#yay gifs! it's been a hot minute since my last set

[fryday]

i saw a man so beautiful i started crying?

[fandomout]

Making Christmas happen for Sam and Dean

Sam gif credit

This is supposed to be like a really nice Christmas with both Winchester; however, Sam is your boyfriend, so there are more moments with him, but there is some platonic Dean. Lots of Fluff and some laughs. Hope you enjoy.

You had been planning to do something for Sam and Dean for a while now. You’d only known them for about 3 years and been dating Sam for some of that time, so you knew they were good people and thought they deserved some kind of normalcy. Since the last time you came in contact with Sam, you’d put a tracker on him to know where he was. While yes, it was a little stalkery. With the job he had, you just liked knowing where he was at the very least. Plus, the tracker would come in handy as you knew simply asking them to come wouldn't fly. Thus, it was four days before Christmas Eve, and you called up Sam. You made sure to call when he was close enough to drive back to your place. 

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Hiya, Sam. Whatcha up to?”

“Looking for a case.”

“Any luck?” You crossed your fingers he hasn't found anything. 

“Not yet.”

“So, how are you?”

“Good. You?”

“A bit tense these days…”

“Tense?”

“Yeah.” 

“Are you going to elaborate or…”

“I think I might have a job for you.”

“You d-Dean give me the-” Suddenly, Sam is cut off, and Dean’s voice comes from the screen, and he says, “Y/N, How the heck are ya?”

“I’m good. You?”

“I was good.”

“Was?”

“Yeah. Like a good brother, I went to get us some food early in the morning. I came back to see Sam under the covers moving his arm in an odd movement-” You could hear Sam call Dean’s names alarmed. “If you catch my drift on what happened-” You laughed out and answered, “I do.” You hear clatter around, Sam says, “Give me my phone back!” with a little out of breath Dean telling you, “I blame you!” You hear a loud crashing noise in the back before a huffing Sam was on the phone again says, “Do not believe a word he said. He’s messing with me.”

“I’m just gonna say I believe you.” You tease. 

“No. Don’t do that, believe me.” You giggle a little and respond, “Whatever. Back to the matter at hand. There’s some weird stuff going on in my apartment complex.”

“Sounds serious.” He clears his throat. You swore you could predict him sitting down at the moment. “I need details.”

“Alright. You know I live in a house with my roommates, but they’ve all gone to their hometowns since the holidays are coming up. I’m by myself, and I get this weight down feeling...I don’t know…” You were feeling a bit bad worrying him like this, but you knew it would be worth it. “Flickering light?”

“Yeah. Uh...I’ve been getting weird marks on me and have no idea where they came from.” This was true, but you also knew it wasn’t supernatural. 

“Bruises?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“How scared are you?”

“Enough to want you to come…”

“I guess you got lucky. It sounds like an easy salt and burn. Call me if anything happens. Do you know the drill?”

“I know salt and iron.”

“Of course you do, why did I ask.”

“So, you’ll come?” He chuckles and answers, “Yeah. We should be there in a few days. We might even get there on the holiday. Is that okay?”

“Completely. I miss you.”

“I miss you too. It’d be nice to see your face.”

“Mine? Come on, yours is the main event.”

“You-” Sam stops speaking, and you hear Dean make gagging noises. Sam ignores it, and he says, “Even over the phone, you’re making me blush!” You can hear Dean says, “Alright. I’m leaving the room!” You both laugh at the instance, and he says, “You’ve got some real sorcery on you. Making me blush and making Dean leave, wow.” You giggle in response. “I can’t wait to see you laugh and smile again.”

“Who's making who blush here?” You felt your cheek heat up at the thought of his happy face on. Your alarm goes off to signal for  you to go to work. “I’ve got to head to work. I appreciate you coming.”

“Of course, I’d come for you.”

“Thanks again.”

“I’ll see you when I see you.”

“See you soon.”

Christmas Eve, it was about five in the evening. You could see the impala park out front. You quickly headed toward the door. You opened before they got the chance to ring the doorbell. You look at them with a bright expression. Immediately, you say, “Aw. You guys got here real quick. Guess I matter more than I thought.” You teased. As there was no danger, Dean sped up to hug you. However, Sam’s expression remained blank. Not sure of the reason, you tried to get an answer by asking, “Why does it seem like your brother is more happy to see me than you, my whole boyfriend?” Sam begins to respond, “Well-” before Dean interrupts to say, “We really rushed here. I need to hit the can.” with a smile. You let out a small laugh and told him, “Upstairs. The first door on the right.” You open up your arms for Sam. In return he just gives you a puzzled look along with the statement, “This was all a lie.”

“Guess you're still smart. Glad we established that. Now, come on! My arms are getting tired waiting for you to fill them.“ You moved your arms up and down dramatically. 

“I was worried-”

“You’re always worried. What’s new?” He went red, but he walked forward and pulled you into a hug. “Happy Christmas Eve.” You say softly.

“This is just wow.” You hear one of your phone alarms go off. You remove yourself from Sam and race over to the kitchen to take something out of the oven.  “This is a lot of food.”

“Good thing I’m not eating it all by myself.” He smiles softly and looks around at the attempt of decoration you have set up. The tree being the highlight as it had dazzling lights, ornament, and various beautifully wrapped gifts. Even though the kitchen was hot and heated as is, his heart was a lot hotter for you from the whole gesture. Dean came back down. He sits on one of the kitchen counters and says, “You lied, and I am all for it.” You laugh and smile. Then you laugh out even more as you realize where he’s sitting and ask him, “Dean, did you happen to see what you sat on?” Dean looks down and begins to speak, “Whada-you talkin-” He plants his feet back on the ground. He turns his back toward Sam and you. You see lots of flour over his now white ass. Dean arches his neck and back to see and says, “Shoot..” Sam burst out laughing. He even points to annoy Dean even more.

“Why don’t you go change or shower too? I wasn't expecting you guys to get here so quick. We’ve got time to eat.” Suddenly, Dean pulls you close to his side by putting a hand on your shoulder, “Sam, never let this one go. Best girlfriend you’ve ever had. She’s feeding us. Aw!” Dean rushes upstairs like a kid. You put something else in the oven and check on the turkey. You look over to Sam who hasn't moved. 

“Sam, you should go freshen up too.” He walks over and closes the oven. He moves the hair from your face with both hands, and he holds your face. His eyes sparkling at you. He kisses your lips softly. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and said, “Only if you come with.”

“I can't shower with you.”

“Of course you can.” You rub his cheek with your thumb softly and state, “I will not let this food burn because it took forever.”

“When Dean comes back we can get him to watch it”

“Is that because you trust him enough with all of this, or you just really want to be in the shower with me?”

“Fine. I’ll shower.”

“Deserts the only thing to go, so I’ll let Dean handle that much.”

“That’s a job he can do. He won’t let anything happen to it.”

“I need to change, so we’ll see each other then.” He nods softly and asks, “What do I wear?”

“Whatever you want.”

“No one else is coming?”

“Nope.”

“Now that I think about it, why aren’t you with friends or family?”

“I’ve had plenty of Christmases to be with them. I wanted this one for you. I thought about inviting a whole bunch of people, but I didn’t want to put too much pressure on you. As is, I wasn’t even sure how upset you were going to be that I lied to get you here.”

“Pressure on me?” You wrapped arms around his neck. “Yeah. I wanted you and Dean to relax without having to lie about who either of you are. Not lie about what you do or where you come from. This is a normal and nice day for you guys.“ You give him a small kiss before playfully and slightly shoving him. “Go shower. No matter how much I love you, you stink.”

“Fine. Fine.” He lays a kiss on your cheek and races up stairs. After a few minutes, Dean comes down the stairs.

“Need any help?” He asks.

“Perfect timing, Dean. Can you watch the pies?” 

“Pies?”

“Yeah.”

“Did I already mention how you're the best girlfriend Sam’s ever had?”

“Eh, who's counting? Just make some marks on the pie you think you can do that?

“Yeah.”

“Then, you leave it in for about 30 minutes. I should be back soon.”

“I will watch this pie like a hawk.”

“There’s beer in the fridge if you-” Dean instantly walks over to the fridge. You head upstairs to your empty room. You quickly change into some clean clothes and shoes,  Sam comes out of the bathroom in wearing jeans and an undershirt. “I’m liking this combo.” You joke. You walk over to your mirror to look at how your look was. Suddenly, Sam comes up behind you. His arms go around to your waist. He snuggled and tugged you close. His head side by side to yours as his chin met your shoulder. You had both your hands hold onto his forearms as you just pressed your thumbs back and forth on them. Inaudible, he utters, “I can't believe you did this.” You saw his lips move and asked, ”What?”

“I can't believe you lied to me.” He said. It wasn’t a negative statement, but he said it almost cheerfully.

“It was a good lie. I mean that can exist, right?” Sam lets out a chuckle. He nudges his head closer to your cheek, so his cheek was pressed to yours and responds, “If there were one, it’d be this one.”

”Yay! Point one for me! Am I good or-”

“Amazing.” 

“Aww. I should lie to you more often if you're going to call me amazing for it.” He rolls his eyes playfully, and you laugh out a little. 

“Have I said thank you yet?”

“No, but-” You reach your hand behind you to rest your hand gently on his cheek and you draw circles with your index finger. “You don't have to.”

“Thank you. Holidays are about being grateful. I’m grateful for you.”

“Such a sweetheart. Right back you, now, get a shirt on, so we can actually start this up.” You try to get out of his grip, but it tightens before relaxing once more. 

“Even though there’s Christmas and amazing food downstairs.” He lays a soft kiss on the corner of your lip. He whispers, “You're the main event.” He playfully bites your cheek. You scrunch up a little from the action, but your small giggles leave your lips. As he kisses all over the side of face and moves down to your neck, your giggles become louder and closer together. In between giggles you say, “Alright. I catch your drift!” He stops his kiss and once more states, “I can't believe you did this…You know I can’t really recall too many holidays that were good. I can think of the closest I got to it was this one time on Thanksgiving, and it wasn't even with my family...” You pat his hand comfortingly and assure him, “It can happen.”

“It was at a girlfriend's family dinner. I was so excited to be normal.” He snuggled closer softly against you. “Dean doesn’t know.”

“Well, I hope this can be even just as good for the both of you to remember.” 

“You're already off to a good start.” You quickly remove yourself from him.

“Alright we have all the time to be together later. You put on a shirt. I will not let our food get any colder, and I need to check on the pie.” You pecked him on the cheek before heading downstairs. Immediately, Dean’s music hits your ears, and you smile. As you walk into the kitchen, Dean is pulling out both pies from the oven. He gives you a smile as he sees you and says, “Mission accomplished.” 

“Thank you. You can go sit down. When Sam gets here, we can finally eat.” You take out the turkey and set it on the table. Dean just smiles and sings along to the music. “Happy?”

“Much...Never had a proper thing like this that I can remember.” 

“I hope this burns into your brain, then. You should have at least the one.”

“You know this is just really great. I know Sam will love it if he doesn't already.” Sam comes down the stairs and they all sit down. You stand up to carve the turkey, but Sam stops you and states, “You cooked, let me cut the turkey and ham and set your plate.”

“Fine.”

Once eveyones got food on your plates, silence falls as you all shove food into your mouths. You glance over a lot to see if they were enjoying themselves. Dean’s face filled with pure bliss while Sam’s face remained a bit neutral with only a small quirk of his mouth upward, but you couldn’t even technically call that a smile. Your hand found the nape of his neck, and you ruffled at the small hairs there. You turned to him and asked, ”Is it good?”

“I think we should uh...give thanks...that’s a thing people do, right?” You nodded your head slowly. He sat back down a little bashful. 

“Of course. Sorry. I just got focused on the food for a minute there.”

“Okay.” You nodded and smiled to yourself as you conformed enjoyment from Sam. You moved your hands and went back to eating. Suddenly, Sam reaches his hand over and holds your hand as you both continue to eat. After a few minutes, Sam clears his throat and stands awkwardly while still holding your hand. 

“Who wants to go first?” You ask, and they both stay silent. You let out a small laugh and continue to say, “First a foremost, I am thankful to be decently happy and have my health...Uh...I’m thankful to have a loving boyfriend, and I am grateful he has an amazing brother to look out for him.” You look over to Dean. “Dean, you could hate me for all I know, and I could be worried 24/7 about what could happen to Sam. I worry about you two, but you have each other, which I am grateful for.”

“I guess I could hate you.” Dean shrugs. 

“We both know Sam’s track record with past demons and such.” You and Dean laugh out loud, and Dean continues to say, “Right. Right. Uh...I’ll go next, I thank Y/N for all of this food and for lying to us. Most important, I am grateful for the pies she made.” You all laugh out. “But, I can say I’m glad Sammy here has someone to care for him almost as much as me.”

“Right, you're the gold standard.” You nudged at Dean.

“You hear that Sam?” Sam rolls his eyes at Dean and smiles before saying, “I am grateful for both of you. At the end of the day, I can count on both of you.” A small weird silence falls, so you release Sam’s hand and walk over to the nearby tv. You start serving the channel for football. When you finally land on it, Sam gives you a quizzled look and asks, “Do you even like it?”

“Doesn't matter, it's gonna play because you guys like it. It’s your tradition.”

Dean interjects to add, “She’s kinda alright. If there's anything we have it’s football at any cheap hotel crap tv.” You all finish your plates and head to the living room to watch a bit with beer in hand. You sit cuddled to Sam. While football plays on tv, you care more about them enjoying themselves. After a bit more time, you say, “Pie should be cool now.” Dean immediately rises from his seat and states, “I’ll get it. You got ice cream?”

“Yeah.” 

“Great. Be right back.” Suddenly Sam nudges your cheek with his head. 

“What is it Sam?”

“I didn’t expect this from you, Y/N, but it was all so-so-so...good.” 

“There is good in this world.” Sam is about to reply when Dean adds, “The goodness is right here.” He says as he holds and looks to the pie with love. You laugh at the statement, which snaps him out of his daze and he adds,  “Oh. You weren't talking to me…” He shrugs. By the end of the game, Dean has succumbed to sleep from the multiple beers and a hearty full stomach with the last happiness being pie. Sam sighs and states, “I should get him in a bed.” 

“Let me help.” You tell him. After getting Dean into bed, you yawn out, and head down the stairs. Sam is quick to follow to see you wrapping up food. He lets out a small sigh, pouts, and asks, “Do you really need to do that, now? Can you just chuck it all in the fridge?”

“I kind of can. However, I think while I have the energy, it’s good to pack it. Plus, I really did make a lot of food. I’ll be giving you guys some of this to last you at least a few days when you go back on the road.”

“I love you.”

“I know you do.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek and a bright smile before holding you back the food while being behind you. His large frame completely covers your own. Quickly, you finish, and you head upstairs to your room. Both of you change into comfortable clothes and lay down wrapping each other's limbs. You were so happy and peaceful in his arms that sleep is found quickly; however, Sam tries to stay up as long as he can, so he can take in your features and keep them for memory. He traces your face so soft that it doesn't bother you. Eventually, he followed suit to your sleeping. In the morning, you woke up by yourself. You were really hoping he hadn’t had to leave for some emergency mission. You searched his side with your arms and looked to both night stands to see that there was no note, which was a good and bad thing. You rose to your feet and opened the door to your room. An unfamiliar smell hit your nose. It seemed to come from the kitchen. As you neared, the smell was becoming sweet. You see Sam and Dean in the kitchen making breakfast. A smile graces your face, and you relax. Pancakes, eggs and bacon are put in front of you by Sam. He leans over to kiss your lips and you can taste syrup. Him and Dean say simultaneously, “Morning.” 

“Good morning.” You were all eating in happy silence before you moved over to the living room. Your eyes land on the tree, and you see a few bag wrapped gifts. Although a few looked like they were wrapped in a rush wrapped with similar looking wrapping to yours, which no doubt meant that Sam probably found your leftover decorations. “When did you have the chance to get gifts?” Sam answers, “I go to many places. I sometimes pick things up for you. Now, you’ll get them in bulk.” Dean drinks coffee and adds, “I had to run out to get stuff.” You stand up and hand them a gift from you. You watch their eyes fill with joy like children as you hand them gift after gift. While appreciating the gifts they got you, you felt way more happy about their reactions. You were sitting on the couch next to Sam. He muttered, “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas Sam.” You lay your head on his shoulder as he marveled at his gifts. You look to see Dean just as delighted. With happy thoughts, mouths, and bellies, you knew you made the right decision to lie and couldn't be happier at the turn of events.

Hope your day got a little better

[wwenhlimagines]

The Pose

Drew McIntyre smut

Requested by @ashkrystal

Warnings: smut, cursing

Prompt: After watching Drew mockingly strike Andrade's pose on Raw, reader imagines very dirty things and has to have her way with him.

Inspired by this gif by @baysexuality

Sitting backstage at Raw, you watch Drew taunt Andrade by mocking his pose. However, Drew makes that pose so much more appealing, meaning it makes you want to peel those trunks off of him and have your way with him. You're staring at the tv trying not to bite your lip too hard as you watch him place his title in front of his trunks leaving very little to the imagination.

Becky walks in and sees the look on your face, so she looks over at the monitor. "Oh...that's new." You nod your head as she sits down next to you. "At least it's the end of the show." She winks at you and you blush, "Yeah, but I've got to play it cool. Otherwise, he'll tease me like that every damn day. It's not easy having a sex god boyfriend who knows just how to make you squirm. I can't let him get it anytime he wants. I want to tease him too." She smiles and chuckles lightly, "Trust me girl, I completely understand, but luckily Seth knows that as long as I'm champion, I have control." I smile at her and shake my head, "Yeah, but I don't have a title so how am I supposed to feel like I have any control around him." She smirks, "Girl, you've got the nice ass and boobs in this couple. Trust me you own him when it comes to your body, so use it to your advantage." You smirk, "How should I do that Becks?" She hums and taps her index finger on her chin, "Maybe, you can tell him you want to take some pictures together and use that as a way to bring your assets to his attention by posing with him." You tap your fingers together and let out an evil laugh, "Muahahaha. That's perfect."

You see Drew coming your way so you turn to Becky. "Thanks for the advice, you're the best!" "You're welcome, let me know how it goes and I might try it on Seth." You laugh together as you feel Drew's right hand wrap around your waist. "What are you girls laughing 'bout?" Becky smiles, "Oh nothing, I was just telling your girl about how Seth isn't letting this Messiah thing stay at work and I've been having to put him in his place." Drew chuckles and high fives her, "Good, just let me know if I need to hit him a bit harder in our match in a few weeks. Maybe I can knock some sense into him." Becky smiles and waves goodbye to both of you while walking away.

"So m'lady what did you think of my match?" He pushes a piece of hair behind your ear and you smile up at him, "It was great babe. Since I didn't wrestle but had to look cute tonight, do you think we can take some pictures together tonight?" He smiles, "First of all, you're always cute. Secondly, yeah after I shower we can head home and take some pictures." You squeal lightly, "Yay! Now go shower so we can get home." He smirks as he steps forward and lightly pushes you up against the wall. "Are you sure you don't want to join me babygirl?" You have to stay strong and not give in so you playfully roll your eyes at him. "Yes Drew, I want to take pictures now hurry up." His smirk falters a little before he gives you a quick peck on the lips and turns to go take his shower. As soon as he is out of earshot, you let go of the breath you had been holding. Normally, you give right in as soon as he pins your body up against something with his own and wrap your legs around his waist while he kisses your neck, but you have to have more self control if you want to be the one to tease him. A few minutes later, Drew comes out in a t-shirt and sweatpants with his bag slung over his shoulder. "Let's get out of here babe." You smile and link your arm through his as you walk out to the car.

The drive home is quick and filled with small talk about tonight's show but avoiding his new pose mocking Andrade at the beginning and end of Raw. When you arrive home, you go set up a camera in the living room to get ready for the photoshoot. "Hey, Drew can you put your ring gear back on please and bring your title belt?" "Sure babe, give me a couple minutes." You go touch up your makeup in the bathroom and make sure your outfit is making your body look good. You have on a v-neck tank top and shorts, so you make sure to push up your bra and pull up your shorts so your butt looks just right.

Walking back out into the living room, you see Drew with his wet hair, long vest and trunks holding his title in his hands. He sees you walk in and his eyes light up as he smiles, "There's my girl." You blush as you walk over and fix his hair a bit. "There's my man." You grab his chin and pull him down so you can leave a slow gentle kiss on his lips before walking over to the camera. He looks over at you like a kid who just lost his candy and you giggle. "Okay pouty face, now put your title around your waist and go pose for me." He rolls his eyes and does as he's told standing in front of the camera looking down at it with his piercing blue eyes and smirk on his face.

You take a couple pictures of just him then you decide to set a timer and walk over to him placing your right hand on his chest and leaning into his right side as you pop your butt out slightly. His arm comes around your waist and he looks down at you smiling as the camera goes off. You take a couple in that position while he flexes his arms and then you both do his primal growl at the camera in the last one. You giggle as you go look at the pictures and then turn your attention back to Drew. "Okay now lose the vest you sexy Scotsman." He smirks as he walks over to you and grinds his crotch up against your side as he slowly removes the vest and sings, "I'm too sexy for my vest, too sexy for my vest, so sexy it hurts." You laugh as he swings the vest around over his head and then chucks it onto the couch. You slap his ass, "Get back over there." He smiles "Fiesty today, I like it." He walks back over and poses a few times before you tell him to crouch down so you can pretend to be the ref and raise his hand on victory as he stands up and the camera catches it all. Then you decide to bring it up, "How about you do the pose you did tonight to mock Andrade?" He nods and gets into position. You take a couple pictures of him with the title laying in front of him and then you go sit behind him sitting on your right hip and putting your arm up with his as you lean in so your boobs brush against his neck and ear. You can hear his breath catch briefly as you lightly shimmy your shoulders when you get back up and walk over to the camera swaying your hips from side to side.

"Last one, put the title over your trunks." He looks at you quizzically but he does it anyway. Behind the camera, you start to dance a little and sing Shawn Michaels' theme song changing some words as you go, "I think you're cute, you know I'm sexy, you got the look that drives me wild... You're just my sexy boy." He smiles as you shimmy and shake your butt as you click the button on the camera. "Okay McIntyre now lose the trunks." He looks up at you shocked at your sudden change in tone. "Excuse you, a please and thank you would be nice if you aren't going to buy me dinner first." You smirk as he takes off his trunks and then gets back into position with the title over his crotch and his left hand behind his head. You take a couple more pictures before you join him by laying in front of him and covering your shorts with the title. He starts getting restless as you scoot your butt closer and closer to him. You look over your left shoulder at him and whisper as your lips inch closer to his, "I bet you could fuck me so hard like this. I'd be screaming your name as you thrust into me and rub my clit making my legs shake and toes curl like only you can Drew." You let your lips lightly touch his before you try to pull away. He grabs your waist and holds you tight up against him. "Oh no you don't little one. You aren't going anywhere. You're mine now." You bite your lip and whisper, "But I'm always yours Drew." He growls, "Damn right you are and don't you ever forget it." "How about you show me, fuck me so good that I will never forget." "Oh fuck yes. I'm going to destroy you my little minx."

Drew starts to kiss your neck as he pulls you over to straddle his waist. You sit up and smile as you mock his earlier singing while taking off your shirt, "I'm too sexy for my tank top, too sexy for my tank top, so sexy it... oh fuck Drew." He grinds his hips up into you at the end making you arch your back, throw your shirt to the floor, and dig your fingers into his chest for stability. "Yes babe you are too sexy, so sexy it hurts me to not be inside you so get your ass up and take off those shorts." He smacks your ass before you stand up and turn around as you slide off your shorts and panties swaying your hips side to side slightly. Drew groans as he sees just how wet you are for him. "Back it on up baby, let me taste you." You drop on your hands and knees before you back up so you are hovering over his mouth and your hand starts to stroke his dick. Drew raises his head and flattens his tongue out as he licks from your clit down your entire slit. You take his tip in your mouth and suck lightly as his tongue dove into you.

When you cupped his balls he pulled away, "I need to be inside of you now." He picked you up like you weighed nothing and he put you both back in the position that got this whole thing started. You grabbed the title and put it over the two of you as Drew slips inside of you. "Oh fuck babe, that is so hot. Seeing me fucking you with my title around us." You reach behind you and grab his ass as he puts his left hand behind his head and simply thrusts up into you from behind. You swivel your hips and squeeze your legs together as Drew's thrusts hit your g-spot. "Oh fuck...Drew!" He sucks lightly on your shoulder as he moans. His hand slips around to rub your clit and he whispers into your ear. "You make me feel so good babygirl I'm going to cum." "Me too Drew I'm almost there." His thrusts become sloppy as he gets closer. "Cum on my dick babe. Make me cum." You arch your back as your legs shake and your walls clench down making Drew thrust one more time before burying himself in you as his cum shoots into you.

You both try to steady your breathing as Drew's hand comes up to grab yours and bring it to his lips. "My sweet little lady sure had a dirty agenda tonight, but if our sex is that good we can have photo shoots whenever you want." You giggle as you let Drew slip out of you and then cuddle into his chest. You kiss him passionately as you run your fingers through his hair. "I hope the camera got some good pictures of us." Drew's eyes go wide, "Wait, was it taking pictures when we were fucking?" You pull back, "Umm... I'm not sure. Let's go look!" You both scramble to get up and put on some clothes to find the camera kept taking pictures, so you sat down on the couch and cuddled up to look at them together. You deleted the bad ones, but Drew said he definitely needed a few on his phone for when he's traveling without you. In the end, he saved 5 on his phone in a locked folder and you saved the cute regular pictures on yours so you could post them periodically or just to admire when you miss him. Drew grabs your cheek and pulls you in for another kiss which you gladly return and when you both pull back you say in unison, "I love you so much."

[jaeyunluvs]

boat confessions - john booker routledge imagine

a/n: i wrote this imagine for my lovely friend @teeenidlee i hope you guys like it too!! this is kinda long tho be ready

unedited cause i wrote this in the middle of the night lmao

second note: i added a pick up line where a boy that i met at a trip used that to charm me, i hope he doesn’t see this but thank you babe!! thank you for helping to gain my confidence :) i really hope he doesn’t sees this if he does, i’ll die from embarrasment hsfhsdh

disclaimer: i don’t own the characters lololol ! english is not my first language, i may have mistakes! please let me know if do! :)

warnings: none i guess :) im a slut for fluff

gif credits: netflix - outer banks

You were going back. You were turning back to Outer Banks. You had to move because your parents were divorced. Your mom moved to California, which you had to move out with her, but your dad stayed in Outer Banks.

You haven't seen him in 7-8 years. It was so hard, but this year after school closed, you decided to visit your dad.

When you came to the Outer Banks, you saw your dad smiling. You smiled back with tears pooling in your eyes. He ran into you and hugged you so tightly.

"You're here now. Welcome back to your home." he said with emotion pouring in his eyes.

After going to home, you decided to call and go to her house to suprise your best friend/cousin Kiara to let her know that you were here.

"Hi Kie!"

"Whats up babe?"

"Okay so before you scream, guess where I am!" You said with excitement.

"OH MY DID YOU GO TO DISNEYLAND? Or wait are you in New York?" She asked completely clueless.

"No, but good guess." You said giggling.

"Wait, you aren't in Outer Banks right? I mean you haven't been here for what 8 years?" She scoffed.

There was an awkward silence before you couldn't hold yourself, because you were there and you were behind her.

"Look at your back." you smiled.

Kie screamed in the second she saw you, ran into your arms and hugged you so tightly.

"I missed you so much you little bastard." Kie claimed, almost crying. You guys were kooks, and you couldn't get along with other kooks. Since it was like that, you guys became so close.

"I missed you too, I can't believe I'm here. I'll be staying here for all summer." you cheered.

"YAY! Okay, so you have to meet my friends, they're pogues but they're literally the best people ever. And since you're here, I'll take you to Midsummers!" Kie explained.

"Kie, babe noo" you didn't wanna go but you saw Kie pouting and making the puppy dog eyes. You couldn't resist, so you accepted with a few curse words mumbled in your mouth.

Kie pulled you into her closet. You guys tried some clothes. Kie got a purple dress which she looked stunning. You were running out of options but then Kie gave you a white floral v-neck dress (a/n: i didn't know how to explain it sorry ajdhshsh)

"Holy shit! Y/N you look so hot! that's my cousin and best friend!" Kie hollered. You did indeed look so pretty like you always do. Kie and you somehow managed to do your guys make up with each other. The results were pretty good, Kie was so proud of herself.

When you arrived, Kie stood by your side but when she saw one of her friends, she went to go see him. You were so bored so you decided to go get some drinks.

John B, on the other hand was escorting Pope with JJ, but he was just watching people and thinking how hilarious kooks are. Fakeness and spoiledness was filling in the air. 

While he was looking in the crowd, waiting for his friends, he saw a cute girl filling a drink. He knew that she wasn’t from here because John B knew everyone here. She looked different from all the girls in the island. 

What are you thinking John B! Stop being like JJ, he’s just a tourist John B mumbled to himself. John B wasn’t the type of guy who would flirt or have a relationship with tourists, 

He watched you how your hair was blowing in the wind. He didn’t wanna believe but you really impressed him and he was going crazy. He wanted to talk to you but he immediately stopped. Maybe he could try to talk to you. But he thought you had a boyfriend. He continued watching you so long and he noticed that you were left alone. 

“Come on John B, go talk to her come on! Remember what JJ said. If JJ can do this every time, then I can do it too.” he thought to himself. And after waiting and motivating himself for 5 minutes, he did go to your side.

You were looking for Kie, but she was busy hanging out with a friend who was wearing overalls. It was clear that she was interesting in him so you didn’t wanna bother her but you were starting to get bored.

Just before you decide to move you saw a muscular brunette guy walking towards you. 

Holy shit, he looked so good. You didn’t remember that there were so good looking guys in Outer Banks. He smiled at you.

“How a beautiful girl like you are alone here?” He asked grinning but panicking inside ‘dammit john b what was that you’re gonna scare the girl” he muttered to himself.

You blushed and somehow heard what John B said. You were so shy that you couldn’t say anything.“Bravo, Y/N now he thinks you’re just a shy pathetic girl.” you thought to yourself. 

 John B decided to speak up, regretting his words, trying to fix it up.

“I’m John B by the way.” John B introduced himself, waiting for your response.

“I’m Y/N” you managed to say your name. 

“I’m guessing you’re not from here” He said trying to make a conversation. 

“Yes and no.” you smiled. “I was born here but when my parents got divorced, I had to go to California. I came back here for summer for the first time in 8 years.” 

“Wow, well, Y/N welcome to the Outer Banks. It’s very nice to see a beautiful girl like you here.” he said grinning and thinking what JJ had taught him.

You guys talked more about everything. Personal lives, interests, hobbies. You felt a deep connection with him and very happy. “Thank you for leaving me Kie” you thought to yourself.

John B was very contented by the conversation you guys had. You were the only girl after Kie who he felt the most close with. And with you, his feeling with Kie were slowly disappearing. You were becoming his next crush. Oh boy.

When you were talking your phone buzzed and saw a message from Dad saying that it was too late. You looked at the time. Wow it was 12.46 pm. 

“Wow it’s been 1-2 hours since we were talking. I-I uh I think I gotta go because my dad’s gonna be really mad at me and I-” You were interrupted by John B.

“Why are they gonna be mad at you? Because you’re cute?” He asked excitement filling in his eyes while looking at you.

You couldn’t move for a second and thought about the pick up line he used. You just stared at his eyes and smiled at the words. You said a quiet thank you. But your dad was just spamming you. So you decided to do one last thing. 

You kissed his cheek. It was so soft that you only liked him more. After kissing his cheek, you walked away without saying anything. 

John B was dumbfounded by your action and when you leave he shouted

“Am I gonna see you again?”

“Well, I hope so John B!” you said one last time and lost in crowds.

You and John B both felt so happy while going to home.

You saw Kie running to you. “YOU BASTARD I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE!” She shouted at you. She can get very serious sometimes but it was just a way to show that she cares. “We should go your dad and I are very worried about you.”

On the road, you told Kiara about the boy you met. You told her how you guys talked and connected, you kissed his cheek, usual girl stuff.

“I’m so happy for you!” What’s this flirty boy’s name?” Kie asked curiously, while drinking her water.

“His name is John B!” You said happiness filling your voice when your daydream was interrupted with Kie spitting water on your face. You yelled

“What the heck Kie???!” 

Kie tried to process what’s going on for a second. But John B wasn’t the type to flirt but every physical detail she told to her was describing John B. 

She decided to set them up. She texted JJ and Pope. “We have a work to do”.

John B, was smiling like an idiot. JJ noticed his excitement and asked it for a few times.

“John B, is there something you wanna tell me?” JJ asked with a smirk.

John B decided to tell everything. JJ is very good at flirting. maybe he could help him.

“Ah I see. You’ve got your heart stolen Johnny boy! Don’t worry we’ll see her.” He comforted him. He would do anything to help his best friend. 

After 5 minutes, he got a text from Kie, saying they gotta set John B with the girl he flirted with tonight. JJ smiled at the thought.

Kie: do any of you have a plan?

JJ: well, maybe we can do what we did for you and Sarah?

Pope: that might work. And we can do some more things. We’ll talk tomorrow

Kie: let’s do this! see you all tomorrow!

After Midsummer’s, Kie was going to introduce you to her pogue friends. You were excited because you wanted to meet the people who always make your best cousin smile. 

“You ready babe?” Kie showed up at your front door.

“Wasn’t expecting to see here” You laughed. “And yes, let’s go.”

You saw a boat called “HMS Pogue” getting closer to your house. Kie held your hand and mumbled a let’s go. The more it got closer, you noticed a familiar brunette. 

“Hey ladies, welcome!” JJ chirped. When John B noticed you, he was in shock.

“Y/N?” he asked and you asked “John B? What are you doing here?” 

“What are you doing here?” he asked again. And Kie decided to speak up.

“Y/N is my cousin and long life best friend and you Johnny boy, gonna help me to have a great trip in Outer Banks.” Kie patted John B’s shoulder.

You met all the other pogues. They were so nice but however the ride was very awkward. You and John B were flirting like at Midsummer’s but JJ, Pope and Kiara was teasing you and John B NONSTOP. They continued teasing for solid one week. 

One day, Kie tried to push you to John then you slipped, John B held you and Pope commented “Oh my god look, John B is being a hero to his girlfriend.

“Oh! Be So Careful, John B. Oh, Give Me That John D Already!” JJ said with a girl voice.

In the middle of the day, you heard John B screaming. You ran to him and you saw his bruised hand. He cut his hand while he’s trying to cut an apple. You softened at the reason.

“Okay, John B calm down, I’ll take care of you.” you said trying to calm him down. While you were taking care of his bruised hand, you felt like 3 pair of eyes watching you but you didn’t mind.

When you and John B, leaving the bathroom, going to meet the other pogues, you heard them shouting at you and John B. They were on another boat looking at you guys.

“Okay you two lovebirds, I think that explains enough.” JJ said looking at Kie and Pope. Kie just rolled her eyes.

“Think about why we teased you guys today and tell you guys how you feel, we’ll come back at night.’ Kie said

Pope waved them a ‘bye-bye’ and left before you guys could say anything. You were annoyed about this even though you loved to spend time with John B.

“Do you wanna explain?” you asked, it was obvious that you were annoyed by the constant teasing and thinking about what Kie said. “does he really like me?” “but wait thats possible and impossible” you thought to yourself.

John B took a deep breath and thought it was the best if he opens up.

“Okay Y/N, since I saw you on Midsummers, I felt like you were different and I liked you the second I was you. The reason why they are teasing us because I like you? Wasn’t it obvious?” He said sighing. You didn’t move “But it’s okay if you don’t feel the sa-” 

He was interrupted by a sudden feel of your lips. You were kissing him in the middle of nowhere, confessing your feelings. When you pull of you both took a deep breath.

“Wow, that was good” 

“well does this explain?” you asked grinning.

“yeah, yeah it does. so are you my girlfriend now?” 

“I guess so, would you like me to?” 

“Yes, yes definitely.” 

You smiled at him kissing again. Then you went to get water.

“John B!” you shouted.

“Yeah?” He asked 

“will you give me that john d now?” 

[lovskim]

rewind | 01

pairing; jung jaehyun x reader

genre/warnings; fluff, best friends to lovers! au, swearing

word count; 2.7k

:: summary; you find an attractive man in one of your old pictures, except you have no idea who he is. you suddenly have the urge to do everything you can to find out who he is, and maybe if you're lucky, make him fall in love with you.

author's note; yay the first chapter! as i've said before, this will be a mix of some social media edits and the actual text so don't be confused if pictures randomly show up in the middle of the story!! i really hope you all enjoy!

( gif credits to owner. )

You rummage through one of your drawers, cleaning out the stacks of papers as well as some clothes and a few books.

You were – finally – moving out of your apartment shared with college student slash best friend Mark, and you were ecstatic. This was the first time you were going to own an apartment by yourself, and just the idea of you being alone without being bombarded with Math questions made you feel giddy inside.

Once you reach the bottom of the drawer, you let a sigh of relief as you wiped a bead of sweat on your forehead. Summer was going to start soon, not like it mattered for you. You graduated from college a year ago but still got excited whenever summer came. Maybe it was because Mark had more free time than usual, but you weren’t really sure.

You pull out a crumpled piece of photo paper, wincing when you see how old and dirty it was. Dust laid on the edges of the paper because of how long it stayed at the bottom of the drawer. You carefully blew the dust away before flipping the photo around.

You stare at your appearance in the photo. You looked gross, to be honest. The photo was probably taken four years ago when you were just starting college. Your bangs looked hideous and your outfit looked like a wreck. You wanted to burn the picture, hoping it never got to see the light of day again.

Just before you were able to do the deed however, another detail caught your attention.

You had no idea who he was, but damn, you had to admit, this man was practically perfect.

His hair looked styled to perfection, he looked extra hot in the basketball jersey (no one in your college was that cute that’s for sure) and he had this smile that brightened up your day immediately (accompanied with a cute pair of dimples). You were practically drooling over him, and mind you, this picture was taken five. years. ago.

If he was this hot during college, how hot is he now? You end up wondering as you stare at the photo in your hands.

You stare at the jersey again. The team name was covered, but he was definitely not from your college. But why couldn’t you remember anything about him?

The picture looks familiar, except nothing is coming to your mind. You have no clue on who this handsome man is, or what he does, but you sure wanted to find out.

Was I drunk? You shake your head. You never drank enough to get drunk, especially in college. You cared too much about your grades and reputation, even Mark was annoyed with it. But Mark is the biggest nerd you know.

You stood up and walked to the living room filled with boxes, grabbing your phone to text your friends.

“I’m home!” Mark calls out as he leaves the coat by the rack. You run out of your room and take his bag from him. You check the clock hanging above the TV in the living room. “Why are you home so late?” You scold him as you drop his bag by the couch.

“I went out with some friends.” Mark shrugs as he drags his feet towards the kitchen, looking for something to drink. You follow him, taking out a glass and pouring Mark a cup of water.

You watch as Mark gulps down the beverage, looking away once Mark raises an eyebrow at you. You’re silent, playing with your fingers as Mark practically stares you down.

“Uh..did you find..anything?” You don’t know why you're embarrassed about asking Mark. You guys were best friends, and Mark wasn’t used to you being embarrassed around him. He gulps down the last of his water before wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jean jacket.

Mark's quiet for a while, setting down his glass and just staring at you, not saying a word.

“Nope. I'm so sorry Y/N.” He mutters sadly. He gives you a sympathetic look as you look down at the floor again. “Did you try asking Doyoung and Ten?” He takes your hands in his and you sigh, nodding.

“Doyoung’s out of town with no wifi and Ten hasn’t been responding to my messages when we damn well know that little shit doesn’t do anything.” Mark laughs at your comment on Ten before giving you an encouraging smile.

“You can do it. I bet you’ll find him soon.” You shake your head, losing hope and confidence. Finding him would be nearly impossible, especially since you didn’t know anything about him except for what he looks like.

“What if I grow grey and old and I still don’t find him?” Mark nearly chokes on his second glass of water at your statement. Water spills on his shirt and on the kitchen counter and all you can do is groan. “Gross! Mark keep it together!” You take a rag from the sink and throw it at him.

“Is that seriously your only concern right now?” Mark coughs as he wipes the wet spot on the counter. "You coughing your soul out of your body? Yes." You take the rag back from him before wiping the mess yourself.

"You know what i'm talking about."

You cross your arms in annoyance. Were you being irrational? Maybe. Were you taking this search a bit too far? Definitely. That didn't stop you though.

“Yes!” You argue back and he shrugs his shoulders. "Are you that desperate for love?" Mark leans against the counter. You think for a while. "Maybe." You admit sadly. You didn't date in such a long time it was getting annoying.

Mark finally decides to give up.

“Can I at least see the picture again?” Mark asks and you nod. You come back, handing Mark the photo you protected with your entire being. Mark raises his eyebrows in approval. “I see why you’re spending your time looking for him. He’s cute.” Mark says as he stares at the photo intently.

It’s quiet for a few moments. “Yo, what if he has a girlfriend?” Mark snaps his head towards you. You didn’t think about that. You shake your head. “Well, I didn’t think about that.." You reply, sound hopeless. Mark sighs before placing the photo on the table.

It was possible. A man with such a pretty face wouldn’t be single, right?

“It’s fine! You can meet up as buddies!” Mark claps, joking around and you immediately glare at him. You take the photo back immediately.

“Shut up Mark.” You mutter. It’s silent again.

“What if you guys had a relationship?” Mark wiggles his eyebrows and you nearly choke at his behavior. A relationship? Never. Right now, Mark sounded absurd. “First, I would’ve remembered that much, and second, college me would never.” You point at him.

“True. The college you would never.” Mark snorts at the vague memory of you during college. He runs his hand through his soft black hair, and you actually felt a bit sorry for the kid. You decide to drop the topic. You pat his head. “How are your scores?” You ask, referring to his finals. He got the last of his scores today, and he was worried the entire week.

“They’re actually really good. I flunked my Math and Chem, though.” Mark sighs, running his hands through his hair once more.

“What did you get? a 93?” You joke and Mark scoffs in reply. “Nope! An 89." He clicks his tongue. He walks out to the living room. You give him a look. "Yikes! Your finals were never that bad. Should I stop letting you out of the house?" You laugh and Mark rolls his eyes playfully as he enters the kitchen once more. "It’s fine. I’ll pass the subjects at least.” He gives you a goofy smile and you laugh again.

“That’s good. I know how hard you worked for them.” You say with a soft smile. He leans in for a hug and you gladly wrap your arms around the kid. He was so cute. Although you were older than him by two years, he was like your own child. “Thanks.” Mark yawns, stretching his arms.

“Go to sleep Mark. You worked hard today.” You pat him in the back and he nods. “Okay. Goodnight Y/N.” Mark mumbles as he walks towards his room.

“Goodnight. Sleep tight!” You smile, and Mark gives you a thumbs up in reply before leaving the kitchen. You take the photo in your hands and leave the kitchen, shutting all the lights in the process.

You sigh, tapping your fingers against the hard wood while waiting for your friends.

You promised your three idiotic best friends that you would treat them out for dinner today, which ended you up at a fancy Chinese restaurant at 8:00 in the evening. Of course, these losers would offer to eat at the fanciest restaurant in the district as long as they’re not paying.

After a few minutes, Mark arrives first, panting and sweating all over. He grips on to the chair, stopping you from saying anything. “Sorry.” He pants. “I got lost.” Mark pulls the seat in front of him and sighs in relief once you hand him a glass of cold water. “Those little shits. Doyoung and Ten told me that you weren’t paying today and the last one to arrive would pay for everything.” Mark wipes the edge of his mouth with the napkin in front of him.

“Hey.” You tell him in a harsh tone. “They’re still older than you. Don’t treat them like that.” You give him a look and Mark’s angry expression washed away almost immediately. “Sorry.” He sheepishly replies. You roll your eyes. “It’s okay. I’ll scold them later.” You smile playfully and Mark lets out a breathy laugh.

The next one to arrive was Doyoung, who just came home from his out of town trip. “Thanks for treating us today.” Is the first thing he says as he sits down in front of you. Mark chokes on his water, a few droplets flying out of his mouth and landing on Doyoung.

“What the fuck, Mark? Gross!” Doyoung groans as he uses the napkin to wipe the water on his shirt. "Mark this happened yesterday! Get a hold of yourself!" You pat Mark's shirt which had a few water droplets as well. Mark ignores him as he continues to cough. “Who are you?” Mark almost yells and you pat his back. Doyoung rolls his eyes in response. “I did a lot of thinking because there was no fucking wifi and data. I was practically suffering.” Doyoung sighs dramatically.

Finally, after waiting for an agonizing and painful fifteen minutes, Ten finally decides to show up for dinner. He smiles and places his fanny pack on the table. “Fashionably late as always.” He sits down beside Doyoung, smirking at his own comment. You place your phone down beside you and give Ten a smirk of your own.

“You’re paying for your own meal.” Your face tells him that you were dead serious, and had no intention of lying.

Ten gasps. “Take that back!” You give him a challenging look before raising your hand high in the air. “Waiter!” You call out, and Ten practically leaps on you, trying to pull your hand down. Doyoung chuckles as he hides behind the menu while Mark just seems to be dead hungry. Ten continues to attack you until he sees a waiter approaching. He quickly returns to his original seat, making you smile wide.

“I’ll do whatever you want.” Ten whispers in your direction and Mark stares at you, waiting for your response. You smile sweetly at the clueless waiter in front of you. “Sorry, I called you by accident. You can go now.” The waiter rushes away at once to keep up with the other orders of the customers. You turn to Ten. “Anything?”

You can practically feel Ten’s fists clench under the table before he huffs. “Anything.” He says.

“Okay! I’ll get back to you for that.” You lean back in your seat and Ten sighs in relief. “Good! Now that we’re all here can we order? I’m starving! ” Mark complains, clutching his stomach.

Ten calls the waiter as Mark gulps down his third glass of water. Doyoung just gives Mark a weird look while the waiter writes down all your orders, wrapping it up with Doyoung’s long list of orders. You sigh once you hand the menu to the waiter and drop your head in your hands. “I’m going broke.” You mutter.

You sigh, scrolling through your notifications before Doyoung breaks the silence.

“Any luck with pretty boy?” Doyoung takes a sip of his drink. Ten shakes his head in response. “No offense, but this dude’s probably dead. None of my friends know who he is, and I have a lot of friends.” Ten says and Doyoung rolls his eyes.

“There are 7 billion people in the world. It’s going to take more than your friends to find him.” Doyoung states the obvious.

“Do you wanna try asking social media?” Mark suggests, leaning his elbows on the table. Ten claps his hands. “Watch! You’ll get invited to star on Ellen!” Ten says excitedly and Mark snorts. Doyoung just chuckles at Ten’s statement.

“It’s fine. It’s not that important.” You assure your friends and Mark’s trying so hard to hold in his laugh. “That’s not what you said yes-” You kick Mark harshly in the shin, causing him to yelp in pain. As Mark rubs his shin, you notice Doyoung’s constant staring in your direction.

“We didn’t do shit and yet you’re still treating us.” Doyoung gives you a sorry look and you place your hand on top of his. Sure, Doyoung was a shithead most of the time, but he still cared about you and supported you whenever you needed it. That’s why you loved him.

“Consider this as Mark’s congratulatory dinner for acing his finals.” You clap your hands and Mark looks down shyly, too embarrassed to respond. “Yeahhhh nice one Mark!” Ten pats Mark a bit too hard on the back, causing the younger to cough and wince in pain.

Doyoung gives Mark a high five, and he chuckles, his cheeks turning a bright red.

After dinner, you recite a quick prayer as the waiter heads your way after Doyoung asked him for the bill. You reluctantly take the booklet from him, closing your eyes as you expect the worst. Doyoung leans back in his seat, looking pleased while Mark leans over to see how much your wallet has to suffer today.

“Damn it.” You mutter as you open your eyes and stare at the bill in horror. You reach into your purse and take out your credit card. Doyoung and Ten clap as you place the card in the booklet and slam it shut. The waiter looks at the four of you amused as you hand the booklet back to him. "Doyoung, you're treating for my birthday." You say angrily.

You step outside in the freezing cold, hugging your coat tighter against your body. “See you guys tomorrow?” Ten turns around and the three of you nod.

The four of you agreed to meet up the next day to go “shopping”, which is actually Ten going shopping while the rest of you lounge around, waiting for him. Mark loops his arm in yours.

“See you.” Mark says and Doyoung waves at the three of you, walking in the direction of his car. Ten waves goodbye as well, following Doyoung who was giving him a ride home. Your Uber arrives, and the Mark and you climb in the car. It’s quiet throughout the entire ride, neither of you saying a word.

The driver drops you off and you thank him, stepping out of the car before Mark slams the door shut. You wrap your hand around Mark and he smiles gratefully before following you in the apartment complex.

“Tired?” You laugh at Mark, who was already dozing off in the elevator. Mark nods, his head on your shoulder. The elevator doors open, and you practically drag Mark towards your shared apartment.

“I think i’m just going to head to bed.” Mark mutters as you enter your home. “Okay.” You bid Mark goodnight before entering your almost empty room and shutting the door.

You flop on your bed, letting out a sigh of relief as you kick off your heels and rub your aching ankles. You’re drifting off to sleep, not really caring about your current state until a soft ding! resonates through the quiet room.

You fall off your bed, too lazy to grab your phone. You practically crawl to grab your purse all the way across the room. You quickly open your purse, retrieving your phone and flopping back on your bed.

You squint your eyes as you adjust to the bright screen to your phone. An unknown user pops up on your phone. You're confused on who the hell this person is, or what he’s talking about, but nevertheless, open up his account.

You enlarge his profile picture. He looks familiar.

Another ding! resonates, and you open up your new text message from Ten. “Y/N!!! I FOUND HIM!! I FOUND YOUR GUY! his twitter is @jung1997!!” The text reads.

You open this guy’s Twitter. His username? @jung1997.

Your eyes go wide as you click on the guy's profile picture and enlarge it once more.

You immediately run towards your drawer and pull out the picture. You compare the pretty boy’s face to the profile picture displayed on your phone, and they almost look the same.

That’s when the realization hits you.

You found him. You finally found your mystery man.

“Oh…Oh…OH SHIT!”

[cali-holland]

Double Dates- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: Your best friend falls in love with Harrison, but you and Tom hate each other.

Word Count: 2400

Masterlist   Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

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“You said you would always be my wingwoman.” Your friend, Penny, playfully whined from your doorway.

“I’m not going.” You replied, not even looking up from your laptop.

“I can’t go on a double date without you.” She said, sitting on your bed. When you didn’t reply, she shut your laptop, turning off your Netflix show.

“I was watching that.” You grumbled, going to open it again. Penny kept her hand firmly placed on your grey laptop. “Look, it’s a blind double date. Why would I want to go?”

“You can’t be bitter about Derek forever.” Penny stated, referring to your ex-boyfriend who you two had caught cheating. Ever since the breakup three months ago, you had closed off from the world, convinced that love was not an option for you. “You need to get back out there in the dating world.”

“I don’t want to ‘get back out there’,” You used air quotes to emphasize the ridiculousness of her statement, “I’m perfectly content right here.”

“You won’t be content when you’re 30 and I’m no longer your roommate because I’m married.”

“Who says I won’t live with you and your husband?” You joked.

“Please, Y/N, just this one date at least. This guy sounds really sweet, and having you there would be a plus because you’re my wingwoman.”

“Fine, but prepared for me not to hold any awkwardness back.” You replied with a laugh.

“Yay!” Penny cheered, hugging you, “Thank you, thank you!”

“When are we leaving? 5?”

“Yep, so get cute! Your first date in months- this is exciting.” She smiled, bouncing out of your room so she could get ready. You took a deep breath as you moved off your bed. It had been so long, you practically forgot how much pressure came from a first date or any date really.

~~~

Right at 5, Penny was ushering you out of the apartment. You got in her car and she drove to the place that she had chosen with her date.

“Mini golfing? Are you serious?” You asked her with raised eyebrows as she parked the car.

“Yeah, it’s fun and lowkey.” She smiled.

“I’m horrendous at mini golfing.” You groaned.

“Oh, please, I thought this was more of a date for me- it’s just a bonus if your date is great.” Penny teased.

“But that doesn’t mean I have to make a complete fool of myself. If I have to go on this double date with you, I might as well be amazing.” You replied.

“Come on, it’ll be fine.” She said, stepping out of her car; you followed suit. Penny saw two guys standing beside the entrance to the place and she waved over at them. The one wearing a black leather jacket smiled back at her, also waving back. You two made your way over to the guys.

“You must be Penny. I’m Harrison.” The one with the leather jacket smiled.

“Hi,” She replied with her own blushing smile. Looking down at her blouse, she said, “I hope the polka dots were recognizable enough.”

“They were. I’m glad the leather jacket worked too.” Harrison looked over at his friend who had yet to say anything to you. He nudged his friend, who then decided to speak up.

“I’m Tom.” He told you, not offering the same bright smile that Harrison had given Penny.

“Y/N.” You answered.

“Shall we get started?” Harrison asked Penny, holding a ticket out to her. “We paid for you two already.”

“Really? Thank you.” She smiled, taking the ticket from him graciously, “Let’s go.”

As Penny and Harrison walked to the entrance, Tom let out a slight grumble as he handed you your ticket. You prevented yourself from full on rolling your eyes at him, knowing already that this double date was going to be the worst.

“Thank you,” You told Tom as you two went to the entrance. He didn’t respond to you, not that you were very shocked anyway. The four of you got your clubs and color-coded balls and headed to hole 1.

“I’m going to be honest, I’ve completely forgotten how to hold this.” Penny laughed. Harrison quickly set his gear down and went to help her. You and Tom watched as the cliche scene happened in front of you- Harrison wrapped his arms around Penny, teaching her how to put perfectly. For the second time that night, you had to withhold from rolling your eyes; you and Penny had gone mini golfing loads of times, there was no way she didn’t know how to put. You, on the other hand, were the worst at, no matter how hard you tried.

“You know how to put, right?” Tom asked you in a dry tone as Harrison went.

“Yes, even though I suck at this.”

“Don’t expect me to help you.” He said, making you cock an eyebrow at him. Seeing as it was his turn now, he got in position to put.

“Really? You don’t want to wrap your arms around me?” You teasingly asked. He shook his head in response, staying focused on the ball on the ground in front of him. As he went to swing, you exclaimed, “Miss!” and laughed as he did just that.

“Will you stop?” Tom looked at you exasperated.

“I don’t know. I’m quite enjoying this.” You laughed with a smirk.

The slight bickering between you and Tom managed to continue throughout the game. At the very last hole, Harrison and Penny left you two alone, seeing as they had finished already.

“Okay, Tom, just get it in- a hole in one. Or do you need help with that?” You inquired.

“If you’d be quiet, I could get it in.” He replied. Before you could respond, he putted the ball and got it right in the hole.

“Well, that wasn’t very entertaining to watch.” You laughed, stepping up for your turn.

“Do you need help too?” Tom asked you in the same sarcastic tone you had used all night. You shook your head as you hit your ball straight in as well.

“No, but you can hold this for me.” You said, handing him your club. He rolled his eyes and went to turn them in. He then followed you to go find where Harrison and Penny went. Walking outside of the building, you found them basically eating other’s face off against the wall.

“Penny!” You exclaimed as Tom awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Oh, you guys are finished.” Penny said, pulling away from Harrison. She casually wiped the fresh saliva off from around her mouth.

“Yeah, are you?” You asked.

“I’ll walk you to your car.” Harrison piped in, taking Penny’s hand and leading her away.

“Is she wearing his jacket?” You questioned, staring at their retreating figures. You looked over at Tom, awaiting a response.

“Well, I’m not giving you mine.” He said. Tom’s tone switched into a baby voice, “Do you want me to walk you to your car too?”

“I can handle myself, thank you.” You replied, not refraining from rolling your eyes this time. You headed towards the car to find Penny and Harrison getting their “goodbye”s in. You got in the car on the opposite side of them and honked the horn until Penny got in. Harrison left back to his car with Tom.

“That went well.” Penny smiled with red cheeks.

“Yeah, which was better? Mini golfing or his tongue down your throat?” You questioned. “Oh nice move by the way. ‘I don’t remember how to mini golf��” You raised your voice higher to mock her.

“Shut up, like you wouldn’t want Tom doing that to you.” She playfully hit your arm as she drove off.

“I wouldn’t. He’s so arrogant and rude, why would I ever want that?” You said.

“I think you two were quite enjoying your immense teasing.”

“Please, Penny. If anything, it was just a distraction from you and Harrison making googly eyes all night.”

“Lighten up. Harrison’s a great guy, besides we’re going out tomorrow night too.” She smiled. You fake gagged at her response. You just hoped her dating Harrison didn’t mean you had to put up with Tom.

~~~

“He doesn’t even know me that well.” You told Penny flatly.

“So? It’s a going to be a great party. Please, come.” She begged as she curled her hair in the bathroom.

“The last time you begged me to go somewhere with you, I met Tom.”

“And I met Harrison.” She smiled over at you.

“Nope, I’m not going.”

“Please, pretty please.”

“Why would I go to your boyfriend’s birthday party?”

“Because you’re my bestest friend ever.” Penny replied, “And I know he’s got some hot friends who are very single.”

“I’ll go, but only if you promise to stop trying to hook me up with someone.” You held out your pinky to her.

“Pinky promise.” She nodded her head in confirmation as her pinky met yours.

As you began to get ready for the last minute party, your mind began to wander back to Tom. You hadn’t seen him in months- four months really, way back at mini golf when Penny and Harrison first started dating. Sure, Tom was annoying and arrogant, but there was something about him that made your heart flutter.

When you and Penny arrived at the party, Harrison greeted her with one of those annoyingly long kisses and you dove into the kitchen for the free drinks your friend had promised you.

“What are you doing here?” A voice asked and you groaned, recognizing it immediately.

“I thought you might miss me.” You teasingly said as you turned to Tom.

“Very funny.” He replied as you reached into a cooler to grab a drink.

“I know, I’m hilarious.”

“I wouldn’t-” Tom’s warning was cut off by you opening the can and having it explode all down your front. You gasped as your once pristine white shirt was now covered in brown stains.

“I tried telling you.” Tom attempted to laugh it off.

“Oh really?” You questioned, throwing the can and its remaining liquid at Tom. He didn’t react quickly enough to catch it and you watched as payback hit him in the form of the same stains.

“What the hell? Now I have to change.” He said, looking down at his shirt.

“That makes two of us.” You replied and he huffed, throwing away the can.

“Fine, come with me.” Tom led you through the party and to one of the bedrooms down the hall. As he looked in the dresser for some new clothes, you looked around the room and took in that it was most likely his, considering how bland the walls were. ‘Matches his personality’ you thought to yourself with a mental laugh.

“Here,” Tom said, shoving a white t-shirt in your arms. He pointed to the door across the room, “That goes into a private bathroom. You can change in there.”

“Thank you.” You responded softly, making your way to the bathroom. As you closed the door behind you, you took one last look at Tom to find him ridding himself of the stained shirt. You admired his chiseled back for a moment before he put the new shirt on, and you shut the door all the way. You laughed to yourself about the incident as you changed shirts.

When you emerged from the bathroom, you found Tom waiting for you on his bed. He stood up and held a hand out to you.

“I’ll put the shirt in the wash, so it doesn’t get stained.” He said, and you handed your old shirt over to him. As he left to put it in the laundry, you returned to the party.

Deciding to give up on actually drinking anything, you chatted with Penny. After a few minutes of talking, Penny excused herself to dance with Harrison. You smiled upon seeing how completely happy your best friend was; she was content and carefree, what you wish you could be right then. You saw Tom come back in the room and he offered you a small smile before disappearing into the crowd.

“Y/N?” You froze upon hearing a voice you had gotten so used to such a long time ago. The voice called to you again and you finally turned to them with a head held high. Your ex, Derek, gave you a tight smile, “How do you know Harrison?”

“Penny,” was all you managed to get out.

“Can we talk?” He asked, stepping closer to you.

“Derek, I don’t-” You tried to speak, but your voice was feeble. You felt as weak as you had been seven months ago.

“We can talk outside.” Derek grabbed your hand, pulling you out front to where no one was.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You croaked out, feeling tears sting your eyes. “I can’t.”

“I’m sorry that I hurt you. I still love you, I want you.” He pulled you closer to him as you tried to step away.

“No, please,” You closed your eyes as you shook your head.

“Hey, mate. Lay off her.” You heard Tom’s voice approaching the two of you.

“Why would I listen to you?”

“Because I said so, jackass.” Tom replied. Derek let go of your arms and you stepped away from him.

“Tom, please, leave it.” You said to him, grabbing his clenched fist.

“You miss me, Y/N. You know you do.” Derek called out to you.

“Tom, can you drive me home?” You asked quietly and he nodded.

“Of course,” He led you away from Derek, leaving your ex alone and empty-handed on the lawn. The drive to your apartment was silent and Tom even walked you into your place.

“Thank you for helping me.” You said quietly.

“You were uncomfortable; it was the least I could do.” Tom replied.

“Really, though, thank you for everything.”

“I am a gentleman, even if you don’t believe that.” He joked.

“I do.” You spoke up after a moment of silence.

“You do what?”

“Believe you’re a gentleman. I mean, sometimes you act like an arrogant jerk, but tonight you really showed me that you’re much more than that.”

“I hope I can keep showing you that.” Tom smiled, leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Your reputation’s improving already.” You teased, kissing him again.

~~~

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[dictacontrion]

Here is my second question: Which you answered as a message to me. Can I ask another question? If I can, then here it is - What aspect of storytelling is most challenging for you? How did you overcome it, if you did? Or what strategies you employ to get yourself to write and face that challenge. #thankyou #asks #yay

Yes of course!! (and omg did i really? #fail)

Smut.

Smut was without a doubt the hardest worst most challenging aspect of writing when I started writing fic, and even harder as an aspect of storytelling. I had no training in it, no idea what I was doing, and a very keen awareness of all the things that could go terribly, mockably wrong. Trying to write it felt roughly equivalent to tweezing my eyebrows in a room full of hungry mosquitos.

How to make it unawkward? How to keep track of the body parts and positions? What to call things? How to make it read smoothly? How to make it hot? How to make it *do* something and not feel awkwardly shoe-horned in for the purposes of that reader-attracting Explicit rating? (I have some feelings about those incentive/that whole train of thought but that’s another post.) Because if I was going to put myself through learning to write it, I’d be twice dammed if I didn’t learn to make it good in every possible sense.

I’m stubborn like that.

I would like to think I overcame it and the very lovely reaction to Endowment suggests I am not totally wrong, so here’s what I did:

1) found smut I really admired and read it over and over and absolutely took it apart to figure out what made it work in or as a story. Read different authors’ smut side-by-side for commonalities and differences. Came up with a working mental list of things I thought made smut work as part of a story.

2) combined that with a good long think about what I think sex can and cannot accomplish in human interactions and what purposes it therefore could and could not serve in fiction, and came up with a basic list of things I want smut in my work to do, like:

reveal someone’s motivations or state of mind

reflect the dynamic of the larger story (even if it’s a PWP and therefore not all on the page, it’s part of one)

reveal something about the people having the sex that could not be revealed through speech (maybe they say they’ve forgiven and trust each other, but are their eyes open or closed while they’re having sex and why?)

create a sense for the presence or absence of intimacy in a relationship (or for a person’s ability or inability to experience intimacy)

potentially forward the plot in some way (raising the stakes, cementing a bond, allowing for catharsis/letting the tension, creating a point of crisis, etc.)

turning the reader on (this last one is not at all universally held among writers and I know some who don’t like to consider that bit, so this is not to say that you should go tell writers that you’ve gotten off on their work, but for me personally being aware, in a generally abstract hypothetical way, of that possibility helps make the smut and smut-writing better)

(2a) I think it really really helps, if possible, to think about the very broad array of things that sex *can* and *does* do in human interactions rather than getting caught up in hand-wringing about what sex *should* (or shouldn’t) do in human interactions. Regardless of whether you think people only *should* have happy fluffy loved-up gentle monogamous tender sex with partners who fit within certain parameters (or should only have kinky rough emotionless sex with strangers) it is a true fact of the world that people have sex with all kinds of people and in all kinds of ways and for all kinds of reasons, and that sexual desire (or lack thereof) isn’t a separate thing from who we (or are characters) are. People who are scared, desperate, tired, angry, vengeful, callous, etc. have sex that reflects and enacts those feelings. People who are ill or injured have sex that reflects those experiences. People have sex that isn’t fluffy or tender or monogamous for a host of reasons that are very much about intimacy and closeness and understanding and emotion. People have sex that is fluffy and tender and monogamous and that can have all sorts of underlying feelings attached. People have sex that is mind-blowing and electric and full of chemistry and feelings. People also have sex that’s boring and rote, and sex that’s about one thing while attempting to appear to be about a different thing.  People, in my experience, very rarely (compared to fic, anyway) have sex with people they barely know or former sworn enemies, particularly in office settings, but maybe I just need some different experiences idk. tl;dr: a mismatch between your smut and your characters/plot is going to make for a strange read. And strange morals and sexual ethics, if that’s something you care about.)

3) Did some research. It had been a minute (by which I mean several years) since I’d engaged with a penis and I was not really prepared to write accurately about them. (there is a scene in If Memory Serves where they have semi-clothed sex over a table and I legit agonized about how testicles would work in that scenario) So I googled and read guides and asked friends who I knew were chill about and up for talking about personal experiences with sex and bodies and scrutinized gifs for a while and read guides for and by gay men (many of which counter common fic scripts about sex, which I still find tricky to navigate but that’s also another post). It was not very different from research I’ve done about other things, except for not being able to do it in public.

4) Practiced describing bodies having sex. Not just randomly! But in the course of writing stories with smut. ngl this was a slog. Just lots of drafting and letting it sit and re-drafting and trying to laugh at the misplaced elbows and whatnot. I tried listening to music and that sort of helped (and I think the right music can be really instructive for writing good smut, in terms of how to pace things, how to create build-up, where to bring things up and take them down, how to get a good rhythm going, etc.), but mostly it was just a slog for a while.

5) thought about how I could write smut in ways that would feel less like a slog, how I could take this particularly hard part of writing and combine it with things that played to my strengths/could be combined with things I enjoyed as a reader and writer (strong personalities, emotion, intensity, dialogue) and avoided things I disliked as a reader and writer (long mechanical descriptions, staring at gifs of balls)

6) went back to #1 and thought about what made smut work mechanically, like:

careful POV choice

reflecting the moment in structural decisions about things like sentence and word length (essential for rhythm)

giving scenes a particular purpose or focus and using that as an anchor

taking word choice seriously (there’s a difference between a cock, a dick, a prick, a penis, a willy, and all the millions of horrible euphemisms people use. meat swords and whatnot. it is easy to want to blow this off bc it’s words for dicks, but there is a meaningful difference between saying that someone is sucking cock and sucking penis (or giving head, or giving a blow job) and the words you choose say something about your characters and their perspective, and therefore matter a lot)

focusing on desire, sensations, emotions, and reactions instead of mechanics

7) practiced. The unavoidable and most necessary. But better after #s 4 and 5, and when in scenarios that were about using smut to tell different sorts of stories or to story-tell in new ways, and when I was focused on combining it with the things I most enjoy writing.

8) had a really good beta who understood what I wanted the sex to do and told me whether or not it I was accomplishing that, and who was willing and able to be candid about what wasn’t working and tell me so. And I was, and had to be, willing to hear all that feedback and change things, from moving an elbow to rewriting entire scenes.

That’s more than you may have bargained for (and I have approx 90 more tangents about smut and fic and fandom that I am barely containing) but tbh I think the same basic process applies to any aspect of writing someone is trying to improve:

Read things you like

Think about what you like about them

Take them apart technically

Research as needed

Practice

Find ways of practice that you can enjoy and invest in

Get trusted feedback

Take trusted feedback seriously

Remember that it is never perfect, but that it does get better

Keep practicing

[robertdowneyjjr]

au where jack plays football and bitty’s still a hockey player

in the form of my chat with @brandnewfashion bc honestly i’m way too lazy to reformat this.

(interspersed with random mentions of cornbread and the preds v pens game)

kayytx

anyway so

i was thinking last night before i fall asleep

as i often do

au where jack plays football and bitty plays hockey

brandnewfashion

niiiiiiiiice

kayytx

jack decided to go for football bc he wanted to get away from the whole hockey prodigy thing

brandnewfashion

very nice

kayytx

his plan was to go to some school in canada, maybe western ontario or something, and play a few years in the cfl if he gets drafted

but he ended up getting a scholarship for samwell

bitty's still bitty. same story etc etc

kayytx

and when he and jack meet they HATE EACH OTHER

well no

bitty hates jack

bc he thinks jack is just another dumb football player and he's already had enough bad experiences with those guys in high school thank u very much

brandnewfashion

ok but who on the smh is in hockey and who's on football

kayytx

honestly i didn't think about that part

but i was thinking

bc in this au jack didn't od

so their age difference is only like two years

brandnewfashion

i'm just curious in terms of team dynamics

kayytx

i kinda want the falcs to be the football players

and this is another one of those bitty-doesn't-know-how-hot-he-is au's

jack has the biggest fucking crush on bitty

brandnewfashion

um honey

i'm pretty sure bitty not knowing he's hot is canon

but carry on lmao

kayytx

HAHAHAHAHA

OK TRUE

FAIR ENOUGH

but u get what i'm saying

brandnewfashion

yes

kayytx

like just imagine them meeting in the caf one day and at first bitty's super charmed by jack

but then he sees jack go sit with the football team

and he's like

OH. WELL THEN.

brandnewfashion

LOL

kayytx

MOVING ON.

but from that moment on jack's just smitten

except for some reason since then every time he sees bitty, bitty's just??? super cold??? why??????

he thought they had a pretty good first meeting

and even shittier is

when coach calls, he'd occasionally mention to bitty how he's been keeping up with both the smh and samwell's football team

hazards of the job, you know?

and wow that zimmermann kid looks pretty good this season

bitty's like omg coach please stfu

brandnewfashion

this is really random but i want corn bread :(

kayytx

meanwhile jack's on the phone with bad bob and he's talking about how he MIGHT be taking an interest in hockey again for REASONS

lmfao that's so random

anyway bob knows jack and he's like, "oh pls jack, spit it out, who's the boy"

brandnewfashion

LOL

kayytx

and jack spills and he ends the story with "HE'S SO OUT OF MY LEAGUE??? AND CLEARLY HE KNOWS IT BC HE'S SO COLD, PAPA. SO COLD"

brandnewfashion

YAY HORNQVIST

kayytx

no matter tho, jack starts going to as many hockey games as possible

and he's bitty's biggest puck bunnyu

brandnewfashion

bahahhahaha

kayytx

his whole team teases him for it but they also really want to help him date bitty but bitty's just...so cold....to all of them

and they just don't understand

brandnewfashion

pls tell me rans and holster step in

kayytx

football team: but we aren't the lax bros????

lmfao yes they do

brandnewfashion

NICE

kayytx

holster's been badgering bitty about winter screw bc he really wants his favorite frog to enjoy his first college dance

and eventually bitty lets it slip that he may have a thing for a tall blue eyed football captain but that doesn't matter bc all football dudes are the same and they're the worst and that's why he got the fuck outta georgia in the first place

and rans and holster are at the kitchen table listening to bitty rant and they look at each other like

bro

BRO

BROOOOOOO

rans is friends with jack bc canadians

loopholes and shit

brandnewfashion

he should be science bros with tater or something hahaha

kayytx

HAHAHAH omg that could work

brandnewfashion

and tater's like

"I HAVE FRIEND WHO IS CANADIAN TOO"

kayytx

backstory: ransom and tater were lab partners for a class and they had to do this really dumb experiment with potatoes and genius struck ransom like the canadian scientists he always references and that's how he nicknamed tater

brandnewfashion

LOL

awww fehr's in the sin bin

kayytx

tater: i like this nickname. is much better than "mushy mashy"

ransom: bro u gotta quit the football team they don't respect u

brandnewfashion

bahahhahaha

kayytx

tater: mama always told me to play hockey because am russian. but i wanted to, how you say? be out of the box

brandnewfashion

awwwwwwwww

kayytx

lmfao anyway so ransom like, vaults over several hedges to get to the football house

idk why he won't just use the sidewalks like a normal person but he got excited and his brain stopped functioning properly

brandnewfashion

~dramatic effect

kayytx

and he slams open the door and he's like

ZIMMERMANN IS MY FAVORITE FROG ERIC BITTY BITS BITTLE THE GUY YOU'RE ALWAYS YAMMERING ON ABOUT BC BOY DO I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU

jack isn't even there

brandnewfashion

the nashville coach looks like he could be in the mafia

kayytx

he's in class. wtf ransom

brandnewfashion

lololol

kayytx

snowy pokes his head out from the living room and he's like, dude can u like, text him or something

brandnewfashion

but that'd be too easy

kayytx

ransom just goes up to jack's room to wait and somehow he finds a stuffed cat toy??? somewhere?? and puts it on his lap so he could stroke it for dramatic effect

jack comes home

brandnewfashion

maybe it's poots'

HORNQVIST!!!

lmao the commentator: "class horny goal"

that sounds so wrong

kayytx

rans: zimmermann. you come into my house, on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder for money jack: what the fuck justin

rans: idk man, holster texted this to me and told me to say it. anyway, we're setting you up for winter screw

so holster convinces bitty they've found someone perfect for him and he really shouldn't worry about it bc they

're bros and they only want whats best for him

ransom helps jack like, not be such an awkward weirdo

and gives jack the rundown on the Secret to Bitty's Heart Playbook he was compiling on the dl

(it's a spreadsheet obvi)

so the day of winter screw comes and bitty's nervous but he's all dressed up bc he's not gonna let something as stupid as nerves get in the way of him looking fab

brandnewfashion

oh my god??? sid just... idk what the fuck he just did but it was hot

kayytx

and jack shows up on the door with a bouquet of flours and a crate of cherries in the shape of a heart

brandnewfashion

dork

kayytx

umm the minute there's a gif or a video of that sid moment pls send it to me

BITTY MELTS but he needs to put up an act bc he's not gonna be all gushy RIGHT AWAY

so he """"grudgingly"" goes to winter screw with jack

but they have a ridiculously good time

and bitty's like, oh no he's NICE

jack walks bitty home afterwards and kisses him on the cheek bc he's a dweeb and they make plans to go to annies the next day

THEN THEY START DATING

brandnewfashion

omg omg

can bitty do that thing

jack kisses him on the cheek and bitty's like

"you missed"

kayytx

HAHA YES

but bitty's a lil shit so he makes jack wait until the next day

"guess you'll have to try harder tomorrow ;);)"

brandnewfashion

HA

get it bits

kayytx

jack dies

jack loves dying and being dead

brandnewfashion

oh gosh

and when they go home for winter break they cannot shut up about the each other

and their parents are like

"look we're really happy for u but u need to tone it down for the love of god"

kayytx

lmfaaoooo

except bob

bob is like

TELL ME MOAR

jack: pls never come to another parents weekend again and maybe not even my graduation oh my god u are so embarrassing

brandnewfashion

lmao parents weekend is gonna be such a shit show

bob and suzanne are gonna be trading stories all night and jack and bitty are gonna be holding onto each other for dear life in the corner, chugging their beers so they go away

long story short, jack and bitty eventually get together and bob and suzanne are both MENACES and the most embarrassing parents bc they just love their kids so much

**note: when i said “their age difference is only two years” i don’t mean bc jack didn’t OD they have a smaller age difference lol i meant in this au jack didn’t OD and their age difference is smaller lol sorry for the confusion but when i’m rambling on chat i don’t really pay attention to conjunctions and grammar and spelling and shit.