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lale-txt · 3 months

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❥ subtle ways they say "I love you" without saying it ↳ w/ Nanami, Ino, Toji & Naoya

a/n: gn!reader for Nanami, Toji & Ino, f!reader for Naoya! somehow i got carried away writing these and halfway through wondered if i should have just made single fics for each of them... oh well ♡-(๑˙ー˙๑)-♡

word count: 1.5k

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Nanami needs his sweet time until he’ll put his feelings into proper words, part of him too afraid to pursue love during his time as jujutsu sorcerer, but his actions have always been louder than words anyway

his love is stored in the smallest gestures, like fixing the collar of your shirt or helping you put on a necklace, not letting you go without kissing the back of your neck gently, his lips lingering on your skin for a heartbeat longer than expected

when you’re in a bookstore together, his eyes always follow you around even when you’re looking at different shelves; he observes which books you pick up and put back again because you have too many unread ones at home (both of you are terrible book hoarders), just so he can go back another day and get you the one book you really wanted

sometimes he’ll also make the time to read it before he gifts it to you, small scribbled thoughts on the side so you can discuss them together later–a tiny book club of two lovers

in the comfort of your home, Nanami is also incredibly touchy, never not seeking skin contact; anything will do, even if it’s just linked pinkies across the table while you’re having your morning coffee and sharing the newspaper

his love will seep into you with every gaze, every smile, every kiss you share

with you, Nanami can let his guard down; he can allow himself to just be loved, with his head in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair, charming out sweet sounds from his throat that sound a lot like “I love you” if you listen closely

if he has to leave for a solo mission, Nanami will leave a handwritten note on the table for you to find in the morning, nothing too cheesy but enough to remind you that you’re always on his mind

and if you show him your collection of notes one day, stored in a box in your closet, a smile will play upon his lips, asking you if you really kept all of them (even if some of them just say things like “Can you buy eggs while I’m out? I want to make us waffles for breakfast tomorrow” or “I watered your dying plant on the top shelf. xx”)

there’s wonder in his eyes when he looks at you, as if he sometimes finds it hard to believe that your love is mutual, that he’s allowed to experience this during his lifetime, and the quiet hope that maybe, maybe this can last forever

❦ 𝐈𝐍𝐎

Ino’s love for you is written all over his face: the way it lights up when he sees you, the confident yet boyish smirk when you compliment him, the gleam in his eyes when you call out for him

it’s in his touch, too

his fingers playing with yours when you’re sitting somewhere together, always fidgeting with them as if he couldn’t believe that he really gets to hold your hand

or the arm that sneaks around your waist when you’re on the train together and it’s crowded, his body shielding you from the other passengers and giving you some space to breathe (plus–how convenient–he can steal a kiss from your lips without anyone looking, too)

Ino also walks you home at any given occasion, whether it’s after a night out with your senpais or after a mission you’ve been on together; he doesn’t mind that he lives in a different neighborhood or if he has to get up early the next day, he rather wants to know you’re home safely

when you’re apart, Ino and you keep texting with each other throughout the day, his lips curling into a smile whenever your name lights up on his screen

Ino will text you everything and anything that reminds him of you and it’s plenty and in the most mundane things

[img.attached] “saw this chonky cat on my mission. u would have loved to give them belly rubs. Nanami said i’m not allowed to take them home with me”

[new text] “i think we should adopt a cat one day. maybe two so it doesn’t get lonely. knowing us we’ll also adopt a third”

[voice message] “babe can you hear this? i’ve never heard a cat purr like this. (sounds of rustling and Ino sweet talking to the cat, it’s purring very loudly)”

[new text] “i hope the cat distribution system chooses us next”

being loved by Ino means being part of his future and his dreams; he’s thinking of you always and can’t imagine a life without you in it, so listen closely when he tells you all about it

❦ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji isn’t shy to admit his love verbally, whispered into your ear at night, his voice bourbon raspy, making sure you never forget how your own name sounds when rolled off his lips

being in love makes him domestic; Toji grew up not knowing what a warm home is, and so he’ll strive to make his place one for you both to hide from the world outside

it’s like your presence is a reminder that even someone like him is allowed to love, and be loved in return

Toji brings you your favorite beverage to bed in the morning, urging you not to get up just yet (he also wants to slip back under the covers with you)

if you really have to get up on on cold mornings though, Toji will give you his worn and warmed up sweater for you to wear so you won’t be freezing

he also slips pocket warmers into your coat before you leave the house and gives you the deepest kiss, almost as if his biggest concern is that you stay warm

cooking isn’t Toji’s strong suit but he’ll get you takeout, even if it means driving across the whole town to get you that one dish from that specific restaurant that you’re craving (and some dessert on top); your big smile once he returns home is his solely reward

after seeing you struggle with opening a jar of jam once, Toji will go around the kitchen and loosen the lids of all the jars for you. every single one of them. there won’t be even one jar left that gives you any further troubles

it’s endearing in a way, how Toji always takes the fastest route to solve your struggles (there’s barely anything he can’t solve with his hands)

with love, it all comes down to warmth for Toji: the heat of your body when he has his arms wrapped around you. letting you warm up your cold hands on his stomach (he tries his best not to flinch). sharing a hot bath while you’re getting snowed in.

to Toji, you are his sun, the one who brought back colors into his life and who showed him what it means to live despite everything; he may be blinded by your light but he doesn’t need to see to find your lips in every universe

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀

Naoya doesn’t do love, he prefers to be worshiped and adored over admitting his feeling for you

yet still, he has his ways of showing that you actually mean something more to him than just being his trophy wife

the kitchen staff and servants have been drilled to cook all of your meals exactly to your liking, and he’ll look overly pleased with himself over dinner when he notices that you enjoy the food, proud of himself as if he was the one who prepared it for you (smug bastard that he is)

there’s always an air of possessiveness around him when you’re with him; as if he wants the whole world to know that you’re his wife, even insisting you walk by his side instead of behind him, always one hand around your waist or in the back of your neck, making sure to keep you close

even though it displeases him that you want to spent time apart from him, he made sure that you get a room of your own in the Zen’in estate after your arranged marriage (he still lingers around often until you kick him out)

he insists on sharing a bed at night though–it’s when he gets surprisingly clingy, insisting to hold you close, his hands playing with anything he can get a hold of: your hair, the hem of the pajamas he picked out for you in the color he thinks suits you best, the ring on your finger that proofs you’re his

Naoya can be surprisingly gentle in those moments when it’s just the two of you–no family and no servants around

his sharp yellow eyes study your features thoroughly, ignoring the pull at his heart strings when he picks up an eyelash from your cheeks and holds it out for you when you make a wish

he’s dying to know what you wished for, but he doesn’t ask; part of him scared it doesn’t involve him, part of him too prideful to believe you could wish for something that doesn’t include him, because at the end of the day you still belong to him–or is it the other way around?

#jjk x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #ino x reader #naoya x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk fluff #nanami kento #ino takuma #toji fushiguro #naoya zenin #nanami kento x reader #ino takuma x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #naoya zenin x reader #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios

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pickingupmymercedes · 1 month

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so I was thinking of Lewis being an overprotective father since she's pregnant, fulfilling her desires, giving massages, mimicking and fulfilling his wife's hormonal needs, being a complete husband, not allowing anyone to touch her belly, presuming pregnancy and his wife in the paddock.

Hi anon, I drabbled something here, hope it's okay it's a bit short. Thank you for the request ❤️

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Lewis was no stranger to how you valued your independence, it was in fact, something he cherished since the very beginning. You didn’t give up your job for him, your friends were still very much a regular presence in your life and house, your day-to-day life was pretty much the same and you gave him a fight for his money to convince you to move part time to Monaco.

All of your long-time plans were being dreamt and decided with Lewis, and while most of your short ones aligned with his, they were nonetheless, still yours.

That was until a little stick showed two lines.

From that point on, everything you thought of doing was not only about you and your partner, and it took you a bit to come to terms that while that kid that was coming had somewhat preference on decisions, you were both still a couple.

“Babe, I thought we’d go to my mum’s on the weekend” Lewis came into your shared bedroom phone in hand aimlessly scrolling away, hearing the puffing from your closet as he looked around.

“The hell you doing up there? Please, get down” His voice pleading as he reached for your waist when he saw you three steps up the ladder that gave access to the last shelf on the wall.

“I can still do things you know?! I’m trying to find that Prada beanie.” You annoyingly murmured under your breath, reaching into the boxes until you came out with the item you wanted.

“I know you do, just…” He trailed as he helped you down, one of his hands still in your waist while the other helped you get down.

“You’ve been really protective since the bump started showing. I noticed your panic when one of the girls asked to touch it last week at the track” You looked down as his hands protectively went to your lower abdomen, the somewhat swell only really visible when the fabric of your shirt was stretched out.

“Well, I didn’t know if you were comfortable with that or…” Your hands reaching out to rest on top of his to interrupt him.

“I don’t mind, actually… Do you?” You’ve been meaning to ask him about that since then, but you knew he wouldn’t straight up confess it.

“I don’t know, I think I don’t really feel okay with it, you know?!” His features revealing he was caught off guard with how you included him in that decision.

“You can tell me if you don’t want people touching the bump, Lew.”

“I love you” He confessed, for the thousandth time, to you. Kissing you and kneeling down to kiss your abdomen then, love in his eyes just like when he heard for the first time he was going to be a father.

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #elladrabbles #ella asks

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makncheese12 · 11 months

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Top Shelf pt. 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7

Masterlist

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

A/N: the location set for where they eat isn’t a place in New York I think but it is where I’m from so I’m using it🥲

You guys would be astonished if you knew who the characters I created represented

I had a hard time writing for the character I put in here because I’m still not sure how to write people like her🥲

Warning: my writing, language,

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

“I changed my mind,” Lyle says suddenly as you dry your hair off glancing toward him. Hair dye setting in hair that is now dyed half pink and half black as he smiles down at his phone.

The boy had an unhealthy obsession with dying his hair lately and you had to be the one to dye it.

“About what?” You ask tightening the towel around your body as you walk out of the bathroom and toward you closet. “This is my favorite.”

He holds up a picture of you and Jenna walking down the street from the last few days making you roll your eyes.

The two of you had hung out a quite a few times after the first time and you were starting to get used to the both her and the paparazzi’s presence in your life.

You were actually enjoying it. The scandal online of people thinking the two of you are dating with how much you two are together, not to mention the Instagram follow.

The photos that were taken of you both were decent.

It’s funny really. The pictures, the edits, being stopped suddenly in the street so Jenna could take a picture with a fan or sign something. You were enjoying seeing her interact with them and how different she acted with you.

The only downsides were the amount of threats and questions you were getting on Instagram. It got to the point where you had to turn off you messages.

Another being that when they took pictures of you it was always you looking at Jenna some type of way and it irked your nerves at how obvious your love struck state was.

“You just said that about the last one you saw.” You reply as you pull an outfit off the hangers.

“Yeah but this one is the one.” He says, rolling onto his back on your bed. “You two look so cute in it, plus your making lovey dovey eyes at her, as usual.”

You huff out before letting the towel drop and start to get dressed. “What’s you guys relationship, anyway?” He asks without looking up knowing you were changing.

What was it really? Truth be told, you didn’t know yourself.

“We’re friends, what else?” You say pulling your shirt over your head. He lets out a loud groan, plopping his phone down before rolling around on your bed.

“You cannot be serious right now.” He says now laying on his stomach and looking up at you.

You let out a huff pulling your pants up. You were just friends, friends who text and go out a lot. He was just jealous your time was being taken away from him surely.

You’d have to admit, spending time with Jenna was way better than spending time with Lyle. Not that you didn’t enjoy Lyle’s company it was just that Jenna gave you other feelings than Lyle ever could.

While Lyle made you feel disgust, happiness and frustration Jenna made you feel nervous, excitement and attraction.

The feelings were definitely different.

“You cannot be serious right now.” You repeat his words in a high pitch mocking tone before tossing your towel in the basket and making your way toward your desk.

“At what point will you take me seriously?” He asks as Achilles jumps on his back before settling into his new found seat.

“At what point will you be serious?” You ask. “Right now.” He replies, tossing his phone on the bed and looking toward you.

“You two are literally so cute together but very oblivious.” He says making you press your lips together and roll your eyes.

“I’m so serious, like,” he says sitting up and Achilles falls off before being picked up and put into his lap.

“I’ve seen the videos and pictures, one looking away while the others stares or the way you smile at each other.” He rambles as you let out a sigh.

It was true that you couldn’t deny your feelings for Jenna, Lyle knew that. The way she makes your heart beat faster at her unrelenting stare, the way her laugh makes you want to smile.

But you couldn’t assume her feelings for you, of course she wouldn’t have any other than friend ship.

“Just because you see something doesn’t make it real.” You reply, interrupting his list making him roll his eyes.

“I know what I see and I can see the attraction coming from both of you and onto the other.” He says menacingly stroking Achilles who purrs out closing his eyes.

“I never said I wasn’t attracted to her,” you argue shaking your head and he raises an eyebrow. “I just think she doesn’t feel the same thing.”

The man lets out a hum of slight disapproval. “Obliviousness is truly a torture.” He says clicking his tongue and shaking his head.

“You have to show your attraction, not that you already have with those looks but you also have to say and show it.” He finishes and you knit your eye brows together.

Did he straight up want you to confess without knowing if she returned the feeling?

“How exactly?” You raise an eyebrow at him and lean back into your desk chair.

“Allow me to demonstrate.” Oh god.

The man stands and grabs your arms to pull you onto the bed to sit next to him. He sits closer to you and makes sure to get into your personal space. “This is weird.” You mumble scooting away from him slightly.

He only responds by scooting closer to you and looking into your eyes. You look around for a moment, unsure of what he was doing.

He continues to stare and you continue to look away, avoiding his eyes. “There,”

“What?” You ask, now confused with the man who was supposedly trying to help you.

“You have this issue of not being able to hold eye contact, it’s a form of attraction through body language.” He says, smirking down at you as you roll your eyes.

“It makes you seem sexy and mysterious.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you before leaning in with a kissy face and you stop immediately with your palm. “You’re not sexy nor mysterious at all.”

“Yeah, but I try.” He shrugs leaning back slightly. “But it really should work if someone finds any attraction toward you.”

“Okay, cupid,” you snort before scooting away from him once again. “Only problem is is that I’m not attracted to you.” You finish as the boy scoots closer to you.

He once again ignores you as he yanks your legs to face him. “Pay attention, demonstration number two.”

He puts his legs in the same position as yours, along with his posture.

“What is this?” You ask, once again confused as the man copies your movements. “It’s a big sign mostly, copying the movement of the person you like or mirroring the position. you used to do it a lot in high school when you dated that senior chick.” He replies and you send him a glare.

“I did not date her.” You reply, crossing your legs. “Yeah,” he says copying your movements. “But you had sex with her it’s the same thing.”

“You and I have very different perspectives on dating— stop that!” You raise your voice slightly as the man uncrosses his legs along with yours.

“Demonstration number three!” He claps before leaning his shoulder toward yours, body very close to yours as you try to lean away from him.

“Let me guess,” you huff out pushing his shoulders away from your own.

The man never had any form of personal space, even in your early years or when you first met. He was always in someone’s bubble.

“They lean toward you while your talking to them, focusing only on you.” You say as the man leans closer with a cheeky smile.

“Ding ding ding.” The mimicked sound of a bell makes you roll your eyes. “And tonight I will be on the look out for those signs.” He says smiling to himself in thought.

“Speaking of,” you say standing up and grabbing a towel from a pile. “Let’s get your hair done so we can get ready to go.”

“Insta story!” He grabs his phone before rushing past you and into the bathroom. You shake your head and let out a quiet chuckle at his obsession with pictures.

You all had that obsession though. Posting pictures and moments you like to have for later and to look at when you got older or grew apart. Not that he’d ever allow that to happened.

But it got to the point where you were scared of the pictures he had, you knew he had bad ones but you didn’t know how many. The scary part was that he had the power to post it whenever he wanted.

He should be afraid of the ones you had too.

“Hurry, I need to get a good angle before you wash it all out.” He rushes as he holds in the camera to the mirror as you grab gloves and begin putting them on ignoring the clicking sounds.

“Don’t worry, I’ll only post the good ones of you so your boo doesn’t see your bad angle.” He says while scrolling through the pictures making you roll your eyes.

“She’s not my boo.” You mumble and he snorts. “Whatever you say.”

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“Remember,” the man walking next to you says after pulling your head phones off. “Look for my three attraction signs.”

You huff out and nod while scooting closer toward him as more people entered the train.

“And if she doesn’t show any signs?” You ask, chest against his as someone bumps into you. You both send a subtle glare before looking back toward each other.

“Then you show them,” he smirks down at you, hair tied up in a half up half down style but still having some strands cover his face. “I’m sure she’s not as dense as you are.”

You now send him the glare as you glance down at your phone before smiling at the sight of Jenna’s double text before texting back.

Jenna -

We’re on the way now:)

My friend can’t wait to meet you!

You -

Lyle is just as enthusiastic about meeting you

We’re on the train about be there

Jenna -

Cant wait to meet him

“‘Love struck’ is definitely the word to describe you.” Lyle states and your smile falls looking up at him.

“Don’t hide it now, I’ve already seen you smiling at your phone like she’s there for real.” He rolls his eyes before checking his own phone.

“Whose her friend anyway?” He asks and you shrug. “She won’t say, says it’s a surprise.”

“Great, yet another sexy and mysterious individual in our lives.” He shakes his head and you hit his chest with the back of your hand.

The train comes to a slow stop before the doors open allowing you both to make your way out and toward the exit.

It’s a struggle though as you move past the many people in the train station trying to find a way out without pushing.

“Jeez, the tourist this time of year are always so annoying.” The man mumbles, grabbing your hand. He was right, people wanting to spend Christmas in New York was a hassle but it was worse after Christmas was over.

“Watch it!” A man calls pushing past your shoulder. “Sorry..” You mumble getting closer to Lyle as the man glares down at you before moving through the crowd once more.

“Asshole.” Lyle mumbles, wrapping his arm through yours to keep you close as you both finally make it out of the crowded staircase.

“Come on, before we’re late meeting your boo and her friend.” The man pulls you through the street as you groan.

“She’s not my boo! Stop saying that it’s so weird.” You say as he drags you through the crowd. “But you want her to be.” He calls out in a sing song voice that makes you gag.

He slows down after a moment, deep in thought as you stare up at him.

Another moment goes by before he lets out a hum.

“You never really confirmed it,” he says glancing down toward you. “If you actually want her or not. Yeah, you said you were attracted to her but not if you actually liked her.”

The statement causes your entire face to heat up as you look away from the boy.

You never really thought about it, mostly thinking about how stunning she looked or when she would text and ask to hang out next. Never once did you think about if you could actually be in a real relationship with her.

“In a sense..” you mumble scratching the back of your head. He raises his eyebrow at you and waits patiently for you to finish.

You both take notice to people glancing in your direction, whispers suddenly surround you. Something you were still getting used to.

“I mean, I do like her.” You start your ramble and the boy smiles. “She’s amazing, perfect even. Her personality is even better than it is on TV, she’s funny, way more considerate of where I want to go with her, she talks just enough to where I can also talk, she’s absolutely gorgeous,” you continue your list and Lyle nods, smile growing as you speak.

He had never seen you so passionate about something other than the music you listen too or something you’ve hyper fixated on. So listening to you speak of something — or rather someone — else was definitely a sight for him to see.

He knew the brunette had you wrapped around her finger just by your long list, even if you didn’t know it yourself.

“And did I mention she has a great sense of style?” You suddenly come to a stop of your rambling. “I’ve seen it plenty to know.” He laughs and you groan out.

“Okay, so why don’t you make a move exactly?“ he asks and your smile falls.

“Why would she say yes to me?” You ask lowly as the boys smile falls to.

She had many other options with people who could treat her to a life of luxury or even just treat her better. So why would she pick the weird library kid who stays inside playing video games all day?

“You’re all those things too, minus to the style of course.” Lyle tries to comfort you only for you to elbow him in his gut.

“I’m being serious,” he laughs grabbing your arm and pushing it away lightly. “You’re just as amazing as anyone else. You don’t give yourself enough credit.” He finishes with a small smile.

You nod slowly before looking back forward and grabbing for his hand.

“Don’t be gross now.” You mumble and the boy chuckles to himself.

You both continue to walk through down the street before arriving at the location sent to you by Jenna making Lyle let out a loud gasp.

“Sushi?” He asks, arms spread out as he gestures to the red sign ‘Kenko’s habachi’ as if he was trying to hug it. “How’d she know?! What’d you tell her?” He questions are more of demands as he turns to you.

“Nothing, as I said.” You say, stuffing your hands in your pockets. “She has taste.”

A grimace is set on his face at your comment. “Please don’t tell me your referring to yourself.” Your face falls and you point to it, clearly annoyed at his comment after your last conversation.

“Kidding,” he says turning back toward the building like a child in a toy factory. “So how does this work? Do we go inside and wait?”

“We just wait, I usually do.” You say, taking a seat on a nearby bench as the man continues to stare up.

“What a good dog.” He replies only giving you a glance. “But what about seats?” He asks mc ignoring your loud huff.

“Usually taken care of.” You say before slipping your head phones back on and turning up the sound to drown out what ever he says.

You close your eyes and begin to think of the various ways this night could go. Lyle embarrassing you to death, the so called signs he wants you to use and look for, Jenna’s friend, how Jenna looks. Anything to pass the time before you come to a realization.

How long was she staying in New York?

She had been here for about a month and half now, at least since you’ve known her. She was bound to leave for LA again to be with her family and home again.

The thought made you feel some sort of dread. The relationship you both built could go crumbling down once she left and you couldn’t do anything about while all the way across the United States.

Then again what could you do? Ask her not to return to her home and stay with you? Not possible. You weren’t in any position to ask such a question but that wouldn’t stop you from begging if you had a choice to.

Who wouldn’t want to be on the knees in front of such a woman after all?

You’re pulled from your thoughts as your head phones are yanked off. Your eyes snap open to see Lyle glaring down toward, Jenna trying to hold in her laugh and a girl who’d you recognized after watching Jenna’s most recent show.

You didn’t know her name but you knew not to call her by the name you knew her by, that would end horrible on your end by Lyle.

“Hey,” Jenna says as you stand up and snatch your head phones back from Lyle. “Hey.” You reply and Lyle makes a face.

“‘Hey’? That’s it?” He whispers to himself as if he were expecting more and you send him a glare.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this.” Jenna says gesturing to your head phones as you put them back in their case.

“Are you suggesting that I have a head phone problem?” You ask, smirk in your face as you shove the container into your pocket.

She considers the question for a moment before nodding. “Maybe a little?” She says and your face falls as it does whenever Lyle tries to say something funny.

“I’m only saying you have them in all the time right before I see you.” She defends putting her hands up.

“What else am I meant to do? Just sit there or walk? No, I gotta have some sort of background noise that’s not yelling or cars honking.” You huff out and shake your head.

Jenna’s smile grows as she looks up at you.

You glance to Lyle who puts up a single finger mouthing ‘number one’ making you internally roll your eyes.

Your eyes travel back to Jenna who continues to smile and stare and you can’t help but agree with. The eye contact was insanely attractive when it came to her as you try your hardest not to look away from hers.

You both continue to stare unbeknownst to the pair beside you. It was starting to become unbearable for the two, is this all what you two did?

Sure, it was only a few moments that and passed but it was still awkward.

Lyles eyes travel to the girl Jenna brought as he presses his lips with a suggestive look on his face that makes the girl smile and nod in agreement to his silent statement.

“Well then!” Lyle calls out clapping his hands together. “Re-introductory time,” he smiles and holds out his hand to Jenna.

“Great to meet you again on less awkward time, I’m Lyle.” He says as she takes his hand and shakes it. “Nice to meet you, i’ve heard a lot about you.” She says and Lyle smirks.

“As have I about you.” Your cheeks rise in heat as you clear your throat and look away from the two.

“Oh! And this is Emma.” Jenna introduces and the girl steps forward with a adorable smile you can’t help but notice.

“Hi, I’ve also heard a lot about you.” She laughs as she shakes your hand. Jenna’s cheeks also get warm as she she sends a small kick to her friends foot you don’t seem to notice.

“It’s nice to meet you, Emma.” You say before Lyle begins rushing the three of you.

“Sushi time, let’s go. Let’s go!” The man states as you all make your way inside.

“I’m beginning to see what you meant by him being a bit much.” Jenna says watching Lyle make his way toward the fish tank like a child.

You huff out before going after him. “Dude,” you mumble as you watch him watch the fish. “You’ll get to eat some in a bit, stop slobbering on the glass.”

“You two really are bad at reading signs.” He replies, head turning side ways but eyes never leaving the tank. “You’re trying too hard to act natural, just relax.”

You scoff before pulling him back toward the duo only to see Emma whispering something to Jenna whose face had only become more red.

The waitress grabs four menus and makes her way toward the back of the restaurant.

“I love your hair, by the way.” Emma says, falling back to walk with Lyle who gives her a toothy smile. “Why thank you, I just got it done.” He says as if he had paid to get it done, you should have made him pay.

You watch as the waitress places the menus down in a booth before making your way to one side and taking a seat. Jenna not too far behind you as she subconsciously decides to sit with you.

Lyle looks back at Emma with the same suggestive look on his face as he allows her to enter first before following after.

He takes notice to how close you both sit and allows a small smirk to set into his face before opening his menu and slamming it shut immediately.

You send him a questioning look as you opening your own. You places his hand on the table and drums two fingers on the table, looking around trying to be discreet.

You let out a quiet huff before looking back down to your menu, unable to resist the urge to look through your peripheral view to see he was in fact right.

Jenna seemed to be doing what Lyle was doing earlier. Your legs were slightly tilted toward hers and so were hers, hands holding the menu as you did.

But then again she was very focused on said menu, not enough to be able to copy anything you were doing. You were glad he was sort of wrong but also disappointed.

“You’d definitely like the shrimp tempura, it’s actually cooked but also really good for sushi.” Lyle states as he points to Emma’s menu, elbows on the table as he leans over to look over her menu. You watch Emma’s eyebrows raise as he continues to recommend different things, clearly listening carefully as she nods along.

A small smile forms on your face, his lack of personal space was indeed always there. Even for strangers. But then again that was his specialty, finding friends by just simply being himself rather than acting awkward.

But then there was his humor that threw most people off, very dark. You were used to it though, him mentioning things that would put him in an insane asylum before laughing to himself making the people who get it laugh as well.

“What are you getting?” Jenna’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts as your eyes snap from Lyle and Emma to Jenna who seemed to be sitting much closer than before.

You lean over to look at her menu forgetting about your own in your hand as you point to the thing you get the most.

She scrunches her nose — the action absolutely adorable — slightly as she read the description, clearly displeased with you answer. “Really?”

You shrug before closing your own menu and sliding it forward. “It’s what I’ve eaten for the past few times, i think it’s good.” You lean against your hand on the table, body turned to her more.

She nods to herself for a moment before looking back down to her menu, once again you find yourself jealous of a menu.

Lyle takes notice to your longing stares and Jenna obliviousness take scowls in distaste at the sight.

With how much you talked about her he would think you would be flirting at this point with how much you’ve hung out. But no, you clearly are too much of an idiot not to see both you and Jenna’s body language toward each other.

“But what is the best platter?” Emma asks suddenly and your attention is suddenly drawn toward her as you lean over the table to talk.

He gapes at you for a moment, wondering why you would take your attention off your ‘date’ to recommended things to his before he got the chance.

You had a goddess next to you and you decided to talk about platters? He decides then and there it was time to take matters into his own hands.

His eyes travel to Jenna who no longer looks at her menu, instead toward you and Emma with a look in her eyes Lyle knows inside and out.

He stares at her and waits for a moment, clearly intent on getting her to look back at him and she does.

He narrows his eyes her before tilting his head which makes her in return knit her eye brows. He glances toward you then back to her before raising an eyebrow.

Jenna too glances at you before biting her lip nervously before looking back to him. He widens eyes while keeping his eyebrow raised and tilting his head to the side to gesture toward you.

Jenna hesitates for a moment, looking between Lyle and you before nodding along with Lyle who lets out a silent breath.

At least someone took his hints.

She sends him one last glance as you sit back into your seat, all four of you now waiting on the waitress, Lyle and Emma taking up a new conversation topic.

“I meant to tell you before,” Jenna says suddenly catching both you and Lyles attention. “Your outfit looks really nice.” The compliment is subtle yet noticeable.

You look down to look at your outfit you had actually tried on. Ever since you met Jenna you had actually been trying on looking good instead of wearing simple jeans and a sweat shirt. Not that you’d ever tell her that.

“Thank you, my mom actually bought this for me.” You say and Lyle froze before his eyes travel to you in horror.

Who responds to a compliment like that?

“Well, she knows what colors look good on you.” Retorts, saving her own compliment. It works as your face heats up and you smile before chuckling nervously as the waitress walks up you table.

Lyle felt his eye twitch as you order, the sudden urge to strangely you was set into his mind as his finger start to flex.

The audacity of you not complimenting her back was an atrocity.

His eyes travel to Jenna who seemed well satisfied with her compliment and your reaction, far more confident than before. It did not satisfy Lyle.

As the waiter walks away, Lyle felt the need to punish you for your crimes. He quickly kicks his foot out attempting to kick you but instantly regrets it.

“Ow!” Jenna calls out and his eyes go wide. “What’s wrong?” You ask as soon as the word leaves Jenna’s lips.

“Did you just kick me?” Jenna asks, looking up to Lyle whose face sets into panic before looking to you. The worried look on your features evident as you place a hand on Jenna’s arm. He decides this was a far better punishment.

“Yeah,” he nods and looks to you. “Did you just kick her?” The attitude in his accusation bewilders you as your mouth hangs open.

“What?” You ask, glaring at the boy who glares back. “Why would you kick her?” He asks, gesturing his hands toward you and you let out a laugh.

“That’s funny,” you say shaking your head at the boy who crosses his arms. “I’m sitting right next to her how would that be possibly?” You ask and the man shrugs in exaggeration.

“I don’t know, you tell me!” He says and you huff out. Jenna, the pain now forgotten, finds the petty argument amusing as Emma just sits there sipping her drink enjoying the drama completely oblivious to what’s going on.

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Lyle watches as the two of you speak while walking ahead, well more so Jenna talks and you stare shamelessly. You two walk closely, closer than the distance He and Emma walked together or just regular friends. Further proving his third demonstration to be correct.

His eyes travel to the paparazzi who also shamelessly stared and took pictures then back to you.

You two were to busy in your own little world to really notice. Now he sees why there were so many pictures, you two were just out there rather than hiding away in the safety of privacy.

The privacy you used to enjoy before Jenna, the privacy you needed for your family but just didn’t care anymore.

“Those two are so annoying,” he mumbles, catching Emma’s attention. “I mean, they’re clearly interesting in each other but Y/N doesn’t want to admit it!”

Emma’s eyes light up at his statement. “Exactly, thank you!” Emma says and the man’s eyes snap to hers. “All she talks about is Y/N.” Emma comes back to a sudden quietness the two had and his interest is now piqued.

“Go on,” he says, nudging her with his elbow and raising his eyebrows.

“I mean, she doesn’t only talk about Y/N but whenever she gets tracked up in her phone it always ‘Y/N texted’ or ‘I’m texting Y/N, hold on’. It’s ridiculous but what’s really annoying is when we try to get her to ask her out and she says that that’s a stupid thing to do and doesn’t think she likes her back or something.”

Lyle’s head snaps to her, eyes wide. “She thinks that?” He asks making them slow down so you two didn’t hear their conversation.

Emma hesitates for a moment, clearly debating if Jenna would like this or not but ultimately decides to nod.

“But why?” He asks and the girl tilts her head slightly in question. “I can understand Y/N because of many different reasons but Jenna? She can have castle full of people to choose from and they’d all want her.”

“Maybe that’s why,” Emma says. “Because of how many people she could possibly have, she doesn’t think that any want her for her.”

Lyle takes a moment to think that through and she was in fact right.

She met you by chance and you didn’t know who she was which most likely made the situation feel real. She could tell you about herself without you knowing information from online — true or not true— and you could tell her about yourself without lying to make her more interested in you.

It was all authentic and she could play it out her own way, especially with you already barely knowing her.

“You’re right,” he mumbles in response as he watches Jenna laugh and you smile at her. The smile was one he didn’t recognize, it was far warmer and soft than what he was used to.

Yes, she truly did have you wrapped around her finger.

“We should totally help each other out,” he says suddenly making the girls smile raise. “I could give you little pointers of what Y/N says and you give me one’s Jenna says, you know to keep things up to date for them.”

Emma’s eyes travel to the two of you as you both talk, still ignoring the paparazzi who try to get the best shots in strange positions.

“Plus, I do like to give Y/N little heart attacks so having information on Jenna would help with that.”

The girls smiles once again, clearly interesting on doing the same to Jenna as she pulls her phone out.

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Lyle once again watches as you hug Jenna before she waves and gets into her car in absolute disgust and disappointment at how short a time you held her. You could have let it linger for a moment, he wouldn’t have minded waiting another moment.

She gets into the tented window car, Emma following suit as she taps her phone to Lyle who nods and throws her a thumbs up.

Her smirk doesn’t go unnoticed by Lyle as you shut the door behind and watch the cat drive off.

Once it’s completely out of view, he hits the back of your head with the back of his hand. And he does so very hard.

“Ow! What the hell!” You hiss out as your hand comes up to hold it. “I’m starting to see why you’re so worried,” he states angrily before turning on his heels and walking.

“You’re absolutely useless to my game of entertainment. You could have at least done a little bit of flirting.”

He continues to walk, now blocking out your yelling and argument as he sets in his plan to do something about this himself since you can’t do a single thing on your own anymore.

Read next part here! (Coming soon)

A/N: I know this is a itty bit rushed but idc cause the juicy stuff is going to happen now, me and my friend have decided to stop teasing and actually get this done.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #top shelf #scream #tara carpenter #scream 6 #vada cavell #wednesday addams #jenna ortega fanfic

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solarmorrigan · 5 months

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hallo! I saw the angsty prompt list thing, and the “don’t trust me.” One kind of stood out to me. You don’t have to write it, but you’re one of my favorite writers on here so I thought it might be cool :)

Hullo! So I did fill this prompt once already, but I'd had a bunch of ideas for it and I was in the mood for something a little softer, so I did another! Thanks for giving me the opening to write it (and for the compliment, you're so kind?? 😭)

[General warning for mention of Steve's shitty parents and their generally shitty parenting technique]

Angsty-ish Prompt List

“Why am I the one doing this?” Steve grouses, straining slightly as he struggles with the full box on the top shelf. “Instead of, y’know, you?”

“You’re stronger than me,” Eddie replies readily.

“Bullshit, I’ve seen you lugging amps and shit around during your shows,” Steve shoots back, grumbling as he works the box free from the high shelf.

“You got me.” Eddie grins, though Steve’s back is turned to him. “I just like watching you work, sweetheart.”

From the depths of the storage closet, Steve gives an audible snort of laughter, but he also stops arguing. Then, with a little noise of triumph, Steve finally manages to tug the box free, holding it aloft long enough to back out of the closet and then heaving it down onto the floor, where it lands in a clatter of plastic and jingling bells.

“Excellent.” Eddie falls upon the box, rubbing his hands together in anticipation before tugging at the tucked flaps. “There’s one more box, would you mind? It’s on the floor; long rectangle.”

“You said there was one box,” Steve says, eyes narrowed.

“Whoops, miscounted,” Eddie says breezily, smiling up at Steve with as much innocence as he can muster. “You know how bad I am at all that academic shit.”

“Says the guy who plays a math game for fun,” Steve drawls.

For the sake of time, Eddie leaves the bait where it is, instead batting his eyelashes up at Steve. “Pretty please, pretty boy? It’s definitely the last one.”

Steve holds out for exactly five more seconds before retreating into the closet with a roll of his eyes. “If you suddenly remember one more after this, I’m suddenly gonna remember something I have to do back at my house and leave you to do all the decorating on your own,” he calls back, muffled from behind the coats Eddie can hear him shoving aside to find the last box.

Eddie’s at least eighty percent sure he’s bluffing, but it’s no matter – he hadn’t been lying. Most of what he needs is in the box in front of him: strands of garland, wrapped tangles of lights, and the same ugly pinecone wreath with the world’s most annoying string of jingle bells attached that Wayne’s been hanging since Eddie was a kid. Everything else—the ornaments, more lights, and, of course, the tree—is in the hefty, rectangular box Steve is currently hauling out into the entryway.

Normally, Wayne would be there to help, but his and Eddie’s work schedules have fallen out of sync in the hectic holiday rush of extra shifts; if one has the day off, the other is too tired by the time they get home to entertain anything as energy-consuming as getting up on a ladder to hang lights. Eddie and Steve, however (somehow; miraculously), share at least one day off a week, which has seen Steve recruited as Eddie’s backup decorating partner.

“That it?” Steve breathes as releases the box and stands straight, tugging his sweater down from where it’s ridden up (Eddie can’t believe he’s dating someone who unironically wears ugly Christmas sweaters. He can’t believe Steve makes them look good).

“That’s it,” Eddie promises. He plucks two balled-up strings of lights from the box in front of him and stands up, one under each arm. “So here’s what I’m thinking: I’ll get started on the outside, while you,” Eddie puts a boot to the tree box and shoves it towards Steve with a grunt; even across the laminate flooring it doesn’t slide easy, practically cocooned in layers of packing tape from so many years of opening and resealing, “get the tree going.”

Already halfway wrapped up in how he’s going to string the lights (he’d always loved decorating the outside of the trailer, and now he gets to figure out a new configuration for the tiny porch on his and Wayne’s equally tiny new house; it ain’t much, as they say, but it’s home – or, at least, it’s starting to feel like it), Eddie nearly misses the look of confusion that crosses Steve’s face.

“Uh… how do you want it set up?” Steve asks.

Eddie cocks an eyebrow at him. “Stand goes on the floor, pointy end goes up. I have faith in you, Steve.”

Steve rolls his eyes again, but with his frown in place he looks like he might actually be irritated. “I mean, you have to tell me how you want it, like, decorated and shit. Where it’s supposed to go, that sort of thing.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve decorated a tree before, man,” Eddie says. “I know I saw one at your house last time I was there.”

“Yeah, but that’s my house. This is yours. You have to tell me how you want it,” Steve says.

Once again for the sake of time, Eddie leaves the obvious opening for a joke where it lies. “Steve, it’s – y’know, lights, garland, ornaments, it’s not rocket science. I trust you to do a good job.”

“No, don’t trust me, just tell me how you want it decorated,” Steve insists. “If you don’t tell me, I’m going to do it wrong.”

“It’s… a Christmas tree, sweetheart,” Eddie says slowly. “You can’t do it wrong.”

“Oh, I assure you, I can,” Steve says with a laugh. “Seriously, like – people are super particular about how their trees are set up, I think. My mom always has been. I remember when I was, like, ten, she and my dad had been away for a while, and we were coming up on Christmas pretty fast, and none of the decorations were up, so I figured I’d at least put the tree up. Surprise them when they got home, right? Except my mom lost her shit when they got home and saw it.”

“Noooot in a good way, I take it,” Eddie hazards.

“Nah, I did it all wrong. The tinsel wasn’t spread out right, and there’s only supposed to be a certain number of ornaments on each branch, and she wanted the angel on top, not the star, so she made me take the whole thing down.” Steve shrugs. “So, seriously, even if you don’t think you have a certain way you want it done, I’ll probably manage to find the exact way you don’t want it, so you should just tell me.”

“Steve, I promise, that tree is, like, older than I am; you can’t make it worse. As long as you don’t set it on fire, I’ll be happy with it,” Eddie says.

“That’s not–” Steve cuts himself off, running one hand through his hair with a strained little laugh. “I don’t understand why you won’t just tell me how you want it done.”

Eddie shakes his head, dropping the bundles of lights back into their box; he hates when this happens – hates when he stumbles over some mundane thing that Steve’s parents have fucked up for him that Eddie only manages to poke like a kid with a sharp stick at a beehive because he didn’t even realize it could be an issue. Who the fuck gives their kid a complex over how the Christmas tree is decorated? Who does that?

(Then again, Eddie’s pretty sure it’s about more than just their expectations for the tree.)

“Okay, I need you to listen to me,” Eddie says, voice firm but hands gentle as he reaches for Steve’s own. “I swear I’m not trying to set you up for failure. I’m really not. The tree isn’t supposed to look perfect. It’s supposed to be kinda crooked and covered in dumb ornaments you can’t even remember the stories behind and only have, like, half a string of popcorn around it because you ate most of it when your uncle wasn’t looking and didn’t leave enough for the tree.”

Steve stares at him, brows furrowed, like he’s trying to piece what Eddie’s telling him into what he already knows about the world, like he needs both things to be true, even though they don’t fit together.

“Actually…” Eddie says slowly, deciding that it may be best to change tack, “come to think of it, there’s one thing about decorating the tree that I should’ve told you. Most important thing, really. Can’t believe I forgot.”

“What?” Steve asks, halfway between wary and eager for the instruction.

“You’re supposed to do it together. That’s what makes it good.” Eddie lets go of one of Steve’s hands to smack the heel of his own to the side of his forehead. “Duh. Silly me.”

Steve shakes his head, letting it hang forward with a little huff of a laugh as some of the tension leeches from his shoulders. “You’re such a dork, do you know that?”

“Mhm,” Eddie hums, grabbing Steve by the front of that stupid, ugly sweater (it has reindeer on it, how does it not look awful on him?) and pulling him up for a quick kiss. “So how about you help me do the outside lights, and then we’ll come back inside and do the tree together?”

One last flicker of uncertainty crosses Steve’s face. “What about Wayne?”

A flutter of fondness rolls through Eddie’s chest, the same as it always does when Steve doesn’t just consider Eddie, but the things and people important to him. “His favorite part is stringing the popcorn. We can do that when he gets home.”

“Oh.” Steve nods, as though he is considering this very seriously, then smirks at Eddie. “Should we make some to eat before he gets back, so you leave enough for the tree?”

Eddie smacks him on the shoulder, holding back a laugh. “Alright, Harrington, just for that, you’re the one untangling the lights.”

“What, like it’s a punishment?” Steve asks. “I’m great at untangling Christmas lights.”

“Oh, baby,” Eddie presses a hand to his heart and pretends to swoon over the box of decorations, “when you say things like that, it makes me want to keep you forever.”

And Steve’s answering grin at that is far brighter than anything they’re going to decorate with today, Eddie is certain.

#finntheehumaneater #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #eddiesteve #I also wanted to write something a little holiday-related!#so I'll be honest this is a little schmoopy but like. that happens sometimes yanno?#solar wrote #answers from solar

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topguncortez · 10 months

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Speak Now ~ J. Seresin

Hangman Masterlist | Main Masterlist

synopsis: Jake gets a wedding invite from the girl he's still in love with. Based off of Speak Now (TV) by Taylor Swift

word count: 4.1k

warnings: cursing, break-ups, runaway bride, miscommunication

Jake knew you probably hated the invites. You had told him over and over that you never wanted a big wedding, you wanted something small. You had agreed with your mom to not just go to the courthouse, but would at least do something a little bigger. Jake ran his fingers over the pale pink paper that was decorated with flowers and had your name and your fiancé’s name written in gold cursive letters. He knew you were somewhere screaming and pulling your hair out.

‘PLEASE JOIN US FOR THE CEREMONY OF MATRIMONY OF Y/N M/N AND BILLY “FRITZ” AVALON’

“Yeah, I just got it,” Jake said to Coyote. He had called his best friend the moment he saw the light pink envelope in his mailbox, “I looked up the address, it’s a church. She always said she wouldn’t get married in a church, she was worried it would burn down around her,”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Javy said, “She must be a different person now, when was the last time you talked to her?”

“I don’t know 2-3 years ago. I heard Bob ask Nat if she had figured out a bridesmaid dress yet,” Jake sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I guess it was for this.”

“Did you expect anything less? They’re best friends.”

Jake shrugged knowing his friend couldn’t see him, “I don’t think I’m gonna go,”

“You can’t do that!”

“Why would I go? To submit myself to the torture of watching her marry someone else? Watching someone else give her the life I couldn’t give her?” Jake said angrily, the images of their last fight filled his mind. He looked over to the front door from his kitchen, the replay of you walking out the door, with your bags packed and tears in your eyes was forever burned into his mind.

“You pushed her away, Jacob. You can only blame yourself for that,” Javy scolded and Jake sighed.

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” Jake mumbled.

“Well do the true right thing, and go to the wedding, for her. It’ll make her happy to see you there,” Javy said and Jake told him he’d think about it.

Jake sat down on his couch and closed his eyes. Ever since that fateful day, he let you go, he couldn’t fathom thinking about you with someone else. He knew though, he knew you had met someone else, but didn’t know it was Fritz until about a month ago. The two of you waltzed into the Hard Deck, hand-in-hand, smiles on your face. Jake couldn’t stand the sight of it. It made him physically ill to stand there and keep a smile on his face. You had caught only a glimpse of him as he walked out the door.

Jake pushed himself off of his spot and walked to his room. He pulled down the box that sat on the top shelf of his closet and opened the lid. Pictures, concert tickets, notes, mixed CDs, random t-shirts, and postcards were all packed away in the box. Jake dug to the bottom of the box and pulled out the tiny light blue ring box and opened it. The pear-shaped diamond ring glared up at him in mockery.

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“Have you ever thought about the future?” You asked him, as you were both relaxing in the bathtub. Jake had a stressful day at work and just wanted to relax. You had made him something to eat and draw a bath.

“Of course,” Jake said, kissing your bare shoulder, “I think about it a lot, what I’m doing next week, or next month, or even next year,”

“Do you ever think of our future?” You asked softly.

“I-I uh, yeah sometimes. But I like where we are,” Jake said and you frowned slightly. You had been with Jake since freshman year of high school, right by his side through it all. From giving up your dream of going to UT, and moving to Maryland while he went to the academy, to waiting with other partners and spouses for him to come off the carrier after a deployment. You loved Jake, you really did, but you were hoping for more, you wanted more.

“I think about getting married,” You said and sighed into Jake, “Something small, probably in my parents’ backyard on a beautiful summer night. I want that perfect day, where you just wake up and say, ‘Let’s get married’, nothing too crazy. I told my mom I won’t just go to the courthouse.”

“Yeah,” was all Jake could say.

“What?” You asked, turning your head to look at him, “You don’t… you don’t see that?”

“It’s not that I don’t see it, it’s that I don’t want it.”

“Oh,” You nodded. There was a beat of silence, until you pushed yourself up from Jake’s embrace.

“Wait, Y/N,” Jake said reaching out to you as you grabbed your towel.

“The water is getting cold,” You said and dried yourself off, before heading into the bathroom.

Jake cursed himself and got out of the bathtub, grabbing his towel and following you. You sat on the bed and looked at Jake with tears in your eyes. You had this sinking feeling for a while. Like things were bound to break between you. You loved Jake, you really did, and every day it felt like you were falling more in love with him. He always did something new to make you fall in love. Whether it was surprising you with some new recipe, bringing you home your favorite flowers, to sending you postcards from where ever he was in the world. But lately, all that had seemed to stop. You had slowly wondered if maybe, just maybe, Jake wasn’t in love with you anymore.

“Y/N…” Jake said your name softly.

“When did you fall out of love?”

“What-“

“Jake, please,” You asked him, tears now running down your face.

“I love you, Y/N, I really do. But I- My career is just starting to take off. I. . .,” Jake sighed, “I- I don’t want to be holding you back from everything that you want.”

“You don’t want to hold me back, or you don’t want me holding YOU back?”

Jake sighed and looked down at his feet. Truth was, he didn’t want to hold you back. He could see the small changes in you. You had decided to change your major from education to business, something that you insisted was what you wanted. He noticed that your grades had slipped, your GPA the lowest it had ever been. You had spent more time at home, next to him, than hanging out with your friends. Jake didn’t want to hurt you, but he wanted you to follow your dreams, even if that meant having to break his and your heart. Jake took a deep breath and grabbed your hands.

“I’m breaking up with you,” He said and bit the bullet. You closed your eyes and Jake was fighting the urge to wipe the tears from your eyes. A sob left your pink lips and you pulled your hands from his, “I’m sorry-“

“Just shut up, Jake,” You said and pushed yourself up from the bed. You walked into the bathroom and slammed it shut, locking the door behind you. You gripped the sides of the sink and sobbed. Jake listened on the other side of the door as you threw everything off the counter, and could hear the breaking of the mirror as you threw a hairbrush at it. Jake changed into his pajamas and then set some out for you. He wrote a note that he was going to stay at Josh’s for the night.

The next morning you woke up to a cold bed and a pounding headache. You looked around the empty room and sighed. You began with the closet, dumping all your clothes into your suitcase, leaving behind the stuff that Jake had either bought you or gifted you. You packed away all your underwear, socks, and makeup. The apartment slowly became bare as you packed your little trinkets and decorations away. You had hoped to get most of it done before Jake came back, but you weren’t that lucky.

“Where are you going?” Jake asked, walking into the apartment and seeing your bags by the front door.

“My sister’s house,” You said and Jake looked at you confused. This was the first time you had mentioned a sister, and he had been dating you for over 5 years, “You don’t know her, she’s a half-sister,”

“Okay… this is really it?”

“Yeah,” You said softly as you looked down at the item in your hand, a picture from your first date, taken when you were both 13. Your parents wouldn’t let you go alone, so Jake’s older sister and her boyfriend at the time had to tag along. She took the picture and Jake gave it to you as a gift on your first anniversary, “Here,” You handed Jake the picture.

“No, no, keep it.”

“I can’t,” You said, your voice breaking. You placed your hand on Jake’s cheek, and kissed his lips softly, one last time, “Goodbye, Jake. Be good to yourself, okay?”

“I will, Y/N. I love you,”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it back, as you grabbed your bags and walked out the front door. Jake bit his lip as he watched you walk out the door and out of his life.

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You looked half dead, as you sat in the makeup chair, bright and early on your wedding day. You had tried to go to sleep, but you tossed and turned the whole night. You had thought about running away, getting your car, and driving off to god knows where, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Instead, you took some melatonin and slept for about 4 hours, until Natasha burst through your door with her unusually high amount of energy. You were just happy she brought you red bull and donuts.

“You look like shit?” Natasha said as she poured you a mimosa.

“I feel like it,” you reached your hand out for the glass.

“Oh my god,” She said and pulled the glass back, “Are you pregnant?!”

“No!” You yelled, “Give me the damn drink,”

“Fiesty,” She laughed and handed you the glass, “I steamed your dress, it’s hanging up in the bathroom,”

“Thank you,” You answered, “The boys?”

“I talked to Billy’s brother, Steven, he said they are up and moving. But, if you were wondering Rooster said that they are ALL on their way,”

“He’s coming?”

Natasha gave you a small smile and nodded, before going over to where the rest of your bridesmaids were. You looked up at your makeup artist and smiled as she placed false eyelashes on your eyes. You had tried to keep yourself from shaking with anxiety over seeing Jake, but you couldn’t help it. You had brushed it off as wedding day jitters. For the rest of the morning, you and your bridesmaids drank and ate a light breakfast that your parents had provided. You had a photographer taking pictures of you guys as you got ready. The bridesmaid dresses you had picked were emerald green, and you let them pick their own design. You sucked in a breath, as Natasha zipped the back of your dress. You stared at yourself in the mirror, and could hardly recognize the person in the mirror. The dress you and Billy had picked out was a classic style dress, with a deep v-cut, lace sleeves that went down to your wrists, and an open back. Billy said you looked like Princess Kate, but you felt more like Princess Di.

“Absolutely breathtaking,” Natasha said and You smiled, trying to make yourself feel better, “They want a first look. You okay with that?”

“I mean, Billy picked the dress out, so why not,”

Natasha smiled and walked out of the bedroom. You blinked and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. You took a deep breath and then headed out of the bathroom. You looked up from your shoes to be shocked by the 3 men standing in front of you, one noticeably missing.

“Well god damn, Y/N, you can clean up nicely,” Javy said You laughed and walked over and hugged him.

“Like our very own princess,” Bob said.

“Thank you,” You said looking at all of them. You could feel a certain pair of blue eyes burning into you, “I can’t believe you guys actually came!”

“Well, my girlfriend is your maid of honor,” Javy said, putting his arm around Natasha’s waist.

“She’s the best maid of honor I could ask for,” You smiled at her.

“Speaking of which, we gotta get going. Can’t be late for your own wedding,” Natasha said and your face faltered.

“Yeah,” You said hoping none of them noticed the change in your demeanor, of course the oldest twin did.

“Alright, let’s get going okay,” Natasha said and the boys nodded, following her out of the room, all except Bob who hung back a second.

“You look amazing,” Bob said, “He would be here, but he just couldn’t see you quite yet.”

“Thank you, Bob,” You said honestly. He kissed your cheek and then left your room.

“You ready?” Natasha asked, coming back into the room. You nodded and grabbed the champagne bottle that was next to you. Natasha watched with wide eyes as you downed the rest of the bottle, “Liquid courage?”

“If I do something dumb, you promise to support me?”

Natasha squinted her eyes at you, “Depends on what dumb thing you’re thinking about doing.”

“We’ll have to see,”

The church was decorated beautifully, white roses and emerald green flowers were mixed in and decorated the altar. Javy sat on Jake’s right and Rooster on the left. Jake’s eyes were locked on his shoes as Billy and his parents made their way down the aisle. Rooster nudged him as your mom and brother made their way down the aisle. Your mom sent Jake a warm smile, making his heart beat faster in his chest. The look in her eyes was one that Jake had seen far too often.

‘That should be you.’

“What if I stop the wedding?” Jake asked Javy.

“Don’t even think about it Jacob,” Javy whispered harshly.

“You saw how unhappy she is!”

“She’s nervous, it’s her damn wedding day!” Javy snapped.

“Stop, Natasha is walking down,” Bob said noticing his WSO walking down with your fiancé’s brother. Natasha winked at the boys, as she took her spot right next to wear you would stand at the alter.

Jake’s heart fell to his ass as he heard that oh-so-familiar wedding march and everyone stood up, to look to the back of the church. The doors opened Jake’s breath caught in his throat. You were breathtaking, the dress hugging your body perfectly. Jake couldn’t help but wish that was for him. Your eyes were locked on Billy, as tears left his eyes. You had tried to dig deep in your heart and remember why you were going to marry him, but everything was drawing up a blank. The aisle felt like it was miles long, and you hated everyone’s eyes on you. When you got to the end of the aisle, Billy stepped down to take you from your father.

“Who gives this woman, to this man?” The priest asked.

“Her mother, and I,” Your dad said. He turned to you and hugged you, “Jake is here,” You went to move your head to look for him but your dad kept you from moving, “Make the right choice,” You nodded and kissed his cheek before pulling back and stepping up on the altar.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you maybe be seated,” The priest said and You handed Natasha your bouquet, your eyes searching the crowd of people, and finally landing on those familiar brown eyes, “Welcome, we are gathered here today to witness the symbolic ceremony of love between these two young people, Y/N M/N L/N and Billy Fritz Avalon. Is there anybody who believes that these two shouldn’t be married, speak now or forever hold your peace,”

Y/N closed her eyes and waited for someone to say something. Jake was about to stand before Javy grabbed his arm and held him down. He looked at his wingman with wide eyes, but the boy just shook his head and pointed toward you. Jake looked at you and locked eyes with him, as the priest was reading some passage about marriage and what it means in the Bible. Jake could read it in your eyes, you were really going through with this. Jake saw his window of opportunity finally close and the stages of grief started settling in his chest. He leaned back against the pew and tried to keep from crying.

“Billy, do you take Y/N, to have and to hold, to honor and treasure, to be at her side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times and bad, in sickness and health, for rich or for poor, to love and cherish her always until the moment of your last breath?”

“I do,” Billy said giving your hand a squeeze.

“Y/N,” The priest said, basically startling you, “Do you take Billy, to have and to hold, to honor and treasure, to be at his side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times and bad, in sickness and death, for rich or for poor, to love and cherish him always until the moment of your last breath?”

You looked at the priest and then at Billy, “I…,” You quickly glanced over to Jake, whose green eyes were locked on you. You swallowed and looked back at Billy, “I-”

“No,” A voice from the crowd spoke. You snapped your head towards the audience, seeing Jake standing up and the look of shock on everyone’s face.

“Hangman, what the,” Billy asked, dropping your hands and turning towards him.

“You never wanted to get married in a Church,” Jake said, pushing past Rooster and Bob, to stand in the middle of the aisle, “You said the church of Elvis was fine, but nothing like. . . this,” Jake gestured around, “You want the wedding where you wake up and say ‘let’s get married’. You want to eat hot dogs and mac’n’cheese in your parents’ backyard and light off fireworks.”

Tears gathered in your eyes as Jake stepped closer to you, and you took a step down from the altar.

“You want to jump off the dock at the lake house in your wedding dress because the lake has good luck in it and you believe in that stuff,” Jake licked his lips, “This isn’t you. . .” You nodded and Jake wiped away a stray tear with his thumb, “What do you say? Wanna get out of here?”

“Yes please,” You said, as you grabbed Jake’s hand. The church erupted in chaos as the two of you ran towards the doors.

“The hell did you say to her!?” Your mom asked your father, hitting him lightly on the chest.

“I just told her to make the right choice,” Your dad said smugly, “Never liked Buster anyway.”

“It’s Billy!”

You and Jake were bursting with laughter as you sprinted to his car. Jake had helped gather your dress in the car, before shutting the door carefully and jumping into the driver’s seat. Neither of you guys said anything as you drove away from the church. You weren’t sure where you were driving to, and it honestly didn’t matter. You looked over at Jake, who had a smile on his face as he grabbed your hand, and kissed your knuckles.

But suddenly, the fate of the decision hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Stop the car,” You said.

Jake looked over at you, “What?”

“Stop the damn car!” You yelled. Jake complied and pulled the car over, putting it in park. You got out instantly, running towards the woodline, the soft rain falling on you. Jake watched as you tried to catch your breath. He walked to the other side of his BMW, and leaned against the passenger door as you paced.

“I ran away,” You said eyes wide. You turned to face him, “I just ran away from the altar!”

“Yes, you did,” Jake nodded.

“A-and because of you!” You yelled.

“I’m sorry,” Jake said, honestly. Guilt was swimming in his green eyes as you looked at him. He looked as bad as you felt. His suit was wrinkled, his hair slightly a mess from running his hands through it, his five o’clock shadow settling on his face.

“Why? Why did it take you so long?” You asked and Jake looked at you.

“I was scared,” He admitted, “I was scared of coming back and ruining what you had built. You went back to education, got your degree, you’re living your dream, and I…. I didn’t want to get in the way again.”

You shook your head and walked up to him. You grabbed his hand, “Dance with me,”

Jake nodded and turned up the car radio. The sweet sound of Aretha Franklin’s Natural Woman’ filled your eardrums. Jake grabbed you softly and pulled you into him as he swayed with you in the moonlight. You guys lost track of time, as one song faded into the other, and you were both soaked, your dress was ruined.

“Your dress,” Jake said, looking at the dirty train, “I’m sorry, I’ll pay,”

“No, don’t worry about it,” You said and placed your hands on Jake’s face.

Jake’s rough hands carefully gripped the side of your face and pulled his lips against yours. For the first time in nearly 2 years, you were feeling his lips on yours again. You pulled him against you, wanting him to never let you go. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. You two didn’t say anything, but you didn’t have to. It was clear, you had made the right choice.

“Marry me,” Jake said and you looked up at him. He reached into his wet suit jacket and pulled out the blue box, “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, I had this stashed away for the perfect moment but I just got scared. I didn’t want you to put your dreams on the back burner for me, so I let you go.”

“Jake, you dumbass,” You said, “You are my dream.”

“You’re mine too, I can’t believe I almost lost you to-”

“Shh, you have me now.”

“Marry me, please?” Jake asked getting down on one knee. You smiled and tackled him to the ground. He landed with a thud and laughed as he kissed you passionately. You pulled back and slid the ring that was already on your finger, and replaced it with the one Jake had for you, “Looks better.”

“Much better.” You said kissing him again.

3 weeks later, you woke up one morning to a cold bed, but the covers messed up. You looked out the window, seeing the sun shining and making everything glow warmly. You stretched and headed down to your kitchen, where Jake was already making dinner. You greeted him with a kiss and sat down at the table to eat the vegan pancakes he had made.

“We should get married today,” Jake suggested, “Javy got ordained online a couple of months ago and has been itching to use it.”

“My dad’s got a new dinner recipe he wants to try.” You said sipping your orange juice.

“Then it’s settled,” Jake smiled, “Let’s get married today,”

And that’s exactly what you two did. You sent out a text message for everyone to be at your house by 6 for your wedding. Nobody questioned It, knowing this was exactly what you and Jake wanted. Everyone gathered in your backyard, dressed causally for a summer backyard wedding. Jake stood barefoot in the grass as he waited for you to walk out of the house, in a simple white maxi sun dress. Javy was living for this moment to be the official of a wedding, and what better than to be one at his best friend’s wedding?

“Now, we can actually do this right this time,” Javy said winking at you.

“Jake, do you take Y/N-“

“Yes,” Jake said interrupting his brother.

“I have to say the speech, Jacobl,” Javy scolded and everyone chuckled, “Y/N, do you take Jake-“

“I do!” You answered by doing the same.

“You guys are so impatient,” Javy smiled, “Well, by the power vested in me by some officiating website and the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Jake, you may now kiss your bride,”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,”

You giggled as Jake smashed his lips against yours. Cheers were let out from your family as he dipped you and sealed the deal with a kiss. He set you back on your two feet and grabbed your hand, walking you down the makeshift aisle, finally as husband and wife.

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lasperlasdelaconcha · 11 months

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Curiosity [Spot/Reader]

tags: nsfw, stalking, masturbation (male), sub!spot, cliffhanger (sorry)

a/n: I saw that there was few posts about Spot from Spiderman: Across the Spider-Verse, so I decided to write a short thing on him. Let me know if you like it!

wc: 1247

Spot was just jumping through different verses, experimenting with his new abilities when he spotted you.

Hiding behind a tree, he looked at you typing on your computer at the coffee shop while also sipping on coffee.

He didn’t know why, but he just had to be with you. But he was too nervous to actually approach you. So he would follow you around and watch you in secret.

It was easy. He was able to create vortexes and peek a head in, watching your every move. It was addicting and sweet at first, but poor, sweet Spot wanted more.

While running away from Spiderman, one of his vortexes led him to your apartment. It was sudden and embarrassing how he had you in mind all of the time. Luckily, you weren’t home.

He was going to leave, he swears, but the prospect of beginning extremely close to something that was yours while you weren’t around was more exciting.

He began to search around your home. He looked through your kitchen to see what kind of foods you liked, but it was mostly empty. Ah, that’s why you weren’t here working. You went to the grocery store.

He looked around your living room, touching your shelves and looking through all your books and little trinkets. It upset him a bit to see you had a Spiderman action figure on display.

He sulked a little, his mood dropping a bit as he made his way to your bathroom, looking and smelling your shampoos and lotions. That brightened his mood a bit, but he was still upset.

What was so good about Spiderman anyways?

He slowly made his way towards your bedroom, the one place he desired to go from the beginning, but left it ‘til last.

He looked around, going through the drawers of your dresser. He smiled as he looked at your clothes, remembering them all from his ‘watches’. Then he made it to the last drawer and blushed. It was full of your bras and panties and he closed it suddenly, completely flustered.

He admired you. He wasn’t a pervert!

He tried to distract himself as he looked through your other things. You had another bookshelf in your room and he saw more of the books that he would see you read in your free time.

He then made his way towards your vanity and scanned it slightly, not really wanting to touch it because you were very specific on how you left you. If you didn’t notice his rummaging around your apartment, you would notice it here.

He walked fast past your dresser, still remembering that drawer.

There was only one spot left and that was your closet. He had seen it a few times before. It was mostly just hoodies and dresses, shoe boxes stacked on the shelf above. The closet was pretty empty since you moved your materials for work to the closet in the living room. He would have looked at it, but he just had seen it so much that he had the layout memorized.

He hummed as he looked to the side inside your closet and blushed, shutting the closet door abruptly. He slowly opened it back up, his face burning as he looked at the laundry bin.

Right at the top of the bin was a pair of black panties. It wasn’t hidden nor covered by other clothes. It looked like you just left it there for him.

He shivered as he reached for it, his hands shaking slightly as he held it up to his face. He looked over it, turning and flipping it until he got to the part that made contact with your core. It was wet.

He groaned, bringing up to his face and sniffing it. It was supposed to be impossible. He didn’t have a face and he didn’t have a nose, but he was still able to smell it.

Your sweet scent.

He groaned as his hips buckled, your aroma filling his senses. His legs began to tremble as he continued to smell it, the scent of your liquids driving him crazier.

He pulled the panties away from his face, his eyes dazed as he looked down. His cock was hard, a bulge present.

He slowly brought a hand down to his cock and his other hand brought your panties up, sniffing as he began to rub himself. A whimper left him at the stimulation.

Without a care, he slowly made his way towards your bed, laying back on it as he pulled his cock out, pre-cum dribbling down the shaft as it hit his belly.

He groaned, his hand beginning to stroke his member slowly as he shoved your panties into his face, never wanting to part with your scent.

His cock began to ooze more with pre-cum, the wet noises of him jerking off filling the empty apartment.

Whimpers began to leave him as his hand began to speed up, his legs beginning to shake as he began to shake his head side to side, the stimulation too much, but he couldn’t stop.

Your scent was driving him crazy… He just had to taste it. He put your panties towards where his mouth should have been and licked the way he had grown to know. It wasn’t a normal way, but it worked and now he was able to taste you.

He moaned as he tasted your panties, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he continued to touch himself, his back arching as he came.

His cum spurted everywhere, covering his belly and your sheets. But he couldn’t stop.

You were flooding his senses, both in taste and smell. His whimpers became louder and his body trembled from the pain of overstimulation, but his hand never stopped, stroking up and down.

Soon, his other senses were also flooding with you… His hearing, his vision… his senses of touch…

He snapped out of his daze, his eyes going wide as he was staring at you, straddling him with a hand on top of his hand... the very one he was using to stroke himself. He stopped and you giggled.

“Aw, you are so cute when you space out… It happens a lot more than you think, Spotty.” You giggled, removing his hand from his big fat cock. He whimpered because even though he was embarrassed that you found him like this, he was still hard.

You then wrapped your hand around his cock, replacing his and you began to stroke him. “You don’t think I’m done with you, do you? No… You decided to break into my house and play with yourself while sniffing my panties like a dog. Did you like it? My scent?” You gushed, stroking him faster.

He whimpered. His back arching as he began to push you away with his hands, not really using much strength. It was too much, you actually being here and watching. “S-Stop! Too… Too much! I’m-I’m going to cum… cum,” he whimpered, his head shaking as he "tried" his best to push you away.

You frowned, swatting his hands away. “No! I am going to play with you. It’s what you get for playing with yourself without me…” You smiled, kissing his forehead as he moaned, his hands grasping the sheets tightly. “And you are going to take all of it. Okay?”

He looked up, his eyes glossy as he nodded, a dumbstruck look on his face. “Okay… Use me like your toy! Please play with me!” He whimpered.

#the spot x reader #johnathan ohnn #johathan ohnn x reader #across the spiderverse #spot x reader

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aalyssah · 9 months

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Too Touchy

Pairing: Protective!MJF x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,817

Summary: When a man gets too touchy on you, Max steps up, making the man to keep his hands to himself.

A/N: Just imagine MJF defending you because some guy doesn’t know what ‘no’ means.Hope You Enjoy!

You woke up to the sun shining bright through the curtains that hung on the window.

You could feel an arm draped across your waist. You turned around, meeting the face of a sleeping MJF. You're extremely lucky to see this side of him. Ever since he started the 'Better Than You Bay Bay' team, he's been showing more affection lately.

You smiled, tracing your hand around his beard and plump lips, debating if you should kiss him. "Either kiss me or take a picture." You gasped at the sound of Max's groggy voice.

His brown eyes opened, looking dead at you. "So you're not gonna give me a kiss?" You blushed, hiding your face in his neck. Max chuckled, pulling you back and kissing you. "We finally have the day off." You both sighed in sync.

Y'all have been working hard over the last month with Max being in a popular storyline and you making your way to the top for the Women's World Championship. "I know, I've been waiting!" You both sat in a comfortable silence before Max broke it.

“So what do you wanna do today? I was thinking maybe going shopping for a new suit, or maybe going down to the dealership and looking at a new car, what do you think?" Your face scrunched up at the sound of spending a lot of money.

“Uh, I don't know about that. Can we just have a normal day where we spend time together at the gym, or go out to eat?" Max thought for a moment and realized you were right. "Yeah, you're right. How about we go to the gym, to the store for some food, and maybe dinner?"

You smiled at that. "Oh yes, I like that much better." Max kissed your forehead before getting up. "Last one to get dressed gives the winner head." Max stood up, almost running to the closet. "Hey that's not fair you cheater!" You quickly got out the blanket, running to the closet to get some clothes.

(Max won)

You both showered and made it to the gym. You and Max did some stretching before he went off to lift weights, but you've been experiencing some tense muscles in your leg, so hopefully stretching will help.

You stood on your mat, doing a downward dog position. As you took a deep breath you heard someone cat calling you. You smiled thinking it was Max, but when you turned around you saw some middle aged looking man standing there.

“Good god, do you look good." You frowned at the man's compliments, feeling a little weirded out. "Thank you?" You continued stretching, ignoring his words until he spoke again. "I'm sure you got a man or girl, but if I was yours I’d keep you nice and full until you get pregnant."

You stood up, looking at them with disgust. "What is wrong with you? How dare you say something like that about a woman!?" The man only chuckled at your question. "Oh don't act like you wouldn't like it. I know you're really a dirty whore in bed."

Your mouth dropped open at his words. "You're just nasty!" You left your mat, going to Max's side fast. He noticed how frantic you looked. "Hey what's wrong, you okay?" You gave him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm just ready to go." Max looked at you slightly confused.

You just got here less than 10 minutes ago and now you want to leave? "You sure? We just got here like a couple of minutes ago." You nodded your fast, taking his hand. "Yeah, I want to go shopping for some food." You and Max took a small shower and left to go to the store.

You were both walking in the store, grabbing a small basket. "Okay, I'll go look for the meat and you go look for all the other stuff." You both parted ways with you going to the vegetable aisle. You looked for the pickles when you saw they were on the top shelf.

"Who the hell put them all the way up there?" You stood on your tiptoes, trying to reach for the pickles. Your fingertips brushed the glass, but went no further. "I swear I'm gonna sue this store for putting these pickles so damn high!" You muttered.

You then felt an arm sliding over yours, grabbing the jar of pickles. "Oh, thank-" You stopped talking when you saw who it was. It was the same man from earlier. "No problem sweetheart. This is why you need a strong tall man like me with you."

He said, flexing his weak arms. "Y'know I never caught your name?" You stood there looking at him. There ain't no way you're gonna tell him your name. Luckily, Max walked by the aisle, stopping as he saw you. "Babe, there you are!" Max came to you, and the man quickly left.

“Who was that man you were talking to?" There's no way in hell you're gonna tell him who that is. "Oh, just a stranger helping me out for the pickles." You smiled as Max looked at you suspiciously. "You sure?" You nodded your head. "Yup, I'm done and hungry. Should I make dinner for tonight?"

Max shook his head no. "Nah, I wanna eat at that new restaurant that opened 2 months ago. Been dying to eat there." A smile was brought back to your face. "Okay, let's get these groceries home first."

You and Max drove home, put the groceries away, and drove to the restaurant. Max had a hand on the small part of your as you walked to the table.

A waiter took your order's and left. "I can't wait to eat here!" Max said again, smiling like a little kid. "Okay son, calm down." You and Max laughed. "Tony called me earlier when we were at the gym and asked if you were down to fight Toni for the belt on Dynamite next week."

You quietly clapped your hands. "Oh my god, yes! I've worked so hard for this and I'll finally get it!" Max watched as you cheered. The happy moment was cut short when a group of teenagers came up to the table. "Excuse me? Can we take a picture with y'all. We're big fans."

You smiled at the group, getting up and fixing your appearance. "Sure, come on babe." Max rolled his eyes that the fans ruined the moment, but took the picture. It was like a dominos effect. One fan came up and now others from the restaurant stopped eating to take a picture.

Some wanted you, others wanted just Max. As Max was taking a picture with a group of girls you looked around the room to catch the familiar eyes of the man. He was already walking towards you with a not so happy look on his face.

You just stood there, not being able to go anywhere. "So you're famous and dating someone? Y'know I was really upset to hear the talk about you dating that dickhead, I'm so much better than him." You scoffed at his cockiness. "Look, do you want a picture because if not you need to leave me alone."

The man smirked creepily. “Oh most definitely!" He called some random person to take the picture. He stood beside you, wrapping his grimy arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. The person snapped multiple pictures, with his hand getting lower and lower down your body.

You uncomfortably backed away. "Alright, that's enough pictures." You awkwardly took a couple of steps back. "Why ya leaving so soon, we were just getting to the good part." You tried walking backwards, but the man grabbed you fast, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

His hand came to your ass, gripping at it and pushing his nose in the nape of your neck. You harshly pushed him away, but his grip was too strong. "Get your hands off my girl!" You jumped back at the sound of Max's angry voice. The man let you go after receiving a punch.

The man flew back, sliding over a table with food on it. Glass shattering could be heard as well as gasps from people around. People pulled their phones out and filmed as Max beat the guy's ass. The manager and workers came up, trying to pull Max off him, but Max was not having it.

The man was struggling to cover his face as Max threw punches. “Max calm down, chill out!” Your words were drowned out by his ears, as he continued to beat the man. “We called the cops!” Someone yelled from behind.

Coincidentally, 2 cops were sitting around the corner so they came to break the fight up. One held back Max while the other arrested the man, who now had a black eye and busted lip. Max was furious, red painting his face, but when he saw you, he broke out the cops arms, and went to you.

“Hey, you okay?” Max asked as you brushed your hand over his cheek. “Yeah I am, but your-” Max cut you off, knowing what you were gonna say. “It’s just a scratch.” The cop interrupted the moment with some questions.

“Some people said it started off because of you ma’am?” You nodded your head, gulping at the memories. “Yes, we went to the gym in the morning and the guy was flirting with me, saying how beautiful I looked and then said if he was my man, he would get me pregnant.”

Max’s eyes almost bugged out his head at the new information. “He what?!” You kept speaking. “Yeah and then I went to the store and he was in the same aisle, trying to get my name and now we’re here.” Max was gripping at his hair, breathing heavily as you told the cop.

“Thank you ma’am we’re gonna lock this guy up. It’s not the first time he’s been arrested for harassment.” The cops walked away, leaving you and Max. “I’m getting tired, can we go home?” Max nodded his head, taking you outside.

You both were met with cameras and paparazzi. “MJF can you tell us what happened in the restaurant?” Usually Max wouldn’t stop to answer the stupid paparazzi, but he needed the world to know what happens when you mess with his girl.

“Yeah that motherfucker was being too touchy with my girl, and I don’t like that so I beat his ass.” Max only answered one question before hurrying you in the car. You both let out a breath of relief.

“Please tell me if someone’s making you feel uncomfortable. I might be an asshole sometimes, but I love you.”You smiled, leaning over to kiss him. “I will, promise.”

You both drove home that night, stress free at the thought of that man being locked up.

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irisintheafterglow · 6 months

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Hii! I saw ur requests were open and I was wondering if I could request gojo x fem!reader where gojo comforts the reader? (They’re bf and gf) Just like this ——> https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNM9STn9/ it seems kind of cute and I always wonder how gojo would comfort the reader like this. I get these random sad episodes where I get sad out of nowhere and most of the time there was no reason why and also sometimes it would make me tear up and blame myself for those episodes cause like why would I get sad when there’s nothing to be sad for, you know? Soo yeahh this is my request… i hope its not much🥹💙

bad days and blanket burritos

cw: mild angst/fluff, established relationship, pet names (baby, love, sweetheart), he just loves you so much :(((

note: HI LOVE !!! omg that video is literally so cute i love it. sending you so much love; it's not your fault that we get sad out of nowhere. it just sucks and i totally get that. hopefully this makes you feel a little better when you feel that way <3

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated!

"baby?"

"here, 'toru," you call from your shared bedroom. you'd been in the same position for hours, curled up on his side with your face on his pillows. his head pokes out from the doorway and you can barely see his eyebrows draw together in hidden concern. "hi, love. how was the mission?" you try to muster the energy to sit up but decide against it when your forehead pounds like you were knocked by an anvil.

"easy there, sweetheart," he whispers, cradling your head while you fall back against the sheets. he crouches by your side, taking your right hand in his left and running his thumb over your knuckles. with his free hand, he undoes the tie of his blindfold and you smile weakly when you meet his eyes. "what's goin' on?"

"i really don't know," you admit quietly, swallowing the emotions welling up in your throat. "i just feel so sad and i can't even rationalize why."

"you don't need to rationalize anything, baby. if you're sad, then you're sad, and that's okay," he reassures you, pressing a light kiss to the back of your hand. "you do, however, look like you need water. when's the last time you ate?"

"i have no idea," you murmur and he nods patiently. without another word, he disappears into your closet and pulls a thick blanket from the top shelf. turning to look at him, you watch as he lays it out on the empty side of the bed, taking great care to make sure it's flat. when he's satisfied, he travels back to your side and gently starts to roll you onto the blanket. "satoru, what are you-"

"shh, just let me take care of you," he insists and you can't help laughing a little as he slowly wraps you in the blanket like a burrito. after you reach the end of the blanket, his arms slide under your legs and back and lift you off the bed like you weigh nothing at all. "you like your little cocoon, baby?"

"sure, 'toru," you reply, fitting your face into the crook of his neck. he walks you to the living room couch and plops you down unceremoniously, adjusting pillows around you so you're at your most comfortable. "what are you doing, love?"

"trying to make you less sad," he replies, shooting you a heart-stopping wink and reappearing from the kitchen with a straw in a glass of water. "now, drink. when you're done, let me know what you want for dinner because i am starving."

"thank you, satoru. you're too good to me on my bad days." he tsks with his tongue and resettles onto the couch with you, draping an arm around your shoulders.

"i'm in love with you, silly. i'm here for the good and the bad, whether you like it or not."

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transcript of the full thread:

"A very long thread: To the League fans, We found out this news along with you on Friday. I see the pain and anger and worry out there, which for the LGBTQIA+ fans of the show is of course compounded by what’s happening across the country right now. #ALeagueOfTheirOwn

So the first and most important thing to say is: Before anything, before you fight for the show or each other, please take care of yourselves. Reach out to your community and ask for help if you need it. You aren’t alone. Please be kind to yourselves.

As I’ve been thinking about what’s happened, I come back to a quote from Penny Marshall’s film: “The hard is what makes it great.” Making this show is so hard and so great. There’s quite a bit to say about what’s been hard, but at this point that’s in the past.

Of course, if we have an avenue to do it well, we will continue the show, and I love seeing the noise you’re making in support of that. The noise matters!

And it’s hard for me to imagine there wouldn’t be a home for a show that thanks to you was in the Nielsen Top 10 for three weeks, was the top show on Amazon for a month and in the top five for six, that was recognized by critics as something special, that’s been recognized…

…with awards from GLAAD, HRC and a million other organizations, that was on a million year-end top ten lists, and that has a built in and deeply passionate audience.

Amazon is pursuing different kinds of programming, but to the rest of the world this show is a hit and has huge value and even greater potential. But first things first, we have to win this strike and get a fair deal before we can explore what comes next.

But for a moment, I want to talk about what happens if the world didn’t quite change quickly enough for you to have all the seasons of this show that we want to give you.

If we don’t find a good path forward, I will still know that League did what it came here to do and, in its own small way, changed the world.

And that’s because of all of you, and the light you continue to shine on the show — How you let it matter to you, how you let it become a mirror, how you let it change you.

I’ve never experienced a response to a show that’s as deep, personal, creative and meaningful as what the fans have done with League. When we were making the season 1, we all wondered and worried about whether people would accept it on its own terms next to the film.

They have, and you did that, and so much more. You lit up the internet on your first watch throughs of the show, when you realized where it was going (and made all of us laugh in the process).

You wrote enough fan fiction for 100 novels and created an outpouring of art and creativity that could fill its own museum — I’ve truly never seen anything like it.

You lifted up a 95 year old who had just come out of the closet and made her into a celebrity who gets recognized wherever she goes. Every time any member of the cast appears at anything, you turn it into a convention.

You stop Abbi wherever she goes, and though I’m a happily inconspicuous person, and you constantly find me and stop me and give me gifts that now have a shelf in my house.

When thousands of you appeared to see D’Arcy at the stage door of The Thanksgiving Play over its run, you turned it into the hottest queer bar in New York. You made Max’s suit and Chante’s beautiful performance into a movement.

A mob of you went to Pittsburgh and saw all of our locations. You dressed as the characters and made our characters into one of the biggest halloween costumes of last year.

You came out, you changed pronouns, you started living more openly, you gave sermons in church about the show, you opened bars, and you got a truly mind boggling number of tattoos that say “to the five” and “rob the bank.” What else am I forgetting? I'm sure you'll remind me.

But most importantly, you made a community, you found each other and found joy, which of course is what the show is about. In many more ways than I would ever have let myself imagine while we were making it, you literally bring the show to life every day.

Thank you for making our work mean something bigger. We’ve heard from so many different kinds of people around the world who are watching League.

But, in a time when all queer people are personally and politically under attack across the country and HRC has declared a “state of emergency,” my biggest fear is that the many queer fans of League will take this reversal as one more invalidation, one more blow, one more…

…effect of the general politicization of our identities. Most of us grew up feeling invisible, and as we gain strength, the predictable backlash forces are trying their hardest to get us to go back underground.

In case anyone needs to hear it: You are not small, niche, modest, off-putting or marginal, and neither are your stories. You are multitudes, you are building, and your stories are universal. You are the most rapidly growing audience and consumer group in this country.

You are powerful. You are the future, and the people who don’t recognize your importance now will feel be clamoring to catch up in a few years. As Chante said so beautifully when we received the Human Right Campaign Visionary award, you are the main characters. Be proud.

Be angry if you that’s how you feel, but know that we are going to win, and don’t ever let this moment or any other make you small. The biggest lesson of the characters in this show is that, in a world that had no space for them at all, they LIVED. (Continued)

They found love, they did the things they loved, they won. You’re doing the same thing, and just like them, you are heroes. We are still fighting for League. But whether we win or lose this one, I’m so proud.

From the time when we began working on the season, Abbi, Deta and I said to each other — Let’s not hold anything back, for as long as we get to be here, let’s do this the right way.

We got so many notes wondering if the exploration of the queer world of the 1940s or Max’s world would be better saved for season 2, if people needed to start somewhere a little more familiar. I’m so glad we didn’t listen, cause now I’m sitting here without any regrets.

And no matter what happens, the people behind League aren’t going anywhere. Give us a minute, we will be back with more for you to watch and read and feel. We’re going to win.

And you’re not going anywhere either, because what you’ve built and what you are is bigger than this show. It’s the story of our community, that comes to us through the hidden history that League shows just one small part of: The bars got raided and shut down.

But the people didn’t go anywhere, and they opened a new bar, and out of those spaces came music, cinema, dance, culture — What we now see as mainstream was birthed from the spaces our predecessors were forced to hide in. They made joy there."

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lau219 · 28 days

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Part 3

Previous part here

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“Is everything ok? You seem like something’s bothering you the last couple of days.”

Y/N looked over her shoulder as she stood in the large supply closet and saw Melissa assessing her with her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Y/N answered her as she retrieved a few boxes of gauze and rubber gloves from the top shelf. As she turned around and made her way to the door, she continued as she and Melissa headed back out into the hallway. “Just feeling a little frazzled.”

“How come? Do you wanna talk about it?” Melissa took a few of the boxes from Y/N’s hands and helped her restock the cabinets as they moved from bay to bay in the ER wing.

“I just haven’t slept very well the last few nights,” Y/N shared. “It’s so hot lately and my AC is still broken. And then, when I was covering for Tammy at the kids’ baseball game a couple nights ago, Emmett had a stick up his butt about something and we got in some pointless argument.”

“Wait a second,” Melissa said as she stopped and turned around to face Y/N. “Emmett? As in your neighbor, Emmett?”

“Yeah,” Y/N replied, looking at her quizzically.

“I didn’t know his kids played on the baseball team,” Melissa said. “If I had known he was gonna be there, I would have volunteered to cover for Tammy. He is so hot!”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at Melissa’s expression.

“Well, after how things went, I would have been happy to let you take my place.”

“That’s easy for you to say. He’s your neighbor; you get to see him all the time.”

Once they’d moved into the next bay that was further away from the nurses’ station, Melissa spoke again, her voice just a little lower.

“One time, when I was working, he came in here with some sort of cut on his side, and he had to take his shirt off so that we could take care of it for him. I swear to God, I have never had such a hard time keeping my hands to myself!”

Y/N laughed again and shook her head.

“You cannot honestly tell me that you don’t think he’s gorgeous,” Melissa countered.

Y/N neither agreed nor disagreed.

“Try having him as your neighbor and then see how you feel. His looks only make up for so much when he’s waking you up at the crack of dawn every weekend with the lawn mower.”

“So you do think he’s hot!” Melissa smiled.

Y/N just rolled her eyes. Of course, despite their rocky relationship, she never failed to internally swoon whenever she saw Emmett, but Melissa didn’t need to know that.

“And isn’t he a mechanic?” Melissa continued, now really just talking to herself. “God, can you imagine what he can do with his hands?”

It was something Y/N had thought about more times than she’d ever admit. But again, something no one else needed to know.

“Ok, that’s enough,” she said as she turned and exited the bay. “I’m worried I’m gonna have to hose you down.”

“Wait, so what were you guys fighting about?” Melissa asked as they returned to the nurses’ station.

“He got all bent out of shape because I bought his kids something to eat at the game,” Y/N explained. “He was running late, and they were hungry.”

“Why would that make him mad?”

“I don’t know, but before I knew it, he was demanding to reimburse me a dollar fifty and accusing me of showing him up in front of his kids, or some nonsense like that. I’ve actually never seen him get that worked up before.”

Melissa raised her eyebrow.

“Maybe he was embarrassed,” she offered. “Men don’t like us to think they need any kind of help or that they aren’t prepared.”

“I bought them a couple of hot dogs; I didn’t donate a kidney,” Y/N replied.

“Doesn’t matter,” Melissa said.

Y/N sighed.

“I was just trying to take care of the boys. But, of course, we just ended up fighting. That’s how it always goes. But this was especially tense.”

Melissa smiled mischievously.

“All I know is that if he was my neighbor,” she said, “I’d do anything I possibly could to get on his good side.”

Y/N just rolled her eyes again.

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That afternoon, Y/N had just placed a vase of fresh flowers on her kitchen island when there was a knock on her front door. She wiped her hands on a dish towel and walked through the kitchen towards her entryway. When she opened the door, she found Henry and Max standing on the welcome mat.

“Hi guys,” she said as she smiled at them. “What are you up to?”

Henry looked a little embarrassed as he spoke.

“Hi, umm...sorry, but we just got home from camp and I don’t have my house key. I think I left it in my pocket in my clothes from yesterday. My dad never gave you a key to our house or anything, did he?”

“Oh,” Y/N replied as her smile faded slightly. “No, he didn’t. Did you call him to see if he can come home quick and let you in?”

Henry blushed.

“I...umm...I left the cell phone he gave me in my pocket, too. It’s not like the phones my friends have – it’s old and I’m only allowed to use it in emergencies, so I don’t always remember it.”

Y/N slowly nodded.

“Well, you can use my phone. Do you wanna call him?”

Henry shifted awkwardly on his feet, and then Max suddenly spoke up.

“Henry doesn’t want to call him because he already forgot the key once last week. He thinks Dad’ll be mad if he has to come home to let us in the house again.”

Y/N tried not to smile in amusement at the pride on Max’s face from telling on Henry, or the glare Henry shot Max for ratting him out.

“Well,” Y/N began. “How about this? Why don’t you guys camp out here until your dad gets home? You can leave your stuff here while you play outside, or you’re welcome to hang out in the living room and watch TV.”

“Really?” Henry looked at her with appreciative relief.

“Yeah, but let’s leave your dad a note on the door so that he knows where you are when he gets home.”

Henry nodded.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he smiled.

After taping a note to their front door, the boys came back and spilled their stuff on the floor of the living room. They then proceeded to make themselves comfortable on the couch, watching a movie while Y/N went about her afternoon, occasionally checking on them. She’d made them a snack when they’d first arrived, but when 5:30 p.m. rolled around and Emmett still wasn’t home, she checked in with Henry.

“What time does your dad usually get home?” she asked him.

“Usually by now, but he’s had to work late a lot the last few weeks.”

“What do you do for dinner when that happens?”

“We have stuff at home that I can make, or he brings something with him when he comes home. He calls me on the cell phone to tell me what we should do.”

As soon as he said that, the color drained from Henry’s face as he realized that Emmett may have been trying to call him on the phone he’d forgotten. He looked at Y/N helplessly.

“It’s ok,” she shook her head to encourage him not to worry. “You can call him right now using my phone.”

“Could...could you do it?” Henry asked. “I don’t want him to be mad at me. I mean, he never gets mad, really, but I already forgot once last week and...” he trailed off.

The thought of calling Emmett suddenly had Y/N as uneasy as Henry looked. Not only had she and Emmett never talked on the phone before, but they hadn’t spoken to each other since the baseball game. It would be so odd to call him. But how could she say no to Henry?

“Sure, don’t worry; I’ll call him. Do you have his number memorized, or should I call the shop?”

Fortunately, Henry knew Emmett’s number, and he wrote it down for Y/N before returning to the living room. The piece of paper in one hand and her phone in the other, Y/N dialed the number and waited for the ring tone, her heart pounding. Why was she so nervous?

After a couple of rings, Emmett picked up the call.

“Hello?” she heard his voice on the other end of the line.

She cleared her throat.

“Emmett? Hi, it’s...it’s Y/N.”

Clearly taken aback, he paused a beat before speaking.

“Oh, uhh...”

“Um, I just wanted to let you know that the boys are over here at my house. Henry forgot his house key and the cell phone, and so I told them they could hang out here until you get home. He didn’t want you to get upset with him, but he was afraid you might have been trying to call him to tell him when you’d be home.”

“Uh, I was just about to call him, actually,” Emmett replied, still sounding a bit taken aback.

“Oh, ok, well, when do you think you’ll be home?” Y/N asked him. “I can make them some dinner if you’ll still be a while. Henry said you’ve been having to work late recently.”

As soon as she said that, she regretted it. She worried it would trigger the same reaction he had the other day at the baseball game – that he’d think she was trying to show him up. But to her relief, his tone was calm as he answered her.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll be home in about 30 minutes. I’ll bring something with me; you don’t have to make them anything.”

“Are you sure?” she asked him. “I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be a half hour.”

“Ok,” Y/N replied. Then she lowered her voice slightly so that the boys wouldn’t hear her. “Henry feels really bad because this already happened once before. Don’t be too upset with him, ok? It was an honest mistake, and they’ve both been angels the whole time they’ve been here.”

“Ok...yeah,” Emmett answered her. There was a brief silence before he spoke once more. “Thanks. I’ll be there soon.”

“Ok,” she replied. “Umm...bye.”

Then she ended the call and set the phone down on the counter, letting out a deep breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

Part 4

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Frog Cookies

Summary: You came back to the tower drunk after going on a party together with Kate and Peter. Now Loki has to take care of a drunk little one.

Pairing: daddy!Loki x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, everyone in this fic is off age (like always), reader is drunk (obviously), fluff

A/n: I had this prompt stuck in my head for days and couldn't sleep now without posting it first 😭

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You had to suppress a laugh when Kate tripped yet again over her own feet. Peter tried to catch her but both ended up on the floor.

"Shhh! Or Steeb will give us a lecture! Again." you whisper-yelled at the two and tried to help them up and were laying a second later with them on the floor giggling like maniacs.

You three gasped when the light was turned on in the hall of the bedrooms, looking up to see Clint, Tony, and Loki.

"Maybe if we don't move they won't see us" Peter whispered.

"Next time we go with them," Tony said loud enough for only the other two caregivers to hear who nodded in agreement. "Oh, what's that over there? Is that a puppy?" he fake gasped.

Just like Tony thought, you all looked in the direction he pointed at, expecting to see the puppy and pout when there wasn't one.

"You moved, so we saw you. It's time for bed you three" Clint said and went to pick up Kate, Tony did the same with Peter.

You squeaked when Loki picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, starting to walk back to your shared room. You waved one last time to your little friends who were also being carried away to their rooms.

You gasped. "Daddy, did ya know that *hic* uncle Steeb and uncle bonky are secretly dating?"

"It's not really a secret with how obvious they both are with it," he said matter of factly.

You continued to ask or say random facts until Loki placed you down on the bed. You instantly whined and made grabby hands for him, your littlespace kicking in even more now.

"I'm just going to get you some comfortable clothes, darling," he said but you only whined louder in response, already close to tears. "Alright! Alright."

He picked you back up and went over to your walk-in closet with you wrapped around him like a koala and was about to grab one of your jammies but you whined again, pointing at one of your daddy's shirts.

Loki smiled and took the shirt off its hanger, walking back to your bed and laying you down on it which makes you grumble in response.

You want to cuddle with daddy!

"I know, daddy is so mean isn't he?" he asked and tried not to chuckle at your little pout, knowing you're very sensitive in your current drunk state.

He made a quick process of changing you into his shirt and a pull-up, with how much you certainly have drunk you definitely need one that night.

"Now, let's get you tucked in," he said, kissing your cheek before helping you to lay on your side of the bed and handing you your stuffie.

"Ouu, can I- *hic* have cookieeeees? Ya know da frog ones Auntie Wanda gave us!" you asked with puppy-dog eyes and Loki raised a brow at you. "Pweeease daddy! You gets a kiss in return"

"Fine," he sighed and you squealed with excitement. "But only one, and then it's time for you to rest."

"Thwee."

"One."

"Two?"

"One and I'll tell you a story as well" he offered and Loki chuckled a little when you whispered to your stuffie.

"Deal!" you nod and watched him walk over to the shelf where he had all kinds of candy that you sadly can't reach because it was too high up.

He handed you the cookie and slipped under the covers next to you, watching you enjoy your sweet treat.

After practically inhaling that delicious cookie you turned to Loki to give him a sloppy kiss.

"Wuv you, daddy" you smiled and moved to lay on top of him with your head resting on his chest.

"I love you more, little one" he whispered and wrapped his arms around you, starting to tell a story from his childhood and you were out like a light in seconds.

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Imagine saying goodbye to Wakanda and leaving with Namor for Talokan

You were in your room packing a small bag of your most cherished possessions. There was probably no need to take your entire room with where you were going. You heard a pair of footsteps approaching your door and a few minutes later someone knocked on it three times.

“Its open” You called out

The door opened revealing and Shuri walked in with a grim look on her face. You dropped the folded up shirt on the bed, and turned around with your arms open without a shirt. Immediately Shuri walked into your embrace wrapping her arms around your neck.

“Please don’t go sister” she pleaded.

“I don’t want to but there’s no other choice” You said.

Shuri pulled back to look you in the eyes. “We can find another way all we need is a little more time.”

“Unfortunately that’s the one thing we don’t have” You whispered with a humorless chuckle. You brought a hand up to wipe away a single tear that escaped from her eyes. “Now don’t do that, this isn’t forever. I’m going to come back home one day.”

“How will that work exactly? Will you spend the three months up here consecutively or will they be spread out?” She asked in a dry tone in her voice.

“I don’t really know yet, but I guess that’s something I’ll have to figure out.”

“This isn’t fair we lost brother and now you’re being forced to leave. This wouldn’t be happening if I had recreated the heart-shaped herb by now.”

“Hey don’t do that this isn’t on anyone but-

“Your future husband,” Shuri said, cutting you off with a glare.

That was the one topic you were hoping wouldn’t be brought into the conservation. You had hoped you’d be able to pretend this was like some messed up mission. Where you were going to Talokan as some liaison or something to build a relationship between them and your nation. But no, here it was the truth: you were going to marry a man you barely knew, and go live in an underwater empire. In order to prevent a war, save a young girl’s life, and convince Wakanda to protect the secret of Talokan’s existence.

“It might take time but maybe I can truly learn to love him. He’s not all bad you know he took you to his home. Shuri you saw what he has to protect” You insisted.

“Yeah and I understand that but can’t he do it without taking you away from us” she replied.

“It was my choice to say yes.”

“It's not like he gave you a lot more options.”

You let out a sigh and pulled her back into the hug burying your face into her shoulder. It didn’t matter what you said there would be no convincing anyone close to you. That this was somehow not basically Namor forcing you into marriage with him. Then again maybe you were trying to convince yourself rather than them to make it easier.

“Come on, you can help pick out all the good stuff from my closet.” You told her breaking free from the hug to head over to the giant walk-in closet

“Oh you know I’m going to give you all the bad options right so I just take the rest for myself once you’re gone” Shuri said with a smirk. You laughed, “I expect nothing less from my little sister.” It was nice to be able to have at least one light-hearted moment with her before leaving.

You and Shuri spent the next hour or so raiding your closet with the occasional argument breaking out over a clothing item. When you would catch her trying to hide something behind her back from your view. In the end she played it's going to be the last thing I have to remember you by card. You reminded yourself you weren’t dying, and made it clear your room better remain untouched for when you return. Eventually the two of you stumbled upon an old photo album on the top shelf, and that’s how Queen Romanda found her two daughters. Both of you were cuddled up against each other on the floor at the foot of your bed with a photo album in both of your laps. As you flip through it, stopping every now and then to reminisce about the funniest and best moments of your childhood.

“Well at least I get to have one more good memory of my daughters together before you leave.” She said alerting both of you to her presence. She took a seat on the bed beside you and reached down to make a mess of your hair.

“You two do know I’m not dying right?” You asked.

“My child you’re lucky I’m letting you carry out this ridiculous mission” Queen Romanda said.

“I guess this means the Council didn’t have a better idea” You said.

She shook her head. “The only thing they could think of was offering up Riri instead.”

You frowned. “That was never an option.”

“I know my child I just wish you would’ve came to me when Namor made his offer”

“Mom you would’ve sent me off to some discreet location with Ayo or something” You told her.

Your mother let out a sigh not denying the accusation.

You felt Shuri squirming against you and turned to see what was wrong. She was digging something out of her pocket. It was a small black box.

“I made you something to take down there with you,” She said, opening the box. On the inside was a simple black ring band obviously made out of vibranium. “I know he’s going to be worried about you having your kimoyo beads on, and any other of our technology. The design is simple enough it shouldn’t attract any attention, and if it helps I made him a matching one.” On her other hand was a similar black box that must hold a bigger ring for Namor.

“There isn’t like a secret feature in there that’s going to let you shock him from up here whenever you want right?” You asked. Instead of just giving you a straight answer Shuri shrugged her shoulders. You took the ring out of the box and slipped it on your finger. It was the perfect fit and she was right about it not standing out. You stuffed the other box in your pocket.

Shuri leaned forward to place a quick kiss to your forehead before getting up to leave. “I’m going to let mother have some alone time with you now. Don’t worry all of us will be escorting you to the beach before dawn.”

You turned too lookout at the sky. It was still dark out but there was a hint of darker blue mixing in with the darkness. In just a couple more hours it would be time for your departure.

“Come up here y/n” Queen Romanda said softly. You obeyed, pulling yourself up onto the bed. She wasted no time wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer. “If you truly don’t want to do this just say the word, and we will find another way.”

“Mom, he nearly killed you. If Wakanda goes to war with Talokan, I might not be able to save you or protect everyone else. At least with this way no one has to die or get hurt.” You told her.

She pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Why didn’t you tell me about your gifts before all of this happened?”

You didn’t answer right away trying to find the reason exactly why you hid your powers from your mother. In the beginning it was purely out of fear the power came out of nowhere and it was so destructive. You didn’t know if the powers were a gift or a curse, so you sought out T’Challa’s aid first. Knowing he would do everything in his power to help you learn how to master the abilities, and if you couldn’t do it. He would help you come up with a way to suppress them so you wouldn’t be a danger to anyone or yourself. After you learned control there really wasn’t anything stopping you from revealing the truth to the rest of your loved ones. So why did you hide them? “I didn’t know what these powers meant or where they came from? I still don’t know till this day I was worried about what the Council would think. They tend to be very superstitious about these types of things. I was afraid it would change things for me” You finally answered after giving it some thought.

“Oh my child I would let this kingdom burn before I let anything happen to you. I can’t-” she paused to correct herself. “I won’t lose another child and I need you to know that if Namor is playing some angle. I will come for you.” You simply nodded and rested your head on her chest. Queen Romanda wrapped her other arm around your body, and that was how the two of them stayed for the rest of the night. When it was just an hour out from dawn you snuck out from the palace to the jets. It didn’t surprise you that both Okoye and Nakia were waiting. Of course you weren’t going to get anything past them.

“So what then no proper goodbye for your family?” Nakia asked with a raised eyebrow.

“We both know if I let them come they're going to try and stop me” You replied.

“And how do you know we’re not going to try and stop you?” Okoye shot back.

“Because both of us understand why I have to do this better than anyone. Y’all know there is no other way out of this without a war” You said adjusting your bag on your shoulder. You hoped you were right and this wasn’t about to turn into a fight to escape Wakanda.

Okoye and Nakia exchanged a look then motioned for you to follow them onto the jet which you did. The trip to the beach was made in silence. When the jet landed there was still ten minutes to spare which you spent with them. “Take care of my mother and Shuri? You said.

“You know I’m going to general or not I will always be loyal to your family” Okoye reassured you.

“Y/N when you do return make sure you find the time to stop by in Haiti” Nakia stated.

“You’re not staying in Wakanda?” It was more of a statement than a question.

She shook her head “make sure you come visit me.”

You nodded.

Okoye made a gesture over your shoulder and you took a quick glance to see Namor hovering over the water, eyes focused on you. It was time.

“Well I guess this is it.” You dug out five envelopes from your bag each of them had a letter encased on the inside. You held them out and Okoye gently took them from your hand. “There wasn’t enough time for me to say everything I wanted to, so I put it on paper. Make sure everyone gets them.”

Okoye gave you a nod and both her and Nakia embraced you before watching you depart to the beach. Namor flew down to the ground to meet you with an unreadable expression.

“You thought I was going to back out” You accused.

He shook his head. “I thought your country would put up more of a fight, especially with them.” He nodded to where Okoye and Nakia were standing.

“Trust me they don’t like this anymore than my mother does, but they trust me and I’m trusting you. Don’t betray that Namor” You told him.

“Of course mi amour let’s go, your new home awaits” Namor replied, holding out his hand. You took it, letting you pull it to his chest. Once his arms were secured around your waist his wings started fluttering and his body rose in the air. In a blink of an eye he disappeared into the ocean.

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bully; suna rintarou

pairings: suna x fem!reader

finding the two of you in another tight situation, suna finally gets the answer he’d been waiting for. but he quickly fumbles when he forgets to formally ask you to be his girlfriend.

warnings: i mean they make out? it gets a little steamy but nothing too crazyy, light cursing, confessions, LAST PART!!

i took over a year off and cut you bitches some slack

tell a friend to tell a friend

SHES BAAAACK

thank you for reading!! reblogs help!!

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"so," he began, wandering hands creeping along your sides, "ever heard of deja vu?" he asked lowly, earning a sharp glare from you.

the two of you found yourselves in yet another closed space, the club room's closet for imagination.

"can you shut up?" you whispered harshly. pulling him away from the door, you sent him flying toward the equipment in the back. of course, he didn't make it that far but he loved to see you try. pressing your ear against the door you tried to catch onto the conversation outside.

before being cooped up in the closet, suna decided it was a good time to collect his daily dose of you. he'd come into the clubroom, once again teasing you as per usual with his eyes on your lips unabashedly. he knocked over pens, sneering as you narrowed your eyes at him but still picked them up. and he followed your gaze as you stood up, sending warmth throughout your body. but you were quick to forget that as he was swiftly moving on to the next thing to meddle with.

he bounced from corner to corner with you, trailing behind to keep him from messing up the room you'd just organized. he didn't stop until you had him cornered, only for him to make some snarky comment. something along the lines of "did i ever tell you i like dominant girls?" but you weren't listening.

quickly, he once again had you roped into his arms, a place you found was very warm and comforting. turning the tables on you, he had you pinned to the very closet you two hid in. with his lips alone, he was able to make you melt in the simplest of ways and as much you deny it, he was prying his way to your heart. he always saw you, literally and metaphorically. he felt you like no one. you could say you're addicted to him, but that would be admitting too much for your likes.

a calloused hand held onto your face as he kissed you sensually. the other hand traveled down your back trying to sneakily cop a feel, but you were a step ahead as you grabbed a hold of his wrist before he moved any further. as expected, he was smiling into that kiss, pressing even harder into you after the fact.

but hearing the coaches just outside the door sent you into a panic. you were too close to pretend you were doing nothing, too close to get away from each other, and frankly, you didn't think you could stop now. so opening the door behind you, you both fell in closing the door behind you.

"their conversation can't stop us from continuing you know?" he whispered, softly leaning on a shelf. "can't we keep it going in here?" a frown grew on his face as you continued to ignore him, clearly invested in the conversation outside. little did he know, you were waiting until they left so you could continue without any fear.

just as you heard the two outside leaving the room, you felt something soft bounce off the top of your head landing at your feet. you turned around to see him, a pack of cotton balls in his hands as he froze. a smirk grew on his face as you finally looked his way. "oho~ what? did they finally leave?" he asked with his lips curled into a smug grin.

you huffed, ears burning as you stomped towards him. you couldn't believe you were the one doing this, you'd never been the one to initiate it, but feeling his gaze on you made you want to prove yourself even more. "just...kiss me already," you stared at him through half-lidded eyes as you grabbed a fist-full of his practice jersey. "that's what you wanted, right?"

you wondered why he stood there, staring down at you. you thought that maybe showing a new side of you would end up like that, usually by now he'd be all over you. but he simply leaned his head to the side, leering down at you. "is that not what you want too?" he asked. "don't you want to kiss me too?"

frozen, your hand slowly loosened its grasp on him. he wasn't smiling anymore, instead he was imagining the gears in your brain turning and twisting to think of an answer. and when you didn't give him one, he began to feel a tickling sensation at his heart, the organ dropping to his stomach as the two of you sat on in silence.

"don't you like kissing me too? i mean, we're together every passing period, (y/n). after everything we've done, don't we both like—this?" he gestured between the two of you, eyes scanning the expression on your face. "don't you like me too?" he whispered.

as much as he was right, you couldn't help but look away, face flushing at the thought of it. after the last time, he led you into the locker room, it set off a fire in both of your cores. suddenly one peck wasn't enough, one little kiss wasn't cutting it for the two of you. soon the two of you were sneaking away just to have each other, pulling each other off to the sides just to "chat."

even on the weekends when atsumu and osamu would bring him along to laze around your home, he was sneaking away to spend some time with you. he'd spend the few minutes he had cuddling in your bed, kissing your lips and face all over but not without a few teasing comments here and there. your time together never lasted long though, as you were always pushing him away before the twins noticed he was gone longer than a bathroom break should take.

not to mention you weren't as pissy as you usually were when the twins stopped by toting suna around with them. during those times, you were able to get a glimpse of what it would be like to date suna, a peek at what being suna rintarou's girlfriend would be like. and you had to admit every aspect of it was everything you could ever ask for.

he was surprisingly sweet and gentle with you, treating you like a princess. most of the time he was content with just having you in his arms, it didn't matter if you kissed or not. but his snarky nature never left, he still found the energy to tease you, now in newer more touchy ways. he framed his words perfectly, always getting his point across the first time around. when his lips met yours time and time again and his sweet words would meet your ears, he made sure his intentions with you were crystal clear, clearer than a diamond.

you wondered if your friends noticed just how much time you were spending away if they noticed you were always missing during passing periods and sometimes at lunch, and if they could see how much happier you were and how your eyes sparkled at the mention of suna. contrary to the look of absolute distaste anytime suna's name was mentioned just months before, you believed there had to be some type of change. most importantly, you wondered if atsumu noticed the change. you wondered if he noticed that you stopped walking home with him and osamu so often since he would already have swept you away, a sneaky hand intertwining with yours. and finally that made you come back to your senses.

"t-think about atsumu, suna. the team too, they'll think of me as the girl who joined just to get around. and if it's even true that atsumu likes me..." you stared into his eyes, detecting the confusion in them. "...i don't want to hurt what we have," you voiced to him, truly you were scared that not just atsumu would see you two, but you can feel something hanging in your heart, something heavy and desperately trying to pry itself free.

he threw his eyebrows up as he stood up straight, "think about atsumu?" he repeated, his voice condensed. "(y/n), think about me— think about us, who gives a shit about what they think?" he began, a hand pressing against his chest. "i know you care for him, i do too, but you and i— isn't there something here?" his voice cracked, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

you stare into the space, now suddenly unable to meet his eyes. your lips were trembling to say more, say something. you know what you feel, you know what you want to say to him but you can't force the words to the surface. so instead you sat in silence, his eyes staring holes into your face as you tried to gather your words.

flashes of what you see when you're with him pass through your mind. his rare smile that somehow only you get to see, that chuckle you can't help but get butterflies every time you hear, the hums of satisfaction that come from the both of you as he snuggles up close to you with his strong arms around you. there's only one reason why your heart beats so fast when you're around him, why your core warms when he hugs you, and why your eyes sparkle when you look at him.

you never thought this would be the way you would tell him though.

every time you imagined telling him how you feel, you imagined something sweet and romantic, like on your doorstep as you both say bye, or at one of his games. you imagined yourself running to him, after a successful game and kissing the life out of him, just to part and blurt out how much you were falling for him.

"(y/n)," he calls, his hands reaching for you, needy fingers crawling along your waist. he was grabbing at your jacket, a customized manager jacket the third years had gifted you with your last name on the back. oh, how he fantasized that it was his name across your back instead. but as his hands pull you in close, his head drops down to look at you. "aren't we something?" he's looking nowhere but you.

that catches your attention as you're immediately looking up at him. your greeted with his hooded hazel eyes, staring lazily into yours. he's not glancing but head-on staring at your lips, watching as you bite the insides on them before he's back at your eyes. but you're guilty of it too, your eyes glancing down to his lips every so often. you know how they feel, how soft he always feels against your lips, and how much you'd give to feel him again.

"we..." you begin, your heart filling with adoration just staring into his eyes. "if i kiss you right now, would you return it?" as those soft words leave your lips and fall onto his open ears, his lips curl into a grin.

his hands pull you in closer as if you weren't already close. "i don't know, you just might have to find ou—," he can't finish his sentence because you're already smashing your lips on his. it stuns him for just a second before he's moving along with you, an arm wrapping around your body.

you're sweet on his lips, that sugary taste of your chapstick rubbing off on his tongue. he's addicted, craving for more of your sweet, sweet taste as he presses further into you. hearing your gasps, he breaks away, for just a second his lips meeting your cheeks, your chin, all the way down your neck. and that's when you say it, those three words he's always dreamt of you uttering.

it makes him stop in his tracks, his hands tightening around your frame. "...what?" he asks, the softness of his own voice startling him. he looks for your eyes, only to find them mirroring his signature lazy look.

your hands meet his cheeks, your thumbs circling shapes on his skin before you're smiling toward him. "i’m not going to pretend anymore, rin, and i never should’ve pretended in the first place, but,” you peck his lips, giggling when he follows your fleeting presence. "i like you so much."

he stares, heart thumping louder than before, cheeks as red as a fire truck, and core as warm as the sun. he's gonna pass out from happiness at this point, and in this moment you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. even with the horrible lighting and lack thereof, he thinks you look absolutely breathtaking. he never thought he could fall any deeper in love with you, but hearing you utter his nickname, telling him you love him, he might just have to go back to the drawing board on that theory. "you like me..."

you're nodding, your hands pulling him to hover over your lips, "i like you..."

in a split second, he's pressing back into you, continuing what you started. "i love you more," he's whispering against your lips, keeping a firm grip on your waist. this time you let his hands travel further, a sneaking hand meeting the sides of your butt, the other pressing against the small of your back. he's different somehow, more needy and demanding with his hands.

but you don't get to see this side of him for long before the two of you hear a distant,

"hey, where's suna?"

—

you're rushing again, like every morning before school.

you didn't decide to get up and get ready for school until you absolutely had to. and every time you spent your mornings repeatedly pressing snooze just to get a few more minutes of sleep, you regretted it every single time. although this morning it seems you have more done than usual and a lot more time than you thought.

your book bag is ready to go, surprisingly your phone is fully charged, and your mom had whipped up something quick for you to eat. usually, you'd just grab a bowl of cereal or a bagel and some fruit for your breakfast, just something light and simple, so thank goodness your mom had work as well. though she had already left, taking your younger siblings to school.

on the way downstairs, you're fumbling with the tie on your uniform, the one step you usually got atsumu or osamu to do. but today, something made you want to learn how to do it yourself. but that whim falls short as you can see atsumu and osamu walking up to your house through the glass panes. your eyes quickly find the analog clock that sits above the front door. they're early, way too early.

and of course, guess who's towing around with them. you can see him look up at your house, possibly looking up at your room, and for the millionth time, you feel butterflies.

but instead of dwelling on suna any longer, you swing the door open before they reach it, meeting atsumu's surprised eyes. not long after he's smiling your way, clearly tickled by you. "looks like you were waiting for us, hm?" he mused, catching his balance on your porch.

"you're early today," you replied, watching as he just shrugged pointing to suna who trailed behind the two twins.

"someone wanted to tag along," he quipped, walking towards you with his hands shoved in his pockets. his twin and suna crowded around your door. osamu muttering a good morning to you, while suna just stared on. not at you, but out into the neighborhood, at the house next door, you presumed.

sighing, you moved aside so they could come inside. "get in, i'll be down in a bit."

with that they shuffled into your house, their tall frames somehow making the spacious entryway look small. the three resumed their spots on the couch while you hurried up the stairs. you looked down at them from the railing, eyes immediately going towards suna.

he watched as the twins made themselves comfortable on your couch, pulling out their phones and scrolling through the apps. and before you could realize since your eyes were trained on his fluffy hair, he was looking up at you. you flinch away, tearing your gaze away to the door of your room. but you had a feeling about what was coming next, he'd be up here soon and you knew it.

so instead you tried to make yourself busy with this tie. you tried going underneath and through, even the bunny loop and pull, but nothing was working. you were planning on scrapping the whole thing and just leaving the tie lesson for another day, but you didn't like the sound of giving up that easily. so instead you reach for your phone, typing up an easy tutorial on how to tie a tie.

about halfway through the tutorial you finally begin to grasp the concept, actually finding it a bit easier than you were making it. so pausing the video, you decide to try for yourself. that is until you feel something pull the piece of fabric away from your hands and neck. quickly turning around, suna has your tie in between his fingers, his lips curl into a grin as he bounces it between his hands. "after all these years of wearing a uniform, you don't know how to tie a tie?" he jeered.

despite your butterflies coming back to plague you, your annoyance overpowers them at the moment as he plays with your tie. "suna, give me back my tie." you demand, as calm as you can be.

"hmm...you're gonna have to fight me for it," he shrugs before twirling the end around his fingers and bounding it up.

"you're gonna wrinkle it!" you reached for it, but he quickly moves it above his head, softly grinning as you huff at him. "not so fast there, just let me help you." his eyes follow you as you lunge at him once, but he moves the tie backward making you end up just a little closer to him. thankfully, your hands reach out for his arm to steady yourself before you completely fall on top of him.

regaining your balance(with his help), you reach for it one more time. "just give it back, suna, i can tie my own tie." you call, to which he shakes his head as he moves farther into your room, holding your tie even higher than before.

he's dragging you with, finding himself pushing against your clothes rack one more time. look at your arm that's outstretched for this red tie, he grabs that instead, his hand still holding onto the tie. "i'm finding that hard to believe..." he whispered, holding a finger to his lips. "shh, you don't want them to hear us, do you?”

those hazel eyes of his are taunting you once more, basically laughing in your face without even pulling a smile. but somehow, the butterflies are still there. they're swarming in your stomach once you realize how close you are to him. you huff, trying to play off how warm your body is getting just looking into his eyes. "suna, let go of me," your voice is quieter this time, considering his words, but it still has that indignant edge laced into it. you let go of his arm before you try to back away from him, but he's pulling you right back in.

this time, you're hands are splayed on his thighs, your body slotting between his legs so you have room to stand. "just let me do your tie for you," he asked, eyes pleading to do it. you can feel your heart beating like crazy, the sound so loud you can hear it ringing in your ears. you're scared he can hear it, that he can feel your heartbeat permeating throughout your body.

so instead of fighting him anymore, you comply with his wishes, letting him begin his work on your tie. "pay attention, i'm only doing this once, alright?" he asked, his eyes glancing up at yours, taking just one quick peek at your pouty lips. so, reluctantly, you're watching what he's doing, watching the steps he's going through. he goes a bit fast and the tie looping around is a little confusing, but you seem to catch on just fine. he smoothes out your collar and your blazer as well as your tie.

when he's done, he presses a kiss to your forehead leaving you looking up at him surprised. he smiles your way, before he's standing up from leaning on your clothes rack, his hands meeting your waist to slightly move you to the side. "come on they're probably waiting for us," he walks towards the side of your bed, picking up your book bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

but you can't let him leave like this, not when he's got to be the one to take care of you. "wait, rin," he stops immediately hearing that nickname fall from your lips. his hair disheveled, almost like he didn't comb it this morning. "what's going on with your hair today?" you ask, as he bends down for you to fix it.

"i didn't have any time to do anything to it, the twins were gonna leave me," he found himself leaning towards your touch, finding your fingers combing through his hair a lot more therapeutic than ever. "and i wanted to see you, so..." he trailed off, making your hands stop for a moment. he tilted his head up, eyes meeting yours.

your cheeks had riled themselves up again, burning even more than before as he was smiling at you. so you push his face away before going to grab your backpack from him. "can you just give me my bag?" you try to avoid his gaze, outstretching your hand for him to hand it to you.

but he just holds onto the strap harder turning away from your hand, "no, i'm your boyfriend, right? so as your boyfriend, i want to carry your things." he adjusted the bag, seemingly a little lighter than he expected.

you pause physically and mentally, your mind stuck on one word. maybe it was the way he said it so nonchalantly, not a single sign of a stutter or hesitation laced his voice that made you so shocked. "my boyfriend?" you repeated to which he nodded.

"well yeah, i mean, you remember yesterday...right?" there it was, that embarrassment you were looking for earlier. he looked away, cheeks growing red as he reached a hand up to ruffle his freshly combed hair.

you reach for his hand, taking it away from his hair. "you haven't even asked me properly..." you squinted, eyebrows curving upwards and your mouth curving into a frown.

he can see the disappointment forming on your face, and his stomach begins to churn with guilt. "since we already know how we both feel, we could just...skip that part," he shrugged, watching as your face only scrunched up even more, leading you to shake your head no.

"skip it?" he's making it worse, so much worse. you're looking at him as if he was breaking up with you, a thing he couldn't even imagine doing.

"no, i don't mean it like that—," he begins but the two of you hear atsumu calling for you downstairs.

"(y/n), we're about to leave you with your best friend suna!" he called, snickering as you could hear his footsteps towards the front door.

turning towards suna, you're grabbing your backpack from his shoulder and turning on your heel to leave. but he's quick to grab your arm, like many times before, he's turning you to look at him. "will you be my girlfriend (y/n)?" he asks quickly, "and...i," he hesitates, searching your eyes for any hint of approval, but he can't find any.

so instead, he lets go, watching as you walk out the door and towards the two twins downstairs.

"and...i love you, shit, why can't i say it to her now?"

"was that our first fight as a couple?"

the entire walk to school, you ignored him. ultimately you left him with osamu to walk in the front with atsumu, making the boy fume with jealousy. he thought he had nothing to fear now that he knew how you felt about him, but seeing you chat so freely with atsumu, he had another thing coming.

he knew your temper very well, and he knew just what to do to run your patience short, but this was something different. he doesn't understand what made you so mad this time. obviously, it was him, but what did he do to make you this mad? what did he do to make you so mad that you're laughing at atsumu's jokes in front of him?

he just had to keep reminding himself that he's the guy you've kissed, cuddled, and even told you like him. not much can change in a day, right? right?

he's not sure now. it's been a few hours and you're still actively avoiding him. during the classes the two of you have with each other, you didn't look his way not once. instead, you made yourself busy with the people around you, engaging in conversation with everyone but him.

even during passing periods, he can't find you to talk about things. but throughout the periods, he either saw you with your little group of friends or with atsumu trailing next to you. not only did it make him a little jealous, but he was beginning to miss you.

he missed your agitated tone scolding him, your lips pouting in such a cute manner, and even the way you'd glare in his direction when he was caught staring at you. he just missed your overall presence. yes, you were still here, but you weren't giving him any sort of attention.

so seeing as you weren't going to talk to him, it's about time he started talking to other people.

"ojiro," he calls to his upperclassmen sitting next to him. he hums before looking up at him, stopping his chopsticks from picking up more food. he looks around first, searching for the girl in question, "i was watching this...show, and it's about this girl and this guy." he explains slowly, making ojiro raise an eyebrow at him.

but suna continues even as ojiro takes a long sip from his drink. "and they both like each other, so the guy thinks that since they like each other, they're basically dating," he huffs suddenly getting embarrassed recalling the conversation in his head. "but the girl...she doesn't think so."

as he finishes, he waits for ojiro to put his drink down. when he's done his eyes never once leave suna's, somehow making the boy nervous for his answer. "is this about you?" he asked.

immediately suna is shaking his head no. "no, no! it's NOT, about me. just answer this," he cleared his throat trying to regain his posture. "if they already told each other they like each other, aren't they together already?"

"well if neither of them asked, then no. she can't be your girlfriend if you never asked her to be your girlfriend," he answered, still making it seem like this story was about suna.

"alright thanks, and it's not about me, it's a TV show," he angrily picked up his chopsticks, "and don't tell anyone i said this."

they continue eating in silence, ojiro shrugged as he also picked up his chopsticks as well.

"then what's the show called?"

"i don't remember."

—

"wait one second, someone's at the door," you excused yourself from the couch you and your friends lounged on. so far, without suna or atsumu around you had a lot more time to spend with your other friends.

a few days have passed and there's still no sign of suna anywhere. the two of you hadn't talked since he walked you to school with the twins. and that was on tuesday, it's saturday now.

sometimes you wondered if you were being a little hard on him, the look in his eyes when he asked you to be his girlfriend stuck in your brain. it was rushed, almost like he was panicking. in the moment you were a little annoyed with him, not mad or upset, just irritated. but those feelings have long passed, and you wished you had just said yes then.

to admit it, you missed him. like a lot. usually, on days like this, it'd be him, atsumu, and osamu coming over to hang around your house and watch volleyball. but seeing your other friends on the couch where those three used to sit, kind of made you feel weird.

you shake it off though, hearing the person behind the door ring the bell again. as you open the door, you're met with a giant bouquet of roses, the fragrance hitting you all at once. but seeing as the bouquet is so big, you can't see the holder's face. "um...hello?" you asked, slowly inching to close the door again.

"(y/n)?" he peeks from behind the roses, revealing his tidy new hairstyle and the corduroy jacket that clung to his body. he'd somehow got his hair to slick back, revealing his forehead. "(y/n), i—," before he said anything else, you quickly pushed him back onto your porch and rushed out there with him.

you hurry to shut the door before your friends realize he's here. "what are you doing here?" you frantically ask him.

"well, i was just about to ask you out," he replied with a little bit of a sarcastic tone on his tongue. "who's in there?" he asked, to which you peeked at the windows behind you, praying they weren't secretly eavesdropping on your conversation.

"my friends are over, this is the only saturday i'm not busy so," you shrugged, crossing your arms, you look back at him, finally taking in the full fit. he came decked out in a dressy white t-shirt with a tan corduroy jacket on top, complete with some black jeans and new balance tennis shoes. you couldn't help but think he looked adorable. "what is this?" your eyes trace his new look, lingering on the bouquet that was just in your face.

he watched over you, seeing the smile you were fighting back. even with your red pajama pants with tiny dogs scattered all over them, he still found you to be the most breathtaking person on the planet. "supposed to be my way of properly asking you to be my girlfriend," and there it was, that smile he was waiting for. he reached for your hand pulling you in close as he intertwined your fingers. "you know thinking about you is my favorite past-time, and these past few days all i could think about was you." he spoke so softly, a pace much different than his usual deadpan voice. you could basically hear the affection in his words.

"i didn't know if i should show up to your house apologizing or if i should've called, asking what your favorite flowers were," "is this a good time to tell you roses are my favorite?" you cut him off, and for the first time he finally noticed the hearts in your eyes. his heart pounds against his chest, his own heart eyes on display to you. "i'll just say i took an educated guess then."

"i've loved you since...since that one time you walked into the men's restroom in our third year of middle school," he chuckled seeing you visibly cringe at the memory, "when you continued about your business even after seeing me washing my hands, ugh...you were pretty back then too, pretty and headstrong."

"suna!" you called, your free hand latching onto his shoulder trying to make him stop laughing. "how do you remember that? i told you to forget that even happened."

"because it was you, why would i forget?" he reasoned before seeing the look on your face, shrugging as he leaned into your hand that pushed his hair back. "alright, but i knew i loved you when i saw you in the cheer section during one of our games. we lost, but you still came down to console us, and even if you did hate me back then you were still so nice to me," he switched back to his sweet and gentle voice, his eyes calmly tracing over your features, "for years i've loved you and only you,

and if you'll have me, will you let me love you for more years to come as my girlfriend?" he watched the smile on your lips grow bigger and bigger, making his own lips curl into one.

"hmmm, i don't know," you teased, head tilting as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in close. your gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes, before he was leaning in so tantalizingly slow, so you moved along with him.

he placed his hand on your waist, the other that still held the bouquet wrapped around as well. "you don't know?" he repeated, matching your playful tone. "the smile on your face says otherwise," he finally leans in, his lips pressing against yours, something he'd been yearning to do since he saw you.

breathing in his scent, you could smell the sweet smell of his cologne, taste the warmth on his lips as he tilted his head pulling you in even deeper. all you could think about was suna when he had you in his arms like this, all you could feel was him as you're fighting back giggles from how happy you felt. so you let them go, laughing into the kiss, only for him to ask what's so funny?

"i love you," you said in between kisses, fingers lacing through his combed hair. he was smiling along with you, your teeth hitting each other. "what?" you asked eyes opening to meet his.

his hazel eyes were mesmerizing, leaving you melting in his hands like putty, "you love me now?" don't even get you started on his voice, as he reaches a deeper point, it matched the smooth and gentle mood the two of you had created.

you nodded, pecking the corner of his lips. "i loved you in that storage closet but i was too nervous to say it." just hearing your explanation had him chuckling and holding you even tighter against him.

as the two of you leaned back in once more, you both pause as you heard rounds of distant squealing coming from inside your house piercing through the calm air.

turning around, you were checking the windows again only to see your friends peaking through the blinds at you two, smiles and shocked gazes on all of their faces. and immediately you felt your entire body warm up.

you knew they'd react like this, your entire friend group was labeled as very dramatic. you knew the moment you walked back into those doors, they'd have pictures upon pictures and videos to show you, documenting every second they could of you and suna. the thought alone had butterflies swarming all around your stomach. but maybe reliving the moment through a different perspective didn't sound too bad.

you turn back to him, burying your face into his shoulder as you tried to hide from your friends' stares. but it wasn't doing much as you could still feel the heat of their eyes on you. "yeah, i clocked them a few minutes ago, but kissing you was a lot more important, you know?" he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you even tighter, pulling you into a deep embrace. but that just caused more gasping and squealing from your friends. "guess we can tell them we're together now, hm? we can always start small."

"please...be quiet,"

<- previous part

it’s over!! let’s all pretend they told atsumu on their own time bc idk how to write it without it being cringe 💔

but thank you so much for reading!

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thoroughfare [3] - modern!ellie williams x reader

summary: part 3 of ‘thoroughfare’ where Ellie and reader make it back home.

pairing: modern!ellie x reader

word count: ~4.4k

c/w: implied sex, language, alcohol consumption, fluff, angst?, hints of emotional constipation? the importance of friendships? a wild joel appearance?

a/n: welcome to the conclusion of 'thoroughfare', sorry it’s taken awhile! thank you for all the love you’ve shown for this little one-shot turned series. SPOILER ALERT: they actually make it home in this part!! I hope this meets expectations and that you enjoy! as always let me know what you think!

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thoroughfare & thoroughfare [2]

The first time you and Ellie kissed was in the closet at some high school party. You don't remember whose house it was or how much alcohol you both drank. But you remember the way her nose bumped yours in the dark and how you giggled while her lips brushed yours. You remember that it was awkward, all fumbling hands and cautious movements, but it was innocent - it was sweet.

The two of you hadn't talked about it the next morning, had brushed it off as a momentary lapse in judgement, that the raging hormones made you do it, because at the time it was simply easier that way. You remember beating yourself up over it and you remember the taste of her lips. Ellie reminders you everyday now.

But since the night in the fast-food parking lot there was a certain ferocity she kissed you with now, like it would be the last time she would ever get to. So you became something solid for her to crash into. Everytime you stopped at a red light she would reach over the console and pull you into her. She would nip at your bottom lip and lick into your mouth. It was desperate - it was hopeful.

And the nights you stopped at motel after motel, she would kiss you in the dark and pry you open. Her hands would press into the curvature of your body as though she was leaving an imprint and she would sigh your name in-between curses. You didn’t know how to convince her you weren’t going to leave, not again and not to anywhere she can’t follow.

The two of you manage to make it through the majority of the CD’s stuffed in the glovebox and you were sure that every small town diner saw your faces at least once. Ellie had seemed restless more often than not but on the final day of driving you think that she is purposely driving slow, that she's going out of her way to miss the turn-off so the car is always in motion. But you couldn't complain, not when the sun had brought out more of her freckles and you thought she was smiling more, the creases by her eyes more prominent. She would tap her hands on the top of the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing and hum under breath.

If she wanted to extend the drive you figured you would lean into it as well. You spot an obnoxious looking store, a typical souvenir shop looking to draw in tourists with gaudy accessories, and call for Ellie’s attention over the music.

“Hey, can we turn back?” You ask, “I think we should get something for Dina."

She looks perplexed by your request by indulges anyway, “um, yeah sure.” She sighs and you don’t know if it’s in relief or annoyance.

A chime rings out as you enter and the old woman behind the counter perks up at your appearance. She gives the two of you a kind smile and waves, before ducking her head back down to the magazine laid out on the countertop.

Ellie holds your hand as you walk down the aisles and you swing your arms back and forth more aggressively than necessary. There wasn’t a specific item you had in mind, you figured once you see something you’ll know.

Her arm gets pulled back when you stop suddenly and she throws you a look over her shoulder, but you’re too stuck on the array of headbands on display in front of you. They were tacky and frankly quite ugly, it was ridiculous and you think that it's perfect.

"What do you think?" You grab one off of the rotating shelf and model it on your own head.

"I think that it's fucking ugly." She replies honestly. "Grab three more."

The moment you see the ‘Welcome to Jackson’ sign, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. In towns like these, nothing really changed and you were glad for it. You didn’t want to have to relearn the in’s and out’s of your hometown. Ellie’s eyes flit between you and the road as she drives further into town like she was trying to make sure you still wanted to be here, you grab one of her hands and kiss the back of it - there was no place you’d rather be.

You didn’t need to ask Ellie to stop off at Dina’s place first, she had turned down the familiar road without question - the one with the pot-hole that never gets filled. The trees that line the street are the same and the combination of excitement and nervousness you used to get before going to her house for a sleepover as a child is the same as well.

You had known Dina since before you could walk, you couldn't remember a time in your life when she wasn't there - didn't want to. She had seen you through your most embarrassing of phases and in turn you had seen her through hers.

There was something beautiful in childhood friendships, even more so when they extended into adulthood. That endurance, the constant effort to grow with each other rather than apart, built something unbreakable. So even though you had left abruptly, Dina didn't hold it against you. You think that she always knew you'd come back, she was just waiting for you to realise it as well.

When Ellie pulls into Dina’s driveway she honks the horn aggressively, a blaring signal that you had arrived. You don't think you’ve ever seen Dina move as fast as she is now, crossing the distance between her front door and you, with one foot out the car, in record time. You manage to fully exit the car before she throws herself at you.

She pulls away from you only briefly to cup your face between her hands, smushing your cheeks together while her laughter resounds through the air. “You’re home!”

You feel too choked up to respond so you simply try your best to smile and nod. She wraps you back up into her arms, swaying the two of you side to side gently.

“Fuck.” She exclaims quietly and you think you understand the sentiment exactly.

Dina doesn't tell you she missed you, but you know. You could feel it in the way she cradles you and you think to yourself that there's a space carved out in your chest in the shape of her. There was a specific amount of tenderness you reserved for your best friend because if you could survive the throes of girlhood together, what was a little distance in comparison?

Dina breaks away first but still holds you by your shoulders at arms length. “Fuck.” She exclaims again, bouncing on the balls of her feet, and you chuckle a little at that.

Ellie rounds to your side of the car, drawing Dina’s attention away from you as she drops her hold and pulls Ellie into an embrace. Not nearly as intense as the one you two had shared, but still one of fondness.

“I’m so happy you guys are back. It’s so boring here without the two of you.”

“Took us some time, but we made it.” Your voice wavers a little.

Dina looks at you and you want her to hold you again. The same way she always does - uninhibited.

“I’m hungry.” Ellie huffs out. “Do you have anything to eat? I need some real fucking food.”

“Yeah, got some leftovers in the fridge.”

“Sweet.” Ellie glances at you quickly before looking back at Dina. “We just gotta grab some things from the car, but you can head back in.”

Dina takes the bait and turns to leave you and Ellie alone. Whistling to herself as she goes.

Ellie steps closer to you and places a hand on the small of your back, a silent question of whether or not you’re okay. You lean into her side and she slides her hand to wrap her arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple and letting it linger.

“Thank you.” You tell her. “For bringing me home.”

“Anytime.” She leaves your side momentarily to grab the gift bag out of the car without you having to ask for it. “Come on, let's get inside before I die of hunger.” She nudges you forward.

Dina is leaning against the counter by the microwave with her arms crossed and her foot tapping impatiently, when the two of you enter her house.

“Where’s your bags?” She asks, pushing off of the counter to meet you halfway, “you know what, never mind.” She ushers you to a seat in the kitchen. “Sit, sit.”

"We got something for you." You announce.

"It was mainly her idea." Ellie points at you and you swat her hand down. "Fine, it was our idea." She gives you a pointed look as though to say, happy?

"Oh guys you didn't have to-" Dina stops talking when you place the item on the table. "This is so fucking ugly." She exclaims while putting it on top of her head. "Why did you only get one? We all could've matched."

You sigh and reach into your bag again and pull out three more, handing one off to Ellie who looks exasperated beyond compare.

"I'm not putting this on my fucking head."

Dina slaps her hands on the table. “Yes you are and you’re gonna be happy about it.”

Ellie looks at you for help, but you’re enjoying this too much. “Don’t look at me, look at her.”

“Whose the other one for?” Dina asks, pointing to the one abandoned on the table.

“Jesse.”

“Ew, why?”

You look at her quizzically, “he’s literally your boyfriend.”

“Semantics.”

The three of you end up sitting at Dina’s kitchen table for longer than intended, your shoes kicked off your feet and the cup of tea in your hands had long grown cold. You wouldn’t have it any other way. Not when your cheeks hurt from smiling so much and when your heart is full of everything soft and warm.

Being back again was weird, especially when there were more memories than you can count attached to everything. On the corner of your street sat the bent road sign that Dina crashed into one time and sometimes you walked by the ice cream store that had served you every summer since you were little.

But seeing Joel and Sarah again was probably weirder.

Sarah had always been Ellie’s cool older sister, the one you used to watch leave the house with clothes you could only imagine owning and who had shown you her music without getting annoyed at you. She wasn’t in Jackson during your fallout with Ellie, but there was a high chance she had heard about it. There was something about the Millers that liked to collect strays and Sarah was no exception.

And Joel was, well Joel. He had seen you through your adolescence, had bared witness to the same awkward phases Dina had. Probably remembered them better than Dina did. He knew you well and in return you knew him. You knew how he liked his coffee and he knew how much liquor your stomach could handle after that one time he found you throwing up in his front yard with Ellie lying on the grass a few feet away. That also meant you knew how wildly protective he was towards Ellie, because there was a time when he was protective of you too. And you knew that if you were on the outs with Joel, it would make it that much harder to keep your thing with Ellie solid. She may never admit it but she cared about Joel’s opinions, her loyalty to him outweighing any feelings she may have towards you.

You knock on the Miller’s front door and Joel answers moments later. He looks at you for a moment, narrowing his eyes in such a way that you feel like a child about to be scolded. Perhaps you were about to be.

He clears his throat and calls out your name.

"Hey, Mr Miller." You reply, raising your hand in a half-hearted wave.

"It's good to see you."

You shift your weight awkwardly. "Yeah, you too."

He crosses his arms in front of his chest, looks off to the side and back to you. "You staying in town for awhile?" The furrow in his brow deepening.

You nod. "Yes, Sir."

"No plans to leave anytime soon?"

"No, Sir."

"Good." He claps his hands together. "Well I'm glad you're back, kid." He reaches forward and pats your shoulder. There’s a brief moment when he’s on his second pat that you’re able to tell that you’re both mildly uncomfortable with the situation at hand. He lets you inside and calls out for Ellie.

You let your feet carry you down the familiar hallway as your eyes try and take in the things that have changed. There was now on rug covering the scuff on the floor from where you had slipped once and there were new additions to the photographs on the wall. You take the time to look at them, smiling to yourself when you see a particularly cute family photo and cringing when you spot a younger, more awkward version of yourself in some of them.

You stop when you reach a photograph near the end of the row, it was sitting unassumingly between all the others but you noticed it. It was taken after high school graduation, you could tell from the matching robes you were all wearing and the diploma Dina was thrusting towards the camera. Ellie was sandwiched between you and Dina, looking relatively calm in comparison. And there on the end you were laughing, head thrown back in glee. As you stare at the photo all you could think about was if Ellie had always looked at you like that and if so how on earth did you miss it. The rosy red on her cheeks and the look of love in her eyes.

It was right there in front of you, photographic evidence. And you would recognise it anywhere, it was the same look you used to beat yourself up over when you would scroll through your camera roll at pictures of the two of you.

You wonder if you were to retrace your steps back and take a better look at all the photos, if Ellie had always looked at you this way. You were kids in some of these pictures - but some things never change.

“I put that one up.” The voice startles you out of your reverie and you turn to see Sarah. You were beginning to think that crossing arms whilst leaning against a wall was a Miller thing. “It was my favourite picture from graduation.”

You look back at the photo and you wonder if you look as wistful as you feel. “It’s a nice photo.” You reply lamely.

Sarah chuckles. “Ellie hated me for it.” You hear her footfalls move closer to you until you’re standing next to each other, her arm brushing against yours. “Said and I quote ‘I don’t want to look at her dumb face’.” She continues.

You snort. “What did you say to that?”

She shrugs. “Something along the lines of ‘if you don’t want to look at her dumb face then you might have to take down all your photos and drawings of her up in your room’.” Her curls bounce a little as she shakes her head in amusement. “She didn’t like that so much.”

You look at Sarah and think adulthood suits her well. “Yeah, sounds about right.”

Sarah laughs at that and it’s when you see how deep her crows feet are that you realise you’ll never be those kids again. You think that part of your mind immortalised Sarah as the cool college aged older sister and now she was standing here as a full-fledged adult. She was still cool, you think that she’ll always will be, but it was strange to see how much she had changed physically.

And maybe because you had grown up with Ellie and Dina those changes weren’t as obvious, but seeing Sarah now you didn’t want to miss those changes anymore, you wanted to be here to see all the wrinkles and the scars of the people you love. You wanted everyone to see you change too.

Sarah wraps an arm around your shoulders, jostling you a little. “Welcome home.”

You lean into her side. “Thanks, Sarah.”

“Am I interrupting something?” Ellie’s familiar voice calls out, she’s standing a couple of feet away with a bag in hand.

“Just reminiscing and embarrassing you.” Sarah replies nonchalantly, “you know, the usual.”

Ellie walks towards the two of you in a haste, grabbing your free arm to drag you away from her sister. “Very funny, now let go of my girlfriend we have places to be.”

You stop suddenly and there’s a brief moment where you wonder if you just imagined what she had called you. But she’s giving you that look again, the same one mirrored in your eyes and you know you’re not making it all up in your mind.

Ellie tugs on your arm again. “Hey, you ready to go?”

You grin at her and you’re aware you probably look a little stupid, “yeah let’s go.”

Sitting at Dina’s dining table with Dina and Jesse, you await Ellie’s return from the bathroom. You hear her footsteps and when she turns the corner you could see the moment regret flashes through Ellie’s eyes as she looks around at all of you wearing the headbands.

She raises her arms in exasperation and lets them fall to slap the sides of her thighs. “Jesus Christ, it’s like we’re a fucking cult or something.”

“We’ve basically been a cult since we were twelve.” Dina exclaims. “Get over yourself and sit down.”

You pat the empty seat next to you and deftly hand over Ellie’s headband when she plops herself down. She gives you a look and all you can do is shrug in return.

Dinner was already dished out and Jesse was regaling you with stories you had missed while you were gone, Dina pitching in every now and again. But since Ellie’s return from the bathroom, Jesse had taken it upon himself to lead everyone down memory lane.

“Do you remember when Ellie punched that girl because she called you her new best friend?” Jesse directs at you. “Or the time Ellie fell into the pool because she got distracted by you talking to that new lifeguard,” he makes a show of looking around at everyone, “who was totally into you by the way, she kept making goggly eyes at you.”

Dina was laughing so hard her headband went askew.

“Wait, that’s why you punched her?” You ask Ellie, turning in your seat to face her.

Ellie ignores you, her piercing gaze focused on Jesse. “Do you remember when you cried because I punched you in the balls?”

Jesse screws up his face in thought. “You’ve never punched me in the balls?” He replies.

“Well I’m about to.”

“Okay.” You cut in. “Food’s getting cold.”

You look at Ellie who has her fork in a death grip and is still glaring at Jesse. You nudge her with your elbow and pointedly look at her then at her plate, urging her to start eating. She makes a show out of stabbing her food and slowly bringing it to her mouth as you try and stifle your laugh.

After dinner you and Dina are washing the dishes together. The job would probably get done faster if Dina didn’t keep looking at you, instead of focusing on the task at hand.

You huff and put down the tea towel, “spit it out,” you say noncommittally.

She lifts her hands out of the sink, soapy hands raised in placation. "It's just good to have you back."

"It's good to be back." You reply honestly.

“You’re not allowed to leave again.” She attempts to say jokingly, but in your head the words just sound sad.

“I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.” She bumps her shoulder against yours. “Unless you leave again.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it, I won’t leave.”

“So,” she draws out the word, turning back to the dishes in the sink, “you and Ellie?”

You shrug, picking up your tea towel again. “What about it?”

“I don’t know, you two have been dancing around each other for years.” She says, depositing a plate into the drying rack, “at the rate you guys were going I thought I’ll never live to see the day.”

“Neither did I, to be honest.”

“Well I’m glad you figured it out because now I won’t stop giving the two of you shit for being fucking idiots.”

“You haven’t started?”

She laughs, “fuck you.”

Autumn was fast approaching and you had seldom prepared, not quite ready for the sun to disappear early.

You had taken to staying at the Miller’s and you’ve found yourself slipping back into the routine the two of you had created back in high school. Only this time there wasn’t any hesitancy to hold each other at night and there wasn’t any avoidance of eye contact when someone’s touch lingers for longer than it should.

The two of you would sneak down into the kitchen of the middle of the night, taking turns shushing each other which inevitably led to muffled laughter. The same fuzzy socks that used to roam the halls shoved on to your feet were only slightly more pilled than they used to be. She stops the two of you in your tracks to kiss you with something soft, something sweet, and you feel like that teenager at that party again.

And in the mornings, Joel would be there nursing a cup of coffee in his hands while Sarah was slaving away at the stovetop. You’d all eat breakfast together and then afterwards you and Ellie would brush your teeth side by side. She’ll elbow you when she bends down to spit, but not before giving you a toothy grin in the mirror, white foam covering her mouth.

You’ll get dressed and make plans for the day and everything is just so simple.

The two of you had taken to sitting outside in the backyard, enjoying some of the last of the summer sun. Her head is in your lap and you’re gently carding your fingers through her hair.

“Do you remember Spring Break?” She asks, a hand raised to shield her eyes from the sun.

You lean forward to provide a shadow for her. “Which one?” You reply, jolting when she digs a knuckle into your stomach, “yes I remember Spring Break.” You concede.

“It wasn’t a mistake.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t forget about it.” She tacts on.

“Clearly.” She digs her knuckle into you again and you chuckle before looking at her more seriously, “I didn’t forget about it either.”

“Good.” You look down at her and she had already settled back into your lap, eyes closed. “You can lean back now, you’re blocking my sunlight.”

You tug gently on her hair and lean back again, letting the grass pillow your fall.

And at night the routine tended to be the same as well. Sometimes she joined you in the shower and sometimes she didn’t. Either way, everything was just so smooth. You had noticed a clear difference from the Ellie that was on the road with you and the Ellie now, she was just less rushed in everything. Her kisses weren’t as bruising and your time between sheets filled with more giggles than those motels would ever get to see. She holds you close, but not tightly and you think that there's something important in that difference.

The two of you repeat this routine throughout the next couple of weeks and Ellie reconfigures her presence in your chest as a gentle hum.

It’s the last day of Summer and as though the sun knew she’d be pushed to the side, she was out in all her full glory.

Joel is flipping burgers on the barbecue, beer in hand and cowboy hat on his head - something Ellie made him wear. Sarah is hovering over his shoulder and you snicker to yourself when you see him wave her off for what must be the tenth time in the past twenty minutes.

You were sitting with Dina and she was telling you a story you were trying your best to listen to, but it’s hard when Ellie is in your line of sight.

“You know you don’t have to stare at her from afar now? Like she’s your girlfriend, you can just go up to her.”

You shrug your shoulders. “I like looking at her.”

You catch Ellie’s gaze instead of looking away like you used to all those years ago and you don’t feel embarrassed when she catches you looking, if anything you double down on your efforts to ensure that a blush rises on her cheeks.

Dina fake gags. “Gross,” she leans in close to you to whisper in your ear. “You know, she like never showers.”

“Dina!” Her name gets drowned out from the sound of your own laughter.

Dina is laughing too. “Just saying.” She cackles out, clutching her stomach as she does so.

“What are you two laughing about over here?” Ellie’s voice calling out to the pair of you as she crosses the distance towards you.

“I was just talking about your hygiene.” Dina replies, raising her eyebrows in defiance.

“Dina, don’t.”

Ellie’s brow furrows. “What about my hygiene?”

“How you don’t shower.” Dina teases.

“Dina!” You slap her arm playfully. “Ellie, she’s joking.”

Ellie’s mouth open and closes as she tries to search for something to say, coming up empty she huffs and turns to walk away, leaving you and Dina exchanging looks at each other.

“Good one, look what you’ve done.” You admonish.

“How was I supposed to know she’ll get all pissy,” Dina throws her arms up, “it was a joke!”

A spray of water hits the side of your face, so startled you fall out of your chair and right onto the ground. You wipe a hand over your face and look up to see Ellie standing there with the hose.

“Whoops.” She says, feigning innocence with a shrug of her shoulders.

You see Dina in your periphery inch her way towards Ellie, but Ellie is quicker and turns the hose to her, spraying her in the chest.

“What the fuck?!” Dina exclaims, pulling her wet shirt away from her body.

You take this as your chance to make a break for it and she chases you around the backyard with the hose and while you never may be those kids again, you feel like you are.

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Labyrinth - Eddie Munson

Authors Note: LMAO

Word Count: 6,691 (mmhmmhmmm)

Warnings: smut, angst, shitty writing.

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(In my world Benny wasn't killed, merely shot. Get it? Got it? Good.)

It only hurts this much right now

Was what I was thinking the whole time

Breathe in, breathe through

Breathe deep, breathe out

I'll be getting over you my whole life

You know how scared I am of elevators

Never trust it if it rises fast

It can't last

The situation wasn’t great, that much you would admit, anyone who could see you in this moment could attest to that. To make matters worse you had the perfect plan for today and having a panic attack in the janitor supply closet covered in spaghetti sauce had NOT been it. It hadn’t even been close.

This had all started the day you saw pretty in pink in theaters, sadly by yourself. You had gorged yourself on popcorn and soda as you moped about the lack of friends. But that all changed when you saw Molly Ringwald. More specifically her fashion.

You had been obsessed, well who wouldn’t be considering Molly Ringwald was THE GIRL.

So you had gone home and dragged out your sketchbook, drawing sketch after sketch of the perfect outfit and just like she had in the movie you got to work.

From the pants to the top and even managed to snag one of your dads suit jackets to finish off the look. You had this plan that you would show up, and people would compliment you. You would have your very own montage scene.

That all came tumbling down when Regina had smashed her tray of spaghetti all over you as the entire cafeteria laughed, and when you tried to run out one of the basketball players had stuck his foot out to trip you up.

You dashed to the nearest hiding spot, sobbing and covered in tomato sauces that you were positive was just ketchup warmed up. Your knee hurt from the fall and you could not manage to catch your breath.

Your vision was getting blurry and dark spots were beginning to cloud so you launched a hand out to the shelf behind you to stabilize yourself.

A wave of light hits the small space and for a moment you are afraid you had been found by a teacher but then the light fades and you think you are back to peace. Whoever had found you had decided to leave you to your drama.

But you were wrong.

“Hey, hey hey hey.” A soft voice calls out, two hands landing on your shoulders and rubbing softly. “You gotta breathe, come on. Take a breath with me, will ya?”

“I can’t.. I c-can-”

“Yes, you can. Just look at me.” One of the hands from your shoulder slides up to your jaw, the rings on the hand cool against your flesh as the fingers grip lightly. You're met with brown eyes, the warmest brown eyes you have ever seen. “There she is… now take a deep breath in with me.”

You could do nothing but nod, handing flying up to the arm that is holding you, nails digging into the leather as the figure before you breathes in slowly. You follow, inhaling and holding as they do, releasing when they do.

This routine follows a couple more times and your vision clears minus the blurriness from the tears, until finally you were able to catch your breath and the stranger before you swiped the tears from under your eyes. Once it all clears up you recognize the figure to be Eddie Munson, the DnD captain of the school.

And you can’t help but blurt that out. “You’re the DnD captain.”

He smiles, a small chuckle sleeping past his lips from where he was squatted on the ground to calm you down. “There aren’t really captains, it’s not a stupid sport-”

“Imsorry-”

“Hey now. Easy mistake.” He stops you, squeezing your chin softly before moving to stand. “It’s called a dungeon master, not the kinky kind. You should come sometime.”

“Why are you here?” You blurt out, trying to ease the shaking. You didn’t mean for it to come out so harshly but you were kind of embarrassed.

“I saw what happened in the lunchroom and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“You didn’t have to…”

“Oh bullcrap. What they did to you was messed up.” He snaps out, sitting across from you in the closet, your knees touching. “And I don’t have much but I can pay you back for shirt they ruined-”

“No. I actually made it.”

“You made that?”

“I did.”

“You make shirts?”

“This was my first… “

“You are absolutely kidding me, that looks professionally done.” He reaches a hand out to the fabric, running it between three fingers before nodding.

“I got it from a movie. Pretty in pink. Molly Ringwald's character wears it in the first scene and I was absolutely in love with it.”

“Haven’t seen it yet.”

“You should.”

“Yeah? How about tonight?”

“I don’t know, you probably have stuff to do and I…..well my shirt-”

“If you’re worried about me canceling plans then I can assure you I have no plans tonight, and we have to go see the movie so you can get inspiration for your next outfit anyways. Because this one was far too awesome to let some brat in a small cheer outfit meant for toddlers to ruin it for you.”

“Chances are they ruin the next outfit too.”

“Well that’s why you aren’t going to eat alone. You my dear have been invited to the hellfire table.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t, I want to. Now come on, we have a movie to catch-”

“What about the rest of the school day?”

“What about it? Come on.”

“You won’t…….” A nervous flush crosses your skin as you look up to where he now stands with an outstretched hand. “Tell anyone about my fit?”

“It’s called a panic attack, and no I will not. That’s between you, me and that creepy broom I’m sure the janitor makes out with at night.”

“Oh that’s mean-”

“Her name is linda, and we should leave before she decides to splinter us.” He whispers and you can’t stop the laugh, reaching your hand up to his own outstretched hand, enjoying the warm feeling of it.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

“Oh come on Dad.” You whine, leaning on the counter in the back kitchens of Benny’s diner as your father pretended to ignore you by flipping burgers at the grill. “Please please please.”

“I can’t hear you.” He whistles, turning to nod to the fryer. “Add more fries. The Byers boys are about to come in and you know how they get about fries. You should also ask about your birthday, I know you haven’t sent out ny invitations because your mom keeps seeing them on the counter-”

“I don’t want a party, I want to learn how to drive dad.” You snap, moving to start the fries. Truth was no one would show up to your party, even if you invited them. You weren’t one that people went out of their way for.

“I will think about it.” Lie, he just didn’t like when you got upset. “Take those fries to the boys when you are done. Good people help good people.”

“Eddie will be here soon, make him a burger?”

“You got it, sugar.”

You smile from ear to ear, finishing up the fries and basking them up before dashing to the byers table and setting them down. “Dads working on your burgers.”

“Thanks…..”Jonathan blinks at you, obviously forgetting your name.

“Y/n. We’ve lived three houses away forever now.”

“Right, sorry.”

Before you can truly get offended by Jonathan's lack of knowledge on you the bell to the diner sounds out and you see a mass of curls pass you quickly to head to your regular table. A smile creeps its way across your lips as you head to the table behind him.

Eddie Munson sits casually, making it look like he had been waiting forever. “You’re late, princess.”

“I was here before you?”

“Excuse me? I was at the table before you which means I was here first-”

“Well I showed up for my shift 2 hours ago which means I was first-”

“Well technically I-” He leans forward to argue, but you had already leant forward so your foreheads bumped together awkwardly, a blush traveling your skin. He watches you for a moment before leaning back and looking around the diner.

Ever since Eddie found you in the janitors closet you had been close. Weekly movie nights became a necessity, you helped him study (you read to him and he pretended to listen as he rifled through your belongings), and he showed you the world of music. (He turned up his speaker to the highest volume and you talked yourself out of kissing him)

Every Friday night Eddie came to pick you up from your shift at your dads diner, you would both head to his trailer for a movie night and tonight was your night to choose.

“It’s busy in here tonight, you sure your dad is okay I steal ya?”

“If you are okay waiting for a bit I’ll go help him with the rush.”

“I’ll be here princess.” He smiles, moving closer so you can kiss his cheek before dashing off to take orders.

By the time you return to him he is leaving cash on the table and rubbing ketchup off his cheek. “You know dad won’t like that.”

“What? I didn’t short him!”

“I meant you leaving the money. You don’t pay here.”

“Yeah I do. Have a good night Y/n's Dad!”

Benny leans through the kitchen window to wave him off with a smile as Eddie throws his arms around your shoulder and leads you out.

“Your dad seemed quite irritated with you tonight.” He notes, pulling you closer to block you from some of the rain.

“Yeah, they have been on me about inviting friends to my party.” You admit, shuffling beside him as his rings catch your eye.

“Party? You’re throwing a party?”

“They want to throw a party for my birthday.”

“You should let them!” He gasps, moving to open the door to his van for you. You hop in with one easy jump, his hand on your hip making sure before he slams the door to make sure it shuts correctly. You try to hold in a laugh at him and his broken car.

Waiting until he is settled next to you to continue the conversation, trying to untie the waitressing apron as he starts the van up. “Who would I invite?”

“Me.”

“Well obviously. But I don’t know what would be worse, making my parents upset by not throwing a party or having them waste hard earned money on decorations and cake just for you and only you to show up.”

“You could invite the hellfire club.”

“They don’t like me,”

“They love you.”

“They have repeatedly said they hate me at the table.”

“Heard that, did you?”

“Gavin said it TO me.”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s on a high because this freshman kid believed his girlfriend in canada story. What do you want for your birthday?”

“No one believes it, the kid was probably being nice. No one believes Gavin has a girlfriend let alone a Canadian supermodel with long hair and a boob job in high school. And I don’t want anythi-”

“You definitely want something, I saw you begging your dad most the night.”

“Do you spend all your time watching me?” You laugh, counting out your tips from the night as he stops at a red light, turning to you with a smile.

“I mean, can you blame me?” A deep heat travels through your body as you make eye contact, seeing those melty brown eyes that have you leaning in ever so slowly.

You have been best friends with Eddie Munson for 3 months now, and at least 2 of those months you’ve had the biggest crush on him. You spent most of your nights waiting for him to call and the rest hanging onto his every word.

You are stuck in a trance before a car honks behind him and Eddie is forced to keep driving.

“Seriously, what do you want?”

“Eds….”

“Can…. can you teach me to drive?”

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back

Just like that

“Jesus christ-”

“Don’t be so dramatic!”

“I just wanted a slurpee! Not to DIE!”

“Eddie I just-”

“Hey hey hey, baby eyes on the road-” Eddie rushes out, reaching an arm past you to even out the car, one hand clenched on your thigh and the other on the wheel. His nickname for you has your heart racing through your chest as you try to even out the car as well. “Just wanted a slurpee.”

You both had made a deal, while you were on summer vacation he would teach you how to drive so long as he got full control over movie nights. It meant a lot of cheesy slasher films for you but more time with Eddie and who could complain about that.

“You will get one, just stop.” You chide, pulling the car over to the side of the road. “Can you check my bag to see if I have my glasses?”

“Oh my god you need glasses and you haven’t been wearing them?”

“Just my sunglasses you freak.” He rolls his eyes at you before leaning down to grab your backpack and shuffle around for your glasses. Due to the hot weather Eddie had taken to throwing his hair into a low bun and you absolutely loved it. “Here you go princess.”

“Why thank you.” You smile, snatching them before starting the van once more and zooming into the street.

By the time you make it to the gas station it’s like a game of routine that you and Eddie know well, he swoops around the car to snatch you, throwing you over his shoulder as he paces to the front door to finally set you down. He rushes to the back to grab your slurpee’s, one blue raspberry and one cherry, while you snatch the candy.

By the time you both meet back up at the counter you would be set for movie night.

“Eddie, Y/n.” Gareth sighs in greeting, casting you a quick look that says ‘you stole my friend from me’.

“Don’t give me that look.” You roll your eyes, and he tries to fight off a smile. “You were working today anyways.”

Something that had changed since Eddie forced his band to show up to the birthday party your mother had thrown, they seemed to hate you less and often asked you to join their hangouts now.

“Be nice to my princess.” Eddie warns, slapping your hand away when you move to put your tip money down.

“You paid for the movies, Eds.”

“Yeah well- suck it.”

“I’m sure she would.” Gareth laughs, stopping when Eddie shoots him a glare. “Sorry.”

You slap your hand down to pay, snatching the candy as Eddie tries to snatch the money, but Gareth is too quick and you both are shooting each other a mischievous look as you dash from the station with Eddie on your heel.

“So let me get this straight, I can’t pay for the burgers at the diner-”

“I get an employee meal anyways.”

“And now I can’t pay for our snacks?”

“You paid for the movies!”

“Just…. Damnit princess, just get in the car.”

You shoot him a smile before hopping in, starting the car up and beginning to drive down the road with Eddie focusing on the music. By the time you get to his place the heat of the day has fully stuck to your skin and you both find yourself sitting on his porch as his uncle sleeps in the living room.

These were some of your favorite moments with him, when it was too early for movies and too late to go to the lake, so instead you sat hip to hip as you whispered about anything and everything.

These were the moments you helped him build campaigns and these were the moments he told you about his family before Wayne.

Today you spent the time talking about what you plan on doing over the next couple weeks, his forehead pressed to your shoulder as he struggles with a brain freeze.

“You know what I wish?” He asks, rubbing his temples.

“What’s that?”

“I wish they had a purple flavor that wasn't grape.” He groans, finally lifting his head from your shoulder and gesturing to the cup. “I freaking love purple.” “Eddie Munson, the great dungeon master, with a purple demon tongue.” You giggle as he rolls his eyes playfully and takes a large sip from his slurpee. “You know you can make purple.”

“I would never mix blue raspberry with cherry, that would make a disgusting flavor-”

“That’s not the only way.” Your heart is slamming against your ribcage as you blush, your hands are shaking and you can barely keep a hold of your own slurpee cup. Before you can debate it you find yourself leaning forward until your lips are on his, smashing together in a clumsy manner.

He seems to freeze at first, pulling back a little which makes you panic and draw back within yourself. “Oh my god I am so sorry.”

He stares, wide eyed and shocked for a moment before slamming his slurpee to the ground and reaching his hands up to either side of your jaw to pull you in for another kiss. His lips smash against yours in an aggressive manner before it calms down and you both kiss back, it’s still a bit awkward and you try to find the proper placement for yourself before he helps you find the perfect rhythm against his own lips.

You spend most your time on the porch, lips mashing against his and when you both pull away for air he finds himself kissing around your face. By the time you hear Wayne’s alarm go off you pull back, both your eyes wide and lips swollen.

“Let me see, princess.” You smile at Eddie’s order, showing your tongue which is now 100% purple. “Fuck. I think I just found my new favorite flavor.”

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

Eddie’s new favorite flavor didn’t last for long before he decided he had to expand his taste buds a bit, and it wasn’t long after that that he found his all time favorite taste and feeling in the world. You.

He loved your lips on his, he loved sucking hickies into your neck in the janitor supply closet at school and he absolutely loved tasting your lip balms fresh in the morning when he picked you up for school with a quick kiss. But his favorite out of everything? Was when he was between your legs.

The loss of your virginity had waited until the end of summer, but you and Eds had found different things to do to each other before then, until the fateful day at the lake when it all went out the window. Now a month into the school year it was safe to say that you were completely open to Eddie sexually speaking, you felt comfortable and beautiful whenever you were with him and he was one of the best teachers for this aspect of your life.

He also knew everything about your body at this point, made it his job to know like a religious person with a bible. He swore to your body.

Today was like any other, with you splayed out on his mattress, hands splayed through his hair, gripping and pulling whenever he drew a harsh movement. You were a moaning and sweaty mess as he licked and bit at your clit. His hands clenched at your thighs when you pulled his hair harshly, a moan tearing from him which reverberated through your folds and had you clenching again, over and over in a chain reaction.

He taps your hip three times, which is his sign that he wants you to look at him so you do, pulling your head off the pillow. He smiles from ear to ear, his chin glistening as he pulls some of the hair from his eyes. “Fuck princess. Why are you always so delicious?”

“Eds…” You sigh, hiding your face within your hands which he tsks at, leaning over you to snatch your hands away and smile while hovering over you. “Why would you ever hide from me?”

“I want you.” You whisper, hips moving up to meet his own, one leg wrapping around his own.

“And I can give you anything you wan-”

“HEY EDS!”

“Shit-” He rushes out, snatching the blanket that had fallen from the bed and draping it over you unceremoniously in a panic to get you covered. You know he is only covering you out of a place of love but a part of you wonders if was actually hiding you as she slips his jeans on and rushes out to meet Gareth and Jeff, shutting the door quickly behind him.

You move to get dressed, taking one of his band tees and slipping over you before you find your underwear, shuffling to the door and pressing your ear against it.

“Come on man, we never see you anymore.” Jeff sighs, and you can hear them all shuffling around.

“I see you at DnD all the time-”

“You are always with her!” Gavin snaps out, and you can practically hear him stomp his foot. “Dude, I get it. She doesn’t have any friends and blah blah blah. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have friends anymore!”

Wait, what?

Had Eddie said something about this before? About you not having friends?

“We just think that you should spend a little less time with-” Jeff was always so sweet, and even when he was being mean he found a diplomatic way about it. Gavin on the other hand……not so much. “Screw that man! You yourself said she was being clingy since you started dating and I think you’ve become a real bitch-”

“Gavin, come on man-” Gareth sighs.

“Okay. Okay.” Finally, Eddie’s voice rings out and you wait to hear him defend you, to at least defend the clingy statement. But instead you hear “I’ll meet you outside. Okay? Take it easy.”

You hear him shuffle closer to the room, and you lunge for the bed to make it look like you hadn’t been listening, laying back down and smiling at him when he enters.

Only it wasn’t a true smile, more so one you glued on.

“Hey, that was the boys. They wanna have a last minute band session.” He smiles, shuffling closer to kiss your lips. “I’ll be back later, okay?” You can do nothing but nod, watching him get dressed before he sends you one last smile and dashes out. You try not to feel much bitterness on it, but you can’t really stop it when you notice he didn’t even take his guitar.

With nothing to do you put on pants and shuffle to the living room, sitting on the couch and debating what you should do from here.

The conversation from earlier circles your mind, the words clingy and the ‘she doesn’t have any friends blah blah blah’. Eddie must have complained to them about you, that was the only reason they would have said those things.

How embarrassing, and here you were thinking that they had grown on you. Jesus have they all been laughing behind your back this whole time?

You sit on the couch for a bit before deciding to walk home. They thought you were clingy? Fine, you would pull back. They thought you had no friends? Easy. You’d make friends.

“I just don’t like the way you guys spoke earlier.” Eddie argues, hands on his hips as he stares back at his friend group. “I understand the frustration, okay? I forgot our jam session today which was a massive dick move but that was my princess you were talking about.” Eddie has to stop a cringe from the memory earlier. He had promised the boys that he would meet them here, but after school he just wanted to stay with you. But the boys showed up angry because he forgot and they were saying some pretty brutal things, and they were beginning to get loud.

He hadn’t wanted you to hear them, so he rushed them out. And left you in his bed.

“Eddie, you don’t get it-”

“I do get it. Okay, I get it. I haven’t had a girlfriend like this before and I haven’t done a good job multitasking. But that is on me, kay? But you guys said some pretty hurtful things about Y/n and-”

“She didn’t even hear me!”

“But she could have Gavin.” Jeff sighs, rubbing his head. “I’m sorry Eddie, the plan was just to confront you about it. We hadn’t planned to attack like that.”

“You can be mad at me, but never talk about Y/n like that. You hear me?”

“Deal.” Gareth nods.

“Heard.” Jeff smiles.

“Fine. But you don’t see me ditching this group for my girl-”

“SHE’S NOT REAL!”

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

Pulling away from someone was a lot easier said than done. Especially when all you wanted to do was spend time with him. But you had made a plan, and this you would stand by.

That night Eddie had called you late, making sure you got home safe and you had told him that your dad was going to start taking you to school.

“What? Why? Princess I can do it, it’s really no proble-”

“I’m going to start going in a little early for the club I joined. So don’t worry about it, Eds.”

“Club? You joined a club?” His tone was laced with excitement and you realized he was probably so excited to get you away from him, so with tears in your eyes and a tight throat you told him you had to rush to bed and hung up.

This began a heavy game of avoidance. You walked to school each morning, reading by yourself in the gym before making it look like you were leaving a club when you saw Eddie in the mornings, but you only left enough time to give him a quick kiss before you were dashing off. You avoided him in between periods and began taking the back exit so he didn’t see you leave school.

You picked up more shifts at the diner, claiming it was the busy season and your dad needed help. No more clingy girlfriend.

Three weeks of this and you were beginning to wear yourself out, your body hot and barely any energy for the day as you trudged to school a little late. You had overslept past your initial alarm, and by the time you managed to get to school there was only 4 minutes before the first period.

You were digging through your locker for a pencil, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open as you did so, when you heard a loud sound rapping to your right.

Looking over to find Eddie with a soft smile, his rings hitting the metal of the lockers beside you. “Hey princess.”

“Hey Eds,” You mumble back, already trying to think of an escape route. “I should head out, I had class-” “I can walk ya. I actually had something I wanted to ask you.” His smile widens as you finally find a pencil and shut the door to your locker, moving to wrap an arm around you. He pulls you close and you can’t help but press your forehead to his chest, wrapping your own arms around him. He stops for a moment, bringing a hand up to your forehead with a worried expression. “You are burning up.”

“I’m fine.” You smile, getting him to walk again. “What did you want to ask?”

“Oh, right. The band is performing this friday and they wanted to ask you to come. I haven’t really seen you much over the past couple days. And I-” He is cut off by a very large coughing fit on your end, his hands flying around your hips to stabilize you as he watches. “You are burning up, but your clothes are wet. Princess, did you walk here?”

“Oh, yeah. Just this morning though-”

“So you managed to catch a fever within 10 minutes?”

“Eds, I gotta go-” You try to rush out, but he stops you.

“How about a movie night? Just like old times. I’ll get your favorite movie and-”

“I have a sh-”

“I already ran it by your dad.”

“Oh….. well then okay.”

“I’ll meet you after school? By my van?” He asks, his face reading off nervously.

“Sounds great.” You smile, and that nervous energy he has seems to lighten up as he leans in for a kiss, kissing once more on your cheek before he drops you off at class.

By the end of the day Eddie is anxiously waiting by his van, sitting in the back with the doors open as his foot taps against the wet pavement below him. He had spent the day after his talk with you thinking of things that you might like. Something that would make you happy tonight.

It had been weeks of not seeing you and he was desperate to see you. What had happened? Why were you avoiding him?

“Hey eds!” Jeff calls, dashing up to the van with Gareth in tow. “What are you doing tonight?”

“I’m actually waiting on Y/n today guys.” He mumbles out, looking past them just so he could keep an eye out for you.

“Oh, what did she say about the concert?” Gareth asks, turning to watch the door for you as well. “Seems like I haven’t seen her in a moment.”

“That makes two of us, and she didn’t really answer about the concert.”

“What’s wrong?” Jeff asks, noting the tone.

“She’s going to dump me. I just know it.” Eddie blurts, hands flying through his hair. “I just don’t know why.”

“But Y/n loves you man-”

“What are you guys doing out here? It’s so cold.” Gavin snaps out, emerging in the group with a glare. “Let’s hop in Eddie’s van.”

“Can’t. He’s waiting on Y/n-”

“Ugh. Again?”

Before Eddie could tell him to fuck off he spots you exit the building, his heart jumping through his chest as he smiles and waves his arm so you can spot him. You do, making a couple steps to him before you see his friends all turn and spot you as well, which makes you stop and look around.

It hits Eddie then, what is going on. Especially when you turn to walk the other way. Before his friends can say anything Eddie lunges, dashing across the parking lot and reaching you in an instant.

“Hey princess.”

“Oh, hey Eds.” You cough out, trying a smile out that makes his heart lurch. “Didn’t see you.”

Yes you did. But he doesn’t call you on it.

“Well my van is over here, so let’s-”

“I don’t think-”

“The boys were just heading off. It will just be us tonight. Swear it.” He smiles, putting up a scouts honor sign and holding out his hand. You take it after a moment and he wastes no time dragging you to the car, helping you in and buckling you up.

You giggle when he buckles you, an actual giggle that makes his heartbeat speed up and he leans to kiss you before dashing to the driver seat and heading to his trailer. He offers to stop for slurpees only to look over and realize you had actually fallen asleep curled up against the heater. So he skips the slurpees and pulls into the trailer park, heading to the one Wayne made their home.

Back when Eddie first started hanging out with you he never wanted to admit where he lived, he was embarrassed about this perfect girl seeing the mess he lived in and dashing off. You were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, he was desperate for any of your time.

And you chose him.

That was something he could never understand. You met him, the school freak and the trailer trash, and still decided he was worthy of your time.

But that was beginning to change and he was fucking terrified of it.

But he didn’t have time to think on that when he pulled in, because the second he turned the van off you seemed to stir from your sleep, blinking slowly up at him as he moved to rub your cheek. “Come on, we are here.”

You hold his hand as he rushes inside, dropping both your bags by the door and helping you kick off your shoes before herding you to his room and helping you undress. He picks up one of the band tees and slips it over your head, kissing you softly.

“You are absolutely burning up.”

“I don’t feel good, Eds.” You mumble out.

“Okay, how about we lay down and nap for a bit. We can watch movies later, yeah?”

You merely nod, crawling across his bed as he shuffles into his boxers and follows your movement until you are both under the covers and he can pull you into his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“For what, Princess?”

“Being so…..” You doze off after that, and he finds himself fighting the urge to wake you up and find out.

Instead he tightens his hold on you, and closes his eyes himself.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

You awake around 1 am by the sight of Eddie’s alarm clock, gasping in pain as you try to catch your breath. You reach out to his side, only to find it empty, tears sliding down your face.

Your head hurt and your body hurt, you were burning up and your throat was so sore you could sob.

Eddie must have heard you, coming in slowly with messy hair and sleepy eyes, holding out some medicine and a cup. “Easy now princess. I was just grabbing you medicine.”

“I don’t need it.” You manage to croak out, eyes spilling over with water.

“Yes, you do.” He places the little medicine cup to your lips and that’s when you realize he had actually poured the medicine in a shot glass. A smile cracks your face as you choke it down, Eddie switching it out with the cup, the bubbles of sprite burning your throat. “That’s my girl.”

“I don’t feel good.” You croak, and he nods.

“How long have you been walking to school then?”

“I haven-”

“You have. And you got sick from walking in the rain.” He sighs, making you drink some more of the sprite before setting them both down and moving to make you lay down beside him. “I grabbed some of the extra winter blankets, we’re gonna have to sweat this out. Okay?”

“Are you going to break up with me?” You cry, curling into his chest as he fixes the blankets around you both.

“What? No. Why on earth would I-”

“Because I am clingy.”

“You’re not clingy, who said you were clingy?” He leans back to glare down at you, accidentally hitting his head on his own nightstand. “Ow, Jesus christ.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. When did I say you were clingy?”

“That day I was here-”

“A little more specific.”

“We… you…. The day we were in here and your friends came over.” His face crumples in recognition, closing his eyes.

“You heard Gavin.”

“I heard Gavin! And you guys were all probably talking about me–” He leans down to kiss you then, pressing his own lips against yours softly. When he pulls back he rubs his nose against yours, up your face and to your forehead where he leaves a soft kiss.

“I can promise you that I do not think you clingy. And the only reason I didn’t argue back was because I didn’t want them getting louder so you could hear them. I didn’t want you to hear that. I. Swear. It.”

“Your friends don’t like me.” You whisper.

“Only one friend doesn’t like you. Gareth and Jeff invited you out to the concert.”

“But Gavin-”

“Can call his girlfriend in Canada to cheer him up. I don’t give a shit.” You laugh at that, pressing your nose to his cheek.

“Can we watch a movie, Eds?”

“I actually got pretty in pink for you.” He whispers, and you can’t help but kiss him.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

You were too busy running around the diner, taking and delivering orders, to see Eddie and his friends sneak in. But when you turn to see who had taken up the table you are met with his smile, watching him snag a menu from Gareth.

“What brings you boys in tonight?” You laugh moving to sit by him as Jeff fixes his jacket.

“We came to hang out with you after the gig, you should have seen it Y/n. It was absolutely wild and Eddie nearly fell off the stage.”

“Is that so?”

“There was a drunk guy in the back talking to someone imaginary and we told Gavin it was him and then get this- Gavin freaked out-” Gareth launches into a story on their fight with Gavin, you look over to Eddie who isn’t even bothering to listen as his finger traces your cheek bone.

“You make this outfit?”

“I did, thought it matched the diner apron a little better.” You blush, showing him the spot on the sleeve where you had messed up only for him to lean in quickly and kiss you.

“Y/n!” Your dad calls from the window. “Back to work!”

You roll your eyes, moving to stand up before Jeff calls you and you turn. He opens his leather jacket while Gareth widens his flannel, both to reveal the hellfire shirts you made them.

“We stay repping our designer.” Jeff brags. “But we need three more.”

“For who?”

“These freshmen that Eddie recruited.”

“OH! Dustin and his two friends right?”

“Dustin, Lucas and little Byers……but……” Eddie smiles.

“You should make one for yourself.” Gareth finishes.

“Because you have officially been recruited, Y/n.”

You laugh, watching the three before Jeff slams a sheet on the table and you lean forward to read it. “The lost princess of hellfire?”

“Eddie wrote the campaign for you, and we helped create the character.”

You pick up the paper, flipping through them to reveal the sketches Eddie had drawn, a cartoon version of you in a fantasy version of the pretty in pink prom dress.

“That’s…..”

“Can’t take it easy on you though, princess. Even if I love ya.”

“I love you too.” You smile, leaning down to kiss him back.

(Also just to lace up any confusion regarding the manner of how I named everyone.

These are Gareth and Jeff - CONFIRMED BY THE DUFFER BROTHERS THEMSELVES----

This is Gavin, I named him because he is technically named 'the freak' and I see him as a gavin. Fight me.

thanks- Ultralight)

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