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missuswalker · 14 days

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 || 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐙚 summary: donnie asks you on a date, (to his room) and, of course, you can’t resist those eyes

𐙚 warnings: pointless fluff + brief smut because i love him, donnie being too cute, maybe too long + not proofread (aged up, obviously, let’s say seniors in hs) not proofread oops

𐙚 notes: i’m obsessed with him can somebody talk with me about this subject matter

Donnie, while not shy, wasn’t the most courageous boy out there. At least, when it came to you. His brain stopped working when you were near and he’d overshare until there was nothing else to say. You stuck around, though. You liked his stories. You liked spending time with him. He liked spending time with you, too. He’d pass you a note in class, pretending to stretch so he could drop the folded paper on the desk behind him. He loved to hear the crinkle of the paper as you unfolded it, your quiet giggles following. Every time you would write back, he’d pocket the paper and take it home.

The teacher loved your little ‘budding relationship’ quite a bit less than the two of you did, though. In fact, Donnie had gotten detention twice now for his constant whispers and laughs he shared with you. He didn’t care. As long as he kept you hooked on him, he’d take any punishment. Besides, Ms. Dulwich was exactly what her name described her as. A dull witch. She was a miserable, lonely woman who had nothing better to do than move Donnie as far away from you as possible. He always managed to get a note back to your desk, despite the newfound circumstances of having a desk at the very front of the room.

It was today, though, that he decided he needed to finally step up to the plate. He couldn’t just wait around forever. You’d lose interest or someone else would get to you first. The thought plagued his mind more than Frank, it was a constant bother.

It was 11:05, his, and your, lunch period. After debating on whether or not he go through the lunch line, he ultimately decides he was too nervous to eat, so instead, he begins to search for you. He eventually spotted you at the end of a table full of girls, the lot of you laughing and gossiping, as one does. He rubs his sweaty palms on his pants, and begins his journey towards the crowded table. He didn’t believe you fit in with those girls. They were loud, obnoxious and so… plastic. You were real. They didn’t deserve you, but Donnie definitely did. At least that was what he believed.

“Y/n,” he interrupts, ignoring the girl who he’d just cut off, rubbing his hands on his pants once again. As soon as you look up at him with that smile, he thought he might as well just marry you. He just couldn’t seem to get his words out, his mouth falling open and closing, over and over. The girls around you began to quietly snickers, giving glances and eye rolls. “Do you wanna eat lunch with me?” He finally spit it out, finally asked. Now the hard part was over. The girls began to giggle, but you nodded, standing from your seat. “Okay,” you said, your voice so calm. Immediately your friend’s laughter stops, the snobby girls looking on in disbelief. There wasn’t anything inherently wrong with Donnie, the group just thought he was kind of a freak, to say the least.

You had never thought of Donnie as a freak. You saw him as the smart guy he was, which was a boost to his ego, considering he found you rather intelligent as well, though your smarts didn’t always show through a test. Maybe he just thought so highly of you because he liked you, but either way, he knew he enjoyed talking to you. “I hate them, I’m sorry. They’re just brats. They weren’t laughing at you, they were laughing at me,” you tell Donnie, sitting across from him at an empty table. Donnie furrows his brows, watching you pick at your lunch. “Why would they laugh at you,” he snorts, his eyes trailing back to the girls who were staring right back, poking each other and whispering. “I talk about you a lot,” you say vaguely.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Donnie decided he couldn’t take it anymore. If he didn’t ask what had been driving him crazy for so long, he’d never be able to sleep at night. “Do you wanna go with me? Like, do you wanna, like, I don’t know. Never mind, shut up. Not you, me,” he rambles, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut in disbelief. You stare at him, seeming so bewildered for a moment, before you simply begin to laugh. “Yeah, I wanna go with you.” Donnie nodded in response, biting his lip. “I like you,” he says, eyes flickering all over your face. “I know,” you snort.

“Will you come over after school? We can just hang out, or I can read you this book, it’s… I think you’d like it,” he blurts, his heart pounding. He could hardly process everything happening right now, his mind going haywire. “Yeah, okay, that’d be cool,” you nod, leg bouncing under the table. “Okay. Cool,” Donnie sighs. The rest of lunch wasn’t so bad. The two of you just talked like you normally did and the awkward tension went away completely. It was like nothing changed, though both of you knew something did, indeed, change.

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As the two of you stepped into his bedroom, successfully having gotten passed his mother’s questions and his fathers jokes, you dropped your book bag on the floor. “You can sit on the bed, I’m gonna grab that book,” Donnie tells you, kicking off his shoes. When he joins you on the bed, he hesitantly wraps his arm around your shoulder, opening the book. You look up at him, giving a grin. “What are you doing,” you ask, putting your hand on his elbow. “I’m not doing anything,” he says, looking down at you as he bites back his smile. After a moment of silence, he looks down at your lips. “You know, you’re my first girl,” he says, his voice quiet. “Oh, so I’m your girl?” You rest your head on his shoulder, Donnie giggling. You loved his laugh. It was so airy and silly. “I meannn,” he trails off, looking away for a moment.

“I think I like being your girl,” you hum, raising a brow. “That makes one of us,” he jokes, causing the both of you to laugh. Then, again, there was silence. He slowly moved down, his lips dangerously close to yours. “Donnie,” you snort, grabbing his face and pushing him away. He gently pulls your hand away, sticking out his bottom lip in a dramatic pout. “What?” You think for a moment, giving a shrug. “I dunno.” He scans your face for a moment, brows furrowing. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have tried anything. I’m not expecting anything from you, I just, I was thinking… I don’t know, I thought maybe you wanted to kiss me, so,” she begins, only to be cut off by your lips on his.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to get a little too passionate, your shirt on his floor and his hand hovering over your bra. You move his hand onto your tit to give him the extra push, and then he’s all over you. “I really didn’t plan this or anything, I swear. I really like you,” he rambles on, sliding his fingers under the white fabric of your bra, his inexperienced fingers playing with your nipple. “Stop talking,” you say softly, hand fiddling with the button on his pants. “Gotcha,” he mumbles, reconnecting your lips until your hand meets his hard cock, covered by his boxers. “I’ve imagined this before, actually not to long ago, but this is better,” he tells, not able to stay quiet because he just always had to say whatever was on his mind. You almost laugh against his lips. “Donnie, you’re really cute, but shut up.”

He nods, grunting at the feeling of your fingers grazing the skin of his stomach. “Sorry. You’re so pretty, can’t help it,” he huffs, pushing his nose into your hair. He pushes your hand away, pulling his dick out of his boxers, because he just couldn’t wait any longer. “You don’t have to do anything, I-” He’s cut off with a moan as your head ducks down to take him into your mouth, tongue flat against the head of his cock. “Oh, shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” he tells you. You look up at him, one hand moving to make a ring around the base of his dick, slowing moving it up and down, the other finding his balls, squeezing gently. His fingers fly to your hair, gripping at the roots. He rewards you with heavenly moans, twitching in your mouth. You slowly drag your tongue around his tip before moving down. As soon he dick his the back of your throat and you hollowed your cheeks, he cums down your throat, tossing his head back as if his soul left his body.

You make sure he’s looking at you as you swallow, pulling away to let him take a moment. “You never had your dick sucked?” You question, running your fingers through his hair. She shakes his head, putting his thumb in between your teeth, pulling your mouth open. Letting his finger trail back down to your lip, letting it bounce back, he places a sweeter kiss to your lips. “I think I just came into next year,” he breathes, hands finding your tits again. “You’re so romantic,” you say sarcastically, Donnie giving you a dopey smile. “What, you didn’t like it?” He moves his lips to your neck, testing the waters. “No, I liked it.”

“You wanna do it again?”

𐙚 he’s such a virgin, idc, he’d be so awkward and chatty the very first time he did something slightly sexual and it would be so cute and annoying at the same time i want to kiss him

im so tired why’d i stay up so late writing smut about this man

#x reader #donnie darko #donnie darko x reader #donnie darko x you #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal x you #donnie darko smut #donnie darko fluff #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal fluff

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milfjuulpod · 11 months

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Special

req: yes

can you write a Melissa x Reader where reader is the new VP of Abbott and she’s just the most professional person ever. She doesn’t wanna interact with the staff in any way that’s not professional, she’ll refer to them by last name, has lunches in her car, doesn’t try to socialize unless it’s Melissa. Melissa never notices but reader is always lingering to watch her, calls her by her first name, goes out of her way to make sure Mel is never inconvenienced by anything at Abbott. it’s not until maybe Janine or Jacob, hell Gregory even point it out that Mel notices and confronts the reader about it. Reader responds in like the cheesiest way possible, something like “i was down bad for you from the moment i saw you” and Melissa just m e l t s!!

warnings: none

A/N: hello again 🧛🏻‍♀️ i absolutely LOVED this request, so i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing :)) thank you for all the support !!

After earning yourself your graduate degree, and interning at schools all over, you found yourself at Abbott Elementary. Despite its hazards here and there, you loved it. You maintain your poise and passion for work each day, staying on task and doing everything you could to help.

Being the Vice Principal came with a lot of responsibilities, especially working for Ava Coleman. Over the school year, just like the rest of Abbott, you grew to love her—but that didn’t mean she didn’t give you a headache every week. “Can you not eat in your car for one day and just come with me to this brunch?” Ava begged, but you knew better. “Ms. Coleman, if you’re going on this brunch, somebody has to stay here. Besides, you’ll be fine. I’ve prepared your folder for you and you nailed rehearsals,” you encouraged her.

Ava was preparing for a brunch with some people from the district, and as much as you wanted to go and support her, you had to stay. “You’re right, I did kill that last rehearsal. I guess I’ll go alone,” the principal dramatized, and left for her lunch. Walking back, you decided to do a quick sweep before heading into your own office. No harm in checking on everyone, right? You passed Mrs. Howard’s door, noticing her students taking a nap. She saw you through the window, and the two of you exchanged smiles before you parted.

“Oh, hey Y/N! I had a question for you,” a small, but loud, voice was heard from behind you. “Hello Ms. Teagues, how can I help you?” You turned to greet her. “You know you can call me Janine, right?” The shorter teacher gave you a friendly smile, and continued. “Anyways, I was thinking about doing a project with my students, they started this new book and are just loving it! Honestly I was a bit surprised, but I guess when the kids are with me-”

“The question you had?” You interrupted her. As much as Janine had a soft spot in your heart, you had work to do and a lunch to half-eat. “Right, sorry. Do you think Friday we could use the library?” She asked, shooting you puppy dog eyes. “I don’t see why not. Let me touch base with our librarian that week and make sure, I’ll get back to you.” You answered.

“Yay! Okay, I gotta pick my kids up but, thank you!” She yelled as she started to pick up speed down the hallway. You shook your head and smiled to yourself as you continued your walk, but quickly stopped in your tracks. Melissa’s door was open. For whatever reason, Melissa was…different for you. You never interacted much with people from your work life, never have. With Melissa you still kept your physical distance, but that didn’t stop the thoughts in your head that always came back to her.

Nervously, you leaned against the door frame and took in her room. She sat in her chair at the front of the room, book in hand, reading to her class. Every few sentences she would pick her head up and glance at her students, and each time you got nervous she would catch you staring. “The vine was alive! It was a long green snake! The snake fell from the tree, it splashed in the water and swam away,” Melissa read aloud. You watched as one of her students stood up from their seat. “Does the snake get Jack? Or Annie?” He asked. “I don’t know hon, that’s why we have to keep reading,” Melissa said to him, and motioned for him to sit back down.

“Sorry Ms. Schemmenti,” he apologized, albeit quietly. “That’s alright, I know reading can be very exciting. But let’s regroup, okay?” She regained everyone’s attention so quickly, and you couldn’t help but watch in complete adoration for the woman. You completely missed two teachers walk right behind you. Melissa went to go back to reading, but her head snapped back up immediately as she saw you standing. She waved for you to come in, and continued on. You sat there for the next few minutes, until it was time for her students to go to lunch. “Jacob is coming to get my kids, give me a minute and then I wanna talk to ya,” Melissa said to you as she stood up to get her kids ready.

You couldn’t help but study her every movement, the way she walked, the way she bent down to talk to the kids, everything. She had you wrapped around her finger like it was nothing. Melissa was, without a doubt, the highlight of your day. Every day. “So,” she started, pulling you out of your trance. “I need the library on Friday. I’m getting my kids ready for the science fair this year and I wanna try some bigger stuff with them,” she said. You could see the excitement practically glowing off of her as she told you about her plans. How could you say no? “Yeah! That sounds great. If I have time, I’d love to come see what you guys end up doing,” You told her.

“Yeah hon, you should swing by. I’d like that,” She responded. You tried desperately to ignore the way your heart pounded when she called you that, and went to make your exit. “It’s a plan. I have to get back to work but, I’ll see you around, Melissa.” She waved goodbye to you, and you went back to your office stomach full of butterflies.

Melissa wasn’t far behind you, although she was going in a different direction. She grabbed her things and headed towards the break room for her own lunch. “I’m not saying I don’t like her! I really like her, I just think it’s strange she still won’t call me Janine.” Melissa heard a voice she tried to ignore. She smiled or waved to those around, and made her way to sit down and eat. “She calls all of us by our last names, even Ava. She’s not social with us either, one time I think I saw her working and eating in her car. Are we not fun to be friends with?” Jacob frantically asked.

“No,” Melissa said in time with Ava, who was just walking in. “Are y’all talkin bad about my little helper?” She asked. Melissa, against her better judgment, chimed in. “She’s the Vice Principal, not just your little helper.” Ava sported a cheeky grin, noticing how that got under her skin. “Whatever, anyways, I came in here to tell you actually that the library is yours on Friday,” The principal continued her conversation with Melissa, although Janine was quick to say something. “Wait, what? I just talked to Y/N, and she said I could have the library,” she said frantically. “No, I just talked to her, she said I could have it. Sorry kid,” Melissa retorted. “Just because you’re her favorite, doesn’t mean you should get privileges,” Janine tried to say quietly, but she wasn’t quiet enough. “I am not her favorite! She doesn’t have favorites, she doesn’t like any of us,” Melissa argued. She turned her body more towards the table in front of her and crossed her arms.

“Oh come on Melissa, you don’t notice?” Janine poked. When she got no response, everybody decided to help paint the picture. “She calls you by your name. Your first name,” Janine told her. “She gave you the library over Janine,” Jacob added. “I saw her outside your classroom for like, five minutes today,” Gregory finished. Melissa was too stunned to say anything, both at everyone noting your behavior towards her, and the fact that she missed all of this. You didn’t wanna socialize with everyone, but everyone didn’t mean Melissa.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go figure it out. Sorry,” The redhead shot Janine an apologetic look as she walked out the door once again. Melissa felt her palms get sweaty as she got closer to your office. Now that she knew about all her little privileges with you, she didn’t want to say something and ruin it. Besides, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, Melissa enjoyed the rare company you brought her. As she approached your door, Melissa took a deep breath in. After a quick mental pep talk, she knocked gently. Upon hearing your, “Come in,” she opened the door as slowly as she could.

Lifting your head to look at the door, your face lit up at the sight. “Oh! Hi Melissa, what’s up?” You asked her. Melissa closed the door behind her, and took a seat across from you. When she didn’t answer, you leaned in a bit closer and furrowed your eyebrows at her. Melissa couldn’t meet your gaze, and you hated it. “What’s going on?” You asked quietly.

“Why am I special?” Melissa blurted out. The both of you looked at each other, surprised at what she had just said. “I…I’m not sure what you mean by that,” you lied. “You told Janine she could have the library, and then went and gave it to me. You call me ‘Melissa’ but everyone else is last names only. And I can’t prove it, but I’m pretty sure I’m the only person you buy coffee for once a week,” the older woman explained. You felt cheeks turn as red as Melissa’s hair when she said all this to you, and now it was your turn to avoid eye contact. “Hon?” She pushed when you didn’t reply.

After a deep breath, you spoke. “I don’t know. I don’t know what it is about you Melissa but my god. From the first day I got here I…I can’t keep my eyes off you when we’re in the same room. I want to do everything I can to make your day easier or better or just to see you smile. Everything I do here is for you. You’re special, that’s it. And I like you that way.” When you finally looked back up, you saw tears forming in the green eyes across from you.

“You…you really mean that?” Melissa asked you, like she almost believed everything you said. “Yes!” You let out a defeated laugh, tears forming in your own eyes out of embarrassment. “Of course I mean it. What made you decide to bring this up today?”

Melissa shifted in her seat. “It was brought to my attention today, that I may or may not be your favorite,” she admitted. She tried to hide the smile that was forming, but it was clear she was happy to be your favorite person. You sighed, “Well, you are. I’m sorry that it’s affecting work now,” You slid your chair back a bit and started to mess with papers on your desk. “Woah woah woah, don’t get all sad on me now. I never said it was a bad thing,” Melissa said, reaching across the desk to stop your hand from moving another paper. You tilted your head in confusion, which led to Melissa giggling at you. She stood up from her seat and walked around your desk, turning your chair to face her.

“I think I like being your favorite,” Melissa said in a much lower voice than you’ve ever heard from her. She rested her hands on either side of your chair, faces so close your noses were almost touching. You looked from her eyes to her lips, fighting internally which one to stare at. “Yeah?” You asked, so quietly you weren’t sure she heard you. Melissa nodded her head and when you did the same, she finally closed the distance and you were wrapped in the sweetest kiss you had ever felt.

After a few more kisses from Melissa, she finally pulled away. “I’m sorry it took me so long to notice,” She mumbled. You took her hands in yours and played with her fingers. “Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry it took me so long to actually do something about it,” You joked, which thankfully the older woman did find funny. “I think I was the one who did something about it,” Melissa corrected you. “Okay, fine. But either way, I’m glad you brought it up. Would you, maybe, want to kiss me again sometime? After dinner together?” Even though Melissa had just kissed you, you were so nervous about asking her out.

“I would love to, but I might kiss you before then.”

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stanchett · 1 year

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Hi, don’t mind me, I’m just here, on my knees, quietly begging for chapter 3 of Nervous...

And here it is, just for you anon!! I hope you enjoy it :)

HUGE shoutout to my new pals @zephyr-is-tired and @pro-weems-places for editing this chapter as well as the last!! Thank you so so much <3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 AO3 link

Nervous, Chapter 3

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Bolting from Larissa’s office, you power-walked until you reached the courtyard of the school, your only company a handful of students with a free period who were chatting away at the fountain. You lowered yourself from shaky legs onto a bench, dropping your head into your hands with a sigh. “This woman will be the death of me,” you whispered to yourself, cheeks heating beneath your palms.

“Hey Ms. Y/L/N… Are you okay?” The gentle voice came from one of your students, the frightened young girl, Margo, you remembered, from yesterday. Your head popped up in surprise, a gentle smile easing over your features. She sat down across from you, placing her things on the table.

“Oh yes, I’m alright. Just a little stressed about the day is all. Nothing to worry yourself with,” you revealed simply, dismissing any concern with a wave of your hand. You were certainly stressed, but weren’t ready to share why with anyone, particularly not a student.

“Alright, I just thought I’d ask. By the way, do you have a sec? I wanted to ask you something.” She looked down with a frown; it seemed she had a lot on her mind as well. “Do you think I could see you after class a little later? I had some trouble on our last exam and was wondering if we could go over it together. I know I mix up a lot of dates. They all sort of blend together for me.” She let out an anxious laugh at her own words, rubbing the back of her neck. You felt bad for her, but you were more eager to help.

“Of course, you can always come to me with any questions you have. You’ll have to excuse me though, I’m a bit scatter-brained today. Let me find a spot to write it down-” You cut yourself off, realizing you almost mirrored the words Larissa had spoken earlier, and shuffled through your bag to find your day planner and take note of your upcoming meeting.

When you failed to find it, you emptied the contents of your bag onto the table before you. Several books cascaded from the canvas tote, none of them the one you were in search of. “That’s weird, I must’ve left it at home…” You almost felt lost without the small book. You were so used to planning everything out on its pages. You settled for inputting a reminder on your phone, hoping that would do the trick.

“Alright Margo, I’ll see you after class!” You were thrilled to have your first opportunity to help one of your students, pride swelling in your chest. The young girl hopped up from her spot across from you, a look of relief painting her expression.

“Thank you SO much Ms. Y/L/N, I really appreciate it!!”

She jogged back over to rejoin her friends in conversation, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more. You checked your watch and groaned internally upon realizing you still had an hour and a half before your class began. Scooping your books and papers back into your bag, you got up to head to your classroom, grateful it would be empty this early. Your head felt much clearer now given the fresh air, and you walked leisurely down the halls of the prestigious school.

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Back in her office, Larissa typed away at her laptop, the seemingly endless stream of emails starting to grate on her last nerve. Deciding to take a break, she shut its screen, standing from her desk with a short stretch, raising her arms above her head. She strode to the window, placing her hands on her hips in thought whilst gazing out into the distance. She wondered how long it would take you to notice that something so vital to your day-to-day life was missing from your possession. Taking a step back toward her desk, she picked up the small book, running a hand over its smooth cover. She wasn’t normally the nosy type, but occasionally her curiosity got the better of her. Especially when it came to someone as intriguing as you. She found your nervousness in her presence adorable, and could only imagine the look on your face upon finding out she had read the contents of something so personal.

She opened the cover carefully, as though the book would fall apart in her fingers. Flipping through its filled pages, she admired your handwriting, surprisingly delicate for someone who was so clumsy. She came to a halt on the layout for the present week, reading all of your little notes before coming to rest on today’s date. Scrawled in perfect cursive was Larissa’s own name with a small heart in punctuation, ‘8am sharp’ in parentheses beside it. The principal smiled to herself, shutting the book and placing it in the top drawer of her desk, satisfied with what she had found inside. With that, Larissa sat at her desk once again, now excitedly typing out a short email to send your way.

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You were just wrapping up your first class of the day when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. After quickly noting the homework assignment on the whiteboard, you capped your marker and headed toward your desk, your students’ chattering rising in volume as the bell rang out. You pulled your phone from your pocket, rolling your eyes at the red “1” notification hanging above your email app.

Cracking open your laptop, you opened a browser window to view its contents. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes reading over the message’s sender a few times before being interrupted by someone clearing their throat at your desk. It was Margo. You had almost completely forgotten about meeting with her to discuss her exam results.

“Ms. Y/L/N? If you’re busy I can come back later…” Your head snapped up at her words. You briefly shook it in reply.

“No that’s alright, let’s begin!” came your response, refusing to let her believe you were anything but eager to address her work.

You leafed through the exams in a folder on your desk, a handful of them still ungraded to be returned at the start of the next class. Pulling hers from the stack, you shut the folder and placed it on top. A defeated sigh sounded next to you.

“I got a C? But I studied the textbook for days beforehand…” Her sagging shoulders broke your heart. You wanted to do everything you could to help her. Just then, an idea struck you. You reached behind your desk and grabbed a plain sheet of printer paper and a pen sitting nearby.

“I’ll show you what used to help me memorize all the names and dates. Think of this like a study guide.” You drew a horizontal line across the width of the paper, making small vertical marks evenly across it to form a timeline. Copying the dates from Margo’s test before you, you put them all down in numerical order. “Fill out the names, study it that way, and I’ll allow you to retake the exam in a few days. Sometimes the visualization helps in absorbing the information.”

Margo smiled from ear to ear, “Really Ms. Y/L/N? You’ll let me give it another shot?” You nodded reassuringly in response. “Thank you so much! I know I’ll do better this time!” She snatched the sheet and practically skipped out of the room.

You brought your attention back to your computer screen. Holding your breath, you opened Larissa’s message and your eyes grew wide for a moment. You cursed under your breath as you read the message over a few times, hoping beyond hope that this was just another one of your dreams.

Ms. Y/L/N,

It appears you left something in my office upon departing in such a hurry after our last meeting. If you have the time, please see me before the end of the day to pick it up. And do try to keep better track of your belongings, Darling.

Regards,

Larissa Weems

You felt a sense of humiliation seep into your bones. You knew she thought you scatter-brained, but now you were sure it was glaringly obvious to her.

Wait a second... Your eyes caught on the last word of her message.

“Darling.”

Your cheeks tinged pink at the pet name. If you didn’t know better, you would think she was toying with you. Had she caught on to your crush? Panic settled over you. Regardless, you couldn’t face her again today. You had only just processed your meeting that morning. Hands shaking, you typed out a reply against your better judgment.

Principal Weems,

I’ll have to stop by your office in the morning as this afternoon won’t work for me. Thank you for hanging onto it for me. See you then.

Sincerely,

Y/N

You wondered what the item could be, shutting your laptop and sliding it into your bag with the rest of your things. Darling. The word echoed in your mind; you could practically hear it in her voice. You got up to leave for lunch, dreading the confrontation tomorrow morning would bring.

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You sat alone in the teacher’s lounge, grateful to finally have some relative peace and quiet, aside from the low hum of the refrigerator in the corner of the room or the occasional gurgling of coffee dripping through its percolator.

Sandwich in hand, you turned to the bookmarked page of your current novel, shifting your thoughts away from Larissa and that damned email. She didn’t respond to your reply, so you hoped it was acceptable to her.

Darling.

The word was branded in your brain as if she pressed it in herself with a searing iron stamp.

You were just delving back into the story when you heard voices outside the door. One of them was unmistakable. Larissa. There was a lull in the conversation for a moment, then both parties erupted in laughter. Even in your short time at the school, you had never heard the principal laugh. It was loud and boisterous; such a contrast from her elegant speaking voice and accompanying demeanor. It made you fall even further for her. Maybe, one day you could be the one to make her laugh.

Just as the thought crossed your mind, a set of heels clicked against the wood of the floor, and you almost looked around for a place to hide before realizing what a ridiculous notion that was. The door swung open and in walked Larissa, ever the image of confidence and regality.

You looked up from your book, and given her lack of a reaction to you, you guessed she didn’t notice you were already in the room. Perhaps you could pretend to be invisible and she wouldn’t notice you at all. You did, however, take the opportunity to ogle at her openly, your eyes roving over her body as she walked in the direction of the coffeemaker.

You watched her long digits take a paper cup from the stack, holding it carefully while she poured the hot beverage into it. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip, eyes falling to her perfect behind and you thanked god for whoever it was that designed the dress she was wearing.

“If I didn’t know better, I would think you were staring at me.”

Her words shook you from your trance, thrusting you back into reality as your face turned beet-red. How did she know…?

Larissa stalked toward you, around the large, oval-shaped table, staring you down in return the whole way. Coming to a stop on your left, she noticed the book in your now faintly-trembling hand.

“And what have we here?” She placed her cup on the table, flattening her palm against its smooth surface as she leaned down to be eye-level with you in your seated position.

She looked past you though, feigning interest in your choice of reading material. Her face was inches from yours, but you dared not turn your head. You quickly found yourself overwhelmed at the scent of her perfume, its sweet notes invading your nose and making you dizzy. You couldn’t handle her closeness, and feared you might faint right where you sat.

Taking in the title atop the page, she hummed to herself, a deep yet gentle rumbling in her throat beside your ear. You tried to swallow your nerves but everything she did made it more difficult to seem normal in her presence.

“The Price of Salt… Quite an enjoyable read, if I do say so myself. Highsmith was certainly an interesting character, wasn’t she?” She turned her gaze to you after posing the question, her eyes holding an innocent expression.

You chanced meeting them with your own, your gaze accidentally landing on her red lips on their journey upward. You desperately willed back a whimper, practically forcing your throat to close to avoid it. Your faces were only inches apart.

Realizing it might be seen as rude to not answer her question, you nodded in reply, quickly adding, “Yes, she was. I-I really enjoy her writing,” before Larissa rose from her lowered position beside you. Your eyes followed her upward as she removed her cup from the table and took a step back, smirking in your direction before turning toward the door.

“Enjoy your break Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll be seeing you!” she said upon leaving the lounge, tossing a short wave with a twirl of her fingers over her shoulder.

Once the door shut behind her, the book fell from your grasp, and you dropped your head into your crossed arms in front of you with an exasperated sigh.

What was this woman doing to you?

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Shapeshifter and Surprise

a/n: this will be the first story of an AU i think, please let me know if you have request for futur story.

*not my GIF*

mama!Nat x Daughter!Reader & Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader

Summary: Y/N Romanoff is the daughter of the infamous Black Widow, she's unknow by the avengers. But what happen when Natasha get pretty injured during a mission and Y/N has to see her mom and face her mom's coworker.

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing explicit

word count: 1291

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If you ask everybody what they think about the Black Widow, they will tell you she looks scary, she is an assassin, so you have to watch your back, and she always has a stern look. But Y/N Romanoff doesn't think that she will tell you that her mom was the definition of the perfect mother; she is a cuddle bug, and even if she can't really cook, she always makes an effort, and she's always attentive to anything. Yeah, she's always attentive, except this time.

It was an easy mission Steve said. There were only Natasha and one of the new members, Wanda. The teen was a little afraid to be around the redhead, not because she looked scary but because she had something that could really piss off the spy. When the mission went wrong and Natasha was injured, Wanda started to have a panic attack. She couldn't lose the older woman because, of course, her mentor was always kind to her, but principally because she had something important to say to her.

One hour later, they were back at the compound, and Natasha didn't wake up. All the Avengers started to worry; she was really badly injured, and Wanda was terrified. She could barely tell them what happened. When everyone was in the living room, Fury entered and said, "She's stable." Everyone released their breath. He looked at Maria and said, "Agent Hill, I think you need to bring her." Maria nodded, grabbed her car's key, and walked out to her car.

You were in biology class; you didn't really enjoy school, but you're smart, so you get good grades easily. You exchanged papers with MJ, where you told her to talk to Peter about her crush on him, but obviously she didn't want to. You were about to write something more when someone knocked on the door. Your teacher said 'open' and you saw the principal. He looked at you and said, "Y/N, I need you to come with me; you can pack your thing."

You did what he told you, and now you were in his office, and you saw Maria Hill. She was your best auntie (with Laura, of course), and she was one of the five people who knew who you were. "Ms. Hill came to pick you up." You looked at your principal, and Maria spoke.

"I'll tell you more on the drive back, but we have to go now." You walked to exit the school, and Maria looked at your principal and said, "Thanks you," and she left.

"So where are we going?" you asked.

"Your mom was injured on a mission; we go to the compound." You started to freak out. For you, your mom was not the type to be injured; of course, sometimes she came back with bruises and cuts, but she always came back. And besides that, you have to meet the Avengers; you didn't meet them before. You knew them, but they didn't know you except Clint and a little new recruit.

When Maria parked in front of the compound, you rushed in without hesitation. You knew Friday would warn the Avengers if she saw you, but thanks to your past, you had shapeshifter power. So you transformed into Maria, and you found your way to the living room. Steve started to speak, "You came back ear-"

You cut him off, looked at Clint, and said, "Where is she?" All the Avengers looked at you confused, and Clint started to understand what was happening, He wanted to reply, but Fury was faster.

"She's in the medical bay." You looked at him. You were about to return to yourself, but you heard Maria yell.

"Y/N LENA ROMANOFF, I SWEAR IF I CATCH YOU-" She stopped in the doorway, and when everyone was focused on Maria, you shaped into Fury, and before he could say anything, you walked to her and spoke.

"Agent Hill, you need to calm down." Now everybody looked at you, then at the real Fury.

"Why are there two Fury now?" asked Bruce, and Clint laughed. Fury walked to you and led you to the medical bay, followed by Maria and Clint and the rest of the team behind.

When you entered your mom's room, she was awake and looked confused to see you—well, two Fury, but she knew it was you. A little after, everybody was around her and asked her if she was good, and some of them wanted to hug her, but she didn't let them. "Why is she here?" she asked, pointing to you. You shaped yourself and hugged her tightly. She let out an 'ouch' but she didn't pull you away. "Why are you not at school, malyshka? she whispered.

"Maria said you were injured, so I came," you said quietly.

When everybody started to examine you, a familiar voice broke the silence: "What are you doing here, detka?" That was Wanda who asked, and you practically jumped at the pet name in front of your mom. The two girls who you liked the most exchanged a look and then returned their attention to you.

"Suprise?!" you said awkwardly. Clint burst into laughter, but your mom gave him the Black Widow's glare, and he shut him off.

Natasha looked at the team and said, "Guys, can you let me with those two girls?" That was more of an order, and nobody argued; they left. "So, I think we have a lot to say, no?"

"Yeah, mom, how did you end like this?" you said.

"Y/N?" Your mom looked at you and raised an eyebrow. "I'd not be here if your girlfriend was a little more experienced."

"Oh, don't blame her, mom; she just joined. She didn't know how to have your back."

"But she knows how to catch your heart." You blushed.

"I think Steve wants to speak to me." Wanda tried to escape.

"Wanda, you can stay; I think we have something to say too."

"Euh, Ms. Romanoff, I swear I wanted her to say you, but she was scared."

"Yeah, it's true," you defend her; you know how your mom could be when she was angry, and you needed your girlfriend alive if you wanted to cuddle in your movie night.

"Okay, okay, Y/N, you can go; I need to talk to her." You looked at Wanda. You wanted to stay, but you didn't want to upset your mom, so you left.

Wanda spoke first: "Listen, Natasha, I know we should tell you, but..." She was cut off by the redhead.

"She has no one except me; we found her when she was a little baby, and since then, I care about her like my own daughter. So hear me, Wanda, if anything happens to her, if I heard you even though to hurt her or break her heart, there will not be anyplace in the world to escape, you understand?" Wanda nodded quickly. "You can go and call Steve; I need to kick his ass; he almost killed my baby girl's girl." The brunette chuckled and left.

You were in the living room with the team and explained to them how you could be the daughter of the infamous Black Widow and more about your power. "Steve, Natasha want to see you right now," Wanda said before sitting next to you. Forty minutes later, Captain America came back and apologized to your girlfriend.

You spent the rest of the day in the compoud in Nat's room. At night you were barely asleep when she talked to you, "I'm very happy to have you in my life. Y/N." She kissed your forehead, "I love you, мой маленький ангел (my little angel)."

"I love you too, мама медведь (mama bear)" you whispered before totally falling asleep.

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kayesfictioncharactershusbands · 1 year

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Sweet Admirer Kent X Reader

Request: I got super excited when I saw that you write for Kent too ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠) I was hoping that maybe you could write a fanfic about kent x reader where the reader is too shy to confess her feelings for Kent so she gives him gifts anonymously.For example when she sees he got a black eye she sends him an ointment for the eye, some sweets and a card that says that she hopes he gets well soon and signs as "your secret admirer" ( I am sorry these explanation is too long)

Summary: Having a crush on somebody and also being shy about it is really annoying. So, Y/N finding a way to give her crush some ways to make him feel better is great, right? Since he would not know? Right?

Note: Finals are done, so I am writing all the request imagines and also would eventually write my own. So here it is! Hope you would like this one!

GIF by nowadayz

(not my gif)

Let's admit it when you have a crush on a person you tend to be a bit boy-crazy like any ordinary teenage girls do. And right now, you are making an ointment for a certain siren boy. One perk of being related to an enchantress who knows a lot of healing potions and spells, you know how to make one. You get it ready and put a bow on it, with a note that says:

' Use this so that your eyes will heal :)'

-your secret admirer

You left your room and lookeda around the halls and went to the boys dorm, see you're not a stalker, you just happen to know where his dorm is. He shares it with Ajax which is one of your friends. You left the ointment with a note with it.

The next day you have a class with the cute siren boy and saw him talking to his sister. " Divina I swear this ointment works, someone left it on my door yesterday. With a note, but I did know not who it was from. " You heard him say it while you were writing some notes in your notebook.

" A note? What does it say?" Bianca asks him and you were still listening, that you didn't even notice Enid and Wednesday sitting down next to you.

" Here," Kent then showed it to them in which you bit your pen because you were nervous.

"Why are you biting your pen, Y/N?" Enid asked you but you did not say anything.

" Hello! Earth to Y/N?" Enid asked you again while she waves her hand to your face, which made you blink and looked at her. You put down your pen in your notebook and looked at her.

" Oh, hi Enid, Wednesday." You greeted them and smiled at them.

When Ms. Thornhill arrived the class started, and you were also thinking about giving Kent something, and then you thought of something.

Usually, the sirens tend to spend their time at the lake. Or the quad. You also noticed how Kent always just sat and just listening. You don't even know if Divina or Yoko or even Bianca knows your handwriting so, you know they don't suspect a thing.

All the outcasts were tasked to do what they are supposed to do on the outreach day. You gave Kent a scarf that you handmade, yourself. Since it is cold, you gave him one.

With a note that says:

I know you might be cold on the outreach day, so I hope you would wear this

- your secret admirer :)

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Of course, you left it outside his dorm. So when the outreach day came, you saw him wearing the scarf.

" You're not good at hiding your smile Y/N, I know that you are the one who gave that scarf to that siren." You turned to where Wednesday.

" How did you know?" You ask her with nervousness in your tone.

" Thing accidentally saw you, and thing told me. If you like him, you do not have to be shy, I hate to say and gave a piece of advice especially if it is about relationships. You are a great enchantress and also helped me. Be brave, and tell him." Those words from Wednesday gave you encouragement.

After all, she was right. You had been giving Kent gifts, the ointment was not the first one that you had been giving Kent. You have some sweet letters before t encourage him when the exams were coming up.

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The upcoming Rave'n dance was getting nearer, and no one asked you out. Or you didn't ask anyone out.

You were at the quad, just doing your homework when you felt someone sitting next to you.

" So, what ya doing there?" You heard someone says and that made you drop your pen because of the voice.

And so you stood up and get your pen but the both of you get down to get the pen. But your heads got bumped into each other because both of you get the pen, and your hand was on top of his. And your head also bumped into each other.

" Ouch!" You both said at the same time, and when you heard the voice again your eyes went wide.

" Ke- Kent? I - um are you OK?" You stuttered and immediately picked up your pen and stood up. He also stood up properly.

" Yeah, I'm fine how about - wait that's your handwriting?" Kent cut himself off as soon as he saw your handwriting, and without hesitation, you picked up your book and were about to leave.

But he was quick and held your wrist to stop you from walking away.

" It was you," Kent said without hesitation. While you were getting nervous because he noticed your handwriting.

" Wha - what? Wha - what m- me?" You stuttered again and you also want to leave now. You feel very embarrassed because he might make fun of you.

" You were the one who gave me the ointment with the note that says secret admirer, the scarf too. And the notes before. It was you, right?" Kent again asks you but his voice really sounds desperate.

Because you might not know this, but he really appreciates those gifts and notes. He never experienced anyone making those efforts into making him

You sighed and looked down.

"Yes, it was me. And if you think it was weird or anything I'll stop." You told him and he then let go of your wrist. He smiled at your confession.

" I actually don't think it was annoying, it was actually cute. You made me smile, and also your ointment helped my eyes. And that scarf, was really cute, especially with those notes. So, don't think like that my sweet admirer." You looked up at him since he is taller than you.

He put his hand on your chin and that made your heart flutter. And also made you blush because of what he said.

" Re - really?" You stutter again I mean who wouldn't? Your crush found out that you were his secret admirer and he called you sweet.

" Yes, Y/N. " And that made you again shocked, he knows your name?

" How did you know my name?" You ask him he then chuckles.

" I just read your name on your notebook," Kent said and point to your notebook and that made you silently want to cuss because you wrote your name on your notebook.

" Oh, right." You said and awkwardly laughed.

"Anyway, since I just found out that my secret admirer is. I want to know about you more. So, um, would go to the RaVe'N dance with me?" Kent asks you. Now you really want to scream.

Your crush just ask you to be his date. And that made you blush.

" I - um ye - yes." You answered him. And that the both of you smiled. Well, I guess giving someone some gifts and notes really has some perks. And now you're going to the dance with your crush.

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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Two Worlds Collide.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: You and Eddie strike up an unlikely friendship, built on the foundations a little white lie, are things going to unveil and fall apart, or will he overlook the slight dishonesty in favour of something more?

Warnings: No warnings, this is kinda sweet/fluff content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “So, imagine this preppy/cutesy reader asking Eddie to help to them find more “alt” clothes. the reader says it because they’re in the drama club and they need it for their next play, but reader just wants a date with Eddie ;)"

Word Count: 2.8k

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You walked into class wearing a pastel pink sweater, the collar of your white shirt underneath poking out from the neckline. Light blue denim jeans with the ankles cuffed, white tennis shoes on your feet, your hair was in loose braids as you took your seat at your desk. It was just another Monday morning for you, sipping from your pink reusable water bottle once you had tugged out your notebook and pencil case to settle them on the desk in front of you.

Glancing up from your spot as someone loudly threw themselves into their seat beside you, persona the opposite of your own. Long curly hair framing their face, dressed in beaten up Reeboks, black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and chains on the hips, some sort of grunge t shirt that you couldn’t pinpoint from where you sat, somehow he was wearing both a denim and leather jacket simultaneously. The student smelled of cigarettes and strong cologne, a vast difference from your fruity body mist, but you almost didn’t mind it. There was an edge to this guy, it was alluring, it’s like they had gotten the two most alternative students and placed them side by side for comparison.

“Nice to see you actually decided to join us, Edward!” your tutor announced, voice full of amusement and sarcasm, causing him to scoff in response.

You didn’t recognise him, but you didn’t think he was new. Maybe, like the teacher implied, he ditched too often for you to have gotten the chance to make his acquaintance. That didn’t matter though, the bell signalled above, and the glass settled down to allow Ms. Butler to start the first class of the day.

A tap of a pencil on your table captured your attention, looking in the direction of the culprit, Edward. He was offering you a lazy smile before leaning closer to mumble to you, avoiding the gaze of the strict teacher up front.

“Hey, Pinkypie. Can you do me a solid?” he mumbles.

Shrugging your shoulders, waiting to see if he was going to ask you for something that was actually attainable, seeing him visibly relax as you hadn’t shooed him away immediately.

“I’m like really behind in this class, can you write me up a copy of your notes, please?”

Looking confused, you scrunch up your face as if to silently ask why you should be helping someone that cant even be bothered to study. His leg bouncing impatiently as he’s constantly flickering his gaze between you and the teacher, letting out a soft groan as he leans closer again, “please,” he begs.

You nod, taking pity on him. He looked exhausted, and he wasn’t asking you for too big of a favour, although you made it abundantly clear that this wouldn’t become a common occurrence for you both. Neatly ripping out a page from your notebook, you start working on copying up your notes so that the poor guy had a version he could keep up with, sliding it his way just seconds before the bell rang, he snatched it up with a grateful smile on his face.

“You’re the best, thank you!” he grins, standing up from his desk once the bell went, shooting you another look of appreciation before he disappeared out of the room, leaving you to pack up your things in a hurry.

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For the past couple of months, it became a routine. You had sworn to yourself that you weren’t going to help him like this, but the way his eyes would crinkle as he smiled at you and the way he said your name so softly, you were smitten. The routine went as follows; he slumps down late beside you and places a can of your favourite soda on your desk, grape soda, you would already have two sets of notebooks out on the desk and spend the class writing everything out twice so you both had a copy. When the bell rings? He would ruffle your hair each and every time with a bright smile and a proud “thank you” before the bundle of curls would disappear out of the door. It was a simple arrangement that you really didn’t mind being part of it and it only took a couple of times before he was bringing you a present, so you didn’t feel extorted. Your parents didn’t allow you to have soda, so this was Eddie’s way of repaying you for the fact you were so willing to help him.

Somehow you had developed a small crush on the slightly older student, you had no interactions outside of this arrangement and yet the way he would look at you so fondly had your heart in a chokehold. He didn’t seem like he would be your type, rough around the edges and quirky, a juxtaposition to your preppy “good girl” image, but you were never one to expect to put people into boxes and judge them for their appearance. You felt yourself wanting to get to know him a little better, you were on a first name basis and boy did he say your name so beautifully. But it still felt very platonic and brief, and it was, but you wanted more. You would take note of a new band shirt whenever he sported one you didn’t recognise, wanting to look into his interests to try and learn about him a bit more.

Today was different, you had traded your usual sweaters with an AC DC tshirt that you tucked into the waistband of your blue jeans, your tennis shoes traded in for a black pair of Vans sneakers. It wasn’t a massive difference on the grand scheme of things, it was a very safe option for anyone else, but it was completely out of your comfort zone. You didn’t know more than a couple of songs from them, but you knew he liked them and that was a good enough excuse for you.

Once you slid Eddie his notes at the end of class, he thanks you as always before stopping to look down at your torso, this was the first time he didn’t sprint away immediately. Raising a brow in shock as he wouldn’t pin you as the kinda person to be into his kind of music, you hadn’t even realised he was looking at you as you packed your bag.

“Cool shirt, man.” He says simply, smirking in your direction.

“O-oh, thank you?” your voice full of nerves and clearly unsure of yourself.

“I love AC DC, they’re epic!” he announced proudly, this was definitely the most interested he had been in your conversations in a while, your cheeks warm to the touch, “wouldn’t expect you to be a fan, Pinkypie…” he laughed fondly.

“I know a couple songs, and the shirt was just really cool, you know? Plus, I need to play a cool ‘alternative’ girl for my drama class so I’m just getting into character..” you mumble nervously, to which he just gave you a reassuring grin.

“Lemme know if you need any more recommendations, yeah?” he squeezed your bicep before running off to his next class, leaving butterflies soaring around your stomach.

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Since that day, you had slowly introduced a few more band shirts into your collection, all considered pretty mainstream bands in terms of the metal scene. You had only just scratched the surface, but you were definitely trying to explore this more expressive sense of style. Your hair was still in soft braids, but your sweaters had soon been replaced by these shirts, your denim jeans had been traded in for high wasted skater skirts that you occasionally paired with fishnet tights. Sometimes you still wore your frilly socks that poked out the tops of your shoes, a perfectly adorable blend of preppy and metal, it was definitely catching Eddie’s attention.

“I was thinking…” Eddie starts, setting down your soda on your desk.

“Don’t hurt yourself” you interrupt with a giggle, causing the sweet metal head to playfully (and gently) smack your arm with the back of his textbook, before he continued.

“Rude! Okay, I was thinking that after school I could show you where to find more of those shirts, yeah? For your performance? How’s that sound?” he offers.

“That—That would be great, thank you so much.” Cheeks pink at his offer.

He just smiles in your direction, slumping back in his desk and drawing random doodles on his paper, he had the time to do his own notes but did he? No. He would much rather poke you or make you giggle or tell you a lame joke whilst you did the hard work, and truly you didn’t mind that either.

The bell rung. Class ended. You traded papers before disappearing to opposite ends of the school for the remainder of the day. You were a nervous ball of energy for the rest of your classes as you were full of excitement knowing that you and Eddie were going to hangout together alone for the first time ever. You walked back to your locker to drop everything in place for the night, grabbing your homework that needed to be completed for the morning, squealing in shock as hands cup your shoulders from behind.

“Jesus, its just me Y/N!” he laughed, making you giggle too, “ready?” he questions.

Shutting your locker and swinging your backpack over your shoulder, you nod once in agreement before happily following alongside him as he guided you back to his van, him talking excitedly about all the band shirts he wanted you to look at and all the places he was going to take you to. He was clearly a master in this subject, and you were more than willing to be his student, soaking in any information he threw your way and making a mental note of what he told you to avoid.

The drive to the mall was quicker than expected, climbing out of the van as Eddie lead you into the less populated side of the mall, the side where all the music and skate shops were located, a few second-hand shops mixed in there too. He immediately took you into the music store, guiding you to the back where the merch was on the shelves, talking you through all his favourites as you picked up a couple items in your size. Picking up a black Sex Pistols shirt and passing it to you, you take it with flushed cheeks as he casually says, “this will look cute on you.”

Six shirts, four new cassettes and just shy of $100 later, you and Eddie found yourself leaving the mall with smiles on your faces. Bags in hands whilst you both licked at the Ice Cream you’d purchased from one of the stands at the food court, his chocolate and yours strawberry with sprinkles. Throwing everything in the trunk of the car before you both lean against the hood of the car whilst you ate, slightly exhausted from the hot mall zapping your energy.

“So, what’s the play about?” he questions, voice full of interest.

“Play?” you seemed confused, so caught up in the excitement of hanging with Eddie that you had forgotten the ruse that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

“Yeah? Y’know, the reason we got these shirts?” voice full of confusion as he finished up his ice cream and wiped his fingers on the side of his skinny jeans.

“Oh! Oh… Uh… shit,” you mumble, deer in headlines as you were terrible at coming up with things on the spot, scrambling for something to say whilst Eddie just stands there with a smug grin on his lips, reading you like a book.

“There never was a play, was there?” his question came out as more like a statement before you could even cover your ass, you just shake your head in shame. You didn’t want him to think badly of you, but you also couldn’t lie to him any further.

“I’m sorry…” you sigh, drying your hands with your napkin once you were done with the treat.

“For what?” folding his arms as he glanced you up and down.

“For lying to you? Wasting your time?” you ask, braving looking up at his face.

“The lie was harmless, I can get over that, but you didn’t waste my time.” He said simply, a sigh of relief escaping your lips, “This has been so much fun, I love having someone invest in my interests, even if it was for a fake reason,” he laughed.

“I do like these bands, I swear!” you got a little defensive, the role was the lie, your interest in his music and his hobbies were completely genuine.

“Name one song from the Master of Puppets record, and do not say the title track, I’m waiting.” he chuckles, testing you.

“Battery, Welcome Home, Disposable Heroes…” you start to list them, a smug grin on your lips as you were able to successfully name not one, but three of their songs, he looked impressed with you. “And I know you can play Master of Puppets on your guitar, and you want the Iron Maiden zombie face thingie tattooed!”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” hands up in defence whilst he laughed, you truly had been paying attention and taking notes on everything that he had taught you recently. He had a fond look on his face as he realised you paid more attention to him than most people did, others would have brushed him off, but you went to the effort of lying to get into his circle and get him to open up to you. You clearly gave a shit about this more than originally thought.

“Am I forgiven?” you ask sheepishly, to which he snorts a laugh.

“Totally. Its not everyday that a cute little lady goes above and beyond to get my attention, I’ve gotta say, it’s incredibly sweet.” He confesses, nudging your arm with his shoulder fondly, causing you to sway a little before grinning up at him.

“Oh, shut up! I’m not cute!” you defend, whining as your cheeks betray you whilst they flush pink and start to hurt from how hard you are smiling.

“You’re the liar here, not me, Pinkypie.” His voice oozing with smugness as you swat playfully at his chest with your hands to silence him, pouting as he catches your wrist and uses that to tug you closer to him.

Suddenly his hands were on your hips, and you were standing chest to chest with him as he leant back against the car, still towering over you even at this angle. You had your hands up against his chest, eyes wide as you took a moment to admire each other in silence.

“H-Hi..” you stumble out.

Shaking his head with the most affectionate smile on his face, voice tender as he responds with a simple “Hi, love.”

A few seconds pass where neither of you said a word, unsure on what he was thinking or planning as he just seemed to keep his eyes on you with his smile only growing wider, he could feel your heartbeat pounding outside of its chest.

“Let me take you to dinner?” he asks, tone hushed so only you could hear him.

You faceplant his chest to avoid the nervous squeak that escapes you from being heard, his arms wrapping tightly around your midsection to squeeze you in his grip, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he grins into your hair.

“But… Wear that cute little pink sweater? You rocking these band tees is mega hot so like, don’t you dare return these suckers, I just kinda miss it.” He mumbles into your hair.

Looking up at him as your chin rested against his chest, gauging his expression to see if he as messing around or actually suggesting you wear that, cheeks rocket hot as yet another compliment just tumbles out of his mouth in your direction.

“You miss seeing my preppy clothes?” you ask in pure disbelief.

“I like both sides of you, don’t get me wrong. But there’s just something about how sweet and innocent you looked before that just does it for me,” he smirks.

You smack his chest once more in a light and playful manner before bursting into a happy fit of giggles, a nod of your head solidifying that you would love to go on a date with him. You promised to wear the sweater, heart fluttering at the pure reaction he gave you, he made you feel beautiful without even trying.

“Saturday. Seven o’clock. Diner?” he asks.

You nod enthusiastically, the pair of you beaming at one another.

“It’s a date,” you confirm proudly, receiving a kiss to your forehead as you did so.

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whispering-ways · 8 months

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Could you do College AU where the reader and others (u can choose) live on campus and the reader she was a trouble maker and they went to a party that was happening (with illegal stuff and alcohol) and aizawa who was a professor ruined it and the people who couldn’t escape (aka the reader and h can choose if the others got caught) and…. (U can carry on from here) I ABSOLUTELY LOVE UR FICS!!! So this is just an idea ❤️❤️❤️❤️

♡•୨୧ after office hours ୨୧•♡

✶ summary: you're a rich spoiled student who always seems to disrupt professor aizawa. He hasn't been able to do much about it till now.

✶ pairing: shouta aizawa x f!reader

✶ tags: cursing, nicknames like sir, baby, sweetheart, blackmail, creampie, penetrative sex

✶ notes: hi anon! I literally loved doing this request so much so let me know whether you guys liked it and want more fics like this <3 love y'all and hope you guys have a great day/night :)

The chalk squeaks across the board as he writes out the basic outline of today’s lecture. Steadying himself from the stress of his upcoming class, Aizawa lets out a long sigh. Bit by bit, students start trickling in and taking their seats in the lecture hall, ready to review this week’s reading about Shakespeare. “Fuck I really hope she’s sick or something, this day’s already tiring enough,” he thought, watching the minutes tick by on the clock above his desk. With two minutes left till class started, Aizawa got up from his desk to close the door, relieved to see a certain student not in his class. But that happiness was dashed the second he saw your hand stop the door from fully closing. You slammed the door open and started walking up to your seat in the tiered classroom, iced coffee in hand. The ice clinked around the plastic container loudly as you plopped down into your chair, looking smugly right at Aizawa.

“I’m so sorry I’m late Professor Aizawa. I pinky promise it won’t happen again,” you say, laughing obnoxiously. And there it started. The tirade of distractions that you did every class. Every damn class you managed to distract everyone from his lecture. Whether it was passing notes to your friends, playing YouTube videos out loud, eating during a test, or making ‘color commentary’ when you thought you knew better than him, you always managed to find someone way to entertain yourself during class.

At first, he tried to ignore it and thought that maybe you were just a freshman looking to be popular. However, as the semester progressed, it was clear to him that you acted out just because you wanted to. That’s what pissed him off the most. Aizawa just couldn’t understand why anyone would go out of their way to do what you were doing.

And it’s not like he hadn’t tried to solve the issue either. He complained to the previous head of literature and even the dean of students, but there was nothing anyone could do. Your family was a major contributor to the sports programs and was known for pledging generous donations to Harvard every year.

Your father was a powerful businessman with good connections throughout the university. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you bullied other students into doing your work and taking your tests, making it nearly impossible to suspend you from the literature program since you were actually ‘doing your work’ according to the dean of students.

Aizawa never would openly admit that he had any students he disliked. But he would say that he hated you. Every day you walked in was a bad day for him. All he wished for was the ability to put you in your fucking place just for once. But that didn’t matter now; all he needed to focus on was finishing his lecture.

He mustered up every bit of patience before replying “It’s fine Ms. (L/N), make sure you are punctual next time.” He heard you snicker in response, but he tried to pay you no mind. He turns back around to the board, explaining the first part of the homework. He heard some sighs as people marked up their work, but your voice stuck out like a sore thumb.

With every single answer, you kept commenting on what you thought. “If it were me and Romeo looked like that kid over there, I would’ve gladly drank that poison,” you say to your friend, pointing to another student.

Aizawa’s grip on the chalk intensified. “How does anyone just say that about someone else? How soulless do you have to be?” he thought, a scowl painted across his face. He continued to explain the literature review homework, hoping time was going by faster than it felt. After what felt like forever, the lecture was finally done and he could finally experience peace again. Thank God you’d just stuck to passing notes by the end of class, because if he had to hear your voice again, Aizawa would probably have gone crazy.

“Well, that’s all I have for today, everyone. Please make sure to turn in your homework before heading out and I’ll have them graded during the weekend,” he said, watching his students file out, once again leaving the lecture hall in a mess. His eyes glance over to your seat, littered with folded up pieces of notebook paper. With a reluctant sigh, he gets up from his chair to pick up the pieces of paper so as to lighten the load on the janitor. After picking up what seemed to be a dozen torn pieces, his curiosity got the best of him.

“What could have possibly needed this much paper? Can’t she just have texted this?” Aizawa furrows his brows as he unfurls the crumpled-up paper, and a confused expression floods his face as he reads, "Come to the house at like 8, but bring your own drinks." Interesting. Last he seemed to recall, you were underage.

“Could’ve sworn she was underage, but I guess it’s not totally uncommon to get drunk in college,” he thought to himself as he settled back into his seat, pulling out the submitted work. Only 27 of the 35 students turned in the review, which was disappointing, to say the least, given how straightforward and easy the assignment was designed to be. “It’s better than nothing and gives me less work to do, I guess,” he thought,

“But,” he thought to himself, “people drink all the time before 21, so I guess it’s not too surprising.” He sat down at his desk, pulling out the homework the students had turned in. In total, there were only about 27 sheets. Disappointing, considering there were over 35 students in the class. “It’s better than nothing and gives me less work to do, I guess,” he thought.

After what seemed like forever, he had finally graded a decent chunk of work and decided to head home. He didn’t live too far off campus; his house was just a 15-minute walk away from the arts and sciences building. Aizawa had truly enjoyed living in his little house, that is up until the university had placed a frat house right next to his.

Every week, for the last month, his neighbors managed to party every weekend till the sun rose the next morning. If there was one thing he valued it was sleep and he hated how he couldn’t even get a wink on the weekend. He partied too as a student, but nothing like this. I mean didn’t they at least some form of rest?

Although he'd prefer to move elsewhere, housing at the university is provided to him as part of his contract. With a heavy sigh, he trudges through the windy evening, ready to seek refuge in the comfort of his home. As he's only a couple blocks away, he hears cackles coming from behind him, and before he has a chance to react, two men rush by, inadvertently shoving him to the ground.

His bag's contents are strewn across the sidewalk as they swiftly disappear inside his neighbor's home. "Assholes!", he curses, collecting his papers from the grass. “Fucking fantastic. Another sleepless night,” he mumbles to himself, picking up his graded papers one by one off the grass.

He walks up to his door and walks inside, the door slamming shut behind him. He spares not even a moment before sinking face-first into his bed. Aizawa hastily takes off and throws his clothes to the side, wanting to sleep as soon as possible.

He closes his eyes, ready to end the day, but his peace and quiet is quickly interrupted with booming sounds radiating from nearby. He shot up out of his bed and walked over to his windows, pulling back to curtains to discover that his hunch was correct: the source of the noise was his neighbor’s house.

Aizawa tried everything under the sun to block out the sounds of his noisy neighbor. He counted sheep, listened to soothing music, even covered his head with a pillow, but nothing seemed to block out the annoying noise. Finally, he'd had enough. He yelled out, "Enough is enough! I'm sick of this noise", before quickly changing into a black t-shirt and pajamas. His mission was clear: he was going to have a word with those neighbors.

As if it weren't loud enough from the comfort of his own home, it was deafening from out here. Like having his ear pressed right up against the speaker itself. He tries knocking a few times, hoping for the best, but he's quickly met with the realization that knocking would accomplish nothing.

He then starts beating on the door, hoping for success this time around. Finally, the door opens to reveal a group of other rich kids with you at the forefront -- wasted in a sparkly tube top dress, with drunken slurs dripping off your tongue.“Pr-Professor Aizawa? Are youuuu here for the party too bestie? You look nice in not stuck up clothes you know, some realllll daddy material.”

"Oh, you are worse drunk than sober", Aizawa grumbled in exasperation as the smell of weed and alcohol overwhelmed his senses, making him feel queasy. "Enough is enough", he yelled sharply, bringing the party to an abrupt halt. "All of you need to either shut up or get out. It's every week with you folks", he snapped.

Turning his attention towards you, and with a harsh whisper just for your ears, he adds, "I see drugs scattered everywhere and you may get away with making a distraction every now and then, but don't think you can avoid expulsion once the dean finds out about this, I’ve got cameras all over my place filming the noise, so if you know what’s good for you, I’d get your ass to my office first thing in Monday morning.”

And with a swift and solid slam of the door, he ended the party and walked back to his house, finally relishing in the sweet silence. To his surprise, the peace and quiet continued for the remainder of the night, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, praising the lord for finally granting him a moment of peace.

Aizawa wakes up the following morning, well-rested. It was a dream come true to see his lawn lacking in beer cans and streamers and for the first time in a long time, he’s happy to be up in the morning. The same could not be said about you however. You woke up in a bathtub accompanied with the worst hangover you’d ever experienced in your life. Your head was killing you, Professor Aizawa’s words ringing through your mind. “Just another part of clean-up,” you thought, reaching for your phone to call your dad.

“Hello?”

“Hi! How’s my favorite dad alive doing?” you say cheerily, doing your best to butter him up. All you got was a sigh in response, so you continued. “I just have a teeny tiny, really the smallest thing, favor to ask of you Daddy.”

Internally, you anticipated another sigh from him before sucking up to whatever you wanted your father to do, but this time was different. “I’m tired of your antics Y/N. I don’t even care about the favor or whatever you must’ve done, but it’s gone on far too long. You need to take accountability for your actions because I can’t bankroll you any longer. I’ve spent nearly a half a million dollars just paying for your mistakes and I won’t have any of it any longer. If you’re on the brink of getting suspended again, you will be disowned so apologize to whoever you’ve hurt this time/ It’s time you fixed your own mistakes. You’ll thank me in the future.” And with that your dad hung up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", you mumble in distress, beginning to panic. "If he didn't like suspension, he definitely won't be happy with expulsion", you muse, trying to collect your racing thoughts. "What can I do? I better go apologize right away. The sooner we resolve this, the better", you murmur to yourself, attempting to calm your nerves.

After chugging down a few pain killers, you rush to your wardrobe to pick the perfect apology outfit. I mean, of course you had to look humbling, but a clean academic look wouldn’t hurt when saying sorry. “What do I go with? Hmm”, you say, perusing through your wast collection of designer outfits. You finally decide on a cute little number that came straight from Chanel: a pink cropped blazer and a strapdress set. You looked at yourself in the mirror, making sure you gave off the epitome of a teacher’s pet, before putting on your heels and walking next door.

Aizawa barely even sat down in his office before he hears a couple sharp raps coming from his door. “Ah fucking hell. People,” he says to himself before getting up to see who it is. “Jesus Christ.” he says in surprise, looking down to see you, dressed all prim and proper, a total deviation of what he saw last night. It was a shock to him that you were even standing upright. “What do you want? I thought I told you to see me Monday in my office, not today at my house.”

“Professor Aizawa! I hope you’re having a good day. I think we’ve like misunderstood each other. All I wanted to do is have a little chat about what you believe you saw last night Proffesor,” you explain stepping inside.

“No one told you you could come in, but go ahead sit on my couch, who cares anymore?”

You sit down in Aizawa’s living room, crossing your legs and putting your bag to your side. He sits right across from you, patiently waiting for what you’re going to say next. “I just wanted to apologize for all the noise you heard last night, yeah? Didn’t mean it to get so loud.”

Gobsmacked couldn’t even begin to explain how Aizawa felt hearing you apologize to him. “You’re actually being genuine? This isn’t you playing a prank of me or anything?” he says, suspicious.

“No like I’m being so for real, and how do you say, down to Earth right now. I’m sorry for making noise and I won’t do it again, so let’s forget this whole thing and like start a new page, okay?” you reply back with a smile.

“In the nicest way ever Miss (L/N), there’s no way I’m letting you off the hook that quickly. It’s not fair to the other students if I did that. Plus, where would my integrity be if I let you get off scot free doing everything you’ve done? You need to face the consequences to your actions. And in the nicest way possible, getting the chance to discipline you will be the highlight on my career that I wouldn’t give up for the entire world.”

You were absolutely thrown for a loop. You thought that genuinely your problem would be solved with what you said. “Today is just full of unexpectations and not the good kind either,” you say with a huff and crossing your arms.

“See that’s exactly what I mean. This baby behavior? You need to learn the adult world is rough Miss (L/N). I know very well that your dad will have this cleared up in two seconds flat. But this is the most I can do with the footage that I have and there’s no possible way I’m not taking this to the extremes. Respectfully, maybe starting off at community college could be betterto turn your life around.” Aizawa says, the direct opposite of his thoughts that screamed joy at you finding some sort of consequence.

You were doing your best to hold in your tears, but hearing the words ‘community college’ broke the dam. “I-I, I can’t because Daddy, because Daddy he said he won’t help me, and-and-and and he says that I- I have to handle this on my o-own this ti-time, which isn’t fair at all and I can’t get expelled because I’ll be disowned and become a peasant and I’m not made for that life P-P-Professor. And I can’t go to community because I’ll be w-w-with all the poors! Please I’ll do anything!” sobbing and hiccuping on your words as your tried to explain to Aizawa how desperate you were.

Aizawa sat back in his seat, wondering what to make of this. Even if this was the truth, there would be no way you wouldn’t eventually get off the hook. Realistically, even if your dad cut you off, but he knew for a fact what he said was an empty threat. There’s no way he’d allow for a headline that reputation-damaging to spread across the internet, not when he could prevent it. But just then an idea blossomed in his head. “So you’d really do anything?”

You immediately wiped your tears away and scrambled to compose yourself. “Yes! Yes, I’ll like literally do anything, I don’t care, I just can’t afford this.”

“Hmm.. well that’s an interesting proposition then, Miss (L/N). In that case, strip.”

“What?” you say, shocked. “You’re...you’re actually not serious right?”

“I’m completely serious. I heard you talking the other week about how you wanted to fuck me anyways and I seem to recall you saying that I was ‘ real daddy material’, so don’t bother trying to tell me you wouldn’t want this. If you want me to consider forgiving you, you’ll get to stripping,” a smile creeping on his face.

“There must be some way we can work out something else, alright? I mean what if I organize your office or something? Soup kitchen perhaps?” you suggest, scrambling to find some sort of loophole.

“No. I’m sorry young lady, but there’s no out. Get to stripping if you want me to consider. Or you can always face the risk of me going to the dean. Not too far a walk from here actually and I’m sure he’d have a ball listening to your explanations.”

You stood there, shell-shocked. There truly was no way to get out of this. You slipped off your blazer, folding it and placing it gingerly on the couch. You stood up and slowly started to pull down the zipper to your dress and laid that right next to your blazer. “There, happy?”

Aizawa looked you over. He was a little surprised to see you wearing modest underwear, a simple pink bra and cotton boyshorts; he expected something more lacey. That said, you still looked amazing. But he wasn’t quite done with you just yet. “Get on your knees and suck me off.”

“Are you actually like insane? Why would I do that?” you retorted.

“Because you know you have no other choice. A), again I know that you want to because everything I’m asking for is part of the fantasy you so helpfully detailed out to your friend and B), you have no other choice remember? It’s either listen to me or get expelled and we both know you don’t want that sweetheart,” Aizawa said with a mischievous smile. “My dick isn’t gonna suck itself, so...get to it.”

You hated to admit it, but he was right on both accords. The main reason you made a ruckus in his class was to get his attention. What you would’nt give to fuck him. After all, he was the hottest professor here on campus and you always did have a thing for academics. Besides this right here was your fantasy. But you couldn’t let him know that, hence this feisty front. You lowered yourself down to the ground and Aizawa grinned at you.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, unbuckling his pants and throwing his belt to the side. You looked up at him one last time before running the tip of your tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, leaving a small and gentle kiss right near his slit. After a few more experimental licks to his dick, you dove in only being able to go a couple inches deep.

Aizawa’s dick wasn’t long, which you honestly preferred, what it lacked in length, it made up in width. You bobbed you head up and down, spit dribbling down your the corner of your mouth the further and further you went. You were so preoccupied with making sure you didn’t choke that you didn’t even notice Aizawa’s hand making its way to your hair until you felt him yanking your head back and start throat fucking you roughly.

You immediately put your hands on his thighs, trying to steady yourself against the relentless pace he set. You start choking as he goes deeper, pushing all 6 inches of his cock down your throat. He only stops and pulls out, just as he’s about to cum. He puts his finger under your chin, propping your face up. “Close your eyes for me pretty girl.” You had a moment after closing your eyes until he came all over your face, cum dripping off your chin.

“God, you look so pretty like that, baby. Gotta do that more often huh?” Aizawa says, grabbing your shoulder to pull you up. He takes your wrist in his hand, guiding towards his office, where hands you a tissue. “Here, for your face.” You wordlessly take the tissue, thinking that was the end of it all, but you don’t see Aizawa going back for his belt. Maybe he just needed to air himself or something, you thought to yourself, while walking over to the trashcan to dispose of the tissue.

“Good, I didn’t even have to ask you to throw it. If only you could be this obedient in class, hmm? Now put your hands on my desk and bend over,” Aizawa says, pushing some papers aside.

“What the fuck? I thought all you wanted me to do is suck you off!” you exclaim.

“Oh sweetheart, I never said that. Can’t go making assumptions can we? Now hands on the table, be good for me.”

You start shuffling towards the table, and Aizawa simply has no patience for it. He grabs you and pushes you towards the desk. You barely have time to collect yourself before you feel him rip your panties, leaving your core exposed to the cold air of the room. “Look at that pretty cunt of yours baby. All dripping f’me huh?”

You felt like you were being examined with the way he was looking at you, but it couldn’t distract you from your ripped panties lying in a heap beside you. “Those were my favorite panties you know! They cost a lot, you can’t just rip them to shreds!” you complain.

“Who gives a shit, I’ll buy you new ones later, after all, you’ll be seeing a lot of me now, won’t you?” You don’t even have the time to think about what he said before you feel two cold wet fingers near your entrance. You moan out as his fingertips barely graze your clit and he takes that as notice to start rubbing it slowly.

“Fuck, sir, that feels so fucking good~,” you mewl out as he goes faster, driving you closer to your climax.

“That’s right baby, call me sir. God this is so much fucking hotter than I ever imagined,” Aizawa said moving his fingers away from your clit.You whine out in response, missing the sensation already, but its quickly replaced with his two fingers plunging deep inside you.

He curved his fingers trying to hit the one spot he was looking for and when he heard you cry out, he knew he found it. He continued to pound his fingers, making sure not to miss that spot of yours each time. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum sir!” you moaned. Just as you finished saying that and felt that familiar build up of pleasure, you felt his fingers leave your cunt. You look back, as to ask why he stopped, making him chuckle.

“Aww sweetheart, you didn’t think that I’d just let you cum on my fingers did you?” Aizawa says. He leans over just far enough so that his palm is near your face before saying, “Spit.”

You look up questionably, then spit in his hand, which brings back to his cock, pumping it slowly in his fist. A short moment later, you hear the snap of something rubber and a slight prodding at your entrance. Aizawa slowly pushes his cock into you and waits for a moment, allowing you to get comfortable with the sensation. “Y-you can move now sir.”

“Shit, that’s cute how you think I need permission,” he replies before starting to pump into you faster, building into what felt like an inhuman pace. The sounds coming from you now were purely pornographic, beyond Aizawa’s wildest fantasies.“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight. Should’ve fucked you ages ago.” You couldn’t even reply; you were absolutely overwhelmed in pleasure. All you do is hum in agreeance and continue to keep moaning out. It doesn’t take long for you to feel that same build-up of pleasure that you felt before.

“I’m gonna cum sir, please let me cum for you,” you whine, hoping he’d provide you with some sort of release.

“Not yet, you only cum when I cum, got it?” he said, pushing your head into the desk and he starting pumping his cock faster, this time with a bit less rhythm. You could tell it wouldn’t be too long; all you had to do was be patient.

It took a few more sloppy strokes, but finally Aizawa growled out “I’m gonna cum soon baby. Cum all over my cock for me. Be a good girl,” punctuating each word by slamming his cock against your g-spot. His hand traveled up to your clit, rubbing it while he continued to fuck you.

“I’m gonna come sir, I’m so close~” you moan out, a slur of words as you reach closer and closer to your peak.

“C-cum for me baby,” Aizawa groans out. “Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum too.”

He slams his cock into you a couple more times before cumming deep inside of you. He lays against you, sandwiching you between him and the desk for a moment or two before he slowly pulls himself out and throws the condom away. You slip from the desk, knees buckling as you fall to floor in exhaustion. Aizawa shuffles off to the living room and returns, your clothes in hand. He throws them near you and he buckles up his pants back up.

“Put on your clothes and get the fuck out. If you think I’m gonna cuddle you, you’re surely mistaken. But first give me your number,” he says handing you his phone.

“Why would I give you my number?” you ask incredously.

“Because sweetheart, you’re gonna on be on-call for me for the next two months. You’re too good to give up after just one time, so we’re gonna make this a thing. Whenever I need you, I’ll give you a text, sound good?” he replies as if you asked about something common sense.

“What?! One time was more than enough!”

“Oh please, don’t lie, I know you want more of this dick,” he chuckles. He wasn’t wrong, his dick was pretty irreplaceable.

“Fine. Just as long as you don’t tell the dean about what I did.” you say, punching your number into his phone and handing it back to him.

“Scout’s honor, I won’t tell a soul. Just as long as you keep up this arrangement,” he replies, pocketing his phone. You put your clothes back on and Aizawa leads you to the door. After you leave, he heads back to his bedroom. Although he’d never admit it to you in the moment, he was pretty exhausted after all the fun and decided to head to bed. It didn’t take him long to drift to sleep, dreaming of all the things he could do to you in the future.

"Scout's honor, I won't tell a soul. Just as long as you keep up this arrangement." He pockets his phone and leads you to the door, where you promptly leave. Once gone, he heads back to his bedroom, fatigue taking over him after the fun you both just had. Soon enough, he drifts into a deep slumber, dreaming of all the things he could do to you in the future. But not before texting you to come to his office after office hours to see him again.

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jaxieus · 10 months

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ive written this three times but tumblr keeps messing up and undoing all the writing i did :'(

but i wont let it discourage me! ive got a lot to say about the art i made even though its messy sketches on mspain(t) XD

i had been feeling burnt out and decided to draw comfort characters ( some that ive not drawn in a long time or have acknowledged but never drew before) and the carebears is a franchise thats been with me for so long i made a whole painting for class about it!

i made a list and with utter shock i realized that i basically bacame my owm worts enemy! the list grew so much (and is still growing :')) and i only drew a few characters so far

i know ill render these soon but the others will take a while

(but im really concerned about how im gonna tag this without being obnoxious 🥲)

i have like alot to say about these characters i drew because they mean so much to me and i never really could delve into them at school.

theres more i want to say and its under the cut! :D

so this is gonna get a lil personal but hopefully not too much to the point its boring ,:)

the first character i want to talk about is Ursula. i remember when i was younger being increadibly infatuated with her. i would draw her whenever i could. on chalkboards, the wall, i made paper cut-out of her and digitally drew her on ms paint! she was the first character that a had a desire to be close to in a way. a character albeit evil felt comforting and till this day make me tear up from how beautiful her design is! Ursula was the first female character i felt a strong aesthetic attraction to. (im just kinda a sucker for powerful women)

so i made sure to stay true to her design by keeping her body type and tentacles. basically just switching her hands and head to the carebears design (im still deciding whether or not to keep her hair)

second has to be Rosalina. she really made me accept and realize that i did have an attraction to the same sex ':) i loved playing as her in smash bros, listening/watching her story in galaxy. i never really 'got' the whole thing but reflecting and growing as a person did make me realize that not just fictional men look great but women too!

her design is based on the carebear cousins because the main thing was the mane! you dont really see a bear with a long loc covering its eye so having her different from the others i think gives good variety

third King Candy. oka y i recently feel back inlove with him! mostly because of @/ blackthewolf17's drawings of him!! and that made me rewatch the movie and wow! i remember liking his character a while back but i never really appreciated his as a villain! watching the movie and seeing the art made me remember the discussions i had with my fam about liking him and them not really understanding. (its kinda a running theme with a lot of the characters i like)

i wanted the characters the pop out and look recognizable. i kept the crown and collar. his belly badge is a paper covering his original badge! this one shows the crown and a few bits of candy. (leaning into the fact that he doesnt belong)

next is NME SalesGuy for Four. (such a clever name) this dude is literally a character that i was shocked by his stature! i mean what did i expect? falling for a dude that exudes tall energy but is literally a short king! this dude was there during some cool family times while watching right back at ya!

while looking for references, i found i cb comic and i loved how their legs looked. it wasnt bent like the originals on the cards and i thought they looked really goofy! so i went with that with the design becasue he just doesnt really fit with everyone elses stlye

fifth Rick Sanchez. man, this old man. has been with me through a lot. i saw a poster if the show before it premiered and two years after, i watched it and ive obsessed over him so much i made people watch Rick and Morty so i could talk with them about it. R&M really got me back onto tumblr because it was my entire personality since the show was at its peak and after. (old men tsk tsk) i made OCs Self inserts and played the mobile game. i literally memorized episodes to recite as i went to sleep. and analyzed frames of my fave episode to get better at animation!

i gave Rick clothes because i wanted him to have some flair. iconic elements of him is his tousled hair, coat and alcohol. (hes drinking 'happy juice')

Sixth is Coach Brunt. a girlboss of a villain! she took care of and orphan and made her feel like she was her own! shes determined, strong, fierce, fit, has a great voice, money, and kind. what more could a girl ask for?? this was another character that i had seen while watching CS with the fam. (still havent completed it tho)

i did break the rule and give her a tuft of hair also ':/ but i like her BB i gave her.

its a paw punching a heart (maybe too violent)

Seventh is Johan liebert. i really loved this dude. the series just made me think more about human nature and nurture. i met some cool people becasue of this dude. Johan in a way made me cope with the problems that happened in my life. he really was the character that i also found out i was ace+aro. i just loved drawing him. filling pages of my sketchbook and centering english papers based around him and the lessons i learned from seeing the bad in his character and how people might turnout to be similar and how it can be a problem. (idk if it made sense, but i learned to appreciate humanity more and not be so headstrong and become blinded by my views. but also learning that its good for people to know whats coming for the people that wronged you)

Johans BB is painted on white, so you wouldnt be able to see what he is all about :)

theres is so much already but eighth is Senpai. this Fker is my worst enemy, just like all the characters i drew soo much of this guy that i thought i was gonna go crazy, there was a pang in my chest when the drawings looked like trash. he was the character that made me want to get better at art and engage more with people. i made a fnf OC to be this dudes father. (it was some of the most wholesome thing i ever drew)

Senpai has a more basic design. he also has his identifying elements like the backpack and mic

ninth is Saul. my bbg. it started with the character but sadlt turned into a full obsession over Bob Odenkirk and finding all of his shows and movies that he directed of acted in. thankfully im not deep into it anymore. but when i regularly used instagram, you could see the decent into madness for him. i made animations and really detailed fanart. if Sen got me to draw my fave better, Bob made me attempt to perfect it.

his design sadly is my weakest. i wanted to add some fake hair on him. but im sure you can see that i got lazy. a few weeks ago i made versions of the BRBA&BCS cast as Geronimo Stilton characters and (sad excusee) but i didnt want to put more into the design because i became drained from looking at the growing list D;<

his BB is based on themis :)

tenth is Big Jack Horner. i love this man. i ironically said "he was the hottest character in the movie" on my third watch and man i actually believed it on the way out of the theatre. i wanted to see if anyone liked him like i did and to my surprise people did! this dude has such a great bod, voice, attitude and like many of the characters i like i ask, "is there any proof of death? i dont think so".

i havent drawn him in months and i dont like that i havents so he was the first bear i drew. his BB is a pie but i think ill add his insignia or have him draw on it like Oopsie bear to fit his situation.

like maybe something silly like a frowning face on his BB

im going to put eleven and twelve together because both play a similar role. my two men of science. ive only recently started to like Medic and Scudworth. these two bring such a great jot to me just like all to kooky men i like as well.

sadly, they both look the same, the only thing differentiating them is the glasses. i love their voices and design.

i ahve yet to give Scudsy his own BB tho.

last thing i want to say is why i chose carebears as the main style.

the franchise has been with me since i can even remember or at least before i could comprehend what it was. i remember seeining either oopsie or good luck bear plush at a carnival and i really wanted it but it was closing and i mean it was probably bigger than me so i couldnt get it and it became an obsession of mine! i loved green and a already had a few at home whats one more? so i tried to drop hints at my mom. well as good as a 5-7 yr old could do with drawings.

theres a lot more to say but i might go one for so long it wont fit here!

this was very long and if you read it thank you very much! im glad i got to comfortably speak my mind (well write it) in my own way that did have structure but felt more personal and less embarrassing that my english teacher asking me to write something about myself and my life. or my Art teacher saying i have the freedom to create something but then talk about it with in a time span because im not the only one that has something good to say about their art.

im not sure if all of it was understandable and might've been really unnecessary but im glad either way.

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mysteriouschar · 1 year

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Finally part 1

also available on wattpad here

She had had enough, she had endured their verbal abuse thinking that they would realise the truth but she couldn't have been more wrong if she tried.

She realised that most of her classmates were just greedy people who would be kind to the person who could make them more rich or famous or preferably both except chloe and adrian cause they were both already rich.

When they cornered her after school they must have thought that they would teach her a lesson but boy they couldn't be more wrong.

This was the finale even though it may have been unplanned. She checked this corner and got what she was looking for a cct v camera. She would have to time it just right.

All of the class was present except chloe. They cornered marinette and ivan and kim held her while others were beating her after 2-3 minutes Marinette escaped from their hold and attacked everyone present, it took the class by surprise as they hadn't thought Marinette could harm them.

But this was just the beginning Marinette took out her phone called the police but after that she called nadja chamack and the media and told them to come here. The police and media reached at the same time they hadn't known what to expect but whatever they expected this wasn't it. the class was lying on the floor with injured limbs and were more surprised to find the media and police there, but before lie-la could start with waterwork Marinette started.

"These people tried assaulting me but because i know some martial arts i defended myself I called because i thought they would start again." said Marinette.

And to the class's surprise Marinette was crying and bruises were forming where they had hit her. the policer officer took the scene in and found though these children were on the floor there were any bruising or anything except on two large boys.

"Miss why don't you sit and tell those officers there your parents number. And if you won't mind do you think you could tell us what happened here. You can write a complaint and we can restraint these people in the office until we find further evidence." said the police officer.

"o-o-ofcourse sir, t-t-they won't beat me again wil-l-ll they" said Marinette while sniffling and crying.

now how to bring his attention to the camera without making him suspicious

"sir, there is a camera at the wall and its on maybe it has recorded what happened here." said one of the officers.

"right you are well I guess this makes our work easier and contact these people's parents as I believe they are minors." said the head officer.

the class who had heard all this paled. This wasn't supposed to happen Marinette was supposed to learn a lesson but these police were trying to arrest them.

At the police station

All the Parents including Gabriel and lie-la's mother were present. They knew what had happened as the media was going live and therefore everyone in Paris knew of this.

"What do you think you are doing arresting my son do you know who he is?" Shouted Gabriel.

"I request you to calm down. We haven't arrested anyone yet. But with what we have seen of the video footage everyone here was responsible and they will surely be arrested after we question them thoroughly." said the head officer.

"My daughter would never do anything like this and everyone here are children surely you aren't thinking of arresting them." said lie-la's mother

"Well I guess you should see the video footage yourself with a few more additional details that we acquired through the school board."

The parents were shocked with what they saw how could their children do this to someone let alone their friend Marinette. Then they were even more shocked to see another footage(this was from school) where their children were verbally abusing the poor girl.

"where is Ms dupain cheng ?" asked Gabriel. He knew that if he wanted to stop the police from arresting his son he would have to speak with her there was no other way to save his son. The head officer of this case was someone who took his duties seriously and wouldn't be bribed.

"she is at the hospital with her parents. She has to be hospitalised for atleast a week. She is also suffering from trauma. And she has already said that she doesn't wanna meet anyone related to this fiasco including the parents." said the head officer.

#miraculous ladybug #class salt #adrian salt #badass marinette #marinette dupain cheng

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Fuck you, I’m a delight. / Peterpatter

Luke scowled as the phone ringing brought him out of the song writing groove he had found himself lost in for the past few minutes. But it was the landline-the one he and Reggie had put in half for nostalgia, and mostly for emergencies. It only rang when something was wrong, and with Reggie out, Luke knew he had t be the one to get it.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Peterson?" Luke froze at that. When he and Reggie got married they decided to mash up their last names for when they had kids, and it was that name the school used when calling. "I'm calling about Shania."

"Is she okay?" Luke asked, fear seizing him. Shania went to a good private school, but it was still a school in America, and God knew that they were hot beds for any number of disasters.

"She and another student got into an altercation," the teacher replied. "I was wondering if you and your partner could come down so we could all discuss it."

Luke glanced at the clock, Reggie was due back in a few minutes, so he nodded, forgetting the woman couldn't see him, then finally replied they would be there in half an hour.

Reggie walked in the door just as Luke hung up the phone and his expression immediately turned serious when he saw it. "Is Shi okay?"

"I think she got into a fight," Luke explained, rushing to tidy his appearance somewhat while Reggie scrambled to put the few groceries away and put on a more respectable outfit. Neither of them dressed up, and did little to hide their identities other than hoods up and sunglasses. They weren't the only famous parents at the school, but they still sometimes got swarmed.

"You should let me do the talking, I'm better with people," Reggie said as they pulled up.

"Fuck you, I'm a delight," Luke responded.

"Not saying you aren't babe, but the last time we did this you offended Ms. Bowen so bad we had to donate a new set of recorders to smooth things over," Reggie reminded him.

"Ugh, I hate those things and I still stand firm that they don't make real music," Luke grumbled.

Reggie patted his shoulder in a placating manner. "I know, but we don't need the bad press, and if Shania is in trouble, we don't want to make things worse."

"Fine," Luke replied, rolling his eyes.

They found Shania sitting outside the principal's office, holding an ice pack to her face, looking annoyed, while a much bigger and older boy glared at her from a chair across the hall, his parents standing behind him, fusing over his bloody nose and mussed clothing.

"Shania," Reggie cried, rushing over, easing the ice pack away and hissing at the nasty bruise. "What happened baby girl?"

"Bernard made fun of Maggie," Shania said matter of factly. "So I did what you told me to do with bullies, and stood up for my friend. He hit me, so I hit back. That's what Mr. Owens walked in on. Mags is in there now trying to tell her side."

"Your poor face," Reggie cooed, kissing her forehead, and whispering to her "Proud of you."

"Good on you for looking out for your friend sweet pea," Luke said, offering her a fist to bump. "You're gonna have a sick mark though."

"Good thing we're past picture day," Shania replied wryfully, shooting them her signature grin-all Reggie, through and through.

"Is Kurt still in class?" Reggie asked.

"Yeah, he only went back there because Mr. Owens wouldn't let him sit with me," Shania replied. "He already gave me a high five."

Luke laughed, that sounded just like their son. He wondered if he could go sign him out now or if h was better off waiting until after this nonsense was dealt with.

Maggie Banks came out of the office a moment later, rushing over to hug Shania, assuring her she had told Principal Fuentes everything. Assuring Luke and Reggie she was okay, and skipped off to class, promising she was going to come by later with cookies. Luke hoped they were Janie's famous peanut butter ones, those were to die for.

The meeting was an uncomfortable one, with Bernard's parents insisting he was the victim, Shania repeating the story Maggie had told and confessing this wasn't the first time the boy had picked on her friend. Reggie was stern, insisting that Shania not be punished if the school wasn't enforcing their anti-bullying policy.

"She still struck a child," the principal said, massaging his temples.

"After he blackened her eye!" Luke protested, noting that Reggie wasn't holding him back. "He's nine, and she's six-barely six at that. He's bigger and stronger, and should know better."

The principal sighed. "Irregardless, they both need some sort of consequences for physical violence. Shania will serve detention the rest of this week during recess in the library."

"And Bernard?' his parents asked.

"One day suspension and detention for two weeks. The Petersons are right-he started it, and is far larger and older, he knows not to hurt the other children."

"We can live with that," Reggie said, standing up, thanking the principal for his time and steering them away while the other parents started getting up in arms. Luke didn't even care that Shania turned and stuck her tongue out at the boy as they exited.

"Let's go get Kurt and have ice cream," he declared.

"You mean I'm not in trouble?" Shania asked.

"Oh you are," Reggie replied. "No sucker punching people in future young lady."

"But we're still proud of you for helping Maggie, so you can have ice cream while we think of a punishment," Luke added.

Later, the kids tucked in, the two of them slumped together on the couch. "Ooof what a day," Reggie sighed, turning and kissing the underside of Luke's jaw. "Thanks for being your delightful self when dealing with that nonsense today."

"Oh baby, you ain't yet gotten me delighting you," Luke said with a waggle of his eyebrows before pushing a giggling Reggie down to the couch cushions and doing just that.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ruke #peterpatter #julie and the phantoms

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rocknrollbabe14 · 2 years

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Faithfully Eddie x Reader

Warnings: Fluff ( for the most part), smut, heavy petting, Dom Eddie?, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex (however, reader is on birth control mentioned after intercourse), p in v intercourse, cursing. I think that’s all.

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Author’s Note: I’m not really sure what possessed me to write this. FUN FACT: the theme of this prom in my story was actually my the theme of my mom’s junior prom in 1987 (close enough lol). I pulled from some of my personal prom experiences as well. I managed to pull this out in one night and I am shocked but I feel pretty satisfied with how it turned out. Would you guys want a second part about their graduation? Let me know. As always, I am taking requests. My inbox is open. I am working on a 2nd part to “Take Me Home Tonight”. Thank you guys so much.

“And don’t forget Hawkins High this Saturday is prom 1986 and the theme is Heaven on Earth. Remember to see Ms. Deskins for your tickets before heading home. As always, have a great weekend.”, the principal said over the announcements.

You shut your locker easily, looking around watching several of your classmates join hands with their significant others and walk past you. You found it pretty obvious what your boyfriend was doing after school. When he wasn’t playing with his band, Corroded Coffin, he was busy being the Dungeon Master of the Hellfire Club. His name? Eddie Munson. One of the most prominent outcasts of Hawkins High. You all had defied the rules of the social circle at your high school. You, being a band geek and straight A student and Eddie being well—Eddie the rule breaker. The bell had already rang and you knew where Eddie was.

His Hellfire club usually met in room 210, Mrs. Denver’s class room. You decided to truly go see if that’s where he was. And if you were a betting woman, you would bet on it. You adjusted your backpack on your shoulders as you walked down the hallway, getting ready to hit the stairs. You were eager to see him even though you all had lunch period together. High school was still a very judgemental place, but with Eddie those things didn’t matter. Social circles. Popularity. None of that. Posters plastered the school walls reminding everyone prom was this weekend.

Prom was one of the biggest events of your senior year. Your junior prom was definitely not memorable. You’d rather forget it, if you could. It was an important night for most girls. The night their boyfriends (begrudgingly) would dress up to the nines and show their girlfriends off. Several rom-coms from the 80s displayed this. Pretty in Pink had not been out long and you hoped your prom this year would be memorable. You passed recognizable faces like Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley.

You neared room 210 and decided to peep through the glass window. You could already hear indistinctive shouting and shuffling. You saw Eddie sitting at the “head” of the table as he was the Dungeon Master. His doe brown eyes wide open and he shouted some sentence relevant to D&D. You easily turned the door knob as quietly as you could not to disrupt them. Several of the members of his club eyed you, distracted from the game, causing Eddie to frown almost immediately.

“Sorry.”, you mustered quietly.

Eddie realized just what caught their attention. He got up from his spot. “Hang on guys. Time out.”

Eddie jumped over the bar on the opposite side of his desk that he and his group had scooted together to make a make shift table. His handkerchief in his back pocket brushed outward as his feet landed on the ground. He walked towards you.

“Hey sweetheart.”, Eddie whispered.

Chatter from the group picked up and they eyed you as you brushed a piece of hair behind your ears.

“Hey. Did you remember to pick up our tickets for prom?”, you asked easily.

Eddie smiled, whipping something out of his pocket quickly, showing them to you like he had just won the lottery. There was two tickets for your all’s senior prom. They were pink with the theme, date, and time. Eddie had admitted to you that for his past couple of senior years, he did not attend prom and did not have any desire to. You had began asking him as soon as they began taking votes for the theme of prom. He gave into you. How could he tell you no? Your face lit up as he displayed the tickets to you.

“I wouldn’t forget sweetheart.”, he smiled as he kissed your cheek easily.

“She would have killed you dude.”, Dustin spoke up, laughing until Eddie gave him a death glare, telling him to shut up.

Eddie slid them back into his pocket and patted them for safe keeping.

You smiled easily. “Got your tux and all?”

You appeared more anxious than Eddie did. You had picked out a dress, accessories, shoes, clutch. The whole nine yards. You had decided on a light pink silk cocktail dress. Eddie hadn’t seen it yet but you showed him an ad out of a teen magazine of the exact same color yours was. It meant a lot to you that he would pay attention when you talked about things that were important to you.

“Yes princess. Don’t worry.”, he laughed.

A feeling of relief came over you. You worried at times Eddie would back out of going to prom with you, but he hadn’t. I mean, you still weren’t out of the woods with it yet, but you knew he understood how important this was to you. Everyone had been chattering at lunch about their plans for the evening like going to see a movie and eat, go shopping, etc. It was called “pre-prom”. You had wondered if you and Eddie were going to do something in preparation from prom but hadn’t asked him. It was usually later in the evening when Eddie and his Hellfire Club would wrap up their D&D meeting.

“Okay. How long do you think you’ll be here?”, you asked him easily.

He scratched his head, trying to mentally calculate the answer to this in his head. “Uh—probably 5 or 6.”

You nodded. “Okay. Do you have any plans after?”

Eddie shook his head. “No. Do you and F/N have anything planned? Like nails or whatever?”

Your heart sank a little that Eddie had not taken it upon himself to plan a date for tonight before the one of the biggest nights of your all’s senior year minus graduation. You were mentally trying to give him the benefit out of the doubt. This was his first time going to prom after all. He probably didn’t know exactly how this works. This made you almost immediately feel less hard at him.

“We are doing that tomorrow. After our hair.”

Eddie nodded. “Want me to come by before I head home? Or do you want to come to the trailer?”

You didn’t know why this mattered so much to you because it’s not like you wouldn’t see him tomorrow and have him almost all day. Plus, maybe if you were smart enough you could spend the night with him. His Uncle Wayne wouldn’t mind but your parents on the other hand, would have a real conniption. Eddie was already not the boy they wanted their baby girl with. Your dad always said he needed a hair cut and jeans with no holes in them. Your dad maybe even called him a loser. Your mom was less harsh when it came to insulting Eddie. Her biggest critique was that he would drag you down with him, prevent you from going to college and making something of yourself, and sleep with you and leave. You would try to defend him to your parents, but to no avail.

It was useless for you to even try to convince them otherwise. One night after a huge argument regarding Eddie, you snuck back down the stairs and overheard your parents talking. Your dad was still seething, leaning over the sink, huffing. Your mom stood behind him comforting him, telling him to pray this was just a phase. She was sure it was just a phase. Something to make them angry and ruffle their feathers. That’s what teenagers did this day and time. But you knew deep down inside, this was not a phase, You loved Eddie and wanted to be with him. They just couldn’t come to terms with it. They were definitely not thrilled you were going to prom with Eddie. Your dad threatened not to pay for your prom dress, but somehow, your mom had mercy on you and convinced him that just because he didn’t like this heathen (as she called him) not to take it out on his precious daughter.

Your plan after high school was to go away to college to get away from your parents. Eddie did not like this plan because he knew he could not follow you to your dream college. But he told you he loved you and wanted what was best for you. However, as graduation was approaching, you weren’t so sure about this plan anymore. The thought of leaving Eddie killed you. What if he fell out of love with you? What if he found another woman? Maybe a cheerleader. You shook the thoughts away when they approached. Long distance did not work out most of the time. I mean, sure you could write letters and call occasionally. Maybe even have him drive out to the campus, but it wouldn’t be the same.

“Drop by after ten. Mom and dad should be in bed.”, you held his hands, feelings his cold rings chill the skin between your fingers.

He nodded and you all exchanged a mutual kiss, his tongue trying to entangle in yours but you cut him short. “Later.”, you smirked.

He smirked back. “Okay babe. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

He gave you a longing look as he returned to his place at the head of the table.

“Now where were we?”, his voice excitingly picked back up, resuming his D&D game.

You smiled to yourself as you turned and exited the classroom. Eddie was really trying and that was enough for you. You were the first to arrive home before either of your parents. You decided to sit in the chair and read over a few teen magazines to pass the time away. Two hours passed and your mom came through the door with an armful of groceries. You all exchanged pleasantries and you helped her put them away accordingly. You could reason with your mom the best, but even that was hard when it came to Eddie.

“Excited about the big day tomorrow?”, your mom attempted to make conversation.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Your mom stopped putting groceries away and you could feel her eyes on you. “You don’t seem so excited.”

You sighed, finishing putting the groceries away from the brown paper bag you had chose. “I am. I just know you don’t like Eddie. And you all didn’t really want me to go with him.”

You didn’t meet her gaze. You turned away from the cabinet and went to place the paper bag with the others that your mom stored. You heard her sigh deeply. “Sweetheart, we just want what’s best for you.”

You weren’t facing her so this was the perfect time to roll your eyes. It was unheard of in this day and time to back talk your parents and you didn’t feel like getting in a fight with your mom and dad the night before prom was such a great idea. Maybe if you didn’t respond she would just drop it. You all needed to have this conversation but not right now. There was tension in the air and it felt so thick it could be cut with a knife.

“I’m going to call F/N.”, you finally said as you took off, high-tailing it to your room, not giving your mom another opportunity to speak on the matter.

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You spent the majority of the rest of the evening talking on your pink corded phone in your room to F/N. You all talked about how excited you were for this milestone. You all talked about your dates, what you had to wear, what time you all would get your nails and hair done, all the cliche stuff. The only time you were off the phone was for dinner which was filled with tension. By that time, your father was home from work and you also had to converse with him.

Night time fell upon Hawkins. And for that you were thankful. You and your parents shared goodnights. You eyed the grandfather clock in the living room. 9:40 p.m. 20 more minutes and Eddie would be here. Your heart began to skip a beat. You closed the door to your room. Your lamp dimly lit your room. You stared over at your record collection, your vanity, then your eyes jolted to your prom dress hanging on the back of your closet door. Your spirit perked up as you turned off your lamp, giving your parents the illusion you were going to bed. You laid there, closing your eyes just imagining what tomorrow night would entail.

You were close to dozing off when you saw the reflection of headlights hit the walls of your bedroom. Eddie. You arose from your bed and immediately peered out your bedroom window. Sure enough, it was his van. He immediately cut the engine and lights off, attempting to not draw attention to himself. You definitely did not need your mom and dad catching you all meeting up at night. The words that would fly. You threw your robe on over your night gown and gently took the stairs, being careful to miss the creaky spots. You easily opened the door to see Eddie standing outside his van.

You took off running across your walkway. His arms were spread open instantly, waiting for you to be enveloped into them. And that’s exactly what you did. He kissed your forehead and rubbed his hand up and down your back and it felt so comforting.

“How was your meeting?”, you whispered, breathlessly against his chest, taking in the faint smell of his cologne.

“Great. Kas the Bloody Handed always kicks ass.”, he smiled, kissing your head again.

You smiled against his chest, him just continuing to hold you. Your grip tightened as you wrapped your hands around his chest, edging your hands up his back. This may sound corny and you knew it did, but you could feel the love between you all. Eddie was your safe haven. He was your home and this was what was causing you to second guess your plans to go away to college. He would never tell you the thought of you leaving killed him just as much as it did you. He wanted you to be happy and he didn’t want to stand in your way. He didn’t want to be the force that held you back.

“How was your evening?”, he asked as you both looked into each other’s eyes.

“Fine. Just hung out here.”

“Did I upset you today?”, Eddie asked, all of a sudden.

He ran his ring-clad hand through your hair, wrapping a small amount around his hand, barely tugging at it. Was he trying to seduce you?

“No. Why would you ask?”, you eyed him, feeling a tingling sensation run through your body.

“Just felt like I did. I didn’t want you to think I didn’t want to see you or somethin’.”, he once again brought you tighter against him.

“No Eddie, I just am ready for tomorrow.”

“Me too princess. For once. My last chance at prom. I want to make it memorable.”, he chuckled before kissing you.

You all shared a passionate kiss under the moonlight and whispered sweet nothings until Eddie decided it was time to let you go to bed. You cuddled up to your extra pillow, dreaming what tomorrow night would be like.

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It was finally here. The night you had been waiting for. You stood back in front of your full-length mirror, taking in the sight of you in your dress. You took a deep breath before letting it go and gave a twirl in your dress. Your Whitney Houston record played softly in the background, playing one of your favorite songs. “Saving All My Love For You”. Was this a precursor to tonight? Every love song made you think of Eddie. You couldn’t help it. No matter how hard you tried to refocus, it was no use. You might as well accept it. You were madly in love with him. You checked your make-up one last time. Perfect. You spritzed your favorite perfume on. Obsession by Calvin Klein.

The song changed on your record player. You pulled the needle back, allowing the record to spin. You dialed the knob off and the record came to a halt. You closed the door to your bedroom and made your way downstairs. You and Eddie had decided he would be here by 6:00 p.m. This would give your parents time to take pictures and for you all not to be rushed to make it to the school. You reached the bottom of the stairs and your mom and dad were waiting at the bottom. Your mom had the camera and instantly began snapping pictures.

“Mom.”, you sighed, covering your face easily.

“Oh honey let me take your picture. Pose at the bottom of the staircase.”, she pleaded, placing the camera back up to her eyes.

You obliged her request, placing your hand on your hip and one on the bottom railing. She snapped a few pictures. Your dad was even beaming, which surprised you. You, once again, eyed the grandfather clock. 5:55 p.m. Eddie, please hurry you pleaded silently. All of a sudden, your heart stopped when the doorbell rang. Eddie was here. The moment of truth. Your mom went to open the door. You felt as though your heart was going to burst out of your chest. The door opened slowly revealing Eddie in a suit.

“Hi Mr and Mrs. L/N.”, he smiled.

He held a box in his hand and he tugged at his bow tie nervously. He was so damn cute. What did you ever do to deserve him?

“Edward.”, your father said dryly.

“Come in.”, your mom brushed her dress.

He stepped into the house cautiously as if he was waiting for the other shoe to fall. You held your breath and said another silent prayer that your parents would not take this as an opportunity to berate your boyfriend. You could have sworn you almost could see his hands shaking. Eddie proceeded to walk towards you, bringing the box up closer to him. You could hear your mom’s camera shuttering.

“You look beautiful.”, Eddie whispered as he opened the box to reveal a beautiful corsage to match your dress.

Your mouth opened in surprise and you practically felt like crying. “Wow, Eddie. It’s beautiful.”

He smiled. “I was hoping you would say that.”

He laid the box down on the couch cushion and brought his attention back to you, corsage in hand. You held out your wrist easily. Without hesitation, he slid the corsage on your wrist. He looked up at you and took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. You all would get through this moment together. Eddie made everything so much easier.

Several pictures and poses later, you and Eddie exited the house with your parents telling you all to be careful. No drinking. No drugs. No sex. And while, you both smiled and promised, you weren’t sure you all could stick to that promise.

You all parked in the school parking lot, watching your classmates line up to enter the school. Eddie cut the engine off and put his arm behind you.

“Ready sweetheart?”, he eyed the crowd nervously.

Eddie wasn’t nervous when it came to playing a crowd at his Corroded Coffin concerts but tonight he seemed increasingly nervous and on edge. You took his hand in yours easily and looked into his doe brown eyes.

“This really means a lot to me that you are doing this.”

You all shared another deep kiss before he came around and helped you out of the van. You all held hands as you headed towards the line that was becoming increasingly longer to enter the high school. Teachers instructed everyone to line up with their dates and prepare to have their picture taken with a Polaroid camera at the entrance. You were trying to savor every moment of tonight. Eddie held your hand, brushing over it with his fingers ever so often. You were stunned to realize his rings were missing.

The night seemed to fly by. The DJ played upbeat rock and pop songs. You and Eddie danced so much that you had to shed your heels. Steve had came over and teased Eddie about cleaning up real nice. They had announced Prom King and Queen. The clock on the wall displayed 10:45 p.m by analog. You and Eddie had professional pictures taken in front of a back drop. It was indeed a cliche prom but it had been one of the best nights of your life. You had almost checked off all the boxes on your mental prom list.

“Alright Hawkins High, it’s almost the end. We’re gonna play a slow song. Grab the one you love. Congratulations class of 1986.”, the DJ spoke as he changed records.

Eddie immediately looked at you. “Shall we dance?”

You nodded, scooting your heels to the side. All of a sudden, the entrance of a familiar song played out across the entire gymnasium. Everyone was pairing up with their dates, preparing to slow dance. Eddie wasted no time doing the same. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his curly hair brushing your hands.

Highway run into the midnight sun

Wheels go round and round

You’re on my mind

Eddie pulled you closer, you laying your head on his shoulder. You both were swaying to the music, totally letting all the outside world slip away.

Restless hearts sleep alone tonight

Sending all my love on the wire

They say that the road ain’t no place to start a family

Right down the line, it’s been you and me

And lovin’ a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be

Eddie had been humming the song up to this point as you all slow danced together. You felt so close to him right now. No one else in the room mattered. However, at this point, Eddie began singing the words, his lips touching your ears. His breath tickled your ear sending chills down your spine.

“Oh girl you stand by me. I’m forever yours, faithfully.”

At this point you began to tear up and let one slip out of your eyes. Eddie noticed and pulled one of his arms from behind your back. His thumb traced over your cheek, wiping that tear away. You pulled your head off his chest to look up at him. He continued to sing the song from that point on always emphasizing the chorus.

“Eddie.”, you whispered into his ear as the song was nearing an end.

“Yes sweetheart?”, he breathed, a hitch in his voice.

“Let’s do it.”, you breathed.

Eddie was caught off guard by this but quickly gained his footing. “Really?”

“Really.”, you smiled as the song ended and you all shared a tender kiss, setting the tone for the night ahead.

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It was on as soon as you all cleared the trailer door. Eddie’s Uncle Wayne wasn’t home, thankfully. You and Eddie were full on making out, practically shoving each other’s tongues down each others throats. He tossed his tux jacket off, throwing it on the floor. You reached for his neck, quickly undoing his bow tie. You threw it blindly.

“My room.”, his voice raspy, demanded.

You followed his command and you all made out all the way down the hallway leading to his room, bumping into the wall every now and then. He never took his lips off yours to throw his door open. He slammed the door behind you all once you cleared the door way. You moved your hands to the top of the buttons, beginning to aggressively unbutton them to run your hand down his chest.

“Lay on the bed.”, Eddie breathed between kisses.

You did as he told you to. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to his bedroom floor. Metal band posters decorated his walls. His guitar in the corner. You laid on the bed, feeling the fabric of his sheets chill your back. It was cool. Eddie unbuttoned his pants, dropping them to the floor. Your eyes widened as he came over to you on the bed, just in his boxers. You could already see his hard on peeping through the fabric of his boxers.

“Relax baby.”, he breathed against you.

You closed your eyes, giving Eddie the liberty to lead this time. He easily lifted your dress up, feeling his way up your thighs to the hem of your panty hose. He began kissing you slowly as he hovered over you, beginning to slip the panty hose down your legs. His hands brushed down your thighs, legs, and then your feet, eventually able to toss them in the floor. He now had access to your bare legs and he took the opportunity to run his thick, calloused hands across them.

You let out a small moan, your body instantly relaxing under his touch. This was satisfying for him. His hands wandered up your thighs, spreading your thighs apart gently. His fingers grazed over your lace panties, focusing particularly on your opening. You felt a your back arch slightly at his action. He moved his hands from your opening back up to the hem of your lace panties, beginning to pull them down your legs. You opened your eyes to look at him and he had a devilish grin on his face.

He stopped halfway, towering over you as if he was going to be preforming missionary. But instead he kissed your lips. You were wanting more but he left your lips, moving down your neck, brushing his face over the silk of your dress, down to your thighs where he had left your underwear and suddenly his hair brushed your legs, indicating his face was very close to the flesh of your legs. You felt your panties slide on down your legs. Eddie came up with your black lace panties between his teeth.

If he was trying to blow your mind, he was accomplishing just that.

He smiled as he took them in his hands. “Hm I think I’ll keep this as a trophy, what do ya think sweetheart?”

You gulped deeply, desiring him more than you had ever before. A burning sensation was pooling deep in the pit of your stomach. He chuckled as he gave them a gentle toss to his bedside table.

“Now let’s get you out of this dress.”, he muttered as you turned over letting him unzip it, it giving away instantly. He let you toss it down, leaving you in just a strapless bra. You were facing his wall, getting ready to turn back over when you felt him smack your ass, causing you to jump.

“Too much?”, he asked as he ran his hands down your waist, feeling over your ass.

You shook your head. “No.”

“That’s my good girl.”, he cooed with praise. “Now turn back over for me.”

You once again followed his command. He eyed your practically naked body. He licked his lips, pulling down his boxers letting his member spring free. You couldn’t help but look at it. You, then, turned your attention back up to him. He took himself in his hands and gave his cock a couple hard strokes. Closing his eyes, he focused on it. All you could do is watch in awe.

His eyes popped back open and he sat down on the bed beside of you. He traced his initial on your thigh, before starting to kiss you again, distracting you as he spread your thighs once again, his fingers instantly finding your clit and tracing it, teasing you. You let out an moan as he inserted two fingers in your throbbing pussy.

“God you’re so wet for me.”, he breathed against your skin.

“Mhmmm.”, was all you could muster.

He fingered you relentlessly for a few minutes, ensuring that you were ready for what was to come next. After he felt you were prepared for him, he slid his fingers out causing you to look up.

“Why’d you stop?”, you asked quickly. “I was so close.”, you moaned.

Eddie smirked. “I’m gonna take care of you in the best way sweetheart.”

You felt him climb on top of you, beginning to kiss your neck as he teased your entrance with his hard cock. You felt your breathing hitch, just wishing he would get it over with already and put it in you.

“Put in in please Ed-Eddie.”, you hiccuped.

He was happy to oblige you. “As you wish sweetheart.”

All of a sudden, the moment you all had been working towards was here. He teased your entrance once more with his hard cock before inserting it without warning, causing you to gasp. He let out a groan as he began to start a rhythm, working in and out of you with ease. You pulled him flush against you, digging your nails into his back, causing his breathing to hitch. He was hitting all the right spots. That feeling returned, the one pooling in the pit of your stomach. You felt him pulsing inside of you against your walls, causing you to grip him tighter.

“God you’re so beautiful babe.”, he huffed as he worked in and out of you, having the perfect rhythm.

You moaned as Eddie took on of your legs, leaving it over his shoulder. Your pink toes right beside of his head. This caused him to go deeper, which in turn, made you clench around him tighter. His eyes rolled back into his head as he slowed his speed, teasing the absolute hell out of you.

“You’re so-so go—good at this.”, you gulp as you twist under him.

He smiled. “How close are you baby?”

You pulled him close against you, sharing a lazy kiss as he steadied himself to keep from falling on top of you and ruining the moment.

“Very. Push me over the edge, Eddie. Please push me over the edge.”, you begged him breathlessly.

“Want to cum together?”, he asked shakily through thrusts.

“Yes.”, you breathed, feeling your body ready to betray you, ready to give into him.

He shoved deeper and these thrusts were different than the ones he started with. They had more desire, lust, and a craving for you behind them.

Your back arched quickly and your finger tips dug into his back, letting him know your release was coming and very fast at that.

“Eddie,”, you choked. “I’m gonna fu-fucking cum like ri-right now.”

“Cum for me baby.”, he was beginning to coax you through your orgasm.

You felt yourself tighten up around him, your muscles contracting around him, cumming on his dick. This was going to set him over the edge you could tell the way he was acting. The bed was squeaking from the effort he was putting into this. You laid there, watching him finishing you. Your legs were weak and shaking at this point. You felt this was just fueling his upcoming orgasm.

“Fuck, here it comes.”, he gritted though his teeth as his dick paused and began pulsating in you, releasing his cum.

He stayed still for a moment, letting him finish before he slowly slid himself out, some of his cum spilling out as he eased out. Your perfect hair was tainted with sweat as was his. He fell beside of you, taking his hand in yours.

“That was amazing.”, you breathed.

He chucked as he grabbed the comforter, pulling it over you both before taking you in his arms. His clammy skin touched yours, enhancing your afterglow. He pulled you close to him even though you both had been sweating. He stroked his hand through your hair, kissing your head gently.

“It was. I’m really gonna miss that when you go to college.”, he sighed.

You grew silent, biting your lip.

“Speaking of,”, he began and cleared his throat. “Do I need to go to the pharmacy?”

You shook your head. “No babe, still on the pill.”

He took a sigh of relief before speaking again. “Good. All we need is a baby and your mom to blame me for you not going to your dream college.”

You laughed easily and looked up into his brown eyes before you got serious. “Eddie, I don’t think I wanna go away to college anymore.”

He looked surprised. “Are you sure? Don’t stay for me, Y/N. Please.”

You took his hand. “Eddie, I can’t bare to leave you. I want you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”, he kissed you again.

“Forever yours…..”, you trailed off closing your eyes, feeling the afterglow fully kick in and laid your head on Eddie’s chest, snuggling into him.

“Faithfully.”, he finished as he kissed your head again, taking you into his arms, stroking your hair until you both fell asleep.

#eddie imagines #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #eddie munson hc

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alaffy · 7 months

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The Gilded Age - Head to Head (Spoilers)

We’re in episode three, why do I feel as though they’re still setting up for the season? I mean, there are some stories that are on track; but it feels like other stories have had very little progression. And there’s a least one story….

Let’s be honest, do we really care about the Vallet and his daughter? Maybe if we had gotten to know that character better, but…

Marion’s story is progressing just like I thought. Agnes’ nephew is interested in Marion and has let Agnes know. Marion just thinks the nephew is being friendly. Agnes approves of the match, but needs to figure out a way to manipulate (let’s be honest about what it is) Marion into a marriage.

Ada finally has a first, uh, outing with the Rector. Agnes will not be happy.

The Widow is clearly using Larry for a good time. I mean, I know Larry’s young; but, damn, she couldn’t drop any more signs that he’s just a fling.

Oscar seems to be getting along with his new (money) interest.

Peggy has convinced the newspaper editor to allow her to go with him to visit Tuskegee, Alabama for a story on Booker T. Washington. Peggy goes back home to get more summer clothes and lets Dorothy know about where she is going. Dorothy, understandably, does not want Peggy to go. And, well…look, we all know Peggy is neither stupid nor ignorant; she knows that things are going to be bad in the South. But there’s a difference between knowing about something and living through it. I don’t think Peggy is fully prepared for what she’s about to experience.

But going on to the main story/stories tonight. The episode starts with Bertha giving a party in hopes to get people to take boxes as The Met. She’s invited several of the Old Guard that she thinks she might be able to convince that it would be possible to take a box at both venues. Of course, this includes her former Lady’s maid; Turner now Winterton. And, of course, the servants find out that Turner has married into the Upper Class; which leads to gossip.

Winterton, however, is not interested in taking a box at the Met. She just wanted to rub Bertha’s face in the fact that she’s now part of the Upper Class, that she knows the Duke of Buckingham, and George has kept something from Bertha. Basically, a bitchy information dump.

Oh, and there’s this funny little scene where McAllister, who was at Bertha’s party, has to sneak over to Agnes’ where Ms. Astor is holding a meeting on what to do about The Met. And boy does he have information (although he doesn’t let them know he was at Bertha’s party or heard it from Bertha herself). Apparently, the opening day for the first season of the Met will be the same day as the opening for the next season of The Music Hall. Scandal! Ms. Astor asks Agnes to write to the members of the Old Guard saying that she (Agnes) heard a rumor that if someone takes a box at The Met, they’ll loose their box at The Music Hall (Ms. Astor can’t be the one to tell everyone this because that would mean Ms. Astor is making it a policy and right now Ms. Astor is only trying to scare people).

Anyway, I have a feeling that Ms. Astor is soon to learn about the whole Turner/Winterton thing as one of the Servants in the Russell house told one of the Servants in the Van Rijn house and we all know where this will lead.

Going back to Bertha. Bertha confronts George and he tells her about how Winterton did slip into his bed one night and that nothing happened. And…I don’t know…I feel like Bertha’s reaction was more for the drama. Don’t get me wrong, I fully believe the character of Bertha would be pissed at George. But I feel she would have been more, you should have told me not just because I’m your wife and I deserved to know; but because this was a staff member who reported directly to me and because, if Winterton had so chosen, could have caused us/or could cause us great harm. Like she would have been hurt, yes, but she also would have known where exactly to put the blame (on Winterton for trying to sleep with her husband and for Gorge not to tell her about the incident).

So, this causes a big riff between them and Bertha almost doesn’t show up for the luncheon, that George has planned with the Union Rep, like she promised. Shocking! But she does show and George has a talk with the man. It doesn’t go George’s way. He thinks he has the upper hand, but he doesn’t know his workers are about to Strike.

At the end of the episode, Bertha finds George and lets him know the Duke of Buckingham is coming to America (I think this would be the future King Edward VII). She wants George to find out when he’s arriving and where he’s staying because she wants to get in his good graces and rub Winterton’s nose in it. If George does this for her, than maybe he’ll be back in her good graces.

#the gilded age #the gilded age spoilers #marion brooks #ada brook #agnes van rhijn #bertha russel #george russell #peggy scott #oscar van rhijn #larry russell #gladys russell

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dolliebabydoll15 · 3 months

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You Belong With Me: A Roudise Fanfic

decided to write a roudise fanfic with T.S references from her song, "you belong with me" bc it fits them sooo well. <3 where all my swifties and bob's burgers fans at? 🫶🍔

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Louise was groaning with impatience.

It was the last 10 minutes of class, and Rudy still hadn't come. Where had he been? Did he have an asthma attack? Did he get lost? No, no, that's not right. He always knew his way around. The whole class did not twitch, not even Ms. Labonz. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Ms. Labonz opened it, and in came Rudy, not looking very happy.

"Rudy, where have you been? You're late." asked Ms. Labonz.

But he was far to upset to respond. He plopped his things down on the neighboring desk to the left of Louise.

"...stupid Chloe Barbash..." "...who does she think she is?..." "...can't even *wheeze* take a joke." he muttered aggravatingly.

Louise was shocked. She didn't usually see her pal outside of his happy-go-lucky self (well, unlike that one time he asked her to leave after she called him a weenie). She quickly grabbed an index card that was supposed to be for Ms. Labonz's assignment, and quickly wrote down a brief sentence, and passed it to Rudy. Even though Louise knew she couldn't pass notes, now didn't seem like the time for rules.

"you okay rudy-rudes?" the note read.

Rudy immediately wrote back and passed it.

"tired of drama."

the conversation on paper went on for a few more minutes.

"sorry :( what happened?"

"chloe wanted me to ditch class with her so we could hang out together. we were having so much fun, and i made a joke asking her if anyone ever told her if she looked like a female rupert grint from that one wizard movie. she got all mad and decided to go off about what i said. i didn't like it at all. but hey, she'll cool down eventually. i guess i was probably overreacting.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE HER! YOU'RE RIGHT, WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?"

"eh, i'll be okay, louise. if i'm being honest, chloe will definitely go back to being the nice girl she is."

Nice? Please. Chloe Barbash was far from nice. Louise had no idea why Rudy still liked her. Chloe didn't get Rudy's humor the way she did. Plus, she never even bothered to give Rudy his first kiss. Like, come on, where was the credit? For some reason, Louise didn't know how it happened, but something gave her the nerve to write, "i love you." on another index card. She was about to pass it when the bell rang. Louise turned sideways to pass the note, but Rudy was gone. Suddenly, a wave of disgust ran over her.

"SICK! Oh man, Louise Belcher, you are SICK! WHY were you about to do that?!" she thought.

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Later that typical Tuesday night, Louise began to listen to the kind of music Chloe didn't like to let out her anger over her with the cassette she had stolen from Tina's room.

🎶"I-I will keep your secrets, I'm so interested in youu..." 🎶

Ugh. Boo Boo. The one person who could comfort her during these drastic times. Although Chloe Barbash was a big fan of Boyz4Now as well, this was the one song she hated the most. Louise was still stunned after hearing what she said to Rudy.

"Why can't he just get over her? Why can't he just...no, no, NO WAY! Too cliche for me."

Louise scoffed to herself as she thought of that. But really, there's no way she could like-like him. Chloe wore short skirts, and Louise wore T-shirts. Chloe was cheer captain, and Louise was on the bleachers. What had she got to offer him anyway? She wasn't really that special. Ugh, no, it was fine. Louise had better things to focus on anyway. Still, at the same time, she was dreaming about the day Rudy would wake up and find that what he was looking for had been here the whole time.

"If only he could see that I'm the one who understands him, and that I've been here all along too! So why can't he see that he belongs with me?"

~8 Years Later~

"...calculus? More like 'crap-ulus'." Rudy joked.

Louise threw her head back in laughter, knowing she hadn't laughed like that in a long time. High school had been hard lately, and she couldn't veer away from the stress. As she walked in the streets with Rudy and his worn-out-jeans, she couldn't help thinking this was how it ought to be. They sat down on a park bench, with Louise thinking to herself,

"Hey, isn't this easy? We're just two friends on a pleasant day, nothing more..."

As Louise looked at her best friend as they talked, she couldn't help but notice that he has a smile that could light up the whole town, even brighter than the Wonder Wharf could. She hadn't seen it since Chloe Barbash brought him down.

"...Chloe's been great too, even though she still gets mad at me if I don't call her back in 10 minutes instead of 15. You know, I sometimes wish she wasn't so mad all the time, but that's just Chloe. Gotta like her for who she is."

"You sure you're okay with this Rudes? I don't really think she's a good girlfriend, or a good person in general."

"I'm fine, Louise. You don't have to worry about me." Rudy replied, smiling. But it didn't really comfort Louise as much. She knew he was better than that. Hey, what's he doing with a girl like that anyway? All of a sudden, a pink convertible pulled up. Louise immediately recognized it as Chloe's.

"Rudyyy, get in Cutie-Bear! We're gonna be late for the party!" Chloe called in a fake sweet manner.

"Coming, babe!" Rudy shouted back. He turned to Louise and waved goodbye. As he got in the car, he and Chloe hugged affectionately, but as they did, Chloe looked over at Louise with a smug stare. Louise just blankly stared back, because at this point, she could do nothing about Rudy's obliviousness to how cold Chloe was. After all, Louise couldn't compete with her. Chloe wore high heels, and Louise wore sneakers. Chloe's status as the cheer captain was still going strong, and Louise still remained on the bleachers. She still dreamt about the day when Rudy wakes up and finds that what he's looking for had been here the whole time.

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Louise was watching the near end of Rudy's football game. She snickered, watching him stumble one too many times. She remembered begging him not to join, because that sport required a lot of air, which didn't accommodate to his health. Rudy didn't care, as long as Chloe could cheer him on. Redirecting her thoughts to the football game, Rudy was surrounded by the enemy team. He tried to escape, but he ended up slipping and tossing the ball into the air. But that slip up resulted in his teammate catching it and making the final touchdown. The whole school cheered, especially the cheerleaders with their passionate spirit for the school. Rudy and his football team cheered, running toward the outlines of the field. As Rudy went to celebrate with his girlfriend, he spotted her flirting with another guy.

"Chloe...what are you doing? Why are you talking to him?"

Chloe glanced back at him in annoyance. "I can talk to whoever I want, Rudy. Stop being so dramatic."

"I'm not being dramatic if you're...I don't know, ALREADY DATING SOMEONE?" Rudy retorted.

Louise heard the whole conversation from above on the bleachers. She shook her head, seeing now that Chloe's showing her true colors. She couldn't imagine how it would go during junior prom, yet to come in 1 day.

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The next day, during the final class of the day, everyone was buzzing with excitement. Tonight was the night that all juniors had awaited. It was the night of the junior prom. Louise simply didn't see a care in that event, because, well, she just doesn't feel the need in dressing up. Without notice, Louise spotted Rudy pass a note from the corner of her eye.

"you going tonight?"

"no, studying."

"i wish you were though! parties aren't fun without you."

Louise smiled at him. Even though she wasn't going, at least Rudy would have fun.

~Later That Night~

Louise laid in her bed, thinking about how idiotic of her it was to not go. She really wasn't studying, it was just an excuse for her not to look at Rudy while he's with Chloe Barbash. It pained her far too much. She remembered that time he walked to her house in the middle of the night when he was unhappy about his parents' dinner. Louise was the one who made him laugh when he knew he was about to cry. She knew his favorite songs, and Rudy told her about his dreams. How long will it take him to know who he belongs with? She sighed, and picked up Kuchi Kopi. But just then, she noticed the index card beneath him. She picked it up, and saw the words from 8 years ago written on it.

"i love you."

Maybe it wasn't too late for him to know. Maybe this could be her chance. Louise opened her dresser and dug for a fancy piece of clothing to wear. After minutes of searching, she found a long sparkly lime-green dress that her sister, Tina, gave her for her 17th birthday. She hadn't intended on wearing it, but she wanted to make Tina happy, so instead, Louise shoved it in the far back of her drawer.

"Oh, Tina, you beautiful beast." she satisfyingly whispered underneath her breath.

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Rudy was waiting for Chloe to come back from hanging out with her friends, when he turned around and saw the most gorgeous girl in the whole world. Louise strode through the crowd in her best dress. Her dark, curled hair fell down to her hips, and donned a pink headband. Rudy stared at her in wonder. How could a girl look so beautiful in one moment? He was still in his euphoria, coming toward her, when Chloe returned, grabbing his arm.

"Hey, Rudy-Bear, don't you wanna come dance with me? I don't want you looking at her."

"Chloe, don't you call me that. You are one of the most heartless people I have ever been with. I can't do this anymore." He pushed her aside, and kept walking toward Louise.

"WHAT? Rudy, come back! PLEASE!"

It's go time, Louise. She pulled out the notecard, finally confessing her love from so many years.

"i love you."

Rudy stood there, blushing in his navy-blue tuxedo. He grabbed a notecard from his pocket, and it also said, "i love you." Louise was wonderstruck, not believing he felt the same way.

"Really? Y-you too?" she asked in surprise.

"Yeah. I've had feelings since 4th grade and...since forever." he chuckled.

"Even after all those things I did to you 8 years ago?"

"Of course. I know you still care."

Louise put her arms around his neck. Rudy was amazed.

"Is it happening? Is this really happening?"

"Yep...it took you long enough anyway."

Rudy rolled his eyes and laughed. Then, they both leaned in for a perfect kiss, just as overwhelming and delightful as their first. This time, they both were well aware of each other's love, no one else in the way. He finally belonged with her, and she belonged with him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OKAY...this has got to be one of the most romantic fics i've ever written. AND IT'S ONLY MY 3RD 😭 i'm a roudise geek, and "you belong with me" basically screamed louise and rudy. i suggest you look at taylor swift's songs every once in a while, i think they make up for a good listen! <3 btw, if anyone wants to create some art out of this fic, please do! tag me, bc i'd love to see it 💕

#bob's burgers #roudise #louwheeze #louise belcher #regular sized rudy #ship fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #shipping #swifties #taylor nation #you belong with me #taylor swift #chloe barbash #ybwm #taylor swift fearless #romance #romantic fanfic

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hes-a-rainbow · 2 years

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Crimson And Clover

(photo not owned by me but edited by me)

Summary: Eddie is shocked to see the girl of his dreams just standing there in the Hawkins High parking lot and even more surprised when she seems to know Henderson. (I suck at these!)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Language, fluff, hot girls, stupid boys.

A/N: Not me coming out of retirement for Eddie Munson...I wrote this in like two hours and it’s probably shit and definitely not edited but it’s been rolling around in my head since before vol. 2.

Dedicated to @harry-writings because not only was it her birthday yesterday but she’s the only person I can freak out about Eddie with ❤️‍🔥

“All I’m saying is why give pop quizzes if you know nobody knows the material? It’s like she’s setting us up to fail.” Eddie rambles on as he leans his weight on the steel doors leading out to the parking lot. There is a consistent buzzing of chatter all around him as students rush to make their buses on time. Gareth and Jeff walk on either side of him, all three decked out in their Hellfire t-shirts, courtesy of Gareth’s mom.

Eddie doesn’t let his companions say anything before he adds, “And that’s the problem with authority nowadays, man. You give some lonely widow the tiniest bit of power and she acts like she’s the fucking president or something.” All three boys pause as a school bus rushes past them narrowly avoiding hitting a junior on a bike. Eddie swears the bus drivers hate this place almost as much as he does. They continue walking through the gust of smoke released by the bus and head towards the back of the student parking lot, towards Eddie’s beat up van.

The sun is beating down hard on them as summer heads for Hawkins at full speed. Eddie only has to endure one more month of this hellhole before he can finally break free. Just him, his guitar, and his van as they take on the open road. Or at least that’s what he keeps telling himself, but Ms. O’Donnell seems to be going out of her way just to sabotage his plans of finally graduating.

“Dude, I literally told you this morning she was giving out pop quizzes to all her classes. I told you to study during lunch instead of going out for that deal.” Gareth tries to reason with his older friend, but Eddie shrugs it off easily, “And miss out on $30 bucks? Fuck no! And what the hell is Hamlet gonna teach me about the real world anyway? I swear she’s had it out for me since sophomore english…” Eddie trails off as he notices his friends abruptly stop beside him. He takes another step before turning back, “What?”

Both Gareth and Jeff look star struck, completely dazed as they stare off into the distance.

“Who is that?” Eddie’s not sure if Jeff’s genuinely asking him or speaking out loud. When Eddie first looks over to where the two boys are transfixed, he’s not entirely sure what they’re looking at. He sees some cheerleaders grouped together, probably talking shit about one of their ‘friends’, and a small group of freshmen who still haven’t hit their growth spurts yet. He opens his mouth to ask the boys what the hell they are going on about when he finally sees her.

She’s leaning up against an old red car, cigarette up to her lips as she scans the crowd. She has multiple rings on, that seem to glisten in the sunlight as she takes a puff. A large pair of aviator glasses shield her eyes, not the reflective ones, but the ones with the large brown frames that you can’t tell who she's actually looking at.

She’s far enough away that he can’t get a good enough look but if she looks pretty from here, she must be gorgeous up close. Her brown hair looks messy but also like maybe she styled it to look that way. She’s definitely giving off an ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude as she removes the cigarette from her lips to blow out a puff of smoke. She has one arm crossed around her torso, blocking most of her shirt but Eddie can recognize that signature lightning strike from anywhere.

Eddie has lived his entire life in Hawkins and he has never, never, seen a girl wearing an AC/DC shirt. Most of the people around town thought their music was some type of satanic shit, which honestly, only made Eddie like them even more. He was starting to think girls like her only existed in big cities like LA or New York, definitely not in Indiana.

She was every wet dream he’s ever had and now she was standing there looking completely out of place but also like she somehow belonged. Eddie finally notices the whispers and points around them as the other students take note of the mystery girl. If she notices, she doesn’t react, just takes another hit from her cigarette as she again searches the crowd. Eddie can feel his stomach drop at the thought of her waiting on some asshold jock boyfriend.

Who was this girl? And what the fuck was she doing at Hawkins high?

Now one of the most unfortunate things about being a thrice over senior, is Eddie is aware of every person who is coming and going from this school. With less than 200 kids per grade and Hawkins being such a small town, everybody knows everything about each other and he knows for a fact he’s never seen her before.

It’s like she can hear all of his thoughts out loud because she’s suddenly staring right at him. He can hear Gareth’s breath catch from beside him as she goes to stomp out her cigarette, a small smile breaking over her face. If she was beautiful before, doing something as mundane as smoking, her smiling face was enough to nearly knock Eddie over.

She pushes herself off the car, and Eddie can’t help but think that maybe this is a dream, something straight out of Fast Times, as the smile remains and she takes a few steps towards them.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit…” Jeff lisp starts becoming thicker as he seemingly tries to wrap his head around the image of this goddess walking towards them. Eddie is convinced this has to be a prank, some stupid joke on the Hellfire club because they didn’t fit in like the ‘cool’ kids. He wouldn’t put it past Jason Carver to do such a thing but his mind rears at how Jason would even know someone like her.

She’s still smiling as she gets closer, she has to be a little over ten feet away from them by now. “Do you know her?” Gareth whispers from beside Eddie, voice cracking lightly.

“I–Um–,” Eddie feels like he’s visibly stumbling as he tries to make out any type of coherent sentence, but nothing seems to be working. And then the craziest thing happens.

She waves at them.

She fucking waves at them.

Jeff makes a sound and Eddie swears that if Jeff passes out right now he will literally kill him for embarrassing him in front of this girl. This girl who he has absolutely no shot with but hey, a guy can dream.

As if under her spell, all three of the boys automatically lift their arms up to wave back at her. They all notice at the same time, and with their arms still up in the air, they look over at each other, “She was waving at me!” Gareth starts before Jeff interrupts him, “No, she was not! She was very clearly looking directly at me.” Eddie opens his mouth to argue that she was obviously waving at him, when their attention is turned back to her by her yelling a name across the lot.

“Henderson!” Her voice booms across the lot as more and more people take notice of her.

Gareth jaw nearly hits the ground, “What the fuck?”

Jeff quickly follows with, “She’s here for Henderson?!”

“Is this the mormon chick from Utah?”

“No way, mormons don’t dress like that.”

“And what do you know about Mormons?”

“I’ll have you know my mother’s cousin is a Mormon—” Eddie tunes out the two bickering boys beside him as he finally takes his eyes off of her, turning to look in the direction she was headed. Because it wasn’t towards them, it was towards his tiny little proteges and the newest members of the Hellfire Club, Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler.

“Henderson!” He can hear her calling out again behind him, this time closer and louder as she finally gets the freshmans attention.

“Holy shit!” He watches as Dustin starts to run, or what can only Eddie can only qualify as a run/shuffle hybrid, towards the beautiful girl.

Eddie is absolutely perplexed, mindblown, insanely confused. Because how the fuck does this girl know Henderson?

Dustin doesn’t even seem to notice his fellow club members as he meets the girl in a hug just a few steps away from them. They embrace for a few moments and Eddie swears time has stopped as the entire school watches the insane scene unfold before them.

Henderson pulls away from the girl, putting his hands on her shoulders as he seemingly examines her to make sure she’s really in front of him, “What the fuck are you doing here?! I thought you weren’t coming until Saturday?”

“I took my last final earlier today and drove straight from Indianapolis to surprise you! I haven’t even seen Claudia yet.” Her voice was melodic as she refers to Dustin’s mother who Eddie has been outright banned from ever meeting due to the fact that Dustin insists he won’t be able to do Hellfire Club anymore if his mother got a look at their president.

“Holy shit, dude. This is amazing!” Dustin pulls her in for another hug which she gladly accepts. She looks over his shoulder at Mike, a surprise gasp escaping her, “And look at you, Wheeler! Holy shit man, you’re taller than me!” She releases Dustin and drags Mike into a hug that he awkwardly accepts but somehow still looks like he’s hugging his grandmother. She pulls away but keeps him at arm's length, “How’s the family? Did Nancy graduate yet?”

Eddie finally snaps back to reality, knowing that this is his only shot. Now he may have failed senior year twice already, but he was no idiot. He takes a deep breath as he walks towards the trio. “Eddie!” He hears Jeff whisper yell behind him. But he’s too close to them now, Dustin’s already spotted him and it would be too obvious if he were to just turn and go the other way.

“Eddie!” Dustin exclaims, arms up in the air and greeting Eddie like they hadn't just eaten lunch together two hours ago. “Henderson!” Eddie responds, laying a hand on Dustin’s head to shake his cap around a bit. The girl finally steps away from Mike, seemingly giving him a break from her interrogation about his family. She moves her sunglasses up into her hair, giving Eddie the perfect few of her face. She was beautiful in an effortless way, and her smile, it was something Eddie would never forget and something he wanted directed towards him a thousand times over. His stomach flips as she makes eye contact with him.

With her sunglasses off, she squints her eyes as she looks him over, “Eddie?” His heart skips a beat as she says his name. “As in the Dungeon Master?” Her tone is mocking but the fact that she even knows who he is makes his knees nearly give out right there on the concrete. A smile overtakes his face that he can barely keep contained, “In the flesh,” He holds his hand out, a gentleman as always, “And you are…”

Her eyes glide from his outreached hand back towards his face and she reaches up her hand to shake his firmly. The rings on both of their fingers clink together as they meet grasps.

“Honey.”

“Honey?” Eddie’s eyebrows come together not fully understanding the joke, or if there even is one. Dustin perks up beside him, “She’s my cousin! Honey Henderson!”

“Yeah…my parents are kind of hippies.” A small blush rises on her cheeks and Eddie nearly dies a happy man knowing that he caused her to be flustered. Their hands are still moving together in the air as Eddie tries out her name, “Honey Henderson.”

“In the flesh.” Eddie huffs out a laugh as she repeats his words back to him. A throat clears besides them as Dustin speaks up again, “Yeah so, since you’re here early,” Dustin pauses for dramatic effect as he holds his hands out in front of him, “can you drive me and Mike to Hellfire tonight?”

The young woman is snapped out of whatever trance she is in and abruptly pulls her hand out of Eddie’s, placing both of her hands in the back pockets of her jeans.

“Yeah, of course. You two are literally the only people I know around here so, consider me your chauffeur.” Honey does a little mock bow that has Dustin giggling. Eddie could barely see any resemblance in their looks but he’s starting to see the classic Henderson sense of humor sneak through.

“I’m Jeff,” The four of them jump as Jeff and Gareth seem to pop up out of nowhere beside them, their conversation about Mormonism seemingly solved.

Honey smiles towards them both, reaching her hand out in a friendly greeting, “Hi Jeff!” Eddie swears he sees Jeff’s knees shaking as he shakes Honeys’ hand. She releases her grip and turns to point at Gareth, “And you must be…Gareth?” Gareth nods slightly and Eddie can see the blush rising across his face.

“Awesome! Dusty’s told me so much about you guys!”

“Really? Because he hasn’t told us anything about you...” Jeff trails off when Eddie hits him in the arm.

She puts a hand on her chest in mock annoyance as she speaks directly to Dustin, “Really Dusty? No love for your favorite cousin?”

Dustin quickly tries to justify his actions, “You’re my only cousin!” Honey wraps an arm around his neck, bringing Dustin into a headlock, “Yeah, and it still counts you little shit.” Dustin quickly taps out, slipping out of the headlock and out of reach from Honey.

She’s still laughing when she turns back towards the three older boys, “It was nice meeting you guys,” Her gaze slides over to Eddie and he holds his breath as she looks him up and down. “I’ll see you guys around.” Before Eddie can even fathom that she just obviously checked him out, she’s turning towards where her car is parked, slipping her sunglasses back on and walking further away from them.

“We’ll see you guys later!” Dustin calls over his shoulder and Mike gives them a quiet wave as they follow Honey towards the car like lost puppies.

Gareth, Jeff, and Eddie stand in the middle of the parking lot as they watch Honey get into her car with Dustin and Mike scrambling in shortly after. She doesn’t look back over at them as the car turns over and Eddie heards the distinctive call of Ozzy Osbourne’s voice playing over her car speakers. The car quickly drives off but Eddie can swear he sees a small smirk on her lips as they turn out of the parking lot and disappear out of sight.

“She’s–”

“That was–”

Jeff and Gareth both start at the same time before Eddie finishes for them, “A fucking rock goddess.”

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