash her body, ruin it, ruin you.

As you try to loosen the rope digging into your wrists, the redhead takes an empty beer bottle from the table. Smashing it into the ground, pieces fly in all directions, you can feel something lodge into your leg. You grind your teeth against the rubber of the gag and sob even harder, but Wanda doesn’t notice. She's holding the broken bottle in her left hand now, while her right, holds up the smashed head of your roommate. Wanda kneels down, towering over the deceased body, she begins carving into Jessica's pale skin.

You want to hurl.

Wanda takes her time, carving a pretty picture into the once face of your friend, she makes sure to sit in such a way that you get a clear view of her doings. If it wasn’t for her instructions to Natasha, she could do this forever. Nonetheless, they will be here soon. Which means Wanda needs to wrap things up.

There is just one more thing.

When Wanda stands up you press yourself as far into your chair as you can. You don’t know who this woman is, but you now know what she can do. And you are petrified. The older woman moves slowly. Like she is trying not to spook a scared animal. You want to kick and scream, even as you sit there frozen, the fucking impudence of this woman. Looking at you like you are the crazy one while her body is covered in the flesh and fluids of your friend.

The stench of the scarlet liquid becomes even more pungent as Wanda leans over you to grab the kitchen knife that lies behind you on your counter. You want to slap yourself for not seeing it sooner. As she inches away from you, she stops halfway. Her knee makes contact with your crotch as she decides to slide against you while dragging the knife slowly down your chest.

Some things can't be helped. When you look at her like that, she has to. You look so perfectly scared, so submissive under her. As she trails the edge of the blade down your stomach, she debates whether or not to take a detour from her plan, but the time on the microwave in your kitchen quickly silences her mind. If she wanted to get you out before they get here, she needs to act quickly.

You let out a relieved sigh around the gag as she gets off of you.

She knows it's overkill, but even after getting you for herself the entire day, the image of the filthy girl's ungrateful hands around your waist has edged itself into Wanda's mind. She doesn’t want her sour feelings toward yesterday's garbage to taint her future with you. With a new vigor to her movement, the redhead paints the ceiling red as she brings the knife down a few rounds.

You sit there in complete silence as you watch Wanda's madness take its true, and hopefully, final form. Your eyebrows feel like they will hit your hairline as silent tears drop faster. Jessica's hands now detached, Wanda drops the knife and stands.

Even as she gets closer you don’t move an inch. Your eyes are stuck on the pile of blood and body parts. What has she done? Who is this woman? Why you? Why don’t you hate her for what she has done to Jessica?

Wanda pities you as she sees the questions that will never be answered swirl around in that small head of yours. She wants to let you be for a little, but no time like the present.

As sirens ring outside your apartment building and heavy boots run up the staircase Wanda cuts you loose. She takes action into her own hands as you seem to have gone inanimate. Gathering you up in her strong arms she makes sure to leave by the fire escape. It’s a bit tricky to get you both through your small bedroom window, but she manages.

She was expecting a fight as she blindfolds you and lays you in the back of her car, but you remain unresponsive. As she closes the door she can see a nasty gash with a piece of glass sticking out on your leg. She cringes a bit while driving home, she definitely overdid it. She vows to herself that she will make up for it after she settles you into your new home.  

Everything will be fine now honey, Mommy is bringing you home.

#dark!wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #mommy!wanda #dark!wanda x reader #ahhhwomen #dark!wanda maximoff x reader

[ichorai]

dinner & diatribes ; adrian chase. (m)

track eleven of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; adrian chase x gn!reader

synopsis ; the two of you only brought the worst out of each other, but you just couldn’t stay away.

words ; 1.8k

themes ; comedy, mild smut (?)

warnings / includes ; arguing, lots of swearing, they fuck against a desk but it's not too graphic and pretty glossed over, reader punches adrian and breaks his nose, chris is the embodiment of e_e

main masterlist.

“I had him!” you snarled, striding up to Adrian until the two of you were practically nose-to-nose. He had ripped his mask off earlier, seeing no point in keeping it on when everybody on the team was already very well aware of his not-so-secret secret identity. “He was the only shot we had at getting information and you just fucking—Argh! You ruined everything, you dumb fucking piece of motherfucking—!”

Raising his hands in a condescendingly placating manner, Adrian retorted, “Woah! Watch it, potty mouth!”

Frustration crawled through your skin and wove beneath your muscles, nestling within your bones. “God, I hate you. This was my mission. You had no right interfering—!”

“Well, excuse me, first of all, this was our mission. Second, I’m sorry for saving your ass!” he interrupted. “If it hadn’t been for me, you would be out there, bleeding out of multiple gunshot wounds, thinking to yourself, ‘Oh, I wish Vigilante was here to come rescue me! He’s so handsome and I wish I could have sex with him just one more time and tell him how sorry I am for being a dick and ignoring him and pretending like it had never fucking happened!’”

You clenched your jaw, eye twitching. Sure, the two of you had slept together once—it was the heat of the moment and the adrenaline after a bloody fight, really—sodden clothes were hastily torn away or pulled to the side, bleeding lips were roughly slanted against each other, and he had fucked you on top of Chris’ messy desk with wild abandon. So fucking what?

“I was more than capable of handling the situation on my own.”

“Oh, were you, really?” Adrian rolled his eyes. “Don’t kid yourself. Honestly, sometimes it feels like you wouldn’t even care if you died—!”

With a growl rumbling within your throat, you wound your arm back, clenched your hand into a tight fist, and struck Adrian squarely in the face. A bilious crack echoed throughout the dingy room. He reared backwards, clutching his most-likely broken nose, groaning loudly. 

You were well aware of the fact that the rest of the team was awkwardly watching the two of you hash it out. Tentative, Adebayo started saying, “Guys, I think we—”

“No!” you cut her off. “Fuck you, Adrian.”

With that, you stormed out of the room, ripping off the rest of your tactical gear along the way and cold fury wrapping its dark hands around your neck. 

“Fuck,” Adrian said, all stuffy from his bleeding nose. “That made me so hard.”

Chris smacked him on the back of his head, which made him squawk with pain.

“I don’t know, man,” said Chris, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on scribbling a dove of peace on another one of his weapons that Harcourt hadn’t bothered emblazing, despite his repeated insistence. “Maybe you should apologize to Y/N. They seemed really pissed.”

Blowing a raspberry, Adrian waved his most best friend’s advice away. “Pfft—no, if anything, they should be the one apologizing to me. Did you see how my nose was all bloody and crooked?”

Chris momentarily turned his attention away from the crude drawing of the dove of peace (which, unsurprisingly, looked like a ghost), and scowled at the spectacled, borderline psychotic man-child across from him. “Jeez, stop overreacting. Harcourt set your nose back right after, don’t be such a baby.”

“But it hurt!” Adrian whined. “You know that a person’s sense of smell is probably, like, the most important sense out of all the senses?”

“I don’t think that’s true.” 

“Uh huh—scented candle businesses would go bankrupt if none of us could smell!”

Narrowing his eyes, Chris replied, “Yeah, but how the fuck would that make it the most important—ugh, you know what? Just go apologize to them. We have another mission tomorrow morning and I don’t want their panties in a twist because of you.”

Adrian chortled. “Heh, wouldn’t be the first time I twisted their pa—” At Chris’ sharp glare, he immediately cut himself short. “Fine! I’ll go, I’ll go. If I die, please play an episode of Friends at my funeral—specifically the episode where they hire Danny Devito as a stripper. I really liked that episode. I liked it a lot. You got that?”

“Yeah, Danny Devito, stripper, funeral, got it!” retorted Chris, clearly not listening anymore as he waved Adrian away.

Squaring his shoulders, Adrian marched away from his trusted friend and headed to the room down the hall, pushing the door open and peeking his head through. He saw you buried behind a pile of paperwork on your desk, muttering incoherently beneath your breath. 

When you noticed him come in, he pursed his lips and waved awkwardly, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey,” he called out from the other side of the room, a bit too loudly. You winced at his volume, and he moved closer before parroting himself, this time much quieter. “Hey.” 

“Hey,” came your tentative, stiff reply. “What do you want?”

The man in front of your desk cleared his throat, rocking himself back onto his heels as he swung his arms awkwardly. “I, uh, just wanted to apologize.”

“Oh, yeah?” You crossed your arms, cocking one of your eyebrows expectantly. “Go on, then.”

“I’m…” Adrian doubled over groaning, stomping his feet like a petulant child, before righting himself and huffing in an overexaggerated manner. “Ugh, I hate this. Fuck—I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said those things to you. It was unprofessional.”

Humming, the beginnings of a smirk began to play with the corner of your lips. “Great, thanks. You can go now.”

Adrian stayed rooted to the spot, staring at you blankly. 

“What?” you asked him.

He scowled, gesturing to his slightly-crooked nose.

Rolling your eyes to the ceiling, you sighed. “Fine. I’m sorry for punching you. Happy?”

“Yeah, pfft, whatever—doesn’t even hurt,” he bluffed, leaning his weight onto your desk in an effort to appear nonchalant. 

You scoffed. “With how you were groaning, you made it sound like I nearly killed you.”

“You’ve got a strong punch, okay?” he heatedly rebutted, before haughtily sticking his sore chin up in the air. After another second of tense silence, he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his fucked-up nose. He coughed into his fist, before muttering, “Honestly, though… it was really fucking hot.”

The dull wooden edge of your desk dug into your lower back as Adrian leaned over you, mouth rough on yours, glasses knocked askew amidst his vigor. One of his hands were buried in your roots at the back of your head, anchoring you close to him, and the other pinned your thighs apart so he could slot between them. Your hands were tightly curled up in the gap between his sweltering skin and his suit’s dark armor, yanking him to bridge the gap between you. His nose brushed your cheekbone every time he surged forward to kiss you—and it sent a mild jolt of pain spidering down his spine, but he didn’t seem to mind it too much, rather preoccupied with other sensations.

Clothes were hastily pulled to the side, sweat beaded both of your foreheads, and strained gasps fell through your lips as he began to move against you.

Neither punching Adrian nor fucking him afterwards were on your agenda for today, but you certainly weren’t complaining. And judging by how loudly he was moaning into the brutal kiss, he wasn’t going to complain, either.

With one final roll of his hips into yours, he bucked forward with a strangled, choking noise as his climax washed over him just when you were pushed off the edge as well, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“God, you’re loud,” you panted, snaking your hands to his hair to gently pull him away from the crevice of your neck. 

He stared at you with full-blown pupils, delighting in the fact that you were quivering against him ever so slightly. “And you’re so fucking hot.”

“Alright, buddy, we’re done here,” you said, patting his chest, before pushing away and straightening out your wrinkled clothes. “This is the last time this is ever happening, by the way.”

Adrian scoffed, righting his glasses up his nose. “Uh huh, yeah right. Admit it, you just can’t resist me. I’m like the peanut butter to your jelly! The… the chocolate to your pizza!”

Nose wrinkling, you shook your head incredulously. “What? Who the fuck eats chocolate with pizza?”

“Uh, duh, I do,” he replied, as if it were obvious. “It’s amazing—you should really try it. I don’t know, maybe you could come over to my place one day and have some. Nothing beats the perfect ratio of greasy-crispy Hawaiian pizza and Nutella straight from the jar.”

Kiss-swollen lips parting, you leaned against your desk out of interest once again. Adrian was fidgeting with his hands awkwardly and began looking everywhere but you, like he hadn’t just fucked you silly literally a minute ago.

“Are you asking me out?”

“No!” he said. “Maybe.”

You regarded him with a strange look.

“Ugh, yes, fine, I’m asking you out. Well, technically in—I’m asking you into my house. Preferably into my bed—”

“Alright!” you interrupted, holding your hands out. “Fine. Only this one time. But just because you’ve come in me twice by now doesn’t mean you can go on falling in love with me, okay?”

Brightening, Adrian sidled closer to you, the green of his eyes glimmering beneath the flickering lights hanging over your desk. “Don’t worry, that won’t be a problem. If anything, you should watch out for falling in love with me. I’m quite the catch, you know?”

It was hard to suppress the growing grin forming over your lips. “You’ve got the Barbie Girl song as your ringtone.”

“Yeah, and? It’s a good song—super catchy. It’s practically a chick magnet,” he defended, beaming like an idiot. 

You rolled your eyes, patting his chest twice, before striding away from both him and your desk, off to go to the bathroom to clean up the sticky mess between your thighs. Adrian watched you go, before repeatedly punching the air with excitement and breaking out into a dance—not to music, but to the buzz of the office’s artificial lights, and the lethargic whir of the semi-broken air conditioner. 

 From outside, he could hear Chris greet you, and he momentarily paused in his little victory jig.

“Oh, hi, Y/N! Hah, your hair’s all messed up, why do you look like you just had your brains fucked—oh. Oh. God damn it, you guys better not have done it on my desk again!”

#adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #peacemaker fanfiction #adrian chase fanfiction #adrian chase smut #adrian chase fluff #adrian chase imagines #peacemaker x reader #adrian chase drabbles #adrian chase x you #vigilante x you #vigilante smut #vigilante peacemaker #vigilante fanfiction #vigilante imagines #vigilante drabbles #peacemaker fluff #peacemaker smut

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

I have a fika idea, lee!han Ler!skz. During the filming of Lalal, Khan was tied up for the scene and memberv decided to make fun of him

A Little Tied Up:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Han

𝒍𝒆𝒓: SKZ

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: bondage, tied to a chair, references to lalalala

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33@v--143@wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday@inkytornpages@lajanaa

“Cut!”

Jisung sighs as he slumps in the chair he was tied to. 

The kids had just finished filming the scene for their MV. 

“So? How was it?” Chan asked, walking over to the quokka. 

“Eh. It was fun! I wonder when they’ll untie me, though.” Jiusng looked around for a staff member, leaning slightly forward in the chair. 

“Yeah. You’re in such a vulnerable position haha!” Chan followed by poking his side quickly, grabbing the chair when the younger squealed and twisted, almost falling over in the process. 

“Woah waoh! Careful! This chair is really tipsy huh?” Chris giggled down at the blushing boy. 

“Ugh. Don’t knock me over hyung. I’ll so get you back.” Hannie rolled his eyes, clearly frightened at the aspect of falling over again. 

“Mmm. Okay. But what if you knock yourself over?” Chan asked cheekily, following by suddenly squeezing at Han’s thighs, making sure to use his other hand to scribble at his sides. 

“Noho tihihickling! HYUNG STAHP!” Han screeched through his laughter, twisting every which way on the table and trying to move his arms. 

“What’s happening here? Is Hannie done?” Minho walked onto the set before cooing at the little squeaks of laughter the younger let out. 

He didn’t waste any time in clawing at the quokka’s rib cage, eliciting loud squawks of laughter. 

“HEHEY! Thihihis ihihis soho uhuhunfahahair!” Jisung squealed when Minho’s fingers latched onto his top ribs, kneading gentle circles into the space. 

“Hi! Ooh, who’s getting tickled?!” Changbin asked, accompanied by the rest of the kids. 

“Hannie!” Lino replied, tickling a little harder just to watch Jisung tug at his arms at his sides and throw his head back. 

“Ooh let’s help!” Felix jogged over and immediately scribbled on Jisung’s neck, producing the cutest giggles he had ever heard. 

Soon enough, fingers were digging into every crevice of his ribs, in every sensitive spot, in every weak area. 

The worst part was that Jiusng was tied up tightly, not allowing him to even move. 

This immobilization did nothing but increase the sensation, though. 

“NOOHOHOHO! GUHUHUYS PLEASE IHIM TOOHO SEHEHENSITIVE FOR THIHIHIS!” He squealed as he twisted backwards in his chair and stamped his feet into the ground. 

“He admits it!” Chan teased, laughing as Jisung howled with laughter, his whole body shaking. 

“WHYHYHY IHIHIS IHIHIT AHAHAHALWAHAYS MEHEHEHE?!” Han choked through his uncontrollable laughter. 

”Cuz you’re cute when you’re tickled, what other reason can it be?“ Jeongin replied down at Hannie’s knees, squeezing the tops of them and grabbing his legs when they kicked out.

“AHAAARGH STAHAHAP IHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!” Han whined as the smile on his face started to ache a little. 

The others continued to shove their fingers into every gap in the rope, effectively driving the quokka up a wall. 

The poor kid shrieked and squealed, small tears of laughter falling down his cheeks. 

Suddenly, Hannie felt the rope loosen around his waist. The string must’ve come undone. 

He suddenly yanked his arms forwards and batted at the hands roaming around his body, earning shouts of surprise from the rest of the group, who decided to let up purely from the desperate sobs of laughter resounding through the room. 

Jisung slumped in his chair, panting loudly as he wrapped his arms around himself, fixing his bangs and wiping his tears. 

“Sorry, kiddo. Are you okay?” Changbin asked, placing his hand on the victim’s knee. 

“Yeah…yeah I’m fine.”

“They better not put that in the behind the scenes.” Han noted the camera that had been pointing at him the whole time. 

He wouldn’t mind, though.

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #lee jisung

[shayyprasad]

daddy's money | peter parker

get your mind outta the gutter. also, y/n is tony stark's daughter.

summary: you don't like the idea of a new step-mother, so you take things into your own hands.

she scowled at the woman sitting in front of her, stabbing her broccoli in hopes that it would control the pending urge of wanting to stab rachel.

rachel.

filthy little woman. y/n was sure, 100% sure, that she was only here for the money. if only her father could see that, she thought, continuing to assault the veggies in front of her.

rachel was her tony's new fling. or at least that's what she had thought. until the woman sat in her eyeline, flaunting her new diamond ring.

that's a fat stone.

every single little thing about rachel just seemed to set y/n off. from the way she bugged about coffee coasters, to how she scrunched her stupidly perfect nose when she laughed. the stark girl wanted to drag that lady out the front door by her hair.

"y/n, honey," her infuriating voice called out, "is everything alright? i was just asking your father about your boyfriend. i would absolutely love to meet him!"

"no, thanks. don't need another person getting brainwashed by you," she muttered under her breath.

"i'm sorry, what was that?"

"nothing."

"surely you've told him about me, no?"

y/n returned the smile, except hers had sarcasm dripping from it. "it must have slipped my mind, rachel, but i'm not sure it would have come up, anyways. we really only talk about important things."

rachel opened her mouth to respond, but her father had already gotten to that. "y/n," he warned.

"yes, daddy?" she asked, her voice the most innocent it could be.

he looked at her with exasperation before turning back to his fiancée to tell her about peter.

y/n huffed and crossed her arms, debating if she should throw a tantrum or not, as childish as it was. "can i be excused?" she didn't wait for an answer as her push her chair away from the table, already hitting the button for the elevator.

she laid in bed that night, thinking of a way to show her dad she didn't want this. she didn't need another family member. their family was perfect the way it was, just the two of them, was it not?

y/n grinned to herself, formulating a plan already. she was gonna make him pick.

her or rachel?

and she hoped her answer was right.

~.*.~

y/n saw peter approaching her from the corner of her eye, and waved him over to her locker. "hey, angel," he greeted, the cutest smile on his face. "how was your day?"

"it was okay. as good as mondays can be. you know, i really don't like mondays. or tuesdays. or wednesdays. or thursdays and fridays."

peter snickered at her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "that's okay, 'cuz you got me here to make your life amazing."

"on the note of amazingness," she started, kicking in her plan, "i've got a date planned for us."

"you do? wait, is today something important? is it your birthday? wait, no, my birthday? anniversary? fuck- no, wait, shit, um-"

"no, pete! can't a girlfriend do something excessively romantic for her boyfriend?"

"not this one, no," he teased. y/n stuck her tongue out at him, giggling slightly. she opened the notebook that she was holding and scribbled an address down, ripping the page out handing it to him. "meet me here. at six. in a tux, babe."

"woah, tux? what've you got planned?"

"please, i'm the daughter of tony stark. i'm allowed to plan good shit."

"yes, ma'am. six o'clock sharp. won't keep you waiting," peter winked.

"you better not," she retorted, poking his chest lightly.

laying a kiss on her cheeked, he walked backwards away from her, "bye, darling, love you," he called out.

"see you, baby."

~.*.~

he walked up to the large building, eyes wide as he rechecked the address from what seemed to be the place y/n had told him to arrive at. and this was definitely the one. by the looks of it, this place was fucking expensive, and he knew that. peter wasn't expecting something like this. he hesitantly pushed open the door, jaw dropping as he saw the shining chandelier that was hoisted into the air.

yep. definitely expensive.

"hello, sir, do you have a name for the reservation?"

"yes- no, um, maybe? actually, you see, i-"

"he's with me," y/n smiled, intertwining their hands as she stepped into the building. "reservation for stark."

the waitress's brows shot up, presumably after hearing the girl's surname.

"of course, right this way."

y/n pulled him through to the table. and it was a nice table. that was probably the first thing he noticed. after the waitress had left them alone, he finally got a chance to admire how the love of his life looked tonight.

"you look... um, really gorgeous, angel."

"why, thank you, parker. you don't look to shabby yourself."

she glanced down at the menu, skimming through to see what she wanted. peter did the same, and she knew he'd pick the cheapest thing. but it didn't matter, y/n had it covered.

"are you ready to order?" a different waiter asked.

"um, just a sec, i-"

"yes. one of everything, please."

"woah, wait, what? y/n, we don't-"

"we do," she shrugged, not even bothering to figure out the rest of what he was about to say. his eyes were wide, and he looked back and forth, from y/n to the man taking down the order.

"angel, this is crazy expensive. besides, there's no way we can eat all of that!"

"oh, well, what we can't finish we can pack. i'm sure may would enjoy some gourmet food. who doesn't?"

peter sighed, already confused and worried as to what she was planning. "will that be all?" the man asked.

what else is there to get? it's not like we've ordered literally one of everything, he thought. peter had no idea what the love of his life was up to. but whatever it was, he figured, it wouldn't be good. it was odd because was usually so careful with how she spent money, and now she was spending so much.

"baby, baby, get that look off your face. you're totally overthinking this."

"sorry i'm overthinking how your dad will kill me when he finds out you've ordered everything there is to order on the menu when we're supposed to be on a regular date," he scoffed.

"nah, love, he won't kill you. i think."

"jeez, makes me feel so much better."

"you need to shut up and enjoy this."

"okay, okay, i'm done now!"

"uh-huh. and either way, babe," she started, a shit-eating grin plastered to her face, "it's daddy's money."

~.*.~

the second his love walked through the doors of the school that, he was happy, but also exasperated. every single day of the past two weeks, she had gotten his a ridiculously expensive present. he had tried so hard to tell her he didn't need it, but then she'd pull that face that made him melt. the one where she parted her lips and pouted the slightest. where her brows were upturned and her eyes were wider than normal. and then... he had no choice but to give in.

peter was slightly scared to see what it was this time. why was she spending so much on him? spending so much of tony's money.

but he did have a suspicion.

"hey, mr. stark," peter greeted, giving a small wave as he approached the older man who seemed to be tearing his hair out at his computer.

"oh, hey, peter."

"you don't normally sound that disappointed to see me," he joked.

"no... it's not that, it's just," he sighed, "god sakes, my daughter's been running up thousand upon thousands of dollars! it's ridiculous! she's already spent just over a million!" the boy winced, frowning.

"i know it's not really my place to, um, say this, but have you talked about... er- rachel to her? i-it just seems like she isn't... how do i say this? fond? she doesn't seem fond of her." fond wasn't the right word. more like hate. hate with a burning passion. the fact that y/n cursed about the lady to him was a hint. just a hint.

tony sucked in a breath, "well, kind of." he opened his mouth, trying to figure out how to explain this. "i know y/n doesn't like rachel. but i thought maybe if we got more serious, like, i don't know, engaged, she would see that rachel's here to stay. i love both them, i really do, but i can't figure out how to get them to love each other." tony paused. "is that was this is? this whole money thing, peter?"

"...yes. well, i think. look, mr. stark, y/n isn't great with change. and you know this as much as i do. try and level with her here, a heart to heart or something. honestly... i think she's just, um, scared." he knew she'd kill him if she ever heard him say that. instinctively, he looked around, just to double check. his girlfriend didn't come close to an avenger, but she scared him more than any of them ever did. definitely got that part from her dad.

"yeah, no, i think you're right." he paused. "nope, still sounds weird to say aloud."

peter shrugged, "at the end of the day, whether she likes it or not, you're still her dad. and i know y/n wants to see you happy, and if this is it... she'll understand."

"i know, i know. wait, what do you mean, 'whether she likes it or not?'"

"uh, so, i'm gonna go now. good luck, mr. stark," he rambled, rushing out.

tony took a deep breath as he enter the elevator, preparing himself to go talk to his daughter. he knocked quietly on the door, "y/n, sweetheart?"

"dad?" she asked, peeking her head out the door.

"um, yeah, can i come in? i want to talk to you."

"er- okay," y/n opened the door wider for him to come in. "what's up?"

"a lot," he pressed his lips together, "like the sky, cosmos-"

"what? wait, no, dad-"

"yeah, i know. that was the worst one yet," tony chuckled, glancing at her and taking a seat on her bed. he patted the spot beside him, motioning the girl over. she did so, plopping herself down.

"look, peanut, i know you don't like rachel. trust me, i got those subtle hints. you know, like you spending a million dollars on stupidly expensive things. but y/n, i really like her. she's it for me. it's like what you have with peter, but, like, varied. we aren't half as sappy."

she hummed in annoyance, playfully rolling her eyes before looking down at her hands.

"why do we need her? i don't want, nor need, a mom. much less a stepmom. much, much, less rachel. am- am i not enough? is that why?" her voice broke slightly, showing her vulnerability.

tony quickly took her hands in his, eyes widening. "no, no, no, y/n. of course not, sweetheart. did you really think that?" tears pooled in his eyes as he reassured his daughter. "you come first. you have always, always, always come first, from the second you were brought into this world. you come before her, and you will stay my first priority, forever. please trust that. you are everything to me, honey, everything. rachel isn't going to change anything."

"you mean it?" she cried. "promise?"

"i promise, sweetheart," he murmured, sniffing as he pulled his daughter into the safe place that was his arms. and they stayed like that for a while, until y/n pulled away.

"okay," she whispered. "i don't like rachel, and i can't guarantee that it'll change soon, but i'll try."

"that's all i need, honey. i love you 3000," he winked.

y/n hugged him again, and after a second, "did peter put you up to this?"

"you've got one heck of a boyfriend."

"i know, daddy."

#spiderman #tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x you #still figuring out tumblr #like 70 more parts to upload on here

[leegemma]

I just had like the cutest idea omg

So like a lee!hanbin and ler!chan skz zb1 crossover

I thought that would just be the cutest thing ever💔

Thank you for your request, so sorry it took me so long to get to it! It was a bit strange for me to write a fic with both Hanbin's and Chan's names together 😅

I hope you like it though! (I know the tickling part is really short... but It was really hard to write, so sorry)

Enjoy:)

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Hanbin took a deep breath before walking into to the artist lounge. He was about to meet with one of his biggest inspirations. Zb1 is a relatively new group, and the members were thinking very highly of their seniors, but for hanbin...

He was so nervous to meet bangchan of stray kids, that his arms were shaking as he rested his hand on the door handle, ready to open the door.

See, today, hanbin was told he'll be going on a show as the mc together with a different groups leader. Hanbin was excited at the opportunity to interact with the kpop community. However, it seems that the details of how famous this "leader" is were not explained properly, and when he found out, hanbin freaked.

Ans so now, he was finally ready to try to impress the Australian no matter what.

He opened the door and peeked inside, Chan immediately stood up with a big smile and went up to give hanbin a hug. "You must be hanbin, right?"

Hanbin blushed and nodded tensly. "Y-yes, it's such an honour to meet you... and mc with you today!"

Chan laughed and patted his back, smiling when all the staff members left the two alone. "Oh jeez, you’re so formal. Come on, let's sit."

And so the two sat down. Chan was sat comfortably, while hanbin was visibly nervous, legs shaking and hands resting in his lap.

Chan noticed how the younger's knuckles were starting to turn white, and he chuckled, poking the boy's side, smirking when he jumped. "Why are you so scared of me? I promise I don't bite"

Hanbin's eyed widened as he trued to quickly deny the allegations, while rubbing his side to make the tingle go away. "I'm no scared, I promise! I'm just- I was just really nervous to meet you."

Chan sent hanbin a gentle smile and placed his hand on the hamster's shoulder. "We're both just people at the end of the day, no need to be so anxious."

The awkwardly conversed for a few more minutes before chan sighed and shook his head. "This isn't working."

Hanbin's face darkened, and his eyes filled with tears. "I know... I'm sorry, I'll- I'll leave. I'm sure they can find someone to replace me wit-"

Chan laughed loudly. "No no no! I mean, I can't let you stay so stressed next to me anymore."

Hanbin blushed even deeper. "Oh..."

Chan scooted closer to the boy. "You know... there's one thing I know that can bring people closer, but I'm gonna need you to trust me."

Hanbin nodded. "Okay."

Chan smiled. "Great,how about you just lay down on your back... just like that... and I'm just gonna side on your hips, is that okay?"

Hanbin stared confused as chan lifted his arms up and held both his wrists with one hand. "I'm sorry... I don't really get what this is for?"

Chan smirked. "Oh you will, in just a second..."

That's when Chan started scribbling into hanbin's ribs, eyes widening in surprise when the younger screamed and immediately started hysterically laughing. "Woah, didn't expect this much of a reaction."

"W-WAIHAHAT!!" Hanbin tried twisting and turning, his brain taking way to long to comprehend what was happening.

"Not until you feel more comfortable! You can relax next to me buddy. Or do you think I'm way too old?" Chan teased, digging into the poor boy's tummy.

Hanbin screamed and tried folding his legs up. "NOHOHO! I DON'T!"

Chan laughed, moving to squeeze the knees and thighs that kept trying to attack him. "Good... make sure it stays like that. Some people tend to call me old." He rolled his eyes at the thought of seungmin favorite nickname for him.

Hanbin squealed and eventually fell into silent laughter, managing to wheeze out a few words. "Okay... ihihi... give..."

Chan laughed and got off him, offering him water and patting his back until the boy was all calmed down. "We should probably head over and start filming, yeah?"

Hanbin nodded after drinking, he then smiled at chan before speaking. "Thank you hyung. I really am grateful to be here with you today."

Cha smiled and wrapped his arm around hanbin's shoulder as they walked out of the room. "I know, buddy. Let's finish this quickly so we can go get ice cream and discuss our crazy leader stories, alright?"

"I'd like that." Hanbin nodded, making a little celebratory motion as soon as chan turned around a bit.

Safe to say, Hanbin will remember this lesson for when he's the experienced one.

#tickling community #tickle fics #skz tickle #zb1 tickle #kpop tickling #lee!hanbin #ler!chan

[peppermint-toads]

𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 this is gonna be slowwwww burn. and it’s the first thing i’ve written in a long time so go easy on me

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 pregnant reader, reader is really struggling like fr, eventual smut just not in this chapter

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 eddie moves to another dingy little town in south carolina and works at a dingy little grocery store where he meets you! a pregnant twenty something year old.

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎

The air inside of the Piggly Wiggly was stale, and the squeaking wheel of your shopping cart was giving you a migraine. But you needed the cart, you had to have something to lean on so your nausea didn’t completely take over.

You could hear fruit flies buzzing over the produce as you picked through the pile of oranges. You counted your losses, leaving the produce section with no success. Passing by the onions and garlic, you nearly gagged, holding your breath as you pushed your rickety-wheeled cart towards the dairy.

Clutching the underside of your rounded stomach, you stretched your arm up to grab the last half gallon of chocolate milk. You strained trying to reach it. It wasn’t that you were particularly short, or that the shelves were particularly tall, everything was just difficult ever since you passed fourteen weeks. Precariously you leaned forward on your tiptoes, finally grabbing the plastic handle.

You dropped it in your cart, taking a long moment to catch your breath and readjust your dress. Next you needed—god what did you need? The brain fog was growing frustrating. You shoved your hand into your purse, fishing around for the list you scribbled onto the back of a receipt. And sure, it was just a little thing, forgetting what else you needed to get, but that’s just the thing. The little things just kept on piling up, and the pile grew bigger and bigger until all you could do was cry. Cry in the middle of the grocery store.

You sniffled, willing your tears to go away as you kept pushing the cart. But then your shoelace got caught in the shaky wheel, nearly pulling you to the ground.

A pair of warm hands were on your shoulders, making sure you stayed vertical.

“Woah, woah. You alright?”

You nodded your head and wiped your eyes, dismissing him without a glance because you were too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“No, really.” He stopped you from moving. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just my shoelace, that’s all.” You tried to appease him enough so he would leave you alone, go about his day and remember you as the helpless, crying pregnant lady he saw at work today.

It was pointless though, because then you were trying to bend down to tie your dirty shoelace and you couldn’t reach it. Your belly wasn’t even that big, your entire body was just so sore, you couldn’t possibly bend down all the way to tie it properly.

So, the stock boy, as it seemed, was kneeling in front of you and patting his thigh.

“C’mon, let me help.” He smiled up at you, not caring about how dirty his pants were probably getting from the visibly gross tile.

You were flustered to say the least, and it wasn’t like you could do it yourself. Shakily, you lifted your foot to rest on his thigh, grabbing onto the cart for some stability. Looking down, you saw his cheap, plastic name tag. Edward.

“Bunny ear, bunny ear, jumped through the hole, popped out the other side, beautiful and bold.” He murmured while he tied your shoe, and it made you giggle.

He was seemingly pleased with your laugh, smiling as he stood back up.

“My uncle taught me that when I was a kid.” His eyes drifted to your stomach as he said that.

All you could manage to do was stare back at him with glossy eyes. You were scared if you opened your mouth to talk, your voice would crack and you would just blubber at him in the middle of the aisle. He noticed that, too.

So he distracted you, snatching the crumpled receipt paper from your hand, smoothing it out and scanning over it.

“Alright, looks like the next stop is frozen foods.”

He started making his way to the end of the aisle, turning back when he didn’t hear you following.

“You coming? This frozen pizza isn’t gonna get itself!”

As strange as the interaction was, you found yourself trailing after him.

He led you around the store, asking which brand of thing you wanted before placing it in your cart, repeating that until the end of the list. All the while he was talking your ear off about anything and everything.

He even guided you towards the checkout, unloading everything onto the belt for you, gently swatting your hand away when you tried to lean over and help.

And god forbid he let you load your own groceries into your car, didn’t you know “pregnant ladies shouldn’t do any heavy lifting?” Even though you hardly considered a half-gallon of milk heavy lifting.

He slammed your trunk closed, dusting his hands off on his apron.

“Well, Edward. Thank you for your help.”

He smiled sadly when you said his name. “It’s just Eddie.” He regained his normal cadence after a beat. “But, you’re welcome. It sure beat stocking shelves.”

You were unsure how to leave it. Did you give him your number? Did you smile politely and never return to the store ever again? You couldn’t do that, the prices were too good.

“Well, um,” you smiled awkwardly, sliding into your front seat. “See you around.” It was more of a question than a declaration.

But he smiled reassuringly, giving you a yes, you’ll see me around nod.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x pregnant reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Fake Boyfriends Never Stay Fake For Long {Eddie Munson X Plus Size Reader}

Plot: You ask Eddie Munson to pretend to be your boyfriend to make your ex jealous.

Character: Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Identifying Reader

Warnings: Cruel comments about weight, negative thinking surrounding body image/weight, swearing, drinking at a party, slight violence (punching)

part of my eddie 'pretty eyes' series

He fumbled around in his dark tin for a few seconds before pulling out a rolled up joint. He put it between his lips, lit it and took a long drag before asking, "So lemme get this right," he leaned on the table, "you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend in order to make your ex-boyfriend jealous? Correct?"

You nodded, "Yes." You'd thought of the idea last night and when you saw Eddie in the halls that morning, you realised that he was the perfect candidate to ask to do this. It was a pretty wild idea, a fake boyfriend, but you wanted to prove your ex wrong, prove every cruel thing that he said about you wrong.

"And why me?" He took another drag, smoke puffing out the side of his mouth.

You shrugged, "You'd annoy the shit out of him, Eddie, why not be you?"

Eddie smirked, "Why do you want to make him jealous? Are you wanting to get back together with him?"

You grimaced and quickly shook your head, "God no, I just want to rub it in his face. He's a snarky asshole, he said some pretty awful stuff and I want to prove him wrong... So what do you think?"

"I... Why the hell not?" He grinned, motioning with his hands as he did so, "When do we start, Princess?"

You beamed at him, "Eddie, you're a life saver! Um, there's a party tonight, Jason's throwing it out at Benny's old diner."

Eddie groaned, "Carver? God, he's the worst!"

"I know but Ben will be there-" Eddie cut in asking if 'Ben' was your ex, "Yeah, he'll be there so I need him to see us together. We have to make it as realistic as possible you know."

"So you're okay with me flirting, kissing, touching?"

"If it feels right in the moment but-" a bubble of anxiety came from inside you. You weren't a petite, skinny girl, you had fat and a protruding stomach... some things that Ben didn't like anymore, "You sure you're okay to be seen with me? I mean... I'm not the most attractive or skinniest girl in Hawkins."

Eddie leaned on his elbows, watching you with curious eyes. You had been so confident up until this point, until it came down to your image. Consider Eddie to be intrigued, he wanted to know what Ben had done for you to take such drastic measures, "For what it's worth... I think you're pretty damn hot, doesn't matter what weight you are." Your cheeks burned but you played it down, thinking that Eddie was just playing into his role of being your fake boyfriend.

Quickly, so as not to get too flustered, you grabbed your bag, taking out your notebook and pen before scribbling your address on it, "Pick me up around 8pm?" You gave the paper to Eddie before you grabbed your things and left, slightly flushed and with a thought of 'what the fuck did I just do?'.

"Okay so ground rules," you said as you sat in Eddie's van. He'd picked you up fifteen minutes ago and now you were parked outside of Benny's old diner. You could hear the music muffled and pumping from inside, "Don't lay it on too thick but also don't lay it on too thin either. If anyone asks, we've been dating a little over a month, it's going great. You made the first move-"

"Woah, you've got this all planned out, don't you?" Eddie asked, corners of his mouth raising into a smirk, "Why don't you just take it easy and relax, Princess? It'll be fine... Stop worrying."

"I can't help it. I just worry all the damn time."

"What are you worried about?" He knew that all of this was fake and yet he found himself so intrigued to know more about you, about you and your pretty eyes.

You sighed, "In my head, this was a great idea... but now that we're here I'm just worried. Worried about Ben's reaction, what he'll say, how his friends will be." Eddie frowned as he asked you to explain further, "I... I'm worried what he'll say about me, about my weight..."

It all began to click into place for Eddie. You'd asked him earlier that day if he'd be okay seen with you because of your weight and now you were worried that Ben would mention it... It didn't take a genius to figure out what the issues in the relationship were. His frown only deepened as he watched you, watched as you fidgeted with your fingers nervously. You weren't just nervous to see your ex, you were nervous for him to see you.

"Is that why you two broke up?"

You nodded, "He kept making little jibes. At first it wasn't so bad but then it got pretty unhealthy. I wouldn't eat around him in fear of him commenting on how much I ate or what I should order, he kept telling me I had to lose weight that I was ugly, unlovable..." You shrug as tears burn in your eyes, "Worthless."

"What an asshole!" Eddie scoffed, shaking his head, "I'm sorry that the male species let us down once again." You laughed slightly at his comment but then he turned to you, eyes serious, "Seriously (y/n), you're fine the way you are. Just because you're a certain weight doesn't mean that you're any less beautiful or worth any less than someone smaller than you. He's just a fucking dick who never deserved you in the first place so we're gonna go in here and we're gonna make him regret ever even thinking those things about you."

You were touched by his words and it filled with you with some kind of confidence. You didn't know Eddie any more than surface level but you appreciated what he was saying to you, you liked that even though you didn't really know each other, he was still trying to make you feel better. It made you feel good knowing that someone was on your side. So with a nod of agreement to each other, the pair of you got out of Eddie's van ready to go into the party. Eddie walked round to you and stuck out his hand, "Ready, Princess?"

You gladly took his hand, "Ready."

Together, the two of you walked into Benny's old diner where the music blared and bodies danced. It was warm inside, too warm, sticky, sweaty heat and dancing, jumping bodies. Eddie tugged you over to where the drinks lay, two tables with tens and tens of half full bottles sat, "What do you want?" Eddie asked as he plucked a bottle of beer from the almost all melted ice bath they sat in. You replied with an 'anything' and Eddie plucked a second beer, biting the caps off before handing it to you.

"There you go, Princess," he said, winking at you as he wrapped an arm around your waist. You would've never let Ben sit his hand on your side where your fat rolls were in fear that he'd say something about them but with Eddie... you didn't seem to have those same worries. You barely knew Eddie but already you trusted that he would never put you in a situation like that. He clinked your beer bottles together, "Drink up." The two of you downed the first beer - a little liquid luck wouldn't go amiss, eh? - before you both ventured into the bouncing bodies of the horny, sweaty teenagers. It was then that you bumped into a couple of your friends who were well on their way to being wasted. They went to pull you into their crowd when they saw whose hand was clasped tightly in yours.

"Hi," Eddie grinned at them, eyes twinkling in amusement as their faces contorted into those of pure confusion, "I'm afraid she's mine tonight."

"No way!"

You actually hadn't thought about anyone else's reactions to seeing you and Eddie together. You'd been so preoccupied with getting Ben's attention that you totally disregarded your friends seeing the two of you together. As you stared at them, mouth unable to form words, you had no idea what to say but luckily it was your friend who filled in the silence.

"You two are dating? Oh my god, since when?!"

Eddie's grin only got wider, he was enjoying this charade, "Oh, a little over a month, right Princess?" He pulled you in close, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You could feel your face burn at how close he was as you felt his breath tickling some stray hairs of yours. His lips were gentle and soft, so unlike what he portrayed himself to be, it felt nice, "We're super happy, can you tell? I'm surprised she hasn't told you about me but we were keeping it pretty down low."

One of your friends eyed Eddie up and down before shrugging, "I already like him more than Ben."

"Is it true you worship the devil?" Your other friend asked.

"Oh my god," you groaned, "Eds, you don't have to answer that."

Eds.

He paused, mouthing the word to himself, enjoying the way it sounded and the way it felt coming out of your mouth. He shook his head before leaning in and saying, "Join Hellfire Club and find out."

One of your friends frowned but the other just shrugged off his comment, "Whatever. Just don't fuck this," she waggled her finger at the two of you, "up. If you make her sad even just for a second, we'll destroy you."

Eddie nodded, "I like that... Did you do that to Ben too?" You glanced at him, surprised at how curious he was about you and your dating life. You'd half expected his 'fake boyfriend' experience to just be to hang about with you for an hour and then go get wasted, you never thought that he'd be here making conversation with your friends and making you feel better about yourself.

The girls smirked and looked to you. You rolled your eyes, "After the whole Ben situation, the two of them went round to Ben's and went to his beloved car... $200 worth of damage later..."

The curly haired boy gave out a yell of laughter and he clapped, "That is what I like to hear!" He high hived them both as he asked for more details.

"A baseball bat just fell out the sky and managed to smash all the windows," one of them said with a smirk and a shrug, "bizarre that."

You watched the three of them as they laughed and told him about Ben's face when he saw the car and you smiled. It felt nice, normal almost. When you and Ben had been dating, he'd tried to isolate you from your friends and you were too wrapped up in the attention and you'd not seen the red flags. Luckily, your friends had seen them and had managed to talk sense into you. Though that didn't mean you broke up, it just meant your friends were more involved than Ben would've liked them to have been. It was once he started berating your weight causing your self-confidence levels to plummet that your friends stepped in and told you that you had to get that asshole out of your life. Ben had never made an effort to get to know them, he didn't even know their names, but as you watched Eddie... it felt like how a relationship should be.

It's fake, (y/n). It's not real.

Eddie glanced over to you, hand sliding into yours, "It's been lovely chatting, ladies, but I'd quite like to dance with my girl."

My girl.

Your stomach exploded into butterflies as your friends nodded and told you to catch up with them later before Eddie pulled you to the middle of what had became the dancefloor and began to sway side to side, completely out of sync and out of time with the song that played, "C'mon, Princess, loosen up!" He grabbed your free hand, twirling you round causing you to throw your head back with laughter. You laughed loudly as you relaxed into his playful nature. Eddie was good at making people feel comfortable, he was silly and fun and he didn't mind making a fool of himself if it would make you laugh. People roundabout the two of you cleared a space as Eddie had kept accidentally crashing you into other people, "Your friends are really cool," Eddie told you loudly over the music, "I love how protective they are of you."

"Yeah," you smiled, "me too."

Music pounded as the two of you spun around the dancefloor, laughing and grinning at each other without a care in the world, "You're a terrible dancer, Eds!" You giggled. He was. He was awful; all limbs and no rhythm yet still looked kind of cool whilst doing it? You'd never understand it. Usually when you tried to dance you just looked like a frigid plank of wood but with Eddie, you could enjoy yourself instead of thinking about what other people would be saying. You could focus on having fun with the curly haired boy rather than think of how your skirt was tight across your stomach and everyone could clearly see the outline of your overhanging belly. Thoughts like that didn't really pop up when you were in the presence of Eddie Munson. He made you comfortable, made you realise that it didn't matter what anyone thought... you liked that.

He pulled you in close, hand on your hip with fingertips dancing on the places you always hated Ben touching yet with Eddie, you didn't seem to mind. All you could focus on right now was how bright his brown eyes were, aglow with joy, as he grinned down at you. When you'd first came to Eddie with this idea of being your fake boyfriend, he was initially a little confused but super intrigued, that's why he'd said yes. Well that and the fact he'd had his eye on you for a while; you and those pretty eyes of yours. He didn't think he'd be having this much fun with you honestly.

His other hand grabbed yours and he began to slow dance with you despite it being a rather fast paced ABBA song. He was grinning wide, ear to ear, and leaned in close, "I like when you call me that... Eds, I mean."

You don't know what came over you, maybe it was the beer going to your head since you weren't a big drinker anyway, or maybe it was the music and the lights, or maybe the fact you hadn't really been this close to anyone in a while, or maybe it was just that curly haired brown eyed boy that was doing it but your heart beat increased and you could feel butterflies swarm in your stomach. Eddie's eyes moved to your lips and you found yourself almost leaning in before you realised what was happening. You pulled back quickly, "Let's get another drink!"

Eddie wasn't fazed by you abruptly pulling back and instead gladly lead you back through the crowd to grab you another drink. This time you opted for some of the punch which obviously had been spiked many, many times. It was too strong and Eddie couldn't help but laugh at your face when you tasted it, "How do people drink this stuff?!" You groaned. He rolled his eyes playfully as he told you it probably wasn't that bad.

He plucked the solo cup from your hands, taking a sip of it before wincing, "Okay, shit, yeah, I get your point." He put the cup on the table before grabbing two more beers, "Let's just stick to beer, yeah? Safest bet because everything's gonna be that strong I think." He opened them and handed one to you. You took a long sip, pulling a face as you swallowed it, "Not a big drinker, are you?" Eddie smirked.

You shook your head, "Hate it. I don't like not being in control of myself and my actions. I'm clumsy enough without a drink in me."

Eddie's brow furrowed slightly, "You know you don't have to drink if you don't want to, don't let the fact that I'm drinking or the fact we're at a party make you feel obligated to drink. It's okay if you don't." He moved his hand outwards, offering to take your beer from him and you gladly gave him it.

You thanked him and Eddie grabbed your hand, leading you to the couch, before the two of you plopped down onto it, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you in close, "Your ex, he here?" He asked quietly as he took a long sip.

You scanned the crowds, "Not seen him yet but he'll be here... Thank you for that by the way, Ben always mocked me when I didn't want to drink, called me boring. Half the time I'd drink to get him off my back."

Eddie scoffed. The more he learned about Ben, the more he hated him, "Why'd you date that asshole anyway?"

You shrugged, "He wasn't always like that. He was an old friend's older brother and it didn't take long before we started dating. At first, things were great and then... then they weren't." You looked up at Eddie, "Guess I stuck around because I was hoping he'd go back to the way he once was." Eddie understood, he'd never been in anything like that himself but he knew how hard it was getting out of a toxic cycle and he knew how easy it was to see the good and ignore the bad. "Why'd you agree to do this for me?" You asked him after a moment.

"I'm a sucker when a pretty girl asks me to do something." He looked to you, brown eyes boring into yours and once again, you could feel those damn butterflies.

"You're just saying that." You brushed him off. Why would someone like Eddie Munson think you were pretty? He was only in this to annoy your ex, he wasn't doing this for you.

It's not real, (y/n).

Eddie frowned at you, "Who are you to say what I mean or not?" He asked, voice verging on serious, "I actually think you're really freaking pretty, fucking gorgeous more like. When you asked me, course I jumped at the chance... You looked at me with those pretty eyes and how could I say no?" Eddie saw the way your face softened, the way your eyes got glassy and my god, you looked so pretty. Those eyes. He'd do anything you asked if it meant you'd look at him with that sparkle in those fucking gorgeous eyes. He swallowed before tearing his eyes off of you to look out to the crowd, he wasn't used to that weird feeling in his stomach.

"No one's ever told me I have pretty eyes." The way your voice is soft and quiet makes Eddie's heart pang. He hates that you've not been treated right, that you've been made to feel worthless and ugly. His jaw clenched, muscle feathering, as he thought about it. You didn't deserve it, plain and simple.

He drained the last of his beer as you got lost in your thoughts, leaning against him. It felt natural. Despite not wanting to get your hopes up, the hope was burning strong in your stomach. Eddie had done more for you in less than a day than Ben had done in months of dating. You'd asked him to be your fake boyfriend but a large part of you was hoping that it wasn't all fake. It was a moment later when he cleared his throat and asked, "Ready for dancing round two?"

"Oh absolutely." You let Eddie pull you up and lead you back into the crowds. You liked the way his rings pressed against your fingers, cold melting soothing warm hands.

Again, Eddie began to ballroom dance with you in a very dramatic way, hands intertwined and arms stuck straight out as you paraded about the dance floor. Around you, people moved to give you space as others gave you dirty looks.

"What?!" Eddie beamed at them. He was used to their stares, used to the weird faces they pulled whenever he did something that stepped outside of the norm. He didn't care. Normal was overrated anyway, "Never thought about having a little fun before?!"

Your laughter was loud as the two of you danced about. You blamed the warmth that rushed to your cheeks every time he looked at you to be fault of the one beer you'd drank but even you knew deep down it wasn't that causing it. It was something else, more rather someone. Eddie spun you around but it was too fast and you hadn't been expecting it so you ended up crashing into something hard... or rather, someone.

Your laughter ceased as two firm hands planted themselves on your shoulders and steadied you, "I don't know what kind of game you're playing," a voice hissed to you, "but whatever it is, I suggest you stop."

Your blood ran cold and your heart began to pound as your head raised to look Ben Watters, your ex-boyfriend, dead in the eyes. This had been the plan, you'd wanted Ben to see you, you'd wanted to rub it in his face that you were lovable and that someone else could want you but now that you were here, now that he was here sneering down at you... you didn't want to do this anymore. It was like he had this ability to give you a look and make you feel as though were so completely insignificant to him. You'd been brave all night with Eddie but now that Ben was here, you wanted the ground to swallow you up. This was a terrible idea. You wanted to rush back to Eddie, have him take you home but you were frozen in place under Ben's glare.

Eddie, who'd been waiting for you to spin back, noticed that you were suddenly frozen in place and when he looked in front of you to the taller, angry looking boy he realised that this must be Ben judging by the glare he was giving you and judging by the way you completely froze in place. Eddie's grin fell. He didn't like the way you had completely shut down in front of him, that wasn't normal.

"Everything okay, Princess?" He asked as he took a few steps to approach you. His hand fell to the small of your back causing you to jump slightly in surprise.

Ben's jaw feathered as he clenched his teeth together, "You think I really buy this shit?" He scoffed. He never once looked to Eddie. His eyes were trained on you, he knew that he still had a form of control over you so of course he was going to try and manipulate his way out of this, "You and Eddie 'the Freak' Munson? What's the game plan here, babe?"

"Don't call me that!" Your voice was a shrill snap which surprised all three of you and caused some of the people in the crowds around you to look over.

Ben rolled his eyes, "You always loved when I called you babe, babe-"

"Dude," Eddie half stepped in front of you so that he was covering half of you with his body. He could tell immediately that this guy was bad vibes, he was just bad news, "she asked you to stop. I'm not gonna ask twice."

It was then that Ben's eyes finally moved from yours to glare at Eddie. Eddie didn't flinch, "Who do you think you are, freak? Why do you even care?"

"Cause I'm her boyfriend, you asswipe."

Ben laughed, humourless and loud, "Boyfriend?" He looked back to you, "Is this you trying to prove a point about what I said when we broke up?" Around you more people had started to gather taking notice of the fight that was brewing in the middle of Benny's old diner, "You're trying to prove what I said wrong." He could see through it so easily and you wished that you didn't bother with any of this but Eddie was on your side and Eddie wasn't going to back down.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked, glancing back at you, "And what did you say then?"

Ben leaned in attempting to get in your face but Eddie partially blocked him. Eddie's hand instinctively shot outwards, acting as a barrier between you and Ben and you immediately clung to him, fingernails digging into his denim jacket. This wasn't how you'd wanted the night to go. You'd wanted Ben to see that you'd proved him wrong and then you'd wanted him to fuck off... but you knew him better and you should've known that he wouldn't have been happy leaving things the way that they were. He had to get in there, had to put his five cents in, had to get the last word, had to intimidate and scare you into submission... but Eddie was here.

"I said that you were too fat and too unlovable to get another boyfriend. No one would ever do what I did for you."

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, hard and fast, and you could feel your eyes welling with tears. It's then you realised just how many people were surrounding the two of you, watching with curious hazy eyes. Your grip was tight on Eddie's arm and you gave it a gentle tug as if to say 'let's go, let's go home'. Eddie blinked. Was this guy for real?

"I see you've still not taken any of the advice I gave you either," Ben continued, "I see you've not lost any of the weight... maybe even put on some more judging by how tight that skirt is."

You don't know what came over you, maybe it was the confidence that Eddie had instilled in you throughout the night, maybe it was the fight or flight adrenaline, maybe it was the fact you didn't want to cry in front of hundreds of teenagers but instead of just taking it, instead of just letting him treat you like shit, you puffed out your chest and as he was laughing to his friends, you said loudly, "What are you talking about, Ben? I dropped 160 pounds when I dumped your ass."

Eddie's jaw dropped. Ben choked on his laughter. There was a chorus of 'oooooh damn'.

And you felt pretty damn proud with yourself.

That was until Ben turned towards you slowly, "What'd you say to me?" All the confidence you'd had moments before vanished, completely vanished off of the face of the earth. He reminded of you the time you'd accidently smashed a window and your dad towered over you, glaring and breathing hard. He made you feel small the same way that Ben did. Ben's nostrils flared but before he could do or say anything, Eddie pulled back, hand clenched into a fist, before-

THWACK!

You gasped.

"Fucking Ozzy!" Eddie cursed as he shook out his hand which radiated pain.

He'd punched Ben square in the jaw effectively throwing Ben backwards into his friends as blood dribbled from his now burst lip, "What the fuck, man?!" Ben yelled, shoving his friends off of him before squaring back up to Eddie.

Eddie never backed down, never once did he flinch or give any signs of weakness. He knew exactly how to annoy jerks like Ben, knew how to rile them up and knew how to get them all hot and bothered. Eddie grinned, "One day you're going to realise that (y/n) was the best damn thing that ever happened to you and when that day comes, I hope you hate yourself." He leaned back on his feet rocking as Ben stood, blood trickling down his chin, "You're gonna stay the hell away from (y/n). You see her walking down the halls, you're gonna turn and go the other way. You're never going to speak to her, look at her or even think about her ever again."

"Oh yeah? Says who, Munson?"

Eddie laughed, "I do, Watters." He leaned in close, "She told me what you're into... How do you think the rest of the school would react if they knew?" He quirked an eyebrow and pulled back relishing in the way Ben's eyes widened.

Ben's face dropped and his eyes darted between you and Eddie, a look of fear prominent in them, "You-You told him?"

Going along with it, you shrugged and smiled at him, "Oops... Sorry."

Eddie's hand found yours, clasping it tightly, "Stay the fuck away from us, Benny Boy." He clapped Ben on the shoulder before he turned and pulled you back through the crowds. It was only when you were being tugged away from him that you breathed a sigh of relief, nerves in your stomach fading.

As you were on your way out, a blur of faces merging into one, your friend caught your arm, "I love him!" She hissed to you, pointing at Eddie, before she let go and let Eddie lead you out of Benny's diner. The cold air hit you hard, breathing life into you, as you and ran with Eddie to his van hands still clasped tightly together.

It wasn't until you got into his van that the two of you burst out laughing. It was ridiculous, the whole thing, and you couldn't believe any of that had actually just happened. It took you a few minutes to calm down.

"Holy shit!"

Eddie laughed, eyes once again shining with joy, "You can say that again... I can't believe you said that to him. What was it again?"

"I dropped 160 pounds when I dumped his ass." You were quite proud of that line to be fair. Usually you were the sort of person to think of a comeback two days too late so you were quite impressed with your quick wit. It was then the whole reality hit you and the laughter completely faded, "I... I was terrified. I thought he was going to hit me or hurt me or something."

"Well, he didn't," Eddie's hand fell to your knee giving a light squeeze, "and I don't think he'll bother you again."

"How did you know that he has a kinda weird kink?" You asked him with a hint of a smile.

Eddie shrugged, "Most guys like that do. Act all big and tough but they usually have some sort of dirty secret. Guessed."

It was then you looked down at Eddie's hand which was still on your knee, "Oh, shit, Eds! Your hand!" His knuckles were red with a slight purple tinge, they'd be bruised up pretty bad in the morning.

He stretched his fingers out, wiggling them, "Ach, they're fine."

"Lemme check." You picked up his hand, flat against your palm as you checked it over, fingers dancing over his, dancing over his rings, "Good thing you weren't wearing bigger rings, could've seriously done some damage." Eddie licked his lips, watching as you inspected his hand, turning it every way to make sure there was no real lasting damage. He liked how careful you were with him, soft touches and real questions of care. Does that hurt? Can you bend it? We'll need to ice it. He cleared his throat and your cheeks immediately burned as you realised you'd been holding his hand for over a minute now. Quickly, you dropped it, "Sorry."

He shook his head, "Are you okay?" He asked, ducking his head to catch your eyes, "The stuff he said in there was pretty fucked..."

You shrugged and gave a sardonic laugh, "With Ben... I'm used to that kinda stuff as sad as that is."

Eddie frowned, "The stuff he said isn't true you know. You're not unlovable or anything like that."

"Though he was right that I have put on weight," you looked down at your outfit, seeing the denim skirt that you wore bulging, "is it really that noticeable?"

"Who cares if it is?" Eddie asked, voice verging on annoyed, "Stop letting one asshole's opinion stop you from seeing how fucking stunning you actually are, (y/n)." Eddie groaned, running a hand through his hair, "Your body, your size it doesn't matter. You're fucking gorgeous with your pretty eyes and lovely smile. You radiate goodness and joy and being around you is like being high just without the actual drugs. You're- I've only really spoken to you for today and already, I can see how much of an amazing person you really are, (y/n). You deserve so much more than that, than him. You deserve someone who would treat you right, treat you like the princess you are, treat you like you should be treated." Eddie's heart was beating fast as he paused and took a breath. His fingers fidgeted with the rings that adorned them, "Someone like me."

You frowned, head slowly turning to meet his gaze, eyes full of awe before you realised that technically Eddie was still your fake boyfriend. You shook your head, "You can drop the fake boyfriend act, it's okay. It was a fucking stupid idea-"

"(y/n)," his voice was loud but he wasn't shouting. His hand moved to yours, holding it gently as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, "It's not an act. I mean everything I've said to you over the last day."

You shook your head, "I-I don't understand, Eds."

Eddie smiled slightly, "I'm suggesting the possibility of me not being your fake boyfriend anymore. It's obviously pretty quick to put a label on it immediately but I'm saying that I want to try this out, I'd like to take you out on some dates, try and win you over."

"Wait, wait, wait-" you shook your head as you tried to process everything that Eddie was saying, "you're saying that you want to date me and potentially be my real boyfriend?"

"Is that so hard to understand, Princess?" He laughed, "I like you, what can I say. Give me a chance to prove that you are worthy and deserving of love." You couldn't quite believe what he was saying. Eddie Munson wanted to date you? You opened your mouth but no sound came out. Eddie raised his eyebrows, "Huh, you really weren't expecting that were you? What do you say?"

A rather large, goofy grin tugged your lips upwards as a giggle escaped your lips, "I'd say thank god since I've wanted to kiss you all bloody day, Munson."

Eddie grinned, rather proud of your admission, "Yeah?" He asked. You nodded and began to shift your position so that you were angled towards him, "Oh, no way, no kissing until out first date." He teased with a wink.

You rolled your eyes, "Shut up and kiss me, Eds."

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded before his hands cupped your cheeks, rings cold against your flushed cheeks, before he leaned in painfully slowly. He was enjoying making you wait. You huffed before grabbing a handful of his Hellfire Club shirt and pulling him to you, crashing your lips together.

Yeah, you thought as he deepened the kiss, this is what it's supposed to feel like.

The kiss wasn't like an awkward first kiss like they usually are. The two of you seemed to meld together, already in sync from the get go, in perfect pace and rhythm with the other, tongues swirling and hands caressing the other's cheeks.

It was all too quick when you pulled back, nodding quickly, "I quite like the idea of you being my real boyfriend, yeah. I'm down, oh god Eds, I'm so down."

Eddie's laugh was loud, "Fake boyfriends never stay fake for long, eh?" He joked before pulling you in for another kiss.

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[the-jarvy-party]

IN THE MOONLIGHT | neymar jr

neymar jr x fem!reader

lowercase intended || warnings : fluff, cursing

wc : 1222 words (masterlist)

valentine’s day special | also this is set in paris, i wanted to clear things up because i know it’s summer in brazil rn

neymar’s first date with a paris lady doesn’t go as planned, soon realizing that his heart belonged to his best friend.

translations at the end :)

“i need this to be perfect.” neymar paces around the room and i sit on his bed.

“what does she like?” i cross my legs and he stops to look at me. “are you serious?” i blankly stare at him with a flat tone.

“it- it’s the first date, if that helps.” he starts to talk with his hands, getting progressively nervous and sweaty.

“it’s fine, but why valentine’s day for a first date?” i mumble and neymar goes to sit next to me.

“i’m fucked.” he puts his head in his hands.

“no, you’re not.” i put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and he tenses up. “it’s normal to be nervous.” i slowly take my hand off and put it in my lap.

“it’s not my first date, doce. it’s just,” he pauses for a second to look at the tv in front of us. “i can’t screw this one up.”

“you won’t, i’ve known you since we were 14. when have you, the ladies man, fucked up a first date?” i smile at him and bump into his side. “well, except for gabriela matos sophomore year.” i let out a chuckle and neymar groans.

“you said you’d let that go!” we both start to laugh. “thank you, though. i really appreciate you.” neymar hugs me before going to his closet. i pat his back with my hand.

i really appreciate you.

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“you promise that she won’t like… run away or-“ neymar was religiously fixing his hair.

i had to cut him off, “you’re being destructive. you’re an easy person to talk to, everyone loves you. you’re gonna be fine.” i get up off of the couch to stop neymar from fixing himself in the reflection of a metal bowl.

i grab his hands and take them out of his hair, fixing it one more time. “hey, i was fixing it.”

“you’re making it more greasy by doing that.” i let go of his hands, putting mine in my hoodie. “isn’t it time?”

“sh- yeah.” he kisses my forehead before leaving. “bye amor!” he runs out the door. my heart started to race, i got a little too caught up. he’s been doing stuff like that since we were 16, that’s normal for neymar.

i couldn’t help but let my heart race, my face heat up, and get all giddy like i have since he’s started doing it.

it felt like i was developing my teenage crush on him all over again and i knew that was gonna end terribly.

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i jump off of the couch once i hear the door open, screaming trying to find something to throw.

i grab the remote and chuck it at the wall, “god! fuck! why’d you do that?”

“woah! doce, christ!” neymar puts his hands up, “you almost hit me.” he bends down to pick up the remote.

once i see him in the glow of the tv, i realize that he didn’t seem too happy. “oh, neymar. what happened?” i soften my gaze and he scratches his arm.

i see his frown start to turn into a smile, soon going ear to ear. “HAH- sorry.” he clears his throat.

“not funny.” i blurt out.

“it went good, i’m just leaving my coat here and we’re gonna go to a show.” he hands me his coat. “she said it was good. i’ll see you later?”

it came out as a question, since i had a house not too far down the street. “oh- oh! yeah, i’ll see you later. bye, belo.” i wave my hand.

“bye, doce!” he closes the door and locks it before i hear his car speed out of the driveway. after zoning out for a few seconds, i realized i was clutching the coat he had given to me.

it smelt like him, or the cologne he really only wears when he’s in paris. he warrants being here a special occasion. i hear a crinkle in one of the pockets and decide to take the piece of paper out.

a bunch of random scribbles, probably to calm himself down. i flip to the back, it seemed like a draft of a love letter.

the jealousy sat in when i realized it was to the girl he was on the date with, though her name was written over another one. i don’t know why i’d be jealous. it’s not like neymar was gonna miraculously, automatically fall in love with me once i realize my own feelings.

“do i really want to know what this says…” i mumble to myself, biting the skin around my thumb. “yes, yes i do wanna know.” i unfold the paper to read it.

it was half finished, hearts bordering the page. he put a ton of thought behind it, and not gonna lie, it was sweet. i fold it back up and put it back in the jacket pocket.

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i feel the couch sink in next to me and i wake up. “hm?” i look up and see neymar smiles at me. “oh!” i sit up, “was it fun?”

“yeah, miss you though.”

“why’d you miss me?” i yawn and neymar puts his arm around my shoulders.

“she wouldn’t stop and enjoy the silent parts.” he pauses for a second. “like natural silence. she’s nice though.”

“awww, neymar is in looovvee.” i smile and he rolls his eyes.

“i might be.” he smiles and we sat in silence for a few minutes. “wanna do the tradition?”

“really? i would love to.” the valentine’s day tradition was a special one, in my opinion.

we’d sit where we can see the eiffel tower and talk for hours. i didn’t know he’d be up for it after being out.

“yeah, i’ll bring snacks. go to the car.” he hands me the keys and i get my shoes on.

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once we got situated, i admired the beauty of the symbol of france. i loved how it over-shined the city around it, how it glowed almost as bright as the moon.

“so, what do you wanna talk about?” neymar opens a bag and starts to eat.

“maybe your date?” i smile and he shakes his head.

“it really didn’t go too well. she was a great person, just not the right one for me.” my ears perk up when he said the last thing, he didn’t seem too sad about it.

“oh, well there’s always someone who is right for you.” yeah, me. i was talking about myself. i hope he got the hint.

“yeah, i’m just glad we got to keep this up.” he scoots closer to me. “i enjoy spending time with you.”

his words made me subconsciously smile, “i enjoy hanging out with you, too, belo.” i put my hand on his cheek.

leaning into my touch, neymar looks into my eyes. the lights from the tower made him look angelic, “y/n-“ i think we both realized what was about to happen. i could see the shift in his eyes, and i could feel the shift when he said my name. “- i can’t.”

he leans in quickly, taking me by surprise. i kiss back, the 15 years of pent up feelings finally came out.

“eu te amo.” he whispers to me and i smile.

“eu também te amo.” i kiss him again and he rests his forehead on mine.

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TRANSLATIONS

belo : beautiful

doce : sweet

amor : love

eu te amo : i love you

eu também te amo : i love you too

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[sunflowersteves]

fruity four hcs for a reader with hearing loss?

sure, love!! I’m not hard of hearing myself so please, if I get anything wrong let me know! join fruity four saturday :)

eddie passes you notes constantly. like that man is is always giggling to himself while writing and passing it not so discretely toward you. you all are literally in the middle of a dnd game but he just can’t help himself.

he loves that it’s how you started your relationship with one another. I can definitely see him writing something from a across the room and having you read it.

eddie also I think would try really really hard to learn sign language but he’s kinda bad at it. like he’s trying to sign to you that you look beautiful and you’re just like “did you just say I look like a frog?” and mannnnnnn is he back tracking real quick but you smile, “frogs are cute!” and he lets out a relieved sigh.

but I think he’d get the hang of it pretty easily once he does. Eddie is super smart and you helped him along the way. and now he absolutely loved it bc let’s face it, it’s the 80s, no one except those of hard of hearing or have relatives/friends know sign language it’s like he can talk to you and no one is listening. he loves it and you.

nancy would definitely already know sign language to begin with. It’s how you met each other, actually. you were trying to order some coffee at the local diner but the cashier didn’t understand.

you go to write on a notepad, but then she walks up to you and signs, “need help?” and you’re shocked and blown away because this pretty pretty girl is signing to you. she helps you order your coffee and then before you know it the sun is down from talking for so long.

she also scribbles down a time and place to meet again bc you’re just super cute and she has to know you better. weekly meetings at benny’s turn into much much more :)

robin would be a nervous wreck around you. even after you’ve been dating for so long and she’s learned sign language like she’s signing a mile a minute and you’re trying to read her lips too, but woah, it’s too hard.

her eyes widened with a little embarrassment, “sorry.” she’s blushing profusely and you’re just laughing your ass off. you go to peck her lips, but she’s pulling right back in. “just sign a little slower, robie.” she smiled against your lips, “you got it, cupcake.”

steve would know sign language purely because he has a massive crush on you and wants to impress you. robin actually becomes impressed that he rented from the library—yeah that’s right, from the library!

and so every day you come into family video asking for a movie to watch and wanting Steve’s opinion. sometimes they were terrible bc in the 80s, much more subtitles were being computer automated, but you never minded. you loved movies.

and steve’s practically kicking his feet and giggling as he’s talking to you about what new movie can be rented. sooner or later he’s asking you out soooo confidently on a date, “you wanna do what, Steve?”

he could’ve sworn he got this right as he practiced on robin for two hours, but he’s now panicked. You, on the other hand, start laughing your ass off because you’re just messing with him. “Relax, Stevie, I’ll go on a date with you.”

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