#but I also think a lot of it goes over his head (thankfully😂)

[dingledraw]

My 90+ year old grandpa used to be an professional illustrator before he retired and he always wants to see what I’m drawing…

All I draw is bible yaoi/yuri and I’m always like:

[sissylittlefeather]

Time for another Elvis movie character story!

Spinout: a Mike McCoy Story

A/N: So I lowkey love Mike McCoy from Spinout. Like, he might be my favorite Mike. He's definitely the one I watch the most! He's such a little shit, but he's so cute I'll allow it. Still, he needed to be brought down a peg, so please enjoy this unorthodox fic 😂

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, lots of sex in this one, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation, also they drink alcohol in a couple of scenes

Word count: ~5.8k (I know; it's long. But I think it's worth it)

(There are NO GIFS of Mike McCoy, which is criminal. I'll make a few and come back)

After he married off the three women that had insisted on marrying him, Mike McCoy went back to his life of singing, racing, and hooking up with any woman who was willing.

You start as his new drummer not long afterwards and it takes you about five minutes to realize what he's like. You are less than impressed, to say the least. Still, he's cute enough, so you flirt with him on stage when he comes back to play one of your drums. He winks, and you smile despite yourself, but you're not sold on him yet. Once the show is over, he comes to you, fighting off the crowd of women that's gathered around him.

"That was some show, kid."

"Oh, thanks." You start to pack up your drum kit.

"No, I'm serious. You're great. Would you like to-"

"No, thank you Mike." He blinks, confused.

"You don't even know what I was gonna ask."

"I feel like I do and I'm saying no."

"Okay." He looks at you funny and then goes back to the crowd of women.

The one thing that's changed since you came around is you demand that the group stay in motels instead of camping. He agrees only because it makes it easier for him to bring home girls.

You load up the car with the guys and then head back to your rooms. Mike has a girl in the front seat, so you squeeze in between Larry and Curly in the backseat of the Duesenberg. She giggles obnoxiously as you ride to the motel and you roll your eyes. Mike really is insufferable.

Back at the motel, you have your own room, but you share a wall with Mike. Needless to say, the girl he brought home didn't get any quieter once they reached the room. You put a pillow over your head and try to drown out the sounds. You know whats happening; you don't need sound effects.

When morning rolls around, the guys come to your room to eat the breakfast you've thrown together on the skillet you travel with. This was one of the stipulations to joining the band: you have to feed them. Mike shows up without the girl, thankfully. He smiles at you glowingly.

"You like tired, y/n. Couldn't sleep?"

"Was a little difficult with all that noise."

"Oh, I'm sorry honey, were we too loud?"

"Please don't call me honey. And yes." You go to walk away but realize you're in a small room and there's nowhere to go, so you head out the door to get some fresh air. You're out by the car when he catches up with you.

"What do you want, Mike?"

"I really am sorry, honey- I mean kid. I didn't mean to bother ya."

"Mhmm." You nod unconvincingly.

"Listen, why don't you let me take you out tonight after the show? Make it up to you?"

"You really don't need to do that."

"No, but I want to." You look up at him and do a quick appraisal. He's not really your type- too pretty- but he's not bad. His eyes are kind and his smile is sweet. You'd really like to see what he looks like without his hair fixed. And you haven't gotten laid in months. At least this way you wouldn't have to listen to him with anyone else.

"Oh, alright. Just one drink, though."

"Okay. I can work with that." You give him a half smile and head back into the motel room.

******

That night, after the show, you find yourself three drinks deep with Mike McCoy and you're having more fun than you expected. He's only had two drinks, but you go ahead and order a fourth one. Once you finish it, you lean over on his shoulder and intertwine your fingers with his. He looks down at you with the strangest expression on his face. But you don't care. He's warm and strong and he smells good and you're in the mood. When he decides it's time to go home, you grab the front of his jacket and pull his lips to yours. He backs away slowly, same strange expression on his face. He shakes his head a bit and then kisses you again quickly. You put your arms around his neck and slide your tongue into his mouth and he pulls back suddenly.

"Yeah, we need to leave."

"Whatever you say, Mikey." He hurries you out to the car, where he puts his hands on your hips and pulls you in for another deep kiss.

"I'm sorry, honey, I just didn't want to kiss ya like that in the bar." He kisses you again. You let him keep kissing you, he's not a half-bad kisser, so you hope it's a hint at things to come. Finally, he ushers you into the car and you drive back to the motel with your head on his shoulder and your hand in his lap. You can feel his erection through his pants, so you begin to stroke him gently. He grunts.

"Honey, you better be careful. You're gonna have to finish what you start."

"Oh, I plan to." He groans and kisses you again before turning back to the road.

When you get to the motel, he swings into a parking space and practically drags you out of the car and to his room. He gets the key in the door and the door open all without taking his lips off of yours. It's clear he does this a lot and you start to get excited that this might be a pretty good night.

He walks you backwards into the room and pulls your dress up and over your head in one move. You get off all four of his layers on top, though it does take longer than you expected. Once you're in nothing but panties and he has on his slacks, hardness straining against the crotch, he lays you down on the bed. He kisses your neck down to your nipple where he nibbles on one and teases the other with his fingers.

"Ow!" He pinches you just a little too hard.

"Oh god, I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"

"Yeah, it's okay though, just keep going." He keeps moving down your body, dropping hot kisses on your skin as he goes. When he reaches the place between your thighs, you lay back ready to enjoy the pleasure he's about to bring you. But after a few seconds you sit up on your elbows and look down at him. Based on the way he's moving his mouth on you, you'd guess this is the first time he's ever done this. You know that can't be right, though. Still, he's moving all wrong in all the wrong places. You're not quite sure how it's possible the be this wrong about what he's doing.

You let him do his thing, hoping that at some point he'll get to the right spot, but he never does. After way too long, he pulls back and says,

"Cum for me baby." And you'd love to. You really really would, but it's just not there and you're not the kind of girl that fakes it.

"Umm... I can't." He looks up at you confused and exhausted.

"What?"

"I said I can't."

"Oh..." He sits up and wipes his face with his hand. "Too much to drink?"

"Sureee..." You'll let that be the excuse. He seems to be okay with giving up and climbs up your body to line his cock up with your entrance. He's got a beautiful dick, so you hope that this part will be good, at least. But once he pushes into you, you lose hope for that possibility.

He's a jackhammer, and not a graceful one. He pounds into you relentlessly, but somehow also not passionately? He soldiers on, seemingly unaware of how bad he is and you let him, just waiting for it to be over.

"Is that good, baby?" He whispers as he slams into you over and over again.

"Mmm" you give him a half-hearted moan.

"Yeah, it's so good." He grunts and pulls out quickly to pump his cock and squirt his seed all over your stomach. Somehow, he doesn't even do that part right and it gets all over everything.

He rolls over onto his back next to you and you lay there wondering how on earth this is possible. The girl he was with last night sure sounded like she enjoyed it. Maybe it was a fluke? You're not sure you want to try it again though.

"Was that good for you, honey? Did you...?" Again, you're not one to lie to him, but you don't want to hurt his feelings. Still, there's really no other way to say it.

"No, not really." You say it quietly and he sits up, stunned.

"What?" You sit up too and try to ignore the fact that he hasn't cleaned you off yet.

"Well, do you want me to lie?"

"Maybe..." He runs his hand through his hair, legitimately puzzled.

"Can I get a towel or something?"

"Oh, sure." He gets out of the bed and gets a towel from the bathroom. "You want me to...?"

"No, you've done enough, thanks." You take the towel and use it to clean yourself off.

"Why didn't you say anything while we were... y'know... during...?"

"I don't know. How do you tell someone in the middle of sex 'hey, you're bad at this'?" You get out of bed and begin to put your clothes back on.

"That's fair."

"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow, Mike."

"Hey, can we not... tell the guys?"

"Sure. Goodnight." He walks towards you like he's going to kiss you, but you open the door and walk out, back to your own room.

******

The next few shows you play together are painfully awkward. He tries to flirt with you on stage like normal, but you pretty much ignore him. You're still not sure what to make of the weird sexual experience you had together. Part of you wants to give him an opportunity to redeem himself, but most of you is okay with letting it go. About a week after your encounter, Mike comes to you when the show is done.

"Hey, honey, are you mad at me?" You smile at him awkwardly.

"No, I'm not mad. Why?"

"You just haven't talked to me in a week."

"Oh, well, y'know..."

"Is this because of-" He mouths the next part silently. "...the sex?"

You sigh and put your hands on your hips.

"You want me to lie?"

"It is. Will you give me a chance to try again? Maybe with no alcohol this time." You seriously doubt that'll help.

"Mike, I really don't think it's a good idea."

"Why not?" He pouts and it's admittedly very cute.

"Mike...."

"Come on, please? Just one more chance. I'll make it worth your while." He steps close to you and looks down into your face. His eyes are mesmerizing.

"Um... " He leans in close and kisses you gently. Maybe you could give him one more try. When he pulls back, he smiles.

"Let me take you to dinner tonight."

"Okay. We can try this again." He kisses you on the cheek and then goes back to packing the car.

******

After dinner, you find yourself back in Mike's hotel room naked with him again. He lays next to you on the bed sweating and breathing heavily.

"That had to be better." You look at him and grimace. To his credit, he did try to add several position changes, but that just seemed to throw off his momentum and make it even more awkward. "You're kidding me."

"I'm sorry..."

"What the hell am I doing wrong?!" You look at him skeptically. You're not even sure where to begin.

"Oh, Mike, I'm sure it's just me." It's not you, but you're willing to accept the blame if it means he'll leave you alone.

"No. There's a reason girls don't sleep with me more than once. I always told myself it was because I didn't want to get attached, but they don't usually try again." He almost sounds like he's on the verge of tears. "You gotta help me."

"Mike, no..." He turns and looks at you.

"Please?"

"How would I even do that?"

"Teach me." You roll your eyes and look away from him.

"No."

"You're really gonna just let me go back out into the world like this?" You laugh and turn back to him. "You're doing a disservice to all of womankind, really."

"Maybe you could just keep it in your pants."

"Oh no, honey, you know that's not an option." He rolls onto his side to face you and runs his fingertips down your cheek. "Come on, it'll be fun. You can boss me around all you want."

"That is tempting." You roll over and look at him. He seems so genuinely desperate. "Okay, listen, I'll think about it."

He smiles and for the first time you notice how attractive he really is.

"Thank you, honey."

"I haven't said yes, yet."

"Well, thank you for even considering it." He has the strangest desire to ask you to stay in his room overnight. Thats totally not his style at all. He hasn't slept in a bed with a woman in years. Something about you is different, though. He's noticed it since the beginning, but it just gets stronger the more he's around you. Like he doesn't get tired of you and want you to leave.

You get up out of the bed and start to get dressed again. He watches you quietly. Once you're put back together you turn back to him.

"Goodnight, Mike."

"Goodnight, y/n. And thank you... for your honesty."

"Of course." You walk through the door and pull it closed behind you.

******

Two nights later, you play another show at another bar. Afterwards, you expect Mike to either do his normal hunting routine or try to come talk to you, but he doesn't do either. Instead, he sits at a table alone with a drink and looks at the crowd of people around him. You watch him stare down at his drink and then take a big swig. He looks so pitiful just sitting there by himself. Part of you wonders if this is an act for your benefit, but he seems to really be feeling down. When a girl walks up to him and starts flirting with him, you realize he's not acting. She's pretty, but he barely even smiles or looks up at her. His confidence is shot and it's your fault. The girl finally shrugs her shoulders and walks away. You make your way over to him.

"Alright, fine." He looks up at you nervously.

"Fine, what?" You roll your eyes impatiently.

"Fine, I'll teach you." He stands up and smiles a little.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Come on. Let's go." You hold your hand out to him and he takes it quickly, following your lead to the car. When you get there, you realize how excited he is and you hesitate.

"Mike, I'm not making any guarantees here. I'm not an expert."

"No, but you're obviously better than me. I'll take any kind of help I can get." You nod and he leans down and kisses you. He wraps himself around your waist and you put your arms on his shoulders. Suddenly, he stops and pulls away. "Wait. Am I bad at this part too?"

"No, surprisingly you're a pretty good kisser. So I know you have it in you. Somewhere."

"Oh, gee, thanks."

"Listen, if we're going to do this, you're going to have to be okay with me being totally honest with you." He straightens up and nods.

"Yes ma'am. I'm here to learn." You laugh a little and get in the car with him to drive to the motel.

******

"Okay, where do we start?" He asks almost as soon as the door to his room is closed. He's obviously eager. You think for a second about how to begin. You've never had to teach someone how to have sex before, so you're not exactly sure what to do. Then, you launch into a monologue about how every woman's body is different and just because you teach him yours doesn't mean he won't have to learn again with a new girl.

"Ah ha. That's where we start. You need to know how to read if you're on the right track."

"That seems like a lot of work, honey."

"You wanna get better or not?"

"Yes. Okay. So how do I know?"

"Well women will respond to certain things when they feel good."

"They usually do moan and say 'yes' and stuff." He offers. You purse your lips. These women are not helping.

"You know that's really easy to fake, right?" His mouth pops open. He had genuinely never considered that a girl might be faking pleasure with him.

"Noooo, I know what an orgasm sounds like." You roll your eyes and then start to moan. You gasp and cry out and moan even louder. You close your eyes and throw your head back, running your hand up your chest.

"Yes, yes, oh Mike, yes!" Then you stop suddenly and raise your eyebrows. When you finish your dramatic presentation he stands there with his mouth hanging open.

"Okay. Point taken." You sit down on the bed and he sits next to you. "So how do I know if it's real or not?"

"Look for body cues. Arching her back, grabbing the sheets, curling or flexing her toes. Also like, gritted teeth, faster heart rate and breathing. Sweating. It's hard to fake sweating."

"And if she does those things I should keep doing what I'm doing."

"Yes. Keep it steady, especially with your mouth. Like change it up a bit but if she doesn't respond then go back to what you were doing before." He nods.

"Okay. This is good. What else?"

"I'm not sure. You know what, just try to start and I'll stop you as we go." You gesture with your hands for him to touch you. He looks at you funny again and stays where he is next to you on the bed. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know. I just got really nervous all of a sudden." He smiles awkwardly.

"We've already done this twice before."

"I know but I just... I know it'll be bad..." He looks down at his lap.

"Hey! Look at me." You put your finger under his chin and tip his face up to look at you. "You're trying to get better. That's good. You could just keep going only worrying about your own pleasure, but you're not. Give yourself some credit."

The way you talk to him fills him with a kind of warmth he's never experienced before. He has the urge to kiss you, but not because he wants to have sex with you. He wants to kiss you because he wants to feel connected to you. Gently, he reaches out and puts his hand on your cheek, leaning in to press his lips against yours.

The kiss is more tender than anything you've experience with him thus far and it makes your stomach flip flop. He parts your lips and dips his tongue into your mouth passionately. The intensity continues to increase as your mouths move against each other and, without thinking, you climb onto his lap and straddle him. He runs his hands up under your shirt and pulls it up over your head. He kisses down your neck and for a second you forget that you're supposed to be giving him lessons. But then he takes your bra off and grabs your breasts aggressively.

"Okay... stop." He pulls back and looks at you breathlessly.

"What?"

"You're grabbing my boobs like they're trying to get away from you. Slow down. Touch me to feel me. Think about the sensation in your fingertips." You take his hands and put them back on your breasts. He looks down at them and squeezes softly. Then, he carefully runs his thumb over your nipple.

"What about my tongue?"

"What about it?"

"Can I focus on that sensation too? Like this?" Leaning forward, he gently licks your nipple until it hardens and you moan softly. He ghosts his lips across to your other breast and gives it the same attention, running his thumb over the other one to keep it hard. Your breath quickens and you run your fingers in the back of his hair. He drags his tongue up your chest to your neck and nibbles on your earlobe.

"There. Was that better?" He whispers in your ear and you nod with your eyes closed.

"Yeah, don't stop." He smiles and moves his hands to your back, kissing the supple skin of your breasts. You grind your hips against him and he groans.

"What happens now?"

"Now you flip me onto my back and use your mouth."

"Yes ma'am." He stands up with you wrapped around him, turns, and then lays you on the bed. He continues the pattern of gentle kisses down your body to the top of your pants. You arch your back and moan again.

"Ha! You arched your back!" He sits up and his eyes sparkle with pride. Something about that really tickles you and you erupt in a cascade of giggles. He frowns. "What? You did! I'm paying attention."

"No, you're doing great. You're just really cute. But don't stop." He smiles again and kisses the place between your bellybutton and the button on your pants.

"Can I?"

"Yes please." He unbuttons your pants and pulls them down and off. Next, he slides your panties down and tosses them to the side. He goes to move his mouth down to your center, but you stop him.

"Okay, now, here, give me your hand." You use your finger to guide his to where your clit is.

"Oh!"

"You feel that? That's where you want to focus your attention. Like this." You show him how to move his finger over and around it and whimper with the pleasure. You move your hand away and he presses down a little too hard.

"No! Gentle pressure." He adjusts to be softer and a small moan escapes your lips. "Yeah, like that. Now, give me your hand again."

He stops what he's doing and you take his middle finger and press it into you.

"I haven't done this since high school."

"Oh lord." You laugh. "You should do it pretty much every time." He moves it in and out by himself and then adds a second finger.

"Like that, honey?"

"Mhmmm." He notices that your breathing picks up again. "Now put your mouth on me where you had your finger a minute ago."

He leans forward and presses his tongue to your clit.

"Oh fuck..." You moan and you feel him smile. He begins to move his tongue the way he had moved his finger over and around you and you grab the sheets and whimper. "Yes, Mike, just like that."

Your hips buck into his mouth and he pumps his fingers in and out as he licks you in a consistent pattern with more fervor. You feel the pressure of your orgasm start to build.

"Mmm mmmm don't stop." You whisper through gritted teeth. He does a tickling motion with his fingers and you groan loudly. He feels your walls flutter and he pulls back.

"Are you close?"

"Yes! Don't stop!" You put your hand in his hair and push his face back to your center. He smirks at your neediness and then goes back to licking you with a new determination. He feels your sensitive bud as it hardens in his mouth and your walls flutter around his fingers again. Finally, the coil of your orgasm snaps and your release spills out of you onto his hand as you shudder and pulse around his fingers. You feel the pleasure rush through you in waves that crest and fall as it crashes out to your fingertips.

"Mike, yes! Fuck!" You squirm under him as he continues to lick you. You run your fingers through the front of his hair and push him off of you. He sits up excitedly.

"Did I do it?! Did you cum?"

"Yeah! Can't you tell?"

"Well, after seeing and feeling that I don't think I've ever successfully done it before now. But I did it!"

"Aw, baby." You sit up and hold his face in your hands. He's unbearably sweet in his excitement. You pull him to you and kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. He rips his jacket off and you tear at the rest of his clothes until he's as naked as you are. You line his perfect cock up with your entrance, but he hesitates.

"I don't want to do it wrong."

"Think of everything you've learned so far. Be gentle. Go slow. Feel the sensations instead of just driving towards an orgasm. And watch my body for cues." He nods and slowly starts to push into you. You moan as he fills you up and you stretch around him. He starts to pump in and out of you.

"Hmm." He makes a strange face again.

"What?"

"This feels so much better."

"Imagine that." You both smile and he kisses you again.

"Does it always have to be this slow?"

"No. You can go faster and really give it to me, but it needs to be because you're feeling the passion, not just because you're trying to rush through it."

"So, if I do this..." He holds one of your hips with his hand and picks up speed, slamming into you with increasing intensity.

"Yes. God, yes that's good." You grab him and kiss him deeply again and the passion builds between you. Both of you begin to sweat and he watches as your breasts bounce with his thrusts.

"Do you wanna get on top, maybe?"

"Yes." You push him backwards and he sits with his back against the headboard. You put one knee on either side of his hips and he grabs yours and lowers you onto his cock. You bounce on him and his hands go to your breasts again.

"God, honey, that's so good." You grind against him, pushing him deeper and deeper while he kisses your shoulder.

"You like that, baby?" You ask, moaning softly. Again, you forget you're supposed to be giving him lessons.

"I do. Is it good for you?" He asks as he runs his hand through your hair.

"Yes." He smiles.

"I'm gonna cum soon, honey."

"Okay. So when you do, try to direct it to one spot on my body."

"Yes ma'am. Where do you want it?" You pull off and lay with your stomach on the bed. He smiles and climbs on top of you, finding your entrance from behind. He starts with long, deep strokes as he kisses your back. After a few seconds, he picks up speed and reaches around you to gently squeeze your breast again as he continues to press his lips to your shoulder.

"I'm gonna cum. Oh, fuck!" He pulls out quickly and pumps his cock as he directs his release onto your lower back. "Yes, y/n, god, yes!"

He rolls over onto his back, his chest glistening with sweat. Without prompting, he jumps out of bed and grabs a towel to clean you up. He's still breathing heavily when he lays back down next to you and you roll over onto your side next to him. You put your hand on his chest and he grabs it and kisses your fingers.

"Was that any better?"

"That was much better."

"Yes!" He does a fist pump. You roll out of bed and start to gather your clothes. "You wanna stay?"

He's not sure where that came from or why he said it. All he knows is that something about you makes him feel relaxed in a way he never has before. He wants more of that feeling.

"Oh, umm, no thanks. I'll see you in the morning?" His smile falls a little bit.

"Yeah, sure." He gets up and puts his pants on to walk you to the door. When you get there, he pulls you to him and kisses you deeply one last time.

"Goodnight, Mike."

"You too, honey." He closes the door and then stands with his back against it. Why do you make him feel this way?

******

Even the guys notice that things between you and Mike have improved. You laugh and flirt and the next few shows you play have a better energy than they have in weeks.

What they don't know is you're giving Mike sex lessons every couple nights and have been for the last two weeks. He proves to be a pretty good student and he tries hard to implement what he's learned. Sometimes his attempts fail miserably, but you both just laugh and keep moving. He revels in the freedom he has with you to try and fail and still wind up in your arms again a few nights later. He's never really had a relationship before, so he's blindsided by the way he feels when you tell him you have a date and can't come to his room that night.

"But, honey, I thought we had a date?"

"Did you...? Do you..? Mike do you think we're dating?" He blushes a deep pink and goes back to packing up your drum kit, which he has started doing recently.

"No, I just..." His disappointment is palpable.

"Do you want me to cancel it?" You're not sure why you said that. You have no reason to actually date Mike McCoy.

"No! No, it's fine. I'm fine. Have fun." He finishes packing up and goes to get a drink. There's a weird feeling of guilt or sadness or something that settles in your stomach.

Mike decides it might be time to test out what you've taught him, so he goes to the bar and starts chatting up several different girls. He's not feeling particularly drawn to any of them, though, and he starts to really wish you were there. Still, by the end of the night, he's narrowed it down to a sweet little thing with blonde curls and big blue eyes.

Back at the room, she kisses him and he tries to remember everything you've taught him. He imagines your voice telling him to be gentle and go slow and really feel the woman he's touching. Eventually he opens his eyes and he sees you instead of the girl he's actually with. Suddenly, it gets easier to remember your lessons. He reads her body for cues and adjusts as necessary, just like you said, but he still can't get the image of you out of his head. She makes all the right noises and he can tell that her orgasm is authentic. But what should've made him glow with pride really just disappointed him that it's not you he's doing this with. He shakes his head to try to refocus and goes back to what he's doing. But when he cums, he has to work very hard not to moan your name.

He rolls onto his back, sweating and she laughs.

"That was incredible." He pops his head up.

"Really? You're not just sayin' that?"

"No. That was amazing." She rolls onto his chest. "I could stay. We could have round two in the morning?"

He's never had a girl volunteer to stay and have sex with him again. Something about what you taught him worked. He knows he should say yes, but he just can't. The only woman he wants in his bed is you. So, he does something he's never done before and says no to sex with a pretty girl, sending her on her way confused and disappointed.

He hopes your date was really bad.

******

The next morning, you do a morning walk of shame and the guys are already in your room waiting for breakfast. Mike looks at you, tries to say something but can't, and then looks away quickly. The other two laugh and make jokes about you showing up in clothes from the night before. You're surprised when Mike doesn't join them.

"Shut up, guys." Honestly, he's tired of thinking about you with another man, but he knows that can't be his excuse. "Y'know, just... leave her alone."

The rest of breakfast goes by in awkward silence.

As you go to leave the motel and travel to your next destination, Mike grabs you and pulls you aside.

"How was your date?"

"Oh it was gr-"

"Never mind. I really don't want to know. My night was terrible."

"Oh? What happened?"

"I brought a girl home."

"Ohhh and you forgot everything I taught you?" He purses his lips.

"No. I remembered everything. It was great. She wanted to stay and do it again."

"I'm confused." You shake your head, puzzled. Mike looks like he might explode if he doesn't open his mouth and say something, but he also stays quiet. He shifts from one foot to the other nervously. "Mike, just-"

"She wasn't you." Your mouth pops open.

"She wasn't me?"

"No. The whole time I just kept thinkin'... I just wanted you." You're not quite sure what to do with this information.

"Mike..."

"I think I want..." He looks up at the sky and sighs deeply. "I think I want to, y'know, be with you."

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Yeah. Or my wife. Someday. I don't know I just know that I want you. For a long time. And I don't want anyone else to have you. Ever." You stand there staring at him in shock. Did he really just say wife?

"I thought you didn't want to get married."

"Yeah, I know, but then I met you. And I need you with me, so I think that means we should get married, right?" You laugh a little. He really might be the cutest man you've ever encountered.

"I think it means we should try being in a relationship first. And maybe that'll lead to marriage."

"Are you saying yes?" You think long and hard about your answer. But you'd be lying if you said you weren't thinking about Mike the whole time you were with your date. There's just something about him. You imagine walking down the aisle to him at the end of it in a tuxedo. There are worse things.

"I'm saying yes... to the girlfriend part! We'll see about the marriage."

"Really, honey?" He's practically giddy with excitement.

"Yes." He picks you up by the waist and spins you around. Then he sets you down and kisses you deeply. When you pull back, you look up at him and smirk. "You need more practice anyway."

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The End

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[not-poignant]

omg that chapter 101 excerpt 😭😭😭😭 honestly didnt see that coming, ef expressing himself so clearly! and you wrote that so tenderly, but i also know his hole must be the size of a small country rn.

also have this visual in my head of gary cooing at ef being cute, then processing his words and his brain stutters for a sec as his brain goes „loading response… loading res-„

and congrats on making it past 100 chapters! always a reason to toast imo. 35 feels too soon but it actually would be another year right? so we have time to come to terms with it ending 😂 my first time actively following a story, i think the thought of underline the red afterwards is soothing my brain but idk what i would do if it all ended one day ☠️ gold and blue wont be much longer right? and then silver and red idk if you have a scope on the horizon for those..

cheers! 🍻

Hi anon!

Efnisien's definitely going to need some time to recover re: what Gary did to him and his hole lmao, though thankfully the anus is pretty damned elastic and even after fisting sessions it generally goes back to normal unless someone's being too rough too often and doing it on a daily basis.

35 feels too soon but it actually would be another year right?

Yeah! It's funny to me honestly how 'small' 35 chapters is when for someone else that's the beginning of a whole new novel, and meanwhile I'm like 'wow only like 35~ chapters left omg so close!' I'm sure this is where most novelists go 'only 4/5 chapters left!'

We live in a different world in serial land lmao.

Underline the Gold and Underline the Blue won't go too much longer, that's true, but since I'm alternating chapter releases it's still a while. But ideally Gold / Blue / Black get taken over by Red and Silver. Red has a lot of scope to be just as long as Underline the Black, because it's got a fairly epic storyline and it will ultimately be a polyamorous OT3 situation, I'm pretty sure. Silver also has the scope to be long! Though we'll see. It's a different kind of story. I hope people like it, because it's not really as conflict intense in the same way as some of the others. :D

[crimsonblackrose]

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BOBBY!!! Talking about forgiveness and the forgiveness of oneself. Something he probably really needed and that took him a long time.

Will god forgive any of us for that. Johnny what did you guys do?

The joke Tommy started continues of saying Bobby's a priest.

I love this opening. Yes Johnny was disruptive and rude, and inappropriate, but it showed that Bobby has friends going through a hard time and that he's graceful with them until they need their ass kicked and that he can and will kick ass when necessary. I dunno, to me that makes him cooler.

Robby's reading Lord of the Flies in juvie.

There's an officer williams in juvie and a rec center. And Robby's in SJDC, thankfully a different spot then his 'friends'. Maybe they're technically adults? That might explain a few things. If they were older than Robby then when they graduated then they didn't have to go to school and so if he wanted to see them or hang out, why bother going to school?

SHAWNNNNNNNNNNN

Angel got empanadas in his care package. Shawn ate them. Slams Angel's head into the table when he doesn't leave the table by the door which is Shawn and his friend's table, knocking all his playing cards on the ground which Angel doesn't retrieve and walks away with a bloody nose without having said a single word.

Robby left his book behind.

Daniel calls Robby and Robby hangs up. I wonder if Robby answered hoping it was his father or mother.

I think the LaRusso's paid for Robby's lawyer whether he wanted it or not. Which, again, LaRusso's being amazing when they can be.

Amanda hated Louie Jr. But now that he's like all they have left, he's a decent salesman. I think Johnny kicking his ass, his plans to show Johnny a lesson turning into arson, and then getting fired for it because he had to tell Johnny where Daniel lived probably was very shocking for him. And working for someone who wasn't family over the summer probably helped him grow a bit.

Amanda had marketing remove all karate mentions.

Tom Cole and Anoush. Tom Cole brought anoush with him and it looks like Anoush does not want to be there at all based off the way he's curled in on himself. Note, how does anyone find the LaRussos since they have multiple dealerships? Even Johnny was like this is the 5th one I've been to.

Tom Cole is just going to be team opposite on everything huh.

Really Anoush, you let him talk to me like that? | It's just how he talks you get used to it. 😂 Anoush looks so tired.

It kinda looks like Miguel hasn't moved, but Sam somehow can visit? That was a whole issue, Johnny couldn't get in.

Miguel's surgery is on Friday and it costs a lot so he's not getting his hopes up. You'd think because his mom works there she'd get a discount or something.

THERE IT IS. It's weird that they used a line from so much later for that opening that was Tory and Sam practicing. Again, I don't know if it counts as bullying if she's literally trying to maim you for kissing her boyfriend. What Johnny and his friends did to Daniel? Totally bullying. Kyler towards Miguel, Eli and Demetri? Totally bullying. Yasmine and the whole school towards Aisha? Bullying. What everyone did to you? Bullying. By definition it's being cruel towards someone weaker or has less power and I don't think Sam is weaker than Tory. At least not until this point. After this point when Sam is truly scared of Tory and Tory starts taunting her and Sam can't fight back, yes.

Sam, you're going to confuse the poor boy with a card full of hearts and your guys's octopus. Technically you haven't broken up with Robby and technically Miguel hasn't broken up with Tory.

They must've moved Miguel out of ICU if Hawk also got in. Hawk's also started calling Sam princess like Tory. Also pretty sure only Hawk calls Miguel El serpiente.

Johnny confused about coffee cake. (It gets used in a liquid as part of the batter and I believe as part of the crumble that goes on top, it's been a bit since I've made one)

😭 Johnny's not allowed to even see Robby. Which means he's tried. It's because of the last time he was arrested because of the parking garage. This Johnny is why you don't do dumb shit to punish yourself. You gotta not be on probation so you can see your kids whether they're in hospital or juvie.

Johnny keeping up Tommy's joke with a "i'm lucky I knew a priest who put in a good word with the judge" Which means he's talked to Bobby a few times since the funeral. I wonder if Bobby's clocked that it's a continuation of Tommy's joke because he says 'not a priest' but is kind of smiling.

Johnny: punish me, but not my kids.

Church's and their roofs man. I feel like it's always the roof.

Bobby coming up with helpful solutions on every end. 🥺😭 He can go with Johnny tomorrow to see Robby and the church can donate to Miguel's surgery (someone must've updated Johnny on both fronts, that Robby had been found and arrested and that Miguel's signed up for surgery and how expensive it is)

Tom Cole and his Dan, Danny-boy and the way Daniel looks at him when he says that.

Louie calls Tom Cole a mamaluke:

A mamaluke is an Italian slang term, for someone who does something dumb, stupid, silly or foolish, or, is dumb, stupid, silly, or foolish.

Anoush says that's the most goombah thing Louie's ever said, which one definition for: is a person of Italian decent.

Anoush moved from Lankershim to a 2 bedroom on Outpost.

Louie lives above or in a 99cent store.

Tom Cole being able to get Dayona to cut ties with LaRusso auto feels like it should've been impossible due to Yuna. She never would've allowed it, knowing that Daniel's name is LaRusso. Like even if she wasn't sure she would've checked. I get this is a plot point to get Daniel back to Okinawa and to see everyone but it doesn't fully make sense given what he learns. Let alone that they'd let some guy they don't work with talk them into cutting ties with someone they've worked with for a long time.

Tom Cole calls Anoush Faroush.

There were car wash signs up on the first day of school, so what do you think the original car wash was supposed to raise money for?

I'd also like to point out that this isn't just a Miyagi-do effort despite how Cobra Kai responds, it's a school effort so Hawk's actions make no sense.

Stu! (You should know the proper way to do this you're Miyagi-do dude)

I guess Hawk doesn't care because it's Moon and he's still upset about the break up. So the cheerleaders pitching in doesn't sway him.

You know something that I just thought of, why didn't Demetri snitch on Eli's behavior to his mom?

Chris lol, you sweet summer child.

They've gotten bikes and cobra helmets.

I don't get why Hawk and teh cobras get so pissed about it. Y'all want Miguel to get better. And just because you spot a few miyagi-do's it's also a cheerleading car wash.

Public intoxication, assault and battery, and willful destruction of property. Just from the parking garage fight. Which I mean, that is pretty much all of it.

Assaulting a minor sounds so much worse then giving actual context Johnny. What you say is, the kid whose currently in a coma was being attacked by a group of kids and you tried to defend him but the police arrested you. Sure you were trying to defend your car, but it was like what 3 or 4 on one?

Like you gotta give context Johnny not just what the arrests were that you were charged with. Because otherwise you never get the jobs.

Also he was applying for a business office's maintenance guy position.

I love that he circled dancer, like yup that's a possibility for me.

Sam's raised $1,000 at the car wash with Miyagi-do and the cheerleaders. And I'm glad Sam said it was an accident. The way she wavers though, she knows Robby. Sure he lied, but so did she.

We love you Miguel is maybe not what Sam should be saying on television. Poor Robby.

Shawn picked up that Sam and Robby are/were dating so fast. Lol, Shawn going straight to hey maybe your girlfriend will date me next just to piss Robby off. Shawn calls him a sorry-ass punk and karate boy and says he'll use Robby's teeth for dice.

It's always multiple people against one. Damn, Shawn slammed Robby into a metal locker. Owie.

The amount of abdomen hits Robby took, my goodness he needs to go to the nurse.

He also probably feels betrayed because he got beaten up so badly, his miyagi-do training didn't save him.

Lyle's second location in Winnetka (7-ish minutes away by car from the other location)

It was such a choice (I don't know what kind of choice but a choice) to show Lyle zipping up his fly and coming in from the back when Johnny shows up. Like Lyle isn't as professional as he comes off as. He's a little messy though not as messy as Johnny.

Hey look what the cat dragged in | oh come on.

He probably didn't go to the other location, not just because it's the same stuff but because he can't go back to his Cobra Kai dojo because Kreese stole it.

Lyle has 3 locations. He makes a lot of money selling junkies their wedding rings back.

Pretty sure Johnny had it plugged in earlier. I'm going to blame it as an excuse for being desperate for money and frazzle and overwhelmed by guilt.

Lyle requires fingerprints?!?!?! and ID no exceptions?

Louie's drinking Macallan 18, a single malt whisky, no ice.

Daniel finally had his lunch with Anoush, months later. But at least Anoush is talking to him again.

We know Daniel is out of sorts because he'd drinking the whisky without ice too. He always goes for ice ice cold.

Louie: Let's fight this jersey style.

Amanda: Going to round up her biker friends and get your asses kicked again?

Is it just the one dealership Cole wants to buy?

Mr. Miyagi is the one who pushed Daniel into sales.

It's interesting that one international car manufacturer can make or break them. With the loss of sales due to bad press, it makes sense.

Honestly surprised Amanda's throwing in the towel. And what also confuses me is if they sell the dealership...is it one dealership or all of them? What do they do next? What does their staff do?

Shawn takes Robby's pillow.

Robby's face when he realizes his dad's going to visit him.

So Sid does have staff beyond just his nurse.

Also I love the stained glass front door.

Sid reads the hollywood reporter.

This family sure collects a lot of trophies. There are more on the built in bookshelves behind Sid.

Sid thinking the karate thing went under. It didn't go under, Johnny did so well someone stole it from him.

Sid calls Johnny Rocko, a prick and a loser like his father and pope john Lawrence the first, healer of children. Which note, Johnny's still using Miguel's advice, to make a fist when he wants to hit someone and...not hit them.

Sid had an incident with a secretary, and Johnny is aware of Me Too but not hastags, he once again calls it a hashbrown.

So Mitch gives the 1000 to Miguel but just says Cobra Kai earned the money? You guys could've worked a car wash too you know. Beating up...ryan???? was unnecesary.

Tom Cole calls the bonsai tiny bushes and he doesn't want them.

Okay so here's a confirmation, Tom Cole just wants the Van Nyus location...which...Tom Cole already has a Van Nyus location, so whyyyy????

Page 9:

This is the first time Daniel plays this trick of sliding something over to someone who wants something only to be like nope, screw you.

Poor Anoush: This isn't a sure thing?????

I don't know why but this looks like a different entrance:

I feel like we gotta start saying names and not Cobra Kai did this, Miyagi-do did this. Hawk and Mitch kicked the shit out of Ryan, not like Tory or Miguel or Aisha.

Johnny selling his step-fathers statue and wanting to keep his name out of the donation only to turn around and see Carmen and Rosa. The nurse had the biggest grin on her face that she was trying to suppress in the background.

They totally know what they were doing by making the surgeon a blonde we only see from the back while teasing an Ali reappearance.

Rosa, I love you, but this request for Johnny to stay and to tell him Miguel needs him nearly in tears when he has an appointment to see Robby.

I wish Johnny had at least had a chance to call.

Poor Robby. But also Bobby why aren't you talking to him? He's pretty much in need of all the care and support and you've got that up your sleeves in spades.

I get that Johnny probably didn't think he'd be allowed to be there for the surgery, but I wish he hadn't tried to book both things at teh same time.

Poor Robby

Sam going rogue seems like such a terrible idea.

I love this little easter egg to the karate kid 1

Sam once again doing things without telling her dad, like the party she threw when we first met her. She hasn't learned yet, that the point wasn't that he got home early, but that she's doing dangerous stuff without getting permission, going to her parents, or talking it through, which has been a repeated issue. Case in point the drunk party and going to Johnny rather than her parents.

Daniel in Tokyo!

[acourtofquestions]

Okay… gonna try not to make my answerslonger than the books themselves😂… Thanks for such good questions @milswrites 🫶

Preface: I have read all of ACOTAR, am currently reading through TOG & on QoS, & 0 of CC (it’s next though). *no spoilers plz* & heads up to fellow newbies: there may be some spoilers for the ACOTAR series & TOG up until QoS/EoS.

RN ACOMAF (long term probably CoM, or QoS).

TOG (despite having not read the entire series, 4 books in & it’s much more my speed overall).

I can’t pick, I love too many! I will always adore Fleetfoot; cause FLEETFOOT! I also think the House deserves an honorable mention in ACOSF. Quick round up: Feyre’s compassion, Nesta’s portrayal of a different kind of character, Elaine’s persevering goodness, Rhysand’s ability to find magic & see art within people, Mor’s resilience, Gwyn’s powerfully portrayed truth & trauma reflected for readers without becoming her entire character. Aelin’s EVERYTHING & dare I say fire (pun unintended/intended?), Lysandra period (esp. w Evangeline), Sam; beloved, Rowan’s moments of both healing & hurting shown in the same moment without taking from either (it’s honest & lovely), Aedion’s unconditional acceptance & reaching love FOR Aelin, Dorian because he’s just such a stand-up guy, Asterin’s wild joy & ferocity of love, Manon’s growth & heart, Abraxos’s all-knowing empathy & never-giving-up strength, Elide’s cleverness, Emrys’s warm kindness.

“‘To the people who look at the stars and wish’ — To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.” — ACOTAR; also this TOG 1 in combo “Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.”

Feysand; if I have to pick one, they are the one I have fully read & love… though right now I’m obsessed with rowaelin & impatiently waiting.

Can I say yes, and? Cause at this point it’s all of them & then some😂 (the Gwynlain art is so beautiful🥹)… I just want them all to be happy (including Lucien & everyone affected by whatever “happy ending” it is) I will probably end up liking whichever Maas picks & decides to write as the “meant to be” way the best, but I can see points for them all.

I think Kaltain deserved more than the world that was forced upon her & it’s one of the tragedies among the series.

Bryce since I haven’t read CC. Big hopes for the next ACOTAR; Azriel, Emerie, Elain, Vassa. I’m always curious what happened to Briar from ACOWAR. And am enjoying learning more about Lysandra as I read, & even more Manorian knowledge, I would love to know Nesryn more, & the lost children of Terrasen as they find their way.

Yes, primarily the ones we aren’t “supposed to like”: as far as that goes, I despise Rourke Farran. I think Clarisse DuVency also doesn’t get enough hate (odd as that sounds). Though both are “liked” characters, they were written to be in-between for a bit which did have me as there was a time: in HoF’s 1st read; I didn’t love Rowan this has since (thankfully & permanently passed) & after my CoM favorite Chaol slowly grew to drive me insane during HoF/QoS however character growth has eased it up a lot through Queen of Light’s Pt.2

Do I have to pick just one?!😅😂 Fine, Rhys. (As mentioned earlier; I want more Azriel).

Court of Dreams; Velaris.

Does Kaltain count — (kinda wish she got a villain or bigger arc)? … I don’t think Manon is a villain, but if she were I like her & the 13 too much… I don’t think Ansel is ever a full-fledged villain but I did find her more fleshed-out as a character (heroic villains, flawed heroes & all that). Arobynn is despised & disgusting (NOT a favorite) but well-written.

Add back the deleted/bonus chapter of HoF into the OG copy (it adds so much depth, sense, & life for the characters/relationships).

What I’m calling the “High Ladies” theory; Elain taking over Spring Court, Nesta the middle (IMO), Mor as “Queen of Queens”, etc. Multiple “mates” including platonic & different people for different times in your life/“what if’s” so Sam & Celaena, Dorian & Lillian, Chaol & Elentiya, Rowan & Aelin (THX Reddit riff). Maasverse Crossover (I know Bryce has one; & there’s some mate/witch ones in TOG I think (trying to avoid spoilers)). My own being Arobynn killed Aelin’s parents; I think QoS is disproving that thus far, though.

Feyre (though I REALLY love them as a whole).

Elain gets more hate/misunderstood/not enough credit than I think is deserved; I hope a book focused on her helps; I find there is power in her kindness, compassion, & attention to detail; think being softer spoken is not necessarily a weakness (esp. when not given a chance to be anything else) & often overly played as “naive” despite her world… I understand the frustration of sending young Feyre into the woods (I’m not defending it) but personally, I always end up stuck in the fact that they were ALL children; the true fault lies far more on the adults aka parents & village.

Aelin (cause I’m currently reading & love her depth/layers), Feyre (I just love & “get” her) Bryce (haven’t met yet so IDK).

Aelin (TOG) Feyre (ACOTAR) & IDK yet 4 CC (possible the Chimera? Via cute fan art while “avoiding spoilers”).

A Court of Crying and Dying? — lol.😂That’s how I felt reading them🤣… but prob not cause I don’t want that for the characters!😅😅

I literally love WAY too many,🫶 I just love the fandom/friendship/fun of enjoying a series with others on Tumblr, SO much love to my mutuals!!!

I don’t have any yet (haven’t had a chance to read, esp. while avoiding spoilees) but am open to recs!😊

No pressure tags & always open 2 ANYONE who wants 2!💕

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SJM ask game

1) What’s your favourite SJM book?

2) Which is your favourite series (tog, acotar or cc)

3) Who is your favourite character? (And why?)

4) Do you have a favourite quote from one of the books?

5) Favourite ship?

6) Elriel or Gwynriel? Or neither?

7) Who’s the most underrated SJM character?

8) Which character do you wish to learn more about?

9) Are there any characters you don’t like?

10) Favourite bat boy?

11) Favourite court?/ Which one would you most like to live in?

12) Favourite SJM villain?

13) If you could change one thing in any of the books what would it be?

14) Favourite SJM theory?

15) Favourite Archeron sister?

16) A character you feel is over-hated/ underrated

17) Aelin, Bryce, or Feyre?

18) What’s your favourite character from each series?

19) If you wrote an acotar book what would you call it?

20) Who is your favourite acotar blogger?

21)What fics would you recommend to people who love the series?

Questions for writers

22) Easiest character to write for?

23) Hardest character to write for?

24) What’s a character you’d like to write for but haven’t yet?

25) What’s a court you’d like to write about more?

26) What’s a character you won’t write for and why?

27) If you could only write for one character ever again, who would you pick?

28) Whats your favourite trope to write about when it comes to Azriel?

29) What do you think is the best/favourite acotar fic you’ve written?

30) Who are your favourite friendships to write about?

31) For first time readers to your blog, which three fics would you recommend they read?

[demo-wise]

The Best Worst Day

Summary: Reader goes to a comic con to meet a few of the Stranger Things kids, and gets super nervous around Finn Wolfhard, the one who’s opinion she cares about the most. (Guys I told you I was shit at these)

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x fem!Reader (but could be read as gender neutral)

Warnings: I used the word ‘lust’? Does that count?

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/N: This was requested by the lovely @urie-bowie-mercury! Love, I really hope you enjoy this and it’s close enough to your request. I apologize for the wait on this one, I kinda feel like I rushed through it, but I really didn’t let me know what you think about it. I may have fucked up, maybe not, just yell at me in the comments if I did. 😂

The building was already overflowing with people by the time you got there, your small Stranger Things poster rolled up and clutched in your hands. You’d just walked in the door and you were already overwhelmed. Fantastic. It was currently around 9:30, and the Stranger Things cast didn’t sign things and meet people until around 10:00, so you had about a half hour to locate the particular location where Finn and the rest of the cast would be - or rather, those of them that would be here, which consisted of Millie and Noah - for the comic con. God, you were so nervous to meet Finn. Fuck the anxiety that was coming from being surrounded by all these people, the bitter feeling in your stomach that was slowly eating away at your ability to stay calm came from the fact that you were set to meet the Finn fucking Wolfhard, and it was way worse than anything else you were feeling right now.

You scanned the signs above your head for the one labeled ‘Stranger Things’ in red print, and made your way over to it, wading through the crowds of loud, cosplaying people, who, by the time you’d gotten through them, had crumpled your poster considerably. You walked through the doorway to enter the line, which, already had about forty people lined up, some of whom probably waited out in the parking lot overnight for it. You regretted not getting here when the place opened. Thankfully, you only had a bit to wait before the meet-and-greets started, and you weren’t that far back in the line. You made your way to the back quickly and leaned against the wall, sighing to yourself.

You cursed yourself for not bringing your headphones, even a half hour was a long time when you were just staring at the same three posters on the opposing wall. You were also feeling utterly exhausted, as you had to travel ‘far and wide’ to get here. In the middle of a half-doze, nearly dropping your poster and purse, the line started moving, and you jolted back into consciousness, thanking the ever-loving Lord that you were finally getting a move-on. Though as time passed and the line inched forward, you started to feel the nerves settle in your stomach, coming to the realization that this wasn’t just some silly dream or fantasy, you were meeting the Finn Wolfhard. This first impression is what he would think of you for the rest of his life, and if you blew it, you blew it. You knew this was probably irrational, and that there was no way in a million years he’d remember you out of everyone he was gonna meet today. You’d have to do something pretty fuckin’ special to stick in his mind when he’s meeting over 10,000 people today, and not really talking to any of them. You didn’t realize that you’d subconsciously crumpled up your Stranger Things poster while you were practically worrying yourself half to death.

You tried your best to smooth it out against the brick wall, panicking a bit as the line moved a bit more than it did before. You really hoped your hands didn’t feel so gross when you shook Finn’s hand. God, you were going to give yourself a headache. You watched as the line inched forward again, leaving less and less people in the gap between you and the entrance to Finn’s table. That’s another thing, you couldn’t even see them yet, so it was like walking into a room of judges and getting surveyed as you approached them. Before you knew it, there were only three people left in front of you, and you’d worked yourself up so much that you weren’t even enjoying this anymore. Surely you were doing something wrong with this whole comic con thing. You’d never been to one before, but you thought it was supposed to be fun, not nerve-wracking and stressful. Yet here you were.

The girl behind you tapped your shoulder, and you then realized that the line had inched forward again, and you were the only one at the entrance. The girl was quite ticked off with you, so you quickly apologized and moved up to the doorway, where you could just barely see a girl and a guy fawning over the three cast members at the table, while they were busy signing things, Finn looking tired as hell. God dammit. Now you felt insanely bad for bothering them even more than anyone should. Once the pair ahead of you got things signed and left, one of the guards there gestured for you to come into the room, and you did so hesitantly. You gave Millie an awkward smile, which she returned with a much more natural-looking, friendly grin, waving you over.

“Hi, what’s your name?” she asked when you got a bit closer to the table. You sent them all a short wave.

“Uh-hi, I’m, um, sorry, my name’s y/n” you stammered, mentally cursing yourself for getting so flustered, feeling so pathetic for not being able to handle yourself. You shook each of their hands, which they were all nice enough to stand up for you, making the height difference a bit less awkward. They all gave you a smile when you greeted each one, save for Finn, who remained having this blank stare on his face, like he didn’t know what to make of you. You cleared your throat and set down you poster, smoothing it out as much as you could against the fold-up table.

“Sorry this is so crumpled, getting through people in this place is, difficult,” you explained, your hands trembling slightly as you smoothed out the poster as much as possible, “Um, would you guys maybe, mind signing this for me?” you asked, as if you didn’t know that was literally what they’d been doing all day. Millie nodded with a reassuring smile, and it was Noah that spoke up this time.

“‘Course, that’s what we’re here for” he told you as Millie reached forward for the poster, taking a hot pink marker and signing - somehow, exactly what you’d expected from her. Once Mille had passed it to Noah for him to sign, she looked back up at you, and from the very end of the table, you felt the burning gaze of Finn in your temple.

“And no need to apologize, y/n! We don’t really mind, except maybe Finn, he’s half asleep,” she joked, but you turned to face him and apologized again anyways. You felt like you were only bugging them more and it made a feeling of guilt sink in the pit of your stomach. But Finn only gave you a half-smile and waved a hand in the air.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said quietly, reaching up a hand to run it over his face. You turned to collect your things, since Millie, Noah, and Finn had signed your poster.

“Sorry to bother you, I-I’ll uh, I’ll go now,” you stuttered out, trying to roll up the poster the best you could in your rushed state with your shaking hands. Millie put up a hand.

“No, you’re fine. Take your time,” she reassured you, and you felt even more embarrassed at that, the fact that the cast members could tell you were nervous. You quickly gathered yourself and waved to them once more, practically running out of the room to catch your breath from the near-panic attack. You couldn’t believe you just did that. You couldn’t think of anything that could make this day worse. Finn probably thought you were a crazy, flustered at the slightest thing fan, and would never want to interact with you again. You thought about the previous night when you’d stayed up late taking various Buzzfeed quizzes, or really any that you could find about Finn. You knew it was ridiculous, but at the time you were so caught up in the excitement of meeting your long-time crush, that you let yourself believe that all the positive results for those quizzes were onto something. But now that your head was cleared and the adrenaline has died down, you came to the realization that you just fucked up a once in a lifetime opportunity and it wouldn’t even matter if you hadn’t, because they saw a million faces that day, and you were just one of the many that were probably incredibly nervous. You were just pissed that you fucked up the experience for yourself.

You exited the comic con the back way, leaning against the rough brick wall and taking a breath, smacking your forehead lightly and letting out the breath you had taken in. You unrolled the poster you still clutched in your hands and admired the signature of the one boy you wanted so desperately to impress.

“Dumbass,” you scolded yourself, tucking the poster under your arm indignantly and going to pick your purse up from where you’d haphazardly dropped it on the sidewalk.

“That’s not very nice,” a voice sounded from behind you, one that you’d recognize almost anywhere. The universe was surely fucking with you, right? You practically whipped around, startled by the sudden interruption of your thoughts. And there, lo and behold, was the man you’d been lusting after for a little over two years now.

“What?” you asked, not exactly understanding what he’d said. He gave you a small smile, surprisingly not as smug as he’d led you to believe earlier.

“That’s not a nice thing to call yourself,” Finn clarified. You shrugged a shoulder, not entirely sure why he was out here, talking to you.

“Why are you out here?” you asked, your brows drawing together, changing the subject, which - now that you think about it - isn’t really a subject matter at all.

“I wanted to see if you were okay, you looked like a nervous wreck in there,” Finn explained.

You huffed out a laugh, “Gee, thanks”

Finn closed his eyes for a minute, seeming to think over his next words, “No, I-um, I didn’t mean it like that. I just, are you okay?” he returned to his initial question. You hesitated a bit, before nodding shortly.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine. Thanks” Finn gave you a nod, running a hand over the back of his neck and looking infinitely more nervous than in the meet-and-greet room. You gestured back to the building next to you.

“Um, shouldn’t you still be in there, meeting people and shit?” you asked, offering a half-smile, which he returned awkwardly.

“Well, I should, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. Um, they’ll survive without me,” he said, and you nodded a bit.

You let the silence between you linger for a moment, giving him the chance to speak up again if he needed to, but he remained quiet, “Is there something else you needed?” you broke the silence, a bit perplexed as to why he hadn’t left yet.

Finn thought for a moment, “Uh, yeah, there is, actually,” he started, his hands moving from his pockets to fiddle with the buttons on his jacket, then back to his pockets. He was fidgety, most likely so because of his anxiety, you supposed. You nodded, silently telling him to go on.

“Well, I-uh, I never do this, but um, well,” he paused, blowing out a short breath, “Fuck-I, I was wondering if maybe, you’d want to, um, go out sometime?” he stammered, making your eyebrows go to your hairline.

“W-What?” you asked, completely taken aback by Finn’s question.

“Do you want to go out with me?” he restated, casting his eyes down afterwards, almost as if he were ashamed. Please. Like he was the one who had to be nervous.

“Please pinch me,” you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper, lightly lifting your arm. Finn gave a little chuckle that made your heart practically jump out of your chest, taking a tentative step towards you and pushing your arm back down to your side. He let his fingertips linger there for just a moment before taking his hand away from you, hoping you hadn’t noticed the hesitation to pull away from you. You did. Finn himself didn’t get it. He had met you not five minutes ago, yet he was completely taken by you. The way you acted as if you owed him, Millie, and Noah something was adorable, and besides, you were stunning. He figured he might as well give it a shot and go after you, after all, the worst that could happen would be that you were completely insane or something, but that was a risk Finn was more than willing to take. It all sounded improbable, but you struck him as someone he wanted to get to know better.

“Are you, uh, are you serious?” you asked, your striking e/c eyes searching his for any inkling of a humor, any sign that in a few seconds he’d break out into a smile and shout, ‘Ha! I got you!’, but you found nothing.

Finn nodded, then backtracked a bit, “But you don’t have to say yes, please, don’t feel obligated to,” he added, as if he felt he had to. Your lips turned up at that. He was much nicer in person than you’d thought he’d be.

“You’re a sweetheart,” you commented with a small smile, and Finn thought he felt his pulse quicken, he was almost tempted to press his fingers to his wrist to check. You squeezed you eyes shut, shaking your head to yourself for a minute.

“I’m sorry, was that weird?” you asked, worried you might’ve overstepped your boundaries.

Finn breathed out a laugh, “No, no not at all”

You let your smile return, “Well then, I’d love to go out with you, Finn,” you stuck out your hand for him to shake. You really weren’t sure why, in the moment it just seemed appropriate. Finn let out a quiet laugh and accepted the handshake.

“O-Okay, yeah, okay” Finn paused for a moment, watching your expression grow fonder, and he felt himself slowly falling, “When do you want to go out?” he asked.

You lifted your free hand to rub over the back of your neck, absently aware that Finn was still holding your hand loosely, “Um, I actually live a bit farther away, ‘cause where I’m from isn’t a huge place to hold these sort of events,” you explained, giving him an apologetic look. Finn let his gaze drift up for a moment, thinking it over.

“Tell you what, y/n,” the corner of your lips turned up at the fact that he remembered your name, “you give me your cellphone number, and I’ll take you out for a proper date as soon as I can manage,” In that moment it didn’t matter how impractical, or even impossible it all sounded, you had a fleeting moment of excitement, and the thrill of possibly going out with a celebrity that you’d harbored a crush on since you’d seen Stranger Things overtook you, so you nodded, fishing a pen and paper out of your purse and jotting down your number, handing Finn the paper once you’d gotten it down.

He grinned at you, about to speak again before the back door was slammed open, revealing one of the PAs with his lips set in a frown.

“Finn, we need you to get back in there, some of the guests are complaining about your disappearance,” he warned, and Finn nodded shortly, before turning back to you and shrugging a shoulder.

“Well, I gotta get back in there,” he said, astonishing you even more by leaning forward to peck your cheek, murmuring in your ear, “I’ll call you”

You swore your knees went weak. Finn gave you one last smile before making his way over to the PA, who was waiting impatiently to escort him back to the table. Once the door closed behind them, you took a moment, not being able to get over the shock for a minute or two. You let out a breathy laugh, turning to lean back against the brick wall. This had turned out to be such a mixed day, but maybe one of the best of you life. You had a feeling you weren’t going to regret giving Finn your number. And hey, you thought to yourself, those Buzzfeed quizzes might’ve just turned out to be onto something after all.

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Story title - Runaway

Summary - Nico probably should have just ran instead of giving the officer a fake address in hopes he’d leave him alone.

Pairing - None but could be Pre-Percy Jackson x Nico Di’angelo mostly though it's Gen with Nico & Mortal!Poseidon (who goes by Perry here 😂)

Warnings - none

Words - 1,222

Notes - OOC Poseidon, he is much softer and nicer here. Also, this is an old draft so it is minimally edited.

Story -

“I can go in myself-“ He tried for the nth time.

The officer shook his head “Sorry bud, but I have to make sure you get in safe.” He then gave Nico a look, “And make sure your parents know where you were.”

Nico gave a weak smile. Right, his parents. He glanced at the door in front of them. He didn’t see a light on and hoped whoever lived here either wasn't home or had chronic memory loss.

His heart pounded rapidly as the man knocked on the door. There was a long pause where Nico tried again to get the man to just leave him.

“They are probably sleeping! I don’t want to wake them-“

“Then you shouldn’t have run off in the middle of the night.”

The door opened and Nico could swear his soul left his body. He was so screwed. Why did he give the officer a random address? Why did he think he could just wave the man off and pretend to go in? And now here he is, waking up some random person who probably doesn’t even have a kid. He was gonna be in so much trouble when they found out he lied.

An older man opened the door. Nico looked him over, dark hair, beard, green eyes, sweats and a Hawaiian shirt. Who wore a Hawaiian shirt to bed?

���Hello officer.” The man greeted, voice deep.

He glanced the two over with an obviously curious look.

The officer greeted him back.

“Hello sir, I’m sorry to bother you so late but I found your son here sleeping in the park. I suggest you keep an eye on him.”

Nico was going to die.

“The park?” The man repeated.

“Yes, he was sleeping on a park bench. Said he must have fallen asleep on the way back from school.”

The man thankfully didn’t look pissed that Nico had woken him up so late for such an obvious “misunderstanding”.

“Ah, I see.”

Nico closed his eyes, pained.

“You meant my nephew.”

Nico’s eyes snapped open to look at the man with shock.

“Nephew?” The officer repeated.

“Yeah, He’s staying with me while his father is away. He travels for work a lot, you see. So he stays with me.”

The officer nodded “I see, well.” The officer nudged Nico forward, “I hope I won’t find you sleeping on the bench again.”

Nico swallowed and nodded “Yes sir.” He agreed quietly, still taken aback by the man’s reaction.

“Don’t worry, Officer. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

“You see that you do, Mr?”

The man smiled “Mr. Jackson. Perry Jackson.”

The officer stepped back “Have a good night Mr.Jackson.”

“You too, Officer.”

Nico watched the officer get into his car and leave. He wasn’t sure he wanted to look back at the man in the doorway.

“So, the bench huh?”

Nico flushed “I’m sorry. I can just go-“

“Where?” The man asked, as he waved a hand at Nico’s backpack, “Unless you really did fall asleep on the way home from school, I bet that bag is full of all your stuff.”

Nico huffed “I’ll be fine.”

“Mmh, can’t sleep in the park anymore. I suppose you could use the tunnel but it’s full of creeps.” The man replied, far more casual than Nico thought he should be.

“I can find somewhere!” Nico insisted.

“Or you can just stay the night here.” The man offered with a shrug.

Nico paused, then looked at the man warily, “What?”

The man rolled his eyes “I’m not gonna do anything to you. I have a son about your age. I couldn’t let you just sleep on the ground when I have a perfectly fine guest bedroom.”

Nico couldn’t believe his luck.

“You have to want something.” Nico said, “Nobody just offers a room to some random kid who woke them up in the middle of the night with a police officer next to them.”

The man, Perry?, shrugged “You’re right. Hey, I could just call the police back up and tell them you are a runaway-“

“No! Please don’t send me back!” Nico pleaded. He couldn’t go back.

Perry paused then softened “Ok kid, I won’t. But I’m not gonna just let you die of frost. It’s nearly winter, the weather is dropping and I bet you don’t have any warm clothes to wear.”

Nico didn’t want to admit the man was right. He had his jacket and a few jeans but that was pretty much it.

“You hungry?” He asked.

Nico blinked at him, still cautious.

“You can leave right after if you want.” The man walked back into his house, leaving his door open.

Nico hesitated for a long moment, glancing out to the sidewalk before sighing. If he died, he died. It’d probably be much better than the hell he ran away from.

He stepped inside.

The first thing he noticed as he closed the door was the living room. A flat screen tv hanging from the wall, a small book shelf under it filled with movies. There was a dark blue couch with a lighter blue coffee table in front of it, decorated with shells. In fact the whole room reminded Nico of the beach. The light blue and sand colored walls, the random seashells and fish decorations. A painted wooden boat was sitting on another shelf.

He walked further down the wall next to him, a collage of family photos greeted him. He looked them over, a group of people, a man and a woman, a baby, a teen, then a different man and the same woman with another baby.

“That’s my son.” Perry said from the kitchen doorway, “And that.” He added as he was walking over to point at the man and woman holding a baby, “Is my ex-wife Sally and her husband Paul. They just had a newborn.” He had a surprisingly soft expression on his face considering he was talking about his ex-wife and her new husband.

“Why do you have a picture of your ex?” Nico couldn’t help but ask.

Perry laughed loudly “She may be my ex but she is still my friend. It was a mutual break up I assure you.” He hummed, “And she is doing a lot better with Paul than she was with me.”

Nico’s eyes drifted back to the picture of the teen. He was pretty handsome. Dark windswept hair, a cheeky smirk on his face and beautiful sea green eyes.

“My son, Percy.”

“Does he live with you?”

“No, but he does stay over sometimes.”

Nico nodded.

“You want a sandwich? I have pb&j, ham and cheese or grilled cheese.” Perry noticed his hesitation and smiled gently at him, “I also have an unopened box of Mac and cheese if you want to make that.”

Nico’s eyes lit up before he looked away “I’m not hungry.”

Perry shrugged “Alright. I’ll eat the box myself then.”

Nico pressed his lips together.

“Along with the chicken nuggets I have left over from when Percy was last here.”

He ate chicken nuggets? Nico thought with amusement before his stomach growled and his cheeks heated up.

“Fine.” Nico huffed. Might as well go all the way he supposed.

He could hear Bianca berating him in the back of his mind. He pushed the thoughts away. She wasn’t here.