#gabby tips

[gothic-gabby]

I would like to say self harm isn’t cool and it has its consequences so please do not do it.

[christopher067]

hiii so new stuff is queued up for next week buuut i want to know which style of cc you prefer.

i kind of go back and forth on MM and alpha style cc, but i can't fully make up my mind as to which i like better.. so this is a little example of what i mean.

this would mainly affect chain textures n such, also i like both equally so i would be totally into making both styles occasionally - like publish both mm and alpha styles of the same piece and you can choose one style or download both! :)

[muffy-official]

I feel like I can't seem to make anything proper again, just another little crisis so have those random doodles and whenever I'm there mentally again I keep worrying way too much and trying to not think I'm annoying with my character stuff sorry for the semi vent, but somehow this week's been weird private matter wise😭

Gabs might also have to make it clear she's no nurse, that she's only capable of basic things+ stitching, but she'd aid grunts and other expop who got friendly fire'd immediately if needed. With primes she's a bit hesitant but gets the job done. One time she wouldn't care about anything is if pulling sleeves or pant legs up too high cuts blood circulation after a while as she refuses to cut the fabric to have it go up better. You gotta endure it once it's done

Also screw yall/j *genderbends the prime asset as a excuse to draw these suit sets*

[qqueenofhades]

I am FULLY ONBOARD the Harris/Waltz train, tho before this i was leaning towards Mark Kelly (AZ is a swing state! He's an ASTRONAUT!) If you want or have time, no pressure, but any thoughts on what makes Waltz a better pick?

I like Mark Kelly too, and since he's married to Gabby Giffords (having run for public office after she got shot and could no longer do so) he would have been an amazing pick in terms of supporting the first female POTUS. But he is a less charismatic public speaker than Walz (for whatever that's worth, but politics is a mess of Aesthetics and Vibes that matter as much and/or more than actual facts) and more moderate/conservative. He's been a great senator and picking him would defuse some of the BORDER IMMIGRATION BLAH BLAH!!! scaremongering that Republicans love to run on, but it would also leave open the possibility of losing a special election and other dangers with the Democratic senate that we really need to minimize. So Walz is a better choice for that alone, but also:

He really has serious progressive credentials as governor, even if he was a fairly mainstream Democrat (who flipped a rural red House district in Minnesota that Democrats have not been able to win again after he left) during his 12 years in the House. This is an INCOMPLETE LIST of what he was able to do in two years with a one-seat Democratic majority in Minnesota:

A Climate Action Plan that included:

Investing in energy infrastructure

100% carbon-free electricity by 2040 goal

Transition off of fossil fuels and onto clean energy resources

Building more electric vehicle charging stations

Providing funding to help workers acquire new skills through apprenticeship programs in clean energy fields

Direct state funding for transit

Money for rail

Tax credit for e-bikes

Permitting form to fast-track clean energy projects

And that was in addition to:

Codified abortion access in Minnesota

Guaranteed paid sick time and paid family and medical leave

Funded replacing ALL LEAD PIPES IN THE STATE

Free school breakfasts and lunches for all

Made public college free

Stronger labor protections

Drivers’ Licenses for All

Voting Rights Act to reverse recent court rulings that make voting harder, including restored voting rights to convicted felons

Banning medical debt from credit bureaus

The "Taylor Swift Bill" requiring all ticket "junk fees" be shown up front

Banning most "junk fees"

No book bans

Protection for tipped workers

Banned non-competes

Legalized recreational cannabis

Gun control, including increased penalties for straw purchases of firearms, expanded background checks and enacted red-flag laws, passing gun safety measures that the GOP has thwarted for years

Made MN a Trans Refuge State, and required health plans to cover “medically necessary gender-affirming care.”

Pay increase for Uber and Lyft drivers

Elimination of the so-called “gay panic defense”

A ban on “doxxing” election workers

A prohibition on “swatting” elected officials

In March, during the height of the Gaza/uncommitted primary protests against Biden, Walz said that young people should be listened to and they had a right to be speaking up and the situation in Gaza was horrible and intolerable, without directly slamming Biden or getting involved in the issue in a way to draw negative headlines. Regardless of what you think about any of it, that is a very deft way to handle it and pairs well with Kamala's better responsiveness on the Gaza issue overall. That was a big part of the reason why Gen Z/younger voters were very excited about Walz despite him being an "old" (actually the same age as Kamala but he has joked that teaching high school for 20 years will do that to a guy) white guy. If half the battle in politics is making the right pick to excite your core voters and reach out to new ones, then Harris nailed it. As I have said in earlier posts, there was just too much energy with young voters FINALLY checking in when Harris became the candidate, to risk introducing a big ideological split with Shapiro.

Aside from that: the most insufferable Smart White-Bro Political Pundits (TM) are big mad about Walz, many Never Trumper Republicans thought they were entitled to a "moderate" in exchange for oh-so-generously lending us their vote against Trump and not run the risk that we might end up with someone *gasp* progressive, and the regular MAGA Republicans are hysterical, which means they're terrified. It's also incredibly hard to paint Literal Midwestern Stereotype Dad (football coach, social studies high school teacher, military veteran, etc) as THE EVIL END OF AMERICA in the way they desperately want to do, though the fact that they're trying shows that they've got literally nothing. The fact that Kamala picked Walz against the PREVAILING WISDOM!!! that she had to take Shapiro (for whatever reason that might have been) is also a good sign, because by far the most genuine and extensive enthusiasm that I have seen from Democratic voters, especially those feeling burned out or disillusioned or angry with specific policy choices of the current administration, was for Walz. Having everyone excited for the pick beforehand, effectively using the "weird" line, and rallying behind the guy, only for her to actually go for him, is inspiring. It makes people feel like they're being heard and the Democrats have decided to win by being progressive, and not just endlessly Catering To The (Imaginary) Middle as they have always been told to do (and often done). That alone is MASSIVE.

Walz is tremendously funny, personable, has Democrats from AOC to Joe Manchin praising it (again, shocking), was right out the gate supporting Kamala, has already been majorly successful on TV, was by far the most progressive-on-policy picks of the VP finalists, is incredibly, hilariously wholesome and small-town Midwestern (he's the JD Vance that they wish JD Vance was), and is already sending ActBlue gangbusters with donations again. And when you're getting this kind of response on the Cursed Bird Hellsite, just:

Just. I don't know what's happening either. But let's enjoy it, and then work hard, because we gotta fucking do this and for possibly the first time this entire year, I really think we might. Heck yeah.

[bloatedandalone04]

Every Breath You Take

➪the one where it’s the one year anniversary of the rightmart massacre and your boyfriend is hellbent on keeping you safe.

Warnings: spoilers for thanksgiving 2023, angst, fluff, mentions of death, death, mentions of kidnapping, descriptions of death, mentions of blood, swearing, think that is it..?

Word Count: 2k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

“Come on, Ry, please?” You begged as you tugged on your boyfriend’s arm. You were standing outside your high school’s doors as you pleaded with him in hopes he’d actually agree to be part of the parade with you. “Things have been really scary lately and I really want you to be up there with me. It’d make me feel a lot better.”

Ryan sighed as he looked down at you. His eyes searched yours before dipping down to your lips that were curved in a pout. He shook his head as a smile ghosted on his mouth. “It’d really make you feel better? To have me up there with you?” His tone held a hint of teasing to it, but he wasn’t at all making fun of you. Truth be told, he was pretty fucking scared, too, despite him not being part of the RightMart massacre. He didn’t really want to be away from you right now, either, but only because he was terrified to think about what may happen to you if he were to leave you alone for more than a few hours, since you had been in the store at the time of the stampede. 

You nod and move closer to him as various students rush around the two of you. “It really would,”

Ryan slipped his hands into your jacket pockets and pulled your body right up against his. “Then I guess I’ll be joining you and your friends on that dumb RightMart float in the parade,” he caved and was helpless to stop the smile from forming on his lips when you grinned up at him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He kissed you quickly, his hands sliding up your back as his lips meshed with yours. “And I don’t want you feeling scared, okay? Nothing will happen to you as long as I’m here, I promise.”

You smile up at him and gently massage the back of his neck with the tips of your fingers. “You don’t need to protect me, Ryan,” you murmur. “I’m partly responsible for what happened last year, I mean, I was there, I was in the store, I-”

“Y/n,” he cut you off sternly, pulling away so he could look you in the eye. “You had nothing to do with any of it, okay? You weren’t even supposed to be there, you-....This John Carver guy has no reason to go after you, alright? And he won’t. I promise you that.”

“Ryan-”

“I promise, baby,” he reiterated, refusing to break eye contact until you gave him a hesitant nod. “Okay?”

You nod again and move to rest your head against his chest. “Okay,” you agreed. “But I need you to promise me that you won’t do anything reckless in order to protect me or something. The second things go wrong or bad or whatever, we leave, okay? We get the fuck out of there, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt for me, especially since you weren’t even there when things went down at RightMart.”

Ryan kissed the top of your head and ran his hand up and down your back, comforting you wordlessly. “I promise,”

-

You hold onto the edge of the box you were sitting on as the RightMart float slowly makes its way down the street. Ryan was sitting in front of you but lower down, his legs draped off the side of it. Scuba was in the same position across the float with Jess sitting behind him, also on a box.

Without meaning to, your eyes flicker all over the street, as if the killer would be dumb enough to show up to the parade wearing the John Carver costume and wreak havoc. 

You lift your hand and wave at the people of Plymouth, forcing out a fake smile as you acted like everything was okay. Having Ryan so close helped a bit, like you knew it would, but now you felt like you were putting him in danger since you had to stupidly agreed to follow in after Evan and Gabby when they decided they just had to get him a new phone last year and get into RightMart before everyone else. 

Sure, you stayed by the back door for most of the time, and the second you saw Mitch’s wife, Amanda, get some of her hair scalped off you were screaming bloody murder as you and Jess held onto each other. 

It was then when you wished you had said yes when Ryan had offered to take you to the Thanksgiving party earlier, before you ever walked into that store. You weren’t even together at the time but you were both crushing hard on each other, why didn’t you say yes? You could have prevented yourself from being on the killer’s radar if you had just pushed aside your thoughts and left with him when you had the chance. 

Now your life was in danger, and Ryan’s was, too, by default and association. 

You drop your hand onto his shoulder as you make eye contact with a man in a John Carver mask, completed with the full pilgrim outfit. Fear fills your body and you squeeze Ryan a bit more, making him look up at you. He and Scuba had ditched the hats so they wouldn’t be obstructing your view, so you were able to clearly meet his eyes. “What? What’s wrong, baby?” His deep voice asked you, dropping his own fake smile and nearly getting out of character completely as he turned towards you.

You look away and at the spot where the John Carver rip-off was standing a few seconds ago, finding him gone. With your heart loud in your ears, you look back down at him with a so clearly forced smile. “Nothing, Ry,” you tried to assure him but you knew he would be able to see right through you. “I just thought I saw him.”

Ryan leaned closer to you and took your hand in his. “I don’t think he’d be dumb enough to show up here,” he was much better at comforting you. “You heard the sheriff’s plan. This will work.” 

You nod down at him just as Mitch moves to protest against RightMart. The float comes to a haunt, making your grip on Ryan tighten a bit as you both turn to look at Mitch. 

After the deputy pushed him off the road, the float began to move again and you lifted your hand in an embarrassed wave, as did Ryan and the others. 

You keep your other one locked in his as you whisper, “I don’t like this,”

Ryan glanced up at you. “We’re fine, babe, really. He won’t do anything with this many people around-” he was cut off when a person dressed in a clown costume cut the head of the person in the turkey mascot clean off. 

You let out a surprised scream as the float came to a skidding stop, sending the prop boat you were on sliding forward until it went through the back window of the truck. The sudden stop had Ryan’s hand slipping from yours as he fell off the side of it, as did Scuba. 

The sounds of screaming filled your ears as you leaned over the side to check if Ryan was okay. Your head was spinning a bit as you watched him stand back up and grip his forehead with one hand, his other reaching out for you. 

You take it and allow him to help you off the side of the float, and it was then when you saw how the front of it went straight through the driver’s face, surely killing him instantly. “Oh, my God,” you gasp out as Ryan pulls you into his side and tries to shield your eyes. You look up at him and notice the large cut he had on his forehead. “You’re bleeding.”

But he wasn’t concerned about it at all. “Come on,” he said as he pulled you away from the chaos. “We need to get out of here.”

You follow him along the street as various clouds of smoke invade your sight. “I can’t see,” you say over the sounds of screams. “Ryan, where are we going? What the fuck is happening?” 

“Just hold onto my hand,” he called back as he pulled you through the crowd. “Don’t let go, okay? Whatever you do, don’t let go of me.”

You nod and grip his bicep as he pulls you into the alleyway between two stores. Blue and green smoke still surrounds you as Ryan ditches the pilgrim shirt and you take it from him immediately with your free hand. “Stay still,” you murmur as you wipe away the blood from his face with the shirt, successfully staining it. “He just killed someone, Ryan. He killed that guy right fucking in front of us.”

Ryan gently pushed your hand away and dropped the shirt to the ground, his hands tightly gripping your forearms. “We need to get out of here,” he said sternly, looking over to see if the smoke cleared enough to be able to make out where he was going. “Now.”  

“Wait,” you call out as he begins to guide you away from the chaos. “What about Jess? And Scuba? We need to find them.”

Ryan shook his head as he turned to face you. “In this mess? Baby, we can’t see a fucking thing right now. Let’s just get out first then-” he cut himself off when the sound of a siren was heard, which was followed by a cop car speeding past the two of you. “Serve and protect my ass.” He muttered at the fleeing car before he resumed his task of getting you away from this street. 

“We can’t leave them,” you tried to say but he wasn’t having it. 

You are his top priority at the moment and you have been since the second things became official between the two of you a mere year ago. Actually, maybe even before that. “We can’t worry about them right now,” he mumbled as you and he finally made it to an area that had very little smoke in it. “We have to get the fuck away from all of this first.” 

“But, Ryan-”

“But nothing,” he cut you off as he came to a stop, finally giving your arm a break. “We can’t go back for them, okay? Not when he might still be back there somewhere. The police aren’t doing fuckall to keep you guys safe, clearly. I’ll do it myself by getting you away from here.”

He tried to get you to go with him, but the guilt was slowly taking over your body. “They’re our friends, Ry, we can’t just leave without knowing they’re okay,”

“I’m not losing you,” he nearly yelled as he turned back around to face you. You almost bump into him at the abrupt stop but his hands on your biceps steady you instantly. “Someone was just fucking decapitated in broad daylight, Y/n, why the fuck would we go back there? This isn’t a game, he wants everyone involved in that night dead, and that includes you. I’m not losing you, okay? I won’t. Especially not to some prick in a fucking John Carver costume.”

Your eyes burned with unshed tears as you looked up at your boyfriend, who was clearly running on pure adrenaline right now. While you desperately wanted to go back and find Jess and Scuba, you knew it was a bad idea when it could be you who gets killed next. 

Ryan was just trying to protect you, like he said he would back when things began going down hill. And he was right. Gabby and Evan were already missing, you could be taken, too, at any given second. You needed to get away, save yourselves, first. Then maybe you could help once everything settled down again. 

You reach up and grip his white tee as the first of many tears fell from your wide eyes. “Okay,” you weakly agree, taking his hand in yours. “Okay, we need to go.” 

Ryan gave you a conflicted smile as he pressed a hard kiss to your forehead and tightened his hold on your hand before leading you even further away from the destroyed parade.

[ilypaigebuckets]

i was wondering if you could do a fic with kate martin being too shy to ask out reader? maybe she’s like nervous or smthg?

hope you enjoy this 😇 if you want a part 2 lmk bc i feel like i ended it on a note where i could potentially make another part or just eventually edit this and add more!

Eyes on You - Kate Martin x Reader

Kate always saw you on Saturday mornings when you went into a coffee shop just outside your university to get coffee. She went there once for an early pick me up before a practice, but ever since she saw you it had become a staple part of her Saturday morning ritual.

Kate saw you today. She watched as you walked up to the barista and ordered your iced caramel latte with oat milk. She watched as you paid and put a $5 bill into the tip jar, and smiled to herself at how generous you seemed to be. She watched as you ran your fingers through your hair as you walked over to the side of the shop she was at as you waited for your drink to be made. She stared as you intently, and is mesmerized until you glance her way. That was the only thing that could bring her back to reality.

Kate had always been a go-getter. She was ambitious and once she had her eyes set on something there was no stopping her. That was until she met you. You were the one thing that she seemed too scared to chase. She wondered what it was about you that made her so scared to go for it. Could it be your dreamy eyes? Your beautiful, glowy face? Your fashionable style? Kate couldn’t seem to figure out what it was that stopped her from talking to you. So she sat there; she sat there in the corner of the coffee shop she waited for you in as you got your drink from the counter and left. She wanted to say something, anything, to you but she just couldn’t bring herself to. All she could do was keep her eyes locked on you.

Her face turned red at she brought herself back into reality, she wondered how long she’d been spaced out thinking of you. Her coffee shop crush. Kate looked at the time on her phone and sighed, it was time for practice already. She took a last sip of her matcha and tossed it as she walked out the exit.

“Kate, have you thought about, I don’t know, just talking to her?” Caitlin asked Kate facetiously. Kate was venting to her teammates about how she couldn’t bring herself to utter one word to you.

Gabbie nodded her head agreeing with Caitlin, “Yeah Kate, you don’t seem like the type to ever be at a loss for words.” The girls all laughed and Kate rolled her eyes. “Guys. I’m so serious. She is like the epitome of sunshine. She just looks like someone off of pinterest. Do you even think I could pull her?” Caitlin walked closer to Kate and patted her on the back in an attempt to brighten her spirits.

“Have some faith in yourself, Kate! Why don’t Gabbie, Jada, and I come with you next time you go? We can be your wing women or something?” Everyone laughed at Caitlin’s choice of words, but nodded and agreed this was a good starting plan for Kate. Kate folded her arms and shrugged. “I guess it couldn’t hurt. I don’t really have anything to lose.”

So the next Saturday came, and Kate, Gabbie, Jada, and Caitlin all walked into the little coffee shop right outside Iowa University. “This place is cute! We should come here more often!” Jada said to Gabbie as the bell on top of the door clinked as the four walked into the shop. Then, Kate spotted you. “Guys,” she whispered to her friends, “ok don’t look now but see that pretty girl over there? In the blue sweater? That’s her!” Kate grabbed her teammates in what looked like a mini game-day huddle so they could figure out their course of action. Kate was in a panic. Her questions ranged from asking the other three “she looks gay, right?” “have you guys seen her around before?” “what year is she in?” and a billion others. Gabbie put a hand over Kate’s mouth and Jada shushed her. “Kate,” Caitlin started to say to her, “we know you’re excited, but you’re just working yourself up. Take some deep breaths, walk over there, and ask her out. You got this.”

Kate sighed and nodded. Caitlin was right. She had done so many harder things than this, so why was this so hard for her to do? Kate started to walk over to you, but stopped herself until Jada gave her a little nudge and she kept going. Finally, she approached the place at the small island table where you sat. You took your headphones off your head and placed them around your neck and looked up from your textbook at her. “Hi! I think I’ve seen you in here before, once or twice?” You said to her with the same bright and cheery smile you always wore.

‘Yeah maybe a little more than that, yikes.’ Kate thought to herself. She cleared her throat and nodded at you. “Yeah, definitely! I’m, uh, I’m Kate! I go to Iowa just like a block from here. I assume you do too, right?” You nodded your head in response to her question. “You do? Ok, great. Cool. Well uh I was wondering if maybe I could, like, I don’t know just get your number? You’re just. God. You’re like so pretty and you seem so sweet and I don’t even know if you like, yeah, but can I just? Please?”

You looked at her like she was a lost puppy. “Okay you’re literally so cute. I’m Y/n, btw! Yes of course You can have my number here it’s xxx-xxx-xxxx.” You quickly scribbled your number on a sticky note and handed it to Kate. She looked at it in awe and smiled, “Thank you so much! Okay, I won’t keep you any longer! Well, for now that is. I’ll text you okay?”

“Nice meeting you, bye Kate! Text me!” You called after her as you watched her walk back to her friends. You saw the excited expression on her face as they all exchanged high fives and pumped their fists in the air in victory. Then, they all rushed out of the door, presumably to figure out what to text you. You smiled to yourself as you put your headphones back over your ears, but your eyes didn’t move from the door. They stayed watching it, hoping Kate would walk back through it again and the two of you could talk some more.

[reilicaria]

so lovely, it feels so right

First time actually publishing something I write. NSFW, fem na’vi reader, needy and dumb reader, some daddy kink, some degradation and Jake being a soft dom. English is not my first language, so I’m happy to take notes. Enjoy and if you liked it, you can send me some requests!<3 

“Oh baby, you're getting so... loose. ‘Can barely feel you around my cock” he says, voice dripping with amusement, masked as disappointment.

Of course, he's just making fun of you, but you can't help but to cry a little for the embarrassment of what he just said. A new shed of tears gathered in your waterline, ready to burst. He has manoeuvred you into a spoon fucking position after having fucked an orgasm out of you in all fours. His arm is keeping your leg folded over his hip, your pussy stretched in the open air.

“S-Sorry, I'm sorry- I'm so sorry” you cry out, fat tears streaming down your cheeks, the burn of his words settling in your lower stomach and chest. “I- It's just- I can't help it. Feels so g-good...”

You couldn't help but to relax into his pleasure, to cream all over his cock, ring of white arousal gathering at the base of his girth. After all, it was your body's natural reaction to open up to him.

He kisses your temple before chuckling. Nevertheless, he doesn't stop his thrusts, punching the air out of your lungs with each tight snap of hips against your ass.

“I know baby, I know” he caresses your cheek sweetly before taking a hold of your jaw, your head tilting to the side, forcing you to look into his pupil-dilated eyes. “Fucked your cunt loose over the years. Am I right? Keeping this cunt filled-”

“I-I'm sorry. My mouth- It's better. I'll suck you off, please-” voice trembling, your following sighs are wet and shaky. Jake can see the desperation in your glossy eyes.

He moans, deep and long, the tip of his cock bumping inside the swell inside your gummy walls. It makes your cunt flutter, you see how his eyes roll to the back of his head, yours subtly mimicking his but keeping them shut afterwards.

“Yeah? You ‘gonna let me fuck your mouth? ‘Gonna let daddy cum in your mouth? Leave your greedy cunt empty?” His hand releases your face, the feeling of his fingers against your jaw still pulsing in your hot skin.

“Y-Yes, daddy! Whatever you want, I'll do anything for you.” You babble, mind foggy and already dumb on pleasure, the feeling of your belly getting tighter.

He can't help but to feel his chest tighten. You're so sweet, he knows you'd do it. You'd do anything to keep him satisfied, even if it meant not getting what you so desperately need.

“Lucky for you, I know just how to- ah yes, baby, keep those pretty eyes on me.” he gets distracted from what he was about to do when you look up to him again. Brows furrowed, all flushed in places he’s been touching. He chews his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss your cheek. When he pulls back, Jake can see how your eyes are filled with new tears, ready to be spilled. “Oh, sweet thing, don’t cry. Daddy’s ‘gonna make you all tight again. How does that sound?”

You can only nod, your head heavy over your shoulders, eager to do whatever he wants to make him feel as good as you’re feeling right now. It makes him chuckle behind you before he’s pulling out slowly. The cold wind of the forest hitting his drenched cock, making him whimper softly. You’re so empty all of a sudden, it makes you want to climb him to keep him inside of you forever. 

“’Wanna kiss” you say before you can process it.

“Alright sweetheart, I’ll give you a kiss in a second.” his hands grab your hips to manhandle you, back flushed against the soft grass, him above you. He’s leaning to meet your gabby hands, intertwining them over his thick neck.

When your lips meet, he moans against them sweetly, your tongue is quick and eager to search his, whimpering coming from the depths of your throat when he finally lets his to come out and play with yours. 

“Inside, c’mon daddy, inside. ‘Want you inside again.” 

“I was already on it, baby. You’re such a greedy little bitch, am I right?” you can help but nod shamelessly, the tip of his swollen cock now pressing at your clit it's all you can think about. You grow desperate at his soft attention; at the soft circles his head is drawing in your sweet nerves. 

“Please, oh p-please!” your hips are rising with each of his slow movements, trying to follow the way he keeps his pace unhurried, teasing. It’s making you crazy. Your chest is moving up and down, unnaturally so, and you feel like you could sob any minute now with how needy and stupid you’re feeling. 

“What? What do you want now? ‘You want me inside or just want to cum like this?” his voice hardens, his movements against your clit grow faster, and once again your jaw is getting gripped with controlled force. “Answer.”

“I don’t know! I-I-I want you!” you can feel the way your tail is swinging back and forth under you, deciding as if it had a life of its own, to wrap around his toned tight. Your head is screaming; you only want more. 

More, more of him, closer, deeper, harder. Then, your hand behind his neck is wrapping his kuru, pulling it softly. He lets out a short laugh, the assault on your clit stops, making you whine and visibly relax. 

“You’re that fucked out, right? It’s alright baby, you’re the prettiest when you’re dumb.”

He obliges you, taking a hold of your kuru to pull it over your shoulder as you do the same. Soft strands of bare nerves glow dimly between the two of you, and when you connect them, everything stops. Your breath is caught in your throat, a new wave of heat and sensibility is taking over your body, now you can barely feel your toes; you feel lightheaded. 

He isn’t much better. The need you feel for him is overpowering, his desire for teasing you no longer a priority. He just wants to make you cum, keep you satisfied until you’re no longer able to remember your own name.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” is the only think he can mutter, head empty and ready to fuck you senseless. The head of his cock is quickly prodding your entrance and making a swift way inside your awaiting cunt effortlessly, making you arch against his chest in a silent moan. “Fuck, baby so good. So soft and w-warm. Fuck- Im’gonna make you cum so hard.”

Jake can no longer afford to be eloquent, deciding instead to focus on your neglected clit, his own release so near is making him whimper loudly with each trust into your cunt. Hand pressing on your lower stomach, thumb reaching to rub your sensitive nerves in the way he knows will have you tightening and cumming in no longer than five minutes. 

“Jake! Ah, d-daddy. Feels so good- you’re, you’re... ah!” you trail off, unable to keep up with your words because of how hard he’s now fucking you, deep and so fucking dirty.

You can barely keep your eyes open, they feel heavy, and you can’t see much anyways, blurry behind your lids. 

“I’m ‘gonna make you cum? I know baby, I know you. I know this sweet cunt can’t cum without having your pretty clit touched. So greedy, it’s never enough.” he regains composure, each of his words making you feel closer to your orgasm. His thumb draws unrelentless shapes over and over again over your clit. 

“I’m- am I making you feel good too, d-daddy?” you ask, as sweetly as possible. 

You can’t help but to search for reassurance, especially after remembering how his earlier words made you feel. You know you are, your brain is literally connected with his. Still, you need verbal confirmation, his words never failing to make you feel warm and comforted.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me” he’s babbling and moaning, almost pussy drunk. He doesn’t miss the way your cunt is fluttering at his sounds, so he never actually tries to keep them down. “So good, sweetheart, you’re making me cum.”

You inevitably whimper at what he says, feeling the wet pulse in between your legs almost unbearable. Your back is sliding against the grass as he fucks you faster. Desperate, deep sounds coming from his open mouth.

“Ki-” you begin to say.

He’s already all over you, leaning forward, his forearm pressing right next to your head, noses bumping together and lips clasping wetly. Jake consumes almost all of your whiny and high-pitched noises, but his throat keeps groaning in low tones, unable to control himself no longer. When you open your eyes again, you can see how his temple expresses a deep frown. The idea is mild and subtle at the back of your brain, but you know he’s about to cum. 

“C’mon baby, I can feel you want to cum so bad... let go for me. Give it to me, now.”

His thumb over your clit is doubling its efforts, tight circles with just the right amount of pressure has you arching your back and raising your hips into the air, before closing your eyes and gushing all over his cock. You see pure white bliss while you’re moaning so breathy and so high pitched, your legs are trembling so hard, but he doesn’t stop. He’s making your clit go almost numb from oversensitivity.

When your orgasm feels endless and unnaturally long, you know it’s because Jake has cummed alongside you, the bond between your bodies masking it as one. 

“That’s right, sweet baby. So full of my cum, so mine...” his eyes are glued to your pulsing cunt, but he doesn’t seem to acknowledge the way you look at him, so focused on the way his softening dick is still pumping his cum inside you. “So pretty...”

When he’s finally pulling out, he moans softly, but you’re shuddering at the feeling of emptiness. You’re limp and exhausted, the both of you breathless. 

“How are you feeling, syulang?” he’s smiling widely now, eyes transfixed in your expression. With flushed cheeks, tired eyes and sweaty form, you try and sit up “Satisfied enough?”

He’s mocking you again, but this time it makes you laugh when you lean to kiss him.

“Well, yes. For now.” you begin, looking up to him through your lashes. “I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of you and your...” you trail off, a bit embarrassed.

“Oh no, you can’t possibly be getting all shy now, aren’t you, baby?” he’s petting the crown of your head, rolling your bodies to lay in the cool grass. “I just hope to put another baby in you.”

His affirmation leaves you feeling hot and bothered again, but you limit yourself to only nodding and smiling at him while Jake softly pets the connection between your kurus with tenderness. 

“Wanna go again?” you suggest, the bond making you feel hungry and revitalized, as if you haven’t had your brains fucked for the last hour. “Just to make sure.”

“Almost as if you read my mind.” he says amused, leaning over you once again.

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In the Space Between: Chapter 4

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Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5

Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10

Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15

Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19 I Chapter 20

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Glen takes Gabby on their first official date and it's more than she could have anticipated. A night filled with small surprises that deepen their connection, from burgers and milkshakes to a private movie screening under the stars. Glen's warmth and thoughtfulness make Gabby feel seen in a way she hasn't felt in a long time, and by the end of the evening, their easy laughter and quiet intimacy have her rethinking everything she thought she knew about dating in L.A.

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: Mostly fluff. Brief touching under clothes but minimal.

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The coffee shop hums quietly around Gabby as she leans over her notebook, deeply focused on memorizing her notes. Her hand moves swiftly as she writes, occasionally pausing to highlight something, her mind absorbed in the rhythm of studying.

Glen steps into the coffee shop and pauses, spotting her immediately. A smile tugs at his lips as he watches her, completely unaware of his presence, her brow furrowed in concentration. There’s something endearing about the way she’s so immersed in her work, completely blocking out the rest of the world.

After ordering his coffee, Glen walks over to her table. He’s hesitant to interrupt, so he softly says her name, “Gabby?”

She doesn’t seem to hear him, her attention fixed entirely on her notes. Glen chuckles to himself, and without thinking, he gently touches her shoulder. Gabby jumps, her pen flying out of her hand as she whips around, her eyes wide in surprise. Gabby’s initial surprise fades into a bright smile as she realizes it’s Glen standing in front of her. 

Without thinking, she pushes her chair back and stands up, wrapping her arms around him in a warm hug.

“Glen! I didn’t even know you were back in L.A.,” she says, unable to hide her excitement.

“Got in late last night,” he replies, returning the hug. “I wanted to catch up on sleep, but Brisket decided he was hungry so sleeping in didn’t happen. Decided I couldn’t resist stopping by for coffee.” He pulls back slightly, giving her an easy grin. “And seeing you here is definitely an upgrade to my morning.”

They both sit, and Gabby closes her notebook, feeling that a study break is exactly what she needs.

“So, how was New York?” she asks, leaning in, curious.

Glen chuckles, settling in and taking a sip of his coffee. “Oh, New York was a whirlwind. I think I was in a car, on a red carpet, or in front of a camera for, like, 95% of it.”

Gabby laughs. “That sounds intense.”

“It was,” he says, nodding. “But there were some fun moments. Like, there was this one interview where they accidentally switched the cue cards, so I was being asked about some makeup brand collaboration instead of my movie.”

She gasps, stifling a laugh. “No way! What did you do?”

“Well, I tried my best to talk about ‘the importance of long-lasting wear’ and ‘a full-coverage look’ before the host realized the mistake and we both just lost it on live TV.”

Gabby laughs, picturing him trying to improvise makeup tips. “I would’ve loved to see that.”

“Oh, it’s probably on the internet somewhere,” he says, pretending to look horrified. “Anyway, I’ll spare you more of my boring stories. How have things been here?”

She shrugs, smiling. “Just the usual. Summer classes, studying, stressing over this upcoming test tomorrow…Nothing nearly as exciting as your life.”

“I don’t know. You’re here working towards your dream, right? I think that’s pretty amazing.”

His words send a warmth through her, and she glances down, a bit shy under his gaze. “Thanks, Glen.”

They share a quiet moment, her nerves easing under his encouraging smile.

Glen takes a sip of his coffee, a playful look in his eyes. “So… are you doing anything tomorrow?”

Gabby glances up, surprised by the question. “I have class until four, but after that, I’m pretty free. Why?”

He leans forward slightly, his tone softening. “Because I’d like to take you out. An actual date this time—none of this ‘I’m just cooking dinner’ stuff.” He grins. “I’ll pick you up, take you to dinner, and if things go well… maybe we do something afterward?”

She feels her cheeks flush as she absorbs his offer, warmth spreading at the thought of a real date with him. “You mean, like, a whole night together?”

“Exactly,” he says, his expression sincere. “You and me…I’d just really like to spend more time with you.”

Gabby hesitates, a nervous but excited smile on her face. “I’d love that, Glen.”

His eyes brighten, and he nods. “Good. I’ll pick you up at six?”

“Six works,” she replies, biting her lip to hide her smile.

They sit there for a moment, both smiling like they’re keeping a shared secret. Eventually, Glen leans back, looking at her warmly.

“Well, I better let you get back to studying,” he says reluctantly, though he makes no move to leave.

“Probably a good idea,” she laughs, but neither of them actually moves.

Finally, Glen sighs, looking down at his coffee cup as if pulling himself away takes all his willpower. “Alright, I’ll let you get back to it. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.”

“I agree,” she whispers, still feeling the excitement of his invitation as he stands.

With a small wave, he heads toward the door, but not without giving her one last smile. As he disappears, Gabby finds herself beaming, her heart racing for reasons that have nothing to do with her studies.

* * * * *

Gabby unlocked the door to her apartment, kicking off her shoes and setting her keys on the small table by the entrance. She let out a deep breath, feeling the weight of her long day finally fall away. The evening’s plans floated to the forefront of her mind as she glanced at the clock. Just enough time to relax a bit before getting ready for her date with Glen.

She crossed the living room, eyeing the couch for a moment of blissful laziness when her phone buzzed in her bag. She pulled it out, noticing Glen’s name on the screen, and smiled as she answered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hey, you,” she greeted him, settling onto the couch with her legs tucked up.

“Hey yourself,” he replied, his voice warm and relaxed. “Just checking in. Are we still on for tonight?”

“Definitely,” she said, feeling a flutter of excitement that surprised her. “I just got home and was about to start getting ready. Are you still planning on 7?”

“Actually…” he hesitated, sounding almost a little amused, “I wrapped up earlier than expected and somehow beat traffic, so I’m already in your area.”

“Oh, really?” Gabby laughed, glancing around her apartment, trying not to think too hard about the cozy clutter.

“Yeah, wasn’t expecting to have this much time to kill,” Glen continued, “but I didn’t want to rush you. If it’s okay, I could swing by now—maybe just hang out while you finish getting ready?”

Gabby hesitated, thinking of her quick dash around her apartment that morning, but the idea of spending a little extra time with him sounded more appealing than anything else.

“That actually sounds great,” she replied, letting a bit of her excitement slip through. “I’ll make some coffee, or I might even have tea somewhere if you’re a tea guy.”

Glen chuckled. “Coffee works, thanks. I’ll be over in a few.”

“Perfect,” she said, feeling warmth rush to her cheeks. “See you soon.”

Gabby moved into the kitchen, grabbing her coffee canister and setting up the brewer, enjoying the familiar routine as she scooped coffee grounds. As the smell of brewing coffee began to fill the space, she glanced around her apartment, suddenly noticing the books scattered on her table, a hoodie draped over a chair, and a couple of notebooks stacked haphazardly by the couch.

She moved quickly, gathering the books and piling them neatly on a shelf, folding the hoodie and tossing it over the back of the chair. She was just smoothing the cushions on the couch when the buzzer sounded, sending a little spark of anticipation through her. She walked over to the call box, and pressed the button.

“Who is it?” she teased.

“It’s your early but very punctual date,” Glen’s voice crackled over the intercom, a hint of laughter in his tone.

She grinned and pressed the button to buzz him in. “Come on up.”

Leaving the door ajar, she took one last look around, fluffing her hair and hoping she looked at least somewhat put-together after a long day. She could hear his footsteps on the stairs, and her heart did a little flip at the sound. A moment later, Glen was at her door, looking relaxed but as handsome as ever in dark jeans and a casual, perfectly fitted navy button-down.

“Hey, stranger,” she said, her face lighting up as she opened the door wider.

“Hey yourself,” he replied with a grin, taking her in. 

Gabby laughed and gestured him inside. “Come on in.”

Glen stepped in and glanced around. “Nice place. You weren’t kidding—you live right in the heart of everything.”

“Yeah, I love it, even if it’s a bit small,” she admitted, closing the door behind him. “Just don’t judge the clutter.”

“Not at all,” he said, flashing her a reassuring smile. “My place is probably worse.”

After Gabby closed the door, Glen set the bag of snacks down on the counter and took a small step toward her, his smile softening.

"Come here," he murmured, opening his arms.

Gabby felt herself relax as she stepped into his embrace, his arms wrapping around her in a way that felt both comforting and effortless. He pulled her close, and she leaned into him, grateful for the warmth and calm he seemed to bring with him. Just as she was about to pull away, he brushed a gentle kiss on her cheek, lingering just enough to send a flutter through her stomach.

“Good to see you,” he said softly, his voice close to her ear.

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her cheeks warm as she met his gaze. "You too," she replied, feeling a bit breathless. “Definitely needed this after today.”

“Glad I could help,” he said with a small grin. He took her in for a moment, his gaze soft, then nodded toward the coffee brewing behind her. “And this coffee already smells like it’s going to be the best part of my day.”

She chuckled, stepping back to lead him into the kitchen. They walked into the kitchen together, where she poured them each a mug. Handing him one, she leaned against the counter, watching as he took a sip.

“Thanks,” he said, nodding approvingly. “You make a mean coffee.”

“Only the best for my very punctual date,” she quipped, her nerves starting to ease up.

They shared a warm smile, and for a moment, all her stress from the day faded. Gabby set her mug on the counter, brushing her hands on her jeans. 

"I should probably go get changed and, you know, make myself somewhat presentable," she said with a small laugh.

Glen grinned and nodded, glancing down at his own button-up shirt. "Mind if I join you in the wardrobe change? I left an extra shirt in my truck, something a bit more casual."

“Not at all,” she replied, gesturing toward the door. “Feel free to grab the keys off the table by the door so you can get back in.”

“Perfect,” he said, picking up the keys with a quick smile before he headed out.

As soon as he closed the door, Gabby went into her room, slipping into a cute but casual outfit—a soft knit top with jeans and some small, gold hoops. She was finishing up in the bathroom off her bedroom when she heard Glen come back in. Just as she peeked out to check, she heard his voice from the other room.

“Well, hello there. And who might you be?” Glen was saying, his tone amused.

She stepped back into her bedroom doorway to see him crouched down, a smile tugging at his lips as he looked at Willow, her orange tabby, who was cautiously watching him from the bed.

Gabby couldn’t help but smile. “Ah, I see you’ve met Willow,” she said, crossing her arms with a playful look. “She’s, uh… not the friendliest to newcomers, so if she’s giving you the stink-eye, don’t take it personally.”

Glen leaned down, extending a hand to Willow, his curiosity piqued. "So, where’d the name Willow come from?"

Gabby chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I, uh... went through a bit of a Taylor Swift phase when I first moved here," she admitted with a shrug. "Seemed fitting at the time.”

“Taylor Swift fan, huh? I like it.” He grinned, glancing back down at Willow, who was watching him with a guarded but curious look.

Gabby slipped away to her closet, pulling the door gently closed and quickly changing into her casual date outfit. She smoothed down her top, giving herself a quick once-over in the mirror before heading back out. When she stepped into the room, though, she stopped in her tracks.

Glen was mid-change himself, leaning forward to pull on a fresh shirt, his bare shoulders catching the afternoon light as he moved. But what stopped her wasn’t just Glen’s casual ease in her space—it was Willow. Somehow, she had moved closer to him, sniffing at his hand and then, unbelievably, leaning up to gently boop him with her nose.

Gabby stood there, stunned. Willow was normally so skittish around people she didn’t know, but here she was, tentatively accepting Glen. It was something she hadn’t seen since moving to Los Angeles, a glimpse of Willow’s rare, soft side.

Glen noticed her standing there and gave her a warm, slightly sheepish smile as he finished pulling on his shirt. “Guess I’m winning her over, huh?”

Gabby smiled back, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through her. "Yeah... looks like it."

Glen stood up, stretching to pull the fresh shirt over his shoulders, and for a split second, Gabby’s eyes couldn’t help but trace over his toned arms, the faint definition across his chest, and the hint of abs. 

Heat crept up her cheeks, and she quickly turned away, hoping he hadn’t caught her lingering glance.

"Uh, I’ll be right back," she mumbled, hurrying into the bathroom. 

She leaned against the counter, taking a steadying breath as she tried to compose herself. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks still a little flushed. Get it together, Gabby, she thought, giving herself a wry smile.

As she re-applied a bit of blush and smoothed out her lip gloss, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement. There was something about Glen—his easy smile, the way he was so naturally at ease with her, even around Willow—that was making this feel different. Special, even. And now, with her nerves a bit steadier, she took one last look in the mirror, smiling to herself before heading back out to join him.

Back in the living room, Gabby found Glen setting their coffees on the table and settling into the couch. She joined him, and they both sank into the plush cushions, finding a comfortable rhythm together. He took a sip of his coffee, looking around her cozy space before glancing at the TV.

“So, what do you usually watch?” he asked, leaning back and stretching one arm along the top of the couch. “Got any good shows you’re hooked on right now?”

Gabby grinned, slightly embarrassed. “Well, I tend to rewatch The Office whenever I’m stressed. It’s my comfort show.”

He laughed, nodding in approval. “Solid choice. I respect that. But I’m guessing you have other shows in the rotation, too?”

She tucked her feet up on the couch and shrugged. “I’ve been binging Stranger Things again, mostly because I missed a lot of the references people make.”

“Good one.” He leaned in slightly, catching her eyes. “We could put it on if you want? Or something new?”

Gabby gave a little laugh. “Are you really up for watching Stranger Things? You know, dark alternate realities, strange monsters…”

“Oh, I’m game,” Glen said with a grin. “And hey, if it gets too scary, I’ll have to ask for a blanket for protection.”

Gabby chuckled and tossed him a throw blanket from the arm of the couch. “Here, for your safety, of course.”

They both laughed, the air between them light and easy. As they settled in and the opening credits rolled, Glen’s arm gently drifted down from the couch back to rest on her shoulder. Gabby leaned into him, feeling herself unwind a little more with each passing scene, forgetting her earlier nerves.

As the credits for the second episode rolled, Glen glanced at his watch and then back at Gabby with a little smile. 

“Alright,” he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze, “we should probably get going.”

Gabby looked at him with playful suspicion. “Do I at least get a hint about where we’re going?”

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mystery. “Nope. Just trust me.”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head but smiling all the same. Glen just chuckled, standing up and extending a hand to help her to her feet. She took it, her fingers fitting into his comfortably, and he led her to the door. As she turned to lock it, he waited, slipping his hands into his pockets with an easygoing confidence that made her stomach flip.

Once the door was secure, Glen took her hand again, guiding her down the hallway. As they reached the elevators, Gabby felt a mixture of excitement and curiosity building. Whatever Glen had planned, she was ready for it.

As they exited Gabby’s apartment building, the cool evening air filled with a hint of city life winding down for the night. Glen kept his hand on hers as he led her across the lot to his truck, pausing only to open the passenger door. He offered his hand, helping her up with a warm smile, before closing the door and circling around to climb in himself.

Once they were settled, Glen started the engine, pulling out of the lot and merging into the flow of traffic. Gabby watched as the familiar streets of her neighborhood faded behind them, replaced by the blur of city lights. She quickly noticed he was heading north, inching further and further away from Los Angeles.

She shot him a curious look. “So... you’re still not giving me any hints?”

He just grinned, his eyes on the road. “Not a single one.”

She laughed, feigning exasperation. “Okay, but how do I know you’re not some kind of serial killer trying to lure me out to the middle of nowhere?”

Glen let out a laugh, rolling his eyes with playful disbelief. “Do I really give off serial killer vibes?”

Gabby considered him, trying not to smile. “I mean, I am in a car with a guy I barely know.”

He glanced over at her, intrigued. “Alright then. What do you want to know?”

She paused, thinking for a moment before responding. "Hmm... good question."

Gabby leaned back against her seat, settling into the easy flow of conversation as the city lights faded further behind them. She took a sip of her coffee, thinking about where to start, then turned to him with a curious smile.

“Alright, let’s start simple,” she said. “Are you a morning person or a night person?”

Glen chuckled. “Definitely a morning person. I’m one of those people who’s up at six even if I don’t have to be.”

Gabby let out a playful groan. “I knew there had to be one flaw,” she teased, “because I am definitely not a morning person.”

“Oh, believe me, I know,” he replied, casting her a teasing glance. “But you did make it out the door pretty early the night we met.”

Gabby grinned, shaking her head. “Fine, you have a point.” She thought for a moment, then threw out another question. “Alright, what’s your go-to comfort food? Like when you just need a pick-me-up.”

“Easy—big, greasy burger,” he said with enthusiasm. “Fries on the side, maybe a milkshake if I’m really going for it. What about you?”

“Probably something super cliché, like mac and cheese,” she admitted. “The cheesier, the better.”

“Solid choice,” he nodded approvingly, eyes on the road.

She studied him thoughtfully, trying to get a little deeper. “Do you have any siblings? What’s your family like?”

Glen’s expression softened. “Yeah, I’ve got two sisters, Leslie and Lauren. They’re the best. My family’s really close—we like spending time together as much as we can. It can get loud sometimes, but only because everyone’s laughing or just… talking over each other.”

Gabby smiled at the warmth in his voice. “That sounds nice. I bet they’re proud of you.”

He gave a modest shrug, but there was a sparkle of pride in his eyes. “I think they are. Family’s a big deal for us.”

She nodded, feeling a strange little flutter at the idea of Glen in a family full of laughter and love. “So, what’s the last movie you watched? And did you enjoy it?”

Glen’s smile turned slightly sheepish. “Actually, it was at a premiere for one of the films I’m in. Don’t get me wrong—it’s a good movie, but it’s a little weird watching myself on screen.”

Gabby let out a laugh. “I can imagine! Do you ever get used to that?”

“Not really,” he admitted with a grin. “But you get better at pretending you’re comfortable with it.”

Gabby laughed again, shaking her head. “I’d be the one hiding behind my popcorn. Alright, last one—for now,” she added, seeing him smirk in anticipation. “What kind of music do you listen to?”

“A little bit of everything, but I’ll admit—growing up in Austin, country music’s something I’ll always go back to.”

“Country, huh?” she mused, raising an eyebrow. “So, are we talking like, classic country or more modern stuff?”

“A bit of both. Can’t go wrong with a mix,” he said, glancing over at her. “And you? Do you have a guilty pleasure genre?”

“Pop, definitely,” she confessed, laughing. “Mostly Taylor Swift. I won’t even try to hide it.”

They both laughed, slipping into an easy silence as he continued driving, the road ahead leading them toward whatever surprise he had planned for the night.

After about an hour on the road, Glen finally turned off the highway, pulling into the nearly empty parking lot of a retro diner. Its neon sign glowed a soft pink and blue against the darkening sky, casting a warm, nostalgic light across the parking lot. Gabby’s eyes widened as she took in the sight—chrome details, checkered floors visible through the windows, and classic red-and-white booths inside.

“This is amazing,” she breathed, looking over at him with a grin. “How did you even find this place?”

Glen smiled, putting the truck in park. “I have my ways. Figured this was more interesting than some fancy place back in the city. Plus, nothing beats a good milkshake.”

He climbed out and walked around to her side, opening her door for her. As she hopped down, he reached out and gently took her hand, sending a warm thrill through her. Together, they made their way inside, the faint jingle of a bell announcing their arrival. The diner was nearly empty save for a couple in a corner booth, and a waitress with a friendly smile who waved them in.

“Take any seat you like,” she called, grabbing menus from the counter and following them to a booth by the window.

They slid into the booth, their hands naturally parting as they settled across from each other. The menu was a perfect throwback—burgers, fries, and milkshakes in every flavor imaginable. Gabby’s eyes roamed over the choices, feeling an almost giddy excitement.

Glen leaned back, watching her with an amused smile. “So, what’ll it be? Are you brave enough for the burger and shake combo?”

Gabby laughed, setting down her menu. “Brave? I think it’s practically a requirement here.”

They placed their order—a couple of burgers, an extra side of fries to share, and two milkshakes. Gabby chose chocolate, and Glen went with classic vanilla. As they waited, the conversation slipped back into an easy flow, sharing funny stories and trading embarrassing moments from their childhoods.

When their shakes arrived, Glen immediately dipped a fry in his, earning a mock-horrified look from Gabby.

“What? You’ve never tried this?” he asked, holding the fry out to her with a raised eyebrow.

She wrinkled her nose but leaned forward to take a small bite. Her eyes widened, surprised by the combination of salty and sweet. “Okay, that’s actually… really good.”

“Told you,” he replied, giving her a satisfied grin.

They spent the next hour talking, laughing, and stealing bites of each other’s food. Gabby hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages, and there was something about the simplicity of the diner—the unpretentious atmosphere, the retro decor—that made her feel like she could be completely herself around him.

At one point, the jukebox in the corner suddenly crackled to life, playing a soft tune that filled the quiet diner. Glen looked over at her with a mischievous smile.

“You up for a dance?” he asked, nodding toward the small space between the tables and the counter.

“Here?” she asked, glancing around the nearly empty diner.

“Why not?” he replied, holding out his hand.

Gabby smiled, sliding out of the booth and taking his hand. Glen gently pulled her closer, resting his hands on the small of her back as they swayed in time with the music, the rest of the world fading away around them.

The last of the other diners had left, and the waitress had slipped back into the kitchen, leaving them alone under the soft glow of the neon lights. The jukebox hummed quietly as they swayed in the empty diner, Gabby’s fingers loosely laced behind Glen’s neck. She tilted her head up to look at him, a warm smile spreading across her face as she took him in.

He noticed her gaze and raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “What?” he asked, his voice full of playful curiosity.

She laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tried to look away. “What do you mean, ‘what’?”

“You’re looking at me funny,” he teased, tightening his arm around her waist just a little, his eyes glinting. “Something on your mind?”

Gabby bit her lip, hesitating. But she couldn’t hold back the smile, finally shaking her head with a slight chuckle. “I just… don’t believe you’re real.”

Glen tilted his head, clearly amused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” she said, meeting his gaze, “you’re funny, and smart, and kind. And… well, obviously, you’re attractive.” She felt herself blush as she admitted it. “It just doesn’t seem like guys like that still exist. It’s like you’re from some different planet.”

He chuckled, his smirk turning into a full grin. “Well, maybe they don’t exist… in Iowa,” he teased, earning a laugh from her.

“Oh, you’ve got jokes now,” she replied, giving him a gentle swat on the shoulder. “But seriously,” she added, a little softer, “you don’t seem to have any flaws.”

Glen rolled his eyes dramatically, still grinning. “Oh, trust me. I’ve got plenty of flaws.”

“Like what?” she challenged, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

He pretended to consider it, rubbing his chin in mock thought. “Well, I leave the cap off the toothpaste. And…I’ve probably burned more grilled cheese sandwiches than I’ve made successfully. Do you know how hard it is to burn bread? And somehow I still manage it more times than not.”

Gabby laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, that’s… mildly tragic. But that’s not a dealbreaker.”

“Oh, you haven’t seen how charred my sandwiches can get,” he replied with a playful shudder. “And I’ll admit I’ve got a bad habit of leaving socks around my apartment.”

Gabby smiled, finding his self-deprecating humor utterly endearing. “See, those aren’t flaws. They’re quirks.”

He rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation. “Just you wait. You’ll find out I’m nothing but quirks and bad habits.”

“Guess I’ll have to stick around long enough to find out,” she said, surprising even herself with how bold it sounded.

Glen’s smile softened, and his gaze grew more intent as he looked at her. “I’d really like that,” he said, his voice low.

For a moment, they simply stood there, wrapped up in the quiet and each other, as if the entire world had narrowed down to just this little corner of the diner.

Glen glanced up at the clock hanging above the diner's counter, then looked back at Gabby with a grin. "Ready for the next part of our date?" he asked, a hint of mystery in his voice.

She nodded, smiling in anticipation. "Absolutely."

With a casual grace, Glen pulled his wallet from his back pocket and slipped a few bills onto the table. Gabby’s eyes widened as she reached for her purse. "Hey, I can cover my half. You really don’t have to—"

But he shook his head, cutting her off with a gentle but determined smile. “Not a chance. This is our first date, which means I’m taking care of the bill.”

She opened her mouth to protest again, but his expression was too warm and sincere. “Alright,” she conceded, laughing softly. “But you’re making it really hard to argue with you.”

“That’s the idea,” he replied, slipping his wallet back into his pocket and standing up. He reached out and took her hand, his fingers warm around hers as he led her out of the booth. With a grateful nod to the waitress on the way out, he opened the diner's door for Gabby, ushering her outside.

The night air had a crispness to it, a welcome contrast to the cozy warmth of the diner. Glen guided her back toward his truck, releasing her hand just long enough to open the passenger door and help her up into the seat. His gaze met hers for a moment before he closed the door and made his way around to the driver’s side.

As he settled in and started the engine, she leaned over, curious. "So, where are we headed next?"

Glen flashed her a mischievous smile as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Now, that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?”

Glen turned off the main road and guided his truck down a narrow gravel path, the faint glow of a neon sign becoming visible in the distance. As they approached, Gabby realized it was an old drive-in theater, its marquee worn but charming, and the empty lot only adding to its nostalgic appeal.

He pulled into the center of the lot and put the truck in park. Gabby glanced around, noticing they were the only ones there. She looked over at Glen, a little puzzled. “Um, are you sure we’re supposed to be here?”

He smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Pretty sure. I may have asked the owners if we could have the place to ourselves for the night—figured it’d be nice to enjoy a movie without anyone interrupting.”

Gabby’s face lit up in surprise, her heart fluttering at his thoughtfulness. “Glen, that’s… really sweet. I didn’t even know places did that.”

“Neither did I,” he admitted with a laugh, “but it turns out they were more than happy to let us have a private showing on their off night.” 

With a satisfied grin, he stepped out of the truck and opened the back door. Gabby watched as he reached in, pulling out several pillows and blankets, which he proceeded to arrange in the bed of the truck. After that, he grabbed a bag of snacks and drinks, clearly prepared for the evening.

When he was done setting everything up, he turned to Gabby and opened the door to help her down. She took his hand, letting him lead her to the back of the truck, and with his assistance, she climbed up into the cozy little nook he’d created.

Gabby nestled into the pillows, feeling the warmth of the blankets as Glen climbed in beside her. He spread a blanket across both of them, then started unpacking the snacks. He handed her a container of popcorn, then grabbed his own, a little smirk playing on his lips. 

“Alright, here’s something you should know about me,” he said. “When it comes to popcorn, I don’t share. It’s another one of my flaws.”

She raised an eyebrow, pretending to take him seriously. “Another flaw, huh?”

He chuckled, but before he could answer, she reached over and snagged a piece of popcorn from his container. 

His eyes widened with playful outrage, and he leaned in closer, his smirk widening. “Oh, you’re definitely going to pay for that.”

Gabby grinned, her gaze steady as she asked, “And how exactly am I supposed to pay for that?”

In response, Glen leaned in, closing the distance between them until his lips met hers in a soft, lingering kiss. It was gentle at first, a tease, but as her hand reached up to rest on his shoulder, he deepened the kiss just a little, letting it linger in a way that felt both warm and electrifying. 

When he finally pulled back, he smiled, his eyes dancing with humor. "Now we’re even."

Gabby laughed, her cheeks flushed, feeling her heart beat a little faster. "If that’s how you punish people for stealing popcorn, I think you’re in trouble because I’m definitely not done."

“Oh, so it’s a challenge now?” he teased, reaching for his drink with a grin.

The screen lit up as the opening credits rolled, casting a warm glow across the truck bed. Gabby settled in a little more, the anticipation building, and turned to Glen with a curious look. “So, what are we watching?”

Glen gave her a small, satisfied smile. “I remember you mentioning rom-coms are your thing, and something about Matthew McConaughey being one of your favorite actors…” He let his words hang for a beat before finishing, “so, I thought How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days would be a good choice.”

Gabby’s eyes widened, her face lighting up with surprise and happiness. “You’re kidding—that’s actually my favorite.”

Glen’s smile grew as he heard her reaction. “Sounds like I picked well, then.”

As the movie began, he shifted slightly, looking at her with a soft question in his gaze. “Are you comfortable? Or would you like to cuddle?”

Gabby felt her heart flutter a little. She nodded, smiling as she scooted closer, curling into his side. Glen wrapped an arm around her, adjusting the blanket over them both. She nestled into him, the warmth of his arm around her and the gentle rise and fall of his breathing setting a peaceful rhythm.

They lay there, cozy and wrapped up together in the back of his truck, as the laughter and antics of the movie unfolded on screen. Every so often, Glen’s fingers would graze her arm or her back in gentle, absentminded strokes, sending little shivers down her spine. And more than once, when he thought she was too wrapped up in the movie to notice, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head. But she noticed every time, a small smile forming on her lips, one that had nothing to do with the scene playing on the screen.

As the movie reached its peak, with Andie and Ben’s comical attempts at sabotaging and then saving their relationship, Gabby found herself laughing along with Glen, feeling as though she’d known him much longer than she actually had. She felt completely at ease, content in his arms, and wondering how she’d gotten so lucky to have a night like this.

The movie wound down to its heartfelt ending, and as the final scenes played, Gabby tilted her head slightly, glancing up at him. Glen caught her gaze, his eyes reflecting a quiet warmth, and they shared a soft, unspoken moment.

“Thank you,” she whispered, feeling like words couldn’t quite capture everything she wanted to say.

Glen’s lips curved into a soft smile, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her back. “I should be thanking you. Tonight’s been…perfect.”

Gabby felt herself smile as Glen leaned in, his hand finding her cheek again, and she met him halfway. Their lips brushed softly at first, tender and careful, but the warmth quickly deepened, pulling them closer. Gabby felt her hands drift from his shoulders, trailing slowly down his chest, feeling the warmth radiate through his shirt. As her fingertips traced lower, a mix of excitement and curiosity took over, and she slid one hand just beneath the edge of his shirt.

Her fingers brushed over the firm ridges of his abs, warm and solid, and she felt the slight texture of the faint hair scattered there. It sent a thrill through her, feeling so close to him, connected in a way she hadn’t anticipated. She felt him shiver at her touch, his breath hitching just slightly against her mouth.

Glen’s hands mirrored her movement, his fingers slowly trailing down her back, and as they reached the edge of her shirt, he paused for just a moment, almost as if checking in. Then, with a quiet exhale, he let his fingers dip under the fabric, brushing against the soft skin of her lower back. The warmth of his touch sent a rush through her, grounding her in this moment.

But just as Gabby felt herself leaning further into him, savoring the closeness, Glen’s hands stilled. He gently pulled back, his lips leaving hers as he drew in a steadying breath. The sudden distance left her feeling vulnerable, and for a split second, worry flickered across her face. She shifted, pulling her hand back, wondering if she’d overstepped.

Noticing her hesitation, Glen placed his hand gently on her cheek, thumb brushing over her skin with a reassuring warmth. “Hey,” he murmured softly, his eyes sincere. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Not at all.”

Her shoulders relaxed as he held her gaze. “I just…” he began, his tone careful, “I want to make sure I’m not rushing things. I don’t want to take this faster than you’re comfortable with.”

Gabby’s heart softened at his words, and a small, grateful smile spread across her lips. "Thank you for that,” she whispered.

Glen smiled at her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before he slipped out of the truck bed, extending his arms to help her down. She took his hands, hopping down lightly, but her heart skipped a beat as his arms held her steady for just a moment longer, grounding her.

Once she was safely on the ground, Glen gathered up the pillows, blankets, and the half-finished snacks, tucking everything neatly into the backseat. Gabby admired the care he took, noticing how thoughtful he’d been throughout the evening. When everything was packed up, they both climbed back into the truck, and he started the engine, casting one last glance at the empty drive-in behind them.

As they drove, Gabby felt Glen’s hand reach over, his fingers intertwining with hers. The simple gesture made her smile, and their joined hands rested gently on her thigh. She looked over at him, catching his eye as he glanced over, and they shared a quiet, meaningful smile that spoke to the warmth that had grown between them.

As they neared the outskirts of Los Angeles, the city lights casting a soft glow against the night sky, Glen’s expression shifted from lighthearted to thoughtful. Gabby noticed his grip on her hand tighten slightly, and she looked over at him, her heart skipping at the intensity in his gaze.

“Gabby, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” he began, his tone warm yet serious. He glanced over at her, his lips curving into a small smile as he continued. “I’ve really liked hanging out with you. I don’t think I’ve met anyone like you—you make me feel like I can just be myself. And I… well, I’d really like to make things official between us, if that’s something you’d want too.”

Gabby felt a thrill of happiness spark inside her, and she couldn’t help the smile that lit up her face. There was no hesitation in her heart; she’d wanted this, to be with him, more than she’d let herself admit.

Glen continued, “I know we both have a lot coming up. You’ll be starting classes, and I’ll be bouncing around between projects. There’ll be distance and time apart, but… I don’t want that to get in the way of what we could have.”

She felt her chest swell as she took in his words, surprised at how steady he seemed, his gaze unwavering on the road but his thumb brushing softly over her hand.

“We can take it slow, keep things just between us for now,” he added, his voice softer. “I know my life can get crazy sometimes, but I want this to work with you, Gabby. I want to be in this with you, no matter what comes up.”

His words wrapped around her heart, filling her with a deep sense of warmth and security. He was offering her a relationship, yes, but also a promise—a commitment that went beyond any of the challenges they might face.

“I’d really like that, Glen,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’d love to be with you. You’ve… I don’t know, I feel like you’ve always made me feel like I matter, like I’m not just another person in the crowd.”

A soft, relieved smile spread across his face, and he brought her hand to his lips, brushing a tender kiss against her fingers. “You do matter, Gabby,” he murmured, looking over at her as they pulled off the freeway and into the city streets. “To me, you really do.”

They shared a quiet, meaningful smile, one that held a world of unspoken promises. And as they drove through the city lights, Gabby felt as though she was already home—right there, with him.

At her apartment door, Glen waited as Gabby fished her keys from her bag and unlocked the door. She looked back at him, eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

“Do you… want to come in for a quick goodbye?” she asked, a soft smile playing at her lips.

Glen returned her smile, stepping inside as she held the door open for him. Once the door clicked shut behind him, he turned to face her, taking in the gentle look of gratitude in her eyes.

“Thank you for tonight,” she murmured, her voice warm with sincerity. “It was perfect.”

Glen chuckled, taking a small step closer. “Well, think I’ve got a chance at a second date?” he teased, his brows lifting in playful expectation.

Gabby laughed, tilting her head slightly as she looked up at him. “I’d say so—especially since you’re my boyfriend now,” she reminded him, her tone light but her gaze full of meaning.

His smile widened as he took another step forward, closing the small space between them. “I like the sound of that,” he murmured, his arms slipping around her waist. He pulled her close, his hands resting lightly on her lower back, and she slid her arms up around his neck, her fingers grazing the back of his hair.

Their faces were inches apart, and she felt her breath catch as he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a slow, lingering kiss that felt as much a promise as it did a goodnight. Gabby melted into him, savoring the warmth of his embrace and the softness of his touch.

When they finally pulled back, Glen’s gaze held hers, his smile tender. “Goodnight, Gabby,” he whispered, brushing a thumb across her cheek.

“Goodnight,” she replied softly, her heart still racing as she watched him step back, casting her one last, adoring glance before he opened the door and headed down the hall.

[winchesterszvonecek]

matt x fem - “god, you feel so fucking good baby.” from the ‘yeah just like that’ prompt list

and this is going to sound so bad, and i do not condone this behaviour at all, but could you maybe make it so that the reader is maybe giving Matt head under a desk and Gabby, who is his fiancee, walks in? she doesn’t have to catch them but i just find it kinda hot lol

Under the Desk - [ Matt Casey ] 18+

Prompt: “God, you feel so fucking good baby.”

Word Count: 1062

Warnings: female!reader, cheating, smut - [ male receiving oral, dirty talk, brief vaginal fingering ]

A/N: i do not condone cheating either but this is fictional! do not cheat on your partner!

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Moving into the blue office was an easy decision to make for Matt, not only because it gave him some peace and quiet from the rowdiness of the others, but because it made it that much easier for you and him to continue sneaking around behind everyone’s back. And it didn’t take you long into today's shift to start playing the dangerous game you two had been playing for God knows how long.

“You look so hot in your Captain's shirt…” You murmured, trailing your arms down the front of his chest and running your fingertips over the leather of his belt before you placed your hand firmly on the hardening bulge beneath his pants. The one you could always make spring up with a simple look. “Would you look at that… Getting so hard for me already, guess I better do something about that.”

You dropped swiftly to your knees, undoing his belt and pants with such speed that Matt didn’t get a second to say anything in return before a low groan left his lips as you wrapped your hand firmly around his cock, the tip already swelling and dripping with pre-cum. He glanced down at you, just in time to see you lick the salty drop from his end, the mere hotness of your tongue almost flooring him as he fell backwards into his chair, which rolled briefly across the room.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” He whispered, eyelids fluttering when you crawled towards him and ran your tongue painfully slow down the underside of his shaft. “Anyone could walk in here and see you.”

“I guess I better hide then.” You breathed out, placing a sloppy kiss on the tip of his cock before you shuffled backwards, fitting nicely in the space beneath his desk before you rolled him closer to you, the chair barely coming to a stop before you had your mouth around him, taking his full length and gagging when he hit the back of your throat.

Matt’s fist clenched tightly atop the desk, his other hand making its way under it to thread his fingers through your hair, his hips gently bucking as he fucked his throbbing cock into your mouth. You always took him so well, so perfectly that he couldn’t help but think you were made just for him.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” He moaned, your lips tightening around his length as you continued to work your magic against him. He was already about to burst, to drip down your throat as you sucked every last drop out of him, that was, until his office door opened and someone who made this moment all the more arousing for you walked in. Gabby. His fiancée.

“Hey, Matt…” Gabby said with a smile, not noticing the way Matt tensed as he brought his hand out from under the table, straining against the urge to moan your name as you continued to suck his cock, even more now that the woman he was engaged to had just walked in. Talk about risky. And an aphrodisiac.

“Gabby…” Matt exhaled, clenching his fist tighter when you slowly grazed your teeth along his length, pulling back until only the tip remained in your mouth. You always did make a hell of a noise when you sucked him off which is why he wasn’t surprised to soon feel your hand wrap around him, nowhere near gentle as you began to pump him. “You need something?”

“Yeah… But are you… okay? You look like you’re in pain.” Gabby asked with a brief chuckle, Matt’s tense posture unlike anything she’d seen before.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Matt replied, forcing a smile as he swallowed back a groan that had rattled up his chest and almost escaped. There'd be no explaining that, that’s for sure, especially when said groan tasted like your name. “Just a little stomach pain… Must have been those tacos Cruz made for lunch.” He added humorously, almost letting a high pitched whine escape his lips when he felt yours wrap around his tip again, silently telling him to hurry the conversation along as you wanted to absolutely devour him.

And as hot as it would be to have him come in your mouth when the woman he was supposed to marry was in the room, you knew it wasn’t right, but that didn’t mean you weren’t holding back on giving him exactly what he wanted.

Thankfully, Gabby left soon, having interrupted to ask stupid questions that you weren’t paying attention to as you were more focused on Matt’s hardened cock that was between your lips, and the second the door closed, he wheeled himself back a little and allowed you to give it your all.

“Did that turn you on?” He breathed out, both his hands making their way to your hair which he gripped tightly, bucking his hips hard as he throat fucked you, your eyes watering as you held back your gags. “Sucking my dick with my fiancée in the room?”

“So fucking much.” You moaned, your tongue flattening against the very tip of his cock before you wrapped your lips back around it again.

“Then stand up… Lock the door… And let me finish in that tight, little pussy of yours instead.” Matt practically demanded, making you clench your legs as he turned on a tap between them, the wetness gushing out of you as you did what you were told.

The second you were close enough to him, he pulled you forward, kissing you hard enough that you felt your teeth knock against his. The two of you weren’t in love, not by a long shot, but you’d been sleeping together long before he got together with Gabby, and with the way things were going, you’d be continuing to do so long after he married her too. And honestly, the idea of getting caught, only turned you on that much more. And Matt knew that.

“Fuck me, Matt.” You whimpered, his fingers tracing over your slick slit after he’d eagerly undressed your lower half.

“You want me to fuck you?” He teased, pushing one digit briefly into your soaking pussy before pulling back out, using his foot to spread your legs and stop you from clenching them around him.

“I want you to fuck me… Want you to fuck me real good.” You panted, grinding yourself down against the palm of his hand, making him chuckle deeply before he pulled away, turning you round and forcing your chest down onto his now messy desk.

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you real good.” He whispered into your ear, watching as you bit down hard on your lip when he bottomed out in one quick motion, filling you up completely yet remaining still. “And you better pray that Gabby doesn’t come knocking again cause I don’t think I’d be able to stop if she did.”

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

I hope the mild miguel you mentioned somehow finds its way to the male reader side of miguel Tumblr. because my fucking god, if only having like 2 fics max of him didn't kill me enough, having both of them being out of character and nsfw will..

I KNOWWWW AND LIKE -

like imagine -

Miguel x SingleFather!Reader.

Miguel seeing a new single father, and he's struggling to care for his kid, but trying his best.

And it starts out as Miguel giving him small tips here or there, helping the dad calm down when things get too stressful. Sometimes he even steps in to watch the kid.

And yeah it hurts because it reminds him so much of Gabriella, but his new friend needs him and he'll always be there to step in and help.

Soon Miguel is seeing them everyday. Bringing snacks for the kiddo. Movies to watch while they play. Always lets the dad vent when he needs it

And he even finds himself connecting with the kid. Helping them with school work and learning their hobbies and opinions - the kid even starts looking up to Miguel, saying they want to be like him. And it's like Miguel is falling in love with being a father again.

But it can still hurts some time.

Eventually he opens up to the dad about Gabby and the dad completely understands and for the first time is able to return the comfort Miguel has been giving them and their child for months, even when he was healing from tragedy.

The options with Mild Miguel x Male Reader is SOOOO wide

AND LIKE????

MIGUEL X FTM!READER?????!!! HELLO???!!

A reader coming out to Miguel and feeling insecure because he has to take T.

And Miguel immediately relates and is like 'I have to take nanobots in order to be who I am, but I'm still who I am. So are you. We're both spider-men and we're both here for a reason.'

Miguel helping the reader take their T shot every week or month, and with someone who can understand in their own way, it's even more affirming.

Miguel would HATE transphobia.

He'd be disgusted by anyone who even entertains the logic of transphobia. He'd hate people talking down about HRT. And if he overheard transphobia he'd probably be like

'Oh really, you think what people inject into their body to go about their life in peace is up to you? is that right? :) '

*starts throwing shit*

like - let Miguel heal, let a strong man hold HIM, Let him be that professional gay that goes hard at their career and hardly ever mention romance but then at the end of the day the collapse into their boyfriends arms talking about how much work sucked

I'm not a Peter B. x Miguel person.

But I NEEEEDD More MILD Miguel x Male!Reader please

[macabrecake]

wifey, I got smth to ask you 🥺

can I ask for just getting my back blown out by infinite darkness Leon somewhere in the White House after the zombie attack?

Just him in that blue suit??

(also pls add some praise kink in there, I beg)

Gabby my beloved! Ask you shall receive! 💖

Minors step off from here please and thank you.

The White House…

Of all the zombie attacks Leon has had to bear witness to, forced to carry the mental and physical scars from, survived. The White House was the last place he'd ever expect to be hit. He can't say he's surprised though. Even now as he discusses with Jason on the subject of who started this with what virus, his adrenaline is shot. Not even fully taking in the conversation when his mind is on something else.

Or rather someone else.

Luckily, his search was brief when you just so happen to hastily round the corner and search before locking eyes with him. Your dire look of concern immediately falls away to relief at the sight of him, he can't but smile at that but the feeling is mutual.

He's quick to leave Jason and close what felt like a mile long distance between you two. As soon as your arms are around each other, you feel his larger stature softly squeeze your hips and gently scoot you along. A silent request to take you away for some much deserved privacy.

And you couldn't be more happy to oblige.

You let Leon pull you away from prying eyes into a nearby office and lock the door. Let him steal your breath with a ravishing kiss while he scoops you up with large, warm hands planted firmly on your ass. Let him manhandle you as he bends you over the desk and hikes the lower part of your dress up. Putting your soaked through lace panties on full display to show just how badly you need him.

It's truly a sight he'll never grow tired of.

Unable to resist, his hand ghosts down the skin of your backside to press his thumb against your weeping little pearl, still hidden behind the thin, soiled fabric. It elicits a soft breathy whine from you that Leon can't help but chuckle at, "Sorry sunshine, just love when you get messy like this."

Any other day the agent would love to tease you and draw this out a little more but, he just doesn't have the time and most certainly not the patience. With his pants quickly undone and pulled down just enough for his cock to be freed from it's restraints, his fingers suddenly tug your underwear to the side and sinks himself into your welcoming heat in one thrust.

The moan that escapes you would've most definitely drawn attention if it weren't for his hand clasping over your mouth to silence you, followed by sweet searing kisses pressed to your neck as he sets a rough, needy pace.

"That's it…" The dirty blonde softly coos into your ear, delighted with how your pussy squeezes the entirety of his length everytime he sinks back in with a rhythmic slap. "That's my good girl."

His words pour from his lips onto your body like the sweetest liquor, one you'll never deny and hope to stay intoxicated by everyday. Leon softly smiles into your hair. Because he knows it. Knows exactly what praise like that does to you. Your cute little muffled whimper and the desperate rock of your hips to meet his thrusts is all the answer he needs.

"Yeah, you're my good girl." He rumbles out in that low pretty groan. "Fuck, you were made to take me this good weren't you?" His composure soon shatters for a moment, leading him to bury his face in the crook of your neck with a hiss in an attempt to mask his own noise. Leon's voice then falls to a whisper, a secret uttered into your love stained skin that only you could keep.

"God you're perfect."

It's too much, in the best way possible. Tears of pure bliss fall from your eyes as you grace that edge of heaven, while your fingers card through his hair and hold on for dear life. His hand coming around to press the rough, warm pads of his fingers against your intimacy however, is what ultimately tips you over.

A soft cry tumbles into his hand as your orgasm leaves you quivering within his hold. Leon's thrusts instantly slow down to help you ride out your high, squishing your smaller frame between his body and the desk more while you gush on his fingers and around his cock before going still.

Your breath comes out in a quiet pant as you come back down from your cloud nine, that is until you release a sudden squeak when Leon slowly starts up his rhythm again. In his defense, eyeing the way your cunt throbbed and dripped around his dick was too fucking hot to ignore.

You're quick to pick your head up and look back at him. Only to meet his lips smashing against yours in another feverish kiss, swallowing your pretty sounds like a shot of his favorite whiskey.

The agent then pulls away, but just slightly, to softly speak. "Come on Princess, you can give me one more. Can't you?"

Seeing how handsomely disheveled he looks in that navy blue suit- hair messily sticking to his skin, cheeks flushed a wonderful shade of red, plush lips parted to let out his quiet huffs, and those pretty ocean eyes blown with all the love he has for you. Oh yeah, you most certainly accept another round.

You're Leon Scott Kennedy's good girl after all.

[disventure-rewrite-takes]

All Stars rewrite ideas based on what I thought was going to happen when there was only 3 episodes out at the time (sorry for making this so long)

The biggest issue with Tom ghosting Jake and Miriam was going to be that when Miriam had to be taken to the hospital (whatever happened during their vacation together was going to be more serious than they let on), Jake had texted/called Tom about it only to be met with silence (hence why Miriam said to Tom that she thought he would call in episode 3). It would have been interesting if Jake and Miriam talked after this challenge and Jake agreeing with Miriam that if Tom can't even explain himself for not picking up or responding back after her medical scare then it's about time Jake stop having hopes that Tom will ever talk to them at all. Jake would feel some annoyance with Aiden and Tom quickly becoming friends but Jake's beef would solely be on Tom not Aiden. Jake will occasionally look/glare in Tom's direction but restrains himself from talking to him. Would have loved to see Jake blow up at Tom later that the reason why he kept reaching out was not just because of his lingering feelings but because of what happened to Miriam (tying back to how Jake lost both his grandparents and those fears resurfacing because of Miriam's recent medical scare). Jake could have felt hurt by Tom's silence as him not caring about Miriam despite being close during their season.

Grett and Yul were actually going to be a genuine couple. With the look that Yul gave to Grett when she hugged him in episode 2, I was convinced. I thought Yul's storyline would be that although he's still shitty, he is trying to be better not just for his reputation but also for Grett (the cliché that love makes you change) . Also we would have got to learn about Yul's time in the industry and possibly more info about him and his family being north korean defectors (since it was only mentioned once in season 2). For Grett, I thought her storyline would have been about after being on season 1, she faced a lot of negativity and lost weight because of it since Emily did mention that she was getting a lot of negative comments that targeted her appearance. Hell, I saw the potential of them of being one of the best couples we could have had in All Stars (the others being James and Aiden, and Ellie and Gabby). I also could have seen Yul helping Grett overcome the hate she gets by giving her tips on developing thicker skin since he's had more experience, while Grett would push Yul into being a better person and he listens because Yul cares about how Grett sees him.

A possible Jake and Fiore team up after James' elimination since she voted James as well while Hunter and Ally voted for her. I honestly think that it would have been an interesting team up. The two could have opened up to each other about their not so good relationships with their parents. Also with the two being a team, Fiore could have kept Jake focused on the game by easily pointing out any mind games that Alec or Ellie are trying to pull on him while Jake could help Fiore during the physical challenges and stand up for her from the rest of their team so Fiore can be listened to since she's the smartest person on their team and Fiore could come up with ways on how they could win (Fiore knew how to play the game in her season). The two could've had a naive older brother/genius little sister dynamic.

With Aiden and Riya, I had expected much more interaction. With what happened in season 2 it was obvious that Aiden and Riya were going to have tension between them and because of this Aiden would have a rivalry with Riya instead of being pitted against Jake.

Lake being a lesbian would have some focus since she's now free from her arranged marriage and her parents.

Possible breakup between Hunter and Ally. Or having Huntessally finally being canon.

-⚡

we all thought the season would pan out so differently i’m so sick of these people 😭 your ideas with jake and his dynamic with others are great, i wanted him to be mad at tom rather than others so badly, and him and fiore bonding? sign me up!!!

yul and grett being genuine YES!!! i was actually hopeful for their dynamic believe it or not, i thought yul would be redeemed and although the “love changes people” trope is so overdone, it would have suited him. but yul stays yul <//3

also huntessally canon is not a want but a need.

[canonically47]

As a way of saying goodbye to DC, what are your headcanons for where everyone ends up after All Stars?--review anon

ooooo such a cute question!!!!!! tysm for this

yul ends up being cancelled on his socials and he has to start working a regular job, he becomes miserable being yelled at and harassed by customers like he deserves yippee!

riya is also cancelled following the events of DCAS - seriously she CANNOT gain a following after this and she cannot find roles, realistically speaking - but she manages to sustain herself with her prize money for now. however, she does begin job hunting. it goes horrible for her, her digital footprint is too massive to ignore.

ashley continues living her quiet life on the farm with will, occasionally meeting up with lill & nick, as well as with jake, ally, lake and other contestants of DCAS! she even eventually reaches out to season 1 contestants left out, and organizes a get-together for the season 1 cast with everyone :)

ally, hunter & tess all eventually get together after a lot of denial and pining, and co-manage their channels. they become more and more popular, regularly attend cons, & overall just lead the awesome lives they deserve. tess also becomes popular for her art!

lake eventually gets into a qpr & goes to university to study psychology. she keeps in contact with aiden, james and friends she's made on DCAS. she goes on to live with rosa-maria after university, and the two will organize, years later down the line, a meet-up for the cast of season 2, even being kind enough as to invite yul and riya, although neither show up.

miriam gets to enjoy retirement by travelling around the world, sometimes even tagging along with friends, even with the group of james, aiden, lake and rosa-maria. why not :3

james & aiden continue travelling the world together, growing their following on social media, and eventually aiden pursues a career in theatre and earns a lot of success! i mean have you HEARD his VA sing. my god, can he sing.

ellie & gabby lead a happy life with ellie as an artist and gabby carries them with her income by becoming an environmental scientist !!

fiore moves in with alec, alec adopts fiore, and the two unlearn their bad habits together; alec, his bad parenting, and fiore, being this evil gremlin child. she still has her outbursts, but alec stops feeding into this idea that she is a monster or a mistake and pushes her to grow. the two also meet up with some other contestants, and eventually befriend rosa-maria, so she helps a lot with parenting tips :)

grett becomes a gym trainer & fitness influencer and uses her social media platform to encourage and lift up others. my queen

jake and tom begin dating and they talk a lottttttt of things out... and eventually tomjajakeden becomes a thing & they all move in together and it's awesome. tom and aiden aren't dating but the rest of them all are and it's kinda funny actually. tom also realizes he's aroflux and that explains a lot about how his identity has impacted his love life. they're unstoppable

also tom quits his job as a cop and becomes a firefighter instead. and gets an autism diagnosis. also jake gets a BPD diagnosis. and aiden gets a shit ton of piercings. and tom gets fatter. and james also gets a shit ton of piercings. and they're all happy together and they have movie nights and game nights and they love each other a lot

the cast generally meets a lot, the casts even merge at one point despite some of them never having been on DCAS. it's so funny how some of these guys meet. deadass alec and fiore go camping one night only to find they've come at the same camping site as kai and maggy. another time gabellie runs into dan at a bookstore. and so forth. they eventually get a super large groupchat and it's hilarious. they all meet sometimes and they have to book a huge venue it's so funny

also gabgrellie becomes real too why not. i love gabgrellie. grett moves in with them and they're all super cool and awesome and in love

maybe i should write some of these hmmm

[lostxones]

@m0rallygrey

Carsyn had taken advantage of her evening off to go out with friends. Normally, she'd have picked up an extra shift at the diner, knowing the tips were going to help pad her meager savings account but she needed a night off. It's what led her to the corner booth at a bar filled with her friends. "What do you mean more people are coming? We're out of room." She pointed out when Gabby mentioned a few new additions had just parked.

Their friend Jake came through the door followed by someone that Carsyn hadn't met. Her eyes widened slightly, causing Gabby to grin. "That's Reid. He works with Jake," she whispered to Carsyn. "Okay, now everybody squeeze in! Make some room!"

Miraculously, just enough room was made on the ends for the two new members of their get together. Jake took one spot, leaving the spot next to Carsyn open. "Reid! You can sit next to Carsyn," Gabby grinned, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Wow. I am so sorry about her," Carsyn rolled her eyes.

[gabbyellison]

WHO: Gabby & Ryder @owenryder WHEN: Creek Fest 2024

“I paint you, and you can paint me. I think that sounds like a pretty fair deal, especially since you haven’t seen Age of Adaline.” Even regardless of that factor it was an even trade. She didn't actually hold it against him that he hadn't seen the film, even despite her light teasing, it just wasn't something Gabby found herself doing often. Everyone enjoyed different things. "I trust when it's your turn, you'll be kind to me. How've you been?" she asked, picking up a brush and dipping the tip lightly into the provided face paint.

[anexperimentallife]

Look at me rockin' my new mobility aids with accessories! Still waiting for the pads (they take longer to ship to the Philippines--where we live), and I might need to get no-slip tips to make sure I don't fall down on Baguio's slippery slopes. The weightlifting gloves are just to give me palm padding until my actual crutch pads get here.

(Also, Baby El is decorating my crutches with Gabby's Dollhouse and Pokémon stickers lol.)

I'm already too big for a lot of places in the Philippines (even though I'm only like, 5'9 or so and about 175 pounds), and these make those narrow supermarket aisles seem even narrower, but hey--I am in considerably less pain, and don't have to worry about my hip or knee or foot giving out on me!