#love that the all over print just looks like its from the like opening scene

[mywaywardcupcake]

So maybe I am like way behind on finding out about this, but loungefly is coming out with a yugioh mini backpack???

[prod-ddeonu]

UNDER THE COVER | s.jy

MDNI! MDNI! MDNI!

pairing: librarian!Jake x fem!reader

cw/tw: librarian!Jake, badboy!Jake, smut, fluff, mentions of assault and sa, drugs, sex in a public building, pet names, praise, face fucking, masturbation, kissing, mentions of murder (one line)

synopsis: Love was never your goal, preferring to keep your nose in a book while sitting in an isolated corner of your favorite library. But then you met Jake Sim: the quiet librarian who wore sweaters and button downs, the man who treated every book like a treasure, the man that you felt was perfect for you. You knew better than to judge a book by its cover, but who would have known your quiet library crush was the exact opposite of what you'd expected?

featuring: jay and sunghoon (iconic bffs!)

wc: ~6.9k

PART 2

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“Finals are kicking my ass, man,” Sunghoon stretched his arms above his head as he dramatically groaned.

Jay nodded, his notes every shade of the rainbow from his color coded highlighting method of studying. “You can say that again,” he capped the red highlighter and put it behind his ear.

“Finals are kicking my ass, man,” Sunghoon repeated, laughing when Jay threw the yellow highlighter at him.

The two turned to you, your head falling as your eyes began to shut. “Y/N!” Jay shouted. Sunghoon pressed his finger against his mouth and shushed him. “Piss off, Hoon. We're in a soundproofed study room,” Jay sneered.

Your head shot up, hands flying into the table to catch yourself. “The proper function is forty-four,” you mumbled as your eyes opened. “Oh, sorry. I had a dream I had already taken the final,” you rubbed your eye with your wrist.

Sunghoon put his hand over your forehead. “Y/N, if you don't sleep enough, your score’s gonna be a forty-four,” he said, his tone laced with worry.

You smiled, pinching the bridge of your nose. Sunghoon ran his hand over the ponytail you held your hair in, bringing the hair over his head. “Jay, you think I could work long hair?”

“I don't even think you can work basic algebraic equations,” he scoffed. Sunghoon frowned, sitting back upright.

He looked at his notes before groaning in agony. “I'm done for the night, guys. It's, like, seven at night and I'm tired,” he whined.

“Yeah, I think I'm gonna head home, too. You coming, Y/N?” Jay asked as the two stood, packing their notes and pencils.

You shook your head. “No, I'm gonna get a little bit of reading therapy in,” you smiled, thinking of your favorite character.

The two boys looked at each other with a raised brow. Sunghoon wiggled his at Jay, the other returning the action to create some sort of impromptu language. “Are you sure it's therapeutic reading?” Jay asked tenderly.

“Or is it ‘I wanna fuck that hot librarian’?” Sunghoon finished the point, sliding onto the table in front of you.

Your ears turned red, the mental image Sunghoon painted making you sweat. The two burst into laughter, clapping loudly and pointing at you. “She totally does! Y/N has a crush!” Jay shouted.

You slapped your hand over his mouth. “It's soundproof in here, not a solitary confinement cell! They can definitely hear your walrus laughter!”

Jay faked shock, slapping his hand against his chest and holding the table for support.

Ignoring him, Sunghoon leaned his elbows against the table next to you. “So, whatcha likin’ about this dude?”

You squeaked. “I- um-”

Jay returned to his position on the other side of you, his hand on your shoulder. “Is he loud, badass, smokes a lot of weed and parties all night, muscle tees and ripped jeans, maybe a print-”

“Alright, alright!” You shouted. “Remind me to put some soap in your mouth, Jay,” you wagged your finger in his face. He snapped his jaw at you, following your finger. “He's the exact opposite, actually. He's quiet, really kind, he’s not into the party scene, he doesn't wear anything too showy-”

“So he's just like you?” Sunghoon interrupted, pulling the edge of his sweater onto his shoulder.

You nodded, a cheesy grin coming over your lips. “And how do you know all this?” Jay raised his brow. “I doubt you've hung out with him.”

“I can just tell,” you sighed dreamily. You kicked your feet underneath you in excitement.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Ah, yes. Because you read minds.”

Jay clicked his tongue at you, crossing his arms. “Y/N, did nobody ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover?” He asked. “What if you get your hopes up, and then you find out that he's some rager that breaks your heart?”

You shook your head. “I don't think so, he seems pretty genuine from the way he looks.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes playfully again, “Delusion is one of your few flaws, Y/N. Your other one is reading for fun.”

You sat with your knees against your chest in a small corner of the library. The seating arrangement in that corner was a long, wooden bench that wrapped around the corner of the room. You liked to sit against the corner, your back to the wall and feet facing the shelves in front of you.

In the book you were reading, the main character had gone out with her boss in order to escape her manipulative boyfriend and catch him cheating. Her boss was icy, tall, and young. You'd barely managed to catch it, but it seemed that he was younger than her. The main character was a happy woman who let her naïvety get the best of her, which her boss had helped her get past.

You were in the scene where her boss confesses to her, but you weren't sure where the story was going. He told her he was falling in love with her, which she reciprocated, but he was holding her so close, and the word “heat” and “member” kept appearing in sentences.

You saw a shadow loom over you, shading your book from the light. A large hand rested on top of the book, tilting it back. “Are you enjoying the book so far?” A deep voice with a thick accent asked.

You nodded, not looking up. “It's really good, I'm just a little confused as to what's happening. I don't know who this member is and why they're so hot, but it doesn't make sense for her to be kissing them and not the main guy,” you rambled.

The person let out a deep chuckle. “Cute,” he said under his breath. “This is my favorite part, actually. If you don't know what all of that means, though, maybe you should skip that scene. It's not really important to the plot, anyways,” he continued.

The dim light above you bounced off of his rings, his long finger tapping on the spine of the book lightly in a fidgeting manner.

“I want to know what it means,” you sighed. “Can you explain it to me?”

When the person didn't respond, you looked upwards. Your breath caught in your throat as you squeaked.

The librarian you'd been harboring a secret crush on stood above you, his mouth slightly agape and his cheeks pink. His eyes grew wider with shock the longer you looked into them.

You turned back to the book, your eyes not really reading any words. “I can figure it out myself, sorry,” you whispered.

The man scratched the nape of his neck, a shy laugh leaving his lips. “No, it's okay, that scene is just…”

“Just what? Confusing?”

“Just not something you'd want a stranger to explain.”

“If you love the book, though, wouldn't you be good at explaining it?” You asked, curiosity bubbling up inside you.

He took the book from your hands, folding the corner of the page you were on and closing it. “Let me go check this out for you. I'll tell you at the counter, then you can read the rest at home, ‘kay?”

You nodded, willing to do anything he suggested. He walked you to his counter, scanning the book. “That scene you were reading is probably one of the most well-written sex scenes a reader could ask for,” he casually commented, smirking when you covered your mouth. “You can Google the words you don't know, but tell me if you still enjoyed the book when you return it!”

He placed the book in your bag, waving to you and leaning against the counter.

You sound around, mouth open to speak. “Name’s Jake, by the way,” he smiled handsomely at you, nodding his head up once. “I was gonna introduce myself to you properly, but you kinda jumped the gun on that one, miss sex book girl.”

You blushed, looking away in embarrassment. “You don't have to call me that,” you barely whispered.

“Yeah?” He poked his tongue at his lip with a teasing smile. “What can I call you, then?”

“Y/N,” you looked at the floor before spinning around and walking to the door.

Jake waved behind you, a smile still prevalent on his face. “Have a safe night, Y/N,” he called out behind you. “Hope you enjoy your book!”

Oh, you enjoyed that book alright. With Jake’s words looming in your head, and a trusty Google search (turned out, member did not mean another character), you finished the book with a foggy mind and a whole lot of nervous swallows.

Jay and Sunghoon sat across from you at your local cafe, your bag on the table and notes strewn about. “Hoon, I think you should change majors,” Jay sighed, his palm against his forehead.

Sunghoon chewed his straw nervously while the other reviewed his notes and practice exam. “Why? I thought I was good with my pre-med stuff,” he grabbed the paper from Jay’s hands.

“‘What do you call a row of stitches holding together the edges of an incision?’ was the question, Hoon.”

He looked it over. “I don't see what I did wrong.”

You peeked your head up from your notes, reading the question. “You wrote ‘satire,’” Jay deadpanned. Sunghoon cursed under his breath and erased the answer, writing suture in its place.

“Could've sworn I put suture for that,” Sunghoon mumbled. You pat his back reassuringly, a small frown on his face. “I think I'm just burning out, I've been studying all of this for so long. Jay, gimme your card, I'm gonna go buy us a round of espresso.”

Jay swatted Sunghoon’s reaching arm away. “Dude, no! Use your card, I'm not rich,” he scoffed.

“Oh my gosh, Jay, please,” you whined. “I'm so tired, I barely slept last night.”

Jay’s brow flew to the top of his forehead, the corner of his lip lifting. “Is it because of a certain librarian you stayed late to see?” He lightly punched your shoulder jokingly.

You held your shoulder and cried out in pain dramatically. “C’mon, Jay, you owe her now,” Sunghoon waved his fingers at Jay to make a grabbing motion. Jay sighed, rolling his eyes and giving the card to him. “First round’s on Jay!”

Sunghoon skittered off to the counter to order the drinks, leaving Jay to interrogate you further.

He scooted his chair closer to yours, his arms folded over his chest. “So,” he started, “what's the reason you were up all night?”

You squeaked nervously. He laughed, placing his hand over yours softly. “I was reading a book Jake said was good,” you almost whispered.

Jay shot backwards into his seat, letting out a loud gasp of shock and earning concerned stares from the rest of the customers. You shushed him, to no avail. He spun in his chair, calling out to his friend. “Hoon! Hoon!”

Sunghoon turned to face him with a scowl. “What?” He mouthed.

“She got the hot librarian’s name!” He shouted, not caring whose morning he disturbed.

Sunghoon ran out of line, sliding back into the chair across from you and resting his hand against his chin. “Soooo,” Sunghoon dragged out, “what's his naaaame?”

You shrunk into your seat. “It’s, um-”

“It's Jake!” Jay shouted, leaning over the table.

Sunghoon and Jay brought their hands together, ooh-ing in a high pitched tone as they wiggle their fingers. “Anything else happen? Did he hold the door open for you?” Sunghoon swooned at you.

You shyly laughed. “No, he just told me to read this book,” you blushed, pulling it out of your bag. “He told me what some of it meant, and it really helped!”

Jay flipped the book open to the folded corner, reading a paragraph quickly. He closed the book, furrowed his brows, reopened the book, re-read the paragraph, and turned to you, pointing at the pages as he let his mouth hang open. “He told you what this meant?”

You nodded, blushing. “I was a little embarrassed, but he was super nice about it,” you crossed your ankles and swayed slowly.

Jay shut the book and slid it into your bag, Sunghoon reaching in and pulling it out as he turned.

“Y/N, my dearest, sweetest, bestest friend,” he placed his hand on your shoulder with a smile. Suddenly, his grip turned hard, squeezing into your collarbone. “HE IS FLIRTING WITH YOU!” He seethed.

You swatted his hand away. “Then what do– ow, that actually hurts still– I do?”

Jay peacefully made a tent with his hands against the table. He blew his bangs out of his face, the brunette pieces flying upwards. “You go back there, and you ask him out,” Jay smirked evilly. “And then, you come back and relay everything to us.”

You nodded, saluting and grunting in comprehension.

Sunghoon gasped loudly, causing you and Jay to whip your heads to him.

He slammed the book against the table, scattering Jay’s highlighters and your pencils. “THIS IS A SEX BOOK?!” He shouted.

You blushed while Jay put his hand to his mouth in order to stifle his laughter. Sunghoon slowly turned to you, disgust apparent on his face. “You're such a nerd you read porn?”

“Hey, man. She reads it for the plot,” Jay snickered.

After your embarrassing exchange with your friends, you went back to the library to return the book (and stare at Jake). You held the book in front of you, sad to part with it. Jake had opened a door to a new world that you'd never heard of: the world of erotic romance books.

You blushed at the thought of the genre being his favorite. Swinging the door open, you took in the scent of paper, dust, and the slight hint of lavender you always caught when you walked in. Your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.

Jake scanned a book at the counter for a woman, his long, black hair being accessorized by his usual pair of round, metal-rimmed glasses.

You watched silently from in front of the door as he performed such a melancholy task in such a charming way. The sleeves of his blue pullover came to the edges of his palm, his white turtleneck beneath covering his skin. You watched his pouty lips curve into your favorite smile, a slight wink being thrown to the older woman.

The woman slipped the book into her bag, giggling and walking towards the door. Jake’s eyes met your own, a happy wave being sent your way.

You felt yourself begin to melt at the sight.

You waved back, walking towards where he was standing. You placed the book into the counter as he smiled at you. He laughed lightly. “Guess it wasn't your cup of tea, seeing as you're bringing it back the next morning?”

You shook your head, “The opposite, actually. I finished it all last night, I just couldn't put it down!” You smiled.

Jake raised a brow, putting his elbow onto the countertop and resting his chin in his palm. “Yeah?” He asked with a thick accent. “What made it so enjoyable?”

This is the flirting Jay was talking about, you thought to yourself.

You bit the tip of your tongue, looking around the room in thought. What could you say to add to the flirting? You hadn't been in a serious relationship in years, you had little to no current experience.

“I guess I really liked the main character's chemistry with her boss,” you smiled at him, “and how he had a different side to his character that he only showed her.”

Jake nodded, leaning back and rocking onto the heels of his feet. He slid the book across the counter with a low whistle escaping his lips. “You're the first person I've met that tried to find something romantic in this book.”

You mentally facepalmed yourself. “Is that not what I was supposed to do? The writing was really good, I just-”

“Hey, hey,” he laughed. “Don't worry your pretty self over that, I think it's cool that you didn't just admire the smut aspect of the book,” he scanned the barcode on the back cover and placed the book onto a cart.

“I did enjoy that part a little, it just felt awkward to read,” you lied. You actually re-read that section of the book three times after finishing the book.

Jake’s tongue swiped across his bottom lip to wet it with a smile. He walked around the counter, pushing his book cart in the direction of the young adult section of the library.

You turned to walk to your usual corner of the library, ready to surrender this golden opportunity to your awkwardness. You took a step forward, spinning back around quickly as Jake coughed.

You made eye contact as his mouth opened to speak. “Can I have your number?” You blurted out.

Jake’s mouth shut with squinted eyes. Rejection.

“Can you read my mind or something?” He asked.

You shot him a confused look, a toothy grin splayed across his face. “I was-” He cleared his throat nervously, “I was just thinking about how I wanted to ask you to hang out after I close up, sorry if it came out weird.”

You felt clouds lift your feet, making them take even steps before landing in front of him with your phone out. He chuckled as he put his number into your phone. “Doesn't this place close late, though?” You asked.

He nodded. “It closes at nine, but if I'm being honest, fun never really happens until after dark.”

You laughed, thinking he was joking. He was not.

He shrugged, continuing to push the cart. “Just text me your address, I'll pick you up. I'll make sure it's a date that you'll never forget,” he smiled.

Your heart soared. It raced. It pounded. More importantly, it stopped. Time stopped. “Date?” You squeaked out.

He laughed, his ears turning red. “Yeah, I figured it should be a date. Don't wanna waste a good time with a pretty girl like you, y'know?” He scratched the back of his neck.

You nodded eagerly. “It's a date! What do I wear?”

“Just some comfortable clothes, you don't have to do much to impress me. I'll be wearing what I usually do, anyways,” he placed a book onto the shelf, examining the next book.

You walked to the cart, grabbing a book from the other side. “I know it's not very romantic, but can I help you put away the books? It might help you close faster,” you smiled.

He pulled the cuffs of his pull-over off of his hands. “I find it very romantic that you want to do the most boring part of my job with me, actually,” he joked.

That same lavender scent you would get hints of came flooding your senses as the two of you worked closely. You closed your eyes, taking a long breath. Jake smelled like lavender, and god, it made your knees weak.

Jay and Sunghoon, although strongly against the date, showed up to your place at seven sharp to help you get ready for it. “I mean, what kind of guy asks a kind and unsuspecting girl to go out after nine?” Sunghoon asked as he curled your hair.

He looked up into the mirror, eyes locking on yours. “A sex offender,” He released your hair from the contraption, waving the wand in the air as he spoke.

Jay groaned as he laid different outfit combinations across your bed. “For the tenth time, Sunghoon, he wouldn't be able to work at a public library if he was a registered sex offender!” Jay tapped his toes in thought before throwing a red shirt of yours onto the growing pile of clothes on your floor.

“Maybe he's not a sex offender yet,” Sunghoon replied, “but our little Y/N could end up being the body they find in the ditch.”

You sighed as Jay struggled to not throw a hard object at his friend. Sunghoon and Jay had been going at it since they arrived, Sunghoon erring more on the “worried mother” end of the argument.

“Sunghoon, stop worrying so much. He's super cute and sweet, he probably just wants to watch a movie or something,” you smiled.

Sunghoon clicked his tongue. “Let's recall what he said. ‘Wear something comfortable’, because tight clothes cause you to bleed out slower. ‘A date you'll never forget’, because you'll be dead by eleven.”

“‘I just want to have sex with you and then send you home at four in the morning,’” Jay commented. “You make it sound like she's going out with Michael Myers. Don't forget, Hoon, she already agreed to share her location with us in the groupchat.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, running his fingers through your curls. “So we'll know what corner of the road her body ends up on, but what about her head?”

“Oh, God, you're going off the deep end,” you pressed your hand to your forehead.

You stood from the chair, doing a small twirl for the two. You had already done your makeup before the two arrived, but you were a lost cause with fashion and hair.

Jay clapped, his lower lip jutting out in an impressed expression. “Wow, Hoon. Maybe you should drop out of college and become a hairdresser,” he commented, earning a threatening jab with the hot iron from Sunghoon.

You unplugged the appliance, taking it from his hands and carefully placing it down. Jay held a shirt and skirt to your body, nodding for the other man to look at the combination.

Sunghoon patted the man on his back, a smile on his face. “See, if I had to send my only daughter off to possibly go missing, this is the outfit I think she'd want to go in.”

You walked out of your door at exactly a quarter past nine, Jake’s text message reminding you of a drunk message from Jay.

Hey um he uh, um out sigh in the blocker period sore we eve this cumster you we're, um using speech to text period

You figured it translated roughly to, “Hey, I'm here, I'm outside in the black car. Sorry if this comes to you weird, I'm using text to speech.” You just couldn't figure out where cumster could've come from.

You giggled as you sat in the car. Your purse clinked loudly with the pepper spray, pocket knife, seatbelt cutter, lockpick, whistle, and body reflectors Sunghoon wouldn't let you leave without.

You closed the door, turning to Jake. You audibly screamed when you saw the man in the front seat. He jumped, looking into the backseat and out of every window. “Shit, Y/N, what's wrong?!” He shouted, equally as scared as you.

You looked at him in disbelief. “Jake? Is that really you?”

The man who was sitting next to you was wearing a black wife-beater and baggy jeans with large tears at the knees, a small book pendant hanging off a gold chain. His body, now uncovered by layers of clothing, was covered by layers of ink. He had a paw print on his inner arm, the name Layla written inside of it, along with many music tattoos and smaller symbols across his arms and chest.

You looked down, noting that it seemed even his legs had art on them. His eyes followed yours, a small gasp leaving his mouth. “Oh, yeah. Guess I forgot to mention all that,” he smiled. “They're everywhere, but they all mean something.”

You looked up at him, your eyes wide. You may have painted him as a modest man, but you'd be lying if you said the Jake in front of you didn't make you feel butterflies. “They're pretty,” you commented, reading the tattoo on the side of his neck.

“Love is a great beautifier.”

Jake self-consciously ran his hand over it. “It's from Little Women,” Jake smiled softly.

“I love that book,” you commented, continuing to admire his look. His hair had fallen messily over his forehead, his glasses seeming to have disappeared.

He sucked a breath in through his teeth. “Me too, actually. It's what got me into reading,” he looked forward as he put his seatbelt back on. “Look, if you find that I look too weird like this, I can put a jacket on or something-”

“No! I like it, actually. You look… good,” you blushed as you put your seatbelt on.

Jake reached his hand under your chin, lifting your head to look at him. “Look me in my eyes and say it again,” the corner of his lip lifted. “I want to see you say it, don't hide your face from me.”

You mumbled, “You look good.”

“I'll take it,” he smiled fully, throwing the car into drive and pulling into the road. “Just know, I don't let pretty girls hold their tongue around me.”

You looked out the window in an effort to hide your nervousness. Jake turned his radio on, playing a band you didn't know.

He started humming along to the song as it got closer to the chorus. He had a beautiful voice, which only added to your nervousness.

“Where are we going?” You asked, noticing a familiarity in the direction he was driving in.

He tested his elbow against his center console as he drove with one hand. “I figured I could take you to the library after hours, y'know? We'd be alone but it wouldn't be like you didn't know the place. I can show you my favorite spot, too.”

You shot a glance in his direction. “Jake, isn't it closed?”

“Yeah, and?”

“As in, we can't be there?”

“Yes we can,” he smiled.

You rolled your eyes. “If you're trying to break into a building, I think we should call this off.”

“Relax, sweetheart,” he laughed, his accent shining through, “it's not breaking in.”

“Entering with a key doesn't count.”

“It does when you own the place,” Jake pulled up to a stop light, wiggling his eyebrows at you before laughing loudly. Your jaw was to the floor, an unreadable expression in your eyes. “I've never made it obvious that I owned it, because it was given to me by my grandmother when she retired, but I've owned it since I moved here. My cousin opens the place on weekdays while I go to college, but I close every night and spend the whole weekend there.”

“You'd have to live there to pull that off,” you rolled your eyes.

“I do,” he responded. “My place is right next to it.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Of course you're handsome, funny, good at singing, and you own a business.”

You felt his hand land on your leg, his fingers tapping rhythmically to the music. You turned to him, your eyes trailing up his arm. “You can continue,” he said with a shit-eating grin.

You lightly hit his arm, pointing to the road. “Light's green,” you turned to hide your blush.

Jake walked you into the familiar building, a small smile on his face as he pulled a projector from the office room. “Come and sit down, pretty girl,” he plugged a handful of cords into the device and turned it on.

You walked past the nonfiction shelves to see pillows forming small seats on the floor, a basket of movie snacks and drinks in the middle. Jake had thrown some last minute fairy lights into the mix, wrapping them around the seating area and putting some candles on the ground. “Jake, this looks amazing.”

He sat on a pillow before laughing and motioning to the other. You ran over, sitting down and immediately putting on a movie.

You didn't watch a single moment of the movie. Although Jake seemed immersed, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. Your eyes took in the slight shine against his skin from the movie, the light in his eyes looking like stars. You didn't miss the way he chewed his tongue when he got focused, or when his hair was blown awry by the air conditioner.

Your brain took a turn for the worse as a more romantic scene in the movie arrived. Your eyes raked over his exposed skin, feeling like a Victorian man who had just been introduced to short sleeves.

You looked at his tattoos, really looked at them, and saw countless music notes with small letters in them, a guitar, small pictures or animals, and a lot of book references. You never expected Jake to have been fully inked up, but you also never expected to find that as a huge turn-on.

You squeezed your thighs together to hide the fact that a simple doodle in perfectly smooth skin had put you in such a predicament. Jake turned to you, wrapping his arm around you and pointing to the screen. “See that actor?”

“Yeah, what about him?” You asked.

Jake let his hand fall onto your lap, turning to you. “Even he can tell you're not paying attention,” he pushed your hair behind your ear. “Wanna tell me what you like so much that you've been staring at me the whole time?”

You gawked. You geeked. You'd fumbled.

Jake slid his hand onto your back, and in a moment he was above you. “Tell me, sweetheart, what's so attractive that it's got you squeezing those pretty thighs so tight?”

You gulped, your thoughts having gone anywhere but where they should. He tapped his finger against your lip, a sinful smile on his face. “Your tattoos,” you whispered.

Jake leaned back, messily pushing his hair out of his face and laughing darkly. “You like my tattoos so much that you're getting wet over them?” He asked, looking down at you.

You nodded. “I like how cool you look, wanna see the rest.”

“You want to see the rest of the ones on me, sweetheart?” He asked in that thick Aussie accent you couldn't get enough of.

With a small squeak, you nodded again, feeling smaller than usual in his gaze. He looked at you the same way you'd assume a predator stared at its prey in its final moments, but you felt a strange sense of safety with him.

He slowly leaned in, his arms caging you in as he pressed his lips to yours. He held your hip with his large hand, his fingers gripping your ass while his palm held you down. He slid his thigh over your core, pressing into where you needed him most.

Your lips parted, letting out a moan. Jake swallowed it whole, sliding his tongue against your own slowly and sucking on your bottom lip. The two of you built a slow rhythm, his thigh grinding into you as you arched your back like clockwork.

His hand never left your hip, holding you in place to keep you victim to his torturously slow lips and thrusts. He loved every noise that left your mouth. Jake pulled away from you, his eyes taking in your wet, puffy lips. The two of you were breathlessly panting to catch your breaths.

His lips parted in thought. “Didn't think you'd be such a good kisser,” he mused. “Almost like you were made for my lips.”

You giggled, pushing him off you as he went to press more kisses to your lips. “Jake, I want to know more about you,” you whined.

“For one, I'm a really good kisser,” he wiggled his eyebrows jokingly as he settled back into his seat. His arms came behind him for support. He seemed to not worry about covering his obvious boner, leaning back and looking at the ceiling.

You hit his arm. “I know that already,” you fussed. “But, like, what are some hobbies of yours?”

He jut his bottom lip out in thought. “I play guitar,” he shrugged, “and there's nothing I love more than getting high and reading a good book.”

You blinked slowly, his eyes coming to yours with a smile. “What does being high even have to do with reading?”

“Makes the experience more realistic. Feels like you're there, you start feeling what the character feels and all,” he sighed. “I like to read romance books, though.”

You bit the back of your lip. “Does that really work?”

“Wanna try it?"

Jake had lit a joint for you, showing you how to hold it and even going so far as to hold it for you while he played with your hair.

The world started to move slower, certain colors waving in your vision. “Do you feel it?” Jake asked, running his hands through your hair. You nodded, looking around the room. “The rest’ll hit soon, just know I'm right here if you need me.”

He put his arm around your shoulders as he took his own hits, resting his head against your own.

He put the joint into a small ashtray, standing with you and grabbing one of the many books he'd brought into the soundproofed study room off a table.

The two of you read through it, laughing when one of you wouldn't be done with the page as fast as the other. Suddenly, the book began to describe a racier scene, one with hands all over the main character's body and kisses being pressed over her.

Jake watched you closely, taking note of how you squirmed in your seat every time the girl felt a new sensation. “What's wrong, Y/N?” Jake asked in a low voice, leaning into you. “You seem… worked up.”

You swallowed hard. “N-No! I’m just cold,” you lied. Jake clicked his tongue, closing the book and holding you by your thigh.

He used his hand to pull you closer, his lips connecting to your own. “Sure, sweetheart. I believe you,” he lied with a smirk. He glanced at your lips again before wrapping his fingers around your throat, pulling you in to continue his rough kiss.

A groan slipped from Jake's own throat, his body reacting before he could. He pulled away, his hand sliding up your closed thighs. “Not,” he continued, connecting your lips again. You opened your legs slightly, giving Jake the ability to use his hand and pry them open.

He ran his fingers up and down your clothed slit, just barely giving you the friction you craved. You felt how hard he was through his jeans, his crotch subtly grinding against your leg. He continued his assault against your lips, never once stopping for air.

You hit his chest, moaning into his mouth as he pulled away. “Jake, stop teasing me.”

“Oh, I'd never tease you, darling,” he responded with a mischievous grin. “Just wanted you to feel how good you're gonna feel with me.”

Jake took his hand off your skirt and brought it into your other hand. He brought his lips to your neck, biting down and tracing the marks with his tongue. You moaned out his name, making him groan lowly into your neck.

“I can't wait anymore,” he said as he stepped back and began unbuckling his belt. “I need to feel your throat around me.”

You stood, walking to be in front of him and pushing his back to the table. His breath caught in his throat as you sank to your knees in front of him. He hurriedly finished unbuckling his belt, reaching his hands to his waistband to pull down the rest of his clothing as you held his hand to stop him.

“Wait, Jake, are you sure about this? We're both high and in a study room in the library, what if the cameras pick up the noise?”

Jake leaned against the table behind him, his hands holding onto the edge of it at his sides. He looked at you with such an intense heat behind his gaze, you could feel the lust of it gathering into your underwear.

He slid a hand into your hair, pulling you to him and smashing his lips to yours. He brought his thigh outwards to catch your body between your legs. Your eyes shut at the feeling, the messy kiss fogging your brain.

“These rooms are sound-proof for two reasons. One, for studying or reading. And two, so I can fuck your throat as hard as I want.”

He released your hair, making you fall back to your knees. He pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees, giving you a grand view of his cock.

It was veiny, thick, and the tip was such an angry red that the precum leaking from it almost screamed for you to lick it all up. Without warning, you grabbed it and took it between your lips.

Jake threw his head back, a moan bouncing off the walls of the room. You heard him suck a breath in through his teeth as you sucked on the tip. You let your tongue glide over his slit, collecting his precum and swallowing it.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're so good at this,” he moaned. Your wetness was dripping down your legs, you felt it. You moaned around him as you took more of him in with hollowed cheeks.

He held the sides of your head, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Remember what I said, sweetheart. Wanna fuck your face, if that's okay.”

You hummed on his dick, giving him the go-ahead. He slowly began to thrust into your mouth, not pushing in all the way. When you began to bob your head further, Jake took it as his sign to go deeper.

He added more force and speed to his thrusts until you were taking him whole, each thrust hitting the bottom of your throat and making you gag around him. Your saliva was dripping down his balls and onto his legs as you used one hand to rub your own clit.

You were so close, but you wanted to wait until his cum was pouring down your throat to finish. “Such a good girl for me, so sweet for taking my dick down her throat,” Jake hummed, his eyes never leaving the sight. It all felt so good.

Jake’s legs began to shake as he let out more moans. Jake was not afraid to be loud, nor was he afraid to speak his mind. He constantly praised you between his little moans.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “‘M so close.”

You moaned against him again, his hips jolting forward. “Gonna make me cum down your throat like that, bet you want that don't you?”

His tip slammed into the back of your throat, his thrusts growing erratic. With each thrust he gave to the back of your throat, you circled your clit faster. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” he groaned.

His hips stuttered to a halt, warm liquid spilling into your stomach. “Taking it so, so good,” he sighed, his hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. “Atta girl, my girl, so beautiful with my cock down her throat.”

You moaned as you felt your orgasm take over you, moans spilling around Jake’s cock and slightly overstimulating him. He thrusted one more time into you, a lazy smile on his face. He pulled out of you, watching bits of spit and cum dribble down your chin.

You looked like an absolute wreck, your hair messy and your mascara running with spit down your chin. Jake loved it. You looked stunning to him.

“Y/N, that was amazing. Thank you,” he pulled you up to sit you in a chair. He ran out of the room to get water for you, as he'd told you when he walked out.

Your eyes darted around the room. You opened your phone to see four missed calls from both Sunghoon and Jay.

You dialed Jay’s phone number, a groggy smile on your face. “Hey, what's up?”

“Y/N, are you still with Jake?”

“Yes, why?” You asked, stretching in the chair.

He sighed over the phone. “We've been waiting outside the library for half an hour, get the fuck in the car.”

“Jay, I'm capable of bringing myself home-”

“Y/N. Get out of there, now,” Jay said, his tone cold. “I don't know how to say this, but-”

“Jay, you can't control me. I'm an adult,” you rolled your eyes, pacing around the room. “If you're so uncomfortable with me dating someone-”

Jay interrupted you, saying a sentence you'd never think to hear about anyone, much less the guy you sucked off less than three minutes ago. His words had you quickly grabbing your belongings and running out of the building, hoping Jake didn't see you go.

“He’s wanted for murder, Y/N.”

notes: MURDER?? oh boy.. didn't see that one coming ;) expect the next part to be... Eventful. Originally, Jake was supposed to be a camboy, but I figured that possible criminal Jake would be better LMFAO. I reccomend listening to Arctic monkeys or chase Atlantic when you read this series.

tags: @heesitation @vizstars

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated, and thank you for reading! stick around for part 2!!

[1-800-imagines]

red dress. | rafe cameron

part 1

set in season 3, episode 1! part of this is literally the scene word for word with dialogue LOL

you had been manhandled all the way into your house and ushered upstairs before you could even really get a good look. an armed guard had left a hand print on your arm from him gripping you. once you were finally in the room and he let you go, you just scoffed, "great manners."

he showed no emotion and just said, "dinner at eight. I'd clean up."

"can't you just tell me what I'm here for?" you said in a frustrated tone. after he just closed the door. you tried the handle and groaned - it was locked.

the bedroom was nice and had everything you would need including multiple of the same red dresses in different sizes with a note that said - pick your size.

after a while, you decided to put it on - not wanting to piss off whoever was keeping you captive. you were sitting on the bed, dressed way too fancy for a dinner downstairs when there was a knock and then the door opened and a woman stepped inside, "he's ready."

you followed her out of the bedroom and down the stairs, trying to get a glimpse of anything that might be useful for an escape.

the woman showed you into the dining room and you looked around, spotting a man with a buzz cut standing with his back towards you. he was pouring a drink - most likely liquor. "hey - uh," you said unsure what to say to your potential captor.

your heart flipped when the man turned around. it was rafe. it was your fucking ex-boyfriend.

rafe's eyes lingered on your body, scanning you up and down as he saw you. it was like his brain hadn't fully processed who you exactly were.

"you're fucking involved in this shit? what? did you have your dad kidnap me so i'd be forced to talk to you??" your tone was harsh. you hadn't spoken to rafe since you broke things off and jumped off the ship with john b and sarah, obviously picking their side. it had broken your heart to do it but what rafe tried to do to sarah - that wasn't the man you loved.

"what the hell are you talking about? why are you here anyway? trying to fuck up my deal?" rafe said gruffly while walking towards you.

"I wondered if your little reunion would cause sparks, you know." said a voice from the other room. your attention snapped towards the other man.

"who are you?" rafe asked, his tone shifting and his body moving closer and in front of yours.

"me? my name is carlos singh. it's a pleasure to meet you, mr. cameron," your stomach dropped at the fact that the unknown man knew rafe by name.

"and ms. y/l/n, I do apologize for the rough tactics to bring you in today." as mr. singh said that, rafe's eyes scanned over your body, his teeth gritting when he noticed the bruises on your arm. "come, I don't bite." he continued, turning on his foot to go into the other room.

before you could follow, rafe blocked the entrance and whispered, "did he hurt you?" his hand brushed against your arm.

"I'm fine rafe, but I want to leave here - like now." you said softly and continued to walk into the next room.

you could tell rafe wanted to kill the man for anyone putting his hands on you, but now wasn't the time. "rough tactics? what about me then?" rafe was seething and after every sentence his jaw clenched harder.

"yes, mr. cameron, false pretenses for you, but the ends justify the means, I'm afraid."

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after sitting through singh's speech about what he wanted, him interrogating you about the diary, which you had denied knowing its whereabouts vehemently, he had walked you and rafe back to the room where you had been held earlier.

after opening the door, singh then threatened the two of you with only having one day to tell him where the diary was and that there was going to be a demonstration at the window. and with that, he left the door locking behind him.

while rafe banged on the door, you walked over to the window and pushed the curtains out of the way. rafe joined you, "who the hell is that guy?"

"he's the guy that got us off the island." you murmured, "his name is jimmy portis. he was trying to help me." your stomach dropped, yet again, when singh pulled out his gun as he looked up at the window towards you and rafe.

you and rafe both jumped when the gun fired and you turned instinctively into his chest. his arms wrapped around you and he put his face against your forehead. he put one hand in your hair on the back of your head to pull you closer.

"baby, I need to know, the diary, do you have it?" he asked, pulling away and tilting your face up towards him.

you hadn't even realized that he had called you baby at first, but there were bigger things than that going on so you just shook your head no, which was the truth, and said, "no I don't have it."

rafe nodded and kissed your forehead, "I'm so sorry. for everything."

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[ozzgin]

Prehistoric! Reader going trick or treating with Baki and the twins or something ion know or prehistoric reader and pickle seeing someone dress up in that blow up dinosaur costume please tell me you know what I’m talking about 🌚 anyway love ya stuff

I was wondering how to make everything Halloween themed, and then I thought this would actually be a nice opportunity to bring Pickle home instead. Everything would be decorated as if it came straight out of the Cretaceous. Everyone shows up as a particular dinosaur. As the idea hit me I became very nostalgic and remembered my favorite Disney movie, Dinosaur. So I made it a Dinosaur Halloween. :’)

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader goes Trick or Treating

Special Halloween Edition 🎃 featuring the Baki characters and our recurring prehistoric reader! Also the kids.

[More Prehistoric! Reader]

It’s Spooky Season and Baki wants to introduce the prehistoric family to the ghoulish fall holiday. Truth be told, however, he’s not quite sure anymore just how much of the effort is for the twins and how much is for his own enjoyment. He feels like a little child once more, giddy with excitement as he plans costumes and activities.

Honestly, it’s rather impressive how involved the fighters are. Then again, how often might one have the chance to witness ancient humans reacting to modern celebrations? You’re not entirely sure what all the agitation and shuffling is about, but the men have reassured you the kids will enjoy it. Pickle himself is also terribly curious.

Baki has gone as far as to convince multiple people to actively participate, so when the time comes most of the men are costumed themselves. He guides you and Pickle by the hand and the twins are running around you in circles. (Professor Payne has, by the way, exhausted all praise regarding their fast motor development) What better place to improvise a haunted house, if not the beloved Underground Arena? Doppo Orochi is waiting at the entrance in a T.Rex costume, holding the head under his arm. He found the idea terribly funny, attempting to recreate his first encounter with Pickle back at the enclosure. You immediately recognize the suit and chuckle at the memories. As the twins surround the older man in awe, it dawns on you that they never had the chance to see an actual dinosaur. The smile you had earlier is now tainted with a pang of melancholy.

Following Doppo’s train of thought, Jack has attempted to reminisce his sneaky trespass with an aquatic theme. You won’t catch him dead in an actual suit - where would he even find something for his massive size? - but nonetheless he’s improvised a t shirt with a Mosasaurus print. The children’s attention is now drawn to him. He exchanges a glance with his younger Hanma sibling and reveals a bag containing mysterious garments. Jack excuses himself briefly, retreating with the twins, and brings them back shortly afterwards. Except this time they seem to be wearing some squeaky appendage filled with air. Both you and Pickle observe with raw fascination. It looks like they’re riding a small dinosaur, but their actual legs are underneath the strange costume. Pickle claps his hands, impressed.

Inside the Arena, Retsu and Katsumi are putting together the final details. There are tables overflowing with food, sweets, drinks and carved pumpkins. There’s an eerie atmosphere coming from the decorations, yet the overarching theme is not of the horror realm. You stop in your tracks and your mouth hangs open in surprise. There are artificial trees and ferns scattered all over, making the arena look like an actual jungle. Among the greenery you can discern the outline of a massive Argentinosaurus, its long neck reaching just below the ceiling. A small pack of feathered Velociraptor cutouts is placed further ahead. It looks like they’re chasing something. As your eyes follow the scene, you spot an injured Pterosaur, dragging its large wings behind. Everything is static, a snapshot frozen in time, yet you can almost hear the wailing croaks and the shuffle of the claws hitting against the ground. You can suddenly smell the moss, and feel the humidity on your skin. For a mere second, for a fleeting moment, you’re home.

Something jolts you back to reality and you notice Pickle’s hand on your shoulder. He has a worried look on his face and you realize you’ve been tearing up. It’s nothing. You shake your head to reassure him and his eyes narrow in a smile, similar to yours. He’s been thinking the same thing. Your ears are abruptly pierced by a shriek and both of you turn back in a panic. The kids are screaming in excitement, running away from Baki that seems to be imitating a Triceratops. Katsumi comes to their defense, squatting low in his costume resembling an Ankylosaurus. A fitting choice that allows him to showcase his powerful whip, using the clubbed tail of this sturdy, armored warrior.

“Pretty decent work, huh?” Old man Tokugawa approaches you and Pickle with a wide grin. “We can’t let the kids miss out, can we? I had a whole team prepare everything under the guidance of Professor Payne.” He hands you a small, empty bucket. You’re confused. “We might not have any real dinosaurs for you to hunt, but I’ll show you something similar. It’s called trick or treating. Let’s see what we can find in this fake jungle.”

[cod-dump]

Imagine: simon's dad justified his abuse as "you're just so hard to love, i work so hard to keep food on the table, it's just too much" which leads to ghost telling the 141 that he's hard to love and everyone is *this* close to fighting ghost and also going to desecrate mr riley senior's grave since they can't kill him. Price is printing out adoption forms, doesn't care they won't be legal, doesn't care simon's fully grown

(Well here in America an adult can be adopted by another adult)

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Hard To Love

Ghost centric fic

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The moment Ghost muttered “Sorry for being hard to love” Price froze. Ghost had wrecked a getaway vehicle and now they were stranded until Nik was able to pick them up. Soap and Gaz were complaining as they went into the cheap motel they were staying in.

Price was admittedly upset about it but hearing Ghost’s soft voice made him forget about being upset, “Why would you say that?”

Ghost doesn’t bother to look at him, “It’s the truth, Price. I know I don’t have to say it but—“

Price stops him, sitting next to him and pulling him into a hug. Ghost is stiff but eventually melts against Price, burying his face against the man’s shoulder. Price rubs his back.

“You are not hard to love. Loving you is easy, just like breathing.”

Ghost sniffs, refusing to cry. Eventually Price pulls away as they hear Soap and Gaz screaming through the thin walls.

“GET IT!”

“I’m trying— AHHH ITS FUCKING FLY?!?!”

Price sighs and gets up, “I’ll be right back.”

He leaves and soon Ghost can hear Price on the other side.

“It’s a fucking cockroach! It won’t hurt you!”

“DON’T BE FOOLED ITS OUT FOR BLOOD!”

After a minute the screaming continues and Ghost gets up. The door to Soap and Gaz’s room was open and when he peaked in he could see Soap laying on the floor like he was trying to avoid getting shot. Gaz was pressed against the wall furthest from the door next to the bathroom, appearing to be on the verge of tears. And Price was standing on a bed, trying to kill a cockroach.

The scene was honestly hysterical.

Price narrowly misses the cockroach and it flies, Price screaming and falling back on the bed to avoid it. It flies over Soap who screams and Gaz runs into the bathroom and closes the door. The cockroach lands on another wall and Ghost walks over and grabs it. He throws it outside the room before coming back, Soap peaking up from the floor at him while Price stared at him from the bed.

No one said anything but Gaz, who was still locked in the bathroom.

“ARE YOU GUYS DEAD?! OH GOD AM I THE ONLY SURVIVOR?!”

Ghost sighs, “We’re all alive, Kyle. Bug’s gone.”

Gaz peaks out of the bathroom and examines the whole room before stepping out with a loud cry of relief.

“Oh thank god!”

Price rolls off the bed, “No, thanks Simon. He grabbed it and took it outside.”

“WHAT?!”

Soap finally gets off the floor, pointing at Ghost, “You’re insane!”

Ghost winces, not sure what to expect when Soap marches over to him. Suddenly Soap grabs his face.

“You’re a beautiful man! I could kiss you!”

Ghost frees his face from Soap but the man grabs his torso and hugs him. He buries his face against his chest, Ghost frozen in shock.

“My savior!”

Gaz runs over, “Our savior!”

Gaz pushes Soap off of Ghost before taking his place and hugging the man. Soap quickly comes back over and hugs Ghost’s side. Price is smiling as Ghost is being dragged to the floor by the two who were laughing. Ghost almost cries, finally seeing how loved his was and that he was in fact not hard to love. Not one bit.

[that-struggling-writer-lh]

A Flower For Every Secret Ch. 3 - Basket Flowers

Buckle up my friends because I was giggling and kicking my feet writing this.

WORD COUNT : 1885

WARNINGS: Extreme fluff, mutual pining. MINORS DNI. These guys are sickly in love I can feel it in my bones.

Pair the dancing scene with the song J's Lullaby by Delaney Bailey. ALL THE FEELS.

“You going to Colleen’s wedding tomorrow?” a voice piped from behind the glass window.

“Good morning to you, too. I’m not sure. I feel like it was a tentative invite because I’ve only been here like a month.” I looked up at Agent Carrillo through my lashes, phone on hold between my neck and ear. 

Joel hadn’t been home hardly all week. His truck always leaving at dawn and not back until late, Sarah begrudgingly following close behind him. Both of their clothes had been covered in sawdust several of those days.

He hadn’t acknowledged me much since the dinner he had invited me to, the only conversation being passing hello, how was your day? He didn’t have time to play in the streets with the neighborhood kids, much to the dismay of many parents who had to pay extra attention without Joel keeping watch of the street. He had mentioned a big job in the city, renovating an old shop front into a high-end bakery.

“Still nice to get to know people better, you’re kind of in your own world over here.” he shrugged, leaning past the barrier to peek at my desk space.

I covered the note I was writing, waiting to get it sent out to a patrol unit. A welfare check on an elderly woman, I hung up the line when I was confident my message went through, and sighed. “I don’t have a date. So I won’t know anyone, and I’ll be alone. You have a wife, Carrillo. You have a buffer.”

He seemed to consider, “Find one. I mean this in the most platonic way. You’re pretty. Someone would want to go with you, even if it’s some shitty blind date.”

I chewed the end of my pen gently, the only person that came to mind being the neighbor I’d been pining over for the last week, “I think there’s someone I can ask.”

Joel’s truck was surprisingly in the driveway when I pulled into the cul-de-sac, Sarah in the front yard with one of her friends, laying in the grass with a neatly folded fortune teller. They played the game with smiles on their faces, even from across the street I could hear the flip, flop, flap of the paper with the swish of their hands.

I tentatively walked across the street, “Hey, Sarah. Your dad home?” I questioned.

“In his office, just walk inside and let him know I said it's okay.” She looked away from me and smiled at her friend again, “Pick a number one through four.”

“Joel?” I called into the silent house, “Joel, it’s me, Sarah said to come in. I have to ask you something.”

A shuffling noise and a door opening came from down the hallway and Joel appeared, phone pressed to his ear, he motioned for me to follow, using his spare hand to silently shush me, “Again, it’s not possible with the current price of lumber, tools and extras. I gotta pay my guys, I gotta feed my kid. I’d love to continue offering the labor rate I had five years ago when I previously did work at your home, but I am a small business.” he was rolling his eyes, rolling up his long sleeved shirt to his elbows.

I watched him as he sat at an l-shaped desk, stuffed into a corner of the small room, a window directly in front of his chair. A few photos of him and Sarah framed, dusted. A tiny cactus potted, and neat stacks of binders with printed labels. Money In, Money Out, Project Portfolio, Current Client List and Job Sites, Employee Records/Handbook.

He pinched his brow, exhaling slowly so as not to let the person on the other end hear his frustration, “I offer very competitive rates, you won’t find someone cheaper than me right now, I don’t think. I’ve held off on raising prices again… I understand your frustration, times are changing for everyone. Yes, just let me know. I’d love to be of help to you, have a great weekend Bob.” he put the phone into its cradle and groaned aloud, “Sorry, Sweetheart.” he drawled as he spun on squeaky wheels to face me.

“Sarah let me in, I wanted to ask something pretty big of you this weekend. I understand if it's a no, I just have nobody else I’d like to ask.”

He pressed his elbow into the desk, resting his chin in his palm, “I’m all ears.” 

“There’s this… Thing.” I started, looking up at the ceiling.

He waited for me to continue, “Gosh, I’m nervous.” I huffed a laugh.

“Don’t be nervous, just ask.” he had started grinning at this point.

“The chief’s secretary is getting married tomorrow. I was a last minute invite, I wasn’t planning on going, but was given the option of taking a plus one and-” I froze, trying not to stammer over my words, “I was hoping that maybe you’d like to come. With me. As a favor. It doesn't have to be like…” I trailed off.

His ears turned a soft shade of pink and he looked out the window, now to the side of him, “Let me make a call.” he turned back to the phone and in moments, “Maria.” a pause, entirely too long as he stared directly in my eyes with the phone to his ear. I began wringing my hands together in anticipation. My heart thrumming wildly in my throat, “Nothing serious, just a favor.” he started, “I have uh… A date tomorrow… Need someone to feed Sarah dinner, make sure she’s okay.” he was chewing his lower lip nervously, that eye contact still unbreaking, “Of course,” he was grinning now, the pink in his ears flushing through his cheeks, “I really appreciate you guys. Thank you.”

The phone clicked back into its home on the desk, and Joel stood from his chair, “It’s a date.”

Joel promised to wear his best. Based on what I’d seen I’d hoped it was a little more than a blazer and nice pants. But he could show up in anything and I’d be happy just to hear his laugh again.

I wasn’t sure exactly what to label my feelings for my neighbor as, other than when I look at him it feels like the breath has been taken from my lungs for a moment. I spent all evening laying everything out, he promised to pick me up by three p.m for the four o’clock ceremony in the gardens of the event center. The reception would follow in a large barn. From what I had heard, Colleen’s family spared no expense. I opted to wear a lilac, solid colored dress that ended at my ankles, off shoulder sleeves and tulle underneath the skirts to plump up the whole thing, paired with silver heels. My hair in a french twist with pieces left out to frame my face, my makeup bright, blushy and glossy.

The knock at the door as I put an extra coat of lipgloss on and stuffed touchup stuff into my clutch almost sent me into a panic. I rushed to answer the door, careful not to trip over myself before opening the door. I was not prepared to see him look so- 

“Wow.” we said in unison, wide-eyed.

“You look-” we both started, 

“Handsome.”

“Perfect”

Joel really pulled it off. Hair neatly parted and slicked, facial hair trimmed. He sported a full tux, perfectly tailored. He offered me his arm and I graciously accepted, the cul-de-sac was bustling with life, but it was as if he was the only one there with me. Drowning out everything else in a haze of warm, woodsy cologne and perfect smiles. The warmth made each vein in his large, rough hand rise. It was nearly impossible to keep my eyes trained on any single spot of him. He cleaned up good.

He led me to his truck, opening the door and helping me up.

The ride was near silent, only the radio covering the thrumming of my chest. The nerves electrifying my every fiber.

He kept his hands off of me through the entirety of the ceremony, though our eyes often drifted to each other through the vows. The soft music.

The reception was dimly lit, candles gracing every surface they made sense on, baskets overflowing with blooms of every shade to mark doorways, placed on tables as centerpieces, a chandelier of candles with wildflower blooms laced in every spare beam. 

Joel was seated firmly beside me at a table full of strangers. Eventually his hand found a spot to rest on top of mine, our fingers tentatively lacing together. Both of us obviously nervous. It was different than last week on the walk back to my house from his. I was keenly aware of his every movement, the feeling of his skin. The flush of my face, and each beat of my hammering heart.

Eventually I heard the slow, soft guitar and words sung so softly it was like a private prayer.

Darling I’d wait for you

Even if you didn’t ask me to.

Tie a lasso around the moon

And bring it on down to you.

His eyes found mine again and he rose from his seat, keeping our fingers laced together, glancing around at the other couples slowly moving along to the beat, “Normally I’d say I have two left feet… But this time… Dance with me?”

It took a moment for the words to leave after the nod of confirmation, “Of course.” I whispered as he took me toward the middle of the room. One hand pressed into my lower back, bringing our waists together, his other holding mine so delicately I was sure I must be dreaming. The candlelight illuminated his face in a golden haze. Surely things like this are only in fairytales

Cause, Baby, when your arms are around me.

I’d swear that I’m holding the sun.

“Joel,” I started, “Thank you - for coming with me.” his eyes were so warm I could have melted in them.

“There isn’t a way I’d have missed something like this.” he squeezed his hand at my back, bunching up tulle and soft fabric.

You could have the stars and the trees.

When dividing up the universe.

My breath hitched as words failed me entirely; and my hand, pressed firmly onto his shoulder, loosened, slipping further up and around to the back of his neck, burying in the soft hair at his nape.

His brows furrowed, almost a question. Almost a hope. We studied each other as everything else fell around us. Deeper and deeper. Until all that remained on the crowded dance floor was Joel. Me. And the words of a lullaby.

Darling, I wish that you

Could give me some more time.

To herd the whole sky in my arms,

And release it when you’re mine.

At the same moment he leaned in, so did I. It was hardly even a kiss. More like a tentative brush, testing the waters before making a full swan dive in deep water. He pulled away only to look at me again for confirmation. I nodded and he sealed his lips to mine.

I’d put the beach in your backyard

In hopes to be enough for you to stay.

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drive-in

A/N : my first Steve harrington fic!! Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : you and Steve go on a movie date at the drive-in theater and halfway into the movie you can't help but get a little frisky at the back of his car.

Pairing : Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, semi-public, car sex, exhibitionism kink

It was deep in the summer, the air warm and humid during the day though the nights were relatively cooler with a gentle breeze blowing in the dusk. 

You were in Steve’s burgundy 1983 BMW 733i which you were fairly certain was the only love of his life with the way he gets so protective about it not letting anyone drive it ever. 

It was almost dark as you were headed to the drive-in behind the starcourt mall. Steve in the driver’s seat one hand on the steering wheel while the other raked through his perfectly styled hair. He faced you briefly, a sweet smile etched on his lips as he reached out his hand to interlace with yours. He caressed your hand with his thumb, the act so gentle and sweet, just an example of how Steve could always make you feel loved even with a small gesture like this. 

You held your hands the whole ride as the car drove past the forest lined road. Soon the neon lights of the parking lot of the drive-in came into view and he slowed down near the gate.

“Two adults, that will be $5.” the gatekeeper droned. Steve handed him the cash out of his wallet and steered to the back row of the parking lot, shutting the engine.

He stepped out of the car and said. “I’ll go get the popcorn.”

“Ok.” you smiled and watched him walk towards the food trucks.

Top gun was playing tonight and everyone seemed to have been raving about it since its release. ‘To see Tom Cruise on the screen as a pilot flying fighter planes’ you had said dreamily the other day earning you an eye roll from Steve. ‘You and your fleeting crushes’ he had grumbled and you had laughed at his teeny tiny jealousy. Nevertheless, he agreed to watch the movie with you on the weekend. 

The opening credits began to roll when Steve returned with a large tub of popcorn and two cans of cola. You reclined back your seats and got comfortable placing the tub of popcorn in the middle of you on the gear shift.

“God Tom Cruise looks so good in that uniform.” you sighed, making heart eyes.

“Uh huh.” Steve remarked dryly .

“Oh c’mon just look at him. Look at those blue eyes and that body.”

“Way to make a man feel better babe.” he grumbled and you were filled with amusement.

“Awww Stevey, you know I love you right?” you cooed and he huffed rolling his eyes.

“Yeah yeah as if you won’t leave me for Tom Cruise.”

“I mean…” you pretended to think. “Given the chance, why not?”

“Really Y/N?” he looked at you incredulously.

“Oh relax, I’m just kidding.” you giggled. “Sorry to say but you’re stuck with me indefinitely. You’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

“Well am I not the luckiest guy in the whole world then?” he grinned and you blushed.

“Ok now hush let me watch the movie.” you said and turned your attention ahead on the screen.

For the first hour or so you were both engrossed in the movie. On screen Tom Cruise as Maverick violently argues with Kelly McGillis’ Charlie about his performance report which should be better according to him. Charlie tries to explain her evaluation but is interrupted when Maverick decides to leave on his bike. She chases him in her car, catches up with him and reveals she has feelings for him.

But Steve’s whole attention shifted to you observing your face illuminated from the soft light of the screen as you smiled at the on going scene. He noticed your white summer dress, small dainty red flowers printed all over it and with your hair down you looked sweet as sin.

You felt Steve’s gaze upon you and looked at him, your eyes locked, a flicker of current passing between you. “What?” you asked.

Steve said nothing. His dark brown eyes simmered with liquid heat coasting down your body appreciatively before meeting your eyes again. You knew that look very well. The air inside the car thickened as he watched your chest rise and fall in labored breaths. Silent words were exchanged as he licked his bottom lip and your body hummed with excitement.

Steve slowly leaned in and you closed the gap between the both of you, pressing your lips against his. His hand ran across your cheek and then up to your hair, holding onto it gently as his eyes closed for a passionate kiss. 

You felt yourself melt against him almost, completely relaxing yourself from his gentle touch as take my breath away plays on the screen. Your hands tugged on the roots of long silky hair at the nape of his neck and he groaned.

His hands slid down your neckline to your breasts cupping them gently. You gasped and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, tasting the hint of sweetness of cola you had a few minutes ago. He tweaked your pebbled buds through your dress and you moaned squirming in your seat as moisture gathered between your thighs. Your hand came down to palm his growing erection. Steve was the one to eventually break the kiss, reluctantly sitting back. Both of your cheeks flushed panting heavily.

“Fuck.” he rasped. “I don’t think I can wait till the movie ends. You want to take it in the back?” 

You didn’t have to be told twice. The movie long forgotten as both of you squeezed yourselves in the backseat. It took a little bit of fumbling to get in a comfortable position, but you were finally sitting astride your boyfriend, your dress bunched up to your waist, his back against the backseat of the car. Thankfully in the back row there were only empty trailers on both the sides of your car and the people in the front were busy watching the movie in their cars.

You heard the click of the belt buckle as he pulled down the zipper and freed his hard cock. You took him in your hand and stroked his cock slowly, teasing him. Steve bucked up into your hand, showing how impatient he was to be inside of you. He then pushed your panties to the side and dipped two fingers into your heat finding you slick you with arousal.

“Shit you’re soaking babe, is that all for me?” he asked, pumping his fingers lazily in and out of you.

“Oh god…” you grinded hard on his fingers. “Yes Stevey, all for you.”

He pulled out and you whined at the loss of his fingers. He brought them to his mouth and you watched him with hooded eyes licking them clean. Fishing out a condom from his back pocket he rolled it down his length before lining up his cock to your entrance.

You held onto his broad shoulders lifting your hips up and then slid down him slowly, both of you moaning as he filled you to the hilt. His hands held onto your hips to keep you steady and you slowly began to rock your hips.

“That’s my girl, look at you riding my cock in the back of my car where people can see us… I brought you here to watch a movie but look what happened,” His dirty talk with the thrill of getting caught turning you on even more. Your hands fisted on his shirt as you moved faster up and down his cock. 

The sight of him was breathtaking: his head was back against the headrest, eyes closed, lips wide open and moans escaping from them. You pushed his hair away from his eyes and leaned in to kiss him deeply, sucking on his tongue and nipped on his bottom lip.

The sounds of the movie playing behind you were drowned out with your collective breathy moans and grunts. Steve peppered kisses down your neck and pulled down the front of your dress, your boobs bouncing free into his eager hands. He dipped down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, looking up at you, knowing how sensitive they are making you moan like crazy.

“Fuck, I’m close,” your body wound tighter clenching hard around him, feeling overwhelmed by all the sensations. Steve let go of your breast with a wet pop and started to thrust upwards hard and fast his hips meeting yours.

“I want to feel you cum around me baby girl,” Steve coaxed, his breath hot against your neck. “Maybe we can fuck again when we get back home, you would like that won’t you? Always so eager for my cock.” he continued to thrust deeply inside you, his nimble fingers finding your clit, drawing circles around it.  

“Yes Steve, fuck… I can never get enough of you and your cock,” you said, tugging on his hair.

“I know baby I can feel you squeezing me tight,” He could tell you were right on the edge as he rubbed harder on your swollen nub. “Cum for me and don’t be quiet, maybe someone will hear in the cars in front of us,” He teased. “Let everyone know what a slut you are and only I can make you feel this good.”

Those words were your undoing as you threw your head back and came with a loud moan of his name. Your inner muscles pulsating as you rested your forehead against his, panting and moaning against his lips. Steve cursed under his breath and with a few deep thrusts he let go inside of you, painting your walls with his hot cum.

“Fuck Y/N!” he groaned, his hands gripping your ass roughly. You held his face and leaned down to give him a sloppy kiss on the lips, still out of breath.

Eventually you came down from your highs and cleaned up, fixing your clothes before moving back to the front seats. After your little fun sexacapade in the back seat you silently watched the rest of the movie holding hands and stealing kisses in between frequently. 

Once the movie was over, you quickly packed up everything and Steve started the drive back home. You reached over and ran a finger down his denim covered thigh, making him look over at you with a raised eyebrow at a red light.

“Were you serious about round two?” You asked with a cheeky grin.

“Extremely,” he replied and stepped his foot on the gas once the light turned green.

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Reblogs are appreciated ❤️

[from-a-legends-pov]

Star Wars Legends Highlight of the Week: Razor’s Edge by Martha Wells

This is a new feature where a fan will share one thing they love from Star Wars Legends – a book, a comic, an author, a character, an event, or anything else they want to highlight – and tell us more about it.

If you, too, love Legends, follow @from-a-legends-pov and check out our upcoming Star Wars Legends fanfiction event, From a Legends Point of View, HERE. Signups open April 28 – please encourage your favorite Star Wars writers to participate!

Today’s highlight is Razor’s Edge (also known as Empire and Rebellion: Razor’s Edge) by Martha Wells (yes, that Martha Wells, for all you Murderbot fans out there), a 2013 Legends novel, and we’re talking with @lajulie24.

Tell us about your Legends highlight. What is it? What’s it about?

Razor’s Edge is a novel set between Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back centered on Leia Organa. Leia, Han, and a group of other Rebels are on a mission for the Alliance when they are attacked by Imperials (led to them by an Imperial in the Rebels’ ranks). They flee into pirate-controlled space, where they encounter a ship of Alderaanians who survived the disaster, became pirates, and are now severely in debt to the Lorrdian pirate leader, Viest. Basically Leia needs to figure out how to protect her surviving shipmates, complete her mission, help the Alderaanians (who have pretty mixed feelings about Leia and don’t particularly want to be helped or give up their pirate lifestyle), and keep from being killed or turned over to the Empire should Viest figure out her true identity. Oh, and there’s also the matter of her growing attraction to Han (who is in ride-or-die mode when it comes to Leia already, even though they are ostensibly just friends), her guilt and grief over Alderaan, and her internal conflict over her commitment to the Rebellion.

Why is this a Legends highlight for you? What do you love about it?

Leia has always been one of my favorite characters, and I love that she gets her own spotlight in this book. She’s also written very well – she’s smart, capable, devoted to her cause and to the people she cares about, and at the same time she makes mistakes, she fails, and she struggles with her loyalties to the Rebellion, to Alderaan, to her friends, and to herself. Like me, Martha Wells is a HanLeia shipper (and she’s a former HanLeia fanfiction writer), and many of the scenes in this book have a fanfiction-y flavor to them, such as a UST-filled strategy conversation they have in the ship’s ‘fresher. You can literally see Han and Leia falling in love with each other, see the friendship and trust they have with each other, but that’s happening in the background while the action of the plot is in the foreground – and it’s a fun, intricately designed story, with lots of schemes, betrayals, rescues, and action sequences. Han and the new original characters are also very well written. I also like that the fights and action sequences feel real, with real stakes; for instance, there’s an attack early on in the book and we see that several Rebels have died and Leia’s trying to help the others even though she has a concussion and a splitting headache and isn’t able to think very straight.

Favorite moment?

Hard to choose, but there’s a lovely quiet moment toward the end of the book, where Han and Leia are waiting together to see if their ally will accept Leia’s offer, and it’s not looking good. It brings together a bunch of the themes of the book and also shows their care for each other as well as for the cause.

And of course, there’s my favorite quotation from this book: “Good luck, crazy human lady. It was fun destroying things with you.”

To learn more….

If you’d like to read more about Razor’s Edge, you can check out its page on Wookieepedia or find the novel at your favorite library or used bookstore (it no longer seems to be in print for new copies, sadly).

And be sure to check out @from-a-legends-pov and our From a Legends Point of View fanfiction event; as another reminder, signups open April 28, 2024!

[oneofthosebells]

All right, starting my rewatch and jotting down some thoughts, one episode a day until Sunday...

Wilhelm already looks so worried about his mother in the opening seconds of the show, didn't pick up on that first time round. Probably already already blaming himself as well.

Simon in the palace. 😭 You can really see the magnitude of it all hit him.

I was SO surprised on first watch that the video/drugs issues were resolved so quickly after two seasons of build up! But I guess it makes sense that if it's not going to be a big part of the season, might as well wrap it up and move onto the next part rather than dragging it out for no reason.

(I was always like 90% sure it would end in a settlement though, because there's no time for a trial in the timeframe and you don't want to leave it as a loose end hanging over the characters' heads.)

Linda comparing the royals to the Mafia. 💀 There's a reason the British royal family is nicknamed The Firm... (For anyone not aware, it's a term for gangsters/organised crime in parts of the UK.)

Simon failing to warn his mother that the drugs thing might come up is so teenager of him, bless him. He's still such a kid at heart.

Kristina once again referring to the video as a 'scandal' and not a crime committed against her son, sigh. And then immediately pulling out the Erik guilt trip card. Kristina is the result of her upbringing just as Wille is - no royals are normal! - but it's gutting to watch.

Felice's grief for the end of her friendship with Sara kills me. 😭 I'm so glad they showed how heartbroken she was over it.

Maddie is the best. Stella and Fredrika are the WORST. (Apologies to their fans if they have any, but in a show full of rich, interesting, complicated characters, I view Stella/Fredrika and Henry/Walter as basically slightly annoying wallpaper.)

Linda finally realising she has no clue what her kids are really up to...

August pours himself only a glass of water when everyone else is eating a full breakfast. The show has done his ED really well and subtly over the three seasons I think - it's clearly there but not been laid on too thick. Compare Maddie's worried looks at Felice not eating however over Nils and Vincent not noticing or caring that August never eats.

Photographers on the way to school - did someone tip them off that the prince was coming back or have they been hanging round the school gates ever since the Jubilee?

Felice (plus Maddie) is behind Simon at the lockers when Wilhelm returns to school which feels deliberate but they don't acknowledge each other at all (until the later scene anyway) - a hint that Wilhelm's going to be very wrapped up in Simon (and kind of self centred) this season?

Followed by Wille completely glossing over Simon saying he's uncomfortable with the staring, ouch. Some painful foreshadowing there.

Felice wanting to know how Sara is. 😭😭😭

Of course Marcus talked to the press. But honestly, I'm a little disappointed at how tame it was. If you're going to be a snake, go all out! Make up lies! Call Simon a cheating whore and a gold-digger! 'Their relationship seems problematic' is just a wee bit pathetic.

Wilhelm's total naivete about what the effects of his speech would be for Simon with the online abuse etc makes me want to strangle him and hug him. He's so sheltered and he's also still such a kid (even if he no longer looks like one, my god Edvin's sudden adulthood is distracting at times!). But agh.

Redrawing the heart. 😭😭 It's so teenager in love, I love it.

Gen Z kids reading the article in an actual newspaper. Printed on actual paper. Hillerska really is its own little world, isn't it?

I quite like the school restrictions plot from a storytelling perspective, it ramps up the tension, but yeah, it's not the most realistic thing the show has ever done. 😂 Like seriously, you're confiscating their phones but leaving them their laptops? What's the point? All you're going to do is annoy your rich students and their entitled, self-important parents without achieving anything.

Enjoyed that episode much more on a rewatch! I think the first time round I was thrown by the August plot wrapping up so quickly and worried my girl Sara was going to get short changed this series. I do feel like the tone of this season is quite different in a way that's hard to describe, but not in a bad way - just took me a little while to get into it first time round.

[lunarkyn]

[ AERIALS : WIP TEASER ]

The school pariah, Eddie Munson, was a boy that never fit into your social circles. Your friends avoided him like the plague, and while you didn’t ignore him per se, you never tried to befriend him either. That is, until he begins to tutor your geeky little brother, successfully wedging himself into your home life, and even worse, you begin to miss the days he doesn’t come over.

notes. this is just a teaser of the fic, and will just reflect the idea of where I wanna go with the fic / tease the ideas of what it will contain; as usual, once the final version is released, this wip will be deleted. the finished version will be posted to the stranger things masterlist, so look out for it! :D

genre. high school fluff & angst, implied smut

pairing. eddie munson x reader

rating. nsfw

current c/w. some implied sex scenes, a drug scene, possible mentions of overdosing & suicidal tendencies

stranger things masterlist |

[ 00 ] “Sloppy kisses, dirty wishes, baby, this is living."

Trotting up the stairs, you headed down the hall to Mike's room, pausing at the door when you heard your name being mentioned. Leaning your ear against the door, you listened in. You guessed Mike was the one playing the bass guitar, as the occasional strum of the strings was jarringly out of tune.

"What grade is your sister in? That one," The tutor's voice asked, and a pause in the conversation led you to assume he was looking at pictures or something of your family. Must be Nance he was referring to. She was the eye-catcher of the two of you, especially considering how Mom had loved to take the most embarrassing pictures of you and print them for the photo frames and albums.

"Second year of college. She's only here for summer break, though." Mike answered, setting down the bass. "Why?"

Yet Nance was in high school, so that meant... it was you?

"Just curious, she looks like a girl I used to know. Why didn’t you ask her for lessons? Seems she likes metal bands too, considering she wears Slayer shirts."

"She's busy all the time; studying and doing mock tests, going to the mall with her friends, yadda yadda. You're the one with the band, anyways."

"Fair enough." The tutor responds, and there's another beat of silence, stopped finally with an in-tune strum of an A major chord. The conversation shifts to school, which you find that the tutor was in the same grade as Mike, affirming what Nance had told you earlier.

"So where'd you recognize Y/N from?" Mike asks, strumming a random string.

You leaned forward a little too far, the door creaking as it opened. Trying to play it off, you swing the door the rest of the way open, noticing immediately that both boys have their attention solely on you.

"Mom said dinner would be done soon, so wrap it up for now," You announce, sticking your tongue out when Mike snickers and mocks your voice. "I'll tell her about that mag you bought from Spencer if you don't hurry."

He sobers up quickly, shoving the guitar – as gently as you would an upchucking baby – into Eddie's hands and running downstairs.

You turned to head down as well, stopping when Eddie called your name in a whisper-shout. 

"Yeah?" You ask, peering back at him. 

"Did you have Mr. Mundy's math class two years ago?" He put the guitar back into its case, patting it shut and flipping the locks closed. "You seem really familiar."

“Yeah, I did.” you answer, feigning a small smile. He nodded, standing up and brushing off his tattered jeans. “Nice shirt, by the way.”

His jacket had been tossed on the bed, most likely due to the fact that Mike’s room was the hottest of the house, and the leather probably made things worse. The familiar face of Ozzy Osbourne was drawn as a fanged, snake-tongued devil, the tour date labeled as Europe 1986. 

He jolted back as if surprised, a grin spreading on his lips. 

“You like Osbourne?” 

“A few of his songs,” you answer, stepping out of the room. He follows behind, pulling his jacket back on and buttoning it closed. “I prefer Black Sabbath, to be honest. Osbourne kinda fell off after Crazy Train.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a more wrong opinion.”

“Whatever, Munson,” you descended the stairs, ignoring his small gasp of what seemed to be recognition. Mike eyed you and Eddie as the two of you sat at the table; you sat beside Mom, and Eddie sat next to Mike. He quietly thanked your Mom for letting him stay to eat dinner, grabbing a couple spoonfuls of some creamed corn and dumping it onto his plate.

Dinner was mostly quiet, save for Holly’s reenactment of the episode of Scooby Doo she watched, which everyone seemed to ignore. Everyone except Eddie, who was entranced by something behind you. 

No, there was a wall behind you. A picture?  You turn, pretending to crack your back, scanning the wall behind you. Just some ornamental plates. Nothing special. You sit forward, passing the salt to your Mom, suddenly self-conscious as the realization hit you.

Was he watching you?

[yeonola]

MALE Y/N x MALE HYBRID

Pure

Yall I just wanna say i am so sorry for this but there isnt any other character who would do this specific thing, M SORRY.

warnings: pee (STOP I ALR KNOW ITS BAD IM SORRY just give it a chance, just wait.😭😭), consensual non-consent, innocent, corruption, cock warming, dacryphilia and edging.

Once again i fr do apologise for one scene like js hear me out i beg, ive been rly wanting to write this scene for a while JUST GIVE IT A CHANCE😕 It wont be that bad😁

________________MINORS DNI 18+________________

It had been a while ever since I took in this hybrid, a month to be exact, he gets along with all of my friends and they all love him too. He is extremely clingy and his favourite question that he somehow picked up from our english lessons is, ‘When are you coming home?’.

Trust me, I never taught him that.

I finished folding mine and his clothes as he was peacefully taking a nap on the sofa.

He looked like an angel as he slept. But we all know that its cliche for him to turn out to be a hot mess in bed. Not exactly.

Along with the talking lessons, I also give him what he calls his ‘special lessons’.

I introduced him to a few things that he wanted to be let in on at the dinner we were having with my friends.

During his ‘special lessons’ he would often be open to trying new things out, but on the occasion he would be slightly scared. He knows his safe words and what his limits are so far.

One day he asked me if it was normal to do ‘stuff’ in his slumbers. I said no but as long as he gives consent then its usually okay. He nodded happily and said he would want to try that out.

Well its definitely a thing…to do something with consent but make it seem like there is no consent included. I did think about it for quite a while, contemplating if its actually a thing thats okay to do.

Before bed he always says goodnight and slips in ‘you can do it!’ then cheekily runs away.

Maybe I just might try this out now. I walked over to the lounge and peered over the sofa that he slept on for his daily naps.

His faced was scrunched in what seemed like discomfort. Like he was having a bad dream, I was tempted to wake him but it would end up failing. He hates being woken in his sleep and will sometimes purposely ignore you just to get that extra but of sleep he needs.

I walked around the comforter and sat in front of him. He must be having some thoughts, that most definitely explained the visible print that shown through his pyjama pants.

I lifted up his shirt as he looked a little bloated. A small pouch just near his hips.

Thats why he looks so uncomfortable. He needs to pee but I assume he’s too deep in his sleep for that… What should I do?

I laid my head and arm on his stomach. I closed my eyes and got a little more comfortable on his stomach.

That was until I felt a warm liquid slowly pool around his crotch.

My eyes widened, I wont lie, I was pretty mesmerised. This is very weird though, he should be awake by the wet feeling…

I decided to be daring and pressed down on his stomach even harder. He whined and groaned lazily in his sleep.

Pulling down his boxers and pyjama pants, his leaking cock stood proud, his piss continuing to dribble out of him.

I wrapped my hand around his length, his dick twitching in response. Slowly but surely I began to stroke him as my other hand laid on his lower stomach and continued to press down.

Every now and then he would let out small but needy moans.

His eyes were fluttering after awhile, almost as if he wanted to come out of his slumber just to feed into you.

I flicked my wrist and rubbed over his tip with my thumb, he was starting to shake, nearing to his orgasm.

I removed my hand from his dick, “Please, carry on..I liked it.” his eyes were open and his cheeks were extremely flushed.

“Why am I wet?” I smiled as he sat up.

“You had an accident. Come sit, ill finish you off,” I sat beside him and watched him place himself on my lap.

Maybe I should edge him today…I grabbed his cock and he flinched slightly. As i stroked him, he was beginning to grind on my lap, causing me to become hard as well.

He moaned as he tried to get himself off on my clothed thigh as well as using my hand. “Lift up.” he whined and hovered over my thigh whilst I unbuttoned my pants and took out my dick.

I put two fingers in his mouth and used that to lube his ass so he wouldn’t be going through much pain.

I guided his hips down onto my cock so that he could just sit there.

He got quite restless just sitting there and not having any movement, he moaned and whined each time i flicked over his sore pink nipples.

“Y/n I need more, please move!” he whinged and began trying to move himself up and down but I steadied him with placing my hands on his hips.

“I will allow you to move when you learn to be patient to get your pleasure.” he has already came a few times and he was pretty worn out.

He moved around a little and there he came again.

I heard sniffling from him as i couldnt see the front of him. I continued to rub his dick until he truly couldn’t take it anymore.

“Y/n p-please its too much, help me!” he sobbed and whined. It was getting a bit much for me too so i decided to do something about it.

I got him on his knees with his hands dug into the comforter. I thrusted into him slowly, each one easily making him cry even harder.

Soon enough I was pounding into him, hitting his g-spot making him basically scream.

I felt my upcoming release as the sound of his cries, moans and our skin slapping together echoed through our walls. His insides squeezing around me making my climax come even further.

Clear cum was pooling out of him, obvious that he was finished and fully ‘emptied’ out.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I came inside of him. Pulling out of him and watching the small trail of cum that it left behind after pulling out. He collapsed onto the sofa and sniffed.

Coming down after all of that…he certainly wasn’t as pure as before.

ONCE AGAIN I AM SO SORRY. (My motivation to write this during the end went so downhill sorry it was rushed)

I would feel robbed if i were u, i missed out chunks😭 sorry im too tired

[oh-phineas]

Saturday, November 26 — The Final Labor: Based on the final task for the labors, write an AU featuring all your characters in a role. Choose an AU, set out a list of goals for yourself based on tropes within that AU (ex. a red shirt has to die if you’re doing Star Trek or someone in the group gets bitten by a zombie and doesn’t tell the rest if you’re doing an apocalypse), then write to your heart’s content! To count, each character must have a role and your tropes must be laid out beforehand.

PRESENTING: INTERPRIDE, INC: A WORKPLACE COMEDY

(Inspired by The Office, Parks and Rec, Abbott Elementary)

Starring...

Phineas Flynn as the TEMP/MILLENIAL PARODY Tiana Truitt as ACCOUNTING/THE JADED OLD-TIMER Aquata Triton as SALES/THE PARTY ANIMAL Anna Sommers as SOCIAL MEDIA/THE SWEET GIRL WITH A DOPEY BOYFRIEND Bruce White as CUSTOMER SERVICE/THE CLUELESS GUY WHO’S ALWAYS LOOKING INTO THE CAMERA Anastasia Tremaine as THE CORPORATE GIRLBOSS Tanya Tiwari as THE RECEPTIONIST/THE ONE WITH A SHADY PAST Mirabel Madrigal as HUMAN RESOURCES/THE UNREQUITED CRUSH and...  Lightning McQueen as THE BOSS WHO’S A CLOWN!!!

And featuring other tropes such as...

Gift gone missing!

Looking into the camera!

Humorous shots illustrating voiceovers!

An office party that gets a little crazy!

An ill-advised entrepreneur’s idea!

Takes place in an extremely random city!

Let’s go!!!

SCENE ONE (COLD OPEN)

[We open on a nondescript office park in a small American city. A Honda Civic pulls into a parking spot and an angry man storms out of a Subway sandwich shop. We witness an exchange between the driver of the Civic and the sandwich artist. Meanwhile, voiceover]

LIGHTNING: Myyyy name is Montgomery McQueen, I am the regional manager of the InterPride branch here in Trenton— Trenton Makes, the World Takes.

[The shot cuts to LIGHTNING, who is now sitting in his office, a small room with dark green wallpaper and a window behind him covered in blinds. His desk is littered with NASCAR paraphernalia as well as several Hot Wheels cars, one of which he is idly moving back and forth as he speaks]

LIGHTNING: You can call me Lightning, everyone does. Kachow. [HE winks] People always ask me what gets me out of bed in the morning, and you know what I say? I like the idea that I can inspire my team.

[Cut to PHINEAS, a twenty something wearing a blazer over a hoodie, who is tapping his fingers on the copy machine while it prints sheet after sheet]

LIGHTNING [voiceover]: They are so… what’s the word I’m looking for?

[Cut to AQUATA, who is playing Solitaire on her computer while chatting with someone on the phone, looking annoyed]

LIGHTNING [voiceover]: They just need a little guidance, I think. And I am a veteran of this place. Twenty years! When I first started at this place, I was just an intern. But then I grew up. And blossomed. I want to watch these kids blossom, you know?

[Cut to TANYA in the kitchen, spooning soup from one Tupperware to another, and then pan to BRUCE, who stares directly into the camera, looking terrified, and then disappears into another room. Cut to LIGHTNING in his office again, who stops playing with the car and looks into the camera with a grin.

LIGHTNING: Welcome to Interpride!

[OPENING CREDITS: LOVELY DAY by Bill Withers. In one continuous shot, the camera makes its way through the office, beginning at the reception desk, where TANYA is filing her nails. It pans to MIRABEL, who is rushing through the entryway with a stack of filing folders, which she drops and spills everywhere. In a quick pan, the camera turns to TIANA and AQUATA, who appear to be gossiping at the water cooler. PHINEAS tosses a business card onto ANNA’S desk, who blushes, and then pans to BRUCE, who is once again staring into the camera. A Zoom screen pops up on an unattended computer, showing ANNIE, waving and grinning. Then the camera moves again, past several desks until it settles on LIGHTNING, kicking his feet up on his desk. The camera zooms in on a mug on LIGHTNING’S desk with the words INTERPRIDE, INC. emblazoned across the front].

SCENE TWO

[We open on MIRABEL, who is carefully lettering the back of a mixtape. The phone rings, prompting the camera to quickly pan to the reception desk, in a motion that seems hurried. We see TANYA, who appears to be assembling some kind of mysterious contraption, roll her eyes and press a button, which prompts the phone in LIGHTNING’S office to ring.]

LIGHTNING: Annie! So good to hear from you!

[LIGHTNING stands up and shuts the door, and the camera zooms in through an opening in the blinds that separate Lightning’s office window from the rest of the office. We hear ANNIE’S voice through the speakerphone].

ANNIE: Hey, Monty. I’m just gonna cut to the chase. I need you to get me that name by end of day.

LIGHTNING: [chuckles nervously] It’s Lightning, now, remember? We’re doing Lightning.

ANNIE: Uhhh, yeah, sure, Lightning [she says it carefully, the verbal equivalent of pinching the tiniest piece of fabric between two fingers when picking up someone else’s laundry].

[We cut to LIGHTNING in an interview shot in his office]

LIGHTNING: Annie is what I would call… well, Annie is from corporate. She doesn’t really understand the way things work in our little family.

[Cut to ANNIE, a well-dressed woman in her forties in a much sleeker-looking office. The Interpride, Inc. logo is mounted on the wall behind her].

ANNIE: [deadpan] Monty is an idiot.

[Cut to LIGHTNING in his office, on the phone with ANNIE again]

LIGHTNING: So, here’s the thing, Annie. I couuuuld get you that name, or—

ANNIE [through the phone]: Lightning, I really don’t wanna hear it. We’re on a time crunch. Get me that name.

[Cut to LIGHTNING in interview setting again]

LIGHTNING: Layoffs? Of course there aren’t going to be layoffs. [Chuckles nervously] Who said anything about layoffs?

SCENE THREE

[ANNA types away at her desk, which is plastered with photos of herself and PHINEAS. There are also various books and knickknacks scattered about. On the other side of her cubicle sits AQUATA, who has a resting angry face as she furiously punches numbers into a spreadsheet]

ANNA: Hey, Aquata?

AQUATA [joylessly, not pausing her typing]: What?

ANNA: Can you make sure you send me those Q3 sales numbers?

AQUATA: I already sent them to you.

ANNA: Really? Because the only email I have in the past hour from you is blank, with just this attachment where it looks like you were ordering something from AliEx—

AQUATA: [suddenly pausing her typing] Uh, give me a second, I’ll have it over to you in a minute.

[PHINEAS sidles up to Anna’s desk, prompting an eye roll from AQUATA, who goes back to typing]

PHINEAS: Hey hey heeeey, how’s my favorite Twitter Boss?

ANNA: [simpering] My official title is social media assistant, Phineas.

PHINEAS: Aahhhh, that’s what it was. How about smartypants?

ANNA: [giggling] Shouldn’t you have work to do?

[The camera pans to BRUCE, who is talking on a headset, but still manages to get a direct look into the camera. It pans back to PHINEAS]

PHINEAS: Prolly. But I wanted to talk to you.

ANNA: Okay, well, we’re still on tonight, right?

[PHINEAS’S face goes entirely blank, like he has no idea what ANNA is talking about. The camera pans to MIRABEL, who has paused in writing on the back of the cassette tape, now watching PHINEAS disdainfully. She glances to her side and sees the camera focused on her, blushes, knocks the tape onto the ground, seems to panic momentarily, and then goes back to typing something on her computer. TIANA walks by, sees the tape on the ground, and picks it up, then walks away]

[It dawns on PHINEAS, as we pan back to him, that he was supposed to have a date with ANNA tonight].

PHINEAS: Oh, man, I’m really sorry, babe, but I got this really important call with a potential investor tonight.

[Cut to PHINEAS in the conference room, being interviewed]

PHINEAS: Yeah! So, it’s basically the Keurig of hot sauce. The idea is that you pop one of these bad boys in the machine [holding up a small red pod] and it’ll evenly distribute it all over whatever you’re eating. No more guesswork. And it’s single serving! So you don’t have to open a whole bottle every time you want to try a new variety. I’ve been talking to some people about it, and I think I stand a pretty good chance at getting on Shark Tank.

[Cut to ANNA in the conference room, being interviewed]

ANNA: Um, yeah! [Looking a bit tired, a bit disappointed] I’m totally supportive of Phineas’s ideas. He’s really smart. [Overcompensating a little] I mean, I think that just comes with the territory of dating a genius, you know? You gotta let them do their thing. Sometimes they’re a little… forgetful.

[Cut to ANNA and PHINEAS still chatting by ANNA’s desk. MIRABEL walks by, looking panicked now, and stops at the reception desk. TANYA doesn’t look up from the contraption she is still building at her desk].

MIRABEL: Tanya— [TANYA ignores here. MIRABEL groans and raises her voice, more sharply now] Tanya!

TANYA: [looking up, scowling] Jeez, why are you so loud?

MIRABEL: [sighing] Tanya, have you seen, like, a little cassette tape?

TANYA: [back to working on her gadget] No. 

[Cut to MIRABEL in the conference room, interview setup]

MIRABEL: Okay, it’s really silly, but— I made this mixtape for Anna because we’ve been friends for a while now…

[Continue in voiceover as cut to a shot of ANNA leaning over the barrier of MIRABEL’s cubicle, giggling. MIRABEL looks up at her, blushing]

MIRABEL: And then I actually looked at it and I was like, wow, uh, actually, I don’t think her boyfriend would appreciate this…

MIRABEL: What songs do I have on it? Uh, I dunno, it’s just that I think it could be interpreted a certain way… Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne, Break Up With Your Girlfriend by Ariana Grande… The point is that I really need to get this thing back before Anna sees it and gets the wrong idea.

[Cut back to MIRABEL at the reception desk. LIGHTNING walks by, whistling Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne.]

MIRABEL: Wait! Lightning!

LIGHTNING: Mirabel! Just the person I was looking for. Follow me, I have something to talk to you about.

[MIRABEL visibly perks up and follows LIGHTNING into his office. He sighs loudly, long-sufferingly, as though he has the most difficult job in existence]

LIGHTNING: Have a seat. Mirabel, Mirabel, Mirabel…

[MIRABEL sits in one of the chairs opposite LIGHTNING’s desk, starting to look more confused/worried]

LIGHTNING: Well, there’s no easy way to say this. You’re fired.

MIRABEL: What?! Why?!

LIGHTNING: [Looks aside into camera and cringes, then takes a deep breath and hardens his expression as he looks at MIRABEL again] You are… not an essential member of this team, and corporate has mandated layoffs. I’m sorry. Maybe if your performance had—

MIRABEL: Performance? I’m Human Resources! The only Human Resources rep at this branch! Is that even legal? 

LIGHTNING: [pauses, as though unsure if this is actually legal] Uh, well, actually— [glances down at his notepad again] Kidding!

MIRABEL: [looking completely and utterly lost now] What? You’re kidding?

LIGHTNING: Come on, Mirabel, learn to take a joke! [He stands up] Now get back to work! Oh, we do have fun here…

MIRABEL: That wasn’t— how—

LIGHTNING: [chuckling] Oh, Mirabel. C’mon, you’ve got to get back to work now…

MIRABEL: [standing up but not leaving] So corporate isn’t mandating layoffs?

LIGHTNING: Uh, well, we’ll have to see about that one, actually, I’m not… sure.

MIRABEL: You’re not sure.

LIGHTNING: Don’t worry about it. [glances into the camera and smiles nervously]

SCENE FOUR

[The BREAKROOM, a small kitchenette area with appliances, a water cooler, and a table. AQUATA and TIANA hover by the water cooler, while BRUCE eats grocery store sushi and TANYA furiously types code into a laptop]

AQUATA: I’m just saying, the client sent me an entire handle of vodka and what was I supposed to do, say no?

TIANA: I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what you were supposed to do.

[Cut to TIANA in the conference room interview setup]

TIANA: Look, I’ve worked here for thirty years, I don’t give a [bleep] what people do anymore. If Aquata gets written up, not my problem.

[Cut to BREAK ROOM]

AQUATA: I just think if we have an office party and we all drink it, you can split up the cost of it so that it’s actually way under the maximum gift threshold.

TIANA: I’m not sure that’s how that–

[MIRABEL bursts in]

MIRABEL: Someone’s getting laid off!

[BRUCE stares into the camera in horror]

AQUATA: What?!

TIANA: What…

AQUATA: Well, who?

MIRABEL: I don’t know! It was almost me!

TIANA: You don’t know and you’re HR?

MIRABEL: I don’t know what just happened, but Lightning called me into his office and tried to fire me and then he changed his mind and tried to act like it was a joke, but when I tried to ask about the layoff rumors, he started acting really weird?

[TIANA, AQUATA, and BRUCE’S jaws drop in horror]

AQUATA: I’m pretty sure my buddy Henry at corporate mentioned there have been cuts recently…

TIANA: [nonplussed] You mean your buddy Henry who’s getting investigated for wire fraud?

[Cut to BRUCE in conference room, interview setup]

BRUCE: [terrified] I don’t know anything about that. They just brought me on for some extra customer service help after Lightning’s Twitter incident [Cut] I don’t know anything about the Twitter incident, either. Please don’t ask me this stuff!

[Cut to BREAK ROOM] 

MIRABEL: Look, I can try and get in touch with Annie and see what’s going on, but…

TANYA: [snorts] I’ll take care of it.

[EVERYONE stares at TANYA]

AQUATA: What do you mean, you’ll take care of it?

BRUCE: I think it’s better if we don’t ask questions.

TANYA: Exactly. Everyone listen to Bruce.

[An awkward silence descends]

MIRABEL: Uh, so, while I have everyone here, has anyone seen a mixtape?

TIANA: The one Lightning dropped?

MIRABEL: What?

TIANA: I dunno, I saw a mixtape on the ground and it was exactly his taste in music, so I put it in his mailbox. Why? It didn’t belong to you, did it? It looked like some kind of weird jealousy playlist. Assumed it had to do with his obvious crush on Annie. The whole vibe of it was pretty pathetic, to be honest.

MIRABEL: [Glances at the camera, horrified, then looks back at TIANA] Uhhh, no, I must be thinking of a different one.

SCENE FIVE

[The CONFERENCE ROOM. ANNA sits toward the front, anxiously tapping her fingers. PHINEAS sits next to her, scrolling on his phone. TANYA is peeling an orange. AQUATA, MIRABEL, and BRUCE sit toward the back, looking somewhat anxious as well. TIANA is dozing off. LIGHTNING stands at the front of the room, giving a presentation]

LIGHTNING: So I know there has been a lot of scuttlebutt lately about potential layoffs, and I am pleased to announce–

[Pan to the other employees, who lean forward with interest, except for TANYA, PHINEAS, and TIANA, who are still checked out]

LIGHTNING: You have nothing to worry about unless you have had any kind of performance issue.

[General confusion and outbursts from the employees]

MIRABEL: What does that even mean?

LIGHTNING: It means that I’m going to evaluate everyone’s performance and–

TANYA: Guys, I really wouldn’t be that worried. It’ll work itself out.

LIGHTNING: Exactly! That’s the spirit, Tanya. Everything happens for a reason.

TANYA: No, I mean, nobody’s getting laid off. You should be getting a call from Annie in three, two…

[Phone rings]

LIGHTNING: I will… go get that.

[Quick camera pan to LIGHTNING on the wall phone]

LIGHTNING: Uh… huh. Uh huh. Well! That’s good news! I knew you would see reason… oh, it has nothing to do with me. I mean, it had a little to do with me, right? Since I’m the branch manager? [A beat] Uh, anyway. Thank you for the great news. I will share with my staff!

[LIGHTNING returns to the front of the conference room, camera follows]

LIGHTNING: Well, good news, no one is getting laid off!

AQUATA: What?!

[Zoom in on TIANA rolling her eyes]

MIRABEL: How is that possible?

LIGHTNING: You know, sometimes the stars align, and… 

[Cut to TANYA in the conference room, interview setup]

TANYA: [smirking, self-satisfied] All I’m gonna say is that Henry isn’t the only one who was involved at wire fraud at corporate. 

[Cut to main scene in conference room]

LIGHTNING: You know what? We should celebrate! It’s already four, let’s start happy hour now. I actually found this mix tape, looks like perfect party music. 

[zoom in on MIRABEL, who glances at the camera nervously]

SCENE SIX

[The main office setting. Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield is playing, and the staff is milling about. AQUATA is pouring shots of vodka]

AQUATA: For legal reasons, I need everyone to have at least one.

TIANA: You don’t need to tell me twice.

[They both drink]

[Pan to ANNA, approaching MIRABEL]

ANNA: I think it was really sweet of you to make that mixtape.

MIRABEL: [nearly spitting out her drink] What? I didn’t make that mixtape! I don’t– it’s not–

ANNA: [giggling] It’s okay. I know you didn’t want anyone to know. But I didn’t think anyone else noticed how sad Lightning was when he found out that Annie had a boyfriend, so I thought it was really nice to get him a playlist of some songs he could use to cope with that.

MIRABEL: [realization dawning on her] Oh. Yeah. Yeah, uh, you got me.

[ANNA pats MIRABEL on the shoulder, and MIRABEL blushes]

[Cut to LIGHTNING in his office, interview setup]

LIGHTNING: You know, I think the best part of being a boss is seeing people come together like this. 

[Voiceover continues as the camera cuts to scenes of the party. PHINEAS teaches BRUCE a TikTok dance]

LIGHTNING: Some people think an office is just an office, but it’s also a community, you know?

[AQUATA tosses a piece of popcorn and ANNA catches it in her mouth. They both cheer. MIRABEL watches, smiling]

LIGHTNING: They say you can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your family. Well, you also can’t pick your coworkers. Unless you’re me. I pick all the coworkers.

[TANYA mutters something, and BRUCE glances at her in surprise, as though holding back laughter. TIANA makes a remark. Then they all burst out laughing. Cut back to LIGHTNING in his office]

LIGHTNING: I think I did a pretty good job picking, didn’t I?

[Phone rings]

LIGHTNING: Annie! You know, I actually can’t talk, happy hour’s starting. And you won’t believe this playlist.

[END SCENE]

SCENE SEVEN (Tag)

[PHINEAS in the conference room, interview setup] 

PHINEAS: So there’s five different flavors right now. Coolio Chipotle, Slammin’ Sriracha, Garbage Sauce, Jalapeno Business, and Flynn Surprise. We actually have a prototype for the machine, too, you wanna see it?

[takes out a Keurig machine with the words INSTA-SAUCED taped over the logo]

PHINEAS: So, I put my burrito here… [puts burrito under the dispenser] and one of the sauce cups goes here… [adds a reusable K-cup to the top] and away… we…

[Machine pops open, spraying hot sauce everywhere]

PHINEAS: AHHH, [BLEEP] [BLEEP] [BLEEP]

[END]

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse Rewatches SPN 04x01

Lazarus Rising

OMG ITS CASTIEL TIME. LOVE OF MY LIFE. THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS. 

“Are we going to get away with all that blinking on TV?”

Told spouse that Jensen was buried under dirt for this scene

“being buried underground is the only way to make it legit”

“If Dean didn’t show up on the first episode of the new season, there would have been riots in the street”

“Thats an oddly shaped soft dirt man-sized hole” “Did they bury him in some shit hole?” “The trees don’t look like they’re down to me. I think that’s a weird shot” “The title card is pretty bad” “The red glitchy whatever the fuck” “I can imagine someone just saying to open it since the sign was open”

“Yes...breathe harder. We’re almost there” 🎶on a random Thursday in September🎶

MENS TITS

“Gotta have that stupid smile when you see the porno mags” “fucking condiment theft” “that noise is pretty fkn annoying. I’m not going to lie” “pretty awesome shot” “Sugar glass!!! Isn’t it just sheets of sugar?” “huh” “you would just hold the wires together to crank the starter” “not even one day back and you’re cutting yourself open” “let’s have a big bloody hug. Delicious” “this is the season where Dean starts to have that look”

The post-hell glow

“Is he bull-shitting or does he remember hell stuff later?” “he rode you out alright” “Star Wars reference” “there’s a heart on the door even” they’re married in real life

“Hug it out bro” “That was some serious panties” “nerd” “classy motel. He should be wearing a silk shirt” “first time we get a closeup of the amulet. Can you actually buy it?” “so he does remember things.” “2nd most important thing in life and you almost forget about her?” “titters” “Is this the room?” “Really? You’re going to kick your brother over a tramp stamp?” “slutty”

TO be clear - we support all sluts and whores in this house. 

“You are not invited then back to titters” “Lots of boobies in this episode” castiel

“Aw damn. That’s right - she gets fried” Isn’t this good horror? “It’s pretty decent” “They did a little eye click sound now” perky nipples

“Is he referring to the insurance commercials lady?” “sounds a little more gruesome than vaseline and a firehouse but it’s not clear where that fire hose is going” “what the fuck do the demons care about money for pie?” 🎶the boys are back in town🎶

“Do we see him now?” “I don’t know shit man” “is he going to be in the leopard print hotel?” “with the mirror on the ceiling? Oh my god. What a sex dungeon” 🎶church bells ringing in my head🎶

“Why are they lying to each other?” 🎶get caught with my pants down around an angel🎶

I mean they eventually do have their pants down in all the books I read

“Dude is probably dead. it’s not the answer you want” “is this when he learns about exorcising demons without talking? I don’t remember how he does it” “a little young to be Darth Vader but sure” just imagine watching this live

“Oh he’s been fkn ruby this whole time right?” “thats a fake ass scene. Couldn’t even bother with a stock photo”

“Oh this is the real sex dungeon. They were just fucking around before” “He’s drinking her blood right?” “calm your tits.” “that’s a really shiny knife there dean” “he’s rattling the roof” “fireworks!”

There he is!!!!

“First time I saw him - I thought he was a Russian dude from a shit show” “look at that fkn hair” “we need to figure out which one of us is prettier” “god he’s so fkn awkward” “they never use that line again about the volume” “they really worked the camera for this whole scene” “this show is finally good again”

[olivermspecialistpractice]

Final Eval

The Specialist Practice unit has allowed me to focus onto and develop skills revolving around what we want to do within my creative career. I was able to explore and deepen my understanding of editorial design by selecting to work on an ISTD live brief for to work on. Being offered a range of live briefs to work on for the unit I was guided towards working on an ISTD brief, fitting my specialist practise. The ISTD briefs offered a lot of options which at first intimidated me but as I began to break down and explore ideas for each of the briefs, I knew which one best fit what I wanted to do, this was The Line. The Line brief asked us to investigate and typographically interpret or subvert our subject matter with rigour and creativity. This offered a massive chance to explore a range of different ideas so that is what I did, I wrote down over 30 ideas and decided the best fit for me was to look into how music is used in film. This idea later developed into exploring the parallel line created between the cinematography, narrative, and music. For project I already had a film in mind, I originally planned to explore a range of films for my outcome however I decided that would restrict me in terms of creative expression within the outcome, the film that I chose in the end was ‘All About Lily Chou-Chou’ directed and written by Shunji Iwai. Created in 2001 ‘All About Lily Chou-Chou’ delves into the turbulent lives of teenagers and the profound influence of the mysterious pop idol Lily Chou-Chou through a narrative that explores the darker aspects of contemporary youth culture and online relationships. The film is also renowned for its fantastic soundtrack. Composed by Takeshi Kobayashi, the soundtrack compliments film's atmosphere with its ethereal and haunting music, enhancing the emotional depth of the narrative. This film also had such a personal effect on me personally that I wanted to explore the film further and portray my love of the film within my work.

This project involved a lot of research to get a clear understanding of the outcome and the target audience from exploring blogs written about the film, reviews both video and written, how music is utilised within film, youth rage and scripts I wanted to get everything perfect. The target audience was originally going to be film enjoyers / people who like the film ‘All About Lily Chou-Chou’ however once I begun to explore youth range I thought that my book is better fit for a younger generation to teach them that what they are feeling is normal and that taking out on others / themselves is not the right thing to do, I am also targeting this towards adults, these people who look after that younger generation but don’t understand the issues that they are facing. I find this to be very important subject.

After research I found that I wanted to explore the parallel line created between the cinematography, narrative, and music within a book. In particular an experimental one. By taking media typically displayed within digital medium and translating that to a physical medium I am able to dissect the elements that build up film and explore how they are utilised. The design of the book was where I put in the most time and effort. I explored image and type manipulation to construct an experimental piece of work. The book was originally up too 500 pages taking me 2 full days of designing to complete but after a tutorial I was asked maybe it’s a good idea to trim that down. The book was originally exploring three different scenes from the movie after the tutorial I cut that down to just explore the one. This still led me to over 300 pages of content to print and bind. I printed off the book onto glossy paper in signatures of 16. This led me with 19 signatures to fold and hand bind together. For the book I decided to case bind it but leaving the spine exposed to create an interesting form when the book is opened. I am very happy with how this came out, unfortunately there were some small issues like the full black pages breaking in the centre, this is due to the type of paper that I used as well as this due to how big the book is it is quite heavy leaving a section of the back page where the glue rips off. These issues are something that I wish could be fixed however it’s stuff that cannot be prevented. Despite this I am still really happy with how it has come out.

An important aspect that I included in my book was creating an incentive to read it over multiple times, this is something that the film does, and I think it’s an interesting way to display a narrative. With the majority of my book being experimental and confusing to the average viewer I wanted to break this including carefully designed layout creating a script like style and creating a key to difference the type within this I have layered the lyrics of the song that is played within the scene. I am really happy with this aspect as it leaves the reader confused on what is going on until reaching this point of the book which then creates that incentive to read the experimental part of the book over with a new understanding of what is going on.

The scene that I have decided to work on has reference to sexual assault as well as depiction of suicide to approach these topics that are sensitive issues, I wanted to make sure that I am doing it in the most sensible and appropriate way possible. To make sure of this I asked my tutor Rich who led me to speak to the Ethic Research Leader at AUB Paul Roberts. After having a meeting, he agreed in my way of approaching those issues is okay considering the narrative of the film. To make sure that the people who may be uncomfortable with these issues are aware I have included a warning in the front of my book reading ‘This book contains content that may be triggering for some readers, including scenes depicting/suggesting sexual assault and suicide. Reader discretion is advised.’ I didn’t want to remove these things from the scene as upsetting as they are they are incredibly important to the film’s narrative, so I believe it was wrong to just remove them.

Due to creating the book to be focused on one scene, that happens later in the movie, I have created the cover to be book 5 in a series of books that cover the most important scenes of the film. This is purely conceptional, but it allows me to explore this scene with reason and creating the idea that there is more.

Overall, in reflecting on this project, I am genuinely thrilled with the results, both digital and physical. I feel a strong sense of accomplishment, having not only met but exceeded the expectations outlined in the brief. By pushing the project to its limits, I was able to infuse it with my unique creative interests and skills, resulting in an interesting and original outcome. The journey was marked by an extensive amount of hard work and dedication, and I am confident that the effort that I have put in has presented to me a truly successful and rewarding outcome. I believe like most there is more that could be done to improve upon what I have done this project, however given the timeframe and the hard work that I had put in I am super happy.

[kiarazuri]

Chapter 12: Lottie

After a restless night holding his husband’s exhausted body, Eya—with surprising agreement from AJ—commands JJ go straight to the Cakerie to see how much information he can get from Lottie. Anxious bile pools in JJ’s mouth as he heads over, nervous guilt burning in his belly.      He really doesn’t want to spy on Lottie.      To be honest, he just wants to kiss him and introduce him to Eya so they can kiss too.      The thought helps wash away the bile a bit, but it can only do so much.      When he arrives at Délicieux Carré he finds the yellow-brick road surprisingly bustling (a departure from how it was the days after every other body was found), the shop doors open, and each window displaying the same announcement:

LUCKY FIVE TO WIN FACTORIE TOUR OCTOBER 1ST! JUST FIND THE GOLDEN TICKETS! We, the geniuses at DuCiel Confectionarie, have decided to open the factory to the public for the first time this century by allowing five lucky customers a chance to be shown around personally by our esteemed heirs. These five will get to see all the magical, wondrous secrets the DuCiel facilities have to offer, &, at the end of their tour, receive a special treat. All you reading this no doubt know how Golden Tickets work, but we’ll explain all the same: five winners tickets have been printed on golden paper, and these five tickets have been hidden beneath the ordinary wrappings of five DuCiel Chocolate Bars in any, all, and every one of their glorious flavors. These five chocolate bars with their hidden treasures may be found in any store within Délicieux Carré as well as upon any Crescent City counter where DuCiel Sweets are sold. All tickets shall be found by September 31st of this year, so search quickly for your own, once-in-a-lifetime chance to see the factory in all its glory! Good luck from your future guide! Lottie DuCiel

JJ reads the announcement three times before the truth of the matter finally sinks in. Golden tickets? Factory Tour?? October 1st??? THAT’S NEXT MONTH! Mind racing, JJ snaps a picture of the poster and sends it straight to Eya and AJ via their personal Chaos App group chat.

WerewolfNamedMoonMoon sent a picture


WerewolfNamedMoonMoon: Looks like the DuCiels’re holding a contest


AJames1995: Looks like the DuCiels’re setting a trap


WitchKing_of_Araña replied with a picture of the Bayou: Trap or not, it may be the perfect opportunity to get INSIDE without raising suspicion.


WerewolfNamedMoonMoon sent a picture of the Cakerie storefront: Can you use a spell to ensure we win?


WitchKing_of_Araña: I’ll see what I can do


WitchKing_of_Araña: The hunters are here, gotta go. Love you. Go get him!


WerewolfNamedMoonMoon: Love you too, be safe


AJames1995: 👍🏾


WitchKing_of_Araña: Will do

JJ takes a deep, calming breath to brace himself.      The chiming bell above the Cakerie door is a happy background sound to the nice, picturesque scene inside. It’s exactly as it was the day before and the day before that except it’s… overflowing with people. Humans and supes of all kinds, seniors and adults and children, immortals and mortals alike; all of them smiling and laughing and opening chocolate bars left and right.      Are there even any left? JJ wonders, making his way to the back of the line—where there’s at least 30 people in front of him. He’s pretty sure if this were a mundane shop the line would already be out the door. This isn’t even the Chocolaterie or Confiserie, JJ notes. The other shops must be full to bursting.      JJ’s 27th in line when someone grips him by the wrist and pulls him away.      “Whatcha doing, Cher?” Lottie asks as he pulls him to the counter.      “Was grabbing some chocolates before they ran out,” JJ replies dazedly as he’s plopped into the same seat as last time.      Lottie swings over the counter effortlessly so they’re face to face across the tiled surface. The caker grins at JJ with just enough fang for the man’s pulse to start racing. It doesn’t help his heart that the man is just as gorgeous as ever. Today his dreads are half-up—braided with thin gold thread and tiny blush-pink blossoms into a couronne over his head—and half down. He’s not wearing a full suit today but instead a black button up with a powder pink vest with gold filigree on the back, sides, and buttons and matching slacks.      Maybe I should be dressing better, JJ mulls, resisting the urge to look down at his own lackluster outfit: a simple black long-sleeve shirt, a pair of black jeans, and black boots. Eya had said he looked hot (probably ’cause the shirt’s definitely a size too small) but now he’s not so sure.      Lottie certainly didn’t mind what you were wearing yesterday.      Oh. Oh, yeah, JJ holds back his smile at the reminder. Memories of yesterday morning coming to the forefront. He coughs, and refocuses on the DuCiel before he can get lost in the memories.      “Just tell me what you want and I’ll bring it here,” Lottie replies, and JJ struggles to remember what they were talking about. “Any flavor in particular?”      JJ’s mouth twitch’s up in a smile. “You’ve chosen well for me the last few days,” he states, leaning closer over the counter. “Why don’t you surprise me again?”      Lottie smiles and immediately pulls a few bars from beneath the counter between them. There’s five in total and they’re covered in brown paper like presents wrapped just for him. JJ only knows they’re chocolates from the size, shape, and weight of them.      “Choose 2. One for you. One for your brother.” Lottie commands. “And you’re not allowed to open them until you’re with your brother, pigé? The flavors need to be a surprise for both of you.”      JJ’s eyes widen owlishly as he stares at the identically wrapped gifts in front of him.      “Uhhhh.”      Lottie laughs. “You don’t have to decide now.”      JJ sighs in relief. “No?”      “‘Course not. Just swipe 2 before you leave.” He confirms with a smile.      “Thanks,” JJ hesitates, the silence almost drowning before he works up the nerve to ask his next question. “I came back ’cause I wanted to talk about yesterday, but then I read about the contest, so y’mind me asking about that before we continue where we left off?”      Lottie’s eyes sparkle with mirth. “‘Course, sugar.”      “Why’re you doing the contest now? Yesterday… I mean, after I left I saw there’d been another victim.” JJ asks, his voice lowering slightly with every word. He looks around as if searching for eavesdroppers, but encounters the same magical barrier cutting them off from the rest of the shop as last time. Interesting.      The DuCiel mulls over his question seriously. “I’ve been planning the contest for a few weeks. Wonda’s like a god to us so when we were brainstorming ways to fix our image we decided on a factory tour. We were originally gonna wait till December but…” he trails off meaningfully.      “What exactly is on the tour, may I ask?” JJ doesn’t expect Lottie to answer, so he’s not surprised when the mischievous DuCiel gives him a crooked smile.      “Now now, if you want to know that, you’ll have to win a spot yourself,” he teases, brandishing one of the still wrapped bars in front of JJ’s face. “It’s a good thing you’ll have plenty of time to try. We do have half a week left in our arrangement, after all.”      Half a week.      JJ’s brain sort of short circuits at the reminder.      “Any chance there’s another morning rendezvous on the agenda?” His mouth asks before his brain can come back on line.      Lottie looks him up and down with a look of pure hunger.      “Play your cards right, cher, and we can rendezvous morning, noon, and night.”      It appears JJ’s brain is going to stay firmly in his pants for the foreseeable future.

To Be Continued in Chapter 13 💗

[lovelybarnes]

get the girl- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, mentions of ned, betty, mj, and brad warnings: unrequited love (kind of?? implied), lotsss of pining and fluff, a little long about: requested! (DF4) “you fell asleep, i couldn’t move.“ + (DF31) “maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance.” a/n: been wanting to write a peter parker friends to lovers for a while, so thank you so so much for requesting this. i swear i don’t usually take this long?? i got carried away and it got way longer than i expected, i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting!

peter thinks it’s hopeless. the cliche he’s stuck in seems cruel- no matter what the movies you (and, fine, yes, him sometimes) make him watch say. nothing that happens in them ever transpires to real life; beautiful girls don’t fall in love with their nerdy best friends and guys like peter parker don’t get the girl.

it’s fun to fantasize, though. and especially fun to look at you, particularly when you’re laying on his bed, oblivious to him standing in the doorway, observing as you twist your neck to get a good look at the polaroids he hung up on his wall. a familiar smile grows on your face when your eyes scan them, flickering to the polaroid camera you got him for christmas years ago.

you move to try to get a better look at them without standing up, glancing down when you feel a sharp edge poke at your skin. he watches as your eyebrows furrow in possibly the prettiest way possible and you pull out a polaroid from under you. and oh, peter is just now realizing exactly what that photo is and why it’s on his bed instead of hanging off the empty miniature clothespin that comes from the pack you thrust at his chest when you noticed the increasing pile of pictures on his desk.

he’s moving on autopilot towards you, the foot already halfway through the door used as a stepping stone to go to your side faster. he’s with you in less than three steps, tugging on your ankle and then tackling you as sensibly as possible, laying his whole body on yours. you oof, dropping the picture, having seen it for too little to really question it, and laugh breathlessly. “pete!” you wheeze, curling your arms around his back, one of your hands absentmindedly drawing figures through his hoodie and your other one inching up to his hair, already beginning to thread through the chocolate curls. “yes?” he hums innocently, furtively grabbing the polaroid you dropped and shoving it in the pocket of his hoodie before his arms wrap around your thighs.

“i told you if you keep doing that, one day you’re gonna get hurt,” you scold, looking attentively as peter leans his head against your chest. “me?” he questions, feeling you nod under his cheek. “uh huh, you. you’ll hit your head or something. for a spider-”

“spiderman. superhero,” peter corrects, you ignore him, “you are really clumsy.” peter huffs in dissent, letting a comfortable silence blanket over the both of you for a minute before he looks up at you. “what?” you ask, a smile brimming at the edges of your words. you’re so pretty, peter wants to say, but instead, he goes with a more best-friend-friendly question, “d’you wanna watch a movie?”

you nod at him, pulling your hands away from his head to play with the strings of his hoodie, “sure, what do we want to watch today?” peter’s eyes immediately light up, and you realize you never actually needed to ask. “fine,” you agree, trying not to grin too hard at the way his face brightens. “which one?” you request, watching his freckled cheeks flush pink in excitement, “sixth one. the best one, of course.” you smirk, shrugging, “right, don’t know why i asked, i basically know the movie word for word now.” peter can’t help but give you heart eyes at the knowledge of your knowing the script of his favorite movie. god, you really were the dream girl.

“‘kay, go make some popcorn and get everything ready while i go to the bathroom,” you request, tapping peter’s shoulder as a way to tell peter to let you out from under his body weight. he does the complete opposite of what you imply, however, nuzzling further into your chest and inhaling deeply. “peter,” you laugh, poking his shoulder again, “‘m comfy,” he mumbles, eyes closed. “pete, c’mon, i gotta pee and you’re lying on my bladder,” you whine, “also, don’t you wanna watch episode six of star wars while i eat popcorn and play with your hair?” you singsong. he’s suddenly moving his body off of yours to let you go, although not before pressing a sloppy- friendly- kiss to your arm, “hurry up.”

you giggle as you stand, stretching out your limbs and walking to the bathroom while peter watches you walk away. once he hears the bathroom door shut, he digs his hands into his pockets, fingers tugging on the polaroid he had shoved inside. a smile grows on his face without his permission when he holds it at his stomach, the light reflecting off of the smile that was printed on the picture. he traces a nail over your face, bright and open in the way that makes you gleam. it’s his favorite picture ever, the only one that managed to catch you so in your element, your natural halo of glow apparent in your outline. peter had scrawled the words best girl in red marker on the white space at the bottom- something he thought he could explain away easily if he had to. the picture had its own designated space on his wall, right in the middle so the importance was clear, but it was rarely actually up there, instead always next to him for inspiration when he was doing homework and on his dresser for when he couldn't sleep.

his lips quirk one last time at the photograph before walking to the wall where all the rest of them reside. he hangs it up, glancing at it once more until he turns to walk out of his room.

the movie is ready to play when you walk into the living room, and peter is in the kitchen making your popcorn. “it smells good,” you say in a greeting, sniffing the air and exhaling in satisfaction. peter laughs, “you do that every time we have a movie night.” you tilt your head at him, “do what?” he motions to you, “that. the whole smelling thing and letting me know how good it smells, it’s cute.”

your face heats when it slips out of his lips, pausing to absorb the words he doesn’t seem to have noticed he said. his back is to you, dumping the popcorn into a bowl for you. you can’t see it, but he’s freaking out, trying to think of an excuse if you decide it was too weird. you don’t do anything to imply that, though, just blink until the words dissolve in the air. “thanks,” you finally reply, as nonchalant as you can make it while you grab his m&ms. he hums in response, turning around to head to the couch, “star wars time,” he winks, making you grin.

you follow him as he heads to the couch, settling down next to him once he puts on the movie. the star wars theme starts, the tune fringed by peter’s humming. cute, you think, snuggling deeper into the crook of his arm and shoving popcorn into your mouth. “hmm, good,” you compliment, watching the scenes you’d seen so many times pass on the screens. you mouth along when you recognize the lines until your eyes feel heavy and they shut completely.

-

quiet thwips wake you up hours later, when the black of the night has bled the sky blue and the stars have littered over the clouds, the moon replacing the sun. you see that the movie is long over when you blink yourself awake, beginning to cuddle deeper into your pillow when you realize it’s too warm and hard to be a pillow. you are met with the vision of your best friend, lip tugged in between his teeth as he concentrates on something behind you. he doesn’t seem to notice that you’re awake, trying to remain as still as possibly while the thwip noises continue. he mutters a curse, scrunching his nose adorably before flicking his eyes to you. they widen when he notices you’re awake, dropping his hand. “what’re you doing?” you yawn, sitting up and away from the warmth of peter’s embrace. “uh- i just- the movie ended and you didn’t wake up, so i tried to get the remote, then i got hungry…” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, scanning the room and you turn to observe, stunned to see the mess of webs and dropped items you weren’t sure how you didn’t hear. “oh my god, what the- did you try to get everything with your webs?” you ask in bewilderment, eyeing a bag of gummy worms open and on the floor, you snap your neck towards him to observe his burning cheeks. “um. yes,” he confesses, blushing harder. “why didn’t you just get up?” you question, looking back at the ruined living room, exhaling in surprise as you notice the remote on the ground.

“you... you fell asleep on me. i couldn’t move.”

you pause, tilting your head slightly to look at peter, “pete, god, that’s so sweet. but you really don’t need to…” you motion to the dropped items, “do all that,” you laugh. peter shrugs, and you notice the tips of his ears are red, too. “i didn’t want to wake you up. i know how much of a light sleeper you are.”

you feel like you’re melting, every single muscle in your body drooping in the loveliness that was peter parker. you weren’t sure how the boy was real. you suddenly drop yourself on him again, wrapping your arms around his burning neck, “thank you, peter,” you say into his skin. like a reflex, his own arms go around your waist, holding you securely so you won’t fall, “‘f course.”

a moment of quiet follows until peter’s stomach rumbles suddenly, making you laugh, “i think i’ve starved you long enough. you pick today. also, when did you get so ripped? your arms are so big--” peter cuts you off with a groan, dropping his head on your shoulder, “you had to ruin the moment--”

-

peter doesn’t know what it is with you (actually, he does) that makes you so distracting. you’re just waiting in line for lunch, standing next to mj and laughing occasionally when she says something. all you’re doing is standing, and maybe it’s peter’s boy-hormones combined with his spider-hormones that magnify every single perfect feature of yours, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. you’re so pretty. the curve of the smiles that pulls into your cheeks, the twinkle that remains permanent in the color of your eyes, the way you look in that skirt--

“maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance,” a voice points out from next to him. peter scoffs, ripping his sight away from you to turn to ned. “i talk to her all the time. she’s my best friend.” ned shakes his head and sighs, “you talk to her about star wars, you talk to me about star wars, how is that supposed to help you have a chance--”

“i have a chance,” peter mumbles, trying to believe it himself, “she knows that she and you stand at different levels of best friends--” ned looks offended, “different levels? what is that supposed to mean--” peter stares exasperatedly at his best friend, “it means i want to date her and i don’t want to date you--”

“that’s a little rude--”

“hey you guys,” you greet, sitting down on the seat in front of peter’s and patting the seat next to you for mj. she stares at you silently, and you frown, patting the seat harder, “sit.” you instruct. she sighs and does what she’s told. “what were you guys talking about?” you ask, picking up your small plate of cherry pie to replace the bowl of orange slices that you took from peter’s plate. “thank you,” peter mumbles, digging his fork into the pie the moment you set it down. you hum, stealing a cherry tomato from his salad.

“oh, you know. the usual, your friendship with peter,” the latter shoots him a look and you raise an eyebrow, “that’s the usual? a little strange, don’t you think?” ned shrugs, “did you know that you and i stand at ‘different levels’ as peter’s best friends?” peter nearly chokes on his pie, glaring at ned. you cock your head at peter, thinking as you steal another tomato, “i… guess i thought so? i’ve known peter since, like, preschool, and we tell each other everything.”

“everything, huh?” ned wonders, a sound of pain falling from his lips when peter kicks him under the table. “peter.” he hisses. mj narrows her eyes at the two boys, “what is going on with you guys today? you’re acting weirder than normal.” peter’s face screws up in confusion, looking to you for help. you shrug, “she’s right.”

“i usually am,” mj mutters.

“so what is it?” you query, popping an orange slice as peter cringes at the mere thought of the taste. “peter has a crush,” ned informs helpfully, oblivious to peter’s dismay, “i- i don’t-”

you blink, feeling mj’s elbow shove into your ribs as her own way to make sure you’re okay. you ignore her, and it tells her everything she needs to know. “it’s liz, right?” you guess, trying to mask the hurt on your face with a teasing smile, “i saw you looking at her the other day. she’s pretty.” “no! it’s not- i mean, yes, liz is pretty, but i don’t like her or anything- ned doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” peter rambles. “pete, you don’t have to be embarrassed, i’m just upset you didn’t tell me,” you lie. peter’s eyebrows furrow, “you’re just upset that… i didn’t tell you?” he repeats. you nod, biting into another orange slice. “just that?” he asks meekly. you cock your head at him.

“i just- never mind. it’s not liz,” he says, poking at his pie. “so you admit you have a crush?” you start with a fake smirk, jabbing at your best friend with your fork, “just not on liz?”

“i didn’t… i didn’t say that-” peter stutters. your eyes narrow at him, lip tugged between your teeth, “i’m gonna find out who it is by the end of the day.”

peter is unfortunately sure you will. he’s not subtle as is, but you’re never deliberately looking for the signs, which makes it a lot easier to hide his embarrassingly large crush on you. but now, you'll be paying attention to his every move, and knowing you, he knows you won’t stop until you find out what you want, unless he tells you to back off. but, does he want you to back off?

he pushes his tray away, suddenly not feeling so hungry.

-

you stay true to your promise, hanging off his arm for the rest of the day, observing the way he acts around some of your classmates, but somehow not noticing the way he blatantly refuses to look at you- which proves humiliatingly difficult; peter never realized exactly how much he turned to look if you laughed at the joke too, or to catch one of your smiles when you hear something funny or peter whispers a joke into the shell of your ear.

by the end of the day when you’re walking to the train station together, you’re groaning at him, putting your full weight on his arm as you tug at him. “who is it? is it betty? oh my god, is it mj? is that why you kept looking at her?” you ask excitedly. peter wants to tell you the truth: he wasn’t looking at mj, he was looking at you, because as much as he tried, he couldn’t pry his attention off of you, who just so happened to sit next to mj.

“not mj. not betty,” he replies, pulling you inside the subway and scanning for free seats. you trail behind him when he finds a spot, letting you take it as he stands in front of you. “not them… it has to be liz, right?” you pry, sighing when he shakes his head. “brad- it’s brad, right?” you grin, whining when he denies it again. “can you just tell me if i got them already? i’ve practically said everyone in the school,” you complain, “they do go to school with us, right?” at peter’s nod, you drop your head against his abdomen, “and you have not said their name yet.”

“peter,” you drag out, reaching out for his hand to pull it, “just tell me! i can probably set you up with them!”

“y/n, just drop it,” he sighs, and you sigh too, mumbling a fine before noticing an older lady standing at the door. you wave her over, standing next to peter and letting her take your seat. peter feels like his heart will pop out of his chest.

the bumps of the subway push you close enough to him to feel the thundering of his heart, and your eyebrows knit together in worry, “are you okay? your heart’s beating, like, really fast-” yeah and your hand on my chest is not helping- “‘m fine.”

“is it because of the crush thing?” yes, “because i’m sorry about annoying you about it so much, if you don’t want to talk about it, i won’t bother you with it. just know that if they don’t like you back, they’re insane, because you, peter parker, are a ca-”

it was like a rubber band snapping, and peter suddenly couldn’t help it anymore, pushing his lips against yours, effectively cutting you off and catching you so off-guard, you freeze for a second before reacting, pulling his jaw closer. you almost tug him back when he pulls away, before you remember you’re still standing on a crowded, moving subway, and while kissing your best friend had been all you wanted for way too long, you were absolutely going to miss your stop if you didn’t stop.

“i- i’m sorry, i just-” peter stammered, stepping back. “no! so, please don’t apologize, seriously, it’s fine, it’s, like, better than fine.”

a beat of awkward silence passed before the tube halted to the stop right before yours. “it’s you. in case that didn’t… come clear. you’re the person i like,” peter informs quietly. “really?” you ask, cheek already pulling in a shy smile. “really,” peter assures.

this time, you don’t really care if you miss your stop, and neither does peter, now that he knows that, sometimes, peter parker does get the girl.