#like going on down to some date at the soda parlor? what were they thinking?????

[faultyconscience]

real talk they put emma in some of the most ridiculous outfits while w/hook. like the weird 50s lookin little dress? what the fuck was that??

[thealtoduck]

Well, fuck me… on a magic altar

Garfield Logan x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, bottom!Reader, top!Gar, anal sex, virgininty loss, missionary position, magic sex ritual, unprotected sex, friends with benefits (… kinda)…

Part 1 & Part 2…

Summary: Rachel needs your and Gar’s help to seal away a demon but the process of doing it is rather heated…

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You were working your regular shift in Madame Xanadu’s parlor, it was only 2 hours left until closing. There wasn’t a lot of business that day so you sat behind the reception reading a magazine. The bell over the door rang making you look up as Rachel and Gar came over towards you.

”Hey guys, what’s up?” you said casually, closing your magazine. Rachel looked awkwardly towards Gar for help but Gar looked just as lost on what to do. ”Y/n, uhm- there is no way to make this easy so i’m just gonna say it” Rachel warned.

”Y/n, i need you to have sex with Gar” Rachel blurted out.

”Get out of my parlor! What kind of establishment do you think we’re running here?” you stated shocked.

”Y/n, you don’t understand, i need you and Gar to have sex on a magic altar to seal away a demon” Rachel tried.

”I’m sorry, what did you just say…?” you asked still just as confused.

”Okay, Y/n, listen! There is this magic evil demon who was sealed away in a magic prison 5000 years ago in a magic temple. Every 100 years you need to do a ritual to keep him locked in, the ritual includes having virgin get their virginty taken on the altar inside the magic temple, that’s why we need you” Rachel explained fully.

You turned to Gar and said seriously ”Bro… you told her i’m a virgin… not cool”. ”Sorry, it was urgent” Gar apologised. ”Y/n focus! Are you in or not?” Rachel questioned in a panic, banging her fist down on the counter. ”Will you at least buy me dinner first?” you asked. Rachel looked like she was about to kill you before Gar cut in saying ”Of course we will”.

”Okay sick, let’s go” you said and picked up your jacket. You then walked in to Madame Xanadu’s fortune telling room, where she was shuffling a deck of cards with magic and said ”Hey, Madame Xanadu?”. ”Yes, dear?” she said looking up from her cards.

”I’m gonna have to leave early, Rachel and Gar are taking me to somekind of temple so Gar can can take my virginity to keep a demon imprisoned” you explained. Madame Xanadu didn’t flinch at the statement, only uttering a small ”Has it already been a hundered years, huh? Wow, time flies”. Before saying a quick ”Alright have fun”.

The three of you left stopping at a fast food place to get you and Gar some food. You three then made your way in to an alley where Rachel opened a portal that you all went through. On the other side you stepped out to a magnificent stone temple.

Intricate carvings were all along the walls and pillars. Torches were spread along the walls, tons of candles had been lit around the big stone altar table which was waiting for you and Gar. ”There’s the altar, when you’re ready just get up on it and do your thing” Rachel explained drawing a chalk circle around it.

”I guess i’ll just leave you to it then, good luck” Rachel said and re-opened the portal and went through, once it closed you and Gar were left alone. It didn’t hit you how awkward the whole thing was until now, when Rachel was there it had felt like you were doing your part in saving the world.

Now that it was just you and Gar the whole thing felt a lot more personal. Sure, you and Gar had been flirty and had cuddled a little in the past but you weren’t boyfriends or even dating. The two of you sat down on the temple floor in silence and ate your food.

”How are you feeling?” Gar asked caringly nudging your leg. You took a sip from your soda and answered ”Just trying to absorb the whole thing, i’m gonna be completely honest this is not how i imagined losing my virginity”.

Gar let out a small chuckle. ”Are you fine with you know… it being with me?” he asked. ”Yeah, i’d rather it be with someone i know and trust” you answered making Gar smile and say ”I promise i’ll try to make it special for you”. The two of you finished your fast food dinner and stood up.

”So… where do we begin…?” you asked awkwardly. ”How about…” Gar started and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, the action made your cheeks heat up. Gar then led you in to the chalk circle Rachel had drawn out and you sat down on the edge of the stone altar.

You took of your jacket and threw it aside, Gar stood himself between your spead legs and you and Gar started shyly making out, Gar letting you get a feel for it. His lips were delicate to yours making a quiet moan escape your mouth. Gar ran his hands on your thighs massaging them lightly.

You put your arms around his neck as your make out grew more heated. Once you pulled your lips apart, Gar looked at you with loving eyes. He wanted to make you feel good so you could remember it with joy despite the circumstances.

”Can you help me undress?” you asked him he nodded and got down on one knee. He started by taking off your shoes and socks, he then took of his own, he then stood up again. You unbuttoned your pants and Gar helped you pull them down your legs.

Gar then removed his hoodie and t-shirt revealing his slim athletic physique. You put your fingers against his chest trailing them lightly over his skin. You moved further up on the altar as Gar took of his own pants leaving him in his boxers.

The two of you sat on the altar making out, Gar lifted your shirt and helped you remove it. You had expected the big temple room to feel cold and drafty to your skin, but the many lit candles around the altar and spread through the room made it warm and cozy almost like being next to a fire place.

Gar helped you lay down on the altar which felt chilly at first touch to your back making you let out a small gasp, Gar noticed and picked up his shirt laying it down under you as a small blanket. ”Is that better?” he asked. ”Yeah” you said.

Gar positioned himself on top of you as you made out in your underwear, your bulges rubbing softly against each other for the first time. Both your cocks had grown hard in anticipation what was about to happen between the two of you.

You broke your lips from Gar and whispered ”I’m ready”. Gar nodded and uttered a small ”Okay”. His fingers slipped under the waistband of your boxers and Gar gently pulled them down, revealing your untouched manhood to him. Once your boxers were fully of he threw them aside.

He then tugged of his own underwear revealing his hung dick. Gar climbed off the altar and rumaged through his bag eventually picking up a bottle of lube. He then came back, he sat on his knees and spread your legs revealing your virgin ass for him, your face heated up as he did.

Gar noticed you had grown a bit nervous and he looked you in the eyes. ”You’re so beautiful” he said genuinely he then leaned down placing a kiss on your upper chest. He trailed kisses down your body until he eventually placed one on your dick making it twitch in excitement.

”I gonna stretch you out now, okay?” he let you know. You gave him an approving nodd and he poured some lube in his hand spreading it on his finger. He lifted your legs revealing your tight virgin hole to him, then his first finger made contact making you let out a light gasp as his lube slicked finger penetrated you.

The new feeling made you let out quiet moan. Gar studied your face for signs of discomfort but you were taking it so well. ”You’re doing so good, Y/n” he praised lightly as his finger was all the way inside you. He slowly moved his finger in and out of you until he felt he could add another finger.

He kept stretching you out until he had added a third finger and worked you open. He then removed his fingers from your ass making sure to pull out slowly. ”Are you ready?” Gar asked softly. ”Yeah” you confirmed taking his hand yours and placing a kiss on it.

Gar then spread lube over his cock and aligned himself with your hole and slowly started pushing in to your virgin heat. You gripped Gar’s arm, squeezing it as Gar slowly filled your ass with his cock. ”Your taking me so well Y/n” Gar whispered encouragingly.

Once he was fully sheathed inside you, he gave you time to adjust to him as he placed kisses on your cheek and whispered praises in your ear. After a while you told him ”You can start moving”. ”Okay” Gar nodded and slowly started pulling out before softly pushing back in.

Gar was completely stuffed inside but the previous pain had turned to pleasure as Gar rhythmically moved in and out of your tightness. You and Gar started hungrily making out once more, both your moans in pleasure echoing through the temple room

Your shared body heat created beads of sweat on your foreheads and gave your naked bodies a light sheen in the candle light. The carvings along the walls had started glowing white, probably a sign that the magic ritual had begun.

You wondered if the demon could see you get deflowered for the purpose of sealing him away. ”Gar, fuck your big” you moaned as his gentle thrusts filled you up. ”That’s right baby” Gar said with a cocky smile.

You hands pressed against Gar’s pecs, this action made Gar release a loud moan. He was in ecstasy as your tight virgin hole was squeezed around his large cock. ”Such a perfect ass” Gar praised, he wanted to bring you to the same kind of pleasure he felt.

He did his best to thrust deeper in to you without going to hard wanting to stay gentle for your first time. It worked as his length grazed against your prostate making you let out a sudden moan.

His sudden action made your orgasm quickly approach making you brain go foggy from . ”Gar, I’m gonna- I’m gonn-!” you moaned but couldn’t finish as you shot ropes of cum over yourself and Gar’s abs. The sight of your cum covered self made Gar wanna go wild.

He did is best to contain the beast from erupting from within him and taking you like a common bitch. You and Gar kissed and he said gently ”I’m close”. As he plowed himself in to you the feeling of your walls clenching around him drove him over the edge.

With one last pump in your now loose virgin hole, Gar groaned loudly as his cock erupted filling you with his warm load, his seed staining your innocence forever. Both of you panted heavily as your hot and sweaty bodies tangeled together letting you both catch your breath.

The glowing white walls created a large flash of white signifying the rituals completion. Your body felt shaky as you tried to move, Gar let you sit on the edge of the altar as he helped you get dressed again. ”Did it feel good?” he wondered.

”Yeah” you answered dreamily not having fully snapped back to reality yet, this made Gar smile. ”Was- Was i good?” you found yourself asking. Gar cupped your cheeks and said ”You were perfect” and he placed a loving kiss on your lips.

Once you both were fully dressed Rachel soon emerged through a portal to pick you up. She understandingly didn’t ask a lot more questions than ”Did it go well?” and a ”Feeling okay?” directed towards you. She opened a portal that led to right outside your apartment building and you all walked through.

Gar then turned to Rachel saying ”Can we have a moment?”. Rachel nodded understandingly and gave the two of you some privacy. ”Look i know this whole thing wasn’t ideal so i wanted to ask you out on real date to you know make up for it” Gar said.

You smirked and said jokingly ”Really? This was all i could have possibly wanted” making Gar chuckle. You continued ”I will however take you up on that date offer, how about sometime next week?”. Gar nodded and said ”Sure, i’ll text you later with a date”. ”Okay” you nodded and you pulled each other in to a hug. Gar gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before letting go.

You waved him and Rachel goodbye as they entered another portal taking them home. You then on shaky legs made your way in to your apartment building, dreaming about you future date with Gar.

[backdaft]

listen i know this is my archive sideblog but i'm a little embarrassed to put this on main. i had a um. story i was planning to do for 2 years or so that got to like 12k before i put it on hold forever but i at least want to put down my general outline somewhere / not have it go to waste idk

carl tries to befriend johnny as a young kid and fails. stinky trying to target johnny with pranks at the same time doesn't help

carl fails as a bully in middle school / it backfires on him. johnny's the only target he has and the stronger bullies just attack them both.

johnny and carl finally become friends in high school. at first, johnny is antagonistic, but seeing carl covered in acne with a stupid mullet similar to his (carl heard johnny say mullets were stupid just months ago. what changed? nothing!) made him laugh. carl on the other hand acts more in line with what johnny remembers from elementary school. in fact, the only reason carl tried out bullying was a desperate attempt to avoid getting bullied himself. it didn't work and carl really regrets it. so when johnny makes fun of him at first he's like "yeah i deserve that."

johnny and carl are bullied in high school by retooled versions of trent and his goons from time of my life. at one point they steal a squint ringo figure of johnny's and carl ends up trading a trip mccoy figure to get it back. this is a huge milestone in their friendship

johnny is still a jerk even in his teens but he does care. he's a bigmouth with fluctuating grades and gets into trouble but he's a Trying. he's nicer than he is in his 20s though, that's for sure. once a bonehead, always a bonehead, as they say.

sandy once saves both johnny and carl from getting swirlies and johnny gets a huge crush on her. carl on the other hand wants to be friends with her— he's not into the dating scene much yet. he's rejected one girl or two so far and it makes johnny jealous and bitter.

pops' moon palace used to be an ice cream parlor by the same name. this is a nod to the "pops' soda shoppe" bible concept. teen johnny and carl were the reason why he rebranded to a retro-styled diner (kids aren't banned but. they had a fight. it involved food. they had to help pops clean up. they're enough of a hassle as it is.) pops gave carl the wrong ice cream every time as a test to see if he'd gather the courage to actually tell him he got the wrong one instead of nervously letting it slide Because He's Old (he was actually in his 50s back then. he started graying early.) and they become friends

in sophomore or junior year, carl begins to realize he has potential in science and starts to enjoy school more. this is him getting nerdier. it gives him a huge ego boost and he starts hanging out with uptight geek kids more instead of johnny. trouble is, they're not quite his friends. in fact, they make fun of his social skills and 'odd' interests in a more pretentious way. on johnny's end, he becomes jealous of the geeks "brainwashing" his best friend, but he gets very distracted by his increased interest in girls. carl decides johnny is a much better friend than those kids are and he isn't wrong.

the high school prom mentioned in candidate johnny is fully interlaced with the time of my life. carl brings a rubber duck to prom. johnny, upset and grumpy, sincerely believes sandy stood him up. he goes to prom anyway because are you kidding he wouldn't want to miss the girls food and the drinks etc. johnny sees the duck and takes the opportunity to cheer himself up via humiliating carl and it escalates

after some thinking, johnny comes to the conclusion that carl is the one thing holding him back / preventing him from getting what he wants in a few different ways.

after they graduate, johnny goes to the gym a lot, becomes very distant with carl and things start to reflect present day canon. johnny can't fully break the friendship with carl because deep down he still cares, he's just too stubborn. carl, on the other hand, Will Not give up because they only really have each other

fast forward some time and the events of "you cast a spell" happen in an 'episode' titled "hocus doofus." it ends differently. carl snaps, but he doesn't necessarily try to beat up johnny. this is as far as i'm gonna talk about

there were definitely moments where carl having a one-sided crush on johnny was kind of obvious but nothing super shippy overall

[earlgreydream]

lemon ice cream.

| 1940s!Bucky Barnes x reader | fluff |

a/n: for @fitzfiles​❤️

You tapped your feet against the linoleum floor to the beat of the record that was spinning in the jukebox. You wiped down the counter, cleaning off any stickiness from spilled ice cream. You watched a group of children eat their ice cream cones on the pavement outside, a smile on your face. 

You loved your job, working and running the ice cream parlor in Brooklyn. You loved making children happy, adults too. It was bright, cheerful, and there was always music playing. It was right in the middle of the bustling city that you adored, and it couldn’t have been more perfect. 

You were humming to the music, your yellow dress spinning as you turned at the sound of the bells chiming on the door. You turned to see two men, both startlingly attractive. 

“Welcome,” you greeted them with a smile. They grinned back at you, both wearing army uniforms. One was tall and blond with a beard, and the other was shorter with stunning silver eyes that caught your gaze. You blushed slightly, leaning forward against the counter.

“What can I get for you, boys?” You asked, snapping out of your thoughts. 

“Vanilla, for me. Bucky?” The blond turned to his friend. 

“What do you recommend?” He asked you in a smooth voice, and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’m a fan of lemon, myself.” 

“Lemon it is then... Please!” He corrected himself quickly, and his friend looked amused. You giggled, pushing off the counter and opening the freezer, scooping it for them. 

You stood on your toes and handed the blond’s vanilla over the top of the glass before leaning back down to get the lemon. Your fingers brushed Bucky’s as you handed him the ice cream, making your cheeks warm. His eyes were kind as he watched you.

“Oh, no, it’s on the house.” You stopped the blond as he went to pull a wallet from his pocket. 

“You sure?” he asked.

“Of course, soldier,” you spoke, winking at him. 

“Thanks, doll.” Bucky nodded at you, and you grinned. 

“Certainly.”

“I didn’t catch your name?” He hesitated before going to sit.

“Y/N.” 

“I’m James Barnes, but everyone calls me Bucky. This is Steve,” Bucky introduced the two.

“Lovely to meet you both.” 

You and Bucky looked at each other for several more seconds before Steve called him over to a booth in the corner. You watched them as you worked, stealing glances at Bucky every chance you got. 

A group of teenagers ran in off the street, loud and boisterous. You grinned, recognizing most of them as your frequent customers from the high school down the street. 

“Oi, Y/N’s always remembering our favorites! Thanks, beautiful!” One of the seniors thanked you dramatically as you handed him chocolate, making you laugh. You remembered all their orders, putting an extra cherry on the sunday of a girl who you favored for her sweetness and tendency to tip extra. 

“Thank you, ma’am!” They all called before running to get home before their parents and have a drink. You waved, leaning on your elbows against the counter. 

Bucky and Steve stayed after they finished, talking quietly. You went into the back to grab something, and Bucky was at the counter when you returned.

“Did you want more?”

“Another time. Thanks for the ice cream, Y/N.” He said goodbye, and Steve tipped his hat at you, making you giggle. You watched them go, though they stayed in your thoughts long after their departure. 

The entire week following, every time you heard the door chimes, you hoped to see the soldiers. You’d nearly given up about a week later when you were getting ready to close the shop.

“We’re cl-” you started, turning around.

“You’re closed?” The familiar voice asked, and you couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across your face.

“Bucky! Not for you.”

“You remembered, Y/N.”

“You remembered.” You echoed, making him smile. Silver eyes glittered, watching you go behind the counter.

“Sorry I’m here so late. I just finished up at work, and I’ve been craving your lemon ice cream.”

“No need to be sorry. I’m happy to see you.” You got him the ice cream, and he sat at the bar top while you finished cleaning.

“Where’s Steve?” You asked, making conversation.

“Off on a date with this girl, Peggy. He’s in love with her.”

“Good for him.” You smiled up at Bucky, drying glasses and stacking them next to the soda fountain.

“You should bring them in here with you. I want to see who captured Steve’s heart.” You giggled, making Bucky smile.

“I will.”

“And you? What’ve you been up to?” You asked, wanting to hear.

“Mostly just working for the army.”

“No dating like Steve?”

“No, Y/N. What about yourself?” He laughed, and you blushed.

“No dating for me, either. I’ve just been working here, thinking of escaping Brooklyn for a day, but not actually doing it.”

“What if I took you out of Brooklyn? To Central Park, maybe?” Bucky asked, and you bit your lip with a smile.

“Like a date?”

“Like a date.” He nodded, his normal confidence wavering slightly.

“I’d love to.” You agreed, making him grin at you.

“I love this song!” He spoke, turning toward the record player. He stood and held out his hand to you, and you blushed.

“Dance with me.” 

You put your hand in his, letting him pull you to dance in the middle of the shop. You giggled as he spun you easily, moving to the beat of the big band music. You caught his shoulders for balance as he dipped you, squeezing him.

“Don’t drop me!”

“Never, doll.” 

“Where can I pick you up?” Bucky asked as the two of you stood outside, him watching you lock up the shop. 

“Here. My apartment is upstairs.” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” He kissed the back of your hand, making you grin like a teenager.

“I’m looking forward to it.” 

He watched you to make sure you got inside your place fine, and you waved at him from the window, sitting on the sill. 

“Who was that?!” Your neighbor asked, eyeing the gorgeous man down on the street.

“My date.” 

You spent over an hour getting ready, fixing your hair and makeup, and putting on a dress printed with tiny white flowers. You fastened the buttons and slipped into shoes just as you heard a knock from your door. 

You opened it, smiling brightly at Bucky, who had a bouquet of flowers in his hands. You opened the door, letting him into your small apartment, taking the flowers.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” He said, admiring you, make you blush deeper. He led you downstairs, and up to his fancy yellow car, opening the passenger door for you. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him as he drove you both to Central Park, jazz floating through the radio. 

Soon, the two of you were walking through the park, your fingers intertwined. Flowers were blooming in the spring afternoon, and the weather was perfect to spend the day outside. 

“Why did you join the army?”

“I want to protect people.” He answered, and you smiled.

“Very noble of you.” 

“Why did you open an ice cream shop?” He asked, spinning you around like you were dancing on the sidewalk, a soft smile on his face. He gazed at you in admiration, and you smiled back. 

“I don’t know, I wanted to work doing something I love. It makes people happy. I have to ask you something, James.” You said, turning to look at him.

“What’s that, doll?”

“Do you actually like the ice cream, or just the girl getting it for you?”

“I adore you, but your sweets are good too.” He pulled you into a kiss, and you smiled against his lips, kissing him back. Your arms went around his neck and his hands rested on your waist, kissing you like you were the last.

You giggled, touching your lips lightly.

“Drinks?” He asked as you passed a cart where girls were selling lemonade. You nodded, and he got drinks for the two of you.

“Let’s go on the boats!” Bucky took your hand, pulling you toward the pond. You followed, unsure about the rowboats.

“What if I fall?” You asked.

“I’d never let that happen.” He promised, helping you step into a white boat. You gripped his hand, putting your foot down on the gently rocking surface.

“It’s not going to tip, doll, just trust me.”

You took a breath as you sat down, gripping the bench when he got in across from you. Soon, he was rowing the two of you out on the pond, and you were swaying softly, watching the sunlight glitter on the surface of the water. You gasped softly as a swan floated near you, and Bucky smiled at you.

He was enamoured with you. With your sweetness, your kindness, and your grace. The sound of your laughter delighted him, and he loved hearing your voice as you spoke about things you loved. Bucky was head over heels for you. 

You stayed at the park until the sky darkened, getting dinner at a small café nearby. You laid your head on your arm, halfway out the window as he drove you home, listening to the wind and the city and Bucky hum along with the music. Your left hand was intertwined with his, both of your hands resting on the gearshift.

“I had so much fun.” You smiled at Bucky as you stood on your doorstep. 

“Me too. Again soon?”

“Definitely.”

You smiled shyly as he leaned in to kiss you goodnight, your stomach swarming with butterflies and your heart beating fast. You spent quite a long time outside your door, before he finally went down to his car. 

You and Bucky spent as much time together as possible between your work schedules, some of which he spent sitting at the bartop in your shop. He’d asked you to be his girlfriend on the third date, which had been the two of you sitting on the floor of his living room, watching a film on his small television, drinking bottled soda. You had spent the whole night laughing and talking, only half paying attention to the television. 

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Charlie Dillon

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You and Charlie see each other a few times before you actually meet. You’d been going to the all girls boarding school since you were fourteen so you’d obviously seen “the big men on campus” from time to time; usually at your schools joint dances. 

- And you’d always thought Charlie was handsome but you didn’t know him just yet. You thought he was handsome in the same way you think a person on the street is handsome, you give them a passing glance, acknowledge the obvious in your mind and maybe have a little “what if” sort of idea but then you move on. 

- It isn’t until you manage to be introduced to each other that things start looking up.

- It’s before a big football game and you’re there with your parents, or with a guy friends parents, to cheer on the football playing boy in your life. It’s then that Charlie appears and is greeted by the boy as he passes, prompting him to stop and chat for a few minutes.

- Your brother/friend introduces the two of you and you exchange a few quick pleasantries before him and the other boy go off and find their team. After they do so, you and the family find your seats and watch as the team plays; and later as they win the game. 

- Once the game is over, you meet back up with who you were there for and start to say your goodbyes. You pass Charlie as you’re walking back to your car so you stop and congratulate him on the win, telling him that it was nice meeting him. 

- He gives you an award winning smile and tells you that it was nice meeting you too, and for a split second, as he watches you get inside your car and talk with the other boy through the window, he forgets about how disappointed in himself he is. 

- He spends most of the night thinking about how many times he fumbled the ball, but every now and again, the image of you drifts though his mind and he finds himself picturing you in vivid detail: how you smiled at him, how earnestly happy for him you were, how pretty you looked in the fleeting sunlight. 

- It seems at least one good thing came out of that day....

- The next time you meet is a chance encounter as you’re out with your family and some family friends for dinner. He’s a few tables away and takes notice of you as you’re sitting alone, waiting for your group to be back from their separate conversations elsewhere in the dining area. 

- Once he sees you, he excuses himself and walks over, saying hello and talking with you for a little while before asking if you’d like to dance. Once you agree, he takes your hand and helps you up from your seat, leading you into the dancing area. 

- At least on the outside, Charlie is the exact type of boy that most parents want their daughter to date. The all American, upper class football player who pretty much has a full ride into Harvard, what better is there? So when they return to find you dancing with him, chances are, they aren’t going to rush to pull you back to the table. 

- So, you and Charlie dance and talk until one of your families decides that they “really must be going” and excuses you from your embrace. 

- But that little dance was all it took, he smiles at you and tells you that he hopes to see you again, already planning on how to ask you out before you’re even out the door. 

- Chances are, someone probably spotted you on the dancefloor together and later asks Charlie about you, to which he makes some bragging ambiguous comment that leads everyone into thinking that you’re a couple. So it’s really quite lucky that, when he calls you up a few days later, you do agree to go out on a date with him. 

- Regardless of the fact that most of his school and some of yours think that you’re already dating, the two of you go out to an ice cream parlor for your first date that next Friday and you have a really great time with him. 

- And, though he considers the fact that you went on a date to sort of mean that the two of you are dating, you share your first kiss after a couple more dates. He’d sort of surprised you with it but you weren’t really complaining.

- Technically, he’d been trying to kiss you all night so I guess that’s mainly why it surprised you: the only way he finally managed to do it was by doing it swiftly before you could cluelessly turn your head or move onto something else. So yeah, it was a little abrupt but it was still pleasantly accepted by you. 

- You don’t get a formal “will you be my girlfriend” but after that, he calls you “his girl” and everyone thinks that you’re dating. And since you have no issue with that, you just accept that you’re dating a handsome, Harvard ready preppie. 

- Charlie wants to show off that you’re “his girl” no matter where you are so there’s quite a bit of Pda in your relationship. Although, if you’re around his parents then his mother probably scolds him for “being all over you”, which him and his father usually laugh off. 

- His hand on your back or his arm wrapped around your waist.

- Temple and cheek kisses.

- Chaste, cheerful kisses when he’s happy and excited.

- Soft, slow kisses when he’s in a more serious mood. You’re probably his first girlfriend; or one of his first girlfriends, so these types of kisses are usually laced with hesitancy. He’ll look into your eyes and lean in slowly, softly brushing his lips to yours waiting for you to kiss him back. 

- Long makeout sessions. He always ends up with mussed up hair and his lips tinted the shade of your lipstick. 

- How the two of you cuddle really depends on what you’re trying to accomplish. It isn’t exclusive to this but if he’s having a bad day or you want to talk, then you’ll wind up with his head tucked under your chin and his hands tracing patterns on your back and sides; along with your hands running through his hair. Other times, you’ll spoon interchangeably. 

- Charlie loves using pet names; particularly when he’s trying to show off. Like I said before, he calls you his girl, but he’ll also call you things like honey and sweetheart. 

- Considering the way your lives are, the two of you don’t get to see each other incredibly often, but you learn to make things work. There’s a lot of waiting around for phone calls and spending holidays together and trying to shuffle around activities to find time for dates. 

- Jumping into his arms when you reunite. Like I said before, you don't get to see him extremely often, so you’re always ecstatic when he shows up and/or surprises you; and he loves seeing you all excited to see him. 

- Phone calls. He likes calling you to say goodnight or plan a date every now and again but he definitely gets at least somewhat embarrassed to say “I love you” if his friends are around. 

- Says “god, I know” when you tell him that he looks good or handsome. You always roll your eyes and push him as he smiles a shit eating grin. 

- He really cares about his looks, especially his hair, and it’s always immaculate which makes you want to mess it up; the fact that it annoys him only makes you want to do it more. 

- He absolutely does the real life equivalent of an 80s movie dress up montage as he gets ready for your dates and I will not be convinced otherwise. 

- He brags about you constantly. Everyone who knows him knows that the two of you are dating.

- Dancing together. He likes pressing his face to yours and keeping you as close as he can. 

- Family dinners and get togethers with his parents. They always insist that you join them whenever they’re going to do something. 

- Going to the diner and other teen hangouts. 

- He definitely steals your food constantly. This boy is almost always eating so if you’re into baking or cooking then you’ve found the perfect man.

- Ice cream parlor dates. 

- Soda shop dates. 

- Pool dates. He definitely has a pool at his house and you can’t deny that it’s nice seeing him without a shirt and watching as he shows his different jumps and flips into the water or the show of him shaking the water out of his hair. The only downside is his occasional; or frequent, attempts at throwing or carrying you into the pool.

- Picnics in the park. I can just picture him laying between or resting against your legs and tossing a football in the air as he talks with you.

- He always gets the biggest smile on his face when he sees you and when he’s with you. He especially gets a big smile on his face when he sees you all dressed up; he just thinks you’re the prettiest.

- Late night dates; and maybe sneaking out to see each other.

- He’s probably taken you out to that lake and the two of you have sat there on the dock and talked all night; probably with him giving you his jacket because it’s cold.

- Helping him study and reassuring him that he’s gonna do fine. Study dates are some of the only times where you get to see the magnitude of how stressed out and serious he can get. 

- Trying to help him calm down and loosen up whenever school and all other aspects of his life get too hectic, stressful or upsetting. 

- He definitely has your picture in his dresser drawer and it’s one of the things that bring him the most comfort when he’s frustrated. 

- Wearing his class ring. 

- Having quick conversations before football games. He thinks it’s good luck to see you and talk before he plays; and he finds it comforting to get a little reassurance from you before he goes out on the field.

- Him trying to impress you with his football “skills”. Charlie isn’t awful but he certainly isn’t the greatest, but you didn’t get with him for his football playing so you just congratulate him on wins and pretend like you didn’t notice his fumbles; if you even did to begin with.

- He loves being able to make you laugh; it makes him feel so cool. 

- He definitely spoils you. It’s both because he loves you so much and wants you to be happy; and grew up with his father doing the same for his mother, but also because he wants to show you that he can provide for you and that you won’t find another boy your age who can do the same thing for you, which isn’t the greatest mindset but he is a rich kid. 

- He got you this special necklace pretty early on in your relationship and it might arguably be like, a little too much, but you accepted it anyways because you really liked him. 

- Charlies got a big mouth, he blurts stuff out without thinking, so you’re oftentimes giving him looks or hitting his arm or telling him what not to say. 

- Charlies also; on the outside, the stereotypical all American good boy that every parent in the 1950′s wanted their daughter to date. He’s rich, he’s clean cut and he’s pretty much perfect. He can probably do no wrong in the eyes of your parents so they'll likely be very happy to let you go out with him. 

- Being a little jealous of Sally. I mean, the girls gorgeous and she’s been around and is around your boyfriend constantly. You don’t think he’d cheat on you but it’s still a bit difficult seeing them together. 

- He’d be completely surprised when he realizes that you’re jealous; and jealous over him. It might not be the nicest but he’d absolutely find a sort of sick satisfaction in you being jealous. Like, the fact that you value him that much and feel the same feelings that he does would be reassuring to him. 

- Being a big part of the David situation: whether it be you forcing him not to do anything or breaking up with him for a while or otherwise being the reason that he doesn't find out or at least do anything about his findings. 

- He’s legitimately a bit insecure about himself and his family ties s he might, on occasion, think that you’re just with him for his name and his status. But at the same time, he’s okay with that because at least he has you. 

- You constantly reassure him that you love him and that you love him for him, and scoff whenever he even insinuates that you might not. And sometimes you’ll prove to him that how you feel is real, which might not be the best resolution but it’s certainly one of the funnest. 

- He’s a pretty jealous person. He cuts in whenever someone tries flirting with you or shows interest in you, though how he does it depends on where you are or who they are. Sometimes he’ll save face and just excuse you from the situation or politely join in and show that he’s your boyfriend.

- Other times he just goes straight to throwing around his popularity and status, acting like a bit of a jerk and maybe making you a little annoyed in the process. 

- He rarely has a reason to be protective over you so he tends to not be, but he’s definitely one of those naively ignorant boys who was raised on the belief that women are dainty and more fragile. So there’s that and his possessiveness which accumulates into him being; in theory, somewhat protective. 

- Charlies a bit hot tempered, he’ll say and do things he doesn't mean; particularly when he’s upset, so the two of you might fight quite often and possibly temporarily break up from time to time. 

- He gets a little worried when you’re obviously angry or upset after an argument and he almost always tries to smooth things over and apologize; which he oftentimes does so fairly quickly after or during arguments regardless. 

- If you do wind up ambiguously breaking up then he’ll probably curse your name; not meaning it, and cry a little: both in frustration, anger and sadness. He’ll later do whatever he can to make things up to you and apologize, trying to get you to forgive him however he can and possibly finally get a hug or kiss. 

- He prefers to show you he loves you rather than tell you. He just gets a little shy about actually saying the words; though he loves hearing you say it. 

- He already acts like your husband so it’s pretty much a given that he’s going to propose. He probably wants to do it as soon as possible and start your life together; the all American dream: a white picket fence, two kids, and a dog. It’s a sitcom story but with him it’s possible to have a future that idealistic. 

[descendantofthesparrow]

Encore - POYW - Harry Hook x reader - Part 24 - Sisters

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you and Harry woke up to loud knocks on Harry's room door, you had decided to stay the night at the ship since your room was just so damn warm and Harry's room was nice and cool. You glanced at the clock on Harry's wall and sighed, it seemed you had slept in a bit as the clock read 12:30 pm.

Harry sighed and sat up, standing from the bed and walking over to his door, creaking it open and yelping as he was pushed back by a blonde and red blur “Hi CJ” Harry grunted out, CJ laughing as she pushed off of him and skipped over to you, Harriet entering the room a moment later “Harriet, what do yeh want?”

“We’re stealing your fiancé, (y/n) get dressed, CJ keep Harry down” CJ leaped over your body and slammed down onto Harry, trapping him to the mattress.

“Oi!” Harry snapped, ripping his arm out of CJ’s grip and pushing her face, glaring at Harriet as she walked over to you and pulled you out of the bed “No! She's mine! Leave ‘er alone!”

CJ and Harriet shared a dangerous smile and CJ pinned Harry to the bed again “Quick get her dressed so we can escape!” Harry let out a snarl as you quietly laughed, grabbing a red shirt and black jeans. Stepping into your bathroom to quickly get dressed, popping your head back out to grab a bra and socks.

You sluggishly got dressed and stepped back out to the bedroom to put your shoes on, laughing again as Harriet and CJ held Harry down to the floor, CJ sitting on his back and arms as Harriet held down his legs.

“Okay okay, don’t kill him, he is a good pillow, and I’d rather not lose the warmth” Harry pouted at you as his sisters snickered and got off him.

“Oh, no ‘oh please don’t kill Harry, I love him’ or ‘please don’t kill Harry, I'd rather not lose him’ no all I get is ‘I’m a good pillow’? really?” you let out a quiet laugh and finished zipping up your boots, leaning down to kiss Harry's cheek and ruffling his hair.

“Yep, and I’ll be back later, bye!” CJ dragged you out of the room, Harriet closing the door behind her as Harry continued to pout.

-

A few hours later, you sat outside an ice cream parlor, spooning (fav ice cream) into your mouth as CJ sipped at her chocolate and mint shake with Oreos. Harriet walked out of the shop with her fresh waffle cone strawberry cheesecake and sat down next to you, licking her lips slightly.

“You’re welcome” you chuckled, smiling teasingly as Harriet glared at you before she stuck a spoon into the ice cream and shoved it in her mouth, CJ continuing to enjoy her shake. “So other than the reason you gave earlier” that being them just wanting to hang out because they hardly got to hang out with you “Why did you want to hang out with me today?”

“We have to pick up my suit and CJ’s dress from the tailor, thought you might want to see ‘em or something” Harriet muttered, keeping her eyes on her ice cream.

You hummed and nodded, you would like to see them, to make sure they worked with what you had planned. “Sounds fun, what time is pick up?”

Harriet pulled out her phone “at two, it's one now so we got about an hour but the place is pretty far away from here, so-“ Harriet turned to you and raised her brow “-you mind driving us there, after we finish?”

You nodded, spooning the last of your ice cream in your mouth and tossing the cup into the trash “Sure”

-

You couldn’t help the grin on your face as CJ stepped out of the dressing room, she admired herself in the tall mirror, spinning around and her scarlet skirt flaring with her. Her black top was detailed with lace and was separated from her high waisted skirt that stopped just above her knees. “Look’s amazing CJ, I think we picked the perfect one for you” you hummed, laughing as CJ bounded over to you and slammed into your side as she sat next to you.

“I think this is the first time she's worn a dress and actually liked it” Harriet huffed, smirking at you and CJ as CJ discovered the pockets on her skirt. The tailor came out from the back, handing Harriet a maroon and black suit and gesturing to the dressing room.

The tailor gave you and CJ a smile and went back to the front to tend to her other customers. You and CJ talked about the wedding plans as Harriet changed, and a few minutes later Harriet emerged from the dressing room. her suit jacket was maroon and her dress shirt and pants were black. CJ wolf-whistled, standing and bounding over to her sister, grinning up at her “Wow Hettie, you look amazing!”

Harriet gave a shy smile and nodded, looking down at her jacket and pulling down the sleeves “Thanks, I think it turned out good” you grinned and that and stood, walking over to the girls and tugging at the lapels of Harriet's jacket.

“It turned out great, it's perfect…thank you, both of you. I know we don’t really interact much but thank you for trusting me with your brother, I know how protective you both are over him” Harriet and CJ smiled, Harriet pulling you in for a side hug as CJ wrapped her arms around your waist.

“Thank you for taking care of him, I never thought he’d find someone like you, but I’m glad he did. I can't wait to call you our sister” CJ nodded in agreement, and squeezed your waist, pulling back and walking to the dressing room to change back into her clothes.

“Let's go get something to eat! Im starving!” You and Harriet shared a look and shook your heads.

“That’s CJ for ya, always hungry” Harriet laughed, sitting down on the couch and waiting for CJ to be done changing so she could do the same.

“yep…Taco Bell sound good?”

“Hell yeah”

-

Harry started as a cold sensation pressed against his cheek and he quickly sat up, looking behind him to see you, smiling down at him and holding a cup filled with Pepsi “I got Taco Bell for you” Harry grinned and took the soda, drawing his legs in from the couch to let you sit down next to him and taking the paper bag from you as you handed it to him.

“Thank yeh love” Harry purred, taking out the cheese rolls and humming, he hadn’t eaten yet that day so he was very happy to finally have something in his belly.

“You’re welcome~” you sang back, taking (food) out of the bag and unwrapping it, biting down on it and turning to pay attention to the tv, where Harry had turned on Captain America; The First Avenger. “Good choice”

Harry just hummed around his food, pulling you into his side and the two of you settled down to watch the movie.

-

“hard ta believe we’re getting married in twenty days” Harry chuckled, helping you put away the washed dishes from dinner. You stopped, looking up at the calendar on the wall and laughing.

May 2nd, wow it really was only twenty days from today. “Well how bout that” you murmured, closing the dishwasher and starting it, walking over to Harry and wrapping your arms around him, setting your chin on his shoulder “Only twenty days till you’re mine forever” Harry laughed and turned in your grip, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and nose.

“Only twenty days till I can finally call yeh Mrs. Hook” Harry purred back, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around, setting you back down and pressing one last kiss to your nose. “I love yeh” Harry whispered, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I love you too” you hummed back, kissing his jaw and slipping out of his arms, going over to the fridge grabbing two ice cream sandwiches, and tossing one to Harry, nodding towards the living room “one more movie?” Harry grinned and nodded, walking in and jumping over the couch, bouncing his leg as he waited for you.

“Oh, by the way,” Harry started, curling his arm around your shoulder as you sat next to him and curling into his side “All the invitations got sent out.” You perked up at that and swallowed down the bite of ice cream.

“Awesome! Did you keep one?“ Harry smirked and nodded, standing from the couch and walking into the kitchen, grabbing a card from the counter and walking back over to you, handing you the card and sitting down as you admired the invitation.

“I still love it, I think we picked a good design” Harry nodded in agreement, leaning over your shoulder slightly to look at the invitation.

The top was printed with watercolor waves at sunset, the bottom blocked with gold with white lettering detailing the date, time, and place of your wedding.

 “only twenty days” Harry hummed, picking up the remote and turning on another movie, curling his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side, smiling as you cuddled into him and rested your head in the crook of his neck. “twenty days” you echoed, raising your brow slightly as the movie began to play. “Hook?”

“aye…what it’s a good movie!”

-end of part 24-

Note; I was writing this on the 2nd so that’s why the fic says “twenty days” instead of nineteen

24 parts! Woow!!! And the next part will be on the 22nd! The wedding! After the wedding, this series will officially be finished and the OG part of your world will be over! 😊 thank you all so much for coming with me on this journey and sticking with me through my horrible 2018-2019 writing. Again I will be rewriting Part of your world and Reprise because I want to (and rewriting some parts of Encore because the first 10-15 parts are fucking awful) and I’ll be starting on it after I finish encore, but I probably won't start posting until Rewrite(AU) D3 is finished so im not working on a thousand stories at once.

So Part of your world 2.0 will be coming after Finale - Rewrite is concluded so I can focus solely on POYW 2.0 :3 again thank you all so much for reading and soon, Mr. and Mrs. Hook will soon be introduced~!!!

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prompts #38 & #54 with johnny, feeling kinda angsty but fluffy at the end? maybe smth like you've been good friends with johnny for years now and developed feelings for him, but he's too blind to see and realize his feelings so you decide to stay away from him to try and get over him.

[ 38: i don't think i've ever wanted anything this much before ] + [ 54: i can’t keep doing this ]

the prompts

“i can’t keep doing this” you told jaehyun, leaving your things reluctantly on the table.

“what happened this time?”

“nothing, that’s the problem” you groaned, raising your head and resting it on your arms, looking at your friend. “i swear it’s like he’s blind. like he’s wearing this glasses that block him to realize how i act around him”

“i know the feeling” jaehyun commented distractedly and ran his fingers through your arm comfortingly. “you can’t keep going on like this”

“i know. but i can’t tell him the truth either”

“just an idea, but” he lifted his hands, you looked at him concentratedly and nodded for him to continue. “what if you, i don’t know, distance yourself from him for a bit?” he saw your expression fall and was quick to add. “only for some time, until you get over him. then you can go back to being friends. but this is hurting you, y/n”

you thought about what jaehyun had said for the rest of day. not talking to johnny wasn’t really on your wish list, but it was true that some time apart may help you get over him. it seemed like the only thing you could do, since he never caught on the hints you dropped. or maybe he just ignored them because he didn’t feel the same way.

“want to hit the ice cream parlor?” johnny came up to you when school ended. even though your whole body was screaming you to say yes, you closed your ears to it.

“sorry, i was thinking of going home and do some homework”

“oh” he said with a wide smile and kind eyes, like usual. “that’s fine”

“see you” you said quickly and almost ran away.

from that moment on, johnny was never able to get you alone. there was always an excuse, you running late to a place or having too much to study. if not, then you would simply be with jaehyun. all the time.

“do you think jaehyun is trying to hit on her?” he asked to his friends one day at lunch. seeing how you, only some tables away, laughed loudly at something the boy had said. you used to always give johnny that smile.

“dude, he's been in love with her for ages” yukhei commented, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. for johnny, it wasn't.

“did he tell you?”

“he didn't need to” he said and drank some of his soda. “i think you just never seem to notice when someone is in love”

“what's that suppossed to mean?” johnny asked defensively.

“nothing”

time passed and the only thing johnny could do was admire you from afar. you looked happy, but he didn't understand what he had done wrong. you were his best friend, he learned so much about you and now he felt like something had been taken away from him. was jaehyun a better friend? was he not enough?

at ten's house party he saw you again. it had been too long since he saw you in an ambience other than the school corridors. you were dancing with jaehyun, beaming. johnny couldn't explain it, but when he fixed his eyes on you, you stood out more than anyone in the room. everyone seemed faded but you, who had a golden and bright emanation.

that radiance held him captive, and soon he was making his way through the living room, you blinding him with your glow while he got closer.

“y/n” you pulled away from the other boy, staring at johnny perplexedly. “can we talk?”

“she's busy, buddy” jaehyun said the name in a contemptuous voice. johnny tightened his fists.

“what if you let her answer first?”

you took quick glances to both of the guys, focusing on jaehyun's pleading eyes.

“i'll be right back” you nodded to jaehyun, disillusion all over his face as he took a step back.

you followed johnny outside, where the whole atmosphere was more toned down.

his hair was longer, and you wondered how much time it had been since you last talked.

“are you with jaehyun?” he asked, not averting his gaze from you.

“yes, i came with him”

“i mean, are you... dating?” the word burned in his tongue.

“no” you shook your head, almost amused by the question. “why would you think that?”

“you seem close”

“sure, we're friends”

“we used to be friends too” he lowered his head, smiling at the sight of your untied shoelaces. everyday he nagged you to tie them or you would fall, but at this moment, he had missed your habits too much to care.

you didn't reply.

“where did i go wrong?”

“you still don’t realize, do you?”

“realize what?” you sighed.

“i had to stay away from you to get over my feelings for you”

johnny's heart fell at the words.

“what?”

“you never saw how in love i was with you. it hurt, johnny. being nothing more than friends”

he took a moment to take in the information, segments of your friendship flashing through his mind as it were a movie. and now he was finally reading between the lines and metaphor devices.

“did it work?” his body got closer, and yours jumped in excitement. it had been weaned off johnny for too long.

“i thought it did” you saw a small grin creeping up his face. “i'm not so sure now”

“i really want to kiss you” you almost whimpered at that, clinging into reality, scared it was all a dream.

“you waited too long”

“i know. but i don't think i've ever wanted anything this much before” he said taking one last step before your breaths mixed. he leaned in and your noses brushed, making you feel that rush you haven't felt lately. the rush only johnny made you feel.

he held to your waist and you to his shoulders, not being able to believe this finally was taking place. you honestly thought it would never happen.

“it hurt too, seeing you with him” he said after a while of your lips meeting each other, introducing themselves and what they liked.

“i'm sorry” you giggled, still sneaking in some kisses.

“you're not” he chuckled, planting another deep kiss. “i bet you enjoy knowing you made me jealous”

“maybe a bit” you teased, johnny rolling his eyes.

“now, mrs. unrequited crush” he joked and you hit his arm. “you do realize jaehyun likes you, do you?”

“what? of course not” you felt almost attacked at the statement. you would realize if he did, right?

“okay, we have too many things to work on” johnny cracked up at your expression. “but first, let me keep kissing you”

[lucky-bucky-boy]

headcanon of first date with peter parker?

Okay but this is one of my FAVORITE things to think about

I love a anxious but excited but modestly confident boy - also gonna act like Mysterio ain't be a bitch and tell the world pbp's secret

Even after Liz and MJ Peter is stil skeptical as hell about people finding him attractive

Like he can understand puppy and little brother cute

But attractive? I want your face on mine and you in my bed attractive? That still shocks him

So when you said yes, say you'd love to go on a date with the youngest avengers, he is THRILLED

Buuuuuuuuut then comes the anxiety- what to wear, where to go, cologne? Hair gel? What if he forgets to brush his teeth? Does this color work on him or is Aunt May lying?

He'd most likely keep it simple, some greasy pizza, an arcade, and ice cream after.

Peter would pick you up at your house on a Friday afternoon, dressed in dark gray jeans and a black button down with his light blue sweater over it, a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand (he secretly asked your friends and paid them 10 bucks not to say anything)

It was nice out so the two of you walked the mile to the pizza parlor, passing the time by asking each other random questions to get to know each other better

He'd ask you who your favorite superhero was and would blush darkly when you beamed happily, squealing out "Spiderman!"

And get even a little flustered when you tell him it's because you saw him stop middle of chasing some guys who robbed the corner store to help an elderly lady cross the street then not only continue chasing the bad guys but actually catch them too

Also Peter would not know how to not go overboard when it comes to you - the largest pizza, any toppings you wanted. Soda? Got it. Salad? Sure why not. French fries? Duh, it's a must? 3 lbs of extra cheese? Fuck it, you only live once

AND THE ARCADE!!!

Peter and Ned come here often, so he know the tricks to most of the games. And theres this one shooting game where the sensor is slightly off

You're getting frustrated because you keep just missing and you're pouting softly and Peter doesnt even think when he comes behind you and says "let me help you," softly, and sweet, and he smells so good, "the games off a little, Old Man Robinson hasn't fixed it in years"

He wrap his arms around you, adjusting your aim just a few millimeters to the left and BAM. PERFECT SHOT

Once he see you get a little flustered, tripping over your words and playing with the edge of your clothes at smiling at him almost shyly after that his confidence would skyrocket

Boy would even move to hold your hand as the two of you walk yo the ice cream parlor

OR MAYBE JUST LOCK HIS PINKY WITH YOURS BECAUSE THAT MY GOOD SIR IS TOP TIER

Hed hold the door open, encourage you to get too little ice cream and too many toppings at the little self serve counter

The shop would have a little patio with a small garden and the two of you would sit there, and its be getting dark if not already fully dark and hed look up and see faint stars and start spewing random astronomy and physics facts at you

And of course youd listen, maybe even chime in every now and then eith your own knowledge, and it would melt his heart and mean so much to him that you genuinely listened and cared about what he had to say

Peter would walk you home, right to your door step, making sure you we safe

The anxiety would come creeping back because what if you didnt enjoy yourself and you were just being nice

But the two of you talk for a few moments and he goes to say his goodnight and goodbye and you just pout at him

"You know... I was just kind of hoping you would-"

Hed catch on quickly and blurt out, "Can I kiss you?"

The two of you would stare at each other for a moment before you nodded and hed cup your face so sweetly like your the only thing in the world that matters

His palms would be a little clammy but itd be fine because its Peter and its endearing that hes so nervous

The kiss would he light and soft, so sweet and innocent that your stomach erupts into butterflies and you feel so child like again

Hed have the biggest smile on his face when he pulled away and actually told you goodnight this time

Peter could not wait to annoy Aunt May and the team about how perfect his date went

In conclusion I love a soft boi

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[hitokayachichi]

☼ bokuto anniversary headcanons ☼

✎ ... “  Would you do Bokuto headcanons of him celebrating his anniversary with his s/o? “

☼ … • not to be personal on side blog but this is a little hmmm exciting to write bc mine n my bfs one year is next month :> rly anticipating it bc its my first one year ever !! but anyway lol i feel like bokuto would be REALLY cute for this hdkgnk

♡  ...

♡ oh god this man would do LITERALLY ANYTHING that you wanted for your anniversary hes so sweet :((( like three months into the relationship hes like “so ummm. hypothetically what would you wanna do on a one year anniversary. asking for a friend” but he would be soooo obvious about planning it and he really doesn’t realise how obvious he’s being so its cute ;-;

♡ you tell him he can have full reign on what to do, that you’ll be happy as long as you’re spending time with him n he would make it his Mission to create the perfect date. AND he would be so loud about it. “Oh (y/n) the ideas i have for our anniversary .... you’re gonna be blown away!” things like that !! almost slips up like a FEW times but he manages to save himself. He’s just super excited !!

♡ the kind of date he takes you on ends up being really cliche but like in a sweet romantic way T_T early afternoon he takes you on a picnic in a gorgeous local park, lays out a blanket n has a basket and everything its so sweet :((( he made sandwiches and they’re a little uglie but he tried n that’s the most important thing !! n he also brought fruit n cute snacks n stuff !! n brought milk n soda for drinks ♥♥

♡ then after you eat he takes you for a walk around the park with the intention to just hold hands romantically n talk n stuff like in the movies but it really just ends up with the both of you goofing off, running around and messing with the workout equipment on the trails and the little things to entertain kids. But !!! it’s actually super fun !! the both of you would have much rather that than just simply walking and talking. you walk by the pond and you two chase the ducks for a little before quickly realising your mistake and having to run from the mother duck hehe

♡ afterwards he takes you to get ice cream !!! It’s from a parlor just across the street from the park n it’s really good to cool you down from all the energy you exuded messing about in the park, so even if it’s cold during this time it feels good !!! after being so active, the two of you need to rest, so you sit outside the parlor and do your talking there, and now that you’re a little more tired, the conversation hits a little different. It’s mellow, and it’s perfect as the sun sets. 

♡ once it gets darker outside, he would take you to his apartment, where he would sit you at the dining room table with a glass of wine (or juice, whatever ur comfy with !!) while he quickly prepares dinner, nothing super fancy, just something small that he can whip up really quick because you two already ate a lot with the picnic and ice cream, but it’s still good !! he has a nice table cloth laid out and candles and it’s super cute :(((( 

♡  while you sit and eat, you two actually get to just.. talk, like you thought you were going to do on your walk, and it was really nice !! kotarou is so energetic and dramatic so it was sort of relaxing to hold a more calm conversation with him :>> you two talk about anything and everything and he, or the both of you get a little tipsy on the wine but its okay, it adds to the atmosphere 

♡  after  you’re done eating he sets you up on his couch and turns on a movie, and you almost laugh because it was a movie you were trying to watch with him for a while, but he always kept finding some sort of excuse not to, and this must have been why ♥ you don’t mind though !! you think it was really cute that he wanted to save it for today hehe. he cuddles you on the couch and it’s so warm and content that the two of you end up falling asleep right there, halfway through the movie !! but its okay, because you two had a long day, and finished it happily and contently ♥♥♥

[clericbyers]

I just feel that the fandom really needs someone to rewrite the movie date byler scene except when they're looking at each other's lips they actually do something about it

then i hope the fandom may be pleased

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Mike biked under the pink and blue neon lights that spelled Starcourt up above on the entrance to the new mall. He was panting from the ride, the summer night’s warm breeze not enough to cool his body from the exertion he put into the ride. He skidded to a stop and hopped off the bike seat as Lucas approached him, Max and Will flanking either side of him.

“You’re late. Again.” Lucas announced as if Mike didn’t know that already. Mike turned to him, noting his irritated posture and Max’s equally irritated raised eyebrows. Will was a bit more patient, he always was when Mike was concerned, but he knew the brunette was just as irritated as Lucas and Max, he just wasn’t prone to showing it.

“Sorry,” started Mike with a heavy huff. He slid his bike between the metal bars next to Lucas’ bike and turned to face his friends.

Will stepped forward with a small frown and Mike’s gaze moved to him without a second thought. The lights tinted his face blue and made the shadows in his gaze darker. Mike felt a bit guilty about his lateness just looking at Will but he stuffed that emotion down and refused to let it cross his face when Will spoke up. “We’re gonna miss the opening.”

“Yeah,” snorted Mike, “if you guys keep whining about it. Let’s go.”

“If you guys keep whining about it,” Lucas mimicked as Mike approached by him. The immature urge to stick his tongue out at the other boy struck Mike but he shoved it aside as he patted Will’s arm in a motion for him to follow his lead.

Mike shoved a little at Lucas when he wouldn’t move and kept making faces during his Mike mimicry. “Just please stop talking about it, dude.”

Will laughed. It was a light chuckle that mostly went unnoticed in the bustling crowd but Mike could always hear Will’s voice no matter what other noises surrounded them. He turned on his heels and walked backwards for a few steps to send Will a returning small smile, only turning back when Lucas shoved him a bit and grumbled under his breath for him to keep moving.

“Let me guess though,” Lucas began after clearing his throat, “you were too busy fawning over El to remember to check the time?”

“Oh yeah, real mature, Lucas,” snarled Mike. “How many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends now?”

Lucas kept making kissing sounds and Mike really wanted to punch him. “Mwah, mwah, mwah; Oh El, I want you back so we can kiss forever and ever like we used to and never hang out with any of our friends.”

Mike turned on Lucas with a glare. “I do hang out with you guys even when we were together; what do you think this is? Me and my imaginary friends?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if we’re imaginary to you now.”

That stung a lot. Mike grit his teeth and increased his stride as he turned back toward the crowds. His eyes followed the messy lines and jumbled colors of typical modern fashion and it was an easy distraction from Lucas’ words even if it spiked his anxiety. He could hear Max reprimanding Lucas but he didn’t bother to comment on anything and simply forged the path ahead through the crowds for his friends to follow. Will came up beside him and his simple presence managed to calm Mike down for reasons he didn’t understand and didn’t really want to understand. It was completely normal that Will helped Mike’s negative emotions dissipate, right? They’d been friends forever and Will knew what to do to help Mike as much as Mike knew how to help Will. They knew each other like no one else—hell, he was the only one in the Party who knew exactly why Mike and El broke up two weeks ago.

I don’t think you like me enough for this, Mike.

Distracted by his thoughts, Mike stumbled off the escalator and bumped into a teenage girl, who glared at him as he apologized and regathered his balance. Embarrassment coursed through his veins but he trudged on, keeping his head down as Lucas bickered with his younger sister. Will’s hand brushed against Mike’s when he nervously brought a hand up to play with his bottom lip and he turned to face the shorter brunette, eyebrows raised even though Will wasn’t looking up at him. The distraction was enough though and Mike felt not an ounce of anxiety as the quartet turned into Scoops Ahoy.

Mike quickly strode to the countertop bell and tapped it 7 times as Robin rolled her eyes. She never seemed to like them when they arrived; her mood almost constantly dropped once she spotted them enter the ice cream parlor. Mike was never quite sure why but she seemed to always target her irritation toward him in particular. Secretly, he wondered if Robin had some unresolved girl business with Nancy and he found himself caught in the middle of it by being Nancy’s brother. “Hey dingus, your children are here!”

The back window slid open and Steve Harrington appeared looking displeased as always. He obviously hated working here, looking dorky in his white sailor hat that had Ahoy blazed across the fabric in a cheerful manner that contrasted the annoyance on his face. “Again? Seriously?”

Mike pursed his lips and gave Steve an unamused look, ringing the bell one last time.

Steve let them through the back of the shop with the usual reminder. “I swear if anybody hears about this, you’re dead.” Mike smirked to himself though; they knew how to be sneaky, more than anyone in this town probably knew. Some of the largest government secrets were secrets held by them, nightmares that followed them in shadows in the months since the Mind Flayer possessed Will and El closed the gate. The Party knew how to keep quiet so Steve had nothing to worry about, yet it still humored Mike that he felt a need to constantly give them a reminder.

The group rushed down the halls to the theater’s side exit and Mike opened the door to check and see if anyone was coming. When the coast was clear, he motioned for his friends to follow him into the theater playing Day of the Dead. They arrived just as the final preview was ending on screen, Mike making his way toward a pair of empty seats as Max and Lucas did the same two rows ahead of them. It was always like this; Mike and Will, Max and Lucas. No one had to say a thing about how they arranged themselves from even day one. Even when Dustin had joined them the week before he went to camp, he sat with Lucas and Max on Lucas’ other side and kept bickering with him about the snacks he had snuck inside. Now though, without Dustin there to be a buffer to Lucas and Max’s movie date, that changed the way Mike and Will ended up pairing themselves. Or at least it did in Mike’s mind. He couldn’t speak for Will. Did Will even realize how they were paired up like this, like couples? Even if he and Will weren’t a couple—which Mike still didn’t know how to feel about, which was even more confusing because shouldn’t his answer be that he’s completely fine with not being with Will that way?—they still never bothered to sit separately or even sit in the same row as Lucas and Max.

When the boys settled in, Mike called out to Lucas to bite back about how they made it on time. Lucas made some side comment back that Mike couldn’t really hear, but it had Max giggling so he wasn’t too unnerved by what he could have said. Will shifted beside him so Mike turned his attention on him, ooh-ing when he noticed Will was the one who had brought snacks this time around. He reached into the bag to grab a soda can and a bag of Skittles, raising an eyebrow at Will’s D&D character binder inside the backpack. He tapped at it, curious as to why Will was carrying it around, but Will merely gave him a look before grabbing the rest of his goods to distribute to Lucas and Max. Mike settled into his seat and cleared his mind of the day’s grievances, letting the hours he had spent at Hopper’s cabin helping teach El a little bit more about the basics of the world wash over him as the theater dipped into darkness and the feature film projected onto the screen. His concentration was ensnared by the movie and when the film suddenly flickered to a stop and the screen blanked, he was snapped out of the slight hypnotism and felt exasperation fill his chest with a displeasured moan.

The theater was filled with people protesting the sudden black out. Mike hated the noise and he rather wished everyone would silence and simply wait for the theater staff to fix the problem. A shiver went up his spine at the thought of this darkness lasting for the rest of the night and he fought against his eye’s natural inability to see in darkness to spot Lucas and Max talking between themselves as everyone waited. It didn’t take long for the projector to start back up and the film wound itself where it had stopped. The theater broke out into cheers and excitement and Mike smiled to himself, chancing Will a glance to spot the other boy smiling softly yet not as enthusiastic as everyone else. He watched Will for a moment longer, unsure if everything was really as fine as the crowd seemed to think it was. Will brought a hand up to his neck, rubbing slowly as if feeling for something and Mike leaned in.

“Hey,” he started softly, kindly, gently, lovingly, like he spoke toward no one else.

Mike was worried; Will’s face had gone slack with something akin to horror but the darkness of the theater left Mike unable to know for sure. Will gasped at Mike’s voice though and started to pull his hand away as he turned to face Mike. He seemed discombobulated, yanked from his thoughts violently enough that his face was left vulnerable to any and all emotion. When he looked at Mike, his eyes began to soften and Mike felt his heart repeatedly cartwheel in his chest from the intensity of his gaze. Will’s lips softened into a gentle smile and Mike couldn’t help but look down at the curvature of his lips, his thoughts racing at the proximity between them as the crowd continued their noise.

A beat passed. Will parted his lips, tongue peaking out to wet the pink flesh, and Mike’s heart jumped off a cliff. Will suddenly shook his head and grabbed his backpack. He stuffed his things inside as Mike watched him wordlessly with a crease in his brow. “Will?” he whispered, hesitant to get up yet his legs did so without conscious action of it. “You okay?”

“I, uh, yeah,” he panted, which was odd given his breathing had been fine just a few seconds ago. Will pointed toward the exit. “I just need a breather.”

Mike heard someone in the row behind him whisper at him to sit his tall ass down but he sent the owner of the voice a glare before reaching out toward Will. “You sure? You can leave your bag with me you know.”

Panic returned to Will’s face like he had something in his bag that he didn’t want Mike to see. He clutched the backpack closer to himself and stood up. “Of course; I just need…I need air.” Mike frowned. Will was rarely this flustered so it would be hard for him to convince Mike he was truly okay. “I’ll be back.”

Mike followed him anyway, pretty sure the people behind him hated his guts for standing up for so long. And with Will gone, Mike wouldn’t be to concentrate on the movie anyway. His mind would be too worried about what exactly was troubling Will. Mike clambered over people’s laps and apologized as his legs knocked their knees but he had to quickly make his way after Will. He called out for the boy once he reached the theater lobby, brown eyes searching through the night crowds for the familiar face of his best friend. He turned on his heel to rush toward the bathrooms, figuring Will might had hid in there to avoid people and find some solitude. Mike felt a bit guilty about possibly breaking Will’s solitude but he knew Will wouldn’t really mind. He was comforted by Mike’s presence too and that similarity between them would always ensure that Mike would be there for his friend as much as Will was there for him.

“Will?” he asked once the bathroom door closed behind him. It was surprisingly empty—he expected more people inside but was grateful that he hadn’t simply stumbled into another crowd. One of the stall doors was closed so he went to the plastic door and knocked three times. “Will, are you there?”

“I thought you were gonna stay and watch,” came Will’s weak response. He didn’t sound like he had been crying—Will was a very strong-hearted boy and tears only came in the most emotionally draining of times—but he sounded very exhausted and defeated.

Mike leaned against the door. “Maybe if you hadn’t bolted from the theater like you did, I would.”

“I’m sorry.”

Guilt punched Mike’s stomach. “No, no, it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.” He turned to face the door and pressed a palm against it. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just worried about you. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Will shuffled on the other side. “I’m fine, Mike. You don’t need to harp.”

“Can I come in then? I know you’re not taking a dump.”

Laughter. Sweet, refreshing laughter even if it was tainted with a bit of hysteria from emotional distress. A click came next. “The door is unlocked.”

Mike opened it and clambered inside. He somewhat regretted the decision when he turned to lock the door and found they really didn’t have much room between them like this. Will was seated on the commode, knees pulled up to his chest as he rested his chin on his knees. Mike felt his heart squeeze in sympathy at the sight. His eyes caught Will’s backpack on the cold, tile floor beneath them and he pointed to it. “What’s in the bag you don’t want me to know about?”

“What?” Will looked over at it and his cheeks went pink. “Oh. Nothing important.”

“Your D&D binder is in there.”

Will shrugged. “That’s nothing to write home about.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I just,” and Mike knelt down to grab the backpack, only stopping when Will cried out and untangled himself to reach down and grab it before Mike could.

Will’s hand fell on top of Mike’s and Mike could feel his cheeks burning with heat at the feeling. He was often the one always reaching out, always touchy and comforting in the way he knew worked best with Will, but Will rarely took his hand first, rarely nudged him first, rarely touched first in general, but then Mike was reminded of Will’s fingers brushing against his hand when he was anxious in the mall’s crowds earlier that night. He tried to think back on all the little things Will did to comfort him as he stared at Will’s unmoving hand, and when he looked up, Will was staring right back at him. His eyes were large, green-hazel irises vibrant under the fluorescent bathroom lights. Pink dusted his cheeks in a flush that alluded more toward blush than any physical exertion. His nostrils flared once, flashes fluttering when his eyes darted down to Mike’s lips and—oh, they were so close like this. If Mike really thought about it, he could faintly feel Will’s breath on his lips, more of a ghost feeling than anything, and he…he liked it.

“Mike,” croaked Will. His voice was filled with fear and uncertainty. Mike wanted to wash it away and fill the boy’s soul with comfort and nurtured protection.

Mike slowly turned his hand so his palm was up against Will’s and he didn’t break eye contact with Will as he arranged his hand so he could slip his fingers between Will’s own. He squeezed once, watched the pink in Will’s cheeks turn red, and he knew exactly why he was bothered by the fact that he and Will weren’t together that way. “Whenever you get that view-master feeling,” he started, watching Will’s eyes comically widen, “and you feel stuck between the slides—,”

“—remember you’re not alone.” Will whispered along, his voice shaking at the edges. “Crazy together.”

Mike squeezed Will again, letting his thumb rub the back of the other boy’s hand. “Never forget it’s crazy together. Not just you, not just me. Both of us.”

And then Will kissed him.

Mike’s eyes widened and he released Will’s hand out of shock. Before he could even physically react—mentally, he was jumping between absolute elation and pure fright—Will pulled away and started climbing off the toilet seat. His face was vibrant red and he refused to make eye contact with Mike as he grabbed his bag and stood up, making his way around Mike toward the door. When he heard the click of the door unlock, Mike quickly stood up, gangly limbs flailing as he reached up to grab the top of the door and keep it shut. This pinned Will between the door and Mike’s chest, which had the brunette panicked when he spun around to protest Mike’s sudden actions. Mike reached down to lock the door and then grabbed Will’s face before leaning in to kiss him. He probably looked stupid, eyes squeezed shut and lips puckered like an idiot even though he knew he should let his lips relax and melt against Will’s own. He knew how to kiss and how to let someone kiss him, but nervousness had him acting like he was 12 again.

Maybe it was apropos that he was kissing like a 12-year-old: sloppy, miscalculated, too firm with pressing their lips together and pressing his nose into Will’s cheek. It made Mike feel like he was having his very first kiss all over again; a rebirth of sorts if he really thought about it. Eventually he relaxed and loosened his lips until he had Will’s top lip between his own. He sighed as he pressed in gently, gasping when Will squirmed against him and deepened the kiss as his fists clung to the lapels of Mike’s jean vest. He kissed Will again and again, each kiss belaying a promise to be together, and Will kissed him again and again, repeating the promise and making his own in turn. It was slow; each boy caught in the overwhelming feeling of their lips pressed together and tasting each other and the sizzling emotions that buzzed through them from the constant yet morphing contact.

Mike never wanted this to end. He never wanted to stop tasting Will on his lips but the bang of the bathroom door opening combined with hearty, loud laughter had them splitting apart with a quickness. Will paled so fast Mike thought he would go dizzy from the blood loss but Mike motioned for him to sit on the toilet and pull his feet up so people could only see one pair of legs under the stall as they walked by. Only the sounds of the intruders filled the air. Mike and Will weirdly avoided eye contact with each other until the bathroom emptied out and Will let out a held breath. Mike wasn’t sure if the kissing mood was back—kissing in a bathroom stall was a bit gross anyway—but he really wanted to kiss Will again and ensure that what happened between them wasn’t a dumb vision in his head. He couldn’t find the words to ask though and Will was already climbing off his seat and silently squeezing past Mike to open the door.

They didn’t speak anymore as they left the bathroom stall. Will stood beside him as they both examined themselves in the mirror, fixing their hair and washing their faces so the fish looked more natural in case anyone started asking questions. Mike could feel Will’s body heat like a heater and he wanted to tuck himself next to it for the rest of his days. They walked out the bathroom together too, still silent as they made their way back to their theater and returned to their still empty seats. Lucas and Max watched them with worried gazes but Mike waved them off and they turned back to the movie with shared shrugs.

Mike had practically convinced himself that making out with Will in the bathroom had been a trippy hallucination by the time the movie reached its final scenes. He felt weird, disappointed almost, that he finally realized what he wanted and figured out why El was right when she said he didn’t like her enough to be her boyfriend. But then a calm warmth covered his hand on his thigh and Mike quickly turned to Will, who was blushing but still watching the movie. Will’s fingers started tapping against Mike and it took him a moment to realize it was Morse code.

Is being together okay?

Mike nodded and used his other hand to tap Will in return. More than okay. A pause. What was in your backpack though?

Will sent him a shy smile. I’ll tell you later.

And later, when Lucas and Max left Starcourt before they did, Will opened up his backpack and pulled out a sheet of paper from his D&D binder that he quickly folded and pressed it into Mike’s hand. “Don’t be grossed out or whatever when you see it.”

Mike watched blue and pink dance on Will’s skin, giving him an enchanting glow that added to the surreality of the situation. He tucked the paper into his jeans’ pocket with a shrug. “I had your tongue in my mouth earlier so I don’t think a love letter is gonna phase me.”

Will swatted Mike and grabbed his bike. “It’s not like that! Just a stupid doodle.”

The ride back into the resident part of town was spent with Mike teasing Will and trying to guess what exactly was on the paper. Will wouldn’t budge with the details but he did whisper a small thank you when Mike wordlessly passed by the Wheeler’s house and followed Will all the way home. On the Byers’ porch, Mike teased Will with one more joke before kissing his cheek and wishing him a goodnight. Will’s eyes were glowing so bright he could probably outshine the stars and Mike felt cozy inside knowing he had a part in making Will this happy.

At home, Mike unfolded the sheet of paper in the privacy of his room and laughed. It wasn’t much—just their initials in some fancy calligraphy with a heart drawn around it—but it certainly would have been embarrassing for Mike to see without Will’s explicit permission. He traced the letters with a steady finger, thinking about how Will had spent his time drawing this out with the idea that it would be something he could never confess yet kept it close to himself in his backpack for who knew how long. Mike wondered if Will ever planned to show him but figured that was a question that didn’t need an answer. He refolded the sheet and tucked it in the back of his dresser before climbing into his bed to sleep on the exciting and life-changing fact that he, Mike Wheeler, was together with Will Byers.

(The next morning, when Jonathan was stopped by Joyce and she smeared Nancy’s lipstick from his cheek, Will called it gross because, well it kinda was. Joyce claimed that he wouldn’t find things like that gross once he fell in love. Will paused as he grabbed the maple syrup bottle, acted as if he was deeply contemplating something, and then shook his head as he began to pour. “It’s still gross,” he replied, smiling when Joyce’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to ask who Will had fallen in love with, only to be distracted by the fallen magnets on the floor near the fridge.

She never did get to ask but it wasn’t necessary when she reunited with the kids at Starcourt and watched how Will and Mike gravitated toward each other. They weren’t subtle even when they were trying to be, just as kids usually are about their romantic entanglements, and Joyce could do nothing but smile despite the seriousness of the situation as the two boys tried their best to hide the affectionate gazes they couldn’t help but exchange.)

[lovevalley45]

Naterad and Zava on a double date, the tarazi sibs in love with their dumb dates who are currently acting very much like siblings by arm wrestling at the table

this is a top tier idea and i did immediately have to write it

Downtime, actual downtime off the ship without the threat of something coming along and fucking it up, was a rarity for the Legends. It was even rarer that the reason they stopped wasn’t because the ship had busted itself off.

The idea to grab lunch had technically been Behrad’s. But the idea to turn it into a double date had been Zari’s. 

Now the four of them found themselves in some dimly lit pizza parlor in D.C., sharing a booth. It wasn’t that crowded for a Thursday afternoon, meaning that they could be as loud as they wanted. Which was nice, because they weren’t exactly a quiet bunch.

“Best out of three?” Nate asked after Ava had slammed his fist down on the table. 

“Why? You’re just going to lose again,” she shot back.

Behrad snickered into his soda and his boyfriend turned to him. “You’re supposed to be supporting me here, B.”

“She has a point,” he told him.

“Hold on, let me actually film this time,” Zari said, going to her camera app. 

“You are all so mean to me,” Nate said.

Ava cracked her knuckles with a grin. “We’re not mean.”

“You’re literally preparing to take me down in an arm wrestling contest. That’s not fair!”

“Because I didn’t let you use my steel powers so you could break my hand in the process?”

“Yeah, I think Sara will be pissed if she heard that we were getting injured in random arm wrestling contests,” Behrad added. 

“Whatever.” Nate held his hand out again. “I’m gonna take you down this time, Sharpe.”

She grasped his hand. “Not likely.”

As they started to grapple again, Zari turned to her brother. “Look at that eye candy.”

Behrad nodded appreciatively at Nate’s bare bicep. “Yeah, I’m in it for the muscles too.”

“What are you two talking about?” Ava asked, her voice a little strained.

“How hot you look,” she told her girlfriend plainly. 

“Oh.”

That apparently distracted her enough to let Nate win, slamming her hand to the table. “Woo!” He raised both his hands up in the air. “Told you!”

“Great job, bro.” Behrad leaned over to kiss him. 

Zari glanced over with a frown. “Sorry I made you lose, babe.”

“It’s fine,” Ava said. “I won once.”

“Hey, didn’t you say best out of three?” Behrad asked.

“Yeah, Nate. I can still get a win out of this,” she said.

Nate lowered his arms. “Damn, I did say that.”

“Lucky us,” Zari muttered.

“Lucky us indeed,” her brother added.

[lad-so]

Weird (Ben Solo x Reader)

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader Modern AU

Word Count: 914 words

“Here are your things and I’ll have your mom sign you out. Yay! You’re finally getting out of the Psychiatric Ward! How’re you feeling?” The nurse asks. You accept the bag of clothing and packets of self-help books as you think back to your recovery period. 

Going to group therapy sessions and taking a break from the stressful things in life had helped you build yourself back up from a broken teenager that felt nothing. Finally, you could smile and do the things you love. You’re a bit anxious about how you’re going to tell your friends about why you left them on read for a couple of days. Despite that, you’re feeling good and ready to take on the world!

“I think I feel better now, much less shittier I suppose.” You grin and the nurse pats your back. 

Two weeks earlier, you had tried to drown yourself in a tub of ice cold water. Your consciousness wandered as your muscle memory led you to almost kill yourself. Washed up at 18? It was very understandable. 

Mom kept yelling at you for being disrespectful when you had done nothing wrong. Dad sat on the sidelines, along with your siblings. They watched Mom scream and shout at a Depressed kid who is already on the verge of overdosing on pills. 

Soon, you became a hollow person who just felt tired and lonely. There were even nights where you’d recall all the things that Mom said to you and you’d recount them to the therapist from the Crisis Text Line or you’d text Ben Solo.

He had Daddy issues and was also diagnosed with Depression but he had medicine to help him cope with the anxiety attacks and the lowest of the lows. Most importantly of all, Ben understood you. He understood what it was like to be a disappointment in the eyes of a parent even though all you did was go about your day. 

Ben’s cute. He’s tall and he gives the best hugs. He was always warm and that was something that you needed since your days are always filled with snow, dry and cold breezes, itchy sweaters, and emotionless dazes outside the window of your classroom. Everything about him is soft and his smile lights up the room (even though he doesn’t do it very often and you wish he does because oh my god) 

Even though you were scared of human contact, you decided to text him two days later… 

One whole bucket of caramel popcorn, snuggling, holding hands, and a soda or two later, You and Ben exit the theater and sit on the bench by the ice cream parlor. You had hoped that they were still open but sadly, they closed early. So had all the other cafes near the theater so you and Ben had to settle with the cold metal bench in the winter. 

“So… How have you been? I heard that you got released from the hospital the other day.” Ben slung his arm around your shoulders and you couldn’t help but scooch in a little closer to him because hot diggity dang. 

“Feeling less depressed. I was told that it wasn’t going to go away anytime soon so might as well get out and watch a movie with someone.” You replied.

“I have one question to ask if you don’t mind…” Ben tries to make eye contact with you but all he can see is the top of your head. However, he continues slowly. “I was wondering… Out of all the people you could have asked to go out with tonight, why did you ask me?” 

Because I fucking like you, stupid. Oh how you wanted to say it so badly but his inquiry prompted more lack of eye contact because you can feel blood rushing to your head. Your cheeks are burning and did it suddenly get super hot?

“Well… It’s because… I haven’t been able to sit down and chat with you for some time. I thought that it would be nice if we went out together!” You carefully chose your words but when you finally got the courage to look up at Ben, he had a sad look on his face. It was as if he was hoping that this was a DATE and not just two friends going out for a fun time. 

A car beeps in the distance and you see Dad’s car. Suddenly, you stood up and gestured for Ben to walk with you. You managed to get two steps away from the bench when Ben tugged on your wrist and brought you in for a hug. 

“Ben, my dad is watching.” You warned him. 

He pulled away slightly and leaned in closer. 

You had the urge to meet Ben halfway. 

He moves a little bit closer. 

Just a little bit more.

Aaaand…

You moved your head so that Ben’s lips met the soft skin of your forehead instead. Ben pulled away and whispered, “If you need any help, I’ll be here for you.” Speechless, all you could do was nod in response. Ben let go of the warm embrace and you continued walking towards Dad’s car. You turned around and shouted at a retreating Ben. 

“See you later, alligator!”

To which Ben replied with a hopeful, “After a while, crocodile.”

You enter the car and you are bombarded by your mother’s questions and fangirling. One in particular made you very mad at yourself.

“You kissed Ben!”

“Mom!”

[zen3to5]

J/H 3-10: Fez Gets The Girl

Well, the re-tread's done - now here we go in earnest!

Following along with the production order rather than the air dates, we now come to "Fez Gets The Girl." I've left the "A" story with Red and Eric untouched, and the "B" story with Fez and Caroline has only minor adjustments. I've kept everything, however, to provide context and to try and simulate a proper 22-minute episode. Now, as for the stuff that I did re-write...well, read on, my friends.

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SHOW TITLE   EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY - DAY   The boys are gathered around the Vista Cruiser. ERIC leans inside from the open driver’s seat window, working on the speakers.   HYDE: Where’s the tunes, Forman?   ERIC: Hang on, you guys. Just one more wire here.   FEZ: I learned how to speak English faster than this.   KELSO: Fez, it’s not real English if you speak it with a foreign accent. Geez.   Eric finishes his adjustments. ROCK MUSIC plays loudly from the car. The boys all smile and start to head bang.   ERIC: Aren’t these the coolest?   FEZ: I can’t hear you.   ERIC: I know! They’re the greatest speakers ever!   Eric jumps onto the hood of the car, slides down to the end, and starts playing air guitar.   RED, dressed for work, steps out from the kitchen. He stares at his son and rolls his eyes.   RED: Eric!   Eric, not hearing, continues to jam. The other boys retreat through the garage. Red crosses to the car and shuts off the radio. Eric, finally noticing his father, sits upright on the hood of the car.   ERIC: Oh, hey, Dad. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.   RED: Well, I guess ‘cause you were too busy making an ass of yourself.   ERIC: Actually, I was trying out my new speakers. What do you think?   RED: New speakers? What was wrong with the old ones? Those were genuine GM parts!   ERIC: (beat) Uh... these are louder.   RED: Yeah, well – just keep your monkey music turned down. And go grab your smock. We gotta go to work.   Eric hops off the car and heads inside.   BOB (v.o.): Hey, Red! Is that you?   RED: Oh, cripes.   Red leans into the car and turns the speakers back on, at full volume, just as BOB enters. He smiles and leans on the passenger’s side door.   BOB: (to Red)  Hiya, neighbor!   RED: Can’t hear you, Bob. I’m testing out Eric’s new speakers.   Bob looks confused and wanders off the way he came. Once he leaves the driveway, Red turns the radio off and smiles.   RED: (indicates the speakers) Not bad.

MAIN CREDITS   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - EVENING   Red and Eric sit at the dining table, eating their dinners. KITTY crosses from the counter to the table as Red talks.   RED: Boy, quite a day at Price Mart, Kitty. First, the price of light bulbs dropped two cents, then Eric was made employee of the month, and to top it off, they added Cheez-Its to the vending machine.   Eric looks up from his plate.   ERIC: Are you serious?   RED: Yep. Tiny little squares with the cheese flavor baked right in.   ERIC: Am I really Price Mart employee of the month?   RED: You sure are.    Kitty applauds wildly.   KITTY: Yay!   RED: (to Eric) And they even decided to throw in an extra 25 cents an hour.   ERIC: Oh, yes!   RED: I gotta admit, Eric. I had my doubts, but hell, you’ve hardly embarrassed me.   ERIC: (beat) Thanks, Dad. Oh, this is great. Whoo! Price Mart rocks!   LAURIE enters from the living room and joins the family at the table.   KITTY: Oh, Laurie, tell everyone your good news.   LAURIE: I just finished my first two weeks of cosmetology school!   KITTY: And she didn’t flunk out! Isn’t that great?   RED: (to Laurie) That is great, honey. Nice job.   Red leans over and gives Laurie a kiss on the cheek.   LAURIE: Thanks, Daddy. But I’m a little worried. We’re not allowed to practice on dummies anymore and I can’t find anyone who’ll let me style their hair for my next exam.   KITTY: Oh, honey, you’ll do fine. We’re all here to support you.   LAURIE: Great. So, you don’t mind being my model?   KITTY: (quickly) Oh, honey, no, no. I go to the beauty parlor. Maybe Eric can help out.   ERIC: Oh, sure. Laurie, first of all – always run with scissors.   Laurie makes a face at him.   KITTY: (to Eric) Boy, I never get tired of your sarcasm.   ERIC: Really?   Red clears his throat.   ERIC (cont’d): Sorry.   KITTY: Red, would you like to be a hair model?   RED: Kitty, I would like to have hair. Period. But I don’t. So, no.   Red pats Laurie on the back, then stands and heads for the counter.   LAURIE: It’s fine, Mom. I’ll just get Kelso to do it. He shorted out my hair dryer last week when we were all done -   She looks over at Red, who glares back.   LAURIE (cont’d): ... “talking,” so he owes me one.   KITTY: (beat) Well, that’s very nice.   RED: Sure it is, kitten. And hey, you’ll be practicing on a dummy after all.   He and Eric both laugh.   ERIC: All right, Dad!   He points to Red, who salutes with a beer can. They keep laughing while Laurie scowls and Kitty goes back to her dinner.   CUT TO:   INT. THE HUB - NIGHT   A quiet night at the Hub. The gang have two small tables pulled together. Eric, KELSO, and FEZ sit around one, with Eric backwards in his chair as Kelso and Fez both sip at their sodas. HYDE and JACKIE sit on opposite sides of the other table, bent over a beat-up chess board and set.   The chess game is clearly in Hyde’s favor. Jackie hesitantly reaches for one of the white bishops and pushes it forward.   HYDE:  Can’t move that way.   Jackie pouts. She sets the bishop back and picks up a white knight.   HYDE (cont’d): No.   Jackie’s pout deepens. She tries to pull a rook diagonally.   HYDE (cont’d): No.   With more force than necessary, Jackie slams the rook back on the board, picks up a white pawn, and takes a black pawn.   HYDE (cont’d): There you go.   He moves a black bishop to take the square Jackie’s pawn was just on.   HYDE (cont’d): Checkmate.   He laughs and Jackie groans.   JACKIE: Steven, this game is so stupid!   HYDE: Nah, man. It’s the game of kings.   JACKIE: Oh yeah? (lifts her king) Then why can’t the king do anything? The queen – (holds up her queen) Has all the power, does all the work, and – (looks at the queen) Deserves a way prettier crown.   She sets the pieces back down and crosses her arms. Hyde shrugs and turns toward the guys.   ERIC: So, guys, not only are they gonna hang my picture in front of the store, but I also get to represent our entire district in the national Price Mart Olympics.   Everyone gives disinterested nods. Jackie starts resetting the chess pieces.   FEZ: That’s nice. (beat) Do you think I would choke to death if I swallowed my straw?   KELSO: No, it’s got a breathing hole.   Fez takes his straw from his soda cup and puts it in his mouth.   ERIC/HYDE/JACKIE: Fez, no.   Reluctantly, Fez puts his straw back in his cup.   From the table behind the gang, an ATTRACTIVE BLONDE stands and crosses to the juke box, sparing a look Fez’s way as she passes him. Fez sits up straight as she leans on the juke box.   FEZ:  Oh, my God. There she is.   JACKIE: Who is that?   FEZ: The new girl, Caroline. She transferred here from Sacred Heart. Or Heaven, I’m not sure which. We have gym together. She barely sweats. Some day, I will make her my bride.   HYDE: Yep, no one likes a sweaty bride.   The guys all mutter in agreement, while Jackie rolls her eyes.   HYDE (con’d): Hey, why don’t you go talk to her, man?   FEZ: Oh, I...   He trails off into nervous mumbling. Pop music begins to play.   CUT TO:   FANTASY SEQUENCE. The Hub is dark, save for two spotlights, one on CAROLINE and the other on Fez. He rises, crosses to Caroline, and spins her around to face him.   FEZ: You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.   CAROLINE: Thank you. Your cocoa-brown skin makes me hot.   FEZ: I know. I am irresistible. Would you like to dance?   Caroline nods. They begin to dance, the spotlights following their steps. After a twirl, they separate, Caroline returning to the juke box and Fez to his seat.   CUT TO:   Back in the real world. Fez sucks nervously on his soda.   HYDE: Hey. Why don’t you go talk to her, man?   FEZ: Oh, I don’t know, Hyde. I can’t. I don’t understand this. Usually, I am... I am suave, I am silky.   The gang stares.   FEZ (cont’d): But this girl makes me... I have to go to the bathroom.   Fez quickly stands and moves to the bathroom, taking his soda with him.   ERIC: Anyway, getting back to Price Mart –   HYDE/KELSO/JACKIE: Shut up!   ERIC: Yeah.   DONNA enters through the Hub door. She hurries over to the gang and takes Fez’s empty chair.   DONNA: Oh, my God. You guys are never gonna believe this.   ERIC: Wait, no – me first.   DONNA: Okay, go.   ERIC: Okay. I, Eric Forman – your boyfriend – am Price Mart’s newest employee of the month.   DONNA: (beat) Eric, that’s great. Are you done?   ERIC: Oh, yeah. Top that, cupcake.   DONNA: Okay. Kat Peterson’s parents are out of town this Saturday, and she’s throwing a huge party. Two bucks a head, anyone’s in, and – seven minutes in heaven. But instead of a closet, it’s in the guest bedroom.   KELSO: All right!   He stands and hollers. Jackie and Hyde both nod and smile. Eric slowly stands, mouth open.   DONNA: (to Eric) You and me – we’re going.   ERIC: Oh, my God, no. Did you say Saturday? I... I can’t go Saturday. It’s inventory night. It’s mandatory.   DONNA: Skip it, Eric. We both need this party. Call in sick. Tell them your grandma died. (snaps fingers) Burn down the store.   ERIC: You’re right. You know what? I’m going.   Donna snaps her fingers again and grins.   ERIC (cont’d): Ah, I can’t go.   He slumps back down in his chair. Slowly, so does Kelso.   KELSO: Man, Saturday night? I’m out too. That’s the night Laurie’s doing my hair.   Everyone turns to stare at Kelso. He looks around at all of them, pouting.   KELSO: It’s for her beauty school classes. Education is important, people!   ERIC: (stands) No, I am going! (sits) Ah, I can’t go.   DONNA: Are you sure?   ERIC: Yeah, I can’t. You know, everyone has to work. No exceptions. Plus, Red and I – we’re both kind of supervising.   HYDE: Corporate America claims another victim.   DONNA: Eric, it’s okay. You’re a really responsible guy. I love and hate that about you.   KELSO: Okay, you know what? I’m not embarrassed that Laurie’s doing my hair. Yeah, ‘cause everybody goes to get their hair cut anyway, and if I have my girlfriend do it – well, then, that just saves money. And it gets expensive, staying this pretty.   He points to his head as he shakes it, tossing his bangs to and fro.   Jackie tugs on Hyde’s arm and points to the reset chess board.   JACKIE: Okay, Steven. Try to beat me now.   She confidently moves a pawn forward. Hyde calmly moves one of his forward. Jackie advances another pawn. Hyde, having freed his queen, moves it into the Fool’s Mate.   HYDE: Checkmate.   He grins as Jackie gasps, covers her mouth, and looks back and forth from Hyde to the chess board.   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - DAY   The next morning. Laurie is rifling through a large bag full of beauty products on the table. All around her are hot rollers, styling wands, brushes, applicators, scissors, and hairspray cans, all immaculately clean.   Kitty enters from the living room, sees Laurie, and chuckles.   KITTY: Well, now. This is nice. Look at you, getting all your things nice and ready for your big exam.   LAURIE: Oh, no, Mom. This is all mine.   Kitty glances, disbelievingly, at the mess on her table.   LAURIE (cont’d): Yeah... I should probably find something to use on Kelso, huh?   Kitty shakes her head and returns to the living room. Laurie shrugs and goes back to rifling through her things.   CUT TO:   INT. SMILEY’S – DAY   Early afternoon at a small local diner. Red and Eric sit at a small table, their meals finished. Eric stares off into space, a look of pride on his face, as Red chews on a toothpick.   Eric turns to his dad and lifts up a KEYCHAIN.   ERIC: Oh, hey, did you see this? They gave me a Price Mart keychain. It’s got a knife and everything. Yeah, I keep it in my pocket. Some of the other guys get jealous.   Red takes the toothpick from his mouth.   RED: Look, Eric. I know you’re very excited about your raise and everything, but I don’t want you to get too caught up in this.   ERIC: Don’t worry, Dad. I’m not about to alienate my fellow employees with my award-winning work ethic. I read the signs in the breakroom. There’s no “I” in teamwork.   Red shakes his head. THE WAITRESS comes and presents him with the check.   WAITRESS: Here’s your check, sir, and thank you for eating at Smiley’s.   Eric reaches for the check. Red slaps his hand down on it.   RED: (laughs) Very funny.   ERIC: You know what, Dad? I got this.   RED: (beat) Take your hand off the check.   Eric stares at Red, refusing to let go. Red stares back and tugs at the check.   WAITRESS: I’ll come back.   She walks off, as Eric and Red continue to stare each other down.   CUT TO:   INT. THE HUB – DAY   Early afternoon, with steady business. Jackie and Hyde sit at a table against the wall, with Jackie in the booth seat. The chess board is between them again.   HYDE: Okay, let’s review. The bishop – (lifts one) Moves on the diagonal, the rook – (lifts one) Horizontal and vertical, and the knight – (lifts one) Can jump with a two-and-one L move.   JACKIE: (lifts her knight) Why is this only a horse’s head? How is he supposed to gallop to the queen’s rescue? And where are the prince and princess pieces?   Hyde sighs and takes the knight from Jackie, placing it back on the board.   Donna and Fez stand at the food counter waiting for their order. In front of them sits Caroline, studying. Donna notices, and points her out to Fez.   DONNA: Fez, is that her?   FEZ: Yes. I wish I could go talk to her, but I get so nervous.   DONNA: Fez, you shouldn’t be nervous. You’re awesome. What girl wouldn’t wanna be with you?   FEZ: Well, there is Jackie, Laurie, this girl from gym, another girl from chemistry, Country-Western star Tanya Tucker, who does not answer her letters, and, uh –   DONNA: Okay, stop. Whatever happened to suave, silky Fez?   FEZ: You’re right. I forgot about him. He’s hot.   DONNA: Exactly. So, go get her, Fez.   Donna pats Fez on the back and crosses to their table to join Jackie on the booth seat. Fez clears his throat and walks over to Caroline.   FEZ:  Caroline, it is Fez. May I sit?   Caroline looks up and nods eagerly. Fez pulls the free chair out and goes to sit down, but knocks Caroline’s food on the floor and misses the seat of the chair, falling to the ground. He immediately stands up, not meeting Caroline’s eyes.   FEZ: Okay, thank you.   Fez crosses to the bathroom door, pauses to glare at Donna.   FEZ: Great idea, Donna!   He disappears into the bathroom as Jackie, Hyde, and Donna choke down laughter. Jackie pats Donna on the shoulder.   FADE TO BLACK   COMMERCIAL   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - DAY   Later in the afternoon. Kitty scrubs the counter. Eric and Red enter from the patio door, mid-argument.   ERIC: Well, excuse me for trying to buy a co-worker lunch.   He shrugs his coat off.   RED: I am not your co-worker. You’re a high school kid with a part-time job. You’re temporary!   KITTY: Uh-oh! You know what ends fights? Pudding. Just give me seven minutes.   She moves to get the ingredients from the cupboard. Eric and Red cross past the counter.   RED: Eric, you’ve gotta stop acting like a big shot. You’re not the king of the world, you know.   ERIC: I’m employee of the month. I don’t have to take this.   He exits into the living room. Kitty, with milk and pudding mix, moves to the island.   RED: This is no good, Kitty.   KITTY: Well, what are you gonna do, Red? He’s growing up. There are worse things he could be than a little too proud of his first real job.   RED: Oh, yeah? Like what?   Kelso enters from the patio door and pats Red on the shoulder.   KELSO: Hey, Red. Is Laurie home?   Red and Kitty both slowly turn to look at Kelso. Red’s eyes dart from Kelso’s face to his hand on Red’s shoulder. Kelso withdraws his hand and hurries out of the kitchen into the living room.   BUMPER   INT. LAURIE’S ROOM - DAY   Kelso sits in a chair at the vanity. He bounces in his seat, a big smile on his face, as Laurie cleans a hairbrush.   Kelso looks up, sees Laurie is busy. With a sneaky expression, he slowly reaches for a pair of scissors on the vanity. He picks them up and starts to snip happily at the air.   Laurie, hearing the sound, smacks Kelso in the back of the head and takes the scissors from him.   LAURIE: I said, don’t touch anything!   She goes back to her brush as Kelso sinks lower into the chair.   CUT TO:   INT. THE HUB - DAY   Jackie and Donna are still at the wall table. Donna has taken Hyde’s place in the chess game. She moves a white piece, and Jackie moves a black piece into check.   JACKIE: Oh, my God! That’s check, right? I did it, Donna! I did it! Check, check, check!   She claps and wiggles in her chair. Donna laughs and moves out of check.   DONNA: Jackie, since when do you play chess?   JACKIE: Oh, Steven started teaching me a few days ago. Yeah, I wanted to play Mystery Date, but Steven said that if I so much as opened that game within ten feet of him, all the dates but the dud would never be seen or heard from again.   Donna laughs again, stands, and heads into the bathroom. Hyde, returning from the counter, takes her place.   JACKIE: So, Steven – I checked your king. Yeah, that’s right. I’m coming atcha. Let’s see you win now.   Hyde studies the board for a moment. He reaches out, his hand hesitating. Jackie grins. Hyde looks up at her, grins back, and moves his king, freeing his rook to form checkmate.   JACKIE (cont’d): Oh, come on!   CUT TO:   INT. HUB BATHROOM - DAY   Donna adjusts her hair. Caroline enters and comes up behind Donna, who sees her in the mirror.   DONNA: Hi.   CAROLINE: Hi. You’re Donna, right?   DONNA: Yeah, yeah.   CAROLINE: I’m Caroline. I think we have Spanish together.   DONNA: Oh, yeah. Hi.   CAROLINE: Hola. Um... you know that foreign guy you’re always hanging out with?   DONNA: Fez?   CAROLINE: Yeah, Fez. Um, is he... does he...   DONNA: Oh, my God. You like Fez? Oh, my God! Come on, I’ll introduce you to him.   CAROLINE: Oh, no, no. That’s okay. I just wanted to... I gotta go. Use the bano.   Caroline rushes into the stall. There is a banging sound on the walls.   CAROLINE (v.o.): Stupid, stupid, stupid!   Donna looks to the stall, then outward in thought.   CUT TO:   INT. LAURIE’S ROOM – NIGHT   Saturday night. Kelso’s styling is in progress. He is once again sitting at the vanity, a barber’s cape around him. His hair is wet and combed back. Laurie balances a pair of scissors and a comb in one hand and takes up a section of hair with the other, complicated by Kelso moving around. Just as she gets a section and moves to cut it, Kelso pulls away, smiling.   KELSO: Man, I love getting my hair done. Really makes you feel good, you know?   Laurie gives him a curt smile and nod, moves to take a section of hair. Kelso pulls away again.   KELSO (cont’d): Yeah, I’ve loved it ever since I was a kid. Going to the barber shop, getting all trimmed and cleaned up... plus, they had this lady barber with huge boobs. I used to check ‘em out in the mirror while she cut my hair.   He chuckles at the memory. Laurie grabs his head hard to steady him and takes a section of hair. She is just about to trim it when Kelso starts rocking back and forth in the chair.   KELSO (cont’d): Oh, and the best part? At the end of every haircut, they’d give me a lollipop.   He turns around to look at Laurie expectantly.   KELSO (cont’d): Do you have lollipops?   LAURIE: SHUT UP!   She grabs his head with both hands, yanks it forward, and locks it in place as well as she can with her elbows as she starts to trim a section of his hair.   Kelso’s eyes dart around the mirror of the vanity, and he starts to laugh.   KELSO: You know, the lady barber used to wear the same kind of sweaters in the winter. But that didn’t stop me.   Laurie slaps him on the back of the head with her comb, then goes back to work.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN LIVING ROOM – NIGHT   Red, dressed for work, is asleep in his chair, a magazine in his lap. Slow zoom in as we cut to:   INT. PRICE MART – DAY   DREAM SEQUENCE. A badly-aged Red, now a janitor in a smock, has his ear to the break room door. He goes back to mopping as it opens. A grayed, pale Eric steps out, in a Price Mart manager’s suit.   ERIC: Hey, Dad. Good news. Just got another raise.   RED: Well, good for you. (aside) You dumb bastard.   ERIC: Yeah, I tell ya. If they keep throwing money at me like this, I might be able to get my own apartment soon.   Red rolls his eyes.   RED: For God’s sake, you’re 57 years old!   ERIC: Oh...   Red takes Eric’s shoulder and shakes it gently.   RED: Eric, why didn’t you listen to me? If you’d gone to college, you could’ve really been something.   ERIC: Been something? Whoa. You’re talking to the interim assistant weekend manager of housewares here, okay? Yeah. Show some respect.   RED: Well, aren’t you just the president of Turd Town?   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN LIVING ROOM - NIGHT   Red jerks awake. He shakes his head, stands, and starts to pace.   Eric, also dressed for work, enters from the kitchen.   ERIC: Dad, I’ve been thinking about why you went so crazy and yelled at me, and I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re crazy and you like to yell at me.   Red puts a hand on Eric’s shoulder.   RED: There’s something you gotta know. You’re... well... you’re an idiot.   ERIC: (beat) Oh, great. A pep talk.   RED: Sit down.   They both sit on the couch.   RED (cont’d): When I was your age, I thought I had it all, too. Great job at the plants, nice steady paycheck. Just enough to, you know, string me along for 30 years or so, and for what? So they could toss me out on my ass when things got tough.   ERIC: Dad, I’m not gonna -   RED: Look. Don’t get me wrong. I admire your work ethic, but you deserve better than Price Mart. You’re a smart guy. And I’m... I’m proud of you.   He stands, and Eric follows.   ERIC: Whoa! Really? You... you think I’m smart? You’re proud of me?   RED: Oh, jeez. What, you gonna ruin this now by talking?   ERIC: Listen, Dad... if I’m still working at Price Mart when I’m your – older – please, kill me.   RED: You don’t have to ask twice, Son.   Eric laughs.   ERIC: Ah, yes. That’s my dad.   They both laugh as Red pats Eric’s shoulder again.   A scream sounds, and they both look to the stairs.   KELSO (v.o.): Laurie, no! A cut and a style is one thing, but that is where I draw the line!   LAURIE (v.o.): It’s part of the exam, you idiot! Now, sit down!   KELSO (v.o.): NO! Get away!   Kelso, still wearing the barber’s cape, his hair wet and slicked back, races down the stairs, tripping at the bottom. He struggles to disentangle himself from the cape. Laurie starts down the stairs after him, an applicator in her hand. Kelso tears the cape off, throws it at her, races through the living room, and disappears into the kitchen. Laurie runs to the middle of the living room and stomps her foot.   LAURIE: (after Kelso) Get back here!   She stomps her foot again, sighs, and looks over at Red.   LAURIE (cont’d): (to Red) Daddy – would you like to be a blonde?   Eric chuckles as Red puts a hand over his face and sinks down into the couch.   CUT TO:   INT. PETERSON HOUSE - NIGHT   A rocking party is underway. Rock music plays in the background, teens dance where they stand, and a large keg is set up in the hallway.   Donna and Fez, both with beer cups in hand, move down the hall. Donna guides Fez to an unassuming door.   FEZ: Oh, Donna, I don’t know about this.   DONNA: Fez, relax. You’ll love this. Trust me.   FEZ: Okay. I trust you. But there is no penalty in this game if I can’t do it for all the seven minutes, right?   Donna laughs and pats Fez on the back. She opens the door and gives Fez a nudge inside.   CUT TO:   INT. GUEST BEDROOM – NIGHT   The guest bed is neatly made, and the room is lit with many candles on the dressers and nightstands. Caroline is pacing up and down the room. She stops as Fez enters. They smile at one another, and both move to sit on the bed, a few inches apart. They both look straight ahead.   FADE TO:   Some moments later. They both still look straight ahead, but Caroline’s head is resting on Fez’s shoulder. Fez reaches out with his hand to take Caroline’s. They look at each other and smile.   FADE TO BLACK   CREDITS   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - NIGHT   Hyde is in his chair, and Jackie is on the couch. A chess board rests on the table between them. Hyde is down to his king, while Jackie has her king, queen, and both knights. She titters with excitement.   JACKIE: Well, did I do it? Huh?   HYDE: (beat) Queen and knight checkmate.   Jackie screams and throw her hands in the air. Hyde topples his king over and nods.   HYDE (cont’d): You’re getting the hang of it, man.   JACKIE: Yeah, so, what really helped me was to think of the queen (picks queen up) as me, the castles (picks rook up) as tough back-up like Donna, the horses (picks knight up) as unicorns, and your pieces (indicates Hyde’s king) as a bunch of dirty little Michaels.   She claps and bends over the game, while Hyde sits back in his chair.   END.

[elisaphoenix13]

Against All Odds (Ch.13)

They slept through the night when they fell asleep and Scott slept soundly in the security of Quill's arms. When he woke up the next morning, Scott was alone in his bed but the part of the mattress where Quill had slept was still warm so Scott was only worried that the older teen might have left now that he got into the younger's pants. It was a small worry. The rest of him truly believed that Quill meant what he said the night before and had simply slipped from the bed to use the bathroom.

When Scott lifted his head to look at his bathroom door though, he found it open and devoid of his boyfriend. His small worry grew bigger as he looked around his room and when he still didn't see Quill, he got out of bed and got dressed when he found that the older teen must have cleaned them up sometime after Scott passed out. He would shower properly once he figured out where Quill wandered off to.

He pulls on his boxers and the closest shirt he could find (which happened to be Quill's and dampened that worry he had) and shuffles out of his bedroom with a yawn. He rubs the remaining sleep from his eyes as he starts to walk down the stairs, but then stops on the last few steps when he hears a hushed conversation from the kitchen around the corner.

"....if you hurt him--" Stephen hisses out.

"What the hell do you take me for?!"

"You've had other relationships. He's new to all of this. All of it."

"I love him." Quill argues and Stephen scoffs.

"How many people have you said that to?"

There was a pregnant silence and Scott's heart dropped into his stomach as he wondered the same thing. Quill did have other relationships before so Scott couldn't have been the first person he had feelings for, right? The older teen's confession suddenly didn't feel as genuine.

"None."

What?

"What?" Stephen echoes Scott's thoughts and Quill huffs.

"I never said that to anyone. Scott is the first." The oldest admits.

"...why?"

"Others were just worried about sex and being able to brag about the fact they were able to get that from me...but Scott...he's different. He doesn't want that attention. He just wants to be loved, to be seen, and I want to give that to him. He could stop talking to me altogether and it might hurt me but I would back off if that made him happy. I just want to see him smile."

Stephen sighs. "Did you pressure him into having sex?"

"I...I don't think so. I told him he can tell me to stop at any time and he didn't."

"I'm serious about what I said. If you hurt him, I will come after you."

"That's the last thing I want."

Scott turns and returns back upstairs with a smile and grabs some clean clothes from his dresser before jumping in the shower. Halfway through his quick scrub down, he hears a thud and stifles a laugh when he hears Quill gripe about the 'fucking wall' that he ran into for the third time and it made Scott wonder if Quill had run into it when he carried Scott up to bed when he was sick all that time ago. Considering he walked into the corner every time he tried to walk around it to get to Scott's room, it was very likely.

When the younger finally shuts off the shower, he towels himself dry and gets dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants before opening the bathroom door and he finds Quill standing in the middle of the room and scratching the back of his head. When the older teen turns to face him, Scott tilts his head curiously when he finds a look of confusion on his boyfriend's face.

Of course, that was after he admired the muscles out on display.

"...you seen it?"

Scott blinks and looks up at Quill's face. "What?"

Quill smirks. "Have you seen my shirt?"

"Oh...uh…" Scott turns back to the bathroom and grabs Quill's shirt from the floor before turning and holding it out to his boyfriend. "I...borrowed it for a second."

"Man, I missed out on that?" The older complains as he pulls his shirt on. "Stephen is here. He brought tacos for lun--hey!"

If there was one thing at the top of the list of things Scott loved, tacos was one of them, and he would gladly ditch Quill to have them. He practically ran out of his room, almost tripped down the stairs when he himself ran into the corner of the wall that Quill was friendly with, and just made it to the kitchen counter when the bag sitting on it was plucked out of his reach. Scott pouts when Stephen holds it out of his reach and raises an eyebrow at him, and the youngest sighs when the junior points to the table.

"You don't get the bag. It's the one time I'm afraid you won't leave anything for us." Stephen pulls out a few tacos and hands them as well as a Capri Sun to Scott who takes them to the table to munch on happily.

"Dude, I just got ditched for tacos." Quill complains as he walks into the kitchen and accepts the tacos Stephen holds out to him. "Thanks Mom." Stephen glares at him and pointedly looks at Quill while he shakes a soda can and offers it to the oldest boy. "You're a dick."

"Don't call me Mom."

"You act like one." Quill says as he picks up his shaken soda and holds it out over the sink before opening it. He grimaces when some of the bubbly drink overflows and drips on his hands and then takes a drink when it finally settles. "Especially toward Scott."

"He's like a little brother to me."

The two oldest boys look over at the table when they hear Scott hack and watch the boy cough on the mouthful of juice he had in his mouth. A little brother? Sure, Scott sort of looked at Stephen like the older brother he never had, but he never would have believed that the sentiment would be returned. To be honest, Stephen was a friend, a sibling, and a parent all rolled into one person because he took care of Scott. Since his mom and dad weren't around to do it, Stephen took the job on for himself.

For the most part. He was still only sixteen after all. Stephen really would be a great parent if he had kids in the future.

"Are you okay?" Stephen asks him and Scott waves at him as he unwraps his third taco.

"Fine. Wrong pipe." He wheezes out.

The other two join him at the table with their own food and Scott smiles when Stephen slips another juice pouch to him when the youngest finishes his first one. They both glance at Quill after Scott stabs his straw into the second pouch, and again a flash crossed the senior's eyes, but this time Stephen noticed it. He furrowed his eyebrows and looks at Scott to silently ask if he saw it too, and Scott shrugs his confirmation. As if to say 'yeah I saw it, but I don't know what it was.'

It was the truth after all. Scott was starting to notice a pattern to the weird flashes though. They only happened when Scott was visibly happy. Stephen unfortunately wasn't curious enough to ask Quill about it, but it made sense since it was the first time he saw it happen. He probably assumed the same thing Scott did when he first saw it. That it was a trick of the light.

"So did you get your sister all caught up with whatever event she signed up to help with?" Quill asked around a mouthful of taco and Stephen scrunches his nose in disgust.

"Yes. Got home and found out she was helping with the egg hunt and the spring play. I spent most of yesterday filling plastic eggs with chocolate and painting props after helping my brother with his homework." Stephen drawls.

"Sounds boring."

"Extremely...but I at least got her caught up."

Scott sucks the remaining bits of sour cream off his fingers. "Did there happen to be any extra chocolate?"

"Some." Stephen nods. "I ate it all though."

Quill snickers. "Sounds like Stephen is a chocolate whore."

The junior kicks Quill's shins under the table and the older boy hisses at the sudden painful attack. Scott smirks as he lazily drinks his juice while the other two finish their lunch and then starts to budget his remaining money in his head. If he puts a few bucks aside, he could probably buy himself some chocolate since he never got himself that luxury before. He never really cared about holidays until recently, and wouldn't mind at least getting himself a treat after discovering how wonderful the holidays could be.

"I think I have a few extra dollars." Scott eventually says as he looks at Quill. "Could you take me to the store so I can maybe buy some chocolate or something?"

"Sure. Early Easter celebration?"

"A birthday present too. Can't afford to celebrate both separately." Scott answers with a shrug and pauses when the two older boys freeze and stare at him. "What?"

"Birthday?" Stephen asks slowly.

"Hmm? Oh yeah. It's today."

The next five minutes happened in a blur. Scott startled when the two older teens jumped out of their seats, and he squeaked when Stephen grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of his chair and up to his room. He then had a pair of pants thrown at him and then his boots when he changed into his jeans, and he barely got his shoes tied when he was dragged back downstairs and out the front door and practically thrown into the back of Quill's car. He had no idea what was going on. Quill and Stephen were speaking so fast that it seemed like they were speaking in tongues and Scott's mind was still spinning from the flurry of being dragged up and down the stairs at home. Quill dropped Stephen off at the mall after slipping him some money that Scott almost didn't catch, and then before he knew it, he and Quill were parked outside an ice cream parlor.

"Quill? What's going on?" Scott flinches when the older teen turns in his seat to look at him in bewilderment.

"We're celebrating your birthday as well as we can since we just found out about it twenty minutes ago. How can I be dating you and not know when your birthday is?"

"Celebrating birthdays is actually a thing?!"

"Sugar, you're breaking my heart."

Scott blinks as Quill gets out of the car and he climbs out of the backseat when he opens the back door and follows the older teen inside after Quill closes the car door.

"Tell me your favorite flavor and sit your pretty ass down."

"Umm...mint chocolate chip."

Quill grins. "I should have known."

Scott find a table after telling Quill his preferred ice cream flavor, and before he knew it, he was tucked into Quill's side eating way too much ice cream with him and Stephen (who made it to the ice cream shop within an hour somehow) and having half a dozen wrapped gifts shoved in his direction. Scott's first thought was how Quill and Stephen afforded all of this. Were allowances a thing too? Just how much was he really missing out on in his life?

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Scott fumbles with the zipper of his hoodie as he walks toward his locker the morning of his first day back at school after spring break ended and finally sheds it when he manages to unzip it. It was starting to get too warm to wear a sweater for very long and Scott was starting to sweat when he made it to school. Quill wasn't at his house at his usual time to pick him up so Scott had to hoof it, assuming the older boy was running late, but he would see him before classes started or at lunch. When he arrived at his locker though, he found Stephen waiting for him and the older boy looked worried. Even more so when he noticed Scott.

"Scott...when's the last time you saw Quill?" Stephen asks as the younger opens his locker and stashes his sweater in it.

"The day after my birthday I think. Why?"

Scott looks back at Stephen and feels his blood run cold when he recognizes sympathy and sorrow in blue irises. Something was wrong. Is that why Stephen looked even more upset when he saw Scott? Because Quill wasn't with him? Now that he paid attention to the students around him, they were all giving Scott accusatory stares and he didn't even know why. Him dating Quill was old news and even Rachel seemed to have given up or at least backed off when the senior didn't show any intention of breaking up with Scott.

"Why?" Scott asks again.

Stephen inhales. "Scott...he's…"

"Stephen...what's going on?"

"Quill's missing. His grandfather filed a missing persons report on him four days ago." Stephen whispers.

Scott felt his world crumple around him.

[speedmetalqueen]

I’m your Cherry Bomb x Billy part III

part I part II part IV finale

The sun was setting behind you, there was a nice cool breeze, your hair picking up around your face

You were lightly banging your head and hitting the steering wheel with your palms matching the beat of the drums

Billy was tracing his fingers up and down the door, admiring the car

The kids were whispering to each other

You glanced at them through the rear view mirror, they quickly averted your gaze, stopping mid sentence

You just smiled back

The ride stayed silent, but you weren’t going to force the kids to talk

Billy lit up a cigarette drumming his fingers on the outside of the car door

The ride wasn’t long you were already into ‘Slayer- Fight Till Death’ when you pulled up to Wick’s Pizza Parlor

The kids hopped out running inside, Mike and Lucas limping behind from their sore legs

You casually walked side by side with Billy into WPP

“Over here!” El yelled waving you over to the table they had picked out

It was close to the little arcade area

The kids sat inward, you and Billy at the end of each side sitting opposite of each other

“Hi, what can I get you guys to drink?” A young girl asked as she put down the menus

“I’ll take a Sprite!” “Root beer!” “Orange soda please!” “I’ll take a Sprite too!” “Coke!” “Grape for me!” The kids ordered

“And what can I get the lovely couple?”

“I’ll take a Dr. Pepper please.” You said smiling up at her, not minding her comment

Billy raised his eyebrow at you with a smirk

“I’ll take a Dr. Pepper as well.” He said flashing her a harmless smile

“You got it!” She returned the smiled before leaving to get the drinks

“So what are we getting? Anything but anchovies!” Mike said eyeing Dustin

“Gross Dustin you like anchovies on your pizza?” You gave him a sour look

“It was one time! I wanted to see how they taste!” He replied back in defense

“Pepperoni!” El suggested

“Yes! With extra cheese!” Lucas added

“Can I get mushrooms?” Will asked timidly

“You guys order anything you want.” You said egging them on

The kids talked among themselves trying to agree on toppings

“Hey Billy, thanks for coming.”

Billy has been quite the entire time

He looked lost in his thoughts

“Hey.” You said carefully, reaching your hand over to his

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay, just a little out of my element with so many kids.” He chuckled, tapping his fingers on the table

“Here’s your Sprites, grape, orange, root beer, Coke and Dr. Peppers.” The waitress set down the drinks “Are you ready to order?”

“Okay so, can we get one large pepperoni with extra cheese, one large hamburger with mushrooms, and one large half Hawaiian and the other half anchovies with jalapeños.” Max ordered strategically, giving Dustin a look when she said anchovies

The waitress nodded

“Billy what did you want?” You glanced at him

“You pick (Y/N).”

“Can I get a large supreme?”

Billy nodded in approval

“Anything else?” Her pen scribbling the orders on her note pad

“I think that’s it!” You smiled at her handing her back the menus “Thank you.”

“Alright I’ll be back with your pizzas!”

“She’s cute.” You said nonchalantly, to no one in particular

“Hey (Y/N) is it okay if we go hit up the games while we wait for the pizzas?” Dustin asked from the end of the table

“Actually yeah you guys go on ahead.”

The sound of chairs scratching the wooden floor echo as the kids got up running in the direction of the arcade

“Come on Billy lets go play some games.” You got up from your chair smiling at him

Billy looked hesitant at first, he was sipping on his drink

“Come on, you said you wanted a date right?”

You grinned

Tearing his attention from his drink, he looked at you with the same grin

You made your way to the coin dispenser where the kids were waiting, you took out a crisp $20 bill

“Okay guys, you’re gonna have to share!” Handing them a huge cup of coins

“Thanks (Y/N)!” They said in unison and ran off

You reached into your pocket taking out a sad crumpled $20 bill

You heard the change deposit clinging

“Come on Billy! Let’s go play Pac-Man!” You grabbed your cup of coins in one hand and Billy’s hand in the other

You were playing all the games that had co-op

Billy was actually pretty good

“Damn! We almost beat the high score!” You watched your ship be destroyed, lights flashed signaling Game Over

You slammed your hands on the Galaga console, walking away to find something else

Billy picked up the cup with only 4 coins left, following behind

You were looking around for another co-op game

When you spotted a crane game

Making your way towards it, you looked the toys over when you squealed

Billy coming up beside you gave you a look of amusement

“What did you find?” He chuckled

“There’s a stuffed E.T. in there! I gotta have it!”

You looked at the price for the game

“Damn, it’s $1 to play.”

“You have enough coins, go for it!” Handing you the cup with your last coins

“Are you sure? You don’t want to play one last game?”

“You clearly want that E.T., I’m fine.”

Billy walked over to the left side of the glass

“Go, I’ll tell you where to maneuver.” He said as he eyed the stuffed E.T.

At this point the kids saw you trying your luck at the crane, they stood around you watching you concentrate

“Okay go forward, forward, forward, a little more, okay stop! Now go to the right, keep going, go, go, stop! Now press the claw button!”

You slammed your hand on the red button watching the claw lower itself, opening up its claws and grabbing E.T.’s arm

“You got it!” The kids screamed

You held your breath, your eyes open wide watching the claw tug E.T’s arm and lift up an inch

But E.T.’s arm slipped out

“Fuck!” You sighed in defeat, watching the claw reposition itself

“Aw man (Y/N) you were so close!” Dustin said with a screech

“Damn, I know! Maybe next time!” You shrugged

“Guys, the pizza is ready!” Will said pointing to the table

The waitress was setting down the fresh hot pizzas

You guys made your way to the table

Everyone took their seat and started grabbing slices

“This is so good!” Max said with her mouth full of pizza

“Nah! THIS is good!” Dustin pointed at his half anchovy-jalapeño pizza

“Gross!” The kids replied in disgust

“Thanks for bringing me (Y/N).”

“No problem Billy, as you said I owed you a date.” You grinned into your pizza

You’ve only known Billy for a couple of hours but he seemed like a genuine guy, were you ready to give yourself to him mentally? Not at this moment, but he was your coworker and Max’s brother, there wasn’t any harm in being a friend

You watched the wrinkles in his eyes when he secretly laughed at the idiotic things the boys were saying

Max gave you a shocked look when she heard Billy laugh

Why was Max so tense around Billy? You didn’t know much about their relationship but it wasn’t your place to ask

Maybe you’d ask Dustin later

Billy also seemed to be on alert like he was always on guard, he’d relax for a bit and then go back to being serious

In the commotion of all the talking El squirted out coke from her nose laughing hysterically

Making the whole group burst out laughing

It was the first time Billy actually laughed with out hiding it

It made you feel warm inside

Something about seeing him actually let loose and enjoy himself made you happy

“I don’t think I can eat another bite.” Lucas said as he took another bite of his pizza slice

The kids groan with full tummy’s

“Whew, look at the time, we should be getting ready to head out. If you need to use the restroom go now.” You glanced at the digital clock on the wall it was 8:30 pm

The kids got up slowly and sluggish, making their way to the restroom

“Billy do you need to use the restroom? Because I’m not stopping at any gas stations.” You joked

“Yeah, I’ll go when the kids come out.” He took a sip of his watered down Dr. Pepper

“Okay, well I’ll be back I’m going to the little girls room, don’t get in too much trouble, okay?” You chuckled

You made your way to the restroom

El and Max were washing their hands

“Hey (Y/N) thank you for tonight, and thank you for being nice to Billy. I know he’s a pain in the ass but he’s a good guy.”

“No problem Max, I like Billy he’s nice, well at least so far. We kinda didn’t hit it off so great earlier today.”

“Yeah, he’s a real man slut and he comes off strong but it’s only because of things at home, I don’t know how to explain it. It actually use to be really bad up until last year, he changed his ways slightly, but you know what they say ‘Rome wasn’t built in a day.’”

“Max you can talk to me about anything but only if you feel comfortable.” You put your hand on her shoulder

She nodded her head

“If you’ll excuse me I have to release this Dr. Pepper baby.”

The girls giggled

You finished up, flushing the toilet handle with your foot

You washed your hands and dried them off

You headed back to the table where the kids were waiting for you

“Where’s Billy?”

“He went into the restroom.” Will responded swirling his drink with the straw

You nodded, making your way to the register

“Hi, I’m ready to pay.” You said to the cute waitress

“It’s already been paid for.” She smiled at you

“What? Who paid for it?”

“Your boyfriend.” She gestured over to Billy who was walking over to you

“Hey, you didn’t have to pay.” You smiled at him with a semi confused look

“What kind of date would I be if I let you pay the bill?” He smirked

You laughed

“Come on kids let’s go!” You waved them over

“Thank you!” The kids said to the waitress

“Thank you, you have a good night!”

“You as well!” You waved goodbye

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Thank you for reading 💚

September 16, 2019 Monday

[serpentlopez]

Stay With Me

Who: Eliana & Ale ( @serpenthart​ )

What: A sweet and innocent date at the drive in turns a little racy... and then really dirty.. and then there’s a surprise confession!

When: Dec 7, Night

Where: At the Twilight drive-in, then a side road in Riverdale, finally back at Ale’s apartment

Notes: Smut within - enemies of the heir, beware! Also there’s a good amount of talk about Puck/Ale ( @firefighterxnoah​ ) and an appearance via text from Charlie ( @serpentchar )

Eliana

For having never been in an actual relationship before, Eliana hadn't known what to expect. She knew that there wasn't a better guy than Ale, and she knew how she felt around him - despite how often she used to deny it. But she had never expected to feel as right as she did with him. The fear she worried would come never did, and her mind had a habit of trailing back to thoughts of him when they weren't together, which was part of the reason she was so thankful to have this whole weekend to spend alone with him. It had taken until Saturday night for her to even consider getting dressed but after the last day spent mostly in bed, Eliana was excited to get out with him and the drive in was a great suggestion. 

Pulling the blanket they'd brought higher towards her neck, Eliana hummed gently with her lips against Ale's neck, the movie still playing in the background. And though there were people and cars and couples around them, she simply felt like they were alone together. "Do you know how hard it is to concentrate on a movie when you're sitting next to me," she asked, with a grin on her face. Her nose nuzzled into his jaw, finding warmth in the cool December night, curled into his body.

Ale

It had taken a major effort to finally make the decision about them leaving the bed, after nearly been on it since Friday evening, but in the end it was decided some fun could also be had outside the confines of the bedroom. A quick shower, interrupted of course by a quickie there, and some clothes thrown on after, Ale was happy to drive his old truck to the drive-in, the place selected for their Saturday night date. Instead of sodas he had bought them two cups of hot steaming chocolate, but the popcorn were a most have. 

Both of them made a single bundle under the thick blanket they had brought along, their arms and legs so tucked together, they looked like one person. He grinned when he felt the brush of her lips against his skin, then looked down at her and smiled. "Well, you better, because I don't want to be banned from the drive-in for indecent exposure." He  laughed softly, then kissed her on the lips before he playfully shoved a couple of popcorn in her mouth.

Eliana

At his comment, Eliana laughed softly and crunched on the popcorn he'd given her, sticking her tongue out at him before swallowing. "I think Ryder would understand," she teased but since they still had the rest of the night and the next day to spend together, she'd made the decision to be good while they were out. Even before they were dating, she and Ale had done the sexual part very well. Now for as new as it was, she wanted to explore this sweet side of things. "Besides, there is absolutely nothing indecent about this body besides the things I like doing to it." 

Sitting up slightly, she reached for the hot chocolate she'd put down and then snuggled in close again, taking a sip of the hot chocolate that was finally cool enough not to burn her tongue. "Oh, I forgot to tell you yesterday," Mostly because as soon as she saw him, everything else mostly faded away. "I got a call for the Luxury Car Jamboree place. He said he wanted me to come in for a second interview on Tuesday. Your girlfriend may finally be employed again instead of mooching off of you."

Ale

Ale chuckled and grabbed a fistful of popcorn. "Oh, I'm sure he would. But still, let's save the good stuff for when we're home." He put the blanket back on her shoulders properly after she reached for the cup, then shoved the popcorn in his  mouth and munched on it happily, his eyes lighting up when she told him the good news, but he had to wait until he swallowed the popcorn down to answer. 

"They did? Babe, that's so cool! You must've made an impression, I'm sure." He kissed the top of her head and chuckled. "As much as I wouldn't mind my girlfriend mooching off me, I think it's good that you have a job. Something to stop your mind from wandering, you know-" He shifted slightly on his spot and looked up at her with fond, warm eyes. "Girlfriend... My girlfriend... Shit, I like the sound of that."

Eliana

"Good idea." Eliana knew he hadn't meant it the way it came out but when he said 'for when we're home' it made her feel warm inside. "Then all manners of perversion can come out to play. I'm thinking whips, chains, maybe a good ball gag," she joked, laughing and leaning on him. Her eyes closed when he kissed the top of her head and she nodded. "Well, a good impression or the dude just liked it when he grabbed my ass on the way out. But a job is a job, at least, right?" Eliana nodded at the mind wandering comment. "Oh, yeah. That's the real important part here." Being clean wasn't as easy as she'd hoped. When she wanted to go out at night, she was quick to remember how easy it would be, or how fun, to get high. It was easier though having talked to him about her struggles with it. It felt good not being alone in that. 

Eliana's smile lit up brightly when he spoke, unable to contain the happy laugh that bubbled from her lips. "You're such a dork," she said, dunking her finger into the whipped cream on top of the drink and spreading it on the tip of his nose. "But I really like the sound of it too. Now that Charlie knows, I've barely used your name," she smirked. "I just keep saying 'oh my boyfriend..'"

Ale

Ale grinned. "A strap-on even?" he asked casually, then chuckled. He was about to grab his own coffee cup, when what he told her stopped his hand from reaching out. "He did what? Oh, fuck no. He's not about to get all grabby on you. I'll kick his ass." He huffed, being all too serious about it, then he cupped her chin and sighed. "One of the many things. But I know you can do it." "Hey!" he protested when she spread the cream on his nose and he scrunched it. "Well, then, girlfriend... I suggest you clean this-" He pointed to his nose and smirked.

Eliana

Eliana gasped playfully. "A strap-on? Mr. Hart, I had no idea you were so kinky." But the laugh fell when her words sunk in and she made a face. "He's an ass," she said, "Basically asked questions to my cleavage but he--" What exactly was it about how serious he got that sent tingles through her veins. "I know it's not ideal but if they offer it, how can I turn it down? Things are kind of tight all over. I really wish I hadn't fucked up the tattoo parlor." 

Luckily, Eliana didn't have time to think too much on that when he scrunched his nose and suggested she clean the mess. "Clean what?" She asked, playing dumb. "I don't see anything on your face. You look just as good as ever..." Grinning, she tilted her chin up to kiss Ale's lips and let some of the cream spread on her nose as well. "There. Now we match."

Ale

Ale giggled. "It's been a while since someone fucked me. I've been doing most of the fucking lately." He winked at her, then sighed as he heard her explaining. "I know. But I don't have to like it" he said, matter of factly and leaving no room to doubt. He laughed softly and kissed her back. "Much better" he said, then he shifted on the spot again, opening his legs so she would settle between them, the blanket wrapped tight around both of them, making them look like the warmest burrito. 

The movie was still playing and there were few people at the drive in, maybe scared away because of the cold. He planted a soft kiss on the side of her neck and hummed. "Just out of curiosity... How quiet would you be if we were to, I don't know... fool around a little...?"

Eliana

Her smile widened at his comment. "That you definitely have. I imagine with other people too. You're really good at it," Eliana said, running her hand up his arm gently. "But if you wanted to play like that, all you have to do is ask. I'd love trying anything with you." She kissed his arm and then looked up at him. "I don't like it either, and honestly, watching you get all protective is very hot." Snuggling in close between his legs, Eliana found herself thinking one stark thought. How had drugs ever gotten such a hold on her when this feeling she had with him was the only worthwhile addiction? 

Heat surged through her veins when he kissed her neck, feeling the warmth of his lips on her skin. Perking a brow at his question, Eliana tried to look casual as she glanced at the screen. "You know, it's a little hard to say. We may have to do some research on this to find out for sure..."

Ale

Ale chuckled. "I might ask before you know it, babe. And I'll always feel possessive of you, except when we talk about that open part of our relationship." He grinned, his hand sneaking down her chest and stomach. "Of course. It's all about trial and error, right?" he whispered in her ear, his hand now slipping between her legs and rubbing her slowly.

Eliana

"Well, for the record, you're welcome to ask for anything. I've either tried it or I'm willing to give it a shot for you. And I wouldn't hate seeing you getting fucked by somebody. I told Elliott the other day that you look so good when you get off. I think it'd be kind of hot watching someone get you off like that." Eliana's looked down at his hand, followed it as it traveled down her chest and then pulled the blanket up a little higher as she felt his hand press between her legs with a small gasp parted her lips. She quickly pressed them together to keep herself silent, taking a quick glance around to make sure no one suspected anything. "You are so bad," she whispered.

Ale

Ale smirked. "You have? Well, there's an interesting story. And I kind of want to make it happen too." Hiding perfectly underneath the blanket they were protected from prying eyes, as long as they were quiet. "I am? It's not like you're so innocent either. I mean, you've been talking to Elliot about me, haven't you?" He managed to slid his hand inside her pants and under her panties. "Now, how about you tell me exactly what you've been thinking about me and Elliot?' he asked, his finger slowly rubbing her bud.

Eliana

Eliana had never been insanely picky. She was always open with her sexual desires but that was for her. She'd never before felt that urge to explore things that someone else wanted. But Ale was special. He was unique and amazing, and she wanted to do many, many things with him. "Mhm," Eliana said, letting her eyes close when she felt his fingers finally making contact with her already wet folds. There was a quick intake of breath when the sensitive bundle of nerves were touched. "I.." she let out a breathy sigh, "I t-told him, I wanted to see him bend you o-over my.. bed.." Her hand slid on top of his wrist, holding onto him as his fingers moved over her. "I want to watch him use your, mmm... your ass..."

Ale

Ale licked his lips as he heard what Eli was saying, the tip of his finger already wet with her slick. "You'd like that, huh? You'd like seeing some big dick pounding my ass?" His fingers slid further down to her core. "You should've seen Puck fucking me... mm... I couldn't walk straight for days. Is that what you want?" he asked, sliding his finger in.

Eliana

Eliana pushed her back against his chest, a prisoner to the feelings he was sending through her veins. "Yes," she whimpered breathily. "I want to see it. I want--" She pressed her mouth down to the blanket to keep the moan from coming out loudly. Then he spoke about Puck fucking him and God, she felt like she was spinning. Her nails pressed into his forearm as a shiver stole through her body, the movie completely lost on them. "Fuck, yes.. That's what I w-want.." Her thighs parted a little wider, hidden under their blanket. "Tell me... Tell me about it.. please.."

Ale

Ale bit his lip down to stop the moan from escaping his lips when her nails scratched his skin, now two fingers slowly pumping back and forth inside her core, while his lips brushed her ear, his warm breath falling on it. "Fuck, it was so hot... First, when he fucked my mouth with his big dick. I could feel it in my throat. Then he bent me over a car, his fingers, his tongue stretching my hole, but not as much as when he pushed his dick inside. I fucking swear... I saw white, babe..."

Eliana

Eyes closed, Eliana was slowly unraveling. He always knew how to touch her to make her completely fall apart, but more than that, the picture he was painting made her whole body a mass of nerve endings. She imagined Puck, using his cock to push between lips Eliana loved kissing, lips that made her come undone when he pressed them between her legs. Ale's fingers stroked that flame into a raging wild fire, thighs trembling, the more he fingered her. 

"Over a car?" she asked, voice filled with desire at the image. Then Puck's tongue, his fingers, and finally thrusting deep inside of Ale. God, she knew how good Puck was too and thinking of his hips slamming against Ale's fucking perfect ass.. It made her let out a cry that she had to turn her head into his arm, biting his skin to try and keep quiet. Her hand lowered and pressed against his knuckles, closing her thighs to keep the contact close as her impending orgasm made her pulse race. "How.. did it feel?" she panted out against his skin, "When you.. came.."

Ale

Ale used his other hand to cover her face when she turned her head to the side, now thankful not only for the blanket, but choosing the last row at the drive-in to park, and for the loud sound coming from the speakers. A wicked grin curled his lips when he felt her hand holding his down, the pad of his thumb now also stroking her throbbing clit. "Like I was possessed by the best warmth ever... And it was even hotter when I sucked him clean."

Eliana

If they weren't in public, or if she has one iota less of care about ending up arrested, she would have already turned and climbed on top of him. She wouldn't have bothered taking his jeans all the way off. She'd just unzip them, pull him out, and ride his cock until she came over and over. The struggle left her body trembling and the mixture of him sucking Puck's spent cock with the added pressure of his thumb, sent her over the edge. The rush of orgasm engulfed her and she did her best to keep the moans silent but she knew she was failing. Her walls pulsed and clutched a hold of his fingers like they were begging for his release and all she could do was ride out the incredible wave.

Ale

Ale could feel her core tightening, clenching around his fingers as her orgasm hit, his fingers now coated with her slick as he kept them inside and made them vibrate hard. His hand pressed harder over her mouth to quiet the moans, while she let the heat crash down on her, until she slowly became limp in his arms. "Good girl" he whispered in her ear, his fingers still buried inside of her.

Eliana

Eliana didn't know if anyone else in the world got off to the idea of someone else fucking their boyfriend but she didn't give a damn because the image was there, her body was buzzing, and the orgasm made her so incredibly weak. "You.. are fucking amazing," she purred, turning her head back so she could kiss him. Her hand went to his neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss, fingers curling into the hair at the back of his neck. "I'm going to need you to get me home soon or  I'm absolutely risking arrest and fucking you right here, right now."

Ale

Ale met her lips with equal passion when she pulled his head down, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of her as he pulled back from the kiss. "Yes, ma'am" he said as he licked the slick off his fingers while looking at her through hooded eyes. "Let's go home," he said, then after making sure her clothes were tucked back in he pulled the blanket off and they both jumped out of the hood so they could get in the truck.

Eliana

Instead of feeling sated, like she could have continued the rest of their night without jumping his bones, every inch of Eliana's body felt like it was buzzing with electricity. She wanted more, needed more, and Ale was the only one who could give that to her. Once her clothes were situated, she jumped out of the back and climbed in, shifting herself in her seat to add pressure to the throbbing heat between her legs, folds that were already slick with arousal. 

"I really hope you have good concentration," she said. Sliding across the seat as they drove out of the Twilight, Eliana tugged the zipper down on his jeans and pulled him free. She was aching for all of him and didn't have the patience to wait. Ducking her head into his lap, Eliana gave his cock a few strokes before taking the head into her mouth.

Ale

Ale had already drove away from the drive-in when she said that. "About what" he asked, then his eyes went wide when he realized just what she meant. His hands clutched on the steering wheel as he groaned. "Holy fuck, yes... mmm... fucking take it, babe..."

Eliana

The sounds he made, and the words that tumbled from his mouth, just made her want more, and take him further into the back of her throat. Her tongue spread slickness along his hardness as she felt him hit the spot that should make her gag and while the feeling was there, Eliana let her throat contract around him before pulling back to catch her breath. She sucked hard on his head, before taking him back into her throat once more, doing it again, feeling her wetness pulsing with an aching need. Humming with him in the back of her throat, she let the vibrations roll over him.

Ale

Ale grunted and squeezed the steering wheel so hard, he was concerned he could break it. Not that it would be likely for that to happen, but it felt that way to him. He was trying his best to stay focused on the road, to drive slow enough not to get them to crash into anything, but Eli's mouth was perfection, taking him just the right way, and it came a point when he knew it wouldn't be safe to continue driving anymore. 

"Fuck it" he muttered, then left the main road for a smaller, empty one, and parked his truck behind a tree. After turning the motor off he shifted on his seat so that she could suck him at ease, his fingers now grabbing onto the long, dark locks of hair and pulling on them before he pushed her head on his lap and kept her there for a couple of seconds. "Fuck... that's it... take my big dick in your mouth, babe... choke on it... feel it..." Just when he felt she was starting to choke he let go of his grip on her.

Eliana

The fact they hadn't pulled over sooner would have impressed Eliana if she'd had even one small iota of focus for anything outside of what she was doing. As it was, all she wanted was to make him feel even an ounce of the things she felt when he touched her and brought her to exquisite release. She bumped around in the truck when it came to a sudden stop but she didn't bother looking or questioning. Nothing could stop her. She shifted easily when he did and she moved in a little closer, hands trailing his body, moving under his shirt, palms pressing against his thighs. Just as she had pulled back enough to get a breath, Eliana felt his hand in her hair and then she was pushed down on him, her throat opening for him. 

The sudden move had her working to keep from coughing and gagging on him but the words he said made her want to please him in every way possible. Her throat pulsed around him, closing, tightening as she tried to breathe steadily. He was deeper than he'd been before and her body tensed with the rush of heat that fact sent through her. When Ale let her go, she pulled back with a gasp, coughing as she raised the back of her hand to her mouth to wipe at the saliva that strung from his cock to her lips. 

"I love your cock, baby," she gasped, looking up at him. "Tell me what you want." Pressing her lips against his, she asked, "Do you want to cum down my throat..." her kiss trailed to his neck, ".. my pussy.." and then she bit down on the flesh of his collarbone. "..or my ass?" Her hand continued to jerk his cock, slickness spreading along her fingers. "You can have anything you want."

Ale

Ale licked his lips as he watched her pulling a back, a pearly string of slick still attaching the head of his cock to her lips, and when he got a taste of himself when their lips molded together perfectly like they always did he moaned, his tongue scrapping the last drip off hers and the inside of her mouth. "I want your ass" he breathed against her lips. "I wanna fuck your tight ass until you can't walk straight for days... I wanna know I did that, and I want everyone to know I did that..." 

He licked her lips hotly, then they shifted on the confined space of the seat, her hands now holding onto the door as she stood on her knees, just after he pulled her pants and panties enough to expose her bare ass. "Fucking perfect" he whispered, his hand smacking her ass hard, then he bit on them, his other hand sneaking between her legs and rubbing her wet core slowly, as his tongue licked her ass crack and finally slid into her tiny hole.

Eliana

Eliana was already weak just being close to him but the second he said what he wanted, her body went weak. A smile crossed her lips, her eyes lowering to his mouth. She kissed him again and moaned, parting them around a shuddering sigh. "Yes, please.. I want that so fucking bad, baby." 

Turning in the front of the car, Eli let him help her out of her pants and panties, both tossed on the floorboard. The cool air hit her bare skin and as Eli bent over, she looked over her shoulder at him. She gasped at the smack, and the bite, hips rocking against his hand. The way he looked at her she felt like she was a prey, and fuck, she was ready to be devoured by him. Biting down on her bottom lip, Eliana watched as he lowered in and felt the slickness of his tongue passing over her. She moaned, her stomach tightening at the soft pressure on her tightness. 

"Fuck, Ale.." her body pushed back, arching into his tongue. "Mm, that feels so good." Moving her hand back to rest on the back of his head, she kept him pressed in.

Ale

Ale fought with the tight muscle of his hole with the tip of his narrowed tongue, each poke taking him further in until he was finally inside of her ass hole, his head bobbing back and forth, tonguing her ass fully while he kept on rubbing her pussy. His fingers were soon coated with her slick, even more so when she pushed his head against her ass, and he kept going at it, loving the sounds she was making, then he pulled his tongue out and pushed his slicked fingers in, slowly pumping them in and out and stretching her.

Eliana

Eliana gasped, the heat coiling inside of her from the dual stimulation, feeling his fingers against her heat and his tongue slicking her tight opening. Turning back to face the window as he moved those wet fingers to her ass, pushing them inside of her, her body trembled and she pressed her forehead against the window. Every touch reminded her just how experienced he was and that spread heat along her folds, heat pulsing inside of her. 

"That feels so good," she purred, relaxing her body so that he could prepare her. She had been with Ale plenty of times to know exactly how big he was, and just how much he was going to fill her, and she wanted it. Wanted the pleasure, pressure, pain.. it was everything she needed. To be fucked, fucked and used the way he wanted to use her. "Please.." she begged, the need too much to breathe around.

Ale

Ale was aware he had just told her he wanted her to feel him for days, but that didn't mean, not even by chance that he wanted to purposely hurt her, so a fair, but not too long stretch would be good so both of them could enjoy the experience. 

 A grin spread over his lips when he heard her beg, that single word like music to his ears. It was like she was reading his mind. He slowly pulled his fingers out and gave her hole a slow last lick before he reached in his pockets for his wallet to get a condom. He was quick to put it on him, his experience already plenty, and he spat on her hole to keep it fairly slick. He gently stroked the small of her back, slowly guiding his cock between her buttocks, then gave a couple of thrusts to push the head in. A breathless moan escaped his lips when he felt the tight muscle clamping around him, fighting the intrusion out, so he kept still until Eli would allow him to continue.

Eliana

Every inch of her body was electrified like she had pure energy rushing through her veins. She ached for him and struggled against the effort to stay still as he rolled the condom of his cock. Her pulse raced then, feeling him press against the tightness that threatened not to let him in. Eliana told her body to relax, begged it to relax, and she could feel with each shallow thrust that she was slowly opening to him. And then she felt him, the crowd full inside of her. 

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, breathing through the feeling of pressure and fullness. Her muscles tightened, squeezing no matter how much she told them to relax. Knowing that he hadn't moved, likely for her sake, Eliana nodded a second later. "It's okay," she whispered breathily, to let him know she wanted more, "I'm okay."

Ale

Ale could had probably lost count of how many times he and Eli had had sex since the moment they first did it, even if, amazingly enough, he could remember each time in detail, and if there was one thing they hadn't done until this night that was anal sex. But the moment he asked her that, and having the luck that she agreed to it, he realized they had taken that further step into their relationship, which made it a lot easier for him to ask her for something like that. 

And he was more than happy they had taken that step. He could feel her body trying to push him out, a natural response, but if there was something that came with gay sex, that was patience. He could stay calm, and allow his partner to take as long as they needed before he took the reins, literally, and he wasn't about to change that with Eliana. Hearing her say she was okay gave them a small encouragement to move, which meant to push deeper inside of her. He grabbed her by the hips and started to slowly thrust his hips, which in result allowed him to slide further in with each move he made.

Eliana

Eliana may have done a lot, and most of that with Ale, this being her first time with him was intense. Knowing that she was feeling him in a way she never had before aroused her head and her heart just as much as her body. The only thing she remembered was to try and relax, and to try and push out so that she opened up to him. She looked back at him, seeing the look on his face, and bit down on her bottom lip as she watched with lust clouding her dark eyes. As he started to move in deeper, she felt herself parting around his intrusion. His cock, thick and large, pushing another inch into her. 

Her toes curled as the sensation shot up her spine and she dropped her head forward onto the seat, grunting with the way he felt opening her up and slowly filling this part of her that had been so untouched. His name fell in a raspy breath from her parted lips as another wave of pleasure took her, leaving her hungry pussy dripping with wetness. Every push in stole a gasp, breathing in a quick sigh, fingers tightening into the fabric of the seat. He was amazing and the way she felt.. fuck, she was losing it with the way he made her feel.

Ale

Ale kept the same pace for a while, his fingers so buried in the skin of her hips he was sure they would be bruises there later on, and that thought turned him on even more, to know there was just another way in which he could mark her as his. When he finally started to feel her loosening just a bit around him he increased his pace, his thrusts more fast and shallow, until he was balls deep inside of her. 

 He didn't stay down like that on her for too long though, this being their first time doing that, he didn't want to cause any unnecessary pain, so he would go back to pump half his cock back and forth in her, his arms now going around her body, one hand holding her by the neck, while the other reached around and down he belly and sunk his fingers inside her wet core, pushing his fingers in at the same pace his cock was in her ass.

Eliana

Eliana didn't care about quieting herself or her moans. Every thrust inside of her, every press of fingers tightly into her hips, made her whimper and cry out a little more. Her lower back arched, giving all of herself to him, ass up in the air for him to take and use and push deeper into. When his hips finally pressed against her ass, his cock sheathed fully inside of her tight and throbbing opening, she could only cry out louder and squirm slightly against him. "Fuck... fuck... oh my God." Her hand slid down to her stomach before dropping it to the cushion beneath her, holding her panting body up. Pushed inside of her from that angle hit something that made her so dizzy. He was so deep inside of her, leaving her so full. 

"Fuck, baby." Eliana cried out a whimpered moan when he pulled back slightly before starting up a rhythm of her body tightening and then opening for him, widening around the hard cock that she loved fucking her so much. One hand went to his wrist, holding the hand that was on her neck, but as soon as his fingers touched her, pumping into her pussy, she started to rock back against him involuntarily. Her body knew what it wanted and when her hips pushed back to take him in further, she didn't fight it.

Ale

Ale moaned when he felt Eli pushing back on him, his body responding to the way hers was surrendering to him. The way her slick was now covering his fingers only encouraged him more, to know that it was his doing that was getting her like that. "So fucking hot and wet for me, babe... God, I could fuck your sweet ass forever... You feel so good... so fucking good..." He latched his lips on the side of her neck and sucked hard on the spot, his thrusts now harder, every push he gave smacking her ass with his hips.

Eliana

Eliana was lost between both of his touches, having his fingers press so deliciously in all the right spots when her hips moved forward, and then her ass sinking back against his cock, back and forth between both touches that were making her head cloudy with a hungry and undeniable need. She arched back against him, her heart pounding as the rush of heat tore through her from the inside out. 

"All... y-yours," she gasped out, voice cracked with the moan that came from her orgasm starting to build inside of her. "I'm yours," she cried, "it's all yours.. fuck.. Ale.." Her head tilted to the side, giving him more access to her neck. A primal side of her hungry to have the mark of his lips and teeth on her skin. She wanted to wear it everywhere, let everyone see that she was his, and he left that sign of possession on her body. The sounds of their bodies hitting together filled the small space as her hand bent backwards, hooking at the back of his neck.

"You're gonna make me cum so hard, baby.." she cried. "Are you gonna cum in me? Are you gonna cum in my tight ass, baby?" Even with the condom, she wanted to feel him release everything inside of her.

Ale

Ale could already feel the heat clashing down his spine, his balls tightening with that familiar feeling that let him know he was about to come, and he could feel she was about to as well, the way her ass clenched wildly around him, as well as her core around his fingers. Hearing the way she gasped and moaned, feeling her coming undone  under him was perfection. He licked a stripe up her neck, the red brand already present on the skin there, then he brushed his lips on her ear. "Is that what you want? You want my cum in your ass... or your pussy... or down yoir throat..." He grinned. "I'm giving you the choice tonight, babe"

Eliana

The first thought in Eliana's head was one word, yes. She wanted all of it, all the time. She felt so hungry and insatiable when she was with Ale, like she always needed more of him, deeper.. harder.. everywhere. Her body ached to have his fingers be replaced by his cock, thick and full inside of her until he spill everything in her heated depths, spilling down her thighs. But she also wanted to stretch out for him and beg him to fuck her throat until he was twitching and coating her throat with thick ropes of his hot cum. But staying pressed inside of her like this, spreading her open like this, and then exploding inside of her freshly abused hole made her whimper. 

But as her lips parted to tell him, Eliana's words were stolen by a quick cry, her whole body shaking as his fingers and his cock played with her, teasing her, like he was reaching inside her body, grabbing her orgasm, and yanking it out of her. She couldn't stop where she was. She didn't want him to. But she knew what she needed. 

"Fuck my pussy," she gasped, pushing back against him as her thighs started to tremble. "I need your cock inside me." Turning her head to the side, Eliana pressed her lips to his, giving him a quick and heated kiss, purring. "I'm so fucking wet for you. I need you."

Ale

Every word Eli breathed out Ale could feel with the way her body responded, but the moment she said those words, how she wanted things to go at that moment, he had to stop himself from moving for just one second to think carefully about what he should do right there and then. He kissed the back of her neck as he pulled out of her as gently as he could, but once he was out everything happened within a blink. Condom off. Hands grabbing onto her and flipping her on her back on the seat. Her legs spread up and wide, her feet touching the ceiling of the car. 

He leaned in and pushed his now bare cock inside of her, his lips attacking hers as he put his arms under hers and slammed into her hard, not holding anything back, their movements now making the car rock from side to side, their moans echoing through the empty woods. "Fuck, baby... fuck yeah... cum for me, baby... cum now..."

Eliana

Eliana let out a grunt when he finally pulled out of her, the opening suddenly so empty without the pressure of his thick cock inside of her. But everything happened fast, and just the way she needed it. She was on her back then, legs parting just in time for him to descend upon her, wasting no time. One second she could feel the head of his cock against her slick opening and then next he'd thrust into her and her back arched, a loud shameless cry filling the inside of the truck. 

Her voice rose with every hard thrust, her body jerking as their hips collided together, and he fucked her so hard and so right that he'd barely managed to get the words out before the waves started to roll over her. Her moans rose louder, their skin slapping together, and the heat started to consume her. Slowly at first and then all at once. Her body exploded in bright sparks that had her seeing stars. 

Nails dug into his shoulder blades, leaving long and angry red scratches down his body as her walls clamped down on his cock. She was completely out of control, falling to the whim of her orgasm, shaking and jerking, and tightening, crying out his name as she came.

Ale

Ale cried out loud when he felt her fingernails sinking through his skin, his boy enraptured in whirlwind of lust and need that was making him see white already, but he wanted to hold on until the moment she let go, and when that happened it didn't take him long to also surrender to the heat that was making waves inside of him. His cock throbbed inside of her, her clenching around it making his own climax that much more wonderful when it finally happened. 

His hips jerked when it happened, and for just a couple of seconds he stayed still inside of her, his cock shooting rope after rope of cum with every jerk his body gave. His arms were  still holding onto her shoulders tight as he finally let out a long, deep breath, and also the words that came off his lips before he even realized it. "I fucking love you..."

Eliana

Eliana didn't think there could be a way to feel any better from the way she felt now, body releasing a heat that could have turned her inside out. But then she felt him let go, felt him start to cum inside of her, splashing release against her walls and so deeply. When he went ragged with his orgasm, Eliana curled into him, holding him, and her legs tightened around the small of his back to keep him pressed as much inside of her as possible. The warmth filled her, wetness pulsing around him as it swallowed every last drop he gave her. Then she was panting, cheek flushed as she held onto him like he was the only lifeline she had in a never-ending ocean full of secret depths. 

Her lips turned into a lazy smile, still high on the post-sex rush, when he spoke. But it took a second to realize what those words were. Once she did, her eyes widened slightly and she looked up at him, his perfect face illuminated by nothing more than the bright moonlight and stars hanging in the sky above the car. Maybe she hadn't heard him right, or had she? Chest still rising and falling with every breath, something new started to take over her, a feeling she hadn't experienced before. "You-- what?" Curiosity more than anything heavy in her voice.

Ale

It took half a second to his brain to catch up with what his mouth had just said, it still being fogged with a cloud of lust and happiness that was making everything blurry at the moment. But the moment he saw the look on her face he knew just what had just happened. 

What? she asked. What. A million of possible responses came to mind like a flash.  He knew he liked her, and that she liked him, but love? Was there love, beyond all the amazing sex? He was sure she has had her fair share of lovers that had blown her mind, as so had he, even if he was convinced that what they had was... different. But to his recollection, it wasn't only about sex, but at how, what he felt when she died, because she did, before his eyes. The emptiness, the void, the darkness that filled his soul when he suddenly saw she wasn't in his life anymore, and how sad and broken he knew his life would had been without her in it. 

Was it love to him? Maybe. 

 Was she actually ready to hear that? He wasn't so sure.

"I-" he started saying, then he wiped the sweat off his forehead and leaned back up, pulling out of her, and he reached for a package of tissues he had somewhere under the seat. "Sorry. Heat of the moment, I guess. Tissue?" He offered the package to her.

Eliana

Eliana didn't know if she was still even moving, still breathing. Her eyes focused on his face and she replayed the moment that had happened so quickly in her mind. I fucking love you. He'd said it so simply, so easily. Just like it was simple fact and the more she heard those words from his lips, the more she felt something tighten and twist in her chest, something that told her to run. But she didn't want to. The only thing she'd ever run from were the things that were real and that meant... 

 Was it really possible? To be in... love? 

 But the answer was so clear, so obvious. Hadn't she always been in love with him? Even when she hid behind pizza and beer nights as friends. Even when she told herself it was just sex and nothing else. Even when she woke up in the early hours of the morning and just snuggled close to him, hiding in the warmth and safety of his arms. And when she'd told him she had feelings for him and he'd admitted to his own, hadn't she felt this same tightening in her chest? This was what it felt like, wasn't it? 

This was the big one.. love.

Then he moved and she felt like it came tumbling around her. "Heat... of the moment," Eliana watched him move, grabbing for the tissues. Her hands went down to the sides of the seat and she pushed herself up, wincing slightly at the feeling she had from their fucking. "R-right," she said with a nod, reaching to take one of them. "Yeah, I get it," she waved her hand. "It's... it's okay, babe. It happens." 

She cleaned herself off and then disposed of the napkin, retrieving her panties and jeans so she could pull them back on in the suddenly very quiet truck. "I was thinking we could maybe grab um, something to eat on the way back home? The popcorn was good but I'm kinda.. starving after that." 

Was it really only the heat of the moment? He really hadn't meant it?

Ale

Ale knew that if he told her how he truly felt about what had just happened he might never see Eli again. She didn't do feeling. She had been very clear and blunt about that for as long as he had known her. And there he was, spilling those silly words, and obviously freaking her out. "Yeah... It does" he repeated, not that it had ever happened to him at all, but the cool and steady in her voice sounded like 'it better not be' to him, so in his mind that was the right answer. "Yeah, I'm hungry too. Wanna go to Pop's? We can pick something there and, um. go home- My home, house... my place, yeah. What'd you say?"

Eliana

He must have really not meant it, Eliana thought when he agreed with her. She swallowed the knot that had grown in her throat, suddenly feeling like that warmth inside of her was fading into something else. Or maybe just into nothing. What the hell had she been thinking? He wasn't in love with her. But God those words sounded so right, and they felt so good to hear. Eliana nodded. "Pop's sounds great. I could go for a cheeseburger." 

She moved herself, normally at first until that rush of ache hit her and she had to shift, letting out a small chuckle that was mostly just for her now. She pressed her lips together and lowered her eyes at the way he clarified. His home, his place... she'd so liked the way it felt when he just called it home. She'd even told Charlie how much she liked it. But it sounded like he just wanted to remind her whose it was. 

She nodded then and let herself go back to herself and the way she normally acted. It's what it seemed like he wanted. "I think you got what you wanted," she said, "About the not walking straight for a couple days." Looking out the window as the truck started, Eliana stayed mostly quiet for the drive until they made it to Pop's, asking for a cheeseburger, onion rings, and a shake.

Ale

The tone in her voice cemented his conviction on the matter, but what also felt like cement was the lump that fell in his stomach. "Yeah, sorry about that. I can run a bath for you when we get back. Some warm water and soap can help you fell better," he said, his eyes now glued the road ahead. Amazing how three, or in this case four stupid words could kill the whole mood. They stayed silent the whole ride to Pop's, not that it was that far anyway, and when he finally made it to the parking lot and pulled over he looked at her after turning the motor off. "I can could go and get the food if you... don't feel like walking or something.:."

Eliana

She wanted to tell him not to be sorry because she'd liked it. She liked that he had something no one else had, that there was a part of her - or in this case, another part of her - that was his alone. But instead, Eliana remained silent, picking at her nails until they were in front of the bright lights of the diner. She looked in and thought about getting out, sitting down with him even, but instead, she didn't look over as she said, "That would be great actually." 

It wasn't even until he was out of the truck and the door shut behind him that she let herself look at him. Her eyes scanned the line of his back, the bulk of his arms, but it wasn't the same when her mind was stuck on something else. He waited for the food and she couldn't stop thinking of his perfect lips that had uttered such perfect words and then took them away. 

ELIANA: He said he loved me. CHARLIE: And you said....? ELIANA: I said, what? WHAT, Charlie. CHARLIE: You.. ELIANA: I said... WHAT. CHARLIE: He said he loved you...and you said 'what'? Seriously!? ELIANA: Well, it was kind of shocking! CHARLIE: BUT WAS IT? ELIANA: We literally just finished having sex like he was still IN me when he said it. What do you mean, was it? Of course it was. I didn't expect it. It just came out. He said, "I fucking love you." And I said what. CHARLIE: I mean if it was anyone else, I'd say 'wow that was fast' or 'are you sure it wasn't just cause of your golden pussy' but...like...it's you and Ale. You guys have been doing this dance for literally YEARS. ELIANA: He didn't mean it. CHARLIE: Of course he meant it. He's not the kind of guy that says "I love you" without meaning it. ELIANA: No... seriously. I said what, he said it was the heat of the moment kind of thing. And then we got dressed and he drove us to Pop's. He just ran inside to grab our food and I'm sitting in the truck. CHARLIE: Yeah I'm sorry but I call bullshit. You and Ale have had this 'will they won't they' thing going on for years. I guarantee you if you had said 'i love you too' he probably would have reacted differently. That's like someone saying "I love you" and you saying "okay" like I know stuff like this makes you nervous, but still ELIANA: But what if you're wrong, C... What if it literally was just this euphoric high byproduct of the fact that we'd literally fooled around at the drive in and then fucked in his truck on some side road? If I said something.. If I felt something.. Idk, it could ruin everything, you know? And everything's good. CHARLIE: I mean...I have no room to talk. You know how long it took me to come around to admitting the fact that I still had feelings for Dare. And yeah, it could risk everything But can you imagine what doors it could open if he really did mean it? ELIANA: You and Dare have been like.. meant to be from the very beginning. Everyone knew Charlie and Dare would end up together. Everyone except Charlie and Dare. So... what do I do? CHARLIE: Not for lack of trying on my part, for the record. It just took us a little longer to get there than most but we're together now, and we're happy aside from all this bullshit with the Cs I think you two need to have a conversation Maybe not right away, but it's still something that needs to happen. ELIANA: It did take a while but you guys are there and perfect together. And don't worry, babe, we'll figure out everything with the C's. We'll get them back home to you. Yeah that's going to be easy "hey remember how you said that you loved me in the car and then said you didn't mean to say it? well I just thought you should know that even though I asked for us to take it slow and keep our relationship open and shit, I love you too and i'm pretty sure I always have but I was scared of it so I pretended I didn't but I do love you and I want you to love me too because I'm big pathetic needy sack of shit?" CHARLIE: We're far from perfect, but we're happy. And that's way more than I ever had with Aidan. I hope so. I hate that I can't see them every day. I hate that I can't hear their voices. Their laughter. I'm fuckin' dyin' here. Well - one you're neither pathetic, needy, nor a sack of shit just because you have feelings for someone. If you love him, there's nothing wrong with that. Ale is a good man; it would be hard not to fall for him. Maybe you don't need to bring it up right away. Tell me about your relationship with him. Are you guys exclusive? ELIANA: No one needs perfect. I know, Char. Don't worry. We'll figure it out and they'll be back before you know it. They have to be. Good is an understatement. I feel.. I don't know, it just feels right when I'm with him. Like the pieces fit together and they were usually all jumbled around but not with him. No. We agreed to date but keep it open for the time being. It was my first relationship you know? so we can sleep with other people but we agreed to be honest with each other if we did end up having feelings for someone else. CHARLIE: You are definitely right about that. I hope so... You love him, El. He makes you want to be a better version of yourself. Love does that you know. It makes things start to fall into place. Well...do you want to sleep with/see other people? ELIANA: He’s coming back. Text later.

Once he was back not long later, she slid her phone in her pocket and reached for the bag to hold onto the food while they drove back home... back to his home.

Ale

The place was almost empty as he walked in, only a couple of people having a late night ice cream, and Pop had his burgers ready in no time. But all he could do while he sat was think of a way to make things right, or to simply admit defeat and say he had fucked things up royally. The drive to his place was as silent as before, and luckily it wasn't that long either. They got up to the apartment and were sitting on  the couch soon after, eating their food. "I'm sorry. About what I said before. I didn't mean to freak you out," he finally said, after yet another long silence.

Eliana

Why did it have to feel so awkward now? Was she making it awkward by having actually let herself admit the way she was feeling, even if she'd only done so in her own head? Eliana was careful getting out of the truck and walked inside, kicking off her shoes. And it was still so quiet. That wasn't like either of them, and she didn't like it at all. But what could she say? Sorry I made things weird by taking your slip of the tongue too seriously.? 

So instead, she focused on the food, having a couple bites before she picked at her onion rings, peeling off the breading and popping it into her mouth before working on the next one. She loved the flavor of onion rings but could never stand the actual onion. Ale almost shocked her when he spoke and she looked up at him, a blush crossing her face unbeckoned. 

"It's--" She had been about to say it's fine but God, she said, it's fine about so much even when it wasn't and she was tired of saying it so instead she shrugged and said, "You didn't." Her mind had switched to the things Charlie had said when she texted her while Ale had gone in Pop's to get their food. You and Ale have had this 'will they won't they' thing going on for years. I guarantee you if you had said 'i love you too' he probably would have reacted differently. But he'd said it was the heat of the moment and she felt so conflicted, unsure what to say or if she should say anything at all. 

"I-- I know you think it was a mistake," she told him. "You don't... you don't have to apologize for that."

Ale

Ale took another bite of his burger and shrugged, talking only after he swallowed his food. "It's  just a mistake because I know... you don't want to- you don't do that. So, what I said shouldn't matter, because it'd only screw things up." Another shrug. "So you don't need to worry about that."

Eliana

"You said it was a heat of the moment thing," Eliana said, pushing her food away because she was suddenly less than hungry. It shouldn't bother her so much that he didn't mean it but what he said.. calling it a mistake because she didn't do those things. Did that mean he did mean to say it? "Why are you even worried about screwing things up? You-- couldn't. I'm the one who asked for us to take it slow and then got the stupid notion in my head that you meant it when you said you loved me." 

Crap. Shit. Fuck. Well, it was too late to keep this from becoming a conversation that they needed to have. "I was surprised, okay? I was shocked. Because no one's ever said that to me before." She shrugged gently, "And I thought I hated it but then I heard you say it and.. and I.. didn't hate it.."

Ale

Ale chuckled with a bitter tone. "Yeah, what I meant. Like I said, it doesn't matter, because the shock look on your face said it all. You want to keep things the way they are and I'm cool with that." He shook his head. "You don't have to say that, it's fine. We have a good thing going and it'd suck to mess it up." He stood up and went into the kitchen to get them some water.

Eliana

Charlie had said that she and Ale had been dancing the same ‘will they, won’t they’ dance for years. Looking back it was easy enough to see even if she hadn’t seen it going forward. But it felt like this was it. They gave it a try and now they’d pull back. They touched the potential of love and then sunk away from it. Was it fast? Maybe to other people. Maybe to the outside world. But this thing between them had been building and growing ever since they first met. It wasn’t an ‘I love you’ after almost two weeks of dating. 

It was an ‘I love you’ after a lifetime of knowing each other. And this place had been such a big part of all of it. It was the place she’d told him everything about her past, the place he’d made her feel safe, the place they almost lost each other and the place they found one another. Now it felt like the place where things would all fall apart. When he got up and walked into the kitchen, Eliana shook her head. They did have a good thing going, she thought, but that didn’t change what she felt and ever since he’d said those words, she wanted to say them back to him. Her chest ached with the restraint that years of pain and hesitation shackled onto those words. 

“You know what? I think I’m just gonna go.” She stood from the couch and grabbed her bag, tossing it over her shoulder, moving towards the door before he could have a chance to stop her. If he even wanted to stop her. “I’m just gonna walk, get some air or something. I’ll talk to you... later.” And then she was out the door, hurrying down to the street and quickly off in the direction of her trailer.

Ale

Ale was pouring the two water glasses, his back to where Eli was when she said that, and when she said she was leaving he chuckled dryly. Of course she was running in the other direction, even after he had to lie about his true feelings. "Sure, see ya" he said without turning, but the sound of the door slamming told him she was far gone. Sighing, he picked up what was left of their dinner and placed it on the table, thinking for sure that they were done.

ELIANA: Well that was fun. I just goddamn sprinted for the door and I’m walking home because he said things were fine how they were and that he only said it was heat of the moment because I looked so shocked and he didn’t want to fuck things up and.. I’m allowed to be shocked! I was.. I was shocked. I was shocked, Charlie. No ones ever said it to me before. Not in the way he meant it. Or the way I thought he meant it. It was so fucking quiet in there and I couldn’t stand it and I know he’s hurting and I couldn’t handle it so I fucking left like I always do. Goddamn it.  CHARLIE: I mean, things are going to feel right until they don’t. Until one of you wants more and don’t know how to express that. Regardless, I don’t know if I think you’re going to lose him, E.  ELIANA:  What the fuck is wrong with me, Charlie?

Eliana

Eliana’s fingers tapped away quickly into her cell phone, thoughts and feelings and phrases that she couldn’t explain being shred away to Charlie. But even though they were talking, she was alone. She stopped walking, standing in the light of a street lamp, and she knew she could leave. She could continue down the road in front of her, go home, and in the morning she knew that they would act like nothing had happened. They’d go back to the way things used to be and his confession would be lost in the memories of moments that had meant more to her than she ever allowed herself to admit. 

I fucking love you... 

 Grasping her cellphone tightly against her chest, Eliana looked back at in the direction she’d come. Did she really want that? Did she really want to pretend that hearing those words meant nothing to her? That they only served to scare her away? That when she was alone with him, she didn’t feel more herself than she ever had? Tapping another message to Charlie, Eliana shoved her phone into her back pocket and ran. Ran because she didn’t want to change her mind. Ran because she wanted to move faster than the fear that always consumed her. She darted up to the front door and banged her fist against it. 

Come on, she thought. Answer.

Ale

Ale had just finished picking everything up, also putting what was left of the burgers inside the oven, when he was startled by the banging on the door. "Did you forget something?" he said when he saw it was Eli standing at the door.

Eliana

Eliana had been so focused on getting back here that as soon as she was looking up at him, she realized that she didn’t figure out what to say. All the words she knew were jumbled in her head, lost in the rush to return to him and fix this. She stared at him for a moment, willing her brain to think, her mouth to move. Did she forget something? Yeah. Yeah, she did. 

“You scared me,” she said. No thought. No process. Just words flowing. “Not you, you, but... but the way you make me feel. Because I never felt this before and I don’t-I don’t know how to navigate it, and I run away from things I’m afraid of. I know I pretend to be brave but I’m... not.” 

Taking a breath, Eliana knew there was no stopping all of this. Even if it meant that she was going to mess this up. Not saying it would be worse. Letting him believe she didn’t feel that way about him was worse. “I always end up running, like I did tonight but... fuck, Ale, you’re the only person I ever stopped and turned around and ran back to.. the only person it felt wrong to leave.” She looked up at him, not sure how this would change anything but she said the one thing her initial shock had kept her from saying earlier. 

“And I know I screwed up when I froze but... I love you too.”

Ale

Ale feared that Eli had only returned to put the final nail on everything, a sort of 'and let me make one more thing clear' sort of thing, at least judging by the way in which she banged the door; but as he listened to her he stood frozen on the spot, taking every word in, knowing that she had meant each one. Knowing that he had been mistaken of thinking otherwise. 

 A brief moment of wit reminded him they were still standing at the door, and that she had just said all those things from the same spot where she had called, not two minutes ago, and he knew there was only one thing he could say, or more like do. Cradling her face with both hands he reeled her back in the apartment and kicked the door close, and as their lips met with even much more force they had that night, he pushed her against the door, almost as if he wanted to make sure she wouldn't be going anywhere. 

He savoured her lips, his own taste still lingering somewhere on her tongue, which he sucked and stroke at ease, to the point they were both gasping for breath when they finally pulled back. "I lied... I lied. It wasn't the heat of the moment, I swear. I love you, Eliana. I really do. I don't know since when, but I do. And I don't want you running anymore. Stay with me... Let's figure this shit out together, please," he said with a breathless chuckle, his forehead now pressed on hers.

Eliana

There was a moment when Eliana just stood there, looking at this man that meant so much to her, someone who had been a friend and a lover, and now even more. The air of her words filled the space between them and she was sure that were she standing in front of anyone else in the world, she would have tried to backpedal and swallow the things she said. Not this time. Not with this man. She knew without a single doubt that she'd meant everything she said. 

 And then his hands were on her face and they were kissing, her body reacting before her mind even caught up. Her arms wound around his neck, keeping herself as close to him as she could, chest flush against him. She didn't want any space between them - couldn't stand it. They kissed but it felt like so much more than that, like she could breathe him in and when they parted, her back pressed against the door, she looked up at him with something that shone so much brighter than the stars in her eyes. 

He lied, and then he said it again, and she was so happy that a pleasant laugh came from her well-kissed lips. Her eyes closed as she let his words wrap around her. Shaking her head slightly so she didn't move too much, Eliana whispered, "I'm not going anywhere." Her fingertips trailed along his jaw, to the side of his neck. "No more running."

Ale

Ale looked back into her eyes and smiled. "Good. And if you are, we're going together." He held onto her hand and placed a soft kiss to it. "I also meant what I said about that bath earlier. You want to maybe take one with me, and maybe ease your sore muscles?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her and laughed before he put his arms around her and picked her up.

Eliana

For so much of her life, Eliana had never admitted to having those kinds of feelings because the more you cared, the harder it was to take it when someone let you down. But she knew that Ale had never let her down, and that fear of being hurt wasn't coming. Smiling as he kissed her hand, she let the world outside of the two of them fade into nothingness. 

"I'd like that," she said about the bath. Not just the warm water easing her muscles but to be pressed against him, held against his body, enjoying the beautiful aftermath of their confession. Giggling as he lifted her, Eliana wrapped around arms around his neck and then pressed a gentle kiss against his lips. "I'd like everything with you." 

Running away may have been safe but this feeling she had inside of her was worth risking everything for. He was worth risking everything for, and she was enjoying the dive.