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marksmelodies · 5 months

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forever only

idol eric x fem reader

genre: angst, smut, fluff

warnings: suggestive, mentions of sex, unprotected sex, lots of kissing

note: if you haven’t watched eric’s LA vlog on theboyz youtube channel you definitely should before reading this since it’s heavily based on that!

minors dni

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walking out of your apartment in los angeles you head to your favorite cafe down the street, walking through the door hearing the bell chime as you enter, you order your coffee and sit at a table finishing up some work for college. fall semester just started and it was always the most stressful but this time around you didn’t sign up for many classes making the workload a lot easier to handle

you could finally focus on dance a little more which is your passion ever since you could walk your parents put you in dance and you absolutely flourished. now a college student you spend most of your time teaching dance classes, mostly hip hop because that was more of your style

as you work on your computer with your headphones on you hear a text message notification go off, ignoring it you continue with your work, until it goes off again, you check your phone to see a message from an unknown number

unknown #: hey y/n, it’s been a long time, i hope you’re doing well! i just wanted to let you know that i will be in LA for a few days this week with my group, if you aren’t busy tomorrow, i’m having a get together with miles at my place to meet my members you should come too

unknown #: oh this is eric by the way

your heart immediately drops as a state of nausea washes over your body “ god damn it miles” you cuss under your breath as you call him

“ yo what’s up” he answers the phone

“ you’ve got to be kidding me” you sigh

“ what’s wrong with you?” he asks

“ what’s wrong with me? oh i don’t know maybe what’s wrong with me is i just got a text from eric.. eric sohn” you whisper yell over the phone as you exit the cafe to get some fresh air

“ oh yeah i gave him your number” he laughs

“ why, why would you do that” you yell

“ he asked about you, he wants to see you again y/n” miles sighs

“ i don’t understand why you would give him my phone number after the whole reason why i got a new one was to avoid him”

“ listen y/n it’s been years, don’t you think it’s time to see him again, he asks about you all the time and i’m tired of making up excuses to why you avoid him, he hasn’t been back to los angeles since he left freshman year and the first thing he asked me is if he can possibly see you again while he’s here” miles says

you feel the tears begin to pull from your eyes

“ it’s just really hard for me miles, you don’t think i want to see him too? i want nothing more than to see him again, to see how far he’s come, but i don’t know if my heart is ready for that”

“ i know, but it’s been years maybe it’s time to truly move on and hopefully seeing him can give you enough closure to do so” he says

“ yeah maybe your right” a long pause comes from you before you speak again

“ i’ll go tomorrow” you say

“ good, i’m glad to hear that, everything will be okay i promise” he says, after hanging up the phone you walk back into the cafe packing up your stuff and heading back home,as you sit on the bed looking at the message eric sent you finally get the courage to respond

“ sounds great i’ll be there” you text back before shutting your phone off

you and eric met in middle school, he was popular due to his talent in baseball, all the girls obsessed over him, not you though at least not at first,you had biology class together and eventually got assigned to do a project with one another, after that you two became inseparable, eric introduced you to your now best friend miles and the three of you became the friend group that everyone wanted to be apart of

as time went on you started to have a little crush on eric, that crush only got bigger and bigger as you two got older, eric felt the same way about you, although eric had been in total awe the second he laid his eyes on you for the first time, the more he got to know you the more he fell in love, the summer going into your eighth grade year eric confessed his feelings to you and you confessed back

your relationship with eric was very lighthearted, a simple middle school fling, acting the same way towards eachother as you did when you were just friends maybe with the benefit of hand holding but that was it, to everyone’s surprise you both made it over a year which was super long for a middle school relationship, but you and eric were truly in love and a lot of people underestimated your feelings for each other

you remember the day that eric told you he was leaving to move to korea to pursue his dreams , you were heartbroken but being the supportive person you were you didn’t let him see how sad you were about it, you gave him all the best wishes and the two of you split up on good terms, you both knew it was impossible to continue this relationship when you would be across the world from each other

that wasn’t the last time you saw eric though, once you became a senior in high school you and your dance team got invited to a dance workshop in seoul south korea, of course the universe just had to mess with you because during your trip you ran into him while visiting the han river late one night, one thing led to another and you ended up hooking up with him that night.. and the next morning…in full retrospect the intimate moments you shared with him during that trip was amazing but after you left it made you feel like shit, you kept in contact with eachother for a few months after you saw him but eventually the text messages became less frequent and then just stopped all together, it was your own fault letting him break your heart for the second time, you got your own hopes up, you couldn’t blame him for his inconsistency, you saw how busy his life had become, how hard he worked everyday without a break.

but selfishly you wished sometimes that he would have stayed in LA, become a college student like yourself and the two of you could be together again, maybe even be on the road to getting married and building a life together, you knew that was never in the cards for him, he was meant to be an idol there was no doubt about it but every so often you find yourself thinking about an alternate reality, one where the two of you could be together for good

that night was rough on you, tossing and turning over all the possibilities that could come out of the events of tomorrow, being honest with yourself you don’t even know how you’re going to look him in the eyes without falling in love with him all over again. as if you got over him in the first place, which newsflash.. you never did

waking up in the morning was hard, your alarm blared in your ears as you crawled out of bed. you spent most of the day mentally preparing yourself to see eric again, miles had arrived not too long ago as you were getting yourself ready

“ does this look too slutty” you say doing a turn in your bikini for your best friend

“ no you look good, hurry up though we’re going to be late” he says. quickly throwing on a minidress as a coverup you both leave your place as you head over to eric’s house

“ are you nervous” miles asks noticing your leg shaking up and down as you sit in the passenger seat

“ yeah i am, i feel like im going to throw up everywhere” you respond, finally pulling up to eric’s place you can hear the music playing and some faint yelling coming from the pool

getting out of the car you walk through the back gates to the pool area, standing behind miles trying to shield yourself from the sight of eric. that didn’t work “ miles, y/n, over here” eric waved the two of you down

walking over to the big canopy and a large table filled with a ton of korean dishes you finally stand there in front of eric for the first time in a long time, eric walks up to miles dabbing him up and then turning to you, he smiles at you pulling you into a hug “ im glad you made it y/n it means a lot that you’re here” he says

his familiar scent fills your nostrils causing you to gain a wave of nostalgia, pulling away you flash a tight lipped smile at him. “ guys this is my best friend miles and this is my friend y/n” eric says hesitating on the word friend, his members all smile and wave as you both do the same back

you sit next to miles during dinner, thankfully eric is across the table filming a vlog for the groups youtube channel, once dinner was finished everyone decided to go swimming

setting your stuff down on a chair you begin to take your dress off leaving you in nothing but a tiny bikini, you felt eyes on you, turning around eric’s eyes met yours before he turned away quickly trying not to make it obvious that he was staring at you

“ hey” eric walks up to you “ hey” you respond back looking to the ground “ im sorry if it’s awkward seeing me again” he says itching the back of his neck

“ no it’s fine it’s not awkward” you say completely lying. “ i missed having you around you know” eric says looking into your eyes “ yeah i missed you too” you say as you feel your heart beating out of your chest

he looked so good with nothing but his swim trunks on, his toned upper body out for display. “ let’s go in the pool yeah?” he asks

“ yeah i just have to put my hair up” you say to him as he gives you a look

“ you never changed have you” he laughs “ you’re going to get your hair wet regardless” he rolls his eyes at you

“ fine whatever” you say leaving your hair down

you walk with him to the deep end of the pool, everyone is already in but the two of you, “okay let’s jump in together on the count of three ready..one.. two… three..” eric counts, you had planned to pretend to jump in that way eric would have been the only one to actually jump but eric had the same idea as you

you both laugh as eric approaches you “ no eric don’t” you yell before he pushes you into the pool

quickly swimming up to the surface of the water you put your hand out to eric “ what the hell eric, at least help me out” you yell as eric grabs your hand. before he could pull you up you yank your arm back pulling him into the water with you

“ i should’ve saw that coming” he says laughing

“ i can’t believe you fell for that” you laugh

joining the others in a game of water spikeball miles makes eye contact with you smirking as you and eric continuously flirt with each other

“ that was a point” you yell to eric

“no it wasn’t” he yells back

“ yes it was” you splash water on him, he walks closer to you splashing you back before picking you up, eric lifts you up throwing you into the water, he swims over to you as you splash water in his face one last time “ that was mean” you say to him

he tucks a strand of lose hair behind your ear “so pretty” he whispers, the two of you now inches away from each other, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him right then and there but before anything could happen one of eric’s members yells for him to come join in the game again

eventually you get out of the pool, feeling tired from the continuous swim races that eric challenged you to even though you beat him every time. eric approached you sitting on one of the chairs “ come back in” he whines

“ no i’m tired of swimming” you say looking up at him “please y/n i’ll carry you” he says. you nod your head yes, knowing you could never say no to him “ sure” you say walking to the steps of the pool

all the guys had gotten out and were now inside the house talking to eachother, leaving just you and eric alone together in the pool. it had gotten dark, the sun was long gone, the pool light shined as you swam over to eric wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, he looks down at you smiling as he places one of his arms around your waist and the other on your ass to hold you up, you knew it was wrong, you knew that you shouldn’t be doing this but when it came to eric all of your sense left your brain and you begin to think with your heart instead

you lay your head on his shoulder as he carries you to the deep end sitting down on the ledge “ i meant what i said earlier, i really missed you pretty girl” eric whispers

“ i meant when i said i missed you too” you say lightly kissing the side of his neck. he rubs his hand up and down your back as the other rubs your thigh, taking your head off of his shoulder looking up at him, both of your eyes locking , you feel butterflies in your stomach as eric moves closer and closer until finally his lips are on yours

the kiss was passionate, you both had been waiting for this moment for a long time, he moves in closer holding the side of your face as one of your hand reaches into his hair while the other is pressed against his chest, you softly moan into the kiss as eric moves your bottoms to the side before entering his finger into your pussy without breaking the kiss

“ fuck eric” you moan noticing his eyes are now darker than they were before “ you’re so tight baby, when’s the last time you had sex” he asks kissing your neck “ the last time was with you” you say looking at him, eric smiles at the thought of no one else fucking you but him

he enters another finger into you causing you to moan loudly before eric covers your mouth with his other hand “ shh babygirl they can still hear you over the music, you don’t want anyone to hear us do you?” he says as he fucks you with his fingers “ fuck eric i’m gonna cum” you whine, he stops thrusting his fingers in you “ fuck yourself on my fingers baby” he says kissing your head, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten as you ride his fingers “ cum for me love” eric says, you throw your head back letting yourself ride out your climax releasing onto his fingers, you moan as your body begins to shake “ good girl” eric kisses your lips once again before letting you catch your breath as he fixes your bathing suit

getting out of the pool you notice eric’s dick poking out of his pants “ i feel bad let me help you” you say as he looks down at you “ i’ll be okay for now, i think somone will come looking for us if we’re out here any longer” he chuckles palming his boner

the sliding glass door opens “ hey we’re going start up a game of football if you wanna join” miles says poking his out of the door “ okay we’ll be right there” eric responds drying himself off as you do the same

sitting in the grass you watch majority of the guys play football, kevin and jacob walk up next to you as you invite them to sit down “ im finally meeting the girl eric won’t ever shut up about” kevin says looking to you

“ really he talks about me?” you ask

“ literally all the time” jacob responds

it goes quiet for a moment before kevin speaks again “ the two of you have chemistry you know?” he says. “ yeah we all could sense it the moment you got here” jacob adds

you sigh “ yeah that’s how it is with eric and i, no matter how long we go without talking to each other the moment we’re together we act as if we’re magnets constantly gravitating towards one another”

“ i haven’t seen eric this happy in a while” jacob states

“ yeah i’ve never seen him so in love” kevin says

“ you think he’s still in love with me?” you ask

“ oh we know he’s still in love with you” they both reassure you

“ i never stopped loving him you know, i did everything to avoid him, to stop thinking about him and look where it led me” you laugh looking over at eric who was running with the football in his hands

“ i think you should tell him that, he’s been beating himself up a lot about still being hooked on you all these years later” jacob says quickly stopping the conversation as eric approaches you

he sits down next to you pulling you into a hug “ ew eric get off of me your all sweaty” you yell pushing him off of you as he laughs hysterically, kevin and jacob smile at the sight of you both as you get up running away from eric as he tries to wipe his sweat on you. eventually capturing you in his arms eric throws you over his shoulder as you kick and scream pleading him to let you down

you are now all in front of the big tv everyone spread across the living room watching a horror movie, eric laid behind you on the couch as his arms wrapped around your waist, legs tangled together, at this point everyone had caught on that you and eric weren’t just “friends” miles smiles at the two of you cuddled on the couch. throughout the movie you and eric scream every so often hugging eachother tightly, everyone laughing at how scared you two are. as the move comes to an end eric moves closer to your face “ spend the night” eric whispers into your ear, “ okay” you say turning around placing a soft kiss to his lips

everyone except eric says goodbye to you and miles before leaving to go back to their hotel “ you ready to head out” miles asks you, you look at him before speaking “ um actually i think im gonna spend the night here with eric” you say to him, he lets out a big sigh before speaking again “ you know what’s going to happen if you do that right?” he asks as you nod your head yes

“ are you okay with having sex with him and then being thousands of miles away from each other again when he leaves, look i’m not going to tell you what to do with your life but this is exactly what happened last time” miles says

“ i don’t know what to tell you miles, im in love with him, im going to have alot more regret if i don’t spend every minute that i can with him before he leaves” you tell him. he pulls you into a hug “ you know i just care about you” he says before walking over to say his goodbyes to eric

“ i need to shower i feel gross” you say as he laughs bringing you up to his room, you and eric both shower together, it wasn’t in a sexual way but more of a romantic moment between to two of you, his hands roam your body as he washes your hair giving you kisses here and there as you do the same to him

as the two of you get out and dry off you feel eric’s naked body hug you from behind, his hard cock poking your back while he kisses your neck as you watch him in the mirror, feeling the warmth between your legs you can tell you’re getting wet for him “ i need you” you moan

that was all he needed to hear before picking you up and throwing you on the bed, leaning over you he hooks his mouth to one of your boobs while playing with the other, leaving open mouth kisses to your body, you trace his abs as you look into his eyes letting him know that you’re growing impatient, eric chuckles before kissing your lips, after spreading your legs eric drags his tip over your clit a few times causing you to whimper before lining his cock up with you as he slowly sides himself into your hole

“ oh my god eric” you choke out, as he stays still for a moment letting you get used to his size “ you’re so tight love” he says before slowly thrusting into you “ faster” you moan clawing at his back, eric brings one hand up to your neck while the other one grips your waist as he rams himself into you“ fuck baby you’re so wet for me” he grunts

turning you over leaving you on all fours arching your back for him, he grabs a handful of your hair before ramming into you once again causing you to scream when he hits your g spot “ you’re taking me so well babygirl, i’m so proud of you” he says as grab onto the sheets tears streaming down your face“ i’m coming” you moan as you squeeze around him, your hips shake repeatedly hinting that you had finished, “ good girl” he says flipping you around again once again placing your legs in his shoulders as he chases his own high, squeezing around him once again his thrusts become sloppy and rushed as he whimpers “ shit i’m coming” he says looking to you “ oh fuckkkk” he says moaning as you feel warm strings of him cum shoot into you, he stays inside of you as he wipes away your tears giving you multiple pecks on the lips “ you did so well for me baby, made me feel so good” he says pulling out of you watching his cum leak from your pussy as he used his fingers to push it back in causing moans to slip out form your mouth

the two of you weren’t even close to being done for the night, you went multiple rounds from having you on top riding him to him eating you out and then fucking you in front of the bathroom mirror, you both went at it, making up for lost time

the last round however was different, seeing you so fucked out made eric want to do nothing but be gentle with you, he layed you down on your stomach as he laid on top of you slowly thrusting into your pussy as he played with your hair, kissing on your shoulders “ as much as i love fucking you until you can’t walk nothing will ever beat making love to you” he whispers in your ear as you arch your back a little bit still lying down, his hands roam your body as he praises you “ you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever laid my eyes on” he carefully turns you over to look at your face

you wrap your legs around his torso as your hands play with his hair slowly and gently moving his length in and out of you“ i love you so much y/n” he says caressing your cheek, you look up at him “ i love you too eric” you say as he leans in to kiss you gently

after he came in you for the last time he cleaned you up putting the covers over your body before getting in bed with you, scooping you up into his arms he places a kiss on your forehead while gently rubbing your back “ eric?” you mumble into his chest “ yes sweet girl?”

“ did you mean what you said earlier about loving me” you ask looking up at him, he smiled before kissing your lips “ of course i did, i’ve loved you since i first laid my eyes on you, and i never stopped” he said raking his hands through your hair, you smile at his answer “ good because i never stopped loving you either”

a silence washed over the both of you until you spoke again “ eric?” you ask once more he chuckles at you “ yes sweet girl” repeats himself you stop and think about the question you’re going to ask “ is this the last time we’re going to see each other” your voice begins to tremble as your tears begin to fall onto his naked chest

“ oh sweetheart come here” he says pulling you up more so that your head in is in the crook of his neck as he rubs your back, “ look at me” he says as you sit up, eric places both of his hands on your cheeks wiping away your tears

“ i promise to do everything in my power to make sure that we see eachother a lot more often” he says before pulling you back into his chest as you begin to cry harder, “ i just never want to repeat what happened last time” you say trying to calm yourself down “ it won’t i’ll make sure of it” he says

“ im so sorry i stopped answering your calls and your messages, i just felt like i was holding you back on so many levels,i never wanted you to hold you back from finding love with someone who would be there for you way more than i could’ve” eric feels his eyes build up with tears, trying his best to hold them back, but he couldn’t causing him to break down, you lift your head up off of his chest when you feel eric’s body shake with his sobs

“ oh my god eric” you coo, the sight of the boy you had known since you were fourteen breaking down in front of you made you sob again along with him

eric had always been an emotional person, but around you he never showed that side of himself, for all the years of knowing you he was always the one wiping your tears not the other way around

you sit up placing his head to your chest letting him sob in the crook of your neck this this time. “ i don’t want to lose you again, i don’t think i can handle it this time” he says in between sobs. “ you won’t lose me eric i promise, if i start taking online courses for school i can visit you all the time and once i get my degree we can talk about me moving to korea” his head shoots up off of your chest “ y/n i cant ask you to leave everything and everyone you love behind just for me” he says, you shush him “ you’re not asking, i’m offering, eric i would move anywhere if it meant i get to be with you”

“ you would do that for me, leave everything you’ve ever know behind, move somewhere completely different on the other side of the world.. just for me” he asks. you chuckle at him before kissing his lips that taste like salt due to his tears

“ i would do it in a heartbeat” you say. as the two of you calmed down you lay back on his chest staring at the ceiling “ have you ever thought about our future together, like getting married and having kids” you ask looking to him, he looks down at you “ i think about it a lot actually, i think about how i would propose and what our wedding would be like, how beautiful you would look walking down the isle in your white dress, i think about how sexy you would be with the baby i put in your belly, how hot you would look waddling around pregnant with our child, you would make a hot mom by the way” he laughs

“ how about you? do you think about our future?” he asks raising his eyebrow “all the time, i think about marrying you a lot more than id like to admit, i think about having kids with you, i even think about you doing the sexy dad walk out of the hospital with our baby” you laugh

“ i promise one day we’ll get to experience all of that together”eric says before placing another kiss to your lips, he pauses before opening his mouth again to speak

“will you be my girlfriend again, this time for good” eric asks

“of course my love, i would love nothing more” you reply giving him one last kiss

“ goodnight i love you so much y/n”

“ goodnight eric i love you more”

you went to sleep peacefully that night, even though eric was leaving the next morning you felt content with his departure for the first time, you felt really confident in your relationship this time around, you knew you both were serious about doing anything and everything to be together as much as you could

you would have never believed that the boy you met in your middle school biology class would end up being the one you plan on sharing the rest of your life with, but here you are all these years later, that boy is now a man laying in your arms after a long night of making love to each other, your naked bodies tangled together as he lets out small snores, holding each other close promising to never let go again

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i know i usually only write for nct but recently eric has been on my mind a lot so i needed to write for him hehe, i hoped you enjoyed <3

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spicyspiders · 8 months

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not a chance to slow down

Peter Quill x male reader smut

1.8k words

Tags: unprotected sex and age difference

A/N: I’ve been obsessed with Star-Lord since I played the Guardians of the Galaxy game around the beginning of the year. The one written about here though is from the MCU and was pretty much inspired by some gifs I saw and couldn’t stop thinking about lol. I’ll probably end up writing something about Adam Warlock too because how could I not when Will Poulter looks as good as he does.

The first time you spoke to Peter, it was in passing. You were tired and cranky, having driven many miles to get home during your summer break from school. You were on your last box when he came out of his house.

“Nice shirt,” you said casually when he walked by you.

“Thanks!” His eyes darted down to the box you held, “you need some help with that?”

“This is the last one, thankfully,” you answered and used one hand to wipe the sweat that had gathered on your brow.

“I wish I knew you needed help, I definitely would’ve been out here to help you,” the man responded.

You couldn’t help but eye him over. With how broad his shoulders looked, you’re sure he would’ve been able to help without getting as sweaty as you did.

“I appreciate that, but it’s okay,” you said, sending him a smile, “that mail does look pretty heavy after all.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” the man responded, and raised the few pieces of mail like a dumbbell, making his bicep flex.

It was probably from the time you spent in your car making you go a little crazy, but the man’s joke made you laugh harder than you expected. The other man’s face went red as you laughed, but after a second, he almost looked smug, like he was happy his joke had such a reaction.

“So,” the man says when your laughter has died down, “you here for the summer?”

“Yeah. After a long semester, I’m finally home,” you said, sending a grateful smile toward your house.

“Well, I’m happy to be the first person to welcome you back,” he says, sending you a soft smile.

You didn’t want to tell the man that he wasn’t the first person you saw since you’ve been home, instead, a smile matching the one the man wore landed on your lips. “Who do I have to thank for such a warm welcome?”

“Peter Quill, at your service,” he said, adding a bow.

You couldn’t help but laugh again at the display. You introduced yourself around the fit of giggles as Peter went on to laugh at himself.

“Let me know if you need any help unpacking,” Peter called from his door after you walked up your respective driveways. “Hopefully I’ll be seeing a lot more of you,” Peter said as he stood in the open doorway.

“I hope so too,” you responded, sending one last smile his way before you closed the door. The smile on your face lasted until you got to your bedroom, and fell once you were reminded of all of the boxes you needed to unpack.

Though you were tempted to walk out of your house and head next door to see if Peter would come to help you unpack your boxes, you didn’t end up seeing him until the next day.

“Are you on mail duty too?” Peter asked as he leaned against his mailbox.

“It’s one of my most important responsibilities. Nice robe, by the way,” it was pretty boring as far as robes go with its plain white color, but you weren’t about to tell Peter that.

“You like it?” Peter twists himself to the left and right to make sure you have a full look at the garment, “I just bought it.”

“Am I the first to see you in it?” You ask in surprise.

“You are. I saved it just for you.”

You let out a chuckle, though you weren’t sure if Peter was being serious, “what’s it gonna be tomorrow?”

Peter crosses his arms over his chest, looking away with an intense look of thought on his face, “I could break out my birthday suit, but that’s reserved for my bedroom and the bathroom.”

You look at him with your brows raised, a slow smile spreading across your face, “I think I would get pretty lonely if you got arrested for doing that, so I’d think of something else to wear.”

“Or you could come up to my room and I could just show you, that way I don’t have to think of what I should wear to impress you,” Peter said with a smirk.

“I know thinking can be hard at your age, so that sounds like a good idea.”

Peter’s smirk morphed into a look of offense, “how old do you think I am?”

“You were wearing a Metallica shirt yesterday.”

“So? They’re a good band, that doesn’t make me old,” Peter responded.

“How old are you?”

Peter looked away, and glanced at the mail you held in your hand before looking back at you, “40,” he answered before looking away again.

“You’re not that old at least,” you responded, smiling when Peter shook his head.

You couldn’t ignore the nervous feeling that started to sink in when you stepped up to the man, “I have to put this inside then I’ll be over, okay?”

Peter nodded, sending you a small smile, “better hurry, you don’t want me getting any older, do you?”

You meant it when you said Peter wasn’t that old. It even made more things about him make sense, like his taste in shirts, and the way his eyes crinkled yesterday when he laughed at his joke. What didn’t make sense, or really, what you didn’t expect, was the way that he fucked you.

It almost reminded you of the guy you went home with last semester. Like the guy you went home with, Peter fucked you fast and hard. You honestly expected it to be over just as quickly as that last time, but when Peter rolled over onto his back and sat you down on his cock, you let out a punched out noise of surprise.

“Tired?” You asked.

Peter grinned, “I’m not as young as I used to be,” he said, running his hands up and down your thighs. When he pulled his hands away, he crossed them behind his head, looking relaxed.

You watched in confusion as Peter lay there. When his eyes fell shut, you clenched down on his cock, hoping to get the man back into action, but he stayed still. When you clenched back down on his throbbing cock, that’s when Peter’s eyes opened again to watch you.

“That all you’re going to do?” Is that enough to get you off?” He asked with a smirk.

“Fuck you,” you snipped back. You knew from the first time that you brought yourself up with your thighs that they would quickly start to ache, but it only spurred you on. You fell back down after bringing yourself up with a moan, feeling as if the cock inside you went deeper than the poison that you were just in.

“There you go, baby,” Peter said, his smirk now a toothy smile, “I knew you had it in you,” he said, still just fucking laying there.

In retaliation for his stillness, you reached down to twist at one of his nipples with your fingers, but it only made Peter let out a groan filled with pleasure. You took to settling your hands on his broad chest, finding purchase to help fuck yourself down on his cock.

You didn’t expect after only having met yesterday that you would be bouncing up and down on his cock the next day. You could see when you met him yesterday how broad his shoulders and chest were, but now, seeing it uncovered from the shirt he wore yesterday, and the bathrobe he wore today, you could see the way his muscles were covered with a soft layer of fat.

Your head fell back as you let out moans as the cock inside you hit your prostate as you filled yourself to the brim over and over again.

When the inevitable burn in your thighs began to set in, you paused to lean down and press your lips to Peter’s. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his cock throb against your prostate, even as you sat still.

Peter answered with a noise of his own and moved his hands back down to your hips. He traced his fingers over the sensitive skin of your hips bones, making you shudder, and once the kiss was over, his hands moved to the globes of your ass.

Peter gripped the skin tightly and used the harsh grip to lift you before he loosened his grip so you could fall back down.

You felt your body go boneless in his arms from the effort that you had put in, but with the way that Peter lifted you so he could fuck his cock in and out of your hole, you were happy to let go under the effort he gave.

You panted into his sweaty neck, letting out little grunts as you tried to still fuck yourself back down on his cock. You could feel yourself approaching the edge, too focused on that to respond when Peter turned his neck to connect your lips.

In reprisal, Peter bit harshly into your bottom lip before he soothed the mark over with his tongue. The headboard slammed into the wall as Peter thrust over and over into your tight, warm hole. The sound was accompanied by the slick sound of sweaty skin on skin.

When you leaned up, Peter followed so he could stay close and connect your lips. You tried your best to keep up, but ended up with your forehead pressed to his as you panted into his mouth once the kisses were over.

With one hand still braced on his chest, you used the other to wrap your fingers around your cock. After a few tugs of your cock to the rhythm of Peter’s thrusts, your back arched and your head fell back as your orgasm washed over you.

You opened your eyes during the aftershocks as Peter chased you into orgasm. He held your asscheeks in a bruising grip as he thrust inside your hole. You almost wanted to open your mouth and let out a whimper of pain at the grip he held you in, but he soon relaxed as he fell over the edge.

Peter gave one final thrust when he let go of your ass, instead moving his hands to your back so he could pull you close. He groaned over and over again, each noise ending with a breathy moan as he came deep inside you.

You buried a hand in his sweaty hair as he ducked his head down into the crook of your neck. Peter held you close even after his cock had gone soft, his only movement being a slight shift for his cock to slip free.

You felt warm and sticky in his arms. You knew Peter had a mess that coated his chest from where your cock had shot ropes of cum, and you knew that you were equally messy where Peter’s cock had been, but you didn’t want to move.

Peter fell back down to the bed with a groan before pulling your body down on top of his. Though he wrapped you tightly in his arms, you still couldn’t contain your shiver as everything on and leaking out of you began to cool.

Peter gave a low chuckle, “did I not warm you up enough?”

You pressed your smile into the sweaty crook of his neck, “I might need your bathrobe.”

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Seasons of Love

Dick Grayson x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023 which features a ton of awesome creators and runs all year! Go check it out, and please pretend I actually posted this in April and not a month late lmao! Final semester of college is a hell of a time

Fandom: DC

Prompt: Demeter; The Seasons, Pigs, Cornucopia, Nature, Poppies

Summary: A LaLaLand-style series of glimpses into the lives of Dick Grayson and Y/N (without the LaLaLand angst).

Word Count: 4,678

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: This is my first time writing any DC, Dick Grayson included, so hopefully it’s good and true to character! He’s been one of my absolute faves for a long time, but I’ve just recently gotten the courage to write for him :)

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LATE SUMMER

I smiled at the kids running around the various animal pens at the fair, smiles on their faces as they got up close and personal with all kinds of different creatures they'd never seen before. Working at the fair outside of Gotham every August was never a walk in the park–and usually included more than one instance of vomit-cleanup–but moments like this made it worth it.

Of course, my coworkers and I were keeping a close eye on everything to make sure the animals and kids were both safe. I was in the pen with the goats helping the kids feed them alfalfa, one of my favorite posts of all time. My reprieve in paradise was interrupted, however, when I heard someone frantically shouting my name.

I turned around to find one of my coworkers coming towards me, waving his hands in the air. He'd originally signed up to be on ticket duty, but had gotten moved to working with the animals thanks to some short-staffing issues. He'd made it clear multiple times he was well outside of his comfort zone, and although he'd been doing a fair job of rising to the occasion, this wasn't the first time he'd come running over in a panic.

I made eye contact and nodded at another coworker who came over to monitor the kids (both goats and humans), then stepped out of the pen to meet Andrew, panic still written all over his face. I took a deep breath and prepared to give him a calming speech, but he spoke again before I could.

"The Wayne kids just let the pigs out of the pen!" he cried.

I just stared at him blankly, trying to process, blinking stupidly.

"The who did what?"

"The Wayne kids!" he continued, still a little breathless. "Well, one or two of them at least. I was standing by the pen with the piglets that are racing in twenty minutes, and the little one managed to let them all out! I didn't notice until it was too late!"

"Okay, uh... I guess stay here."

With that, I started marching towards the pig pen, keeping an eye out for any sign of rampaging piglets. My brain screamed at me to process the "Wayne" part of Andrew's story, but I refused to let it. I needed to deal with the piglets first, regardless of whether the ones who'd let them out were part of the famous billionaire Gotham family.

When I got to the piglet pen, which was nestled just behind the bleachers where people would be able to watch the piglets run around a dirt track later, I found chaos. People were running and shouting all over the place, but the piglets were nowhere to be seen.

"Dami, you go around the left and I'll circle this way-"

"I am not helping you recapture them, Grayson."

"Dami-"

I started to turn to see who was shouting at the same time the shouting cut off, because the shouter ran straight into me like a freight train. We went tumbling to the ground in a heap, and suddenly I found myself staring into the beautiful blue eyes of Gotham's golden boy, Dick Grayson. He smiled at me, and I scowled in response.

"What were you thinking?" I demanded, rolling over and pushing him off me as I moved to stand up. He leapt to his feet and held a hand out to help me, but I ignored it. "Why on Earth would you let the piglets out?"

"I didn't!" he insisted, holding his hands up and looking at me with wide eyes. "My little brother saw them sitting in their pen and decided they needed to be liberated. I've never seen anyone successfully stand in the way of him helping an animal before."

I huffed, continuing to ignore Grayson's gorgeous, charming, easy smile.

"I know you probably don't have a lot of experience with it, but those pigs are treated perfectly well, and they were safe in their pen. Letting them out to run amok in the crowd is putting their well being at risk more than anything else in their lives."

"Tt."

I turned at the sound of an angry, disapproving noise from behind me, then had to do a double-take when I didn't immediately see the person responsible for it. Then, I looked down, and found the youngest Wayne child staring at me with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

"Father has spent enough time working to end the poor treatment of horses at race tracks for me to be unaware of how animals to be raced are treated."

I blinked a few times, honestly not sure how to react to this ten year old staring me down. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Dick Grayson step closer to stand next to me, but I ignored him. Instead, I crouched down to make myself eye level with Damian, the younger one.

"You're right," I said simply. He harrumphed in triumph, but then I continued. "About the horses, I mean. The way they're treated... it's unforgivable. My family and I have rescued any and all of them that we can, and the ones we've managed to save are actually over by the barn right now, being fed all the apples and oats they can eat by the adoring fairgoers."

Damian Wayne's left eyebrow ticked up, the only sign of surprise or approval at my words.

"These piglets, on the other hand, I can promise you are treated perfectly well. They only 'race' at the fair so people can cheer for cute animals. All they know is they're going for a run and then getting all kinds of food and treats afterwards. And honestly, letting them out in the middle of an inexperienced crowd of people is putting them in more danger than anything else in their normal, daily life."

Damian frowned a little, and he opened his mouth and closed it again a few times before finally speaking.

"I... did not intend for them to be in danger. I will return them to their pen."

"It's alright. You were trying to do a good thing for some animals, I could never fault you for that. C'mon, I'll help you get them back."

He nodded, then turned sharply on his heel and set off with purpose in the direction of commotion from fairgoers. I paused to straighten and smiled after him.

"That was really sweet, how you handled that." I turned to see Dick Grayson looking at me, the first serious expression I'd seen from him on his face. "Dami's a good kid, but he's hard on himself about mistakes. Thank you for handling that the way you did."

I gave him a small smile. "Of course. Any animal lover is a friend of mine. I know I literally just met him, but... I could tell he's a good kid."

We shared a smile at that, a more honest and genuine one than the million-watt grin I'd seen from him before. I held his gaze for a second, then sighed and turned back to look at the rest of the fair.

"Alright, enough talking. Let's go catch some piglets."

To my surprise, Grayson actually wasn't half bad at wrangling piglets. He, Damian, and I managed to work well as a team to get each of the little escapees safely back into their pens, and once the task was complete, I left Damian in charge of giving the piglets some treats for their ordeals.

"That was harder than I thought it was going to be," said Dick, coming to stand beside me at the edge of the pen as we watched Damian and the piglets together.

"Yeah, they're quick little buggers. Makes them good racers though."

Dick shot me a smile, and this time, I couldn't help another one spreading across my face too.

"So... this is kind of a subject change, but what are the odds you'd say yes if I asked you to dinner sometime?"

I turned to face him fully now, eyebrows raised. He just grinned back at me.

"You're asking me on a date?"

"Sure am."

"...Alright, sure. You owe me dinner anyway after showing up at my fair and releasing all my piglets."

He laughed. "Fair enough. How does seven o'clock the first night after the end of the fair sound?"

I smiled. "Sounds perfect."

****************

FALL

"You okay? You look like you're about to have a heart attack."

I snapped myself out of my death stare with the cornucopia in the center of the table to face my boyfriend with a vague smile.

"I'm fine," I insisted, waving off his concerns. Dick and I had been dating for a few months now, after meeting at the county fair. It had been absolutely amazing, and I'd gotten to meet a few more of his family members besides Damian since then, all of whom had been just as lovely. Now, however, we were sitting at the dinner table in Wayne Manor for Thanksgiving, and any minute now I'd be thrown into the full Wayne family craziness for the first time.

To say I was nervous would be the understatement of the century.

"Don't worry," said Dick, leaning down to whisper in my ear. "They're going to love you."

I didn't respond, instead taking a second for a deep breath and a last attempt at calming my nerves. Then, the door to the dining room flew open, and the room devolved into chaos.

I got momentarily swept under in the sudden noise, excitement, and energy as the rest of the Wayne kids moved into the room. A second later, Alfred bustled in carrying armfuls of dishes. A few of the kids moved to help him carry in the rest, but only Cassandra and Duke, neither of whom I'd gotten to know very well yet, were actually trusted and allowed to go help in the kitchen.

Dick gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze as he sank into the seat beside mine. I turned to smile at him, but a sudden commotion to my left ripped my attention away.

"Jason, I'M sitting next to her, you already know her well enough!"

"Too late Brown, I'm already sitting."

"Then move-"

Stephanie, who I'd only met briefly a few times in passing, tried to bodily shove Jason out of the chair next to me, but he refused to budge.

"Why are you so heavy Todd-"

"It's called muscle."

"Or it's called-"

"Stephanie, here, why don't you sit across from me?" I suggested, jumping in before things could really escalate. "It'll be easier to eat and talk to you at the same time from there anyway, which means we can keep up our conversation with fewer interruptions."

She narrowed her eyes, clearly aware of what I was doing, but I just kept looking at her with a beaming smile on my face (and thankfully Jason didn't interject). After a second, she huffed a dramatic sigh and started to move around the table.

"Fine. But only because Alfred would be upset if I tipped Jason backwards out of his chair before Thanksgiving dinner even started."

I grinned at her, quickly passing some food over to Jason, too, so he wouldn't take the opportunity to rub in his victory. Once we were safely out of the danger zone, Dick leaned over to whisper in my ear and give me a sly high five.

"Impressive," he said. "If you can pull that off, you'll be fine for the rest of the night."

I turned to give him a more forced smile than I'd given Stephanie. I appreciated the vote of confidence, but nothing that had happened over the past few minutes had done much to calm my nerves.

"Alright, is that all the food?" asked Bruce, clapping his hands and surveying the table as everyone at last settled into their seats. We'd almost had another disaster when Dami tried to bump Jason out of the seat next to me after Stephanie failed, but thankfully we'd managed to avert that crisis, too, with a promised trip to my family's farm tomorrow, just me, him, and Dick.

"Yeah, I think that's everything B," said Dick, looking over the table the same way his dad did. Bruce sighed, then sank into his seat and clapped his hands.

"Alright, then let's eat," he said.

"Don't forget, Master Bruce," started Alfred, at last sinking into his seat at the opposite head of the table from Bruce. "We still need to say the things we're thankful for."

"You're right, Alfred. Thank you for reminding me." He finished scooping a serving of stuffing onto his plate, then looked up. "I'll start.

"I'm thankful for all of you, safe and sitting around the table for dinner. And I'm also thankful that Y/N could join us. I think we're all looking forward to getting to know her better."

He gave me a kind smile and tipped his wine glass in my direction, and I tried to smile back despite the fact that my heart was pounding in my chest. I'd met Bruce a few times before, but he was still my boyfriend's dad AND Gotham's favorite son (other than maybe Dick). I couldn't help being nervous, since his approval was one of the ones that mattered most to me.

"Alright, that's great," said Jason, bowling right through the moment of silence that hung after Bruce's words–my hero. "I'm thankful for Alfred's cooking."

Every single one of us around the table cheered our agreement at that, and Alfred smiled. The turns moved quickly around the table after that. I had a brief moment of panic when it became my turn, but thankfully, it only lasted for a second before I managed to pull it together.

"I'm thankful for Dick, and for all of you letting me join your family holiday celebrations. I can't wait to get to know you guys better."

Everyone smiled at my answer, and as soon as the spotlight was off me, Dick took my hand under the table to give me a little reassurance. The conversation moved on from Thanksgiving gratitudes, and slowly, I gained confidnence and comfort participating as a member of the group.

I asked Dami about his pets and was honestly happy to listen for the better part of an hour. Jason and I ranted like the biggest nerds on the planet over our favorite books and our TBR piles, and Tim and I connected over a mutual childhood love of Nancy Drew computer games. Duke was the easiest person in the world to talk to, and he made a point of including me in conversations when I started to feel a little lost. Stephanie was so bubbly and friendly, even when she was not-so-subtly grilling me on my entire life, and although Cassandra seemed a little less eager to loudly jump into conversations with me, Stephanie helped bridge the gap and we got along wonderfully. Although they made me a little more nervous, Bruce and Alfred were also nothing but welcoming and kind. It wasn't too long before I was completely at ease, laughing and joking along with the whole table without a doubt about whether I belonged there.

Even when it came to the most ridiculous debates I'd ever been a part of.

"I'm just saying, capes look cheesy," said Jason. "It's fine for a little kid, but grown adults running around in capes look ridiculous."

Stephanie scowled like he'd just insulted her mother. "Oh yeah, because all the vigilantes running around in vests look so incredibly cool."

"No kidding," Tim jumped in. "Red Hood, for example. We all remember that terrible red pill helmet he wore when he first showed up. Or Nightwing's Discowing suit?"

Stephanie snorted into her drink, and Dick's mouth dropped open in shock. Jason started going a little red in the face.

"Brown and Drake are right," said Dami, his tone conveying he meant for this to be the final word on the matter. "The capes can serve a number of different purposes, and would be ridiculous to remove."

He turned to give Dick a pointed look, but I decided not to try to decipher it. I had more important things on-hand.

"Honestly, I say this with nothing but love for the three of you, but I have to agree with Jason," I started, finally jumping in. Everyone perked up at that, turning their attention to me, but I didn't let it deter me. "I mean, haven't any of you seen The Incredibles? No capes! There's like a whole minute-long thing on why capes are generally a bad idea for superheroes.

"And granted, we haven't seen anything like that happen in real life, at least as far as I know," I continued. "And maybe it doesn't matter as much for the indestructible heroes–Superman could probably get chewed up by a jet and survive, I guess. But other heroes, I don't know what they're doing! Somebody really outta show Batman that clip, make sure he knows the danger he and his Robins and everybody might be in."

Everybody stared at me for a second, faces blank, and I started to sweat thinking I'd said something wrong. Then, people broke out into variations of grins, laughs, and agreement with my point that Batman really needed to be more aware.

"I don't know if I remember that clip very well," mused Dick, grinning at Bruce and then the rest of the table as he slid an arm around my shoulder. "Could you pull it up?"

"Sure!"

"Hey Dick?" called Stephanie across the table, her voice dancing with laughter as I searched for the video. "I think I speak for all of us when I say, I love her."

Murmurs of agreement sounded around the table, and my face warmed. I glanced up to give an appreciative smile before going back to my video hunt.

"You better marry her, or we'll have to make Todd do it to keep her in the family," Stephanie continued.

My heart stopped dead in my chest for a second at the idea of marriage as everyone around the table laughed or agreed with her. Then, I couldn't help smiling and laughing too, especially as Jason faked a yawn and stretched his arm around my shoulders before having it playfully smacked away by Dick. My boyfriend pulled me a little closer into his side and gave me a soft smile.

"Alright, let's see this clip," he said, addressing the group as they kept snickering together. "B, lean in here, I think you'll really like this one."

Bruce sighed heavily, but leaned in anyway as the rest of the group shifted too. Edna Mode launched into her speech as I held out my phone screen, Dick and his family gathered around me, and my heart absolutely swelled with love for every one of them. Dick and I really hadn't been dating long enough to be seriously thinking about marriage, but still- in this moment, I could start to picture it.

And I really liked the picture.

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WINTER

Whap!

Dick, my boyfriend of a little over two years, whirled around with a betrayed look on his face after I nailed him in the back with a snowball.

"Babe," he whined, his tone wounded. I just shrugged.

"It's training. You need to be aware of your surroundings. CONSTANT VIGILANCE and all that."

Dick raised his eyebrows and took a step towards me as a mischievous grin took over my face. A few months ago, when Dick and I had first seriously started talking about the possibility of marriage being the result of our relationship, he'd finally let me in on the Wayne family secret: not only was I dating the famous Dick Grayson, I was also dating Nightwing the vigilante. The Wayne family was one in the same as Batman and his extended vigilante posse. The few conspiracy weirdos on the internet insisting Bruce Wayne Is The Batman were right.

When he'd started to tell me, I'd first thought he was proposing. He'd been so serious and dramatic, and he'd done it at the end of a romantic, candlelit dinner we'd made together in my apartment. Then, once I realized what he was actually saying, my second thought had been oh, so that's why everyone loses their minds whenever I voice an opinion on a superhero.

At first, it had been a little hard to cope with the new worry that came with knowing my boyfriend put his life on the line every single night. News reports about the Bats and their enemies raised my anxiety WAY more than they ever had before. But Dick had been wonderful, reassuring me and helping me understand all the ways he'd found to stay safe and come back to me. And when that wasn't quite enough, the rest of his family stepped up to support me like one of their own.

Now, a few months after learning their secret, Dick and I were taking a rare full weekend for ourselves. We'd headed up to the mountains for some skiing, hot chocolate, and cuddling by the fire at his family's cabin, just the two of us. After a morning on the slopes and a delicious lunch, we'd decided to go on some of our favorite snowy hiking trails to take in the fresh mountain air.

Hence, my start of the snowball fight.

"You know, I'm pretty sure I'm the one who's supposed to be training you," said Dick, closing the distance between us further. He and his family had been giving me self-defense training at my request, but we'd decided to take a break for the weekend.

"Mmm I'm not sure," I said, shifting backwards a bit to get out of Dick's reach. "I think I'm right."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then you probably have the better reflexes out of the two of us, right?"

I knew exactly where this was going. I grinned and tried to get my head in the zone before I answered, overconfident to the last.

"Definitely."

"Hm." Dick smiled at me, and then the next thing I knew, he'd wrapped his arms tightly around my waist before I had a second to react. I half-heartedly tried to wiggle free, but before I could, Dick picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I held on to him as tightly as I could, ready for him to dump me in a snow bank and ready to drag him down with me when he did. But the flip into the snow never came. Instead, Dick started walking with me still slung over his shoulder.

"Babe? What are you doing?" I asked, trying to push myself up enough to see where we were going. "I was all ready to wrestle you down into the snow with me."

"Just trust me," he said. Even though I couldn't see it, I could hear the smile on his face. I huffed.

"This isn't exactly comfortable, you know."

Dick just chuckled. We walked a few more steps, then at last, Dick set me down again, keeping his hands around my waist as we stood chest to chest.

"I may have lured you out into the woods under false pretenses," he said, a brilliant smile on his face. I raised an eyebrow.

"If I didn't trust you so much, I might be a little worried."

He smiled, then looked at a point over my shoulder before nodding for me to turn around. I did as his hands dropped from my waist, and I came face to face with his whole family standing around the gorgeous snowy clearing. Each of them held candles or roses in their hands, and they were absolutely beaming at me. I looked at each of them, waiting for some hint or answer about what was happening, but no one gave me anything. Then, I heard Dick's voice from behind me.

"Y/N?"

When I turned, I found my lovely, wonderful boyfriend down on one knee before me, an open ring box in his hands.

My hands flew to my mouth and I started to tear up a little as the situation sank in. Dick smiled, his own eyes a little wet as he continued.

"You are the love of my life. I had no idea when I first accidentally tackled you that you would become the most important person in the world to me, but you have. You make me a better version of myself, and every day I can hardly believe I'm really with you. You not only match me and love me, but you do the same with my family, which truly not many people can do. I can't think of a better person or partner I'd want to go through life with. So will you please do me the honor... of marrying me?"

"Baby... of course! Absolutely yes!" I cried, the tears fully flowing now as I dropped to my knees in the snow to join Dick. I threw my arms around him and held him tight, and both of us stayed like that for a few long moments before Dick pulled back, tears glistening on his cheeks and a smile on his face. He pulled me tightly to him and kissed me. I kissed back, running my hands through his hair as we got lost in each for a few moments before we pulled apart again. I held out my hand, shaking just a little, and Dick slipped the ring on my finger.

Cheers sounded from behind us, and I came back to reality as Dick's family came over to congratulate us. I wrapped each of them in my best bone-crushing hug, making sure they knew how happy I was to be joining them as family in the near future now, too.

After we'd all exchanged hugs (reluctantly or otherwise), I found Dick at my side again, wrapping his arm around my waist. I tucked into his side and it felt like I'd always belonged there.

I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life just like this.

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LATE SPRING

I took a deep breath and stared at the double doors in front of me, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't wipe the biggest, cheesiest smile off my face, no matter how hard I tried. Today was my wedding day, and I couldn't be happier.

Steph and Cass had helped me find the perfect dress. My bouquet was filled with red poppies, my favorite flower. Dick and I had worked together to plan a dream wedding for the both of us, and now everyone we loved was gathered here to celebrate with us.

Everything was perfect.

I heard music start up, then a second later, the doors swung open. It didn't quite feel real as I took my first steps down the isle, towards Dick Grayson and the rest of my life.

It started to feel more real when I finally reached him, standing in front of so many people with eyes only for the man before me. We stood together, hand in hand and eyes locked on each other as the ceremony went on. We read our vows, said "I do", and before I knew it, we were married.

Dick swept me off my feet in a kiss as the crowd cheered. We laced our hands together and ran down the isle together, deliriously happy as our friends and family sent us off. We climbed into the waiting car as the door shut behind us, and I snuggled up against Dick's side before leaning up to give him a kiss. Finally, it felt real.

"I love you, Dick Grayson," I said, smiling up at him. "I can't wait to throw around the phrase 'my husband' until every single person we know is sick of it."

Dick laughed. "I love you too, Mrs. Grayson. And I can't wait to see who breaks first."

"My money's on Jason, unless anyone else says it's annoying first. Then I think he'll back us to mess with everyone else."

Dick laughed, then leaned in to give me a soft, tender kiss.

"I love how well you know them."

"Well... they're my family now, too."

We shared a smile, then settled into comfortable silence together, leaning against each other for support while we rested for the little bit of time we had now before the reception got into full swing. Tonight would be a long night for both of us, but I absolutely couldn't wait. I loved Dick with my whole heart, and going through every part of our futures together–good, bad, and crazy–was the best thing I could possibly think of.

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Love Notes (Ch. 2)

Thank you all for being patient as I got around to chapter 2 and a short playlist.

Larissa Weems x musicteacher!Reader

Kind of a mix between Larissa POV and Reader POV. If it is too confusing, let me know so that I can change it up for subsequent chapters!

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Thank goodness Larissa was able to convince the nurses to allow her a notepad. Bedrest, honestly? she scowled to herself. Undoubtedly Wednesday has already gotten into trouble again. At the same time, though, Larissa thought back to the younger, morose girl hovering over her limp body with obvious worry marking her face. Her scowl softened. She couldn’t help but have a soft spot for the girl. Seeing Wednesday forge her own path from Morticia was refreshing; Larissa didn’t need any further reminders of her former roommate…

Lost in thought, Larissa’s head snapped up at your gentle knock from the doorway. You step into the room hesitantly, worrying your lip as you make your way over to her hospital bed. “Ah, finally,” Larissa begins theatrically with a wave of her hand. “Darling, had I known you’d show up, I wouldn’t have had to improvise.” She gestures down at the small notepad with the hospital’s logo on it before giving you a wink and gentle smile.

Suppressing a blush with your own cheeky smile, you retort, “You mean you’re not known for your visions?!” You feign a gasp while reaching out to sit the duffel bag down on the tray table at the foot of her bed. You knew Larissa was a shapeshifter after accidentally witnessing her morph into Rowen earlier in the semester. That was an awkward conversation. Larissa didn’t know if it would have been awkward regardless or if it was awkward because it was you.

Of course not many people knew of her abilities at Nevermore, except for one faculty member that taught her back when she was enrolled. I’ll have to get him a thank you gift for never revealing my specific outcast status after all these years, she briefly filed away in her brain for later. Naturally it would be nerve-wrecking to get outed shapeshifting, especially during such a precarious moment. Albeit, Larissa had to admit that there was something about you that intrigued her. The fact that you now knew her abilities only added to the feeling of not being in control that you generated.

“Here” you continued. “I got your things, as well as a surprise for you.” You tested the waters. Perhaps you could still decide to claim the letter and mix CD.

Larissa looked a bit better already, more life in her than yesterday. She perks up at the thought of a surprise. You could have sworn you saw her eyes sparkle. Surely she has just felt deprived of social interactions or having the comfort of her own items. It’s probably not about seeing you specifically, you resolved.

“A surprise?” she answered intrigued. Larissa moved to snatch the bag and rummage through it. Sitting on top was indeed the letter you wrote in intricate calligraphy taped to a mix CD. “What’s this?” she continued, appearing confused with furrowed brows and an otherwise unreadable expression.

With a hitch of your breath, you worried internally, Okay…maybe you did read this wrong. Hopefully she is not disappointed or appalled at the sudden intimate gift. Defeated by your own inner turmoil, you backtracked.

“Oh, I found it on your desk in your office when I went by to gather your things, Principal Weems.” Larissa’s eyes shifted from the letter and CD to you and back. You scolded yourself for choosing such an expected medium for a gift; of course the music professor would compile a mix CD…

You continued, attempting to sound nonchalant, “But, like I said, I have a surprise.” You tried to salvage your previous statement with a reasonable alternative. Your hands searched through the duffel, dangerously close to Larissa’s, almost grazing the back of her hand.

“And voila!” you declared after a moment. In your outstretched hand you presented her signature red lipstick.

After waiting to confirm you were seriously proposing the lipstick as your intended gift, Larissa verbalized her gratitude, “Am I so predictable that you could sense I feel incomplete without my red lip?” She chuckled, and it sounded heavenly. What came next you could never have anticipated. “Help me put it on?”

Your mouth immediately went dry, and you felt warmth pool in your center. “Uh, hm? Wha-” was all you could muster. Larissa let out another small laugh and reasoned, “Well, I’ve no mirror, and these darn nurses are too good at their jobs to let me out of bed unsupervised.”

That makes perfect sense, you deliberated. You stepped further into the blonde’s space, leaned down eye-level with her, and waited for her to begin applying the lipstick. Your eyes flitted down to her lips as you attempted to keep your breathing steady. Larissa’s hand came up with the uncapped red applicator and began slowly dragging it across her smooth, plump lips. She occasionally pursed and brought together the upper and lower lips to ensure coverage, and it was as if you were entranced. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought the principal was purposefully prolonging the process. You would consider it torture if it didn’t feel so inexplicably pleasurable to watch.

Larissa questioned, “How’s it look?” To that you muttered breathlessly, “Utterly flawless.” A light pink began to creep up Larissa’s neck, but it was lost on you, as you were trying to drag your gaze to anywhere else in the room except her pouty, mesmerizing lips.

Taking a step back, you finally announce, “All is right in the world again. Thanks for letting me help, and please let me know if there is anything else you may need. We were all worried about you.” Larissa noticed a desperate tone in your voice.

You turned to leave. “Stay a moment, will you?” Larissa blurted.

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Larissa had put you to work asking the hospital staff if there was a way to play CDs available for patients. After awhile, she had assumed no such possibility could be arranged. However, you sheepishly returned with an old alarm clock with a CD player top. Before plugging it in and placing it next to Larissa, you quickly wiped off the top with a paper towel from the bathroom dispenser.

In your absence, Larissa had time to consider the gift. If it weren’t for the accompanied music, she might have thought it was a joke. Who would court her? she considered. Of course she has had lovers and experiences, but nothing of serious magnitude and certainly not in recent years. Her duty to the academy came first (and often intimidated any potential suitors). In fact, Larissa hadn’t considered a romantic relationship viable with anyone since Morticia and the subsequent tragedy that transpired.

Her first thought was you, of course. Larissa isn’t sure if her suspicion was because it was logical or because she hoped for it to be true. She couldn’t help the magnetic pull towards you she consistently underwent. Over the past year and a half, Larissa was mindful of your interactions together. She’d begrudgingly depart faculty meetings early and keep her distance during school events like Outreach Day and the RaveN. The restraint it took to not invite you to enjoy a hot chocolate with her when she was at the Weathervane and saw you pass by outside was remarkable.

Like two magnets, though, Larissa often found herself in close proximity to you. Ensuring you did not notice, she couldn’t help but linger outside of the orchestra doors while you composed your own melodies. Larissa had heard or known of all the music in your curriculum, but these evenings you played after dinner were different. She hadn’t heard these original compositions before, and they stole her away each time.

Her longing aside, Larissa thought back to any moments she encountered your handwriting. Print, she realized, dejectedly. She’d only experienced your print writing—proposals and lesson plans. Her only clue to the beautiful calligraphy within the letter was your signature from your contract. Even then, your cursive signature was hurried and less ornamental than the steadied brush lettering in question. Doubt gnawed at her.

Without being certain, Larissa could not jeopardize your professional relationship to Nevermore. How embarrassing and improper it would be to suggest such a conclusion and not have it reciprocated. Moreover, she isn’t sure if being certain that you are behind the surprise gift is a large enough catalyst.

At this moment, you had retrieved the mix CD from the illustriously decorated case and popped it into the player next to Larissa. With your back turned to her, she was not privy to your nervous and timid expression. Notes begin to sound.

With her eyes closed, Larissa lets the music wash over her, filling her up. Her body involuntarily tingles at the base of her neck as the beautiful instruments hasten in tempo, threatening her composure. Larissa is overwhelmed with the feeling as if this mysterious musical secret admirer understands her to her core. …as if each song speaking to a specific moment in Larissa’s life.

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With the music framing your discussion and filling the room, you two fall into easy conversation. Hours pass. When a nurse comes in for the third time to kick you out, stating that visiting hours are over, you and Larissa share a knowing, mischievous glance and try not to chuckle. You didn’t want to go, but you also refused to make the hospital staff’s job more complicated. Alas, you began to head out, but not before you and Larissa planned more visits. Just as you were almost out the door, she asserts, “Please, call me Larissa.” You nod and take your leave, smiling giddily in the elevator.

Throughout the next two weeks as Larissa recovered from Marilyn Thornhill’s attack, you would come to her room, listen to music, and chat as if you’d known each other deep to your cores.

Out of nowhere on one of these days while taking in the songs again, Larissa queried, “So, who do you think it is?”

“The secret admirer?” you vocalized to give yourself more time to consider a plausible suspect. “Maybe that cute barista always doting on you from the Weathervane? I mean, she does arrange their Spotify account for the café.” In part you chose this option to examine how Larissa responded to the idea of another woman being interested in her.

Seemingly unsatisfied with this proposal, the silver-haired blonde grimaced. “What? Not into women?” you blabbed before being able to stop yourself—cheeks gaining a bit of color.

“No, no, women are marvelous.” She waited a beat. “I just wonder why she would gift something anonymously? I’m barely even intimidating.”

At that your mouth gaped open. “I’m sorry? Are we talking about the same person? You? Principal Larissa Weems who towers over almost everyone with a soft but powerful demeanor that suggests you don’t take shit from anyone???”

You continue, “Larissa, my friend…are you serious?” Larissa felt her stomach recoil at the statement. Friend…she internalized, almost feeling accosted. The whiplash of being enamored with your description of her and then the finalizing bestowal of friendship gave her pause.

Mustering a lackluster response was all she felt capable of, “I’m not sure I know what you mean.” In acknowledgment of her sudden tense demeanor, you reached out to take Larissa’s hand in yours. Her warmth seeped into your hand, reminding you that your hands were always cold to the touch. You gave her a reassuring squeeze, eager to continue the contact. Your touch seemed to placate Larissa but did not completely disappear an underlying look of uncertainty.

After this interaction, you and Larissa didn’t mention the secret admirer’s identity as much in your visits.

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A week later the hospital staff finally cleared Larissa for discharge. With students heading off for winter break soon, there should be plenty of time for the principal to rest and recover in her own space. Mistaking you for Larissa’s partner, the nurses in Burlington handed you her discharge paperwork to sign, as she would need to go into your care. In a panic, fretting about bringing it up to Larissa, you went ahead and signed the paperwork.

Regardless, you were in high spirits. You could finally get back to making another mix CD for Larissa without major suspicion. Since you hadn’t needed to retrieve any other things from her office, you doubt you’d be able to use the “oh, I found this for you” excuse again. You’ll just have to get creative. Hey, maybe you’ll make your handiwork clear this time.

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Baby It’s Cold Outside Chapter 2

A/N: Warning: Mention of child abuse. Abuse. Running away. This is depressing as fudge, I promise next chapter will be happier.

Tyler nervously watched the time on his phone change from 11:59 pm to 12:00 am. It’s midnight and his father still isn’t home yet. The young man had been pacing around the room in a nervous anticipation ever since his conversation with Y/N at the Weathervane earlier today. After his shift at work, he waited antsy for his father to come home in hopes that he could ask him for permission to spend Christmas with Y/N.

Hopefully, he said yes.

The sound of keys jingling and the front door opening up jolted Tyler out of his thoughts as he watched his dad come into the living room, still dressed in his sheriff’s uniform. His tired eyes cast a glance over at Tyler as he turned fully towards his son. “Looking for something?”

Tyler shook his head no.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed already?” Sheriff Galpin asked. He sat down in a chair and began to remove his boots. Tyler watched him pull his feet free of them before putting them on the side of the chair. “I-I couldn’t sleep. Plus, there’s something that I need to ask you.”

That got the Sheriff's attention as he looked at his son with inquisitive eyes. Eyebrows raised. “Oh, and what might that be?”

“Can I go to Y/N Munster’s house for Christmas? He invited me to go.”

“Munster invited you?” The sheriff asks.

Tyler nodded his head.

The sheriff is silent for a second, looking at Tyler. Looking him up and down and Tyler has to fight the urge to look away from him, or look down. Finally, Tyler’s dad gave him his answer, and it makes his heart sink faster than the Titanic. “No. No, I don’t want you to go with that boy. He’s a menace, and I don’t trust him or his family.”

“But dad it’s only for a few days and I’ll be back in no–”

“–What part of ‘no,’ don’t you understand, boy?” The sheriff glares up at his son as the youngest Galpin falls silent. His father’s tone was any indication that this conversation was over. No more arguing or bargaining. Tyler wasn’t going anywhere, and that was final.

Tyler nods his head in defeat as he tries not to cry in front of his dad. Cry would only make the situation worse for himself if he did. So, he sucks it up until he’s safely inside the confines of his room to cry in peace. “Yes, sir. Sorry, dad. You're right.”

Sheriff Galpin nods his head. “Good. Now, go to bed because you still have semester tests tomorrow before winter break.”

Tyler nods once again as he leaves the living room, and up the stairs towards his room as he goes inside, shuts and locks the door before the tears fall down his face. He should have seen this coming. His father was the walking personification of a macho, straight male guy. Of course, he wouldn’t want his son going to an outcast's house for Christmas. Tyler was so stupid to believe that he would say yes. He should have expected the disappointment.

He sat down on his bed and looked up at the ceiling as he cried. His dad never used to be like this. So cold. Mean. Abusive. It started after his mom passed away when he was 6. And now sheriff Galpin was always on his son’s case about everything. And the worst part of it all was that Tyler hadn't told him about Y/N. That they were dating. He wouldn’t be disappointed in him, no, he would be fucking disgusted and beat him black and blue until the homosexual came out of him. Which is why Tyler hasn’t told Y/N that he hasn’t told his dad about them. He didn’t want to put Y/N through all that, but none of that mattered because he wasn’t going to be able to spend Christmas with his boyfriend.

Tyler looked at his phone and debated in his head on whether to text Y/N the bad news. Tell him that his dad has forbidden him from going anywhere with him. He could picture his boyfriend’s face, sad and full of tears, and it was enough to make Tyler cry once again, but he couldn’t. Not now. Not ever again. Maybe it was the Hyde side of him taking over, but in the recesses of his mind, a plan started to form. A plan that would change everything for him. His life. His relationship with his father. All of him. Was he prepared to accept the consequences?

Tyler got up from his bed as he began packing his things. Throwing clothes, shoes, personal items inside a giant duffel bag. He realized that his Hyde side might be pushing him, but ultimately this was his decision. He was conscious even to know what this would mean, and that there was no turning back once he chose to go down this road. And to be honest? Tyler couldn’t care less. He was running away from the town of Jericho. From his abusive dad. All of it.

….

The next day, Tyler kept spacing out, staring at nothing. He wasn’t paying attention during his classes, and he almost failed his semester tests, catching the worried eyes of his teachers. The thought of his father easily finding out about his little plan to run away. Catching him and punishing him. It made him shiver more than the cold weather was supposed to. He shakes his head, as if that act would instantly clear his head. That’s when he focuses on his task at hand, finishing his tests so he can leave school, pick up Y/N, and go. Once he’s finished each and everyone one of said tests, he leaves the classroom thinking he’s done his best. Probably not an A+ material, but good enough to pass for the semester.

Tyler holds tightly on his backpack straps as he passes by Lucas Walker. The son of the former mayor and sheriff as he nods to Tyler in understanding. This morning before school, Tyler offered Lucas a deal. If he would say that Tyler’s staying at his house for a few days, the Galpin boy would pay him fifty dollars to keep quiet. By then Tyler will have come up with a better plan by Christmas, he hoped. Lucas’s friends eyed him suspiciously as they still resented him for hanging and being friendly to the outcasts at Nevermore. Thankfully, not knowing of his Hyde side and all the terrible things he did, because they would hate him even more than they already did.

The young halfbreed pushed through the doors of the school as the frigid air of December blew through his clothes as he walked towards his truck.

“So, you and Tyler are both coming home for Christmas?”

Y/N could practically hear the smile in his mother’s voice as she said that. He chuckles. “Yeah, Ma. Tyler and I are coming home for Christmas. Tyler’s picking me up at 1:00 pm after he gets done with his semester test and we’ll head that way.”

“Well, your father and I can’t wait to meet him. Neither can grandpa Marilyn and Eddie.”

“Did you say that the whole family was coming from the old country?” Y/N asked as he pushed the last of his clothes into his duffel bag.

“Yes, dear. All your uncles are coming home for the holidays.”

“Well, I can wait to see you guys and everyone else, but I’ve got to go.”

“Okay, honey. See you soon.”

“Bye, Ma.” Y/N hangs up the phone as he makes sure he is everything ready before Tyler gets here. Nevermore was almost empty. Almost everyone had left this morning. His cousin Wednesday and Thing had left when his Uncle Gomez and Aunt Morticia came to pick up their daughter. Enid’s parents had come to get her. Bianca’s mom came to get her. Then Ajax had left with his older brother. Then a black, sleek car pulled up to the front of the school, as Xavier got in and winked at Y/N as he left for home as well. That left Y/N and a couple of other students who were still waiting for their rides and staff members.

About 15 minutes later, Y/N gets a text from Tyler that he’s on his way.

The young Munster smiled as he got his duffel bag, his backpack, and bundled up for the cold as he walked out of his dorm room, down the stairs and out to the front, waiting for his boyfriend to come pick him up. When he saw the red of Tyler’s pickup truck, Y/N smiled widely.

It pulled up right in front of him as the windows of the passenger side rolled down and Tyler’s boyish face could be seen. “Hey, baby.”

Y/N’s heart skips a beat at the nickname as a blush chases its way onto his face as Tyler comes from the driver side and pulls Y/N close into a kiss as red colored both their cheeks. From the kiss and the cold. Tyler pulled away, his blue eyes shining and a teasing smile on his handsome face. Y/N noticed the way light snow fell on Tyler’s golden brown locks and he had to resist the urge to run his fingers through them.

“You all set?”

Tyler’s voice brought Y/N back to reality. “Yeah, all set. Just this duffel bag and backpack and I’m good.” He showed the other boy his contents as he grabbed them from his hands and put them gently in the bed of his truck as he came back and laced his fingers with Y/N’s, pulling him towards the open passenger door. Tyler then puts a hand on the small of Y/N’s back, and the curly-haired barista pushed him into the passenger seat and closed the door as he came around to the driver side and got inside as he smiled. “Alright, next stop, New Jersey?”

“Yeah. I have the directions on my phone.” Y/N messes with his device for a few minutes before the navigation system comes on. It’s about a seven hour drive if they don’t stop too much.

“Great. And I’ve got a phone charger here for our phones and I’ve got chips and soda here, but if you get hungry we can stop somewhere later if you want?” Tyler asked him.

“Sounds perfect. I can’t wait for my whole family to meet you. I’m so excited.” Y/N is practically jumping in his seat with excitement as Tyler chuckles at his boyfriend’s amusement.

“And your dad was okay with you spending Christmas with my family?”

Tyler knew this question would pop up sooner or later, but he was still shocked when he heard Y/N ask it. He had prepared a whole speech for Y/N last night about how his dad didn’t give him permission at all to come with him, and oh, there was that small little detail of him running away from home. No biggie. Instead of telling him the truth; Tyler slipped into his other half. The half of him that lied to Y/N the first time when he had been accused of being the Hyde by Wednesday. The part of himself that almost ruined things between them. And now here he was, jeopardizing that very same relationship again, thanks to his lies. He just hopes that Y/N will understand and won’t hate him for lying to him again.

Tyler then put the truck in drive as he and Y/N drove away from Nevermore as it got smaller and smaller in the background as they drove through Jericho as Tyler’s heart spiked as they passed the Now leaving Jericho sign. Any minute now, his dad’s police car would show up behind them in the rear-view mirror. Tyler would be in so much trouble. His dad would probably beat him so badly that he wouldn’t dream about running away ever again and he would forbid the barista from associating with Y/N ever again. But it didn’t matter because Y/N would hate him when he found out about Tyler’s lies and deceptions. The same old tricks. Looks like Hydes couldn’t be trusted no matter how many chances you gave them.

Tyler’s heart didn’t stop hammering until they drove past Burlington and towards New Jersey.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #wednesday 2022 #tyler galpin x male reader #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin #hunter doohan x male reader #hunter doohan #sheriff Galpin is an asshole parent #sheriff galpin #past abuse #christmas fic #will get better #the munsters #Y/N Munster

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SMOOCHES!! HII ML THIS IS SO LATE GOODNESS BUT MERRY CHRISTMAS!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

I hope you spent the day filled with joy and smiling constantly and got what you wanted on your wish list! After 3 years I finally got my iPad Air and Apple Pencil!! I’ll finally be able to draw and hopefully do commissions to make a bit of money off of it! (My art rlly isn’t the best but I feel so guilty knowing my father spent so much T_T) I ALSO DID IN FACT BAKE COOKIES!!! >.< they came out amazing and I’m so happy my baking skills are improving! Just imagining fragile!reader slowly improving thanks to the help of Zandy and him making sure they don’t over exert themselves when they cook or bake. Especially since he makes sure you take breaks if you’ve been standing for a long time. Is him forcing you to sit down also a silly excuse for him to cuddle on your lap and bury his face into your chest as you softly brush your hands through his fluffy hair? Perhaps, but you wouldn’t mind it at all!

I love you so much smooches I wish I could give gifts to you because trust me I would spoil you to no end sweetheart <3 I hope you continue to spend the rest of your winter break with smiles and laughter!! m giving you so many cuddles n chu chus as a gift, despite me always giving them. Hehe!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ౨ৎ

MY DEAR 🎐 ANON (LATE) MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU AS WELL!! ❤️❤️ Congrats on your gift, that sounds lovely! I wish you luck on your commissions, and keep practicing your art! No one starts out perfect, it takes a lot of time, patience, and effort to keep moving forward in any craft. So keep doing your best 🎐 anon!! 💗

I WISH I COULD SEE YOUR COOKIES!! They must have been so yummy ehehe i would love to taste them :3 AND YES!! Little Zandy being your little watch guard with hawk eyes despite his age 🥹 Always watching what you're doing and resisting the urge to taste test the food already!! I can just imagine him pulling a chair over and giving you a look with pouty cheeks for you to sit down :( (Zandy won't take no or 'just five more minutes' for an answer!! He will also be expecting lots of head pats and cuddles as you promise to let him have the first bite! [As long as he doesn't tell the other segments...] He may have learned this technique from Dottore's persistence-) In conclusion. Zandy is the bb boy.

AHAHAH YOU'RE MAKING ME BLUSH 🎐 ANON!! I too would love to give you a gift (and lots of cuddles and hugs!!) 🥹 Enjoy your winter break too! (Although there is still time until the spring semester starts I'm dreading it ALREADY 😭💥)

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #dottore love notes <3 #zandy bb <3 #hi *takes a bite out of ur cookies* DELICIOUS #speaking of ive been wanting to do writing commissions n open a kofi but im kind of scared >.<#but for christmas my friend got me lots of cute dottore merch!! in my house we dont rlly celebrate holidays haha so ive grown up not-#getting anything (which is fine w me lol)#in addition to the dottomeow she also got me other dottore plushies and a keychain and a pin!! i put them on my bag!

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ettawritesnstudies · 11 months

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Thank You

If you’ll permit me a minute to be cliche: this photo would not have been possible without you. When I started university in August 2019, the sum of all my author-y potential measured up to:

No finished manuscripts

A pipe dream of ever publishing my work

A scatterbrained outline of The Laoche Chronicles

Forty-four phone notes full of half-witted ideas

A grand total of 3 followers on my brand-new tumblr account

At the time, I had no grand plans of marketing my work, though I knew it would be necessary if I ever wanted an audience. I chose a degree in chemical engineering because I knew my baby platform and half finished stories weren’t going to cut it as a career in their current state as an 18-year-old, and I needed to have a day job if I wanted to pursue my end dream of self publishing. I was just hoping to survive my first year of engineering school, pass my weed-out classes, and hopefully make some new friends. That fall semester passed with sporadic progress on my book, and halfhearted attempts at breaking into the writeblr community, until I decided to try my hand at Inktober and made my first few acquaintances: @siarven and @abalonetea, who have both featured on this blog since then. It was also at this point, sometime during a Calculus III lecture, that I invented my pen name:

All was going well, and I was pleased with my incremental progress until the world ended.

The less said about the pandemic, the better. Writeblr truly kept me sane through working full-time jobs and taking 18 credit hours during the semester. When I was truly close to dropping out of school, I kept going, knowing I had these online friends to cheer me up after brutal exams and long nights of studying. The tag games and community filled the dearth of interaction left by quarantine and an insane schedule. During my summer internship in 2020, I finally had the time to finish the first draft of Storge and the confidence in myself to start a website. Rereading my first post is a surreal experience, in part because I still see myself as a little kid as hiding under the blankets with a flashlight, notebook, and pen, thinking “I wanna write a book!”

I woke up the next day crying to the sheer volume of kind messages congratulating me on meeting this milestone. Instead of feeling burnt out after reaching such a lofty goal, this gave me all the more energy to keep working. Since then, I’ve been so blessed to grow this community and this website. It’s incredible to see how far I’ve come, now being able to claim:

A finished manuscript of Storge

A 3rd draft of Runaways after going through 2 rounds of Beta Readers

8 short stories and an audio drama

An active mailing list

Over 1000 followers on tumblr, but more importantly, a thriving community of writers who support each other’s releases through ARCs, leaving reviews, enthusiastic questions, and a welcoming space for new writers to share their craft.

140 posts on my website and regular readers who care about my ramblings ❤

Now I’m on my way to my new job – I’ll be doing research and development in my chosen field with a team I really like, and the freedom to listen to books while I’m in the lab. This next month will still be a hiatus for blog posts and new writing as I pack up my life for a cross-states move, but I’m beyond excited to enter change. My hope is that I can start saving for editing costs and devote more time to my craft thanks to a 9-5 schedule and NO!!! HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!! Really, I cannot say enough how thrilled I am to never have to take another exam ever again, thank GOD. With a bit of luck and no small amount of grace, I hope I can publish and share my stories with you sooner rather than later.

Thank you for all the support and camaraderie these past years. In a way, I owe this diploma to you as much as to my classmates and professors. The night before graduation, I said to my friends, “I’ve been waiting for tomorrow for eight years.” Now I’m living in the future, and I can’t wait to write the next chapter.

#etta rambles #graduation

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Weekly Update December 29, 2023

I got surgery this week, which was apparently a lot more urgent than I had realized, since the removed tissue was absolutely covered in cysts! Doesn’t matter now, it’s gone, and I got time to work on artstuffs.

TRGA: I finally got a good bite of the props done, just kinda missing the actual playing table and background for the next few shots (plus maybe some miscellaneous ones, but I think I can do those in another big go at the end). I got a room plan for this and future TRGA animations too, so backgrounds should be nice and consistent once I get around to them. Also cleaned up 1-4 Tim, his face is all done, I’m developing my a faster method of doing faces in the future, and I started and mostly finished keyframing Jon for 1-5, so tweens would be the next step after I finish finagling all the props. Might take a bit more time than expected but since I know what kinds of props I’m missing now it shouldn’t be as hard for the rest.

Music: was able to move around my plugins and install the remaining stuff from Black Friday, as well as the trial version of Vocaloid. I’m not looking to dive headfirst into vocaloid yet but I’ll watch some tutorials once I get around to it, I’m more concerned about doing instrumental music production because I want to a) have something to show, b) have something to animate, and c) eventually add it as a commission option. With any hope my pain from surgery will be down tomorrow so I can take a crack at it.

On the topic of commissions I’ve been putting off redoing them for probably a bit too long, and to combat this I have made a spreadsheet, to be filled out over the next few weeks, of miscellaneous OC drawings so I can time myself and calculate appropriate prices. I’ll try to post those drawings here as they’re completed. TRGA is still going to be highest priority, but I’ll also keep trying at music and at general drawings. I’ve decided to drop the remaining October prompt sets I didn’t finish, due to lack of interest, and in order to make room to hopefully do that epithet erased weekly set I made. I’ll also try to do those comic thumbnails where I can (probably I’ll take another crack at them tonight).

And finally on the topic of epithet erased I’ll try to throw together a little campaign for friends to drag them into it, hopefully to stabilize my mood this upcoming semester. I have at least one ‘episode’ generally planned, just need to tighten up villain motivation and stuff.

Lot got done this week but a lot still needs to go. Tonight I’ll either do a timed drawing or timed music thing, followed by some comic thumbnails.

#weekly update

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shares-a-vest · 1 year

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Platonic Stobin Month, Day 24: Babysitting

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“What are you doing?”

Steve jumps at the question, flying off his chair at the front desk and inadvertently sending it back into Robin’s stomach.

“Nothing!” he exclaims, panicked as he gathers up the crumpled paper he has been hunched over all morning.

Robin narrows her eyes as Steve avoids looking directly at her. She places her hands on her hips in an attempt to assert any kind of persuasion.

“What is it?”

“Just my planner,” he shrugs, pouting.

He readjusts his seat and resumes his spot.

“You have a planner?” she asks, dumbfounded as she steps towards him and cranes her neck over his shoulder.

This time, Steve doesn’t hide, allowing Robin a full view of his ‘planner’.

And ‘planner’ is a very loose word for it. It’s basically just a single sheet of lined paper, torn from a notebook, filled with Steve’s crinkled handwriting at all different angles. Half of a table is shakily drawn up, with names crossed out and arrows pointing every which way and a pathetic little lopsided love heart next to his unfortunate date for the week, Cynthia.

“Wait,” Robin says, pausing momentarily to pinch her nose because god, Steve is such a dork. “You are making a schedule for all your babysitting crap?”

Steve spins around on the chair, exasperated.

“What am I supposed to do?” he huffs. “Henderson’s mom is on some trip with her sister so I’m basically looking after him all week. Lucas needs more practice before the Tigers pick their lineup for the semester. Plus the boys need me to drive them to their Dragon Game Night every other day now that they are in whatever that club is called. And - ”

Robin holds out her hands, cutting them through the air to silence her rambling and panicked best friend.

“New plan,” she begins, nodding with encouragement as Steve finally takes a breath. “You write down everything you have to do this week. I’ll work out the schedule.”

She scrambles for a Family Video-branded notepad, rips a slip of paper clean and hands it to Steve.

It turns out, Steve’s babysitting duties didn’t just stop at car rides, the occasional ice cream run and (hopefully) rare child-endangerment shenanigans. It was an elaborate ecosystem of never-ending arrangements with seven other people, plus whatever time Steve had left for himself.

Oh, and Robin, of course. She couldn’t forget herself amongst all this (which this week meant car rides to work, school and a shopping trip before Steve’s date with Cynthia… he needs backup, okay?). Anyway despite taking full advantage of having a friend with a car, Robin actually wanted to spend time with her platonic soulmate instead of eighth-wheeling it with a bunch of dweebs.

It takes until closing and dividing each task onto separate slips of paper to shuffle around, but Robin manages to help Steve turn his hectic babysitting schedule into a fine art.

A fine art that is thrown into utter chaos when anybody else chimes in (apocalyptic situations not counting because quite frankly, they shouldn't). Anybody else being Nancy and later Jonathan, Argyle and Eddie.

Nancy never helps with babysitting. In fact, she outright refuses. Even if DND is in the Wheeler’s basement, or she has no choice but to drive Mike, she only ever argues with her younger brother which creates a chain reaction of bickering and in-fighting.

Argyle and Jonathan of course extend their California chill to everything, which just means allowing the kids to walk all over them and throw The Schedule out the window (once Max literally threw Robin’s colour-coded carpool timetable out the Beemer’s back window all because Argyle chimed in with a, “Don’t worry about that thing, man!” on their way to the movies).

And Eddie… Well, Mr Eddie Munson causes endless problems because he somehow possesses Nancy's stubbornness, Argyle and Jonathan’s laissez-faire attitudes, Robin’s own tendency for distraction as well as Steve’s sole interest in romantic attention. All of which combined into a single devilish being who brings untold carnage.

“Like a well-oiled machine,” Robin coos before downing the last of her beer and crushing the can in her hand, triumphant over the scene before her.

She watches as the kids mingle around the Harringtons' pool, enjoying a warm summer afternoon while she helps Steve at the barbeque.

Although she’s unaware that Eddie is creeping up behind the two of them with Nancy in tow, both mildly high courtesy of Argyle and Jonathan (who are late with the other burger supplies from the kitchen) and ready to throw a fully-clothed Steve into the pool...

#i'm holding myself to writing a sequel tomorrow #lily YOU WILL write gahhh #platonic with a capital p #platonic soulmates #steve harrington #robin buckley #the spicy six #stobinmonth #stobin month #babysitter steve

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Update 🥴

Soooo yall I know promised the holiday fics but either a) they’re just going to be put out later or b) we might need to wait till next year… end of the semester was crazyyyy for me honestly. Thanksgiving break I did a bit of traveling, when I got back I had 3 papers and 3 exams to get done all in about 2 weeks— I’m done luckily, we’re through all the stress but now I’m on vacation and won’t be back home till Christmas so… 😬

The chances of me getting things done while I’m here is pretty slim, we’re pretty booked so I really won’t have too much time to write unfortunately… I might be able to do the Tae one I had planned because that one is short and even though it’ll be a little late, I might be able to get it out and done! I had started Jimin and Jk’s fics but they’re a bit longer and def won’t get it done before Christmas butttt maybe a delayed January post… maybe? I won’t make any promises because I’ve been so stressed basically since November and I don’t want to overdo it before the next semester starts and I have work all over again. I’ll write what I can but again like I promised things are planned and nearly ready for next year if all else fails. Pecattiphilia will be returning soon, my first part of my Jk series will certainly be posted sometime next year, working on the last two parts before I am ready to post— plus I’ll finally get back to all those unfinished oneshots I have sitting in my drafts still. 2024 I’ll be back hopefully more than ever!

Also been really sad since Tae, Joon, Jk, and Jimin all left— been an army since 2017 and I’m so used to having them in my life. Flip flopping between 2025 will be here before we know it and just dread cause it’s only been a few days and I’m this close to loosing it. It’s actually crazy, even though I didn’t start posting on tumblr till 2020 I think I’ve been working on BTS fics since the year I became a fan. That work is on wattpad and if you ever want a good laugh you can check out ‘If…’ major cringe but also a bit of a tease for my major project *hint hint cause I feel bad* A better version of it will be out hopefully soon here on tumblr! Anyway, that was to say that BTS have seriously been a major part of my life and I feel lost knowing that we have to move the next 18 months without them, many of yall probably feel the same way. I will do my best next year along with Seokjin and Hobi at filling the void a little until our ot7 returns better than ever. Miss my babies lots and ughhhh can’t wait for 2025!

tl;dr

Traveling, exams, papers kept me busy and couldn’t work on holiday fics— might be published later in January but no promises,,, working on stuff to post next year,,, missing bts like crazy, bring my babies home :’)

#yoonieper updates #missing bts

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It’s Nice To Have A Friend | Dixie Locke x Reader

Your childhood friend Dixie comes to you for comfort after Elvis breaks up with her at prom. In the months after, you get to spend more and more time together, and you discover something new about your feelings towards her. Better keep that under wraps, it’s not like she’ll ever feel the same… right?

a/n: So sorry I’ve been gone for so long y’all! Final semester of college is definitely not easy 😭 Hopefully this makes up at least a little bit for my absence! I spent two weeks writing this (writer’s block smh 😭), and I've fallen fully in love with Natasha’s Dixie 🥺

Word count: 2850

Warnings: a couple swear words, Dixie being sunshine personified, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

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Knock, knock

It’s been about 15 minutes since your date dropped you off at home when you hear a knock at your door. You slip the last bobby pin out of your hair as you swing the door open to reveal your best friend of 10 years with tears streaming down her face.

“Dixie, what’s wrong?” you ask, concerned, stepping aside to let her in.

“Elvis—” she sniffles, “Elvis broke up with me.” She sobs, her carefully-applied makeup turning into messy streaks down her face.

“Oh, Dixie,” you pull her into a hug as she buries her face in your shoulder. “Honey… I’m so, so sorry. I’ll happily punch him in his pretty face if you want.” You joke, and you feel her laugh wetly against your shoulder. “I’m serious, though. You don’t deserve that, especially on prom night.”

“Thank you,” she says softly, “Can I just… stay here for a bit? I don’t want to think about him right now.”

“Of course,” you say, “I have ice cream and Frank Sinatra records, we can just hang out in my room like we used to.”

She grins at you, wiping away the last few tears on her face, “I’d love that.”

The two of you spend most of the night in your room, listening to Dixie’s favorite Sinatra records and avoiding any conversation of Elvis.

•••

Over the next few months, you and Dixie get to spend more time together than you ever had while she and Elvis were dating. Dixie has sworn off boys for the moment, claiming that she doesn’t want to risk another “Elvis situation” happening, which you absolutely understand. You thought the two of them were going to be together forever, but for him to just drop her like that? She deserved better.

I’d treat her better.

You’re mindlessly doing chores when the thought pops into your head unprompted, and you shake yourself. What? No, Dixie’s your best friend, and that’s it. You’re just being a good friend and helping her recover from her breakup. Sure, you’ll sometimes feel a spark if your hands brush while walking, or you’ll catch yourself staring at her lips as she talks and have to force yourself to focus on what she’s saying and not where the words are coming from, or you’ll get something akin to butterflies when she turns that sunshine-bright smile towards you, or—

Oh.

You freeze in the middle of folding your laundry and collapse to sit on the edge of your bed as the realization hits you.

You’re in love with your best friend Dixie Locke.

This realization is quickly followed by another one: you can’t ever tell her.

There was absolutely no way she’d ever feel the same, and even if you know she’d reject you in the sweetest way possible, you don’t want to ruin your friendship by telling her. Admitting your feelings would change your relationship in a way that couldn’t ever be undone, if she even wanted to stay friends, and you know you won’t be able to handle that after 10 years of being her best friend.

The only solution you can think of is simply… hiding your feelings. Pushing them down until they disappear. Because they have to at some point, right?

•••

Wrong, you decide when Dixie asks you to come dress shopping with her after a month of you pushing down your newfound feelings with no sign of them fading. So very, very wrong.

You feel like your heart’s going to burst every time Dixie steps out of the dressing room to ask your opinion on a dress. How did you ever survive seeing her like this? Her sunshine bright smile, the little giggles of glee as she steps out in a new dress…

“What do you think?” Dixie asks as she steps out in a soft blue dress patterned with daisies. She twirls her way to the mirror as you take her in and try to remember what words are.

“That color is perfect,” you settle on as you stand behind her, taking in her reflection. You can’t resist adding on a quiet “you look gorgeous,” and it’s absolutely worth it when her sparkling brown eyes meet yours in the mirror as her face lights up with a smile. You return the smile, your gaze flicking down to her lips for a split second before you remember yourself and step back.

Dixie’s smile fades slightly at the distance you put between the two of you, but she recovers quickly. “So, this is the one?” she asks brightly, fiddling with one of the embroidered daisies.

“Well, if it were up to me I’d say buy all of them,” you tease, the butterflies in your stomach going haywire as she giggles. “But if we have to choose one… yes, I really like that one.”

“This one it is!” she chirps, giving one final twirl before slipping back into the dressing room.

“Now it’s your turn,” she announces brightly as she steps out of the dressing room one final time.

You blink, baffled, “My turn? Dixie I already told you, I don’t need any new dress—”

She cuts you off with a wave of her hand, “Oh hush, you don’t have to buy one, I promise. But trying them on is half the fun! I saw a few that I really think you’ll love.” She punctuates her last statement with a slight tilt of her head, looking up at you with those pretty, pleading eyes that she knows you can’t resist. Minx.

“Fine,” you relent with a groan, and Dixie squeals with delight, shoving you into the dressing room before rushing off to find her selections for you.

•••

“Y/N, come on, I wanna see!” Dixie calls from outside the dressing room.

You sigh, smoothing down the skirt once more, and finally step out to where Dixie’s waiting. “This dress is gorgeous, Dixie, but I really don’t think—”You're cut off at the sight of Dixie staring at you, her jaw dropped.

“What?” You ask, suddenly self-conscious. Did it not fit right? Dixie had made sure to pick one out in your favorite color, but was it not looking right on you?

“Uh… nothing, I just…” she seems to shake herself out of… whatever odd mood she’s in and continues, “You look gorgeous, that dress is absolutely perfect.”

Her voice is softer, more… sincere, for lack of a better term, than her usual bright chirps, and it sends warmth flooding through your body right down to your toes.

“You really think so?” You ask, turning to look at yourself in the mirror and praying she doesn’t notice the blush flooding your face.

“Absolutely,” she beams, meeting your eyes in the mirror as she comes up behind you, “You should get it.”

“Dixie,” the rosy spell her compliment has on you is broken as you turn to face her and say, “Even if I did get it, where would I wear it? You know I hardly ever go out.”

Dixie thinks for a moment. “Well, we haven’t had a real girl’s day in a bit. We could go out in our new dresses, get breakfast, lunch, just make a day of it.” she suggests, and you can’t resist the sparkle in her eyes at the idea. You nod, your smile widening, and she lets out another squeal of delight.

•••

The next Saturday, you step outside to meet Dixie with a smile and a paper bag in hand.

“Ready to go?” She asks, grinning.

“Of course!” you reply, “Mama didn’t want us spending money on both breakfast and lunch so she packed us a couple doughnuts,” you gesture to the paper bag, “and I have money for coffee from the diner if you want.”

“That sounds perfect,” Dixie beams

You and Dixie spend the morning walking around Tom Lee Park. Your heart swells every time Dixie points out a cloud or stops to say hello to a bird, and you pray she doesn’t notice how much you’re staring at her as the sunlight shines in a halo around her head.

After you’ve exhausted yourselves at the park, the two of you make your way to the Arcade restaurant. You avoid mentioning that this is Elvis’s favorite restaurant, as Dixie surely knows, and instead silently pray that Elvis decides not to come here today. The last thing either of you— especially Dixie— need today is Elvis showing up to ruin your perfectly nice day.

Your prayers unfortunately go unanswered as, shortly after your food is delivered to the little booth you and Dixie are sharing, the bell at the door rings signaling the arrival of another customer. Both you and Dixie turn at the sound, and your blood boils at the sight of the boy who broke Dixie’s heart entering the restaurant. You turn back to Dixie with a gentle nod and say softly, “Just ignore him.”

This plan works… until it doesn’t, as Elvis makes a beeline towards where you and Dixie are sitting at the back of the diner.

You straighten up, making no attempt to hide your frown as he approaches the table. “Elvis,” you greet, deadpan, once it’s clear that you can’t exactly ignore him standing right next to you.

“Uh, hey Y/N, Dixie,” he says with a nervous nod at both of you.

“What do you want, Elvis?” Dixie asks softly, refusing to even look up from the basket of fries the two of you were sharing.

“Look, Dixie, uh… can we talk?” His eyes flick over to you for a split second before he adds, “Alone?”

Dixie is silent for a bit, weighing her options. Eventually, she sighs, “Fine.”

You push down your apprehension and give her an encouraging nod as she slides out of the booth and follows Elvis over to a quiet corner of the diner. Your eyes are subtly locked on Elvis as they enter what looks like a fairly heated discussion, and your fingers clench around the fabric of your skirt. If he does anything to hurt your gi— friend. Your friend. — you’re not above making good on your promise to punch him.

“Dixie— Dixie, wait, come on!” you hear Elvis call, and you glance up from your milkshake to see Dixie storming out of the diner. What did he do now? You shoot him a fierce glare before rushing off after Dixie.

•••

Your concern for Dixie dips into icy terror as you step outside and there’s no sign of her anywhere. Your heart stutters in your chest as you frantically look around for any sign of the sky blue dress or a familiar flash of chocolate brown hair. After several moments of frantic searching, you follow the sound of someone sobbing down an alley next to the diner, where you find Dixie perched on an old crate, angrily wiping away tears.

“There you are!” You cry, relief flooding your chest before you realize the state she’s in. “Dix? What’s wrong? Did something happen, are you hurt?”

She shakes her head, waving off your catastrophizing. “No, nothing like that, I promise. I’m fine. I didn’t mean to worry you, I just… him.”

Her usually warm, comforting voice turns icy as she all but spits the last word.

“Woah, okay,” you sit next to her, taking her hand in yours, “what happened?”

“He…” she works to compose herself for a moment, then continues “He apologized, said he was awful for doing that to me, but he—” she gives a dry, humorless laugh, “He wants to get back together.”

“And… what do you want?” you say cautiously, trying to rein in your shock.

She shakes her head, “I don’t know! I… I hate him, for what he did, but at the same time I missed him so much, but I think I might have feelings for someone else and—” Her hand is pulled from your grasp as she claps it over her mouth, her wide eyes an indication that she definitely didn’t mean to tell you that.

“Wait, what?” You stare at her, trying and failing to hide the shock and hurt on your face. Dixie liked someone and she didn’t tell you? “Who?”

She shakes her head, dropping her hand to rest at her side, her fingers just brushing yours. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not? Dix, come on, you’re my best friend, you know you can talk to me about this.” You take her hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I can’t, though,” she says softly, removing her hand from your grasp as she stands up and turns away from you, her eyes locked on the dirty concrete beneath her.

You’re about to ask again, plead with her to just talk to you— you’ve never kept secrets from each other, not once in your 10 years of friendship— when she takes a breath, as if she’s steeling herself for something, and says, so softly you almost don’t hear her, “I can’t tell you because… because it’s you.”

It’s you. It’s you. It’s you.

Her words ring in your ears as you try to process what she just said.

“It’s… what?”

“The person I like is… you.” She reluctantly meets your eyes, “I just… I know that you’re my best friend and I’m not supposed to like you like that—”

“Dixie—” you stand, trying to interject, but she continues rambling.

“But I’ve loved spending time with you these past few months! And I realized… I don’t wanna stop spending time with you, I mean you’re just wonderful, and I completely understand if you wanna stop being friends now—”

“Dixie!” You interject again, grasping her hands and forcing her attention onto you. She blinks out of her anxious rambling and—

Time freezes. Her anxiety-filled brown eyes meet yours, and every word you were planning to say— assurance that you feel the same, a confession of how long you’ve been pining for her— vanishes from your brain. Acting on pure instinct, you do something you’ve been longing to do all day: you lean in and crash your lips onto hers.

Your hands come up to cup her face as your lips move in sync, and you swallow a gasp as her hands come to rest gently, tentatively at your waist.

Once the need for air gets the better of you, you reluctantly pull away, praying you didn’t just ruin everything. Your eyes flutter open to find Dixie staring at you, eyes wide, cheeks flushed.

“Oh.”

You let out a nervous laugh, “Yeah, um. I… I like you, too. In case it wasn’t clear.”

Dixie is still staring at you in disbelief as she processes what just happened. “I— I never thought—” she eventually composes herself, asking tentatively, “When did you…?” She trails off, her nervous eyes meeting yours once again, and you know what she’s asking.

“I figured it out a little over a month ago,” you admit with a soft laugh, “I thought I could just… ignore it, that what I felt for you would go away in time, but…” you meet her eyes with a tender smile, “That’s not quite what happened.”

“Well,” she begins shyly; she leans in and lets her lips just barely brush against yours before leaning back to say softly. “I’m glad that’s not what happened.”

Beaming, you pull her in for another kiss; not a frantic, impulsive crashing of lips together like your first one had been, no. This was a delicate, deliberate, toe-curling brush of your lips on hers, one hand gently cupping her cheek as if it were made of porcelain as her arms twined around your neck, pulling you closer as your other arm wrapped around her waist.

She pulls away with a soft giggle, remaining close enough that her nose still brushes yours as she says, her wide brown eyes sparkling up at you, “We, um… we should probably get back inside.”

You nod in agreement, and the two of you duck back into the diner, your hands clasped as you return to your seats.

•••

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Elvis at a nearby table with his bandmates, staring at yours and Dixie’s joined hands. You turn towards him, expecting something akin to a jealous glare, but instead are surprised to see nothing but an understanding smile on his face. He meets your eyes and, after giving you a respectful nod, returns to his conversation with Bill and Scotty.

Your attention returns to Dixie as she squeezes your hand, and doesn’t leave until you return home that evening. You turn to her as you approach your house, suddenly unsure of how to bid your… friend? girlfriend? what were the two of you now? farewell.

Dixie, normally so shy and reserved, surprises you by quickly pressing her lips to your cheek.

“I’ll be looking forward to our next date,” she says with a grin before leaving with a simple wave goodbye, leaving you standing on your porch with a stunned smile.

Next date, huh? you think to yourself as you step inside. There was that one bookstore you’d been wanting to show her…

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