I legit just wrote this like two hours ago no joke xD

It's pastel!Tom and punk!Jordan (did I do it right?) in high school, and Toms got an obsession with comic book heroes in stretchy spandex :3

Enjoy!

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"Hey."

Saying I jumped from fright was an understatement. I practically had a stroke when I heard a sudden voice speak directly into my ear and scare me out of my wits. My journal tumbled out of my hands, the fluffy pink unicorn pen along with it, and I quickly rushed down to get it before the stranger who decided to talk to me could truly realize what a clutz I was.

Though when I saw two other hands, black leather cuffed and silver ringed hands, pick them up before I could, I was even more shocked. Who in gods name would talk to me in this school (especially someone who wears fall out boy wrist cuffs), let alone take the time to do a nice gesture for me? The rough hands held out the book and pen for me to reach and I quickly snatched them away, only to hide them both underneath the purple rain coat beside me on the bleachers. The boy snickered, and I finally took the time to look up and see just who the heck he was.

Hot. It was the first word that popped into my head, no, the first word that was screamed inside my head. He was hot, Tony Stark hot, with jet black hair and deep brown eyes with the most set jaw to frame his perfect face even more perfectly. The leather jacket hugged around his batman t-shirt like a glove, and the black skinny jeans with the matching converse were just too much on my poor little heart. I held in my urges to sigh dreamily and instead cleared my throat to blurt out a polite greeting.

"Hi. D-Do you need something?"

He just kind of stared for a moment, scanning my appearance and then studying my face like it was a text book, before letting his eyes wander down to the basketball game happening below us. "Um, I just...wanted to say hey. And nice pen by the way, it...matches your sweater really well."

I tugged on my soft pink sweater sleeves absentmindedly as I studied him for myself. He's nervous for some reason. I mean I'm nervous too, but only because one of the hottest boys I've ever seen is talking to me and not calling me gay boy or cream puff or pixie. He complimented my pen and my sweater. Is this a dream? Will I wake up soon in my Iron Man pajamas, drenched in sweat with my heart fluttering like crazy, how it is now?

"Thank you," I replied quietly. "I-I like your cuff. It goes nice with...um, everything that you're wearing." Ugh, I am so bad at speaking to people. Usually the only time anyone ever talks to me is when they're insulting me or asking about my art work, the super heroes I like to draw in my journal during class when the teacher is droning on and on about things I'll probably never use in life.

The boy smiled, looking down to fiddle with the cuff like I had when he'd complimented my sweater. "Yeah..." He mumbled.

"Y-You do know I'm gay, right? I just want you to know, so you don't...so nothing happens to your image. People could get the wrong idea and take it out on you." And this is the part where he runs away, runs to back to his herd of fellow hot guys to talk trash and point and laugh at me. This is something that's happened more than a few times in the past, and I really expect nothing more than that to happen right now. He's too hot. He can't be interested in me at all, unless he's content on embarrassing me.

But he just turned back to look at me and frowned. "What has being gay got to do with anything?"

I flushed. "Um. I dunno. People treat me differently and I was just warning-"

"Who?" He demanded suddenly, eyes filling with an anger I hadn't even known was the there, and I was positively touched that it was for me. "Who treats you differently?"

"Nobody...I have to go." I quickly made a grab for my stuff and stood, but the boy stood too and he grabbed my sleeved hand before I could go.

"No, I-I just want to talk for a little while. I'm sorry if I scared you, but I really just want to talk. Can we talk?"

I looked down at our connected hands, my cheeks burning with something I'd hardly felt before.

"Why do you want to talk to me?" I asked meekly, eyeing the exit of the gym with slight anxiousness. "Nobody ever wants to talk to me."

"Well I do, and everyone else can fuck off."
I couldn't help but flinch. I don't like curse words all that much. He seemed to catch on quickly and hurriedly spat out an apology. "Sorry! Sorry, my bad. Uh, what's your name?" He sat down with his hand still holding my wrist, and I didn't really have a choice but to sit back down as well.

"Tom. And yours?" I've never seen him around school before, but then again this place is pretty big and it has lots of people in it.

His smile returned at my answer. "Jordan."

"Jordan," I repeated softly. It was a cute name. "I've never seen you around before."

He tensed a little at that. "Yeah...I um, I got suspended at the beginning of first year and I just got back. You know when I first got here, it wasn't a homophobic box full of idiots like it is now. Can't believe how much this place has went to the dogs."

That's because nobody here was gay when I first came along. And then I discovered myself, redesigned myself, and showed off my new self to my friends. They didn't like it. I haven't spoken to them in awhile.

"Can I ask what you got suspended for?"

He nodded. "Got in a fight with some douche who thought I'd be great to pick on. Guess I went a little overboard when I shoved a pencil up the jerk's nose."

A giggle escaped past my lips at the image. It was violent, but funny to me for some reason. Jordan laughed a little too. "You've got a cute giggle there. I like it."

"Thank you." I bit down on my lip to contain the large smile that threatened to break out on my lips. Is he flirting? Should I flirt back?

"Skirts pretty cute too..." He muttered, eyes flickering down to my flower skirt. "You're just a cutie, aren't you?" He asked playfully. By this point my cheeks were as good as scarlet. I angled my head back towards the game to distract myself from the compliments. He called me cutie. He called me cutie.

"I really have to go soon." I can't miss the Iron Man marathon tonight, even if a cute boy who looks exactly like iron man is sitting beside of me and giving me the best compliments I've received in years.

"Why? I mean, what are you doing?" He tightened his hold on my wrist slightly, even allowing his own hand to slip down and intertwine with mine. I'm going to melt on these bleachers. He doesn't want me to go.

"There's this...marathon on TV later. I don't wanna miss it..." That sounds so kiddish. Blowing someone off for a movie marathon. He must think I'm so immature, to choose a marathon over him.

"What kind? Something to do with super heroes, right?"

"Yeah! Um, yeah...it's an iron man marathon. How'd you know about the super hero thing?"

"Well you were doodling a hot guy in spandex earlier, so I just sort of guessed. That's your thing, right? Super heroes?"

"If thing you mean my entire life, then yes it's my thing." I giggled again, and he laughed along with it.

"You uh...I know it sounds cheesy as hell, but Deadpools coming out this weekend and since you like hot guys in spandex like I do, I was thinking you could come along with me. Maybe wear one of those cute skirts too?"

"Like a date?" I blurted out.

He grinned. "Yeah. Like a date. And if you're up to it, I've got a plasma at my place that would go really well with an iron man marathon. I've got a lot of snacks too."

He just asked me to come back to his place. What do I say? I mean it's not like my parents would care, it's Friday and usually I'm out by myself at the ice cream parlor on Friday (except of course when there's a certain movie marathon on) and they never really worry when I get home at five in the morning filled with sadness and smelling of cookie dough ice cream.

This Friday I will not be spending alone.

I took in a deep breath and allowed myself to set down some boundaries. "I leave your place no later than two in the morning unless I say otherwise. You can't tell anyone about this through any means of communication. No pictures and no videos. Okay?"

"Damn, are you a celebrity?" He joked, but I could see the excitement that lit up in his eyes. He's excited about spending time with me. Oh my gosh.

"No, I'm someone who has been embarrassed and tricked by mean people too many times to fall for anything else."

His eyebrows scrunched up again. "Not anymore. I'll fuck up anyone who tries anything with you. You tell me if anybody tries to hurt you from now on, alright? I'll make them stop real fast."

"But not with force, okay?"

"...unless it's off school grounds?"

"Fine. But nothing that can cause you to get a felony." I stood again, and he let my hand fall to my side while he stood as well, only to grab my rain coat, journal, and pen for me.

"I'm good with that. Another thing Tommy, what's your limits to first dates? You allow some hand holding and hugging, or nah?"

I smiled coyly, taking my stuff from his hands and turning my back to him while I gracefully stepped down the bleachers. "I'll allow it."

From beside me, I saw him pump a fist in the air. "Yes! Oh, and what about this?"

"What about what?" I asked when I finally reached the gym floor. I let out a small gasp when an arm curled around my waist and pulled me close to a body, and my heart exploded in my chest when I felt something small and soft touch my cheek. He kissed my cheek. In front of all these people, he's holding me and he kissed my cheek.

"Sorry cutie, I'm way too eager for this. Do you know how long I've been staring at you for the last week? Winning a fight is easier than trying to figure out how to get you." He walked me to the exit without a single glance back towards the people who were staring us down, and after a moment of thought, I decided not to look back either.

"What makes you think you've got me?" I replied sassily as he held the door open for me. The night air was chilly against my skin, and I suddenly sort of regretted wearing the skirt. But then I remembered how much Jordan seemed to like it, and I thought differently. We weren't even in the parking lot yet before he practically sweeped me off my feet and caused me to let out a loud and embarrassing squeak. "Jordan!"

He just chuckled and kept on carrying me bridal style across the school parking lot. "I'll be your super hero, baby," he said smoothly, smiling down at me in the most affectionate way possible. I swooned. I actually swooned, the noise was embarrassing and Jordan had no trouble laughing at it. "If I wear spandex and a cape from now on, you think you could make that noise more often for me?"

"God yes," I muttered, throwing my arms around his neck and meaning my head on his shoulder. My own personal super hero. I'm surprised I haven't fainted yet. My heart hasn't went this fast since the last iron man movie came out.

"Don't drop your stuff Pepper Pots, I'd hate to ruin this moment because of a falling unicorn pen." He was jogging now, and if he was jogging to the car I thought he was jogging to, then seriously this boy has no imperfections. His car was just as perfect as he was.

"Ugh, don't compare me to her. Red hair does not look good on me." I prefer blue, like how my hair is now. It's light and it seems to go with everything I wear.

"You're hotter than Pepper, Tommy. I can promise you that."

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I know I said two o'clock, but honestly when there's a boy role playing sexually as iron man with you, then you forget about time and really everything else in existence. When he whispered out another famous line of Tony Stark and gave my bum another soft squeeze, I decided the heck with limits, and hurried off of his black leather couch to grab his arm and pull him off towards the room that I assumed was his. When we got to the white door, the one that had the big bold letters JM, Jordan stopped me with a hand around my waist and pulled me close to whisper in my ear. "You sure?"

I nodded, smiling up at him and pecking his lips with a kiss. "Positive."

"Alright. But you're about to see my obsession."

"Obsession?"

He didn't answer, but simply twisted the doorknob and pushed on the wood.

What the door revealed was this: a boy truly and whole heartedly obsessed with super heroes and fall out boy. Posters covered every square inch of the wall, and what wasn't a poster was some sort of wall decoration that involved his obsession. His carpets were bright red with comic symbols on it and his ceiling was pitch black with a huge white FOB symbol painted on. His bed sheets were comic strips of Wonder Woman and his pillows were superman themed, and don't get me started on the figurines that decorated his dresser and shelves. It was every thing in between Superman to Deadpool to Pete Wentz, and just the sight of it made my chest swell with jealousy. His room is better than mine.

"Er, if you've changed your mind then I underst-" He didn't get to finish before I was yanking him by the collar onto the bed sheets and onto me. He let out a breathy chuckle while I started pressing kisses all along his neck. "Damn, you love this shit just as much as me, don't you?"

I pulled away and stared him in the eyes. "This shit is my entire life." It felt strange and endearing to curse. "I'm not joking. I have the same bed sheets and carpet as you."

"Holy hell," he murmured, catching my lips with his for the fourth time tonight. "Mmh, Tommy?"

"Hm?"

"Is it possible to fall in love with someone in less than five hours?"

"Yes." Because I've fallen in love with you in less than five hours. I've only known you for half a day, and I already can't imagine living without you.

"Then I'm in love. You're the greatest person I've ever met and you've got the cutest ass I've ever seen. Be my boyfriend?"

"Yesss~" I answered immediately after. He celebrated this victory by grabbing a remote from his night table and pressing a button that turned on the speakers I had no idea existed, and I felt like dying right then and there when the first song and my favorite song from the Iron Man Two soundtrack began playing in my ears as Jordan continued our make out session.

And that's how I met my super hero and soulmate, the Tony Stark look-alike named Jordan Maron. Swoon.
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I've only watched the iron man movies once and I FELL IN LOVE and now I'm sort of in love with super heroes :3 I think I'm gonna go see Deadpool this weekend with a friend and hopefully it'll be good! Tell me if I got any info wrong in this one shot and I'll change it, otherwise goodnight or good day wherever you are! I love you and thank you for reading <3

- Lee