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theageofcaravel · 7 months

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Rose-Coloured Boy. - Jamie Tartt x F!reader

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MASTERLIST

Chapter I: Reeling Through the Midnight Streets

Plot: Jamie Tartt and Y/N have been best friends since primary school. The pair had fallen out once graduation hit, both of them going their separate ways; Jamie finally kicking off (pun intended) his football career, and Y/N finally walking through the doors of her cinematographer career. One day, they cross paths in the corridors of Nelson Road, Y/N getting the assignment to make a mini docuseries of one of the football clubs in England, hers being AFC Richmond.

Set during season 2 and onward.

warnings: swearing, mentions of food and alcohol

word count: 3,7k

an: HELLOOOOOO!!! im excited to write this, I'm so late to the Ted Lasso wagon, but here I am. I got the idea for this story when I was sat on my couch looking through Pinterest and then I made a board for it. This has also taken me a few days to crank out because I've second guessed the plot a couple of times but anyway, I'm watching Cody and Noel's Love Island series and its reminding me of that one episode in season 2. LMAO, enjoy <3!!!!

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Breathing in deeply, you closed your notebook. Looking up at your professor, you gently rapped your manicured nails upon your desk and eagerly waited to see which football club you were going to be assigned to. The hope in your chest wanted to get your hometown's very own club, having a plausible excuse to visit your home, without your parents getting under your skin..

"Y/N L/N," Professor Loughty called out your name, you quickly stood from your desk and grabbed your belongings. "Yes, sir?" you asked, an eager glimmer in your eyes. "you're gonna be in charge of AFC Richmond, I've emailed Miss Welton and have gotten the approval for you to leave right after I dismiss you, there should be a cab right outside for you. you're going to have to find which one is yours."

With a solemn nod, you breathed in, "is there any way that I could have Manchester City, perchance?" all Professor Loughty replied with a shake of his head, "sorry, Miss L/N, all final decisions have been made."

"Alright, thank you, professor." you nodded again.

"You are dismissed."

Making your way out of the classroom, you sighed disappointedly. All you really wanted was to spend time with your sister, Libby. Your built-in best friend, the person who you call often to just ramble, vent, or see how life on the other side is.

A chime of your phone pulled you out of your thoughts.

any updates?

Libby. So much for getting pulled out of your thoughts.

yeah, got Richmond :/ BUT I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll visit soon.

:( okayyy I love youu

"Y/N!" pocketing your phone, your attention was now averted from your patronising thoughts to that of your best friend. "Bee! Hey." you smiled and waited for your friend to fully approach you.

"Who'd ya end up gettin'?" the Irish girl asked in her usual chipper tone.

"Richmond, I wanted Man City."

She scrunched her nose. "Mmm, ain't that the team with that American coach?" Bee added with a raise of her eyebrows.

"Think so, so I guess it's not all bad.. could be interesting.." You spoke with a shrug which only earned you a light chuckle from the brunette. "Well, I'd certainly hope so. you have to be around him and the team for how long?"

"'Til the end of the semester."

Bee nodded at your reply. "sounds miserable."

"Oh, piss off. Don't you have to write an album by the end of the semester?" you clapped back, causing Bee to only snicker with a shrug.

"Yeah, but that's easy."

"Right, as if you haven't been in a song writing block for the past month or so." freezing in her place, Bee shook her head and glared playfully at the other.

"Exactly. Anyway, I've gotta get going, gotta get my essentials." you said to Bee, embracing her in a hug. "See y'tomorrow?"

The taller girl nodded and walked away with a wave. "See ya, nugget."

You shook her head, that nickname was never going to go away. Walking your merry way over to the line of cabs, you nervously talked to the first cabbie. "Um, which one is the one for Y/N L/N?" you asked and gripped your books close as if they were some sort of security blanket. The man behind the wheel grunted and pointed to the one behind him.

"Should be that one down there, yeah." he replied and basically shooed the girl away. with a breath, you found the cab you were supposedly assigned and sat in the backseat.

"Was ordered to head to your place, where to miss?" The driver asked with a kind smile in which you replied with your address.

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Unlocking your door quickly, you ran into your living room and grabbed your bag full of all the necessities you needed for the months ahead of you; camera, clip in microphones, etcetera. Richmond was only 30 minutes away, which, in hindsight, was better than having to travel four hours per weekend.

With no second thought, you grabbed your water bottle and slung your bag over your shoulder. Taking one last look around, you let out a satisfied huff and headed back outside to the car.

"Alright, Miss L/N, we're headed to Richmond. s'about a 30 minute drive from here." the cabbie, who you learned that his name was Franklin, 'frank for short,' is what he told you, said. He was a nice old man, probably in his early sixties. He was good at keeping up the small talk, asking you about what it is that you’re going to be doing with Richmond. Telling you that before he was a cab driver he was a guitarist in a band, a small one at that. You both bonded over music, You telling him that your best friend is a singer and that sometimes Bee'll get you together to mess around because you have been playing the guitar since you were little but never really pursued anything musically because it wasn't of interest.

Eventually Frank had pulled into Nelson Road, the drive seemed a lot faster than it really was because of how easy it was to talk.

"Thank you, Frank. I'll see you at 5, right?" You asked and the older man nodded. "Have a good rest of your day." You saluted him and walked up to the doors of the stadium. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you entered the building.

Absentmindedly walking down the corridors, you looked around at the walls and folded your arms across your chest looking at the trophy wall; all the history and old photos of Richmond littered within it.

"Excuse me?" a voice spoke from behind you, startling you slightly. You were met with a grin from a lanky looking boy. "Are you lost?" he asked and you only shrugged.

"Guess you could say that." you chuckled awkwardly and lifted your shoulders. "Um, I'm looking for Miss Welton's office. Got lost in thought though."

"Ohhhh, are you Y/N L/N?" the boy asked with a head tilt. In which you responded with a nod. "I can show ya where to go, follow me." he moved slightly before the other nodded and followed behind him.

"Are you the.." you started, "kit... man?" knitting your eyebrows together and stuffing your hands into your jacket's pockets.

"Yeah, I am." he nodded and grinned and stopped at the door to Rebecca's office. "Well, this is it. I'm Will by the way." he said and stuck out his hand for you to shake. You took his hand thankfully.

"Thank you, Will. It was nice to meet you. I'll see you around, yeah?" You waved him goodbye and gently knocked on the slightly open door.

"Come in," a voice shouted, the nerves finally kicking in. Pushing the door open, you were greeted with a warm smile from probably the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. "Hello."

"Errr, hi." you awkwardly smiled, "I'm--"

"Y/N, I've been expecting you." Miss Welton cut the other off, that smile that she held never fading. "Come, sit." she gestured to the chair opposite from her desk. You nodded and set your bag on the floor.

"Okay, um, hi." an awkward smile wavered over the girl's features. Rebecca leaned into her desk, automatically drawn to the way you were acting; that shell she knew she needed to crack.

"Promise I don't bite." the blonde jested which caused you to somewhat get comfortable. "Anyway, we're excited to have you. the boys have been raving about having a cinematographer here to film their every move."

"Thank you for the opportunity, Miss Welton."

"Call me Rebecca."

"Okay.. thank you for the opportunity, Rebecca." you corrected yourself which earned an approving nod and smile from the other. "I'll be here every other day after the school day, during the weekends, and during every game. Even travelling ones, I got the okay from my professors when we learned that this assignment existed."

Rebecca nodded, knowing said information but not wanting to interrupt the girl. "You don't have to start right away, if you want I can introduce you to the boys and everyone else."

With a nod, you pushed herself up off the chair and reached for your bag. "you can leave that in here, we’ll be coming back in here to discuss everything needed.”

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"This is where the boys have physio, you shouldn't have to come here." The pair chuckled and then Rebecca stopped by a blue door where chatter could be heard inside. "and this is the kit room, where the boys change and where the coaches offices are."

“It smells like sweaty ass in here, just warning you.” the blonde jested, causing you to scrunch her nose. "Shall we?" she asked and you nodded. With a gentle knock on the door Rebecca peeked in. "Everyone decent?" she asked, to which all the boys replied in unison with a 'yes'. smiling contently, the taller lady pushed the door open and pushed you in front of her.

"OI." she announced, "everyone this is, Y/N L/N, our cinematographer from the University of London." everyone cheered happily, most just yelling what sounded like mixes of 'LETS GOOOO', 'FUCK YEAH', and 'WICKED'.

At the sound of a familiar name being called, Jamie looked up and went wide eyed. Holy fuck.

Quickly standing up from where he was sitting, you both made eye contact. Brows knitted together, your eyes looked above his head, the words, ‘TARTT’ in big bold letters made you realise that your suspicions were correct. “No way, Jamie?” you asked and breathed out.

The entirety of the room suddenly went quiet, or so it seemed. You apprehensively walked toward him, Rebecca watching you with a look of confusion. Maybe you were just a fan that he’s seen from time to time? No, that wasn’t the case and she knew it the moment you guys both stared at each other with some form of intensity from you and an apologetic look from him. You looked like you wanted to walk over to him and smack him across his face and he looked like he wanted to wrap his arms around you and tell you how sorry he was.

“I–” Jamie started and made his way closer to you, you dryly chuckled.

“No, I just got here, we can talk later.”

He nodded at your cross response and backed away. You introduced yourself and learned everyone’s names, the coaches were in their office in some sort of meeting and Rebecca told you that you’d be able to meet them later.

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Back up in Rebecca’s office, you both went over how you were planning on filming. Going over recording some of the boys separately in their element, interviews, etcetera. You also learned that Rebecca was really easy to talk to, like a best friend.

“Alright, Y/N, I must ask,” Rebecca started, handing you a cup of tea. “Back in the locker room, what was that with you and Jamie?” taking the cup and bringing it to your lips, you sighed.

“We go way back, we met back in primary school and we were attached at the hip up until high school. There were moments when our close friends suspected we were a couple.” You trailed off, “but once we graduated everything just kind of.. Fell off, we both went our separate ways. I tried to get back into contact with him but he would say that he was busy or he’d just flat out ignore me.” you looked over at Rebecca to see her eyebrows raised.

“Sorry, that’s kinda personal innit? Haven’t known each other much.” you said and she just shrugged.

“It’s alright, we’re gonna be getting rather close these next few months, it's a good start for now.” she responded to you, the worry that was on your face was slowly replaced by a warm smile.

“Guess you’re right.”

“‘Course I am, Y/N. ‘Course I am.”

You chuckled and shook your head, taking another sip of your tea. “On another note, I’m quite excited for all of this. Richmond is already so .. nice. I felt welcome the moment I walked in.”

“It does that to you, wait until you meet Ted though, you’ll feel even more welcome.”

As if on cue, there was a gentle knock on the door followed by a man with a moustache walking inside with a beaming grin, “well, howdy y’all.” he greeted. You smiled up at him and stood from your seat, placing your halfway finished mug down on the coffee table.

“Y/N, this is Ted.” Rebecca said. You stuck your hand out for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you, Ted.” You said and he only beamed at you.

“Welcome to the family, Y/N/N.” he replied, your eyes went wide at the sudden nickname. “Its okay if I call you that right? Only seems right with your name.” He chuckled and you nodded.

“Only if I get to call you ‘Teddy’ or somethin’. What's Ted short for anyway?” You asked him, the shift in your demeanour from earlier was like you’ve been here for weeks. “Theodore.” Rebecca chimed in and you grinned over at her and crossed your arms over your torso. “Hmm, then ‘Theo’ will have to do.”

Ted, or Theo smiled from ear to ear. “Glad to hear it, I’ll see y’around.”

You waved the man goodbye and sighed happily. Rebecca stood up from her spot on the sofa and brushed her dress out. “Alright, so, now that we’ve gone over everything, is there anything that you need before you head out for the rest of the day?” she asked you and you shook your head to look down at your watch.

“Nah, I think I’m good.” You said and walked over to where your bag was. “Didn’t even need this today, came over prepared.” chuckling lightly, you leaned down to pick it up.

“Thank you again for being so warm and welcome,” you looked at Rebecca and held your hand out for her to shake it. She took your hand happily, “I’ll see you next week then, to start your work process?” she asked you and you nodded.

“Mhm, yep, and I’ll have everything we went over.” you smiled at her and then bid her farewell.

Walking out of her office and down the stairs you were met with a waiting Jamie, his phone in his hands in a way to distract him. When he heard your footsteps hitting the stairs, he pocketed his device and looked up at you.

“You waited for me.” you said with a raised brow and he nodded.

“Yeah..” he started and you stood in front of him. “I just wanted to .. dunno, apologise?”

“For what? Leaving me alone to think you forgot about me for six years? D’you think I’m just gonna walk right into your arms and accept your apology?” you spat and he took it in. you looked like a wounded puppy and he just wanted to fling forward and hold you. To tell you that everything was gonna be alright and that he wouldn’t dream of doing that to you again.

“Right, right. Yeah, m’sorry ‘bout that.” he looked down at his trainers and nervously gripped his body bag’s strap. “D’ya think we could.. Dunno, go for a walk and talk ‘bout it all?” he asked you, a plea in his eyes.

“I can’t. I have to go back to London, my cabbie is waiting for me.” you replied and rocked on your heels.

“What about when you come back?”

“Dunno, I don’t think I wanna hear some bullshit excuse as to why you left me in the dust.”

“Please, Y/N.” he pleaded, “we don’t even have to talk for long. If you decide that you don’t want anything to do with me or listen then you can walk away.”

You sighed in defeat, “fine.”

He nodded, trying to hide the victorious smile on his lips but failing.

“Wipe that smug grin off your ugly mug before I do it for you.”

“Aye aye.” Jamie responded, that was the Y/N he knew all those years back, and you walked away with a sigh and a shake of your head.

God this was so fucking weird.

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Once the next week rolled around, you told Bee how you bumped into Jamie, whom you might’ve told her about once or twice.. Or a few times whilst drunk. Telling her stories about how you were, “sooooooo mad at him for ghosting me like that. I loved him ssooooo much and he goes and does that.”

At 10am, Frank pulled into the car park of Nelson Road and you bid him farewell when gathering your belongings. You walked inside, instantly greeted with that family-like haze. A smile wafted on your features, nodding in acknowledgement at whomever passed by.

“Good morning, Y/N/N!” Ted said when you walked by him on your way up to Rebecca’s office. “Mornin, Theo.” you smiled at him and gave him a high five.

The rest of the morning went pretty well – You and blondie, new nickname (Ted approved), going over what you guys went over on your first day, you setting up everything you needed, using one of the meeting rooms as a place to have special interviews for the boys when the time came and making a makeshift desk of one of the tables for when you needed to edit or when you when you weren’t filming.

When lunch time approached, Rebecca asked if you wanted to join her, but you told her that you wanted to make sure that everything was working properly because once everyone was back from the lunch break you were going to record the first of many parts of the boys’ training. She gave you a thumbs up and you were on your merry way to set up a camera outside.

“Headed outside?” a familiar Mancunian accent asked you, you stopped in your tracks and turned toward the voice.

“Mhm, yep.” You said, your change in demeanour going from steadfast wanting to get the hell out.

“Need help?” he asked you, a pleading look in his eyes. You looked down at the gadgets you had in your hands. Setting said things up on your own would not be easy, especially when you don’t have a whole crew to help you with lighting and every other necessity that came with filming.

With a defeated sigh, there was really no point in doing it on your own when the other offered help, you looked at him. “That would.. Be nice,” you started, trailing off, “but aren’t you supposed to be at lunch with the guys or somethin’? Don’t wanna be a bother or anythin’, I’m sure I can manage on my own.”

“Nah, s’no problem. Promise.” he placed his hand on his chest, “Not really hungry anyhow.” he nodded and stepped in front of you to open the door out to the pitch.

“Thanks.” You said and smiled at him thankfully. He nodded and you looked around.

“Hmm, hey, Jamie?” you asked, and he turned to you with his eyebrows up. “Where d’ya reckon would be the best spot to film?”

He pointed to a spot beside where he said that Ted and Beard usually stand and watch, “You can practically see everything from here, but you might have to change directions of the camera every now and then.”

You shrugged and leaned down to unpack your best camera for the outdoors, “that’s fine, its my job anyway.” you set up your tripod and turned your camera on. Looking into the lens, you adjusted the lighting.

“So, Y/N..” Jamie said and stood in front of your camera with some sort of lopsided grin, “D’ya think we could do that talk right now?”

You looked up and huffed, “dunno, are you gonna get out of my way?” he shrugged and moved from the focus. “What is there to really talk about anyway? You ghosted me for years. You didn’t even wish me a happy birthday, or send christmas cards.” With one final twist of your lens you stepped away and looked at Jamie who scratched his neck.

“Yeah, don’t really have an excuse for that. Other than being a professional footballer ‘n all.”

“Yeah, but you still could’ve said something, that's not really a valid excuse.” you replied and gave him a stern look. “Remember what I said about bullshit excuses, Tartt?”

“Wait, no,” he looked at you with a panicked look. “There's really nothin’ that excuses me actions, but please know that I am sorry. I haven’t forgotten about you all these years, y’know.”

“Then why the fuck did you stay silent for so many years? I gave up trying to reach out to you after my twenty - first birthday. Tried seein’ if you wanted to come celebrate and maybe catch up and you NEVER responded.” you placed your hands on your hips and you could see the guilt written all over his face.

“Yeah.” you responded, “but I’m an adult and I ended up forgiving and forgetting until the universe decided to have us cross paths again.” you half jested, Jamie’s lips curling upward just a tinge. “How about I make you a deal?”

He quirked his brows up and you responded with a sigh. “I will forgive you.” you said and watched as his face changed from curious to excited. “If,” you paused, only egging him on, “you promise that it won't happen again, even after this project is done and over with.”

Looking at him expectedly, the brunet stepped forward and engulfed you in a bone crushing hug, the only kind he’d give you after something good happened or after you had a meltdown in front of him. “Cross me heart, Y/N.”

You smiled against his shoulder and hugged him back briefly, only to pull away and stick out your pinky. “Pinky promise me, James.” you said, the full name throwing him off slightly. He intertwined your fingers and you both leaned down to press kisses to your thumbs, sealing the deal.

“Pinky promise.”

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Alright, STINKIES!!!!!! Let me know if you wanna be on the tag list n stuff!! I'll try to get a few more chapters out this week! They'll probably be a bit shorter, some fillers, some not, etcetera!! ANYWAY!! Thank you for reading <3

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ofstoriesandstardust · 3 months

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scott street (j.h.s.)

a/n: this one is for those of us who didn't grow up with the childhood we deserved. may we all find some sort of peace in our adult lives.

summary: You open up to Jake about your childhood.

second star to the right (and straight on 'til morning)

warnings: vaguely referenced childhood trauma, complicated parental relationships, swearing, alcohol mentions, unedited

word count: 1.7k

"do you feel ashamed/when you hear my name?"

“What’s the coolest place you’ve ever been?”

You blink, realizing Reuben was talking.

Bradley hums, swirling the last of his beer in his can. “Germany, I’d say.”

Jake looks over at the brunette in surprise. “When the fuck did you go to Germany? Why?”

Bradley laughs, shoulders shaking. “Our high school did an exchange program with a school out there, but the ROTC kids got to go along. Not sure why though.”

“I remember that trip. Everyone got fucked up.”

“Did you go on that trip?” Bradley asks, curiosity piquing in his voice.

You shake your head. “God no, I’d never have been able to afford it. No, I just remember all the Snapchat videos of you guys at the Rhine getting wasted.”

“Mom doesn’t know about that, so shush.” Bradley says, narrowing his eyes. You throw your hands up in mock surrender.

“My lips are sealed Bradshaw.”

“What about you? What’s the coolest place you’ve ever visited?”

You hum, shrugging. “Honestly, LA.”

Javy groans. “What? That’s so fucking lame.”

You huff out half of a nervous laugh, realizing you were starting to encroach on territory you often tried to avoid with this group. “Honestly, can’t say I’ve visited anywhere cooler.”

“Your family didn’t go on like… fun yearly vacations? Nowhere even just out of the state?” Natasha asks, with her eyebrow raised.

You blink.

“You think we could’ve afforded that shit?”

“I mean, this is a nice neighborhood and you grew up across the street from here-” Reuben starts but you’re quick to cut him off.

“No, you all just assumed I grew up across the street from Bradley. I didn’t move into that house until high school and God knows where the money for that house came from.”

“We used to hear her and her Mom getting into screaming matches from across the street. Quality afternoon entertainment.” Bradley says, a smirk on his face.

You rise from your seat, Jake protesting as you do so. “Yeah, fuck you Bradshaw.”

He turns as you walk towards the sliding glass doors. “Hey, wait, I didn’t mean-”

“Just shut up.”

“Is everything okay?”

You sniff, rubbing your snotty nose on the sleeve of the maroon embroidered San Diego sweatshirt you’d bought off Etsy just a few months ago.

You’d been so excited for it.

“I think a piece of me died in that house, Jake.” You croak, turning to look at him. He sighs, crouching down to sit next to you on your balcony. You could see all the city lights of the town you had always called home, stretching in every direction.

“Not, not in that house across the street from Bradley’s, I- I’ve never liked that place.” You say with a shrug as he reaches over to wipe a tear away. “But that first house, the one I called home. I think a piece of me died there.” Your shoulders begin to tremble as you feel another sob come on. “And I want- I want to show you around, and show you all the places I grew up and the stories behind them, but I- I don’t know how without also acknowledging all the hurt.”

“Show me the hurt.” He whispers. “It’s okay. I’m right here, for the happy and the hurt and the in-between. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why is it ugly?” Jake jeers, leaning around you as he peers at the metal gate of the high school.

You let out a little laugh. “You know what, my stomach used to drop every time I arrived at this place. Every morning, I used to stall and talk to my Dad because I didn’t want to get out of the car and go in. I wanted to leave before I ever even got here. Graduating always seemed like the best thing that would ever happen to me. Four years I was miserable and yet- I don’t know, I kind of miss it. Maybe miss what it could’ve been.”

“You and Bradshaw weren’t buds?”

“Hell no, he was right when he said the neighborhood got free entertainment out of the screaming matches heard from my house.”

“What’s your favorite memory from here?”

You smile wistfully, eyes glancing over the campus.

“Leaving. Leaving and knowing I never had to come back to a place that made me feel like I was going to suffocate in a dead-end life. I know a lot of people hate high school but that- that was different almost. Those last two weeks of senior year- I’ve never felt anything quite like it.”

The two of you sit there for a while before you sigh, turning back to Jake.

“Well, on to the next.”

“It looks like a prison.”

You giggle at Jake’s bluntness of your middle school. “The San Diego Union-Tribune said the same.”

“Wait, okay, those murals are kind of cute.”

Jake’s talking about the different murals the elementary school had commissioned over the years, which really, were some amazing artistry that made the school feel incredibly welcoming.

You nod. “They have a lot of open houses and events for the community, I keep meaning to get involved or swing by, just see the place. See what’s changed.”

Jake hums, squeezing your hand as he circles the block. “That would be fun, I’d love to see it too.”

“I spent so many years at this park.” You say softly as you settle down on the grass next to Jake. “My whole life, I’d come to this park. The late night therapy conversations with friends, the fights I’d have with them, the reprieve from my parents, the lunches and birthday parties, it all happened here.”

Jake licks the spoon of the frozen yogurt place from a few blocks over before responding.

“How come we’ve never been here on any dates then?”

You shrug, scooping around the Oreo bits in your yogurt.

The shop you used to go to all the time with your Dad had been sold by the nice woman to a bigger chain, the place far from what it had been when you were a kid.

“Because I’ve tried not to come anywhere near this place. This neighborhood- it’s not good memories for me Jake. I want to leave it all behind, leave it where it belongs. I’m not that person any more. I don’t want to be her ever again.”

The car rolls to a stop across the street, parking under the only tree on the block that ever dropped leaves when the seasons changed.

It’s silent in the car as you sigh, looking at the house through the smudged glass.

It’s painted blue now and the pomegranate tree that had sat out front is gone.

It wasn’t even really all that far from the new place across the street from Bradley’s, a five minute drive taking you right back.

Still, moving out of that place had felt like leaving so much life behind. Like a door had closed that you’d never be able to reopen ever again, no matter how much you pounded on the door and tugged at the doorknob.

“I guess they’re selling this place now.” You whisper. “My sister texted me the Zillow link.” You swallow thickly as your eyes begin to sting. “Fifteen years I lived there and I couldn’t recognize a single room.”

You shake your head, turning away from the window. “That place- it stopped feeling like home so long before we moved. But I just- I just think about the little girl who had all her best memories there who laughed and loved and cried and whose light died when her parents took that from her.”

Jake leans over the center console, brushing a few tears from your cheeks as you chance another look at the house.

“It’s so silly to say-” You hiccup. “But I feel- I feel like her ghost is trapped in there, waiting for someone to return and love her the way she should have been by her parents. I lost so much in that home to a dysfunctional family with parents who wouldn’t know the first thing about love.”

The tears are salty on your lips as you tilt your head down, wringing your hands together.

“But it wasn’t just- my family. It was the loss of friends and never feeling like enough. It was the first place where I realized I wasn’t what the world defined as pretty or cool enough to get asked out on dates or to dances. And I just-”

Your heaving sigh gives way to the tears.

“I just want to set her free. That little girl who used to walk around in princess heels that drove her parents nuts and read Harry Potter books under her covers until the sun came up- I wish there was a way to let her memory go without also feeling like I’m letting her down.”

You realize too late that the words might have been too much too early for Jake but he’s quick to read your mind, softly lifting your wrist to press a soft kiss to your pulse point.

“She knows, honey. She knows.” He whispers. “Believe me okay? That little girl inside of you would be so proud of the woman you’ve turned out to be. You’ve done so many things in your life that seven-year-old you – or hell, even thirteen-year-old you – never would have even thought possible.”

He leans farther, pushing back some of your hair from your face.

“I know that there’s no way to go back and undo from your childhood, that healing that little girl inside of you will take so much more time and care and love. You deserved to be loved in the way parents are supposed to love their kids, supportive and encouraging and kind and I know those things weren’t true about yours. There is no denying that you should’ve been given that love as a child.” He swallows, intertwining his fingers with yours. “But I can say that you have risen above all the loss and the pain and become an incredible, bright, kind, successful individual. That hurt and longing that I know must ache is valid. But don’t let it push you under, because there is so much more life and love to be experienced beyond what happened in that house. It’s just four walls and a roof, honey. It’s okay to let it go.”

#jake seresin #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x reader #top gun: maverick #second star to the right (and straight on 'til morning)

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hongjoongsart · 2 months

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Teaser - Cold Hands | Song Mingi

⛸️ IMPORTANT: Re-upload from my deleted account! (hongjoongspoetry)

⛸️ Summary: You and Mingi have been going at each other's neck for the past six months. The latter finds big enjoyment in spurring you on while you just want to make it to graduating without being charged with murder. Things take an interesting turn when your crush and fellow figure skater shows interest in you resulting in a fistfight, a confession and heartbreak.

⛸️ Pairing(s): Hockey Player!Mingi x Figure Skater!Reader, Figure Skater!Hyunjin x Figure Skater!Reader

⛸️ Genres/Tropes: College/University AU, non-idol AU, rivals to lovers, angst, fluff, smut...

⛸️ Warnings/Tags: f!reader, no use of Y/N, swearing, a handful of movie references...

⛸️ Wordcount: Estimated 15K-20K

⛸️ Author's note: Sneakpeak for my Hockey Player!Mingi x Figure Skater!Reader oneshot. It's the first out of eight parts of my upcoming oneshot series; Puzzle Pieces.

AO3 Click on me!

This is all fiction and not meant to represent Mingi in any way or form.

The sound of blades against ice and the smell of a freezer minus the food brought you great comfort, and it continued to do so for a century and half. The ice rink was your second home – not school or your grandma’s house – heck, you could manoeuvre the place better than your own house.

Abel Korzeniowski’s Charms blasted pleasantly through the speakers in the hall. You stood in the middle of the rink with your hands raised and knees slightly bent, while facing forward. The arena was completely empty which wasn’t anything weird considering it was six AM on a Monday. You slowly moved across the ice in sync to the music, leaving all your thoughts and worries in the parking lot outside. There was only you and the ice.

As the music gradually picked up its pace you began doing light spins and jumps. You imagined the arena to be packed with people, excited eyes following your elegant figure and cheers going off like cannons after every stunt.

In tune to the music reaching its turning point you propelled yourself up and spun in the air only for the melody to be abruptly cut off. A short static echoed in the hall as the AUX was rather harshly unplugged from your phone, resulting in you losing your footing and falling on the ice.

“Majestic as always Swan Princess, but I’ll have to deduct ten points for that eye captivating fall.”

Chorus of laughter and gloves pounding against the plexiglas averted your attention for a split second and the picture of an audience watching wasn’t much of an imagination as the whole hockey team stood by the entrance of the rink.

With a curse, you got up and threw a glare towards the music booth planted between the penalty boxes. Scratch that, you threw a glare at the guy inside the music booth.

If there was anything figure skating couldn’t help you with it was Song Mingi, left winger of Red Tigers and the biggest douchebag known to man-kind.

The man-kind in question was you.

“Piss off, Song. The rink is booked until 10 am.”

The large man leaned into the mic, a smug grin on his stupidly handsome face, “Can’t do sweetheart. We have an upcoming match against the Blue Wolves so we need to practice.”

In three slides you reached the worn out glas separating you two.

“Listen here asshole,” you breathed out a cloud of fog, “I don’t care what you have or when you have it, the rink is booked so take your little pack of chihuahuas and fuck off!”

Mingi made himself comfortable on the chair, hands intertwined behind his neck and long legs perched up on the desk. He was not going anywhere unless it was on that ice.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait til you’re done.”

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chaotic-on-main · 10 months

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sky my lovely!!! first off congratulations you absolute sweetie pie!! so deserved and I cant wait to watch you grow more <3

second!! im sliding a $5 across the ice cream truck counter very suavely to order a pralines and cream with hot fudge (my absolute favorite!!) I'm thinking awkward unspoken feelings friends to lovers type thing?? like how long can we ignore that we woke up in each others arms??? AGH okay I love you mwah mwah thank you

Order up!! One pralines and cream with hot fudge for Mars!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event

☾ Pairings ➼ Megumi Fushiguro x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, expletives, one bed, friends to lovers (almost), modern au

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hi Mars!! Thank you so much for sending in a request! I may be a Levi girly, but I gotta admit I had a lot of fun writing this. I definitely did not start this at 2am and decided to stay up til 5am to finish it. I'm queueing this up though, worry not. Also I realized last minute you might have wanted more of the aftermath of waking up in each other's arms so if you would like a second part to this, please let me know?? I wouldn't mind, as I have something in mind that could work. But if I had continued, it would have easily been over 5k words and I need to work on other requests LMAO.

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.2k

It would figure with your shitty track record, everything and their mother would do anything in their power to stop you from reaching your destination – your hometown. Due to traffic, multiple car wrecks, and now what felt like the heaviest thunderstorm known to man – you find yourself sitting behind the wheel 9 hours into what should have been a 7 hour drive. And according to the GPS display on the dash, you’re still a couple hours away from where you’re supposed to be.

Your knuckles turn white as you grip the steering wheel in distress. The rain comes down in sheets, making the wipers work overtime just to give you a few seconds glimpse at the road ahead. You sat in silence because you had turned the radio off a few miles back so you could focus. A cough to your right startles you and it takes everything within you to not swerve off the road.

“Shit! Megumi, what the fuck.” You hiss, pressing your hand to your chest in a means to calm your beating heart.

“I just coughed, calm down.” Your black haired companion mumbles, rolling his eyes at you. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Well excuse me for trying to keep us alive. If you couldn’t tell, there’s a lot of shit happening outside.” You scowl. In your high-strung concentration, you completely forgot about your best friend sitting in the passenger seat. He’s the whole reason why you’re even going back home in the first place.

One of his friends from high school is getting married back in the hometown where you all grew up. You knew of this friend by association, but that was it. You didn’t even know Megumi back then, even though you went to the same school as him. You had actually met him at the local community college before both getting opportunities in the same city post-graduation. Now that you think back on it, Megumi has been your roommate for as long as you remember.

Maybe that’s why you felt the need to help him when his car decided to take a shit, offering to drive him at the very last minute. You suppose you could have let him just borrow your car, but you were persistent to drive him yourself. You told yourself it was to make sure your car got there and back in one piece. Part of you tells yourself you’re a liar.

Megumi calls your name.

“What?” You squint your eyes, as if that would help you see what was out the blurry windshield.

“Let’s just pull off and get a motel somewhere. This storm is not letting up and it’s already so late. You need a break.”

“I promised to get you there. So I’m doing that.” You frown at the possibility of failing him.

“You’re not breaking that promise by pulling off for the night. We’ll just get up early tomorrow and head straight there.” Megumi insists.

“We’re only a cou-“

“Pull off on the next exit or I’m grabbing the steering wheel from you.” He cuts in wryly.

“Then we’d both be dead, is that what you want?” He doesn’t say anything to that. When you take a second to glance over, you’re met with a slight scowl.

“Ugh, FINE.” You get into the left lane and slow down, waiting for the next exit to come up.

Fortunately for you two, there are plenty of places to stay in the little area you pull off into. Unfortunately, every place you call has no vacancies due to this time of year except for a dinky little motel way down the road. It wasn’t your first choice, and you had even offered to drive down to the next exit to find something else. Megumi points out the next exit wasn’t for another 30 miles, so the dinky little motel it was.

“If I get murdered in my sleep, I want you to know it was all your fault.” You mutter to Megumi as you rip open the office door, dripping wet from just a few seconds of being out in the pouring rain.

“You can stay in the car then. It’ll save you money.” He mumbles back quietly.

“Pft, whatever.” You turn your focus to the clerk sitting at the front desk, currently blowing bubbles with chewing gum and scrolling through her smartphone. She doesn’t look up.

“Uh- excuse me?” You call out. She still doesn’t acknowledge you or your friend.

Megumi goes up to the counter and slaps a hand down onto the linoleum covered counter. The clerk jumps up, eyes wide in shock. It takes a moment for her to register there are two customers waiting for her.

“Can I help you?” She says, her tone drenched with boredom.

“Yeah, two rooms please.” Megumi says, holding up two fingers – his ring and pinky.

“Let me see.” The clerk says. She puts her phone down to click around the computer in front of her. She types a few things in, clicks around, then flickers her eyes above the screen to the two of you.

“We only have one room left.” Her monotonous voice was really starting to grate at you.

“Does it at least have two beds?” You ask, annoyance slipping into your voice.

You’re met with a shrug and a pop of bubble gum. You take a step forward, feeling the heat of your frustration simmering. Megumi holds his arm out across your chest and holds you back.

“We’ll take it, thanks.” With that, Megumi pays for it and is handed the keys in turn.

“Check out is 11am. Thanks for staying with us, or whatever.” The lady says, waving her hands dismissively before going back to her phone. If you weren’t so drained, you would have thrown yourself over the counter at her. Maybe it was due to being so drained that you were thinking of doing something so feral. Instead, you take a deep breath and follow Megumi out the door.

The rain still comes down in sheets as you and Megumi rush to grab the bags from the trunk and book it up to the second floor where the room you were staying in lies. Much to your ever growing irritation, the motel in question is one of those that have the open walkways, only the guardrail and overhang serving as protection. Not like it matters anyways, because the rain starts blowing at an angle and pelts you in the face as you struggle to make it to the room.

Your boiling pot of anger threatens to spill over when you stumble into the room behind Megumi to find that there weren't two beds – in fact there was only one. The smallest queen you had ever seen. In the grimiest looking motel room you have ever seen. Dropping your bag to the floor, you groan in frustration.

“That lady sucks.” You rub your face with both hands, pulling your cheeks down and staring over to Megumi. He’s grabbing some extra blankets and a pillow from the storage closet by the bathroom. “What are you doing, ‘Gumi?”

“Getting my spot on the floor ready.” He mutters without looking over to you. After tossing the bedspread onto the floor, he heads to the bathroom. You bound over to him quickly, only to have the door shut in your face.

“Like hell you will. Take the bed, I’ll get the floor.” You shout over the hardwood. He doesn’t respond. Instead of being a normal person who would just wait over the by the bed, you slam your fists into the door.

“You’ve been driving all day. You deserve the bed more than me.” You hear him say, muffled. You stare at the faded, thin carpet under your feet. It’s a dark burgundy, littered randomly with even darker spots. Perhaps it had been a bright red at one point?

“That floor looks like it hasn’t been cleaned since the 90s. Why don’t we just…” You trail off as Megumi opens the door, coming face to face with you. He wasn’t expecting you to be so close. You notice he had changed into dry pajamas, though you’re not sure how he did it so quickly. Nor did you see him bring clothes in with him. You must be really tired.

“Why don’t we just what?” A black eyebrow raises at you in curiosity.

“..Just share the bed.” You mumble under your breath. Turning on your heel, you head over to the side of the bed closest to the wall.

“Do what?” Megumi follows you, frowning slightly. He hadn’t heard you.

“Share the bed.” You say louder, not looking his way. In all the years you both had been roommates, sharing a bed was something that had never come up. It wasn’t needed, for obvious reasons.

“I mean, if that’s okay with you.” He replies back coolly. Your eyes snap up to his, and notice he’s watching you anxiously despite his tone.

“We don’t have to. It was just a suggestion.” You raise your hands up in defense, puffing your cheeks out.

“No, I think it’s the smartest choice we have.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Postive?”

“Just go change into dry clothes, dummy.” He rolls his eyes and walks past to his side of the bed. You trill your lips as you push yourself off the bed and into the bathroom after grabbing a pair of pajamas out of your small bag.

You find yourself on your side facing the wall about 10 minutes later. Megumi is tucked under the covers behind you, facing the window you suspect. It’s quiet bar for the ticking of the analog clock on the wall above the tv by the front door. Before getting into bed, he had made sure to lock every lock available to him.

‘Triple reassurance.’ He had said.

You roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. That thought from earlier today about why you were so insistent on driving him surfaces to the top of your mind. You turn your head to where Megumi currently lies, his back to you confirming your assumption from before. His black hair pools around his pillow. You think you’re the only person who has ever seen his hair down from his normal spiky style.

“’Gumi?” You whisper over to him. You’re met with silence, which means he must have fallen asleep. Exhausted from the drive today, sleep comes to you just as easily. Your last thought before falling into pitch black nothingness is Megumi's stupidly cute smile.

When you wake, you don’t open your eyes right away. You can already tell the sun must be up by the way your eyelids tint pink. Your eyes flutter open and you blink hard a few times to reorient yourself. An ugly navy striped wallpaper glares back at you. Where were you?

You take a second to think. That’s right, you and Megumi had stopped at a motel last night to shelter from the storm for the evening. A small gust of air blows down your neck and it takes everything in you to not jump up and out of bed. Something cinches over your waist and pulls you close and your eyes widen. Wait, Megumi.

Carefully, you slide your hand down to what was around your waist and a breath hitches in your throat. It’s an arm, and not just any arm. It belongs to Megumi – solely based off the fact he was the only one in the bed with you.

By the depth of his breaths, you can tell he’s still sleeping. Good, you think to yourself. Maybe you can move his arm off you gently and not wake him. However, when you go to wrap your fingers around his wrist, he digs his face into your hair and sighs softly. He’s pulling you in closer too, and this is where you’re drawing the line.

“U-uh Megumi.” You say. Your voice is crackly with the lack of moisture.

His breathing steadies out, and suddenly you feel him stiffen up behind you. Slowly, he pulls away and the sadness that comes with the absence of his body heat hits faster than you would have cared to admit.

“S-Sorry.” He mutters behind you, his own voice thick with sleep.

“No, it’s okay.” You squeak out. Pulling yourself out of the covers, you grab your bag and practically run to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a soft click.

You don’t come out for another 30 minutes, deciding to take a quick shower to calm yourself down. A few mental arguments later, you feel you can face him. This needed to be talked about. You wanted to talk about it. You take a deep breath and throw the bathroom door open. When you walk out, however, you see Megumi dressed and ready to go by the door, his bag in hand.

“There you are. Ready to head out? If we leave now, we can make it for the rehearsal lunch.” He looks up from his phone that he must have been scrolling on while waiting.

“I-yeah. Megumi, listen-“ You stop with your mouth open, ready to say what you had rehearsed in the steamed up bathroom mirror. But nothing comes out. Instead, you pinch your lips together and give him a nod. “Yeah. Let’s go."

TBH I don't know of any other JJK moots. So if you see this and wanna be tagged in my next JJK fics, please comment to let me know?? Thank you! (I will tag @romantichomicide95 tho because I know she's a Megumi girly)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi #megumi x reader #megumi x gn!reader #megumi fushiguro x gn!reader #modern au #fluff #one bed #sky's summer event #ice cream order: pralines and cream with hot fudge

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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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tease- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: it’s date night with eddie and he’s getting you all hot and bothered in public

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (fingering, dirty talk, implied sex), fluff overload, eddie being the perfect gentleman and a goddamn tease, corny shit ngl

Request?: Yes

A wholesome date night but eddie decides to tease the reader and they couldnt wait to get home so they do it…in the car

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: here is yet another fic as part of the sleepover collab and i really enjoyed this prompt because it sounds so eddie lmao. enjoy!- sava

The knock at your doors pulls you from the intense stare you were giving yourself in the mirror. Finishing up a few minor touches, sink down and lace your combat boots quickly, before standing up straight again. You tuck the band t-shirt you were wearing, curtesy of your boyfriend's closet, into the waistband of your black skirt and run your hands along it to smooth out the flowy fabric. With a smile, you grab your small bag and open your bedroom door, your boyfriend Eddie standing there with his hands behind his back, whistling to himself as he swings his weight back and forth between his tip toes.

Flashing him a smile, he meets your gaze and dips his head down to kiss your lips briefly, a gentle peck coming from his soft pink lips. Pulling away, you wrap your arms around his neck, his ring clad hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you in close.

“Hi sweetheart,” he finally lets out, his eyes looking at yours, then trailing down your body and taking in your outfit. “You look reeeally nice tonight babe.”

“Thank you, handsome. You don’t look so bad yourself,” you reply with a smirk. You lean in again and kiss his cheek quickly, before tearing yourself out of his embrace and taking his hand as you lead him down the hall of your family home. Bidding your parents farewell, the two of exit the house and walk towards his van.

You and Eddie Munson have been dating since halfway through your senior year, which happened to be Eddie’s second attempt at graduating. The two of you bonded over your shared love for metal music, him discovering your secret when he bumped into you in the hallway, making you drop your Dio tape you had been talking to your friend, Robin, about. You’ll always remember how his eyes lit up when he picked up the tape and how he turned to you beaming, excitement flooding his system at finally finding someone who enjoyed the same things as him within the confines of the small-minded town known as Hawkins, Indiana. Now here the two of you were, a little over a year later and happier than ever with your man at your side.

Eddie pulls open the passenger door for you, thanking him with a bright smile before jumping inside and buckling up. You cross your legs at your ankles and drum your fingers on the exposed skin just below where your skirt rode up, watching Eddie hop in on his side and turning the engine on. The music booms to life as he buckles himself, the same Dio tape you’d been discussing when you two first spoke playing through his van. Eddie flashes you a knowing smile, with you returning the gesture as he pulls out of your driveway and speeding off towards your date spot.

Even though the two of you hang out constantly, you made it a point to visit the same diner every Saturday night. You both would go to Benny’s and sit in your reserved booth, which Benny had set up for the two of you around the fourth month of the tradition being put into place as a thank you for being such valued customers. Ever since the weekly ritual started, it was always something looked forward to and got you through the week.

“How’s you day been Eds?” You question, leaning over the center console so he’d hear you better over the music. He turns the knob down a little, getting the music to a reasonable volume.

“It’s been pretty good! Had practice earlier with the guys, but I was counting down the minute til I got to see you,” he tells you, glancing at you for a moment with a sweet smile on, his dimples on full display. You giggle as you sit back in your seat.

“You can be so corny sometimes Eds. You’re ruining your reputation,” you tease.

“Only do it for you, sweetheart. How was your day?” He asks.

“Boring. Wish I came to watch you practice,” you pout, playing with your nails a little while you spoke. Eddie chuckles and you watch his hand snake its way over the center console and rest on your inner thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. You place your hand on top of his and give it a squeeze, looking out the window as you continue your journey to Benny’s.

Slamming the door, you meet Eddie around the front of his van and you take his hand in yours, making your way towards the front door of the diner. Waving at Benny who you see in the kitchen window, the two of you make your way to the booth in the corner, a makeshift ‘reserved’ sign proudly sitting on display at the table. You push it aside as you sit down, Eddie’s figure squishing in next you and hold you close.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite customers,” Benny greets you, his smile stretching from ear to ear. You lean against Eddie’s shoulder as you turn your attention to Benny.

“How’s it going Ben?” Eddie asks, nodding at the owner.

“Oh you know, same old stuff. Want me to go ahead and get your usual out?” Benny asks. You nod like a happy child and watch him laugh, walking away from your table as you turn to Eddie with the biggest smile on your face. He too laughs at your demeanor and brings you legs to rest over his lap, sending him a jokingly suggestive look.

“Someone’s quite touchy this evening,” you poke at him. He flashes you his devilish smirk.

“You have no idea, sweetheart,” he tells you.

The feeling of cool metal makes your body shiver as his hands find their way towards your inner thigh once again, just like in the van. You look at him and see danger in his eyes, his pupils having grown since you saw them last.

“Eddie…” you let out, warning evident in your voice. He shushes you and leans in close to your face, head dipping down to your neck and pressing a wet kiss to the exposed flesh. His lips move up a bit, a kiss companying each slight movement until he presses them to the shell of your ear.

“Be a good girl for me, alright?” he whispers, his teeth nipping your earlobe. His finger tips ghost up your thigh even more, brushing past the hem of your skirt and squeezing between where your thighs come together. You shiver once more as he taps your leg, your thighs immediately widening under the table.

Your breath hitches as you feel the cool air of the diner make contact with your bare pussy, Eddie’s dexterous fingers sliding the fabric that covered it over and holding it in place. Your fingers find purchase on his knee, digging into his ripped denim as he glides a single digit between your folds, gathering your wetness.

You bury your face in Eddie’s neck, the thickness of his leather jacket muffling your soft moans as he slides his finger inside your walls. His slender finger moves in and out of your pussy slowly, dragging it along your walls. You peer up at him from your position on his shoulder, his gaze intense as the smug look on his face grows.

His thumb makes its way to your clit, rubbing small circles as he continues fingering you at a slow pace. You look over your shoulder to the people surrounding you, Benny still in the kitchen cooking up and order and a few customers scattered amongst the diner. You bite your lip to keep the moans at bay, thankful that not a lot of people were at Benny’s on this particular Saturday.

“Does it feel good baby?” Eddie whispers, following his words with quick pecks towards your neck. You nod, not being able to trust yourself if you speak. “Oh c’mon baby, you know I want to hear you say it.”

Just before you can will yourself to respond, he pushes another finger inside you, stretching you wider than you were. Your nails dig deeper into his knee, nearly poking crescent shaped holes into his black denim. You shoot him a pointed look, but your features ease at the pressure slowly building up inside you. Throwing your head back, you let out a quiet sigh, basking in the feeling of his fingertips brushing against that spongey spot inside you that usually made you scream.

“You gonna come soon sweetheart? Gonna put on a show for everyone around us?” He teases, kissing your cheek as his pace increases. You grip the side of the booth with your free hand, letting out a low breath as the knot inside you continues to build up. You continue to climb towards your climax, the world around you starting to become blurry with stars.

“Order up! One chocolate shake and a basket crispy fries,” Benny announces, placing your usual order on the table in front of you. Eddie’s hands quickly retreat to your side as your frustration bubbles inside you. You give Benny a tight lipped smile and readjust yourself, swinging your legs off of Eddie’s lap and crossing them at your ankles.

“Thanks Ben, you always treat us right,” Eddie tells him. Benny bids your farewell and walks towards the other side of the restaurant, clasping his hand on the back of another regular who had joined. As soon as he’s out of your immediate view, you quickly give Eddie an annoyed look, leading him to bust into a fit of laughter. He shakes his head as he reaches for the fries, but you swat his hand away and grab some before he can.

“You’re a menace, Mr. Munson,” you tell him, shoveling the fries in your mouth after dipping them into your milkshake.

“Yeah? Well you fucking love it, don'tcha sweetheart?”

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“Bye Benny, we’ll see you next week!” You exclaim, Eddie guiding you out the door with his hand on the small of your back. Benny waves and the two of you head towards his van. Pulling open the door, you hop inside and buckle up quickly. You watch Eddie climb inside and look at you with a smug look.

“Are we going to talk about what happened in there?” You question, crossing your arms over your chest as you raise a brow at him. Eddie laughs as he leans over the center console to get close to your face.

“And what exactly would we be talking about?” He teases, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek and plopping back in his seat. He turns the engine on as your roll your eyes and let out a small groan. Eddie puts the van into reverse and the two of you make your way out of the parking lot of the diner.

“Oh you know, just the fact that you decided to finger me at fucking Benny’s just now! And you didn’t even give me the satisfaction of finishing!” You let out, your voice loud but playfully. Eddie continues to laugh at you, holding his hand out as a peace offering, but you smack it away. “Not cool dude.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” he says, his lips curving into a pout and looking at your briefly with big eyes.

“No you’re not, butthead. You, Eddie Munson, are the biggest tease I’ve ever met,” you tell him matter-of-factly. He shakes his head as he turns the van. As the two of you make your way back towards the rest of the town, an idea sprouts in your head as you pass an old sign. “Could you go to the abandoned Starcourt parking lot?”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow as he shoots you a questionable look, but shrugging nonetheless and whipping his vehicle down the next turn. You watch from the window of what remains of the mall Hawkins had raved about only a few years ago come into view, Eddie weaving through the parking lot and landing on a spot in the middle. He puts the van into park and repositions himself, now raising a brow at you as he makes eye contact.

“Okay, why’d you want me to come here?” He asks. You smirk and unbuckle your seatbelt, all but leaping over the console and landing on his lap. Your ass makes contact with his wheel and the pressure causes the horn to blare out, your hands finding their way to your mouth to cover up a giggle. He squirms a bit, getting back into his regular driving position and scooting the seat back a little to make room for you. You wrap your arms around his neck and look him in the eyes with an evil smile etched into your face.

“Well, I think you owe me a few orgasms because of the shit you pulled at Benny’s. And I really didn’t want to wait until we got back to your trailer,” you finally answer. Eddie leans up and takes your lips with his, the two of you moving in sync as he cradles your head in his hands. Your hands glide down his neck and onto his chest, resting there for a moment before moving further south to undo his belt. Eddie’s hands fly towards the top of his jeans, tugging them and his boxers down just enough for his hardening cock to spring out. You move your panties to the slide and dip down to kiss Eddie’s neck, internally preparing yourself before you begin rocking Eddie’s world…and van.

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 2 years

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Eddie munson X reader

Pretty sure its gender neutral

Fluff. Talk of some bullies but nothing extreme

If you like my work please consider reblogging and commenting <3

Today was awful. Nothing has been going as it was planned and it was getting on Eddie's nerves.

First, Eddie woke up late and his van keys were nowhere to be found. Since he woke up late he didn't have time to try and find them.

Then, Jason was extreme today. It seemed like everytime Eddie tried to calm himself down Jason was there to mess with him some more.

Eddie decided to be a good student today and go to all his classes. Well, all his teachers decided to do a surprise pop quiz.

Every. single. class period.

There was no way he passed them. Now he just wants to go home but it's only lunch and he promised you that he was going to go to all his classes from now until graduation. He couldn't afford missing any classes, if he did there was no way he was graduating this year. Everyone at the table is talking but Eddie finds himself just zoning out thinking of you.

You were his princess. His babygirl. His sunshine. You were everything to him and he just wanted to hold you and he will....in three more hours.

Gareth offered Eddie a ride to his trailer, which he was so thankful for. He was dreading walking back to his trailer. When they pulled up Eddie's body went into pilot mode, he walked straight to his bedroom door and right before he opened it he heard a quiet sigh. This broke him out of his trance.

He quiets his footsteps and slowly walks into his room. The sight before him makes his heart stop beating. A blush spreads across his neck and cheeks, " Oh dear Jesus H Christ"

There's his girl. In his boxers. And his Hellfire shirt.

This has to be heaven. 'When the hell did I die??? I knew Gareth was a shit driver but damn' Eddie doesn't want to wake her up, he's never seen such a beautiful sight before. Going to his nightstand Eddie grabs his camera 'I need this captured forever'

Taking a photo, Eddie waits for it to develop and while he does so he strips himself to just his boxers. Right before he climbs into bed he sees the photo. Fully developed, and there's his angel, his sunshine. All the little inconveniences that happened today float away because he has you and that's all that matters to him.

Climbing into bed and pulling you to his chest he hears you stir. "Eddie?" You ask groggy, "Yeah it's me sweetheart, go back to sleep" You hum in delight and you move to be laying on his chest. "Love you Eddie" " I love you too baby"

Yeah the car keys and the bad grades and the bullies, they can all wait til tomorrow. All that matters is you and him.

In the morning, Eddie woke up early for once, he made you two coffee and you helped him find his keys. After dropping you off at work he drove back to the trailer. He found the picture he took of you last night and he placed it on his visor for him to see every time he had a bad day.

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The Romance of Reimbursements - Chapter 19

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader Status: COMPLETED Summary: There’s a guy you see every Friday on bus 143, and you think he’s pretty hot. It wouldn’t hurt to tell your best friend about him, would it? or, you and Levi take the same bus home from work every Friday, and you fall in love slowly, clumsily, and with all the time in the world to fold as many paper stars as your heart desires. Word Count: 7.4k Tags: slow burn, friends to lovers, modern au, office au, fluff, romance, meet-cute, matchmaking (A/N: this fic is entirely available on ao3 here if you would like to read it there instead!) Chapter Navigation Accompanying Playlist

the end of spring

“I’m literally sitting right here, at least wait until you actually meet them to look them up!”

Hange groans next to you, taking their phone and smacking your shoulder with it. “You’re no fun! You told me their names, so I’m entitled to stalking them online and learning everything about them.”

You sigh, looking out towards the empty chairs, lined up neatly at the front of the room. “I told you their names so you could help me make their posters.”

“And that was your mistake! But okay, I’ll wait ‘til after I meet them,” they concede, leaning back into their seat.

Today, you and Hange are seated in one of Sina University’s many ceremonial halls for the interns’ graduation ceremony.

Actually, you’re “at home” with “a cold,” but nobody from work has to know that isn’t where you really are.

Originally, you were planning to go alone, but you had an extra ticket and decided that cheering for the unsuspecting trio of Mikasa, Eren, and Armin would be too fun to do alone, so you asked Hange to come with you, as well as help with making posters and money leis earlier in the week.

After yesterday’s successful office party (which you painstakingly had to interact with Erwin to plan for), you got a good night’s rest, got breakfast with Hange at the ripe time of 8 in the morning, and the two of you were off to go scream in the ears of the poor souls who’d be sitting near you.

Speaking of Erwin, after your, for lack of a better word, “conversation” with him last Monday, you’ve steered clear of the man.

Thankfully, he doesn’t make it that difficult. He comes over to your office occasionally to ask about the parties, but he doesn’t dare talk about anything else. Other than that, he’s been gone from the office almost entirely, apparently on the finance floor handling business up there.

Things are a bit different when it comes to avoiding him while you’re out with your friends, though. You sincerely don’t want to think about work drama when you’re spending time with everyone, but seeing Erwin makes it that much harder to have fun.

You’re cordial enough, but he gets the message that you’re not open to talking to him, and he engineers conversation so that you don’t have to. On that front, you’re glad he’s socially capable of making that happen.

It’s not necessarily anger that you harbor towards him right now—just disappointment. Perhaps there’s a sense of betrayal as well, considering you’ve really started to think of him as a good friend, but you suppose you can’t really fault him for doing his job.

You’ll forgive him eventually, but for right now, you just need time to cool off and forget that conversation ever happened in the first place.

Suddenly, a voice shatters through your looming thoughts of Erwin and work.

“Astraea?”

You look around frantically to find who the voice belongs to, but Hange seems to find them first and points in their direction.

“Oh, hi Sasha! Did you want to sit with us?”

“Fuck yeah I do!”

You move aside the tote bag full of gifts and posters that you have on the seat next to you to let Sasha sit down next to you. She does and sets down the large tote bag she has, and Hange shoots her a wave from where they are.

“Nice to meet ya, I’m Hange!”

Sasha returns the gesture with a smile. “Nice meeting you, too! Name’s Sasha!”

“Are you here for Mikasa and the others?” You ask.

She nods exuberantly. “Yep! Our other friends couldn’t make it, so I’m here on behalf of all of us,” she beams. “Are those for them?” Sasha asks, pointing at the large bag you just moved.

“Yeah, just a little something for each of them. I assume you brought stuff for them too?”

She grins and goes to grab a candy lei from her tote bag, handing it to you and Hange so you can get a closer look at it.

“One of my coworkers at the bakery taught me how to make them with the supplies we had in storage,” she says. “I made a bunch, you guys can have that one.”

“Really?” Hange asks. “Thanks!”

Sasha nods. “Sure!” She moves to take out another one for herself. “I was actually going to just eat them all myself, but sharing one won’t hurt.”

You and Hange laugh before thanking Sasha again, and the three of you get to untying the ribbons on the lei, getting to the candy inside.

You sit back and let Hange and Sasha get acquainted for a while (which apparently entails oversharing embarrassing details about themselves and the graduating trio), and after a good hour, the hall fills itself up with other guests for the ceremony. The two silence themselves when the ceremonial music comes in through the speakers, and you all prepare yourselves for the boring speeches that come before the actual cheering.

✰

“Eren! It’s rude to count money right after you get it!” His mom scolds him, coming up next to him to hold onto his arm for the photo.

“It’s okay, I really don’t mind,” you laugh. “Okay, smile!”

After giving them their gifts, you, Hange, and Sasha have been tasked with taking pictures for each of them and their families. Hange, ever the energetic, opts to take photos for Armin because they “want the challenge” of getting to learn about the most introverted-looking third of the trio, and Sasha takes care of Mikasa’s.

Which then leaves you with Eren, and as much as the little shit annoys you at work, he’s a good kid, so you’re happy to be capturing the moment for him.

After taking a few more pictures of him and the rest of his family, his mom forces you to swap and takes the camera from you.

When you go to stand next to him, he drapes an arm over your shoulder. “So, how much is on it?” Eren asks quietly.

You snort. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You both shut up when Eren’s mom shushes you for the picture, and eventually Mikasa and Armin migrate over to the two of you for a group photo.

After a bit more back-and-forth where everyone gets caught up on the plans for the rest of the day, everyone seems good to go.

By now, the families have left to go back to their cars and make their way over to the restaurants where each person is meant to have lunch. You’re tasked with dropping off Mikasa, Eren, and Armin after they’ve picked up their diplomas, and Sasha decides to tag along to keep talking to Hange.

The group of you six head over to the hall distributing the certificates, and after a surprisingly short wait, the three come back to the main hallway, their diplomas in large manila envelopes.

“Alright, are we ready to head out?”

“One of our friends has his art up at a showcase on the undergrad campus right now, so we were thinking about stopping by before leaving,” says Mikasa. “Is that okay?”

“Sure, I don’t mind,” you shrug.

“Oh, is he a student there?” Hange asks.

Armin nods. “We’re all the same age, but he and his boyfriend took a few gap years to travel so they’re still doing undergrad.”

“Ooh, sounds fun! I took a gap year to travel too,” they reminisce. “Do you guys wanna hear about it?”

The group of them all nod (with varying levels of enthusiasm), and having heard the stories already, you linger on the side, watching as Hange animatedly begins their story.

Then, from seemingly out of nowhere, you feel a tap at your shoulder.

When you turn around, you see Levi.

“Levi? What’re you doing here?”

He deadpans. “I work here.”

“In the law department?” You tease. “What a multifaceted man you are.”

“No, idiot,” he groans. “You mentioned not taking the bus this week to watch your coworkers graduate here, and I thought I’d stop by to give you your tea.”

Eren clears his throat behind you, and you turn to look at him now.

“Hey, we’re gonna go ahead without you,” he says.

You blink. “Am I not allowed to come with you guys?”

Eren looks back to the group, all of whom look back and forth between you and him, and then he looks back at you.

“Hange said you parked in the parking garage here, and we don’t want to have to walk all the way back.”

“We could just drive over to the undergrad campus from here, I don’t mind—”

“There’s no parking next to the exhibit,” Armin cuts in. “Don’t worry, we’ll find a way back to the car eventually. Our relatives are probably waiting on us anyway, so we’ll be quick.”

“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?”

Hange pushes Eren aside and stands proudly in his place. “Worry not, dear friend! I will watch over them!”

“That’s even worse than leaving them unattended,” Levi says plainly.

Hange sticks out their tongue at him before turning on their heels, draping their arms over the two nearest people (who happen to be Eren and Armin), and walking off in an unknown direction. Sasha follows them closely behind, but Mikasa lingers behind a bit.

“Don’t worry about us, I’ll text you when we’re done,” she says. Before she leaves, she gives you a quick hug and brings up her hand to cover the space where her mouth meets your ear. “Have fun with your boyfriend.”

And then she’s off, running after the group in heels and leaving you a flustered mess.

Of course that’s what’s going on. Leave Hange unattended for three fucking seconds, and suddenly everyone has a master’s degree in matchmaking.

You clear your throat, trying to hide your embarrassment behind your hand, and turn back to look at Levi.

He unloops one of his backpack straps to get the small tin out, and he hands it to you.

“That was fucking weird, but here.”

You awkwardly laugh, taking it from him. “Thank you, Levi, but you could’ve waited until next week. It wouldn’t have made a difference.”

He huffs, shrugging his backpack back on. “I’ve already gotten the date wrong before, I’m not fucking up our schedule again.”

“It wasn’t even your turn when you forgot,” you remind him. “Even if it was, I wasn’t going to be mad or anything.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffs. “How was the ceremony? I never thought watching paint dry would be fun until I went to Erwin’s graduation.”

“It wasn’t so bad,” you chuckle, readjusting the tote bag on your shoulder. “It definitely helps when you know what the speakers are talking about, but Sasha and Hange managed to stay awake.”

He rolls his eyes. “That’s because they ate all the fucking candy in their leis, they were practically just wearing plastics sheets around their necks.”

“I probably would’ve too,” you muse. Looking past him and down the hallway, you think back to what the group said.

Even if most of it was a farce, you’d still have to go get them.

“Well, I better get to my car. Only a matter of time before they spam call me to come get them.”

Levi nods, reorienting himself to face the same direction as you. “Where’d you park?”

“At the lot next to the stadium.”

“Want some company?”

You raise a brow. “I didn’t know there was a bus stop near the law school?”

“There isn’t.”

“Then wouldn’t it be inconvenient for you to walk me?”

He turns back to you and deadpans. “No.”

It definitely does sound very inconvenient, but… you can’t find it in yourself to reject the offer.

If you did like him, your heart would probably be doing somersaults right now.

But you don’t like him, so you feel that warm fuzzy feeling at the pit of your stomach instead.

“I wouldn’t mind the company, then.”

He tilts his head towards the lot. “Lead the way.”

You smile at him before walking ahead, and once you’re out the doors and making your route clear enough, your paces sync up with one another and you’re walking side-by-side.

“So, how was work this week?” You ask, seeing as you won’t be taking the bus with him.

“It was fine, nothing happened,” he answers. “The students are too checked-out to bother me with any questions, and it’s the same for my coworkers. I finished presenting the coursework already, so it’s just been review during lecture. I didn’t have to meet any clients this week either, so nothing there.”

You smile, happy to hear there was nothing for him to feel bad about. “That’s good, then. Doesn’t sound too exhausting.”

“Yeah, it’s a nice break,” he says. There’s an upcoming crosswalk, so he pushes the button and you both wait until it signals for you to go.

“If I get run over, do you think the university would pay off the rest of my student debt?” You joke.

He groans, and you both step back onto the sidewalk. “You don’t even go here.”

“Oh c’mon, that was funny.”

“You are so painfully unfunny,” he says. “Hit me with the ‘shrimp fried rice’ joke, will you?”

You laugh, covering your smile with your hand. “Don’t worry, I have it on standby for when I need it.”

“Of course you do,” he sighs. “How was your week?”

“It was fun, we had a party yesterday to celebrate our interns getting return offers,” you reply. “There was a lady who came in to get her fifth divorce settled with us, too.”

Levi cringes. “Fifth?”

You nod. “Each time she comes back, she brings gifts for us. I think she gave me a watch last time. She’s nice, though, so we don’t really know why she’s been through so many marriages.”

“What’d she get you this time?”

“A snow globe. Apparently she got it from her latest ex-husband on their honeymoon.”

You and him both start to climb the stairs of the parking garage, having just gotten there.

“What a joy,” he grimaces. “Anything else?”

“Nope.”

You hold off on bringing up that whole “Erwin putting you through hell for the sake of the office” thing because you’re sure that Levi would beat him to a pulp, but you appreciate the sentiment behind that, even if it’ll never actually happen.

“Did you not have work today? I heard from my coworkers that the ceremony started at 11.”

You smile, tipping your head back. “I called out ‘sick.’ I should be okay, my friend texted me earlier and said I didn’t have that much to do today anyway.”

“How irresponsible,” he teases.

You find your car after a bit of searching the lanes, and you dig your keys out of your bag. You hear your phone ring, and you pick it up without checking who it is.

“Hi! Can you come get us?” Hange.

“Yeah, I just got to my car. Where are you?”

“Hey guys, where are we?” A pause. “Mitras Hall!”

“I have no idea where that is, but sure,” you laugh, clicking your car open. Levi opens the trunks for you and takes the tote bag off your hands, and you thank him with a nod.

“Aren’t you still with Levi? He probably knows where it is.”

You tap his shoulder after he’s closed your trunk. “Do you know where Mitras Hall is?” He nods. “Okay, I’m on my way.”

“Thanks! See you soon!” Hange says before hanging up.

You put your hands together in a prayer position and smile apologetically at Levi. “I’m so sorry, but could you help me find where that is?”

He rolls his eyes but starts to head over to open your passenger-side door. “I wasn’t going to just let you get lost, idiot.”

You grin and hop in quickly into the driver’s seat, putting your keys into the ignition. “Thank you, Levi.”

Thankfully, the drive isn’t too far, and it works out that Mitras Hall is right next to where the bus station is. When you get there, the group seems well acquainted with Hange, laughing and talking loudly. Sasha’s absent from the group, but you assume she’s gone back to her car already.

You apologize to Levi and tell him that there’s no space for him to fit in your car when you have to take everyone else back to their families, but he tells you that it’s no problem before flicking your forehead and heading out for the bus stop.

When your friends slide into your car, they’re all stuck in a fit of giggles. Even Armin, who’s usually the most reserved of the trio, seems ready to piss his pants from the laughter that bubbles from his throat.

“What’s so funny?”

Hange’s in your passenger seat, and they pat your shoulder reassuringly through their laughter. “Oh, man, you’ll never get to know!”

You groan and put your car into drive. “I hate all of you.”

“You definitely don’t, but sure,” Eren stutters out, the shit-eating grin on his face taunting you in the car’s mirror.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. We’re dropping off Armin first, right?”

“Yes, please,” he says, having calmed down now.

“Will you tell me what’s going on?”

He smiles timidly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

✰

In the end, you never did get to learn what was so funny.

After dropping everyone off, you and Hange went back to your apartment for a nap before going out for dinner. You spent the weekend doing the paperwork you missed on Friday, and the following workweek is still busy.

Obviously less-so than in the last couple of months, but it’s still a lot.

Your only reprieve from the high-speed is on Wednesday when you take the hour-long drive over to a luxury tea store to get Levi’s blend for the week. You already know he likes it anyway, so there won’t be any wasted effort.

You figured that him walking you back to your car after graduation was worth the little extra bit of thought, so when you get on the bus on the 16th of June, you hand him the canister proudly.

“Thank you, but I’ve already tried this.”

“I know,” you smile fondly, taking the seat next to him. “It’s been a while, though, and I never got an actual ranking for it.”

He tilts the ever-familiar canister and glances at the labels before putting it in the front zip of his backpack. “You could’ve just asked. It’s a 10.”

Your eyes light up. “Really?”

He looks away and out the window, towards the new foliage that lines the route for bus 143. “This and that first earl grey blend you gave me are the only 10s.”

You smile fondly at him, letting the warmth from your heart reach your face.

If you did like him, you imagine that you’d lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek.

Thank goodness you don’t, because just the thought of that ever happening would’ve sent you into a coma.

“I’m glad you like them.”

He nods, bringing up his hand to clear his throat. “So, how was your week?”

You settle further into your seat and join him in looking out to the passing landscape before answering. You retell the events to him, again omitting your aversion to Erwin.

When you mention that you had to make the drive to get the same brand of dandelion root tea from when you first met, he taps his shoulder against yours in silent thanks, and you’re glad he does that instead of scolding you for the extra sentiment.

He answers the question when you bounce it back to him, and before you know it, you have to wave him goodbye when the bus reaches Rose.

Even when you get off the bus two stops later, there’s still a stupid smile that won’t leave your face.

After setting down your briefcase at your dining table, you feel a buzz in your pocket, so you pull your phone out and check the caller ID before swiping to answer.

“Hey Isabel, what’s up?”

“Hi Astraea!” She greets. “Are you busy tomorrow, by any chance?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“This is kind of embarrassing, but do you think you could come over and help me with my makeup? I’m going out with some friends to celebrate the end of the semester, and I think the way you do yours is super cute, so I wanted to ask.”

You smile, humming happily. The last time you got ready with someone was on Valentine’s Day when Mikasa came over, which was quite some time ago, but it was really fun, all things considered.

“Of course I can! What time do you need me over?”

“We meet up at 7, how long do you think it’d take?”

“Only an hour or so, but we’ll say two so you aren’t late,” you tell her. “Does 5 work?”

“Yup!” She beams. “Thank you so much! Really, I appreciate you.”

“Don’t worry about it at all, I’m happy to help,” you wave her off. “Do you already have makeup, or did you want me to bring some of mine?”

“I have some, but I, uh, don’t really know how to use it.”

You hum to yourself. “That’s alright, we can figure it out.

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver!”

You shake your head fondly. “You’re welcome, Isabel. See you tomorrow, then?”

“See you soon! Bye-bye!”

“Wait!”

“Yes?”

“Do you think that L—”

Catching yourself, you bite at the inside of your cheek.

Fuck, were you just about to ask if Levi was going to be home?

“Are you good?”

You fiddle with the collar of your shirt. “Yeah, nevermind. I’ll see you later.”

“...Alright!”

You hang up, and you pat your cheeks with the palms of your hands.

What the hell is happening to you?

✰

The next day, you find yourself at Isabel’s front door, purse slung over your shoulder.

Your little slip-up yesterday didn’t bother you for much longer after it happened, having thrown yourself into the particularly taxing process of making cheese danishes to bring over for the house.

You’ll ignore the fact that you feel a bit disappointed when you don’t see Levi’s car parked in their driveway.

When you ring the doorbell, Isabel welcomes you in immediately, giving you a quick hug.

“Hi! Come in, come in!” Isabel ushers.

You take off your shoes while she closes the door behind you. You lift the bag you brought with you. “I brought snacks.”

She lights up and gives you another hug, rocking you back and forth. “Thank you, you didn’t have to!”

She takes them from you and drops them off in the fridge before leading you to her bedroom, which conveniently has a bathroom attached to it, and you go to wash your hands while Isabel looks for something.

When you come back, she’s still looking, but she tips her head towards her bed. “We can sit there!”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to get it dirty.”

She waves you off. “It’s okay, I’m doing laundry later.”

You nod and sit down, getting your makeup bag out of your purse after you’ve found a comfortable position for yourself.

Isabel brings over her backpack, and she puts it on her lap as she goes through with looking for her makeup bag. You recognize it instantly—the bird keychain that hangs off the front pocket.

“Is that the same keychain Levi has?”

She pauses to glance at it before nodding. “I got matching ones for us and Furlan when I was in high school. Cute, huh?”

You think back to when you first “met” Levi and thought the keychain was part of a matching set and smile fondly. You guess, in at least the literal sense of the word, you were right in that assumption.

“Yeah, it’s cute,” you muse.

Isabel finds her makeup bag after a few more moments of searching, and she unzips it proudly. “Alright! What do you need first?”

“Primer, if you have it.”

She pulls out a small tube and brush and holds it out to you. “Does this work?”

You nod and take it from her. “Yeah.”

She smiles and reorients herself so that her face is in better view for you to work with. You’re quick with applying it on her skin, and you twist the lid back on.

“Foundation?”

She hands you a small cushion foundation, and you open the little compartment, bringing up the cushion pad to start applying the product on her face.

“Is it okay if I talk, or does my mouth need to stay shut for this to work?”

You hum, brushing away the hair that’s blocking her face. “It’s okay, just don’t move too much.”

“Yes, ma’am!” She beams. “So, how are you?”

“I’m alright, I don’t have much going on,” you answer. “You?”

“I’m great! I'm just ready to be done with undergrad,” she gushes. “I wish I could invite you, but the stupid school won’t give me more tickets.”

You shake your head, putting the cushion back into its container. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll still be sure to get you a present. Concealer?”

She hands you a small tube and a brush, and you take them before getting to work applying that.

“You don’t have to get me anything!” She whines.

“Of course I do, graduating is a huge milestone,” you gently scold.

“Is it really?” She asks. “I mean, of course it is. I don’t know, maybe it doesn’t feel like it because I took two extra years to get my degree.”

“You did?” Come to think of it, you don’t even know how old she is, but you always figured she was just a couple years younger than you.

She nods. “I could only handle studying part time in the beginning.”

You hum absentmindedly as you apply the product under her eyes. “That doesn’t make it any less of an achievement. You should still be proud of yourself.”

“I am, but it sometimes feels like other people aren’t.”

“Then fuck them, who are they to make you think that way?”

Her smile comes back to her face, and she nods. “Yeah, I guess so. Still, I wish you could come. Levi’s gonna be so grumpy during the ceremony, and having you there would at least buffer that.”

“You think so?”

She nods when you pull away. “Yeah! He’s always in a better mood when you’re around. He likes you a lot.”

Ah, there it is again—that feeling.

“W-well, that’s good to hear,” you stutter out, twisting the cap back onto the concealer. “What color do you want your makeup to be?”

She rubs the back of her neck nervously. “I have no idea, what do you think would look nice?”

You lean back to get a better look at her face. “I think purple would look cute on you, would you be okay with that?”

“Yeah! I don’t have any purple makeup, though.”

You smile, already reaching into your bag. “It’s okay, I brought some.”

She’s quiet for the rest of the time that you do her makeup, probably just relaxing while you lightly apply the products on her skin.

You start putting away all your products, and she opens her eyes when she realizes you’re doing that.

“Are you done?”

“Almost. Do you have any setting spray?”

“What’s that?” She asks sheepishly. “Sorry.”

You wave her off with a smile. “No need to be sorry. You just use it to make sure your makeup stays in place. I brought some with me.”

“Oh, that sounds like it’s useful.”

You go through your makeup bag again to look for it, and then you remember that you put it in your glovebox earlier because it didn’t fit. “I left it in my car, I’ll go get it,” you tell her, stretching before you get up and off the bed. "Want to come with?"

“I can wait!” She hums.

You navigate yourself through the house and to the front door to get your shoes on, and you unlock your car to get the small bottle.

“Astraea? What’re you doing here?”

Turning around to the voice, you see Levi, his arms full with groceries.

“Oh, hi Levi!” You greet. “Isabel asked me to come over and help with her makeup.”

He tips his head towards your car. “Are you leaving?”

“What, that excited to get rid of me?” You tease. “Not yet, I was just getting something from my car.”

“I see.”

You put the small bottle into your pocket and lock your car, and you open the door to the house for Levi.

“Welcome home!” Isabel greets him, taking a bag of groceries and helping him get them in the kitchen.

You try to do the same, but they both give unrelenting protest to the gesture, citing the fact that you’re a guest in their house.

You watch from the countertop while they get the haul into the fridge, humming to yourself as you wait. Your eyes drift to look at the area where Levi keeps his tea, neatly lined up against the wall, where you notice that there’s two canisters of the dandelion root tea.

That’s weird.

If he liked it enough to consider it a 10, then why didn’t he finish the first one you got him?

Maybe he liked it so much that he wanted to save it for special occasions?

Actually, he said he didn’t have anything that wasn’t caffeine-free in the last couple of times you’ve come over, so maybe he just held onto the container so he wouldn’t forget what brand it was?

Who knows?

Isabel waves her hand out in front of you, effectively snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Hello?”

You blink. “Hi, sorry.”

“No problem! Do you have the spray thingy?”

You nod, reaching into your pocket for it. “Yes, yes, it’s right here.”

“Do you need a brush or anything?”

“Nah, just close your eyes.”

She gives you a cheerful thumbs-up and does exactly that. “Yes, ma’am!”

You pop the cap off. “It might feel a bit cold,” you warn her.

You push down on the nozzle, spritzing a small mist onto her face, and you watch as she reflexively cringes.

“Okay, you’re all done,” you tell her, putting the cap back on. “You can go look now.”

“I’m on it!” She beams, and then rushes off to her bathroom.

Levi comes up next to you and leans back on the countertop space. “She looks happy.”

You smile affectionately in the direction she bolted off to. “Yeah." Looking back over at where the teas are, you ask. "How come you still have the other canister of dandelion? I thought you'd have finished it by now."

He follows your gaze, and he looks like a deer caught in headlights.

Before he can answer, Isabel comes back to the kitchen, practically bouncing off the walls, and she rushes over to hug you. You’re a bit knocked off balance, but Levi steadies you before you can fall.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I look so cute!”

You hug her back and smile, patting her hair. “You already look cute, but you’re welcome.”

She pulls away to get a look at your face before hugging you again, somehow even tighter this time.

“Can you teach me how to do it next time?”

You chuckle, trying to reorient yourself so that you can breathe a bit easier. “Of course.”

“Isabel, you’re holding on too tight,” Levi scolds.

“Sorry, sorry,” Isabel sighs happily before letting you go. Levi rolls his eyes, and Isabel skips over to the fridge.

“Do you want one, Levi?” She asks.

“One what?”

You nervously laugh and tap your cheek with your pointer finger. “I brought sweets.”

“Of course you did,” he shakes his head. “Yeah, I’ll have one.”

Levi gets up from the counter to go to get plates for the three of you, and soon, the three of you are eating quietly. Isabel’s extra careful not to smudge her lipstick so she doesn’t scarf it down as fast as she probably would’ve otherwise, but you can tell she still likes it.

Levi banishes you from washing the dishes once again, and you and Isabel go back to her room to pick out an outfit for her. She eventually settles on a cute purple dress to match her makeup, and you wait patiently on her bed as she goes to get changed in her bathroom. The door is thin enough for you to hold a conversation, though, so that’s no issue.

When she comes out, she’s practically light itself. Her smile seems brighter than you’ve ever seen it before, and she spins around in front of the full-length mirror that’s next to the door.

She thanks you again for helping her get ready, and you tell her again that it’s no problem, and that you look forward to when you can come back and teach her how to do her makeup for herself.

When you and her come back to the shared living space, you find Levi at the couch, scrolling on his phone.

“Don’t I look super cool, Levi?” Isabel asks.

He looks up from his phone. “You look like shit.”

She sticks out her tongue at him, but she smiles as she goes to put on her shoes. “You’re just jealous because Astraea spent more time with me today.”

You giggle from behind your hand as you watch their interaction, and Levi just sighs before going back on his phone.

Isabel’s friends come to pick her up shortly after, and she thanks you yet again before she leaves. You yawn and stretch before going over to get your things from Isabel’s room before you leave.

After you put on your shoes, Levi gets up and opens the door for you.

For whatever reason, you don’t want to yet, even though you know you should.

“Thank you for coming over to help her,” says Levi. "She really does look happy."

“It was a lot of fun, I’m glad to help,” you tell him in earnest. “It’s nice to see you, too.”

“I live here,” he says straight-faced.

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Yeah, I know that much.”

“Are you going to her graduation?”

“No, she said she doesn’t have any extra tickets,” you answer. “It’s okay, I’ll still get her a present.”

Levi looks down at the welcome mat you’re standing on, and he clears his throat after a short pause.

“Would you want to come with me to help get her something? I’m not the greatest with gifts.”

Your heart feels like it stops for just a second before it suddenly fills with that now-too-familiar feeling, forcing a shy smile onto your face.

If you liked him, you would've thought it was sweet that he wanted your help with something like that.

Scratch that, you do think it's sweet. That has nothing to do with whether or not you like him.

Now that you think about it, it seems like everything he does is sweet. Maybe not obviously so, but the care he puts behind everything is so endearing.

How ironic that he's the one everyone knows as bitter.

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

"Alright." He looks past you and at your car. "Get home safe, okay?"

"I will," you promise. "You too."

He sighs before shooing you back to your car, and you wave from him through the window before you pull out their driveway.

On your drive back home, you realize your forgot to ask him about what the deal was with the two dandelion canisters still left on his counter.

Oh well, you could just ask next Friday.

✰

Just as you’re packing up, someone knocks on your office door.

“It’s open!”

The door cracks open to reveal Petra, Oluo right behind her. “Erwin told me to come get you.”

You smile bitterly. “Alright, I’ll stop by his office before I leave.”

Petra seems to sense your apprehension well enough and offers you a comforting smile. “It can’t be that bad, right? It’s probably about the party.”

“Right, the party.”

To be honest, you haven’t put much thought towards it lately. Between now and Mikasa, Eren, and Armin’s party, Erwin hasn’t really talked to you about it.

He asks for your opinion every now and again, but there’s no further discussion of what to do or what’s going on. You doubt that him asking if you like one color theme over another is productive in any sort of way, but maybe he’s just that inept at choosing decorations.

You lock up for the day, making sure that you have everything you need for the evening in your briefcase, and start heading over to Erwin’s office. The door is already open, so you go inside and sit down.

Unsurprisingly, it looks quite empty. The only remnant of his presence in the space is the jar of paper stars he’s collected from you over the years. Everything else is what came with the office.

Erwin comes in shortly after you’ve settled in, and he sits at his chair across from where you are. “Thanks for coming in.”

“No problem. Was there something you needed?”

“Do you know what day it is?”

“It’s Wednesday.”

He chuckles. “Sorry, I meant in the calendar year.”

“June 21st,” you tell him. “I’m sorry, how is this important? Surely you didn’t tell me to stop by just to ask me for the date.”

“You’d be correct in that assumption,” he says. He then puts his briefcase on the table, and from it, he pulls out an envelope to slide across the table to you. “I wanted to give you this.”

You take the envelope cautiously. “What is it?”

“See for yourself.”

You shake the contents over to one side of the envelope to avoid damaging it, and you tear on the seam. You pull out a folded piece of paper, and after you unfold it, you see, at the very top in bold letters, Payment Confirmation.

Skimming through the text, you freeze when you see the words Paradis Law Finance Office.

“Erwin, what did you do?”

“I said I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?” You look up to see him smiling softly at you. “It’s not the trillion dollar bonus you asked for, but—”

“Is this a prank? You’re fucking pranking me.”

He laughs. “I assure you I am not.”

“I don’t even know what to say. I know you feel bad, Erwin, but you didn’t have to do this to get me to forgive you. We’re friends, I would’ve forgiven you eventually.”

“What can I do about it now? Ask them for the money back?” He jokes. “I’ve been trying to get the firm to pay it off for a while now, but I figured it was about time I just did it myself.”

“So you paid off… all of it?”

“Part of it. Nile actually offered to help me with some of it, and I took care of the rest.”

You raise a brow. “Nile offered?”

“Why wouldn’t he? You’re his star employee."

You bite back a frown. “Wouldn't that be you? Besides, I’ve only spoken to him maybe 10 times in my entire time working here.”

“Well, I suppose us being friends helps, but no.” He smiles while shaking his head. “He isn’t ignorant to what goes on in the office, he knows you’re good at your job.”

“Right.”

There’s an awkward silence where you both wait for the other to speak, but you don’t want to be here any longer than you have to.

“Well, thank you for this,” you tell him earnestly, raising the form. “Send Nile my thanks as well.”

“He’ll be at the party on Saturday, you can give him your thanks there. That is, if you’re coming?”

“I wasn’t aware it was an optional event.”

“Well, I do hope you come,” Erwin confesses. “Would be a shame if a party you helped organize didn’t have you in attendance.”

You wince. “About that, I really haven’t been as involved in the planning. Sorry.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem. Your input so far has been more than enough, don’t worry about it.”

“If you say so,” you mutter. “Why did you ask me today’s date, anyway?”

He smiles at you, gesturing towards the envelope in your hands. “There’s something else in there.”

There is?

You look inside the envelope again, and inside, there’s a small slip of paper. It seems stuck in the folds of the envelope, so you have to tear a larger rip into it to get it out, but when you get it out, you’re confused.

“‘Cancellation confirmation?’ What’s this for?”

There’s no other details on the slip besides a signature you recognize as Erwin’s, so there earnestly isn’t any assumption to be made about what it’s for.

“Do you know what June 21st is?”

You shake your head. "No."

“It’s the Summer Solstice,” he tells you. “I told you I’d have your parking spot back by the end of spring, and it’s the very last day.”

“But what’s this for?” You ask, referring to the slip from the envelope.

“The firm was paying for your bus fare, so we had to cancel your card now that you’ll be parking here. There's enough left for the rest of the week, but after that, it'll be empty.”

Your bus fare card is being cancelled?

Wait, but then that means that—

“Is there a problem?”

You wave your hands out in front of you, frantic to not raise any issue. “No, no, it’s all good.”

“You’re free to go,” he tells you. “Again, I am so sorry about everything that’s happened.”

Your way down the elevator is a blur. You tell the receptionist to have a good evening, you wait at the bus stop for a couple minutes, and you sit in your usual seat after scanning your fare card.

While you watch as the cityscape pass you by, your head spins, worry coursing through your veins.

You should be happy.

Losing your parking spot was what got you here in the first place—you didn't even want to lose it in the first place. Getting it back was all that you looked forward to for a long time, and you even resented not having it when you had to deal with your whirlwind of anxiety and nerves from seeing Levi every Friday, back before you knew him as you do now.

But instead, you think you want to cry.

Losing your parking spot was what got you here. In this exact seat, instead of your older one across the aisle. Where you spent countless Fridays with Levi, talking about anything and everything to unwind after the long weeks at work. Where you take turns bumping shoulders with each other as thanks. Where you got to know each other, outside of the gaze of everyone else.

Where he first forced you to accept that box citrus blend tea—the first of many teas that would be exchanged between the two of you.

If you don't take the bus anymore, you won't be able to have that anymore—those short thirty minutes of quiet, where it seems like the world only exists to pass you by through the window.

Sure, you could keep funding the fare yourself, but after all the trouble Erwin had to go through to get the spot back for you, you'd be ungrateful not to take it.

And sure, you could still see Levi whenever you wanted. It's not like you need the bus to keep seeing him. Hange will definitely still drag you and him out to events together, and you'll still be “forced” to sit next to him.

But... that wouldn't be the same.

It's routine at this point for you to see each other every Friday. He said it himself—that he didn't want to lose this either.

God, what kind of idiot gets emotional over a fucking parking space?

When you get home, you're surprised to see a text from Levi.

You click on it immediately, and this time, you know you want to cry.

Maybe you actually will.

Levi - 6:37 PM

I'm not taking the bus on Friday, no need to wait up for me

God fucking dammit.

If you did like him, then your heart would feel heavier than the weight of the world.

And that’s exactly how it feels.

✰

Next Chapter

#attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #tao.levi #levi x reader #levi aot #levi ackerman #the romance of reimbursements #levi #fanfiction

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batboymunson · 2 years

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i've got my eye on you (ch.1) || e.m.

☾ synopsis; even after you graduated, you stuck around Hawkins to keep an eye out for Eddie. you never expected much, the most being a chauffer when his trusty van wasn't so trusty, but things never go to plan when it's the two of you together

☾ word count; 1705

☾ warnings; mentions of drugs

☾ a/n; here we go, folks! ST4 SPOILERS!

"SO." YOU PULLED INTO A SPOT IN the high school parking lot, shifting to park and looking over at Eddie. "Lunch? Or after Hellfire?"

"I got a deal to finish up at lunch." Eddie didn't look at you as he spoke, rummaging through his bag. "So after Hellfire, please."

Nodding, you drummed your hands on the wheel. "Gotcha. Am I driving just you or. . .?"

Eddie shrugged, zipping up his bag and placing it on his lap. "Maybe some of the pipsqueaks, depends on their situation."

"As long as they don't bring a shit ton of snack wrappers and crumbs along with them, that's fine," you warned. "You let them do that and I'm withholding your next tattoo sketch."

Eddie gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. You smirked at his dramatics, nodding as to drive the threat home.

"Now get going; last thing you need is another detention for tardiness." You waved him off. "I'll grab a movie if you're planning on hanging out afterwards."

Eddie scoffed. "What happened to you? We would always sit here in ol' Aragorn and smoke until third period. You're no fun anymore, (Name)."

"I graduated, Munson. I'm still just as fun," you teased, "but I know when to hunker down and be serious. You should try it sometimes, considering the fact now you've got those kids looking up to you."

Opening his door, Eddie swung his legs out and sighed. "I dunno, (Name). I'm trying my best here. Those kids should really look up to someone else, though. They got some good heads on their shoulders."

"It's because they have good heads on their shoulders that they look up to you, Eddie," you reassured. "I'll see you later. Try to -"

"Have a good day and stay out of trouble," Eddie finished, pushing himself out of the car. "No promises, (Name)."

Closing the door, he shoved his hands in his pockets and ambled amongst the crowd of students filing into the building. You waited til the parking lot cleared up before pulling out and starting the rest of your day.

First stop? The lovely café that was - and still is - your go-to spot for a caffeine kick. You greet the few baristas behind the counter as you enter, dropping money in the tip jar as you approached the register.

"No Eddie?" Judy glanced up from the till to take the cash from your outstretched hand.

"Not today," you replied. "I'm trying to kick him into gear to get his shit together, so that means actually going to his classes."

Judy snorted and handed you your drink. "Good luck with that. I just don't think he's the type of guy to take that sort of stuff seriously."

You frowned. "Look, I'll be the first to admit he's not the most school-oriented person, but I think he's actually willing to try if he gets his ass in line. I think he's got a good future ahead of him if he could only get out of high school."

"If only," Judy repeated, leaning against the counter and giving you a pitiful look. "You know, (Name), you're smart - you could be so successful if you did what all of us want to do and get out of this small town. Go to college, find a spouse, live the life!"

Your shoulders drooped a bit. "But I'm happy here for now. Maybe later in life, sure, but right now Hawkins is where I think I'm supposed to be."

"Just don't put your life on hold for anything or anyone - especially that Munson boy."

You bit your tongue and nodded curtly. "Have a good day, Judy."

Turning on your heel, you walked out and headed for your car. You stopped with your hand on the door handle, your whole day thrown down the gutter after that draining interaction.

"Fuck it, change of plans." You headed across the street where the town's Family Video stood, hoping that Steve had kept a copy of The Dark Crystal stashed away like you requested. Pushing open the door, you immediately turned and tossed your drink in the trash before browsing the shelves of tapes as you made your way to the counter.

"Got the goods, Harrington?" You placed your elbows on the counter and leaned forward, flashing a smile in his direction as he looked away from the computer screen at you.

"Yeah, yeah." He reached down and pulled out a copy, pushing it towards you. "Watching it tonight?"

You shrugged, running your fingers over the worn cover absentmindedly. "Maybe. Seems like today's just that kind of day."

Steve frowned, then brightened when an idea came to mind. "Why don't you come to the basketball game tonight? I'm going, gotta support Lucas."

You shrugged. "I don't know, Steve, I'm not the fondest of that place and you know that."

"Still, it beats spending your night inside, alone, and we can go grab some ice cream afterwards!" Steve offered one of his infamous charmer smiles and you sighed, shaking your head with a grin. "I'll take that as a yes! Let's meet outside the gym at six so we can get good seats."

You waved at him as you started to head back to the front door. "See ya then, Steve."

By the time you got back to your car, your watch read 10:32 A.M. With your whole evening set up for you, you pushed your movie night into a movie afternoon, heading home to curl up and shut out the world until it was time to get ready and head back out to Hawkins High.

The hustle and bustle of high schoolers and parents alike was all too familiar as you found a parking spot and made your way up to the open gym doors; luckily, Steve made it easy to find him, especially with the blonde on his arm. As you walked behind them, you winced at how humid the gym was thanks to the sheer amount of people crammed inside.

You tuned out a majority of the game minus whenever Steve would elbow you and try to get you involved and when Lucas was suddenly pulled off the bench, that's when things turned up a notch especially due to the overflow of excitement coming from Steve being the excited mom he was.

By the end of it, however, you were bouncing on the balls of your feet as you watched Lucas play and ultimately sway the tide of the game by shooting the winning shot. The wild, uproarious cheers and excitement swept over you as it did everyone else even as everyone was exiting the building.

"I'll meet you guys at the parlor," you called to Steve as you split from him and his date, heading for your own car. Twirling the keys on your finger, you weaved your way between people and found good ol' Aragorn(the name stuck after Eddie vetoed every other you could come up with). On the hood sat Eddie, impatiently searching the crowd, with an antsy Chrissy Cunningham standing off to the side.

"(Name)!" Eddie hopped off the hood and rushed to the passenger side, hurriedly waving you over. "C'mon, we gotta go before anyone decides to throw shit at me for being within breathing distance of Chrissy."

Eyebrows raised, you hopped into the driver's seat and started up the car, eyeing Chrissy as she slid into the backseat.

"You okay?" You asked her, meeting her eyes in the rearview mirror. She nodded, keeping her head down low even as you pulled out of the parking lot. "You did a really good job tonight at the game."

Eddie looked at you incredulously. "That's where you were?"

"Yeah, Steve Harrington invited me to hang out and watch the game," you replied, heading towards Eddie's trailer. "It was fun, actually."

Eddie slumped in his seat. "Great, Harrington's got you under his influence just like Henderson. Who next? Gareth?"

You chuckled. "Yet here I am, stuck driving you home all the time."

Feigning hurt, Eddie put his hand in your face and turned to the backseat, flashing Chrissy an apologetic smile.

"Do you need anything?" You looked back at Chrissy again, noticing the fact she simply couldn't stay still. "I've got a water bottle in my bag if you want."

Hesitantly, she nodded. "Yes, please."

"Eddie, the bag at your feet, the water bottle's in there," you instructed, turning into Eddie's neighborhood and pulling up next to his van. "Be nice to her, she's obviously going through something right now."

Eddie nodded, hurriedly grabbing his stuff and getting out of the car. You turned around in your seat, giving Chrissy a small smile.

"You're gonna need a ride home, right? Here." You reached back and gestured to her arm. "May I?

She rolled up the sleeve of her jacket and you took the pen from your center console, carefully writing your house number on her forearm.

"I'll be home all night, so call me whenever, okay? Doesn't matter the time."

Chrissy nodded. "Thank you, (Name)."

"Yes, thank you, now c'mon!" Eddie opened the back door for her and held out his hand, helping Chrissy out of the car. "See you tomorrow, (Name)!"

You waved and waited until the both of them were inside safely before backing out and driving back to your house - you'd apologize to Steve about ditching him when you dropped off the movie sometime this week.

You tossed your keys on the kitchen table and made camp on the couch with a bowl of popcorn after rifling through some VHS tapes and settling on Ghostbusters to keep you awake. You would constantly steal glances at the phone, an odd feeling gnawing at your stomach as the hours ticked on.

Maybe I should go check on them. You put the popcorn down, then second guessed yourself. No, they're fine. They're grown. Everything's fine.

Still, you couldn't shake the feeling that you needed to go back to Eddie's trailer. You went and grabbed your keys and shoes, throwing open the front door only to collide with someone.

"Jesus, who the fuck - Eddie?" You furrowed your brows as said boy grabbed onto you, face red and panicked expression. "Woah, woah, woah, what happened?"

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #robin buckley #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #st4 #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #will byers #eleven #max mayfield #erica sinclair #chrissy cunningham #stranger things 4 spoilers

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You're so perfect. I love hearing your thoughts--you're so valuable and creative. If it's okay I want to keep talking about it, college Vince is rotting my brain like a cavity.

I want to just think about how Vince would struggle with eye contact after his first time giving in and getting off to the thought of you. You don't get a whole lot to begin with because of the mask but when you show up at the usual time he's especially evasive. It makes you all the more keen on getting your precious eye contact though.

You come around in your cute little outfit, moving your hair from the side of your neck so he can see all the empty space just waiting to be kissed and marked. When you settle into your seat right next to him at the library table he's avoiding your eyes like the plague, a shudder of a sigh when you ask him what's wrong. All he can see in the corner of his eye is how you lean against the table. How your chest pushes against it and how soft you look to touch. He can smell your perfume and practically gets lost thinking of all those vivid little scenarios he had in his brain last night.

Payton an I were talking about it a bit--Bo would be relentless when he finds out you're the reason Vince is occasionally late to meeting up and going home together on Fridays. Vincent left Bo waiting in the parking lot for 10, maybe even 15 minutes and it dawns on him a little suddenly what was keeping his brother so long--a jab or two about breeding his pretty girlfriend being more important than getting back home on time (it was).

When Vincent finally brings you home to properly meet his brothers and have a little more breathing room for personal time it'd be super obvious how involved you both are. You're fidgety and nervous to meet the important people in Vince's life, quick greetings while dinner is being prepared and you get lead down to the basement. You get manually relaxed before dinner then even agree to stay the night.

Bo mentions you're the first person Vincent has ever brought home, not missing the way you tug on your skirt under the table. You're a little disheveled but not so obvious, answering all of Bo's questions and getting to know him before dinner is up. In the morning Bo just shouts down to the basement for you both, knowing full well neither of you are decent so he'll skip walking down to get you.

The breakfast Bo makes in the morning is some crepes--litterally seeping out thick white cream from inside them. Vincent is near ready to strangle Bo for the very classy innuendo.

-💙

You shut the hell up YOU ARE PERFECT. Please talk about college Vincent til he graduates in four years.

Yes yes yes shy and slightly ashamed Vincent my love. What about down the line when you're comfortable with each other and the library custodian's schedule? You hop on the desk, tell him to show you what he'd like, and those steamy little lust-addled thoughts come in handy. And you can tell by the way he touches you, the way he places your hands on him, that he's thought about it...a lot. And you'd be lying if you said you hadn't entertained your own fantasies about this big brooding wonderful man. Maybe you'll tell him about it sometime.

God Bo would be the worst/best boyfriend's brother. That mix of genuine happiness for his twin and sweetness for the person who has Vincent humming in the mornings while he butters his toast, and absolutely endless Bo Sinclair ™ teasing and suggestive comments. "You been puttin' in so much time at the library I'm sure you'll at least get the D. Vince ain't never been one for sports but damn if you don't have him workin' on his cardio. Have you talked to your advisor yet about whether or not you can count this as takin' anatomy?"

Vincent is absolutely smitten with you. Words can't describe. Having a friend he sees around campus lends him that extra boost of confidence he needs to face the public eye. Not only that, but you are such a muse, and he finally gets to create at his own whim, and at the end of the day you kiss him goodbye or hop into the truck beside him and he doesn't think he's ever been this happy, not ever, not even as a little kid. And sometimes he lifts your hand to his lips, waxen or not, and kisses your knuckles because he just cannot believe you're here and his.

#asks #blue #college vincent

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mysticalnightenthusiast · 2 years

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S.N.A.F.U CH71 ‘Abu Dhabi Doooooo!’

After a deeply relaxing break in Monaco with Eadaoin Daniel made his way to Jeddah for the 2021 Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. After a mildly disappointing qualifying session the curly haired driver had a spectacular race and finished the race itself in fifth. The mood was bouyant in the McLaren camp and so came the time for Eadaoin and Cahir to make their way to Heathrow for their flight to Abu Dhabi early Wednesday afternoon.

“So I have a bit of news,” Cahir announced as he met his sister in the Emirates first class lounge at Heathrow Airport.

“Good afternoon to you too brother,” the curly haired redhead said crisply as she sipped her tea “my day’s been good too.”

“Yeah yeah hi how are ya I’m good wah wah wah,” Cahir said excitedly as he plopped down opposite is sister.

“Well?” Eadaoin said expectantly “it must be good, you look like a little kid in a lolly shop.”

“It is good,” Cahir replied with a grin “you know that house we looked at a couple of weeks ago on the outskirts of Dorking?”

“What the one that needs a hundred thousand pounds worth of renovation work on it?” Eadaoin asked dryly “you didn’t buy it did you? It’s borderline derelict Cally!”

“Oh bollocks it is not, you can’t call a lick of paint some flooring and some fencing borderline derelict!” Cahir exclaimed.”

“Aaaaaaaanyway....”

“Well I got a call from the vendor agent this morning and they accepted my offer,” the vendor was desperate to get rid of it and apparently I was the only one to put an offer in.”

“Yeah because it looks like somewhere a serial killer would dump bodies.”

“I thought you had to wait to get on the plane to start on the complimentary mimosas?” Cahir commented “It is not that bad anywaaaaaay I get the keys Tuesday and I’ve already organised a landscape gardener to come in and flatten the back yard the day after.”

“With what? A jerry can of petrol?” Eadaoin asked with a snort of laughter.

“Oh now you’re just trying to wind me up,” Cahir said dryly as Eadaoin collapsed in a fit of giggles “anyway I’m going to be at your place for a while til all the rennos are done.”

“Well you know you can stay as long as you like,” Eadaoin informed her brother “as long as I have an invite to the housewarming.”

“You and the Honey Badger are the first on the list,” Cahir replied with a grin “its going to take a few months to get everything done so hopefully Mum and Dad will be able to come over because until I settle into this new job I don’t really have much of a friend’s circle so it’s probably only going to be just you four.”

“Have you been getting out there?” Eadaoin asked “I really should have asked sooner but all this shit with Danny’s ex and the court case then looking after him has kinda consumed me. I’m sorry.”

“No don’t be I understand,” Cahir replied “but no I haven’t done anything, been too busy working then getting the dogs over and putting all my possessions from that shipping container into storage, this trip to Abu Dhabi will be the first few days I’ve had off since I packed up my house back home for the trip over here and headed to the States for the Austin GP. I need a bit of a break.”

“When was the last time you had an actual holiday?” Eadaoin asked in concern “before the Austin trip I mean.”

“Oh boy probably when Dad and I went on that skiing trip to Canada when I graduated vet school,” Cahir replied “I mean proper holiday, I’ve had a week here a week there but nothing longer than a fortnight for ten years.”

“Don’t overwork yourself,” Eadaoin urged her brother “find that work life balance. You’ll burn out if you don’t know when to limit yourself.”

“I know, that’s why I quit the practice back home and went to the states when Danny offered to pay our way over for your birthday,” Cahir replied “And I told the Walliswood clinic that’s why I quit my last job. Thy have a really good mental and physical health wellness program in place for all their staff which was one of the reasons I was so attracted to the job”

“Well it sounds like your life is heading in the right direction,” Eadaoin said “now you just have to get a girlfriend, any likely prospects on the horizon?”

Cahir rolled his eyes.

“I haven’t been looking.” He said dryly “been kinda busy, know any prospects?”

“Can’t say I do,” Eadaoin replied with a giggle “ah you’ll find someone, and probably when you’re not looking like me with Danny.”

“Yeah probably, wait and see I suppose.”

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Just under seven hours later just as the sun began setting Eadaoin and Cahir’s plane landed in Abu Dhabi. The two siblings exited the cabin together and processed through a COVID check station, luggage collection and Immigration before heading into arrivals.

“Abu Dhabi doooooooooooo!” Cahir cheered as they entered the public concourse.

“We’re going to have fun finding Danny and Michael in this crowd,” Eadaoin said “this is worse than arrivals at LAX.”

“Didn’t Danny say they’d be around the Costa coffee shop?” Cahir asked.

“Yeah, that’s in this direction,” Eadaoin replied pointing to their left “c’mon.”

The two siblings pushed their way through the bustling crowd til they arrived at the Costa Coffee outlet, Eadaoin immediately spotted Danny and Michael off to the side standing next to a vending machine selling various types of confectionery.

“Danny, Michael!” she called lifting a hand to wave “hey!”

Michael saw Eadaoin and Cahir first and nudged for Daniel to turn around; the curly haired driver turned around and burst into his trademark megawatt smile. He strode over to Eadaoin and seized her lips kissing her soundly. Cahir stuck his fingers in his mouth and made loud retching noises as the couple wordlessly greeted each other.

“Can’t you two wait til we get back to the hotel?” he asked “I’m pretty sure public acts of fornication are illegal in Abu Dhabi.”

“Téigh fuck duit féin!” (Go fuck yourself!) Eadaoin told her brother once she pulled away from Danny.

“Hey man how you doing?” Cahir said to Danny as he slapped the driver on the shoulder with a chuckle “nice job in Jeddah.”

“Thanks, hoping for the same on Sunday but you never can tell what will happen race to race in this game,” Daniel replied his face a magnificent shade of scarlet.

“Hey Eadie how was your flight?” Michael asked as he made his way over to the redhead.

“Comfy,” Eadaoin replied allowing the trainer to take possession of her trolley “thanks, managed to catch up on some work but now I’m on holidays til mid-January unless the office runs short of on call staff. Once Danny finishes testing on Tuesday it’s a whole month of doing absolutely nothing and boy will I need that time off.”

“I think we all will,” Michael replied “I can’t wait to head home and see my own family.”

“Where your Nonna will say ‘Oooh Michael you-a too skinny! You-a need-a feeding up-a! Let me-a make-a you some pasta!’” Daniel teased putting on a thick Italian accent “haha!”

“Oh shut up you mung bean,” Michael muttered.

“Isn’t it written in law every Italian Nonna has to tell their grandkids they’re far too thin?” Cahir asked in amusement “or that’s the stereotype anyway.”

“My Nonna is exactly like that,” Michael replied dryly “so’s Danny’s, both our Nonna’s on both sides are the stereotypical Italian grandmas you see in pasta commercials.”

“Not kidding,” Daniel said dryly “every holiday I spend back home I have put on weight, I might actually lose weight this year staying in the U.K.”

The quartet quickly left the airport and found the Jeep that Michael and Daniel had arrived in, Eadaoin and Daniel sat in the back and Cahir joined Michael in the front. For the entire ride back to the hotel in central Abu Dhabi Eadaoin sat with her fingers interlaced with Daniel’s sharing covert looks with the driver.

“Did you two eat on the plane?” Michael asked Eadaoin and Cahir as they arrived back at the hotel.

“Yeah but only a light meal at the beginning of the flight,” Cahir replied as he pulled his suitcase out the back of the Jeep.

“Would you like to join us at dinner?” we’re just eating at Tepanyaki House it’s a Japanese restaurant on the ground floor.”

“Sure I’m in,” Cahir said cheerfully.

“Yeah me too,” Eadaoin replied “just need to have a shower and change first.”

“Okay well how about you and Danny meet Blake and I downstairs at the restaurant in an hour?” Michael suggested “the booking is under my name.”

“Sounds great.”

The group made their way inside the hotel and Eadaoin and Danny helped Cahir check in before making their way upstairs to their own room. As soon as they were behind closed doors Daniel pressed Eadaoin up against the wall and seized her lips with his.

“Where did that come from?” she asked in surprise once they separated.

“Nowhere, I missed you is all,” Daniel replied resting his forehead against hers. “it’s been over a week.”

“I missed you too,” Eadaoin replied softly “are you feeling alright? I mean twelve months ago your life was turned upside down here....”

“I’ll admit since Michael, Blake and I arrived in town I’ve been a bit flat,” Daniel admitted as they moved through the suite to the bedroom “a combination of missing you and remembering what happened last time I was here. I was hurt so badly and so deeply and even now a year later I still get quite emotional about it especially with what has happened in the last couple of months but Michael said to me yesterday “Yes you had a really shitty time last time you were in Abu Dhabi but your life has improved so much since then, you’ve moved on and grown as a person. You’re in love, your life is heading in the direction it should be and everyone in your circle is loving the new Daniel Ricciardo.”

“Michael is very wise,” Eadaoin commented as she hauled her suitcase up onto the bed and unzipped it “I love how he looks after you, in the professional and personal sense, he’s a very good friend.”

“Yeah he is,” Daniel replied happily as he dropped down on to the bed “he’s been my best friend for twenty years we always joke that we’ll end up in the same nursing home or rocking chairs on some little house on the prairie whinging and bitching about ‘the young people of today’”

“I’m glad you have him in your life babe I really am,” Eadaoin informed her pensive partner as she unpacked her belongings “will you get to spend any of the off season with him or is he in Australia for the whole break?”

“He’s going for most of it but will come back toward the end of January to start getting me ready for the twenty twenty two season,” Daniel replied “we usually start training in Monaco so prep will start there. I’ll probably start prepping before then though.”

“Alright I’m going to have a shower, behave yourself now.”

“Can I watch?” Daniel joked raking his eye up and down her slender body.

Eadaoin rolled her eyes.

“Keep it in your pants Driver Man,” she said as she walked by him “perve.”

Daniel cheekily smacked Eadaoin on the backside as she walked by into the bathroom then settled back on the bed to amuse himself on his phone whilst the sassy redhead freshened up. He was on a particularly difficult level of Tetris when his phone lit up with an incoming call from ‘PINKS’. He paused the game and swiped his thumb across the screen just as the sound of running water emanating from the bathroom ceased.

“Miss Pinkham!” he said with a snort.

“Oh shut up, I haven’t been called Miss Pinkham since I was in school,” Natalie Pinkham Daniel’s good friend and Sky F1 journalist shot back dryly.

“And I bet it was because you were never paying attention,” Daniel replied with a snort of laughter.

“I choose not to comment on the grounds I may incriminate myself!” Natalie exclaimed “are you busy right now?”

“No, just waiting for Eadie to finish in the shower then we’re having dinner with her brother, Blake and Michael,” Daniel replied “she only flew in an hour or so ago.”

“How are things going for you both?” Natalie asked kindly “we didn’t get a chance to catch up in Jeddah and aside from track commitments you’ve been pretty much keeping to yourself, which I can understand after what happened....”

“We’re going alright thanks for asking Nat,” Daniel replied with a sigh “we’ve gotten into the habit of keeping to ourselves and staying in more than going out since that shite with Jem kicked off, the few times we’ve been out we’ve seen paparazzi or been bothered but vociferous fan girls. After court a couple of weeks ago we managed to spend a week in Monaco and had a daytrip to Cannes which was nice, got to spend some time with Max and Kelly and played some padel with Charles and Pierre during which Eadie handed our arses to us on a silver platter.”

Natalie laughed.

“You need to step up your padel game Ricciardo,” Natalie joked “you’re slipping.”

“You know my game is squash or tennis proper,” Daniel said “smartarse”

Natalie chuckled.

“Couldn’t resist getting a dig in,” she said “now there’s a reason for my call....”

Daniel groaned and rolled his eyes

“What now?” he said in exasperation “have you heard some ridiculous rumour that I’m retiring and going back to Perth to farm goats or something?”

Natalie snorted in amusement.

“That’s an actual rumour?” she asked in surprised “are you retiring and going back to Perth to farm goats?”

“Nat don’t be ridiculous I’m not retiring and I’m certainly not doing so to farm goats,” Daniel replied “you can take that to the bank.”

“Eh you never know one of these days a ridiculous rumor might turn out to be true,” Natalie mused “just promise me if you do ever decide to retire back to Perth to farm goats you’ll give me the scoop.”

“I promise,” Daniel vowed “so what’s the reason for your call?”

“I saw a photo online of you and Eadaoin and I wanted to ask you about it,” Natalie replied “I don’t know if it’s a paparazzi picture or some fan took from a distance but I thought you might like to know about it. When I saw it just now I wanted to ring you and ask....erm....”

“Nat spit it out,” Daniel said.

“Is Eadaoin pregnant?”

“WHAT?” Daniel bellowed as the door to the bathroom opened and Eadaoin emerged in a cloud of steam wrapped in a monogrammed hotel towel “no she is not pregnant!”

“Who isn’t pregnant?” Eadaoin asked.

“You!” Daniel replied “Nat asked me if you were pregnant!”

“No I’m definitely not pregnant!” Eadaoin said with a giggle of amusement “what the hell?”

“Nat’s seen a pic of us online....” Daniel began.

“Natalie I can assure you I’m not pregnant!” Eadaoin called projecting her voice so the older woman could hear “Why do you ask?”

“-saw a photo online and it looks like you’re pregnant.” Natalie said just as Daniel put his phone on speaker “the tag line on the photo says “McLaren F1 pilot Daniel Ricciardo and his barrister girlfriend Eadaoin O’Siodachain looking cosy in Cannes recently, could a Honey Badger Junior be on the way?’ Its actually one of a series of you two on a beach in Cannes in most you’re snogging.”

“Can you send it through?” Daniel asked “as much as I hate those sorts of photos I’m nosy.”

“Yeah so am I,” Eadaoin replied in amusement “rest assured Natalie I am not pregnant. If I was Danny and I would announce it in a far classier way than via paparazzi photos.”

“That’s what I figured but I thought I’d ask anyway,” Natalie said “I really do apologise for asking such a question....”

“Really it’s fine,” Daniel informed his friend “I’ve been asked far more stupid questions over the last few weeks really I have and I’d rather be asked these questions by you than some nosy arsehole at a press conference.”

“I had to ask, it’s the nosy journalist in me,” Natalie said “I best let you go, can we meet up for dinner before you go on holidays?”

“Sure just send me a text, we’re in town til late Wednesday night,” Daniel replied “then we’re going to L.A for a week before going home to London.”

“I’ll be in touch, see you later Dan.”

“See ya.”

A minute after hanging up Daniel’s phone beeped with an incoming text message. He tapped on the file from Natalie and a pic of him and Eadaoin on a beach in Cannes popped up. He was standing behind the redhead his arms around her slender waist and his hand splayed out on her lower stomach. The angle of the photo accentuated his hands and it did indeed look like Eadaoin was in the early stages of pregnancy.

“Well it does look like you’re pregnant,” he said holding his phone out so Eadaoin could see it “the breeze has caught your dress and rounded out the front.”

Eadaoin scrubbed her face dry and looked at the screen. Whoever had taken the photo had captured the moment where Daniel had wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the beach at sunset. She smiled at the memory and ran her fingers through his curls affectionately.

“I’m not happy that someone took a pic of a private moment but it is a beautiful photo,” she said “and you’re right it does look like I’m pregnant.”

“If we ever do get to that point in our lives we should go back to Cannes and recreate this pic,” Daniel said “god I’m a sap aren’t I?”

Eadaoin laughed.

“You are,” she said affectionately pressing a kiss to the top of his head “and I love you for it, now I better get dressed, it just won’t do for me to turn up at dinner in the nuddy.”

“If you stayed here in the nuddy I could still have a good meal,” Daniel murmured reaching down and brushing his fingers along her thighs.

“Daniel Joseph Ricciardo don’t be such a degenerate!” Eadaoin exclaimed affectionately elbowing him in the stomach “as appealing as getting busy is I have just come off a seven hour flight and I am actually hungry for food. You have to be too.”

“Yeah I am,” Daniel admitted “go on.”

Daniel left Eadaoin alone long enough to get dressed in a casual yet elegant summer dress before lacing his fingers through hers and leading her out of their suite and to the lift.

“You ever had fan encounters at whatever hotel you’ve been staying at during race week?” Eadaoin asked curiously as the lift arrived and they stepped inside.

“A few but nothing creepy, for the most part I’m left alone,” Daniel replied kissing the back of her hand and pressing the ground floor button “I’ve never had anyone knock on my suite door, usually I usually just get selfie and autograph requests, though I’ve noticed when we’re out on a date night or out with Michael or Blake I get bothered less.”

“I’ve given a few of your vociferous fangirls the death glare when we’ve been interrupted on a date night, maybe word has spread you’re taken and I don’t take kindly to you being fawned over.” Eadaoin said with a grin as they began travelling to the ground floor.

“So are you saying I belong to you?” Daniel whispered in her ear.

Eadaoin shivered as the curly haired driver ran his fingers up and down her back.

“Definitely,” she replied brushing her lips against his “and maybe after dinner I’ll mark you as mine too.”

“If we hadn’t promised the guys we’d have dinner with them I’d take you right back upstairs and show you a good time,” Daniel growled “you have a knack for making me horny at the most inconvenient times.”

“Well soooooorry!” Eadaoin responded with a giggle as the lift dinged and arrived at the ground floor “it’s not something I try and do, if I put effort into making you horny we’d ever have left our suite.”

“I have no doubt about that!”

Hand in hand Eadaoin and Daniel exited the lift and made their way across the lobby to Tepanyaki House the Japanese restaurant where they were due to meet Michael, Blake and Cahir. They were shown to their table where the three men were already waiting for them.

“Tsk tsk you two are always the last to arrive at dinner,” Blake teased as Daniel held Eadaoin’s chair out for her “maybe you should have had room service?”

“Fuck-off.” Daniel said blushing hard as Cahir and Michael sniggered heartily “we’re right on time for the booking, don’t be a dickhead.”

“Have you guys ordered drinks yet?” Eadaoin asked grabbing the drinks menu in front of her “I have to say I could murder a bottle of Asahi right now.”

“Piss head,” Cahir teased affectionately “we were waiting for you and Danny to arrive before we ordered anything.”

“I’m feeling generous,” Eadaoin announced pulling her purse out of her handbag “first round on me fancy some sake?”

“I’ve never actually tried it,” Blake admitted “but I’m game to.”

“I’ll come with you, you won’t be able to carry a bottle and five glasses on your own,” Cahir told his sister.

“Sooooo....” Michael said once Eadaoin and Cahir had departed to the bar.

Daniel rolled his eyes.

“So what?” he said dryly

“I’m thinking of starting a book at the track,” Michael replied with a grin.

Blake let out a great snort of laughter.

“This’ll be good” Daniel muttered “....what’s the bet?”

“That one of you-” Michael continued indicating to his friend and Eadaoin “will be wearing an engagement ring by this time next year.”

Daniel rolled his eyes again.

“Oh for fuc-are you for real?” he asked his friend as Blake roared with laughter “you-are-an-idiot. There’s a better chance of collecting on a bet that Russell will post a topless selfie on The ‘Gram before the first race next year than that.”

“Hmm is there though?” Blake piped up “is there really?”

“Yeah mate there is,” Daniel replied looking across the restaurant to the bar where Eadaoin and Cahir were waiting to be served “I love Eadie like crazy and she’s my forever but I’m not going to ask her to marry me by this time next year, maybe not ever. I don’t think we need to be married to-”

“Yeah I call bullshit,” Michael replied with a grin “god mate you don’t see you and Eadie’s relationship like the rest of us and it shows. I think you’re more into her and she’s more into you than either of you realise and that’s why I think one of you will be wearing an engagement ring by this race next year. I’d say by Easter but I think that’d be pushing it.”

“This time next year is pushing it,” Daniel muttered.

“I don’t disagree with him y’know,” Blake piped up.

“Oh not you too?” Daniel said in amused exasperation “Jesus. We’ve only just decided to move in together!”

“Ah I’m just teasin’” Michael said “don’t think I or Blake are pushing you we’re not but suffice to say we know you’re happy in the way you should be and no one in your friend’s circle would be the least bit surprised if one day sooner than you say either of you would turn up in the paddock wearing an engagement ring.”

“Let’s see how living together first goes huh?” Daniel said in amusement “we might hate living together or discover something about the other that annoys the shit out of each other. I mean what if she hangs the loo roll the wrong way or-”

“You two pretty much live together already,” Blake pointed out “you’re at Eadie’s or she’s with you at the Monaco apartment, I reckon the longest you’ve been apart is just before the summer break and that’s because you were a fucking knob.”

“Oh god don’t remind me of that,” Daniel said with a groan “that was four months ago and I still feel like a prized idiot.”

“You shouldn’t. You made amends and apologised and Eadie forgave you,” Michael informed his friend “don’t dwell on the past. You’ve got a good reason to look forward to the future.”

“Yeah I do.”

Eadaoin and Cahir returned to the table and Eadaoin immediately began pouring everyone some sake.

“I propose a toast,” she said.

“You propose a toast any time we have dinner together,” Daniel teased putting an arm around her shoulders and trailing his fingers up and down her arm..

“And that’s a problem how?” Eadaoin asked with a raised eyebrow “shut up for a minute.”

“Oh for fuck’s sakes you two get a god damn room!” Cahir exclaimed rolling his eyes “Jesus Moses!”

“You can shut up too,” Eadaoin told her brother as she held her glass aloft “aaaaaaaaaaanyway here’s to a safe race Sunday night, and a great off season.”

“Cheers!”

“You told Blake and Michael about the phone call you got just before we came down here?” Eadaoin asked Daniel a smile playing upon her lips “I just told Cally about it.”

“What happened?” Blake asked.

“Pinks rang just before we came down and told us about a photo that was taken of Eadie and me when we were in Cannes a couple of weeks ago,” Daniel told his friend “well it was a series of photos really and Nat asked if Eadie was pregnant....”

“What the fuck?” Blake and Michael chorused.

“Where would she even begin to think that was a possibility?” Michael asked incredulously.

“Have a look at these.” Daniel said opening the photos Natalie had sent him and pushing his phone across the table.

Blake and Michael put their heads together and looked at the photos and their mouths fell open in perfect unison.

“Eadie you look....” Michael began.

“Pregnant, yeah I know,” Eadaoin replied dryly “we both told Natalie that if I was pregnant we wouldn’t announce it via a paparazzi photo we’re classier than that.”

And we’d tell our family then close friends first,” Daniel added.

“Hope so, Mam would kill you if you didn’t tell her first,” Cahir said “to be honest everyone in the O’Siodochain family would kill you if you told the public you were pregnant before us.”

“Well I can assure you Cally I’m definitely not pregnant and won’t be anytime soon,” Eadaoin assured her brother “now, who’s game to try proper wasabi?”

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Daniel and Eadaoin spent a couple of hours in the restaurant with Cahir, Michael and Blake eating, drinking and talking at length about the coming weekend, future business plans and everyone’s plans for the Christmas and New Year’s break, they then all parted and retired to their respective rooms.

“Ugh I’ve drunk too much sake!” Daniel exclaimed flopping down onto the bed and “my head is swimming and its media day tomorrow too blah!”

“Ah you’ve got twelve hours before you have to leave the hotel you’ll be fine,” Eadaoin said kicking off her sandals and padding over to him “at least you don’t have to drive, Cally and I are driving to Dubai and going karting all day.”

“I’d rather be karting all day then dealing with media commitments,” Daniel groaned, closing his eyes and sighing as she ran her fingers through his hair “that actually sounds fun.”

“I thought you didn’t mind media day?” Eadaoin asked in surprise.

“I don’t, not usually,” Daniel replied “but y’know it’s the end of a very long and emotionally exhausting season and I just want to race then rest. I tell you once we get to LA I’m going to go to bed for three days straight and do nothing but sleep.”

“Just sleep?” Eadaoin asked with a grin as she leaned in and brushed her lips against his.

“Weeeeeeell maybe there are other things I could get up to,” Daniel murmured mid-kiss “have no idea what though.

Eadaoin grinned

“I have a few ideas,” she said “but I’m far too tipsy now to elaborate, maybe tomorrow night we can eat in and brainstorm?”

“Sounds great.

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A/N: Bit of a pointless filler chapter today folks but I hope you liked it anyway. If you liked this or any of the previous chapters I’d be most grateful if you would like or reblog my content. We fanfic authors always appreciate feedback!

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The Twins From New York: Chapter One

One week ago…

“I can’t wait til we’re out of this place.”

“That makes two of us.”

The two girls hug each other tight, get into their respective cars, and follow behind their parents. After 17 years, the girls had expected to feel more somber as they departed the Rhinebeck home. It was a somewhat sudden move. father, David, recently took a job in his hometown and had been wanting to move back to their family since the girls were about to graduate. Luckily the girls were pretty close to their younger cousin, so the move wouldn’t be too hard on the twins.

September 28, 1985

It was a chilly Friday morning in Hawkins, Indiana. The leaves on the trees were starting to change and the cool Autumn wind soared gracefully through the town. Hawkins High School was buzzing as the twins pulled up in Quinn’s ‘83 Volkswagen Beetle, Herbs (named after The Love Bug).

“I really hope we have the same schedule. I do not want to finish senior year with a bunch of strangers.”

Rose was more anxious than she was leading on. She typically maintained a cool, calm composure but being in a new town with new people just made her stomach churned.

“We’ll see what happens. But hey, Mike’s sister is going to show us around so at least we know one person.”

Quinn tried to reassure her, but little did Rose know that she was feeling just as anxious.

As they pushed through the swarm of kids, they quickly located the office and Nancy, who was speaking with one of the receptionists. To much of their dismay, both schedules were completely different. Not a single class overlapped. They looked at each other with a knowing look of both fear and nervousness.

But, Nancy snapped the girls from their moment of despair.

“C’mon. Let me show you around a little bit before classes start.”

Nancy was great. She made sure to show where each of the girls’ classes were and give them little tips to help pass each teachers class. While walking around, Nancy had also told the girls about some of the school clubs. She had mentioned the Newspaper club which, had piqued Rose’s interest, and at the end of the subject, she had briefly mentioned a Dungeons & Dragons club that Mike was a part of. Now, that was a club Quinn could get behind.

The bell then began to ring. Nancy and the sisters said their goodbyes and went their separate ways for the day.

“Good luck!’

Nancy yelled, looking back at the twins.

Finally, it was lunch time, and the girls could reunite.

The cafeteria was loud as the students funneled in and met up with their friends. It was evident which ‘cliques’ were which. Quinn and Rose had managed to find each other in the chaos and were now looking for their cousin who had said they could have lunch with him and his friends.

The ‘Outcast’ table was getting rowdy as Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson went on another vivacious rant, yelling at those passing by and making faces at those staring. The boys chuckled around the table at the looks they were getting. After a few minutes, the table began to calm down again and the boys went back to quieter conversation.

“Dude, I swear. They’re hot!” Mike said.

“Yeah sure. Watch them look just like the twins from the Shining. Curly pigtails and frilly dresses. Pink, I’m sure. Mike, you’re into all that girly shit.” Eddie teased, making Mike feel self-conscious for a second.

Mike has been trying to convince the boys that these unseen sisters he had met earlier in the week were actually attractive and not his inexperienced self convincing him so. Eddie was not letting him win.

“Gross, dude. Those are my cousins. And they’re not creepy twins or wear frilly dresses.”, Dustin grumbled.

“Suuuuuuuuure”, Eddie said, rolling his eyes and laughing.

Dustin had an awful look of disgust on his face which almost immediately faded to an excited expression as he adamantly waved off into the distance. Assuming he was waving the girl over, the boys turned around to see if Eddie was right.

A collective “Damn” was heard from the older boys at the table.

Eddie felt a lump in his throat as if he forgot to swallow. Next to him, Gareth was turning beet red. Obviously the boys didn’t really expect them to look like the twins from the Shining, but they definitely were not expecting them to look so beautiful. Quinn’s short, red hair was pulled into two pigtails which allowed her band tee to be on display as she walked over in black, ripped jeans and well-worn combat boots. Her collection of silver jewelry shined as she walked by the cafeteria windows. Rose’s darker red hair could easily pass off as brown had it not been for the sun shining through. It fell loosely around her shoulders in soft waves as if to warm her alongside her black, knit cardigan. She looked very comfortable, yet feminine, in a long mahogany skirt which danced around her legs, falling just above her docs. They were both giggling over Dustins excited look, finally happy to see a friendly and familiar face. Sure they were twins, but goodness. They looked like they were sent from the Devil himself to personally drag Eddie and Gareth into sin.

Eddie couldn’t help but see someone else watching the girls from his peripherals. Jason and the rest of the basketball team were quietly chatting amongst themselves and eyeing up the twins as if they were walking around in nothing but their undergarments. Eddie knew that the boys were going to be a problem. Thankfully the two girls hadn’t noticed, or simply paid no mind.

“Hey guys!” Rose called out a few feet back.

“Hey, Dustin. These are your friends?” Quinn asked as they got to the table.

“Yeah. This is Eddie, Gareth, and Jeff. You’ve already met Mike.You guys, this is Quinn and Rose”

The three boys smiled up at the girls and Jeff gave them a little wave as the boys slid down a seat on each side so Quinn and Rose could sit. Eddie remained at the head of the table while Quinn sat next to Dustin and Rose next to Gareth.

As soon as Quinn saw Eddie, she knew she had to get to know him. After leaving New York, she hadn’t met anyone like him, much less seen anyone like him. Everyone here in ‘Smalltown America’ was much less progressive than the people she had known back home. Here, everything about her made her an outcast. From her love of Dungeons & Dragons to her taste in music. Eddie, on the other hand, made her feel like she was home again, just his presence alone. Seeing her favorite band patches on his battle vest made her feel like she was sitting with the right people. She planned on asking about his D&D club, but she would do that later. She didn’t want to seem so eager.

Little did she know, Eddie wanted to get to know her too. It wasn’t often he met a girl who, at the least, liked the same music as him. It was mostly him and his small group of friends. He thought that would be all he needed but now, a part of him felt like he needed her too. He would try to sneak glances at her while she was speaking to someone else at the table to study her. How she dressed, how she talked, how her eyes lit up when she laughed. He has never met someone so much like him. Someone so perfect.

Now, Gareth felt like he was going to pass out. Rose looked absolutely wicked, yet somehow so sweet. He could have sworn she put a spell on him. His normal sly, cool composure was currently missing as his dizzy head buzzed and his knees felt weak and weightless. God, he thought. What is wrong with me? Sat beside him, Rose was feeling just as weak. She could feel his warmth against her right shoulder. Oh, and those curls. She couldn’t help but watch them bounce as he turned his head to follow the conversation. Her heart felt like it was moving a mile a minute and at any point now she would drop to the floor from a heart attack.

The conversation at lunch was light and was filled mostly with small talk. Jeff had brought up their band, Corroded Coffin, suggesting the girls come watch them practice sometime. The two were definitely interested. Eddie rerouted the conversation to Dungeons & Dragons, of course. He wanted to make a point of this evening's meeting to make sure the younger boys wouldn’t forget.

“Would you guys be interested in another person joining?” Quinn asked, her voice shaking slightly as all the boys stared at her.

Quinn was desperate to get in on the club. She had nothing better to do outside of school. She wasn’t interested in getting a job quite yet and none of the other clubs she had cared for. Not to mention it would give her more time to get to know Eddie.

“Sure. Why don’t you sit in tonight to see where we’re at then you can play with us starting next week.” Eddie responded, his heart pounding. This girl was into D&D too? What other surprises was she hiding?

Quinn was also elated.

The bell rang signaling lunch was over and it was time for everyone to head back to their classes. The girls said goodbye to the boys and went off, happy to finally be meeting more people.

The last bell rang, signaling that the end of the school day had arrived.Students spilled from their classrooms out to the parking lot. Finally free. Rose wandered the halls to the library to pick up a couple books for her classes and, to her dismay, the library was already closed up for the weekend. Rats. She sighed in mild frustration as she walked towards the theater room, hoping to find a quiet room to do her school work in while Quinn was at Hellfire. The halls were empty as she approached the theater hall. After pulling on a couple door handles, she finally found a room that was unlocked. It was the band room. Not exactly what she was looking for, but it’ll work.

She opened the door. Only a dim floor lamp lit the large room. Right as she flicked on the fluorescents there was a loud crash in the room. She yelped as her hand went to clutch her chest.

“I’m so sorry. I thought the room was empty.” Rose said, in between breaths and she was trying to catch hers.

Crouched on the ground was Gareth who was picking up his cymbals which he knocked over from the sudden light startling him.

“It’s okay. I was just finishing up here anyways. It’s almost time for Hellfire.” Gareth looked up, realizing it was Rose. That damn beautiful Rose.

Realizing it was just her, alone with Gareth, Rose began to get flustered, not realizing the same was happening to Gareth

“I know you didn’t want to join, but did you maybe want to come watch? Since your sister is in it. Maybe it’ll pass the time?” Gareth was trying to fill the awkward silence, but his question was asked in all sincerity.

“Um, I uh.. have some work I need to finish up but I’ll definitely come check it out when I’m done.” Rose said, looking down at her boots, afraid that she might combust if she looked at his face.

“Sounds good. I’ll, uh, see you there.”

Gareth strolled out of the room and Rose made her way to a desk sat in the corner of the room. Fuck, that was awkward.

Quinn’s heart was beating out of her chest. After the bell had rung, she met Eddie in the theater room so he could tell her about his campaign. They were sat close to each other, knees practically touching, hovering over Eddie’s work. She could smell the remnants of cigarette smoke and his earthy shampoo.

“So what do you think?” Eddie asked, looking over at Quinn with the biggest grin, proud of everything he had put together and hoping Quinn was impressed.

“Um, it’s great. I’m really excited to see where it goes.” Quinn said, still looking down and smiling at the table. She couldn’t muster the couragento look up at him

“I’m glad you decided to join. I’ve been wanting one more person to join. I’m just lucky that one person was you.” Eddie said, almost whispering the last sentence and he looked back down at the table.

Was he flirting with her? She couldn’t help but blush at the thought. Thankfully, right then Dustin and Mike walked in so she wouldn’t have to dwell on the silence.

Soon, the other boys joined and the game began. Eddie put on the theatrics and everyone was enthralled. Quinn was loving the energy. Back in New York, the D&D clubs she had tried being a part of just bored her. The DM’s had no creativity or enthusiasm. But this, this was amazing. Eddie was amazing. Throughout the night, Eddie kept stealing glances at Quinn. The way her eyes were wide and just lit up with every turn in the story made his heart race. At some point in the night, Eddie decided to write a note to Quinn. He waited til the players were talking amongst themselves in a circle.

Do you want to stay after Hellfire for a bit?

He carefully slid it over to her. She gave him a confused look as she picked the note up and began reading. He wants me to stay after? She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. Maybe he just wants to hangout as friends. It’s nothing. She tried to convince herself it wasn’t anything more so she wouldn’t get her hopes up. Quinn looked back at him, smiling while blushing slightly, and nodded. Eddie would have the cheesiest grin on his face for the rest of the night.

Finally, Rose caught up with most of her school work and decided she may as well head to Hellfire and wait for the game to wrap up there. She swung her bag over her shoulder and made her way to the theater room. The voices of the group grew louder as she neared. They were really into the game. The door opened slowly as it was heavier than the other door that had been down the hall. After scanning the room for a spare chair, she couldn’t find one as she sneaked in. She began to set her bag on the floor and slide down beside it, but she managed to catch the eyes of Gareth. He stood up and waved her over to come sit in his chair. Rose shook her head but he seemed pretty insistent so she made her way over.

“Thank you.” said Rose, giving Gareth a small smile.

“A beautiful girl shouldn’t be sitting on the floor.”

The exchange was whispered between the two causing Rose to blush more than it should have. She could feel his presence hovering over her and the heat from his hands resting on the back of the chair beside her shoulders. She felt weak. She glanced over to her sister. Quinnwas staring back at her with such a shit-eating grin on her face. Rose felt like she was being caught red-handed and looked away to focus on the game.

Hellfire finally had come to an end. Jeff rounded up the younger boys and headedtowards his car to take them home. It was just the four of them left. Rose grabbed her bag from beside the door and walked over to Quinn. She was exhausted and ready to just crawl in bed.

“Hey, you ready to go?” she asked, hoping her sister would hear the exhaustion in her voice. But Quinn didn’t notice, as all she could think about was the note Eddie had passed earlier.

“Um, why don’t you go ahead and take the car home? Eddie wanted to go over a few things with me and he can just drop me off after.” Quinn responded, staring at Eddie as he was finishing putting some things away from the table.

“Oh. Um, yeah. Okay.” She was taken abit aback by Quinn’s statement, but Rose saw the way she looked at him.

To people that didn’t know Quinn well, they wouldn’t be able to see the excitement on her face, but Rose did. It was Friday anyway so she decided not to pry. She will definitely be asking about it in the morning. The girls said their goodbyes and Rose followed Gareth out to the parking lot. The two parted ways as she reached Quinn’s Bug and Rose made the drive home. Today has been a long, eventful day and by the time she got to her room, she simply shed her clothes and crawled into bed, not caring to close the curtain or set an alarm for the morning. She was out.

Quinn was about to get much less sleep than her sister. She and Eddie had stayed long after everyone had left. The converstation started with Eddie making sure Quinn was keeping up okay with the campaign, but soon turned into talking about everything but D&D. The janitor was doing his final rounds and made a point to shut off the room’s lights to get any stragglers out of the building. Defeated, the two head out to the parking lot to continue their conversation in Eddie’s van. The smell of smoke, from both cigarettes and weed, hung in the air. He had a couple pillows and blankets placed in the corner and a small box. He grabbed the box and opened it to reveal a much larger stash than what he kept in his little lunchbox.

“Want to smoke?” he asked, glancing up at Quinn, not sure what she was going to say. To his luck, she nodded her head ‘yes.’

“Why the hell not?” she chuckled.

He began to roll a joint as Quinn took in Eddie as the moon shone over him. The light seemed to accentuate his curls. His features more prominent. He was beautiful. He looked up at her. His big, brown eyes just made her melt.

“Could you grab the matches from my jacket pocket?”

Eddie’s hands were busy packing the box back up while the unlit joint hung from his lips. She leaned forward to feel for the matches in his pocket. He was so close. She could easily just turn her head and kiss him. She could just… but no. She couldn’t tell if he was into her or just charming. Grabbing the little box, she sat back down and handed the matches over. Eddie struck one, lighting the freshly rolled joint. They spent the next couple minutes in silence, passing it back and forth, inhaling the intoxicating smoke. Quinn could feel her body relax as she slid into her high. She could feel her skin buzzing and looked at Eddie. He had leaned back as he relaxed. His head resting on the wall behind him exposing his adam’s apple. His shirt had rode up slightly and Quinn couldn’t help but look down and admire the now exposed treasure trail. She could feel a knot in her stomach as her head began to buzz. After a few moments, Eddie sat up and caught her gaze on his body.

“Like what you see?” Eddie said with a smirk.

She looked up, embarrassed. She didn’t realize she had been staring that long. Her face was turning bright red by the second. She froze as Eddie began to move towards her. Was he going to tell her off? Tell her to get out of his van?

“You don’t have to be shy around me.”

He was so close to her. His breath tickled her neck as he whispered to her. Their eyes met momentarily before he leaned into her and pressed a kiss into her lips. She stopped breathing, melting under him. After a few seconds, she gained some confidence. One hand on his chest, the other reaching for his hair, she leaned into him. The kiss deepend which turned the gentle kiss on the lips to a heated, desperate makeout. They grabbed on to each other tight, wherever their hands could grasp, as if at any point they would be ripped away from each other. They were still buzzing from their high, minds clouded by a lust filled fever. Time was passing fast around them.

The two eventually pull apart to catch some air. Checking his watch, Eddie noted that it was nearly midnight. He groaned a little as he realized how late it was. He didn’t want to push her further tonight and the last thing he needed was the parents of this beautiful, new girl to come for him for keeping her out too late.

“I should probably get you home.” said looking up from his watch. A breathless Quinn looked at hers and grumbled as well. She didn’t want what was happening to end, but she knew he was just trying to keep her from getting in trouble, which was getting more and more likely as the seconds passed.

Quinn agreed and they crawled into their seats and Eddie took off. She quickly adjusted her clothes and fixed her hair in an effort to look as if nothing had just happened in the van. He kept stealing looks at her as he drove while she was fixing herself back up. He smiled to himself. They finally roll up to her house and Eddie put the van in park.

“I had fun tonight, Eddie.”

Quinn leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting out of the car, slowly closing the door to not alert her parents. He smiled and waved as he rolled away and she walked through the door. Luckily, Rose must of covered for her late arrival home, because no one was up to catch her sneaking back in. Making her way up to her room, she recounted the events of the night. She couldn’t help just shudder and blush at the thought of Eddie’s body against her. Quinn had finally made it into her bed and laid there, eventually falling asleep to the thoughts of Eddie.

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tobesolonely · 4 years

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kindergarten teachers

summary: teacher!harry and coworker y/n have a hard time coming to terms with their feelings for each other

a/n: ahhh she’s finally done! i’ve been working on this fic for sooo long and i hope u all like it! big thanks to @queencharry for helping me when i got stuck and beta reading, and @behindthatbabyface for beta reading as well and giving me feedback!! i appreciate u both <3 enjoy ~11.3k words of some mutual pining and teacher!h interacting with lil kindergarteners 🥺also i am sorry if theres any major grammar mistakes (as always) or crazy typos, i always miss some things when i go back and proofread that im sure i’ll catch later! thank u

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol

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From the time you were very young, you knew you wanted to be a teacher. One of your earliest childhood memories was going to school dressed up as one for career day. Your usually untamed hair was pulled back into a sleek bun (courtesy of your mother), and you donned a funky baby-pink sweater. For bottoms, you wore the closest thing to a pencil skirt you had in your five-year-old wardrobe. When you look back on the photographs your mother took of you that day, you did not resemble a teacher in any way. You were sure if you had not done your Career Day presentation in front of the whole class, no one would have even known who you were dressed up as.

Once you moved onto college and declared Education as a major, that was when people really started to let you hear their opinions on the career path you wanted to pursue. It seemed like whenever you went home for a holiday, relatives were always in your ear saying, “You know teachers don’t make a lot of money, right? Have you ever considered something in the sciences?”. You always responded, “I know, but what would the world do without teachers?”.

Eventually, you finished your undergraduate career, successfully completed student teaching with the highest praise from your superiors and colleagues, obtained your teaching credentials, and even went back to school to get your Master’s degree. So, it was much to everyone’s surprise when you settled on being a Kindergarten teacher. People assumed that because you completed so much schooling, you wanted to be a university professor. However, the thought never even crossed your mind. You always thought Kindergarten teachers were the most impressionable people out there and knew you wanted to be one.

To you, there was no greater responsibility than that of a Kindergarten teacher. It was your responsibility to teach your students reading, writing, art, and music at the most basic level. You showed them how to play with others, how to be kind, and give them the tools necessary to succeed once they leave your classroom. You were the first teacher your students ever had, so you needed to make them fall in love with school instead of hate it, considering they’d have to stick to it until they were at least eighteen.

You’ve been a credentialed Kindergarten teacher for the last three years, and you’ve loved every moment of it. You were one of the younger teachers at school, but you never felt left out. Your colleagues were amazing people who often shared tips and tricks they wish they knew when they first started teaching.

Now, you were groggily unlocking the door to your classroom, feeling those first-day-of-school jitters you always felt. You knew kindergarteners weren’t there to harshly critique you. Still, you wanted them to go home and tell their parents about how excited they were to have you as a teacher, not run home in tears. That never happened, of course, but you didn’t want to take any chances. You drop your keys and mutter a quiet, “Shit!” setting your travel mug filled with coffee on the ground and readjust the box of donuts you had for your kids on your hip. As you reach for your keys, you hear a deep voice ask if you need help. You quickly turn around, eyes wide from being startled.

“Oh! You scared me,” you place your free hand over your chest. “But yeah, actually, that’d be great. I’m struggling to get my door open.” The man nods, his own keys he wore around his neck jangling as he retrieves first your keys, then your coffee mug.

“I’m Harry– Mr. Styles, if you want,” he holds your keys out for you to take, your coffee mug still in his large hands. “Uh, I’m the new Kindergarten teacher.” You give him a confused look and trade the box of donuts in your arms for your keys, opening the door. “The last one, Mrs. Brown, I think it was, I guess she decided a few weeks back that she wanted to retire.” You get your door open and walk inside your classroom, turning on the lights. It was a little stuffy, considering you hadn’t been there to open any windows in about a month.

“Oh, that’s right! Welcome,” you give him a warm smile. “I’m Y/N– Miss Y/L/N if you want.” A slight blush appears on his cheeks. “We’re gonna be working together then, it seems. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Mrs. Brown, but it’ll be nice to collaborate with someone closer to my age, you know?” Harry nods, and you realize he still had your coffee mug and box of donuts in his hands. “You can just set that on my desk, thanks for helping out. Would you like a donut?”

“Um, I- it’s okay,” he stammers, setting the items down. “Sorry, it’s just that I’ll probably crash if I have a donut first thing in the mornin’.” You smile at him and move to open all your windows and the back door, wanting the stuffy classroom to air out a bit before the children got here.

“I totally get that,” you giggle, walking back over to your desk. “Are you excited about the first day? I always get a little nervous. I also talk a lot when I’m nervous, I’m sure you caught onto that.”

For the first time that morning, Harry laughs. “Yeah, I’m nervous, too. ’ve never taught in the States before, so this is a bit new to me.” He’s playing with the keys hanging from his lanyard.

“I noticed you had an accent, but I didn’t know if it was weird to ask about it. What brings you to California?” You open the box of donuts and take one out, wanting to eat it before it gets cold, and the glaze hardens.

“Uh, I went to University here, but when I graduated, I decided to go back home and teach for a couple of years. I really missed being here though and wanted to come back, so I got my credentials, and uh, here I am,” he tells you with a grin, and you notice he has deep dimples.

“Well, we’re glad you’re here,” you tell him earnestly. “The kids are just gonna love your accent, too!” you joke and Harry laughs for the second time that day.

“If all else fails, ’m hopin’ to charm everyone over with my accent,” he stares at you for a moment before speaking again. “Well, I better finish getting situated. It’s fifteen til, and I reckon the children will be arriving soon, yeah?” He asks. You nod.

“Best to be waiting at parent drop-off too, there are always a few parents that are just as nervous as their babies, if not more, and could use a quick pep talk.”

“Thanks for lettin’ me know. I was thinking about standing out there anyway, just to make a good first impression.” You take another bite of your donut, giving him a thumbs up.

“You’ve got this, Harry. I know you’re not completely clueless since you’ve taught before, but I know the first day can be a little intimidating. You know where I am if you need anything.” He gives you a grateful smile, quietly thanking you before turning to walk out the door. You’re left thinking about your new coworker, only being pulled from your thoughts of him when the first bell rings.

“Good morning everyone, my name is Miss Y/L/N. Are you all excited to get this school year started?” A chorus of high-pitched yeses fills the room, and you smile warmly at your class. “I’m so excited that you’re all here! I have a little surprise for each of you!” You grab the box of donuts and walk back to the rug in the center of the room that the children usually sat on for storytime. Little gasps fill your ears, and they all say, “Donuts!” and “Yummy!”. You smile at the kids again, already feeling overwhelmed with how adorable they were.

“We all get a donut?” one little girl asks, her eyes wide. You nod at her.

“Of course! Everyone will get a donut, sweetie.” You move to get the plastic food gloves you kept so you can safely hand out a donut to everyone. “Okay guys, I’m going to pass a stack of napkins around the room. Take one and pass the stack to the person sitting next to you. Does that make sense?” All the students nod their heads in confirmation, so you grab a stack and hand them to the child sitting closest to you. “Once the last person has their napkin, let me know, and then it’ll be donut time!” You say this over-enthusiastically, and the children squirm in their seats in excitement.

As you go around handing out donuts to each of your students, you learn their names and ask them to tell you one fun fact about them. Most children say things like, “I have a brother/sister!” or “I can run really fast!”, and you find it absolutely adorable. One thing you loved the most about teaching five-year-olds was their ability to think everything was cool. It was comforting to know that no matter what you did, they’d find you cool, and your first-day jitters quickly dissipated. As the children eat their donuts, you read them a story, putting on different voices for all the various characters. You show them how to raise their hand when they have something they’d like to share and remind them to use their “listening ears” when you or one of their classmates are speaking.

When it’s time for recess, you show them how to line up quietly at the door, and assign a line leader and a hall monitor. You remind the children that they will all get a turn at these tasks eventually because it’ll switch every week, and not to worry. As you’re walking down the hall backward (one of your teachers walks that you’d finally perfected), you hear Harry’s voice.

“Okay Room Ten, we’re gonna go out to the playground now, where you all will get to play every recess and lunch. That sounds like fun, doesn’t it?” He asks them, and you hear little voices chattering out to him in excitement. You can’t help but peek into his classroom as you walked by, as his door was open. He didn’t see you because he was busy organizing his class into a straight line, so you keep going. Your class, who, much to your surprise, was walking very quietly, got loud once they saw the Kindergarten play area had a slide and monkey bars.

“We get to play on this?” one of your students, Destiny, questions.

“Yup! This is a pretty cool play area, isn’t it?” They nod and stare at you, waiting for direction. “Oh, you can all go play and run around, get some of that energy out. When the bell rings, though, I want you to listen to the yard teachers because they’re gonna help get you all lined back up so we can go back inside. Deal?” The children give you nods and thumbs up, and you grin at them, telling them to have fun and be nice to one another. As you’re turning to go to the teacher’s lounge to refill your mug of coffee, you see Harry walking down the hallway with his class, and decide to wait for him. He gives his class the same spiel you gave yours and tells them to “Treat each other with kindness” before noticing you waiting for him.

“Hey,” he gives you a grin, looking far more relaxed than he did when you saw him earlier that morning. “How’s it going so far?”

“It’s great,” you reply, leading him in the direction of the teacher’s lounge. “They’re all adorable.”

“Yeah, don’t know what I was so nervous fo’. They’re great. Also, you’re right,” Harry has an amused look on his face. “The first thirty minutes of ’em bein’ there was just them askin’ me to say things because they think I sound funny.”

“I told you!” you exclaim, laughing at him. “A British accent is definitely not something we hear every day, not here at least.”

“I figured,” he replies, and silence falls between you. “Where are we going, by the way?”

You stop in front of a blue door and sift through the keys on your lanyard, finally finding the one you were looking for. “Teacher’s lounge. Have you had the chance to check it out yet?” He shakes his head, and you pull open the door after having unlocked it. “After you.” He shakes his head and steps back, signaling you go ahead of him. You quirk an eyebrow at him, and he gives you a defensive look.

“What? ‘M a gentleman. Ladies first,” he insists, holding the door open. You walk inside the room, trying to refrain from rolling your eyes. There aren’t many teachers in the lounge. You figure they all must be in their classrooms, trying to do some last-minute organization and lesson planning amidst the first day of school chaos. However, a few colleagues that you’re rather fond of are in the room, so you take it upon yourself to introduce them to Harry.

“Hello everyone, I hope you’re all having a relaxing morning!” They chuckle lightly at your sarcasm. “I’d like you all to meet Mr. Harry Styles. He’s the new Kindergarten teacher that took Mrs. Brown’s place.” A look of realization washes over all three teachers’ faces, and they warmly greet him. Harry goes around, shaking each of their hands, voice dripping with charm.

“Lovely to meet you all. Looking forward to collaborating,” he tells them quietly. They begin engaging in polite conversation, so you leave Harry’s side, walking over to the coffee station to get what you came for before recess was over. He joins you shortly after, grabbing a disposable cup. “They were a nice bunch.” He mutters, pouring the steaming coffee into his cup. You hum in agreement.

“Everyone here is nice. The lounge is usually much more crowded than this. Everyone else must be in their rooms,” you flick your wrist up to check the time. “We got some time to sit down and breathe for a bit if you’d like? Unless you wanted to get back to your room.”

“‘M in no rush, trust me,” he tells you, flashing you a small smile. “Let’s take a seat.” Harry walks over to an unoccupied couch and sits down slowly, taking care not to spill his coffee.

“You didn’t want a lid?” you question when you see him struggling. He shrugs.

“Not necessary. Jus’ some extra plastic,” you hum and look down at your lap. You were quickly learning that Harry was not a big talker, and he liked to get his point across in as few words as possible. Him being a Kindergarten teacher contradicted heavily with his rather bashful demeanor, but that just made him all the more endearing to you.

“Do you live nearby, or is your commute long?” you ask him after a few moments of silence. As soon as you ask the question, you internally cringe, feeling like it was too invasive. If Harry thought the question was weird, he doesn’t show it.

“I live in town. I actually walked here today, believe it or not,” he tells you with a chuckle. “Was such a beautiful morning that I figured I should.” Every time you think Harry can’t possibly get any more captivating, he does, and you find yourself biting back a smile.

“How long is your walk?” You cross your legs and then uncross them, a nervous habit that you had. Harry takes a sip of coffee, mulling your question over.

“I’d say it took me about twenty minutes. I was walkin’ at a pretty leisurely pace, though,” Harry shrugs. “How about you? Do you live nearby?”

“I also live in town, but I’m way too lazy to walk, so props to you,” you smile. “The best thing about living around here is seeing your kids out in public. It’s the cutest thing.” Harry smiles, not saying anything else. A silence falls over the two of you again but instead of feeling the need to fill it, you just sit beside him, drinking your coffee. Your mind wanders off to what you were going to do for the rest of the school day, if you had enough groceries in your apartment for dinner or if you should go grocery shopping after work, and if you remembered to pay your bills on time. The bell rings to signify the end of recess, and you jump slightly.

“Ready to go back?” Harry asks, standing up and walking back over to the coffee station. “Think’m gonna get a bit more.” You go to stand by the door, waiting for him to pour another cup of coffee. He quickly rejoins you, and the coffee sloshes a bit, some getting on his hand, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Hope those lil’ buggers got some of their energy out.”

“Right! Mine was even more hyper than they probably would’ve been ’cause I gave them those donuts this morning,” you laugh. “So, for my sake, I hope so too.” When you and Harry arrive back at the Kindergarten play area, your classes are already lined up quietly awaiting instruction, thanks to the yard teachers. You and Harry both thank them and move to stand in front of your kids.

“Miss Y/L/N,” one of your children calls out from the back of the line. “Can we get more donuts when we go back inside?” You see Harry smile out of the corner of your eye as he’s giving instruction to his class.

“There are no more donuts, you guys ate them all! I have something even cooler than donuts planned for us, though, okay? Now, remember what I told you all about walking quietly, right? Mr. Line Leader, how does your line look? Do you think we’re all set to go back inside?” The child you appointed line leader turns around to look at everyone, occasionally shushing some people. After a few moments, he turns back to you, giving you a thumbs up.

Harry moves to stand beside you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Wanna eat lunch together and do some planning? I feel like it would be a good idea for us to be teachin’ the same things, more or less.” Your body feels warm all over, and you just look at him and nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Harry smiles and places a hand on your shoulder. At a normal volume, he says, “See you then, Miss Y/L/N.”

Upon entering Harry’s room, you’re immediately met with the scent of vanilla and the loud hum of the air conditioning. It was bright, adorably decorated, and surprisingly decluttered. It was the polar opposite of your room, and you found it very welcoming and comforting. “Nice set-up you’ve got going on in here,” you tell him. He jumps in his seat at his desk, not having heard you come in.

“Fucks sake,” he mumbles, face going red. “You scared me. Thanks, though. My sister helped me decorate, I don’t really have an eye for this type of stuff.” He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly.

“Well, if you ever need any help decorating for back to school and your sister isn’t around, I’d be more than happy to help.” Harry smiles and suddenly gets up from his chair, offering it to you.

“Please, take my seat. I’ll just sit in one of the kids’ chairs,” he rolls it towards you, and you shake your head, about to object, but he interrupts you. “It’s okay, Y/N. Their chairs aren’t that bad.” You take the seat Harry was just in, mumbling a quiet thank you. He hums and pulls a tiny chair up beside you, legs scraping loudly across the floor. When he sits down in it, you can’t but burst out laughing.

“Harry, that chair is so tiny! Are you sure you don’t want me to sit there instead? You look so uncomfortable,” you tell him in between laughs. “This is your classroom, after all, I’m just a guest.” Harry shakes his head, cheeks flushed.

“It’s okay, Y/N, really. ‘M perfectly comfortable in this lil’ miniature chair,” he looks at the lunch bag you sat on his desk. “What’s for lunch?” You reach for your sack and unzip it, pulling out a pre-packaged salad from Trader Joe’s.

“I’m very lazy when it comes to packing my lunches,” you admit sheepishly, pulling out a fork. “How about you? Did you eat already?”

“Oh yeah, I had a green smoothie. Not a big lunch guy,” he replies calmly. “Wanna get started with planning? I think we only have about thirty minutes left.” He looks down at his watch to confirm the time. Harry opens his planner, and you see pages filled with his neat, blocky scrawl. He jumps right into talking about the ideas he had in mind, excitement filling his voice that you haven’t yet heard.

The passion and enthusiasm he has for teaching are evident through the way he tells you about the activities he has planned, new materials and teaching methods he wants to try implementing, and things he’s tried before that didn’t work out the way he wanted them to. He asks you for your advice and listens intently when you speak, jotting down notes.

You find yourself having to mentally remind yourself not to stare at him. He was a handsome man– there was no denying that. He had curly brown hair, soft and wild-looking, the most beautiful green eyes you’d ever seen, and arms covered in tattoos. You also noticed he had the tiniest cross on his left hand. You wanted to ask him about it, but you figured that was a conversation for another time.

“Y/N? Did you hear what I just said,” Harry asks, giving you a concerned look. “Are you alright? I think you just zoned out for a couple minutes or somethin’.” You nod quickly, feeling your palms growing sweaty.

“Oh yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about something I have to do later. What did you just say?” You play off how you were just wholly drooling over your new coworker, feeling scrutinized under his piercing gaze.

“Jus’ got an email from the principal. Said we have a faculty meetin’ after school at three. Wanna go together?” He asks. You know Harry’s asking you to accompany him primarily because you’re the only person he really knows so far. However, it still makes you feel warm and special. “He said we’re gonna go over some planning for the Fall Festival. What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s just the back-to-school festival. It’s adorable,” you explain. “It’s like a mini carnival that we have right here on the playground. Every year they have teachers host booths. It’s a great way to get to meet your kids’ parents and bond with the other faculty.” Harry nods, standing up from the tiny chair right as the bell signifying the end of lunch rings.

“That sounds lovely,” he chirps, smiling down at you. “We’re gonna have the best booth out of everyone Y/N, trust me.” He jokes, the corner of his eyes crinkling. This was the most Harry had talked since you met him that morning and you were enjoying witnessing him open up to you more and more with each conversation shared.

“It is,” you stand up as well, gathering your trash and empty lunch pail. “Thanks for having me, Harry. Next time we can meet in my room. I wouldn’t mind making this a daily thing.” As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you physically wince, figuring Harry had to think you were obsessed with him at this point. He looks down, the corners of his mouth upturned when he makes eye contact with you again.

“I’d like that, Y/N. I’ll actually start bringin’ a proper lunch, so you’re not the only one eating,” you smile. “I’ll meet you in your room after school?” You nod in confirmation, walking out the door in front of him.

“See ya later.”

“Did everyone have a good day today?” You ask your class, walking backward to the dismissal gate. You’re met with a chorus of cheerful sounding ‘yeses,’ and you place your hand over your heart in a dramatic fashion. “That makes me so happy, everyone! You’re all incredible little people, and I think we’re gonna have a fantastic year. What do you guys think?” The children chatter excitedly, glad to have made it through their first day of school and see their parents on the other side of the gate eagerly awaiting them, cell phones snapping pictures.

Harry’s already at the gate, waiting for the bell to ring so he can dismiss his class. He’s walking down the line asking each of the children if they see who they’re supposed to go home with, crouching down to their height so they can point them out to him. Some children in his class look a little upset because they don’t see their parents yet. Harry quickly consoles them, telling them they can all play a fun game together while they wait for their ‘Mummies and Daddies.’

You do the same with your kids, and by the time the bell rings and you finish dismissing the ones who saw someone there to pick them up, there was one child from your class who was still waiting and two from Harry’s. He walks over to you, one of their tiny hands in each of his. The boy looks unbothered, but the girl was beginning to cry.

“Hey, Ava, should we ask Miss Y/L/N and her friend if they want to play iSpy with us? The more, the merrier, isn’t that right?” He looks down at her, and she nods, looking down. You figure she’s one of his more shy students he was telling you about earlier.

“Hi, sweetie! I’m Miss Y/L/N, are you waiting for your mom or dad?” She nods, biting her lip. You turn and gesture to your one student who was waiting as well. “Well, so is she! Don’t worry, they’ll be here.”

“I’m Matthew,” the little boy holding Harry’s other hand informs you, shifting from foot to foot. You give him a big smile.

“Hello, Matthew! I love your Spiderman shirt; he’s just the coolest. Jade, do you want to introduce yourself to Mr. Styles, Ava, and Matthew? Remember when we learned about introductions today in class? When you got to introduce yourself to all your classmates?”

Jade nods, a big, toothy grin on her face. “Hi! My name is Jade, and I am five-years-old but my birthday is September 19th, so I’m actually almost six-years-old,” she tells them matter-of-factly. “It’s very nice to meet you!” She adds, remembering the script you gave them earlier. Harry looks down at her, an impressed look on his face.

“Well, it is very lovely to meet you too, Jade! Do we all know how to play iSpy?” Jade and Matthew shout in excitement, but Ava just grips tighter onto Harry’s hand. He looks down at her again. “Do y’ want Miss Y/L/N and I to show you how to play, Ava?” His voice is very quiet, slow, and soothing. She nods, letting go of his hand.

“Well Ava,” you say, looking around for something to start the game out with. “I would say, “I spy with my little eye something green. Then you, Mr. Styles, Matthew, and Jade, would have to look around and name out everything that’s green. If you name something and it’s not it, then I will tell you nope, and you can try again, but if you figure it out, then you’re the winner! Does that make sense?”

She nods, and you see a gleam of excitement in her eyes. “Can I go first?” She asks quietly. You tell her, yes, and she looks around quickly, trying to find something to say. “I spy with my little eye something blue!” She has a triumphant smile on her face, and even though you immediately know she’s talking about the sky and you’re sure Harry does too, you both decide to take a step back and let the children take the game into their own hands.

“Y’know, that lil’ introduction Jade gave was really somethin’. I didn’t even think about teachin’ my kids that. Think I’ll try that out tomorrow,” Harry whispers, craning his neck slightly to be at your ear. You shiver at the feeling of his warm breath against your skin.

“Yeah, I feel like that’s always a good first day of school activity for them to do. A lot of them have never really been exposed to people outside of their immediate family, so they’re not too sure how to talk to others.” Harry hums, standing back up straight.

“Mr. Styles,” Matthew calls, running over to Harry. “My mommy is here. Can I go now?” Harry nods, telling Matthew to wait for him so he can say hi to his mother. You watch as he walks away, overhearing as he tells the boy’s mother what a great job he did today and how he’s so excited to go through this school year with him in his class. Ten minutes later, Jade and Ava are gone as well, and Harry locks the dismissal gate.

“I forgot how exhausting the first day could be,” he tells you, letting out a quiet sigh. “Ready to go to that meeting, though? It’s just about three.” You check your watch and see the time read at 2:57 PM.

“Yeah, just let me grab my bag, and we can head over there. I’m really hoping this won’t take too long; I was planning on going grocery shopping after this,” you walk down the hall towards your classroom and feel Harry’s gaze on you.

“Where do you like to go grocery shopping?” he asks after a few moments of silence. “I need to pick up some groceries this week, too. ’ve been eatin’ takeout for the past week, and I’m starting to feel like shit.” You laugh, unlocking your door. Harry stands outside, holding it open while you grab your purse and lunch bag.

“Honestly, I don’t have a preference. I switch it up a lot,” you shrug, making sure all the windows are closed before walking out. “Was there something, in particular, you were looking for?”

“Uh,” Harry scratches the back of his head. “No? Maybe you could text me a list of all your favorite stores, though. Jus’ so I won’t forget.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him, ignoring how fast your heart was beating. “Are you asking for my number, Mr. Styles?”

“I guess I am,” he replies nonchalantly. “We’re gonna be workin’ together a lot. Might as well have your number– if that’s okay, I mean.” He looks down at you.

“Yeah, remind me after the meeting,” you tell him, trying your hardest to play it cool. “Don’t let me forget.”

“Trust me, I won’t.”

“So Y/N and Harry, you two will be in charge of the pumpkin decorating booth? Is that right?” The principal looks down at his notes and then shifts his gaze between the both of you. You both nod.

“Yeah, I’m excited! I think it’ll be a lot of fun,” you reply excitedly. “We can go to the craft store and get a bunch of paints, but where do you think the best place to get the pumpkins would be?” You pull out your planner, ready to jot down any suggestions.

“You two could try going to a pumpkin patch? They’re starting to pop-up around town,” one teacher suggests. “I’m sure if you purchased a bunch and told them it was for a school event, we could get some kind of deal.” The rest of the faculty buzzes in agreement.

“Y/N and Harry, could you get to a pumpkin patch sometimes this week and see if they can give us an estimate of how much it would cost? Then I could let the PTA know.” You and Harry confirm that it will be possible to do sometime this week, and the meeting continues on.

By the time you’re finally free to leave the meeting, it’s already growing dark outside. Harry’s hands are shoved in his pockets, and he’s looking down at his feet. “So–”

“Do you want–”

You both stop, laughing awkwardly. “You go first.” you tighten the grip on your purse.

“Uh, I was jus’ gonna ask if I could get your number now. Yanno, so we can plan when we’re gonna go get all the stuff for our booth? And you still gotta tell me what your favorite grocery stores are,” he has a playful look in his eyes. For the thousandth time that day, your hands become clammy. There was just something about every interaction you had with him that made you so nervous.

“Oh yeah,” you answer coolly, digging in your purse for your phone. “Just text your number, so I have it.” You hand him his phone, and he stops dead in his tracks, a look of concentration on his face.

“I can’t walk and be on the phone at the same time,” he mutters when he looks back up and realizes you were watching him the whole time. “I don’t know how people do it.” He hands you back your phone. “What were y’ gonna ask me?”

“I was just um, I was gonna ask if you wanted me to give you a ride home? I mean, since you walked to work today and it’ll be dark soon,” talking to Harry made you feel like a nervous school girl interacting with her first crush, and you hated that feeling.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that–”

“It’s no bother, really,” you cut him off, and you realize you sound a little eager, but at that point, you didn’t even care. “I’m sure we don’t live too far from each other.” Harry looks slightly unsure but nods, and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“If you’re sure, Y/N. I appreciate it, I owe you one,” he’s following behind you to the teacher parking lot. You silently pray your car isn’t messy inside like it usually is as you approach it. You decide to pick up your pace and walk ahead of him, telling yourself if the passenger side was messy, you’d just quickly throw everything in the back. “Heyyyy, why’re you walkin’ so fast? Are you sure you’ve got the time to take me home?” He takes a few big strides and quickly catches up with your hurried, tiny ones.

“Yeah, of course, I have time,” you respond, unlocking your car as you approach it. “If it’s messy, then just ignore it.” you preface, honestly not remembering the state in which you left your car this morning when you walked into work.

“Don’t worry about it. You should see mine,” Harry jokes, and it immediately puts you at ease. As you’re about to open your door, Harry quickly rushes to your side, opening it himself. “Let me.”

His hand rests over yours, and you quickly pull it away, your body heating up. “Harry, I’m already right here. I can open my own car door.”

“I know you can. But I’m a gentle—“

“You’re a gentleman, I know,” you playfully roll your eyes and take a step back, allowing Harry to open your car door all the way. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t flattered and honestly a little bit turned on. He flashes you a smile as you situate yourself behind the wheel of the car and makes sure you’re all the way in before slamming it shut. You see him lightly jog around to the passenger side, and soon enough, he’s beside you, your car immediately starting to smell like his cologne.

“What music do you like to listen to?” Harry asks, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“You ask me a lot of random questions, Harry,” you reply, looking behind you as you slowly back out.

“Is it a crime to wanna get to know my new coworker?” you can hear a smile in his voice. “C’mon. What’s your favorite music to listen to?”

You shrug, looking both ways before exiting the parking lot. “Where do you live?”

“I don’t know my address yet. Just take a left at this light coming up. Favorite music?” Out of the corner of his eye, you see him scrolling through his music library.

“You don’t know your address yet?”

“No. I’ll play something random,” he says, tapping his hand on his knee. “You can take a right at that stop sign up there.” You put on your blinker and glance over your shoulder before switching lanes. Harry quickly pairs his phone with your Bluetooth, and a song you’re unfamiliar with blares through your speakers. Neither one of you says anything else, only speaking to each other when he’s giving you directions to his house, and you’re confirming what he said.

After two more songs, Harry says, “S’right up here.” He’s led you to a beautiful apartment complex— one you were looking at when you were moving out of your parent’s home but just couldn’t afford as a new graduate. You expertly parallel park and then turn the car off, a silence falling between the two of you.

“This is a nice complex,” you tell him after a moment. “Really close to school. I see why you opted to walk to work today.”

“Mhm,” he hums. His seatbelt is still fastened. “I understand if you’re busy, but did you wanna come in?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and he quickly backtracks. “I mean— it’s just— remember the activity you taught your kids today? About introductions? Jus’ wanted to know if you could walk me through it, that’s all.”

“Oh. Well yeah, I can hang out for a bit.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach in the backseat for your purse that you threw haphazardly over your shoulder earlier.

“Will your boyfriend be okay with you coming in, though?” He’s chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“What makes you think I have a boyfriend?” You’re slightly taken aback and oddly flattered that he thought you were in a relationship.

“I dunno,” his face grows red. “You got all weird when I opened doors for ya. Figured you had a boyfriend.”

“I don’t.”

“Cool.” More silence falls, this time an awkward one.

“Should we go inside now?” you unlock the doors, quickly getting out of the car. Harry follows behind you and waits for you to walk onto the sidewalk before going up the walkway.

“How close do you live to me?” Harry asks, punching in his gate code. He pulls the gate open and gestures for you to go ahead of him. You decide not to comment on it this time.

“A couple blocks away. I could probably walk over here if I was in the mood to,” Harry shuts the gate behind you and walks over to the first set of stairs, taking them two at a time. “I was interested in this complex when I was moving out of my parents’ but I settled on something else.” He hums, stopping in front of the first door at the top of the stairs. There’s a brown ‘Welcome!’ mat outside his door, along with a few potted plants.

“Here we are,” he looks over his shoulder as if he’s checking if you’re still there. “Excuse the boxes. ‘M not done unpacking yet.” He pushes open the door and steps in, quickly turning on the light. You’re met with the same sweet scent of vanilla that’s in his classroom. Considering he was in the process of unpacking, his apartment was reasonably tidy.

“It looks good in here,” your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. You were in your coworker’s house that you just met that day, and you could already feel yourself developing a crush on him. There was obviously no way you’d let this relationship progress past anything strictly professional, but that didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to admire his beauty.

“Thanks,” he gives you a smile, relief washing over his face. “You can set your bag down if you want. Take a seat, make yourself at home.” He leaves the room, and you hear him rattling around in the kitchen. “Can I get you anything to drink? Wine? Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee sounds great,” you reply. You set your purse down on his coffee table and sit on the edge of his couch, inspecting his living room closer. There were two books on the table, both flipped upside down as a way to mark his page. There were a few more plants inside, similar to the ones in front of his door. There was a framed picture of him with two beautiful women you assumed to be his mother and sister. Harry comes back into the room a few minutes later, two steaming cups of black coffee in hand.

“Here you are, Miss Y/L/N,” he puts on an exaggerated posh accent, and you giggle.

“Why thank you, Mr. Styles,” you respond in the same voice. “Do you have cream and sugar?”

He wrinkles his nose. “I think I might have sugar. Is oat milk, okay? I don’t have cream.” He goes back to his kitchen to retrieve the items before you can tell him it’s okay, and you’ll just drink it black. You thank him, pouring the tiniest splash of oat milk into your coffee. You can feel his eyes on you as you add a bit of sugar, stir, taste, and then add some more.

“So,” you begin after your coffee is made to your liking. “What did you think about your first day? You can be honest since we’re not on campus anymore.” Harry laughs, looking down at his fingernails.

“Uh,” he starts. You notice he says, ‘uh’ a lot. “It was terrific. Not so sure I would’ve felt the same way if I didn’t have you to help me through it.”

“We’re partners in crime now, Harry. We’re the two Kindergarten teachers, and you’re the only other person there my age? We’ve definitely gotta stick together,” you give him a big smile. He doesn’t smile back but looks a bit troubled instead. You wait for him to speak, coming to accept that long pauses were just a thing when having a conversation with Harry.

“Y’know how I assumed you had a boyfriend earlier? I thought after I’d said that–– rather I hoped after I said that you’d be like,” he clears his throat. “‘Why, no! I don’t have a boyfriend. Do you have a girlfriend?’” He put on the worst American accent you’d ever heard to imitate your voice, causing you to laugh. “To which I would’ve replied with a simple ‘no.’”

Now it’s your turn to leave Harry wondering what you’re thinking for the first time all day. You can feel his eyes on you as you look at his couch cushions, noticing a bit of crumbs that you hadn’t seen before. “Are you flirting with me?”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“You don’t even know me. We just met today.”

“Does that mean I can’t think you’re beautiful?”

You bite your lip, feeling yourself starting to grow a bit turned on by his forwardness. There was a part of you that would risk it all for just one night in bed with Harry because you just found him that attractive. The rational, adult side of you was screaming, ‘Don’t mix business with pleasure!’. By now, you had both moved closer on the couch to one another, knees nearly touching. “I think you’re beautiful, too.” He grins, setting his coffee cup down. You do the same.

“Would it be crazy of me to tell you that I really wanna kiss you right now?” His face is mere inches from yours, so close that you could smell the coffee on his breath. You shake your head.

“No. I really wanna kiss you too.”

“C’ mere, then.”

Harry leans forward a bit more until his lips are ghosting over yours. You pull at the collar of his shirt, bringing his already close body even closer to yours. His lips are softer than they look, and he’s a better kisser than you thought he’d be, too. He brings his hands up to tangle them in your hair, and that’s when you abruptly pull away, not wanting things to go too far. “We shouldn’t…” He looks at you with sad eyes, but he nods, understanding what you mean.

“Probably not the best idea?” his response comes out as more of a question than a statement, but you nod in agreement anyway.

“Definitely not. I’m um–– I’m actually gonna go,” you stand up, slinging your purse over your shoulder. “Thanks for the coffee, Harry. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see––”

You’re out the door, rushing down the stairs before he can even finish his sentence.

The rest of the school week goes on without either one of you mentioning it. It’s a little awkward for a couple of days, but by the time Friday rolls around, both of you decide the best course of action to take regarding the kiss would be to act like it never happened.

You’re in your room at lunch hanging up your kids’ artwork they made during their ‘Free Time’ this morning, having declined Harry’s lunch invitation for the fourth time that week. You decided to pretend to be busy with work so you wouldn’t be too tempted to go into his room. To most people, you’re sure it looked like you were avoiding him–– and maybe you were. However, you were trying to get over this crush on him in the best way that you knew how.

“Need some help?”

You jump, nearly falling backward off the stepstool you were on. “Holy shit, Harry! You scared the hell out of me!” You feel your body getting warm, and you quickly look away, not wanting him to see how flustered you were.

“Sorry, you weren’t answering my texts, so I decided to come see what you were up to,” he walks over to where you were standing and hands you a piece of art, smiling at it before handing it to you. “You’ve got some artists in your class.”

“Mhm,” you hum, not looking him in the eyes. You hear him let out a quiet sigh.

“Still able to go see about getting those pumpkins ordered after work?”

You had completely forgotten that you and Harry decided today would be the day you’d go get the pumpkin situated figured out for your booth. For a second, you consider making an excuse to get out of it, but you decide against it. This was something that both of you were asked to do, not just him, and you didn’t want the fact that you let your attraction to him cloud your judgment getting in the way of your professional responsibilities.

“Yeah, that works.”

He doesn’t say anything, and even though you’re not looking at him, you can see the gears in his head turning. “Should we talk––”

You’re quite literally saved by the bell, the end of lunch interrupting where you knew he was about to lead the conversation. “I’ll see you after school? Did you walk here again? I can drive.” Harry nods slowly.

“Uh, yeah. he replies. “I walked. Uh, ’m gonna go get my kids. See you after school then?”

“Yup!” you respond, fake enthusiasm in your voice. Harry gives you one more look before walking out of your room. You wait until he’s all the way down the hall before following behind him to bring your class back inside. You knew you were the one making things awkward between you and Harry. However, the realistic part of you knew getting involved with your coworker was one of the worst ideas you’d ever had in your life. For now, you’d just tell yourself that you were probably more into Harry than he was into you and pray that would be enough to make you get over your crush.

“I haven’t been to a pumpkin patch since I was a kid.” Harry stuffs his hands farther into his pockets while yours are tightly hugging your chest. You hum, not saying anything. The car ride there was a little awkward, and you were glad it was so short. You could tell there was a lot Harry wanted to say, but you were glad he wasn’t saying it. You keep seeing him glance at you, but you pretend not to notice.

“What size pumpkins should we ask for? Small ones, huh?” Harry nods, looking around in childlike awe. There was a small petting zoo, booths selling warm drinks and kettle corn, and an obscene amount of children.

You walk around together for a moment before encountering a friendly-looking employee who looked like he could help you out. Harry takes over, explaining the situation, and why you need to order one hundred tiny pumpkins. While you’re waiting for the employee to ask the owner if that would even be possible, Harry turns to face you.

“Y/N? Can we talk about what happened on Monday?” you’re about to tell him that you’d rather not, but he continues. “I felt something during that kiss, Y/N. I’m not sure if you felt it too, but I don’t want things to be awkward between us. We have to get through an entire school year working side-by-side, and if you’re not interested, then I respect that one hundred percent, but I just want––”

“So the owner said that is possible!” The employee that was helping you out comes back with a form and clipboard in their hand. “Can you just fill out some information and let us know what time you need it tomorrow? The owner said he could get it delivered and give you guys a discount since you’re ordering so much.”

“That’s great!” you exclaim, taking the form from him. You were glad to have been saved from your conversation with Harry. You quickly go through and fill out everything you can, telling them they can bill your school’s PTA.

The walk back to your car is silent. You’re replaying what Harry was saying to you over in your head, thinking about what he was going to say before he was interrupted. He opens your car door like he’s been doing, but he doesn’t make eye contact with you or say a word as he slides into the passenger seat.

“Y’can just drop me off,” Harry says quietly. He leans your seat back and closes his eyes. You wait to see if he’ll connect his phone, but he doesn’t, so you turn on the radio at a volume so low it almost can’t be heard. It takes everything in you not to speed back to his place. You just wanted him out of your car. You had such strong feelings for him that it physically hurt, and restraining yourself from telling him how you really felt was growing harder and harder.

“We’re here.” your voice is a little hoarse from not saying anything. Harry slowly opens his eyes and unbuckles his seatbelt, opening the door.

“Right. Thanks for the ride. What time do we need to be at school to set up our booth by?”

“Four. I can pick you up if you want?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He closes the door and walks up to his gate without looking back at you once.

“Hi Miss Y/L/N! Hi Mr. Styles!”

Groups of your students had been coming up to you excitedly all evening. It made you happy to see that the Kindergarten classes were no longer divided. They were starting to hang out with one another. Their parents tell you how their children thought it was just the coolest thing to be on school grounds on a Saturday, and how even though it was only a week into the school year, they were having the best time. It was comments like this that made you fall in love with your job all over again.

Things between you and Harry were going well. It wasn’t awkward, but you think it was because you were both too busy helping children paint their pumpkins. You were glad that Harry didn’t take the bit of downtime the two of you had when no one was at your booth trying to talk about the kiss and instead talked about other random things instead. You find out he loves baking (specifically, bread), he has an obsession with old music, and has about fifty tattoos. He talks to his mom on the phone every day, and he is extremely close to his sister. You tell him about your parents’, your undergraduate experience, your hobbies, and you finally tell him what music you like to listen to.

The festival quickly comes to an end, and you find yourself sad once you and Harry are done cleaning up your booth, knowing that you were just going to drop him off at his apartment and go back to yours to spend another Saturday night alone. You get to his complex almost too quickly, and you almost want to keep going and pretend you accidentally missed it just to be with him a bit longer. Instead, you park.

“D’ya wanna come inside?” He blurts out. Even in the darkness of your car, you can tell his face is flushed. “I mean if you haven’t got plans. I know it’s a Saturday night, so I understand if––”

“Nope, I don’t have plans. I’d love to.” Your hands are shaky as you unbuckle your seatbelt. He quickly gets out of your car and runs around to your side, opening the door for you before you can do it yourself. You almost don’t even notice since it was becoming such a habit.

“I picked up this new bottle of wine a couple days ago that’ve been wanting to pop open. Think we deserve a glass or two after such a long week, hmm?” You wordlessly nod, wholly mesmerized with just how good Harry looked after such a long day of work. His curls fell perfectly across his forehead, his eyes were sparkling and full of excitement.

“A glass of wine sounds great,” you reply with a chuckle. “I’m ready to drink a whole bottle by the end of the week if I’m being honest.” Harry laughs, quickly punching in his gate code. You could see his hands shaking a little bit, but you decide not to comment on it. He takes the stairs up to his apartment two at a time like he did last time you were there, but this time there’s an urgency and clumsiness to his actions that you haven’t seen before. He jams the key in his lock, quickly shoving the door open.

His apartment is a little messier than it was when you were in it at the beginning of the week, but it’s nothing disgusting. He runs his fingers through his curls, moving aside papers that were scattered along the length of the couch. “Sorry, I was doin’ some planning. Make yourself comfortable.” He disappears to the kitchen, and moments later, you hear the pop of a wine cork and the smooth sound of him pouring the alcohol into glasses.

He emerges from his kitchen, handing you a generously poured glass of wine. “Thanks, Harry,” you tell him before taking a big sip. It was sweet, and while you usually preferred a more dry wine, it was still delicious.

“Cheers to the end of a successful first week,” he holds up his glass, and you smile, clinking yours with his. “Thanks for helpin’ me get through it, Y/N. Couldn’t have done it without you.” You give him a timid smile.

“Stop, Harry. You’re a great teacher. I can see your kids love you already,” you take another sip of wine. “I kinda do too. I mean–– that came out wrong. I don’t love you, but I do think I like you.” You didn’t know what came over you at that moment, but something told you now was the time to lay it all out on the table with Harry. He sets his glass of wine down, the biggest smile on his face.

“Really? I thought you weren’t interested. Was kinda startin’ to feel like you hate me,” he sounds a little sad. You shake your head.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I’m really into you,” you didn’t even realize how you’d inched your way towards Harry. “I’ve been trying not to think about how we kissed because we shouldn’t, you know? We’re coworkers. I’ve been trying not to think about it all week, though, and I just can’t get you out of my mind.” He stares intensely into your eyes, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he usually does when he’s thinking.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” he finally asks. You’re in the same position as you were last time, being mere inches away from the other’s lips. Only this time, you smell the wine on his breath, not coffee. You nod quickly, and Harry cups your face in his hands, hungrily pressing his lips against yours.

“You can do more than kiss me, actually,” you tell him breathlessly. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

Harry raises an eyebrow, a shocked look on his face. “When you say anything…” he trails off.

“I want you to fuck me, Harry,” you tell him bluntly. “Please. Been wanting that all week.” He licks his lips, looking at you in a way he hasn’t yet before.

“I can definitely do that,” he replies, resting his hand on your thigh. His large hand is dangerously close to your pussy, and you can already feel yourself growing wet. “Let’s get all these clothes off you then, huh?”

You stand up and quickly start removing your clothes. First, your blouse comes off, and that’s quickly followed by your bra. Harry’s leaning back on the couch, arms resting behind his head. “Enjoying the show?” you ask, quickly pulling down your jeans and underwear. You’re completely naked in front of him in thirty seconds flat, and you reckon that’s the fastest you’ve ever undressed for anything.

“Very much so,” he mumbles, palming himself over his khakis. “C’ mere, Y/N.” he pats his lap, and you move to sit in it, now straddling him. He softly presses his lips against yours, the hunger that was there just a moment ago completely dissipated. This was a much more hesitant kiss, more gentle and tender. “You’re really beautiful, Y/N.”

You giggle. “I know. You’ve told me that before.”

“I want you to know how much I mean it.”

“I know you do.”

Harry nods. “Can I have a taste of ya now?” you notice that his accent sounds a bit thicker than usual, voice a tad gruffer. You nod, swallowing thickly. Climbing off Harry, you lay back on the couch, situating yourself, so it’s a little more comfortable. He looks into your eyes, placing his hands on your knees. “Is this okay, Y/N?” You nod again, and he removes his hands.

“What’s wrong?” your voice has a hint of desperation in it, but after a week of extreme sexual tension, you wanted nothing more than to cum by the hands of this man.

“Wanna hear you tell me it’s okay. I don’t wanna do anything you don’t want,” he’s looking down at his hands.

“Harry, I wouldn’t have given you a striptease and laid back on this couch for you if I didn’t want it. I wholeheartedly give you permission to do whatever you want with me––”

That’s enough for him. He roughly pries your legs open, immediately licking a long stripe up your heat. You cry out, not expecting him to get right into it. You look down at him and groan when you see he’s making eye contact with you, a smug look on his face. “How’s tha’, love?” You nod, tangling your hands in his curls.

“Yeah Harry, please,” you moan. Harry sucks harshly at your clit, pulling off loudly, the sound echoing throughout his minimally furnished apartment.

“Please what, pet?” He’s looking you dead in the eyes, a devilish grin on his face while his index finger rubs small circles on your clit. Your chest is heaving up and down quickly as you try to calm your breathing down.

“Please make me cum on your tongue, Harry,” you try pushing his head back down to your cunt, but he doesn’t budge.

“Think I rather like hearin’ you beg like this fo’ me. Enjoyin’ watching you squirm like tha’, love.” Just as your about to beg for him some more to feed his inflated ego, he attaches his lips to your clit once more, this time adding his ring finger into your tight pussy. “You’re tight. Sure you’ll be able to take my cock?” His voice is muffled, and you just barely make out what he says.

You clench around his finger, and he laughs, the vibrations sending a new sensation across your clit. “Y’like thinkin’ about my cock, hmm?”

“Yeah, want you in me,” you beg, lifting your hips up. He grips onto your hips tightly, keeping you in place.

“Can feel yeh gettin’ ready for me, darlin’. Think you can take another one?” You nod, and Harry gently places kitten licks on your swollen clit while he slowly pushes his middle finger into you. You feel full in a way you haven’t felt in such a long time, and he only had two fingers in you. Once he pumps his fingers in and out of you a few times, he goes back to harshly sucking on his clit, moaning every so often so you can feel the vibrations against your cunt.

“Fuck,” you’re moaning loudly, and you pray Harry’s neighbors don’t hear you, knowing how thin apartment walls were.

“So fuckin’ wet for me, doll,” he mutters, adding another finger inside you. The burn feels amazing, and you place your hand on his wrist, urging him to go faster. “Gonna cum in my mouth, hmm? Gonna let me feel ya around m’ fingers?”

“Yes, please, Harry,” you feel yourself nearly there, your orgasm threatening to overtake you at any moment.

“Give it to me then, Y/N. Cum for me,” he demands. As soon as he says those three words, you’re done for, your body going tense as waves of pleasure roll throughout your body. He doesn’t remove his digits from the your cunt until you’re coming down from your high, placing a kiss to your clit. He laughs as you shudder at the overstimulation. Harry places his three fingers that were just inside of you and his mouth and sucks on them, not once breaking eye contact with you.

“That was really good,” you tell him, crawling on your knees towards him to place a kiss on the underside of his jaw—Harry’s beaming, a triumphant look on his face.

“Not yet. Gotta make y’ cum one more time. I’m a gentleman, after all.” You know he’s messing with you but also serious, so you lean back on the couch, opening your legs once again.

“Are you gonna take off your clothes too? Why am I the only one that’s naked?” Harry laughs, and you hear the clanking of his belt as he undoes it.

“You’re impatient, aren’t ya?” you nod, and he pulls down his tenting khakis and tight boxers. His cock springs up, slightly touching his stomach, and he hisses at the feeling. “Hold on a sec.” He gets up quickly, and you hear him hurry to what you assume in the bathroom, rummaging around. He comes back a minute later with a box of condoms, making you laugh.

“Is that a new box of condoms? Have you been holding onto those all week, Mr. Styles?” Harry rolls his eyes and opens the box, ripping open a condom expertly with his teeth.

“Weren’t you just the one beggin’ for me, pet? I’d watch it if I were you,” he jokes, rolling the condom onto his hard length. He leans down to place wet, opened mouth kisses to your breasts. “So beautiful.”

“Are you gonna take off your shirt?” you ask quietly. “I kinda wanna see all your tattoos.” Harry raises an eyebrow at you but unbuttons his shirt nevertheless, throwing it into the mess of clothes scattered around the living room. You reach your hand up, shakily tracing the swallows on his chest, moving down to the butterfly across his stomach and finally to the ferns on his abdomen. Harry’s staring down at you, watching as you delicately touch his skin. “You have so many.” you finally say. He nods.

“Yeah. Some of them I just got for the hell of it. Felt like after I got that first tattoo, it was hard to stop.” He caresses the skin on your thighs, and you shudder again. “Gonna let me get inside that pretty lil’ cunt now?”

“Please.”

Harry aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes into you, sharply inhaling as you clench around his length. “Relax, Y/N.’ve got ya,” he tells you reassuringly. “Can’t get inside ya if you’re all tense like tha’.” You can tell Harry’s trying his hardest not to absolutely wreck you, the vein in his forehead very prominent from clenching his jaw so tightly. You grip tightly onto his bicep, biting your lip as you adjust to his size. You were so wet and indescribably turned on that you felt every vein his thick cock had to offer, and you knew you wouldn’t last long once he started moving. By the looks of it, Harry wouldn’t either.

“You can move,” you tell him, squeezing your eyes shut. Harry slowly pulls out of you and then ever so gently sinks back inside you, bottoming out. He lets out a breathy moan, moving one of his hands up to tweak your nipples. “Harder, Harry, fuck.”

He immediately pulls out of you and slams back inside, the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass echoing in the room. You scream in pleasure, no longer caring if his neighbors hear what you two were doing.

“Like tha’?” He asks cheekily, working up a steady rhythm. You nod, gripping your boobs to keep them from bouncing. Harry shakes his head, forcefully removing your hands. “Nope, none of that. Wanna see ’em.” He takes both of your hands in one of his, pinning them up over your head. His other hand reaches in between your bodies to rub at your clit, and before you have time to warn him, you’re cumming again, squirting all over his cock.

Harry throws his head back in pleasure, his thrusts getting sloppy and frantic, and you know he’s seconds away from his own orgasm. You spur him on, telling him how badly you wanted him to come inside of you (even though he was wearing a condom). He stills moments later, shaking above you as he holds himself up with an arm, not wanting to collapse on top of you.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N. Why did we wait a whole week to do this again?”

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