#i'm excited to watch the movies as well!!!

[sobbingscripter]

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Tim knows it's pretty pathetic to lose his virginity on a dating app but he also knows that tonight's the only night he'll have free time for a good long while.

Which is why he left the cave, barely with a thought in his mind other than to get laid. So much so that he forgets about the communication device stuffed into his ear, since he was, still technically, on duty.

But pussy first.

And besides, he needs to lose it before 20 otherwise he needs to legally change his name to Phil McCrack. The bet being courtesy of Jason, and Tim lets out a huff of a breath, readjusting his hoodie for what could only be the 8th time before he stares up at the door of your apartment.

Homemade dinner, a movie and sex.

That's all that's on the itinerary for tonight.

A jittery hand lifts and Tim pensively knocks on the pinewood. Anxious, excited, all the same but the preparedness seems to melt away when you pull open the door, hair pulled back and eyes staring up at him, and Tim swallows. Loud.

He's not prepared.

He isn't prepared at all.

You don't look like your picture.

You catfished him.

Your eyes are brighter in real life, he gets to watch the sweet smile take place on your lovely face, instead of just being limited to it being captured in pixels and he gets to see the way your head tilts at him, carefully giving him a once over before you step out of the way, letting him into the cozy apartment.

He's more nervous than he'd like to let on.

Tim wipes his palms on his sweatpants, shifting awkwardly on his feet before following you into the kitchen, watching intently as you slip on oven mitts, pulling out the cast iron tray from the oven and Tim stares at the large, homemade pizza.

Overflowing cheese, sweet red sauce peeking out along the crusts and pepperoni scattered so generously. And he lets out a shaky breath.

"It looks really good." Tim compliments softly, looking down at you with those pretty eyes as you give him a sweet smile, slicing the pizza into 8, setting 4 slices on his plate and 4 on yours.

"4 slices?" Tim questions softly and you simply nod your head.

"I can't take your virginity and send you home hungry. That's just a dick move."

Tim plants himself on the cushion next to you, sneakers discarded at the door, sock-covered feet tucked beneath him as he eats, occasionally glancing towards you but ultimately keeping his gaze on the TV.

He doesn't wanna ask about the ad about the lady in the corner of the screen, a Matilda that feels lonely.

"You're a lot more quiet than I'd think." You hum softly, your voice breaking the peaceful yet awkward silence, and you glance at Tim from the corner of your eye. He likes the way you watch him.

Like a bug under a microscope and he shifts in his seat, the fabric of his sweatpants pulling tight against some parts of his lean muscles as he makes himself more comfortable.

"I'm... Not really sure how this works. In all the things I've seen... It's usually just like, a meet and... Well, you know." Tim awkwardly shifts again, taking another bite of his pizza and his lashes flutter at the peppery cheese that fills his mouth and absentmindedly, you reach forward, wiping a smudge of cheese away from the corner of his mouth.

And Tim's heart rate skyrockets.

"Well, if you don't feel comfortable at the end of the night, we don't have to do anything. I'm not gonna force you." You reassure him sweetly, licking the cheese from your thumb before you continue eating, your attention on the cartoon in front of you. And Tim nods his head, muttering a soft 'okay' before he continues eating.

Tugging the edge of his hoodie down to hide his downright throbbing cock, and he tries to continue eating, chewing with the occasional glance at your expression.

Lips glistening with the sheen of fatty food, your cheeks puffed with the way you eat and tresses framing your face in the prettiest way. You've got such... Distinct features, perfect lips and the slope of your nose makes him groan inwardly at the thought of your nose tucked in the fleshy spot between the base of his cock and his full, almost swollen balls. The way you'd inhale his musk, dragging your tongue along the sensitive flesh.

And Tim coughs.

Desperate to clear away those thoughts and he looks back at his plate. He's only managed to put away 2 and a half slices, whereas your plate's empty.

And something about that, just makes his cock twitch, a thick bead of precum rolling down his base and he feels the way it forms a wet spot on his boxers.

"So, you said you're in college?" Tim hums, elbows braced on the countertop, his attention locked on yours as you indulge in his caffeine addiction as though you've done it a million times before. Practiced motions, a lowered gaze as you move around your kitchen with the comfort he's only ever seen Alfred hold in a kitchen but his gaze remains locked on your hands.

Dainty and manicured nails grasping a froggy mug, your nails tapping against the glazed ceramic as you stir, the muscles in your forearm flexing ever so slightly and Tim's surprised when he doesn't paint the inside of his boxers at the sight of your tongue running across your teeth when you place the mug in front of him.

"Yeah, I'm in college. I'm doing a literature degree." You state with a sweet hum, opening a cabinet and pulling out a bag of cookies, opening it up and placing it between the two of you.

Your kitchen isn't lit too brightly, downlights that have a dimmer switch that sets the room in a lovely, low light. Intimate and sweet, as you take a bite of a cookie, crumbs dotting your lips before you swipe your tongue across your bottom lip.

And the action is downright sinful.

Devious.

Malicious.

Nefarious.

The list goes on and on.

"You said you intern at Wayne Enterprises?" You hum softly, and Tim nods his head, taking a sip of his coffee and God, his cock's twitching as the taste burns his tongue in the best way possible.

Rich, earthy with the strongest aroma.

Tim's barely paying attention as you speak, his eyes locked on your pouty and perfect lips as you speak before he interjects.

"I'm ready for sex, please."

The desperate quiver in his voice, alongside the abruptness, makes you let out a snort of laughter. "Are you ready... Like... Biologically?" You question, your head tilting in that way that makes his mind melt and he nods sheepishly.

"Yeah. I've been ready for almost 2 hours."

"Shit, shit, shit." Tim's chest heaves, his long, inky lashes fluttering as he feels the way you stroke him so sweetly, your hand wrapped around his flared base, lips pressing sloppy kisses all along his glistening cock. Beads of precum drip down, pooling at his heavy sack and Tim's elegant digits card through your hair, undoing your hairtie and sliding the vibrant red elastic on his wrist, opting for playing with your hair instead.

And Tim's sure he's fucking dying when you're wrapping those soft, plush lips around his flushed tip, beads of translucent fluid filling your tongue and your hand continues to squeeze his base, his hips jerking and twitching. And Tim lets out a breath, moans slipping past his lips as his back arches.

"Fuck, that's so good..." Tim stutters, his plump, pink bottom lip between his teeth to stop the sounds.

And Tim's eyes widen, his head tossing back and he lets out that deep, loooong groan as his fingers fist your hair.

Your mouth leaves his cock, slobbers of saliva coating his tip before you fist it, your soft palms rolling over the sensitive flesh as you gently stroke his cock, the ball of your nose pressed against his cock as your tongue curls against the swell of his balls.

And Tim pushes your face deeper, forcing you to inhale that musky, smoky scent that makes you so dizzy, your cunt throbbing between your pressed together thighs. And he whimpers sheepishly.

"God, keep— keep doing that, please..."

Tim begs so sweetly, feeling the way you thumb at his slit, forcing out gooey beads of clear as you tilt your head, tongue curling around his sack and Tim feels his cock twitch. Before he whines, swatting at your hand before he urges you to pull away.

"I— I'm gonna come too quickly if—... If you keep doing that..." Tim's ears burn with embarassment, cock twitching and leaking copious amounts of precum and you let out a soft snort of laughter.

"I don't mind." You reassure softly, leaning upwards to press a sweet kiss against the curve of his jaw.

"It's your first time. You don't have to impress me."

Tim doesn't know how to answer that, simply shifting and scooting back, while you find purchase straddling one of his thighs, clothed cunt grinding against the thick muscle, hard and rigid beneath you as you gently stroke his cock.

Tim leans back on his palms, his head tipping back as you press soft, lingering kisses against the soft, milky skin of his neck. Your kisses are wet, sticky with his precum and your saliva, your hand moving to card through his obsidian strands, while the other traces along the bulging veins of his cock.

It's too much.

Too much.

Too much.

And Tim whines, nails digging into the sheets and creasing the pale green comforters beneath his palms as his hips jerk, jets of pearly cum making a mess of your hand and you smear the creaminess all around his cock.

Tim doesn't know what to do.

If he's supposed to pull your hand away, if he's supposed to cry, if sex is supposed to be the next step but tears are forming on his lash line, his face flushing and sweat forcing strands of his bangs to cling to his forehead.

And he whimpers so sweetly when you pull your hand away from him, pressing the sweetest kiss against his temple before pushing his hair out of his face.

"Where do you want me?" You ask him softly, tongue trailing along the shell of Tim's ear and he shivers, biting his bottom lip to stifle that shaky breath.

"On top... Please."

Tim's basically a pillow princess.

Hands bracketing your hips, fingers digging into the fat and his eyes remain locked on where your perfect pussy swallows his length, slick and squelchy sounds ringing out alongside the ambience of the Gotham city rain.

"Fuck, you're so tight."

Tim groans softly, brows knitting into a pinched frown and his eyes lift, brilliant and teary diamond blue eyes stare, gaze locked on the sight of your chest, bouncing in tandem with the your hips bounce. The fleshy globes of your ass repeatedly smack against his thighs, the warmth of your cunt fits him snugly and he whines underneath you.

You're warm. You're tight. You're so wet, and your slick drips down his veins with each grind of your hips.

"You're so fucking deep..." You breathe out with a moan, breathy voice and hazy eyes because you didn't expect him to stretch you out this good.

And Tim doesn't know what sort of sick, twisted mist blankets his brain, but the drool that trickles down his lips do nothing to cool him from the lusty heat that urges him to lean forward, his tongue dragging along one of your pert buds and the action pulls tingles from your brain. You lean forward, one hand moving to grab the headboard, nails leaving scratches along the painted wood as your hips grind and roll.

Tim's hips are weak as they thrust up into you, uncoordinated and sloppy, so weak as his entire mind is consumed with the action of his tongue swirling and teasing your nipples. He's drooling, slobbering all across your chest but the sloppiness of his motions just makes him more endearing.

"Ohhh, you're so fucking pretty." You croon to him gently, fingers scratching at his hair and tugging him closer to your chest.

The air between the two of you are charged with the sense of sexual tension being explored, alongside sticky and messy sex, and the smell of coffee on your mingled breaths. And Tim doesn't waste time pulling away from your oversensitive and abused nipples, before leaning forward, his tongue meeting yours in a heated kiss that would leave pornstars envious of the amateurish moments.

Hands paw at the fat of your ass and fingertips dig into whatever flesh they can find, and Tim's eyes roll back in his head when your hips roll, the tip of his cock buried in your gummy walls while his shaft is exposed to steamy air of your bedroom.

Tim feels the way his cock throbs, slick and precum mixing into a debauched cocktail that leaves his pelvis glistening in a sheen that matches your pretty cunt, pillowy pussy lips glossy with the mess.

"Fuck me harder— shit, fuck me harder." Tim whimpers and whines, his attention lowering to the way your hips slam down on his, and he feels like the air's being pulled out of his lungs. Especially with the way gummy walls pull him in, all the way to the depths of your cunny.

Tim can barely form a coherent thought when you turn around, your back facing him and he gets to watch that devious arch from up close and he gets to watch the fat of your ass bounce off his hips. And it's... Hypnotic.

It leaves him wondering if your ass is sentient and Tim's hands move to grip the plump cheeks, spreading them apart to watch the way you take him all the way. And his eyes lift just a bit, and he's staring that pretty, neat and puckered hole down. Before he bites his bottom lip, turning his attention towards you for the briefest moment but you're too cockdrunk to have a coherent thought in your head.

And he licks his thumb, covering the pudgy digit in saliva before he begins to circle the furled rim and he nearly screams at the way you clamp down on him.

And you're coming before you even fucking know it, bucking like a wild, desperate horse, your hips rolling like you're on a mechanical bull and Tim's finger slips past the threshold.

And he's fucking you.

He's found himself on his knees, your face pushed into the mattress and your back arched so sluttily as you let him rut into you mindlessly, one hand pressing down at the middle of your back, forcing your arch to deepen.

Your hair's a mess, tangled and lips are parted and letting out the sluttiest whines and praises.

And Tim's finally found something better than his top three wants in life:

Cracking a case.

Coffee.

Bruce's approval.

And he's finding that better thing in the most unorthodox of ways: rearranging the insides of a college girl two years older than him. Bullying his fat cock into your sloppy cunt as praises pour from your lips, your words so honeyed and your pussy so syrupy.

"Good boy."

"Fuck me harder."

"Just like that."

All push him towards the edge and Tim's hips become frantic, blunt nails digging into your hips as he nears his orgasm at a rate that makes his body shiver and shudder, skin prickling with goosebumps and droplets of sweat running down his muscles.

"Where do I—"

"Anywhere you want."

And Tim's hips stutter, cum filling your cunt to the brim and his hips twitch, using you to milk him empty before pulling out and he falls back against the headboard, hazy eyes watching the way pearly cum trickles down your folds, pooling between your knees.

"You know...." You pant softly. "I didn't know you had a hearing aid..."

You shift, moving to sit on your haunches before turning to face Tim, plopping down and your naked form melts against his, and his arms fold over you on instinct.

"What— what... do you mean?" He murmurs lazily and you reach up, tapping the device in his ear.

Shit.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

"Good job, Red Robin."

"Yeah, Tim." Jason snickers. "Keep doing a good job. Just. Like. That."

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[jybyls]

Haunted feelings || T.C

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Synopsis: Fear turned out to bring out hidden feelings. (Thanks @darkpoetdreamer for the idea)

Warnings: Fluff, strangers to friends (?) to friends to lovers, haunted house, bad writing, not proofread, I think that's all.

Words: 2.3k

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Sam, Chad, Tara, and you were sitting in the living room, bored to death. You had no ideas of what you could possibly do, so you were all just minding your business on your side. Well, I'm not really minding your own business. You kept glancing up at Tara every now and then.

You wanted to talk to her but you didn't know what about, it's not like you guys weren't friends, actually you guys were basically best friends but lately it's been oddly hard to act normal around her and you couldn't figure out why. Yes, you did not use your brain on that one.

"Guys !! I have plans !" Mindy exclaimed as she ran into the living room, almost slipping down. Y'all looked at her excited frame, wondering what she had in mind, "What, Mindy ? Wanna do a horror movie marathon ?" Chad mocked his twin sister, which only led to her giving him a dirty look. You slightly giggled at the scene in front, looking at Mindy to hear her answer.

"Don't say this. I might consider it." She said and that ended up with all of you screaming 'no' because you're sick and tired of watching the same horror movies Mindy propose, "No, please, let's not consider that as an option of a plan. What was your main idea ?" Tara spoke up, but your brain didn't listen.

It just went, 'blah, blah, blah, proper name, place name, background stuff..' Safe to say you're a simp. It didn't go unnoticed by Sam. Her older sister sense has been tingling toward you for a moment now.

She definitely knows something is up with her sister and you. She kept her suspicion to herself, tho.

"Will you all shut up and listen to me ? My plan is to visit a haunted house. Y'all are down, or are you too afraid to follow me ?" Mindy exclaimed with a teasing tone, taunting you to follow her in her amazing idea.

"If we don't agree to come with you, you won't go. You're too afraid to go by yourself, that's why you're asking us." Sam, more than calmly, explained her point, which was true, but the shorter twin would never admit it. "That's not the point ! Are you coming or what ?" She shouted, distracting you from Sam's words. You all laughed at her.

"You know what ? Fuck it." Tara said, "Where's that haunted house of yours, anyway ?" The younger Carpenter mocked her friend, not really believing that place existed. "It's down town." Mindy grimaced and Tara reciprocated it, "Very mature of you, girls." You sarcastically said before standing up to get your jacket. They watched you with a dumbfounded look on their face.

"Well ? We're going or not ?" You asked. The twin immediately smiled and screamed, "YES ! Let's go, bitches." And with that everyone is outside, walking to that haunted house. Chad and Mindy were in the front, arguing, Sam was right behind them, not even listening to their faded words, while Tara and you were awkwardly walking next to each other.

You quickly became friends when she moved to New York. You were going to the same college and had the same classes most of the time. You didn't know Tara's story, you didn't know what she experienced, well, at the beginning of your school year you didn't even know who was this Carpenter girl and why was everyone whispering stuff about her and her apparently psychotic sister.

You didn't really care, tho, you thought it wasn't your problem until one morning in your English class your teacher assigned the class for a group project and you got teamed up with Tara. Everyone's eyes were on both of you, but again, you didn't care. You didn't know her, how could you judge her ?

By the end of this class, you came to the conclusion that you liked her. She wasn't mean, like students said. She was actually sweet. She did come up strong at first, but how could you blame her when the whole world wouldn't listen to her until she had nothing left to say ? Well, you couldn't.

You couldn't blame her for anything. And you felt like that when you just met her, so it's safe to say that now that you're down baf for her, it made it impossible to blame her.

Even with her trauma and her sister's advices for some reasons she trusted you. She quickly opened up to you and talked about what happened to her in Wosboro. She talked about Ambet, her sister, her parents, everything. You know everything about her, and you took care of that information. Obviously, you trusted her equally.

You told her everything she needed and wanted to know about you. And ever since you never left each other's side. Eventually, Sam learned to appreciate you, and so did the twins. Oddly enough, everyone agreed with Tara when she suggested that she should be part of the group.

It's been three mot hs now that you're part of the group, and they can all easily say that they like you a lot. You're trusted, and your company is always more than welcome.

You've currently all arrived at the so-called haunted house, holding you phones up with the flash lights on because of the darkness inside. Tara and you stayed close to each other, Sam was behind the two of you while Chad and Mindy were walking to the front, but they quickly backed up with a jump once they heard a noise.

"Did you hear that ?!" Minday whispered-yelled to all of you with a hint of dramatist, "Yes, I fucking did ! What was that ?" Her brother answered with the same tone. "It's the floor." The short brunette rolled her eyes at their dramatist, "It's cracking." You continued, slightly laughing at their reactions.

They huffed, "Yeah. No, yeah, we knew. We were trying to scare you guys." The boy answered with fake confidence, trying to stand taller. "Sure." Sam tried to hold back her mocking smile. You and Tara weren't has strong tho, not only were you mockingly smiling but also directly laughing at them, shamelessly making fun of their sudden fear.

The twins rolled their eyes, huffing again but eventually gave up. They knew they couldn't win with Tara as an enemy. The brunette might be small, but God knows she can and will bite back. With no mercy whatsoever.

You all walked, trying to call in any spirit, but obviously, nothing happened. The scariest thing you saw was a drawing of penis probably made by some teenage boys who found this place before you. The twins kept getting scared by random noises, and they also kept claiming not to be, which was quite ridiculous but strangely funny. It gives Sam something else she can mock them about, and that's enough to make this woman content.

Midnight suddenly hit your watch. You wanted to go home. However, you didn't want to ruin everyone's fun, so you stayed quiet. You lazily follow your friends around. Your mind was far away, thinking about a thousand different things but mostly one thing. Actually, one person. Your best friend, Tara Carpenter. This girl has been haunting all your thoughts.

At first you believed it was nothing, 'It's just because she's my new best friend. That's why I'm always thinking about her.' You told yourself, trying to get some sort of reassurance even tho you knew you were lying to yourself.

Because you knew damn well you're not supposed to think about what your best friend's lips taste like, neither are you supposed to think about her hands on your body and yours on hers. But since you didn't want to ruin your friendship with her, you closed your mouth.

Whenever you felt like telling her she looked pretty, you didn't. Or you'd just say something like, 'cool outfit' or 'cute haircut', when in reality you wish you could tell her how stunning she looks, how you can barely brung yourself to believe that she's real because of her beauty. You wanted to ramble about how much you loved her freckles, how you wanted to kiss every single one of them.

But you couldn't. That was the best you could do. Small, furtive compliments. You were to fucking scared to say too much and risking making her uncomfortable. Or worst disgusted by you. That'd be the end of your world. And your world resolve around her so it's easy to say that if she rejects you in any way you'd be a heartbroken mess.

Little did you know that the girl you were crazy about was head over heals for you. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, she barely even admitted to herself to began with but damn was she down bad for you.

She didn't want to say anything by fear of ruining your friendship. You were so dear to her she would never forgive herself for losing you. So instead of trying any kind of move on you she decided to stay quiet and cherish every second she gets to spend with you.

"Can we head back home or do you still want to walk around like idiots ?" Sam spoke up, clearly tired of this little adventure. You immediately nodded, "Yes, let's go home. I'm getting tired of this." Tara followed you, "Yeah, we're going home." Mindy whined however she agreed.

"Alright, alright. Let's go home. This place's a dump anyway." Chad led the way out of the building, Mindy on the other was terribly disappointed. She wanted to see a ghost or any spirit so badly but nothing happened. Sad for her, but good for all of you because it meant you could head home with a quiet Mindy.

The walk back home was full of teasing against the upset girl who kept huffing and rolling her eyes. You and Tara didn't participate much to the teasing since you shared earplugs with your shared playlist blasting in your ears. To make sure the earplugs wouldn't fall you stayed close to each other, your fingers brushing against one another. Your heartbeat went faster as you hardly blushed, thanks to the darkness it wasn't visible to anyone.

You hesitated for a moment before taking all your courage and interviewing your pinky with hers. You were about to pull away but she was faster to react, squeezing your pinky with hers. You looked down at your hand, a shy smile appeared on your face. You bit your inside cheek, trying to suppress your smile as you looked in front of you.

Beside you Tara was shamelessly smiling, evidently happy about what just happened. Neither of you spoke a word, the simple yet loving gesture meant more than anything.

The older Carpenter had a suspicious look on her face when she saw you and her sister hurrying upstairs the second everyone got home. She trusted you enough not to worry about anything, but her older sister instinct was hitting like crazy. She knew something was going to happen in this room. And she wasn't wrong.

You closed the door behind you as Tara connected her phone to her speaker, soft music was playing in her room. You sat on the chair of her desk while she sat on her bed. For a short time neither of you spoke, enjoying the calm music until Tara broke the slight awkwardness of this moment. "I think we need to talk." Her tone was eripus which cause you to panicked, "What-? What about ?" You faintly stuttered, your eyes widened a little bit. "About what happened earlier." She knew she was making you panick and this brat was savouring it.

You were overthinking like crazy, 'Did she just held my pinky by politeness ?', 'Did I make her uncomfortable ?', 'Oh my god. Did I just loose my best friend ?' Were one of the few questions that went through your brain when she mentioned what happened some minutes ago.

You shakingly breathed out, "What about it ?" You anxiously fidgeted with your rings, waiting for her answer but your mouth had other plans. "Did you not like it ? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I really didn't mean to. It's the last I ever want to do. I love you too much for that."

Fuck.

Maybe you should learn to think before speaking in anxious situations. You both froze at your final words. You tried to speak again but nothing came out of your mouth. Oh, you definitely screwed it.

"You love me ? Like love me, love me ?" Tara asked but again you couldn't find any words to answer so you just nodded. She was dumbfounded. She didn't know how to react. She dreamt of this moment but never expected it to actually occur.

A long silence came between you, even the music couldn't make the situation less awkward. You were so incredibly ashame. You felt like you were burning. You finally found some words, "I should go. I'm sorry." You stood up however it wasn't in Tara's plan to let you go anytime soon. "No, no. Sit back down." Her tone was enough to make you melt. You listened without thinking twice, sitting back down on your chair.

The brunette shook her head and tapped the empty place next to her on her bed, quietly telling to sit next to her. You understood her command and moved to sit next to her.

As soon as you were next to her, her hand found yours. "You didn't make it uncomfortable. Yes, I liked it. And I love you too." She gently whispered, her soft smiled grew on her face, "Like love me, love me ?" You murmured, you barely had the strength to find your voice. The whole thing was unbelievable.

Tara chuckled then nodded, "Like, love you, love you." She nudged your shoulder which caused you to follow her chuckle. "How long have you liked me for ?" You quietly asked, "For too long. So what do you say we stop waiting, hm ?" She smirked as she looked at you. You instantly nodded, "Yeah, that sounds great." You smiled, squeezing her hand.

Waiting this long was worth it, you're finally with the one you love.

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A/n: Rushed end because I'm tired. This was supposed to be a Halloween fic- my bad lol. Have a good day/night. I hope you forgive me for how bad this is. Love y'all <3

[oracle-of-dream]

Climbing the Corporate Ladder

Summary: You've been struggling at the bottom of the food chain in your job for a while now. You need to get higher to get somewhere in life. You'd need some leverage on one of your superiors. With a friend's help, you'll get what you're looking for...

Notes: Male Reader, Business Enhypen, References to Vesselsoft (Enhypen lore), No smut for Ni-ki, Swearing, Dubious consent

Monday, July 5th, 8:45 AM

In the break room, you sat alone. The sound of the expensive coffee machine whirred in the background. It's been over a year since you started working at Vesselsoft Production Company. You've been a customer service intern since you started and every time you'd spoken to one of your superiors about a promotion they blew you off.

"Oh, we're not looking to promote anyone right now."

"Promotions might come soon, I'll watch for your file."

"I'm sure it'll come anytime soon. It's just gotta pass through the right channels. Be patient."

You'd heard it all at this point. It was fucking irritating.

You sighed into your mug of hot chocolate. The taste of rich coffee never settled on your tongue right. Sometimes you'd drink coffee to stay awake during meetings–but if you had to drink it you would put in so much milk and sugar it was basically chocolate ice cream.

Your silence was interrupted by the door opening; Ni-ki entered the room. He started a year before you did, convinced you to apply for the company, and even recommended you. You were in the customer service department before he was promoted to Engineer. He advanced quickly and became a Senior Engineer before his second year ended.

"Y/n, good morning," His morning voice vibrated in his throat. Ni-ki wasn't much of a morning person, but with his position, he didn't need to come in so early anymore.

"Oh, good morning, Ni-ki. What are you doing here so early?"

The tall man walked to the coffee machine and pressed a few buttons. "You didn't hear? There's supposed to be employee reviews in a few hours." The coffee machine hummed as it produced his drink. "This could be your chance to get promoted."

You rolled your eyes, trying not to get too excited. "I've gotten my hopes up too many times already. I'll never get promoted at this rate." You sank into your chair.

Ni-ki sat in a nearby chair. "Don't be like that. You just need to get management to notice you. And customer service has the most people in its department, so you need to do something big."

"How do I do something big in customer service?"

Ni-ki shrugged. "I don't know. Come up with some huge ideas to improve?"

You shook your head. "There's no time for that... Maybe a soft bribe–like buying them a cake?"

Ni-ki scoffed. "You'll never get away with that one. The board has some of the heads of the company, even if you manage to bribe one the others might not take it."

"Which departments?"

He took a sip of coffee while he thought. "Marketing, Facilities, International Development, and Programming. I think the CFO is also coming to town."

Your eyes bulged at the last one. "The fucking CFO is here!?"

You knew the CFO to be a pretty particular guy. Heeseung, the CFO, gave your interview personally when you joined the company. He exuded a presence that was like no other. It was clear he had a preference for pretty guys in his departments. Almost all the staff were at least decent-looking, but the department leads were all gorgeous. With Heeseung at the top, of course.

You slumped over, accepting your misery. "I'm fucking cooked, Ni-ki. There's no way I'll get the executives to promote me, much less notice me."

Ni-ki chuckled as he slapped you on the back. "Well, there's nothing more I can do." He chuckled a little harder.

"What the fuck is so funny?"

Between laughs, Ni-ki breathed out. "This sounds like the start of one of those sucky romance movies. You end up fucking one of your bosses, and then you have to cover it up."

You punched him for the lack of support. "I–" You stopped before you could scold him. "...Now hear me out."

Ni-ki stopped laughing. "Wait, I was joking. That's a horrible idea."

"If I get caught."

"Who would you even go for? None of those people even know you like that."

"Not true! The Customer Service department has weekly meetings with the Marketing department. I've met their manager a few times."

"Sunoo? And how will you sleep with him in a few hours."

You scrambled to think of something while swiping through your phone and clicked on a few promising links before stopping on one. "I can go to a pharmacy and get this!" You showed your phone to him.

"Sexual stimulants? You're going to drug an executive?"

"Don't say it like that! If I get him to take them and then make a pass at him, he won't be able to handle it. I'll just need to buy a bit of time."

"And, how will you do that?" Ni-ki's expression went from concern to curiosity. He wanted to see how crazy you were because no normal person would think of a plan like this.

"Well, it's baking outside right now. The meetings would be delayed if there's a small electrical error. Right?"

He shrugged.

"If I can get the air conditioning off, that should buy me more time. And, maybe make Sunoo even more willing to... listen to my offer."

"I feel like you know my next question."

"Right, right. How?" You scrolled through the company directory. "Him. This guy! Sunghoon," You pointed to a stoic-faced man with pale skin and sharp eyebrows. "He joined around the same time I did. We're kinda friends–and he's the associate director of facilities. He could mess with the system!"

Ni-ki sat there, astonished you could spin this.

"And I could charm him a bit. He seemed a little... into me when we first met."

"Into you? So you're gonna fuck Sunghoon and Sunoo for a promotion."

You nodded fervently. "It's super simple! And, you're gonna be my partner in crime."

Ni-ki put his hands up. "I am not having sex with you."

"No, idiot. You're gonna help me get to Sunghoon and Sunoo without getting caught. Please!" You grabbed his arm as you put on the biggest puppy dog eyes.

"You know what? Fine. I'll help. But, you have to help me."

"Done."

"You're gonna fuck one more person."

"Okay, hold on..."

"You already agreed."

"That was before–"

"Just listen." Ni-ki cut you off with a glare. "I need you to get a Senior Programmer off my back. His name is Jungwon, and he's also a part of the employee review team. So he's a part of your plan."

"My plan was to get one member of the board, not two."

"I don't care. Then just aim for Jungwon then or no help from me."

"How am I even going to get close to him?"

Ni-ki smiled. "I'll handle that. You just... start your plan with Sunghoon." You groaned as Ni-ki stood up. His smile was almost devilish as he started plotting. He left the break room with a wave. "Don't forget to run to the store and get your supplies." He winked as the door shut behind him.

Now you were stuck in motion. Ni-ki was already putting his plan in motion. You couldn't back out now. With the time before the office opened, you rushed to a nearby store to get all you needed. A small bottle of lube, condoms, sexual stimulants, and a few other materials just in case.

It's time to get to work...

[malikat24601]

“I’m nervous, man,” Eddie confessed, finding it easier to talk now that Steve’s heavy gaze wasn’t on him. “So nervous. Like… I’ve never done this before. Hook ups I understand, sex is easy, but romance? What’s a guy like me supposed to do with that? ”

Steve had dropped hands from his face and had relaxed into Eddie’s side, pressed there together on the mattress, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. His eyes were closed and he looked deep in thought. Eddie waited, watching him curiously out of the corner of his eye, wondering what advice he would give. What came next out of Steve’s mouth was nothing that Eddie had been expecting. “If it were me, if I were the guy, Eds, I know what I would do if I were the one lucky enough to take you out on a date,” he began softly, voice like velvet. Eddie wanted to wrap himself up in the sound, feel it drag all along his body, live there forever. “First, I’d pick you up,” Steve continued, weaving his words like a spell. “Is whatshisname picking you up or are you meeting him?” “Meeting him.” “Hmm,” Steve hummed, the corners of his lips pulling down in displeasure. “That’s his first mistake. I would pick you up, would want to make you feel special. Meet you at your door, walk you to the car. Take care of you. Bring you a little gift — flowers maybe, to make you laugh, candy because you’re sweet.” “Chocolate?” Eddie asked, perking up. He loved candy. “You’re so predictable.” “SweeTarts, a whole bag of ‘em,” Steve countered, smile tugging at his lips in the most delicious way, a smile that only Eddie got to see. “Because you’re not that sweet, Munson.” Eddie laughed, delighted. This sweet and sour, this push and pull, this ability of Steve’s to meet Eddie right where he was and give as good as he got lit up some part of his brain that no one else could touch, and it was frighteningly addicting. He wanted more, always more. “And then, Steve?” “What’s the date tonight, dinner and a movie you said? And you say I’m predictable. Ok. I’d take you to a place I knew well for dinner, something older, more established and out of the way so we wouldn’t be fighting the crowd. Someplace dark, with tight little corner booths, perfect for close talking, and closer sitting. You and me, pressed up together in the flickering candlelight, reading from the same menu. I’d order you a cocktail, an old fashioned — sweet, because I know you like it, and whiskey because it always warms you up, makes your face flush the prettiest pink.” “Oh,” Eddie breathed, his pulse picking up in the strangest way, laughter fading from his lips.

AAHHHHHH!!! My beloved @ladydarklord made a podfic of my fic SweetTart JUST IN TIME FOR VALENTINE'S DAY (I'm so generous to share my bday gift with the masses.) I'm so excited for this, errrrbody please listen and enjoy 🖤🖤🖤😭

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62984737

[nicnak20]

Little bump:

*Nicholas loves Yn's baby bump.*

The sun, a familiar friend, streamed through the large windows of their cozy beach house, painting stripes of gold across the hardwood floor. Nicholas, his dark brown hair slightly tousled from sleep, watched Yn as she moved about the kitchen, a gentle smile permanently etched on his face these days. She was humming softly, her movements fluid and graceful, even with the adorable curve of her baby bump preceding her.

Nicholas loved watching her. Loved the way she furrowed her brow in concentration when measuring ingredients for their breakfast smoothies, loved the way she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, loved the way her eyes, a warm and inviting brown mirror to his own, sparkled with an inner joy that mirrored his own. But these days, his gaze was invariably drawn downwards, to the miraculous life blossoming within her.

He was obsessed, undeniably, unabashedly, obsessed with Yn's baby bump.

It wasn't a creepy or intrusive obsession. It was born of pure, unadulterated wonder and love. He found himself constantly reaching out, his hand hovering just an inch above her stomach as if afraid to disturb the precious cargo. He'd steal glances at it in the grocery store, trace its gentle curve under her clothes while they watched movies, and spend endless minutes just talking to it, whispering silly songs and promises of a future filled with love and laughter.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Yn said, turning with a bright smile and two smoothies in hand. "You're staring again."

Nicholas chuckled, a warm, rumbling sound. "Can you blame me? It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Yn blushed, a delicate pink bloom on her cheeks. "You're going to spoil this baby rotten before it's even born."

"That's the plan," he confirmed, accepting the smoothie and taking a long sip. "Speaking of which," he added, placing his hand gently on her stomach, "Good morning, little one! Did you sleep well?"

Yn laughed, a melodic sound that always made his heart soar. "Nicholas, you know it can't understand you yet, right?"

"Maybe not," he conceded, "But it can feel the love. And I have a lot of that to give." He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her bump. "So much love."

His obsession was endearing, but Yn couldn't deny that it was also…a lot. Sometimes, she felt like she was competing with the bump for his attention. He'd ask the baby how it was feeling before asking her, he'd rub lotion on her stomach for an hour while she sat and read, feeling slightly neglected.

One evening, as they were getting ready for bed, Nicholas was, once again, engrossed in his bump-related activities. He was lying on his back, Yn's head resting on his chest, his hand gently stroking her stomach.

"Do you think it can hear us now?" he murmured, his gaze fixed on the slight swell beneath her pajamas.

"Probably," Yn replied, trying to inject a note of levity into her voice. "Though I'm sure it's getting tired of hearing about how much you love it more than me."

Nicholas immediately sat up, concern etched on his face. "Yn, is everything alright?"

She sat up too, pulling the covers around her. "It's just…you're so focused on the baby. I know it's important, and I love that you're so excited, but I feel like I'm fading into the background a little."

Nicholas’ brow furrowed. He hadn't realized he was making her feel that way. He was so caught up in the miracle of their growing family, he hadn't considered how it might be affecting her. He reached for her hand, his touch gentle and apologetic.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry," he said, his voice laced with sincerity. "That's the last thing I ever want to do. You are everything to me, Yn. You always have been, and you always will be. This baby is a part of us both, a symbol of our love, but it doesn't diminish my love for you. It only amplifies it."

He pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her in a comforting embrace. "I promise I'll be more mindful," he whispered. "You are my priority, Yn. You and our little one."

Yn leaned into his embrace, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. She knew he loved her, knew he would never intentionally hurt her. Sometimes, though, he just needed a little reminder.

Over the next few weeks, Nicholas made a conscious effort to balance his adoration for the baby with his affection for Yn. He still talked to the bump, still rubbed her stomach, but he also made sure to carve out time just for them. They went on long walks along the beach, hand in hand, talking about their hopes and dreams for the future. He cooked her favorite meals, pampered her with massages, and reminded her, every single day, how much he loved her.

He also started including her in his conversations with the baby. Instead of just talking to the bump, he would address them both, sharing stories about their life together and expressing his excitement about the new chapter they were about to embark on.

One afternoon, as they lay on the couch, Yn reading a book and Nicholas gently stroking her stomach, she felt a distinct kick.

"Nicholas!" she exclaimed, grabbing his hand and placing it on the spot. "Did you feel that?"

Nicholas' eyes widened in amazement. "Oh my god, I did!" He leaned in closer, his voice filled with awe. "Hey there, little one! That was a strong kick! Are you saying hello to your daddy?"

He felt another kick, even stronger this time. Yn laughed, a joyful, unrestrained sound.

"I think it likes you," she said, her eyes sparkling with affection.

Nicholas looked at her, his heart overflowing with love. "I think it likes us both."

He knew he would never stop being fascinated by the miracle growing inside her, but he also understood that his love for Yn was the foundation upon which their family was built. His obsession with the bump was an extension of that love, a testament to the incredible woman she was and the incredible journey they were on together.

He kissed her forehead, his heart filled with a profound sense of gratitude. He had everything he could ever want, right here in his arms. His beautiful Yn, their precious baby, and a future filled with endless love and possibilities. The sun, still streaming through the windows, seemed to shine a little brighter, illuminating the path ahead. He was ready. They were ready. The bump was ready. And that, he knew, was all that mattered.

[davidayer]

omg, daphne! thank you for tagging me in yet another exciting round of jake!boys and their potential prompts! i'd say i'm pretty happy about who i rolled on (except for one lmao jk... kinda 😒). anyways, i'm back with my weirdo vague writing, wahoo!! lets go! happy valentines! 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💞

Holden Worther - A Double Feature at the Drive -In Movie Theater

Holden had been spending most of his time escaping into his books whenever he didn't have someone in his checkout line as way to hold onto his sanity in the prison known as Retail Rodeo. Most days he was ready to fall into a story and let it whisk him away from the soul-crushing dullness of his job and other days he was content to stand there and simply rot away as he stare emotionless into the void.

Life was a unimaginative chore, something he deemed not worth his time. It made him contemplate coming into work and going postal just to spice it up. That was until something interesting did happen.

Joe the Bread Man came in on schedule with crates of fresh loaves to replace the old on the shelves and had a new helper in tow.

It was rare to see a new face in Retail Rodeo just as it seemed rare to see a new face around town. If he had to guess, Joe's help was around his age but Holden couldn't place them. He couldn't recall seeing someone like them in elementary, middle or high school, not even the local college he briefly went too. Admittedly his memories of school were muddled and inconsistent as they were just another useless thing to life. If he couldn't draw inspiration off of something for his writing, then he didn't care about it. Holden held his spot behind the register despite the spark of interest, content to simply watch Joe and his help restock the bread aisle. He felt like he wouldn't be seeing them too often. Joe has gone through many partners as rumor was that pay sucked at the factory he worked for.

It wasn't until the third time Joe came in with his helper that Holden decided he was bored and curious enough to wander their way when they were done and ready to go. He didn't want Joe to oversee or eavesdrop on their potential conversation as Holden liked his privacy. Their conversation was quick as they were behind schedule, but it left Holden in a good mood for the rest of the day. He had noticed a band logo peeking out from their uniform shirt, a band that he highly enjoyed listening too when he was pushing through a writer's block and they agreed to talk to him about it next time they were in the store.

Holden looked forward to it. He felt that there was a connection to be had just off that little known information and he was determined to be proven right. He was surprised when they popped into the store a day later with no uniform on and was oddly relieved to hear that they had the day off. Holden took his lunch and they sat outside with him to talk.

It goes better than he could have ever expected and at the end of his lunch, Holden is left feeling like he had made a worthy friend. That this person.. understands him. For years he has yearned for that and for once in his pathetic life his wish has been answered.

Over time it became a thing, where Holden would wander over to the bread aisle to talk when they were there and the store was dead, leaving him free to do as he pleased and they would pop in on one of their off days to hangout during his lunch.

It didn't take long for Holden to understand that he was in love, and he wasted no time in making things official. At twenty-two with grandiose ideas of his future, Holden felt like the clock was ticking and he had wasted enough of his life rotting away. Now was the time to live life to the fullest and make every moment count. He was in love and he wanted to ride that high forever. He was in luck when Valentine's rolled around and he made plans to to meet them for a Double Feature at the Drive-in. Well, as he didn't have a car, his date was to pick him up at his house but he was ready to pay for admission and popcorn in return. It was lovely to be snuggled up in the backseat of their car, pressed together with their head on his shoulder and their hands entwined that it made it hard for him to pay attention to the movie. He had other things on his mind. Well, a specific thing, but that was beside the point. He couldn't concentrate and one of Holden's hand began to wander.

It earned him a giggle and his name said in a light warning. He didn't stop, and he got in a quick kiss and grope of soft flesh before he was pushed away. "Holden, come on. I want to watch this." "What? Don't you want me? Aren't you interested in me?" He couldn't help but whine as he felt rejected. "Of course, but I also really want to watch this. I thought this is why we were here." "I've written stories like this all the time. I already know how it's going to end." "Well, don't tell me. I'm invested." He sulked but he let it go. It wasn't until the start of the second film that Holden tried his moves again. This time he was happy they were able to get further before they pumped the breaks again and pushed away. "Now what is it?" He asks, petulance dripping from his tone. "Did you forget where we are? Hello? We're at the Drive-In, with other people around." They rapt their knuckles on the top of his head like it was empty. Holden sighed dramatically but already had a solution. "Then let's get out of here and hit up a hotel or something. Please? I really want you right now." They laughed and playfully rolled their eyes as they made their way up to the front seat. "Okay, let's go." Holden perked up with a bright flashy smile. "Oh, by the way I don't have any money. I spent it all on the popcorn and movie."

Louis Bloom - Coffee and Bookstore Date

** This one isn't much of a date, as Lou stalks his love interest. It's a date to him, not to them. 🙃

He's seen them around the news station. A new intern looking to someday be a newscaster themself. Lou is a planner, and when he laid eyes on them he started planning. He envisions someone he could mold, a direct line of further connection into the station. Lou had been wanting more say into the news operation and found that this could be an extremely beneficial opportunity. Also, he found himself physically attracted to them as well. He saw a future with them. Wanted a future with them, and Lou loved getting what he wanted.

Little did he know that his interest was warned of him, which made his plans a bit hard to execute, but Lou was not a quitter. He'd keep trying no matter what. They kept their distance from him, which wasn't hard as Lou split his time between the field and the office. Conversation were kept short or were not to be had at all. It was frustrating for Lou. He felt like he was getting no where, even when he kept on his charm in an effort to soothe their bias of him. He thought about spending more time at the station to be around them, but he couldn't give up the thrill and excitement of the LA streets. He felt like a God out there.

Instead he had to change his plans. He started to follow his interest to learn more about them. Where they went on their off days. What they shopped for. What they liked to eat. What kind of businesses they liked to go to. All of it. He'd drip that information in conversation, trying to get a catch. Each time he attempted he swore that they showed interest in him more and more.

Valentine's was around the corner and Lou managed to pull himself away from work, entrusting his team to make him proud as he spent the extra time spying on his interest. He gathered they weren't into the lovey-dovey holiday and that was fine. Neither was he but he could use it to his advantage.

Valentine's Day they had the day off, so Lou took it off as well. He dressed his best and went out on the prowl. He watched them leave their apartment and stop in a nearby cafe for breakfast and coffee. He loitered around, occasionally passing the window to catch a glimpse of them at their table as he waited, biding his time for the perfect moment. It came when they later slipped into a bookstore, to-go coffee in hand. Lou gave them a couple of minutes to browse alone before he stepped into the store and meandered about until he bumped into them. In that time he made sure to turn on and dial up his charisma and charm. He can't risk spooking them on this important day.

He clocks the way they're surprise to see him which melts into skepticism. "Oh, Lou. What are you doing here?" "What does anyone do in a bookstore?" He quips in response. "I'm shopping for a book of course."

He looked down at the book in the hand of his interest curious about their intended purchase. The title he did not recognize but the cover gave him the confidence to assume it was some kind of romance. "I like a bit of on the page romance myself as well, but I currently don't have a lot of time to read due to work." He offers to see if they'll take the bait. Their body turns towards him, a good sign of their own curiosity.

"I wouldn't have guessed someone like you would enjoy romantic stories." Lou gives a casual shrug, acting like a secret had been revealed. "What kind of books do you think I read?" "Textbooks. Or something like manuals." They awkwardly laugh at their answer, hoping Lou wouldn't take offense to it. "Non-fiction. My final answer is non-fiction." His smile is genuine as a warm thought dashed into his mind that they might have been paying attention to him as well. It's a rare occurrence, but he has been known to have a book in hand from time to time and non-fiction was what he liked.

"Bingo. I do prefer non-fiction and I can offer some recommendations if you're interested in hearing any, and I am more than happy to look into any recommendations you could give me. Again, I don't have much time to read due to work, but I did make my New Years resolution to carve out more time in my busy schedule to sit back and enjoy a good book."

"Uh, ...sure. I'd like that. ---" anything that came out of their mouth after that was nothing but static as Lou continued to smile at them, thinking how this Valentine's was indeed going to be special. He felt like his plans were falling into place and even though he can be a patient man, he couldn't wait to get to the end result.

Jimmy Livingston - Line Dancing

Jimmy wandered the Las Vegas strip by his lonesome, not sure where he lost Slim and his crew but he was too caught up in the flashing lights, and colorful people who filled the streets with bustling energy he swore he could feel through the protective plastic of his bubble that he couldn't care that he was wandering alone. His mouth hung open and his head swept side to side as he tried to process everything that was happening around him. Never in a million years would he have thought he would get to see such wonders.

Jimmy notices a tall being, towering over the crowed as it slowly made it's way down the sidewalk. Effortlessly it glided amongst the sea of people and Jimmy stopped walking to watch as the costume person walking on what he now recognized to be stilts passed by. "Wow!" He exclaimed before he found his view twisting and turning as he tumbled around in his bubble. When the world was still he realized that he was faced down on the ground and someone was repeatedly apologizing to him. He popped up and saw the most gorgeous person his eyes had ever fell upon.

Jimmy blushed and shyly smiled. "Aw, that's alright. I'm use to being bounced around due to my bubble suit. It can be hard to move around in this." "Why are you wearing it? Are you a street performer?" Jimmy laughed and easily explained the suit like he has had to many people before.

Among conversation Jimmy revealed that he had lost his friends and was looking for them as he walked the town alone and was ecstatic when this lovely person offered to accompany him in the search of his friends.

Together they walked and talked, sharing facts about who they were and where they were from while occasionally stopping to watch a performer or a fight. Jimmy pulled them over to see the Eifle Tower and they pulled him along to see the Statue of Liberty. Jimmy liked how their hand lingered on his gloved one. It gave him a funny feeling low in his stomach. Deciding on what else they wanted to experience, Jimmy said he had already tried the slots and passed when it was suggested and he already saw a rock concert so another show was off the table. "Hey. Hey, what about that?" Jimmy pulls away as he shuffles past people towards a bar filled with people dancing. "This looks awesome! Let's try it." "You want to try Line Dancing?" They questioned, unsure as they had never participated. "What if everyone stares at us because we don't know what the moves are." "Yeah! It looks fun. I think if we watched them for a minute we can figure it out. Come on." Jimmy motions for them to follow as he awkwardly shoves and pushes him and his bubble suit through the door. They couldn't help but laugh at such a silly sight, finding it endearing how Jimmy effortlessly didn't care how he looked.

Jimmy found a spot on the dance floor after bumping into a few people until everyone decided to give the bubble boy a wide birth. He stared down at the feet of the dancers around him as he did his best to mimic their moves, and they followed his example. After a few minutes of learning the rhythm of the dance they were able to focus less on the dancers around them, and were able to focus on each other. Jimmy started to throw his own moves into the dance, grinning as he got laughs of approval from his date.

Oh, dear. He couldn't really call them his date if he never asked. "Hey, can I ask you something?" Jimmy shouts over the music. "Yeah, sure what's up?" "Well, I uh, I've, uh, I've never been on a date before and I really like you. I was hoping that this could be one."

I just want to randomly add, and to make a long story short; this was not my first batch of characters. I actually got Robert Smith, Danny Sharp and Jerry Brinson; characters I never put much time into thinking about. So I rolled again and got this batch of characters. I was happy I didn't get Lou the first time, but lmao, he got me again. 💀

jake boys - valentine's edition

how are we feeling about another round of spin the wheel activities, dear Jake delegation? and yes, they are heart shaped and taste of sugar.

Rules:

spin this wheel and get your boy(s)

spin this wheel and get your date(s)

share your results in the comments or reblogs or tags, please sate my curiosity

let us know in the poll how happy you are with your valentine

(bonus points if you're feeling inspired and want to share your thoughts about your results, like people did here)

a huge shout-out to my baby @gyllenhaalstories who helped me with basically all of this. ilysm 💖

you can look up former community shenanigans here

Shamelessly tagging the crew (hit me up if you want me to stop annoying you):

@gyll-yee-haw @gyllenhaal-j @charliehoennam @cassiopeia-grimm @jennaajoseph

@davidayer @det-loki @gyllenflower @ascorpionstale

@anunusers @frozen-hearts-club @caffeineplusmypen @gyllencevans8 @greenparadiseperry

The crew=every blog that comes across my dash and interacts with Jake content. If we've never talked: hi! If you want to be part of the crew, dm me. ✨🫶🏻

divider: @saradika-graphics

[fceriestcrdst]

my autistic ass avoided watching the x-files because i knew it would consume me....

& now here i am fully consumed even though I've only watched the first few handful of episodes of s1 (i'm regaining spoons needed for media consumption), but let me tell you w h a t!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was so excited i started crying because it combines unbridled pining, a skeptic & her believer husband partner, true crime, weird mythology, aliens (which i already knew abt obvi), unlikely besties who are prepared to square up at all times (re; scully being cold towards the agents mocking mulder & mulder being ready to fight g o d whenever anything happens to scully).

i just love the show a lot & i expected this but goddamn!!!!!! it's wormed into my spin category & now my alien spin is returning along with my 'unexplained happenings spin!!!!! i'm being consumed i tell you!!!!

[egophiliac]

they officially revealed kr valen for gavv, and i love how he looks. also, have you seen the ABSOLUTELY WILD stuff about the gavv belt and the gochizos

I've been a little out of the loop on all the Gavv spoilers, but I did see the most important part! which is to say that we can expect many scenes of:

[spoozly]

The h

[sysig]

Ellen McLain’s commentary from my trivia playthrough

[intoxigators]

my october horror watchlist 👽 (inspired by @gorelesbian's post!)

I tried to add movies that I keep meaning to watch but never do. most excited for Ganja & Hess and The Lure! 🕷️🕸️

[doerot]

Watching hereditary with absolutely no knowledge going in and um..........................

[setevulpo]

have a silly blurry expansion of the shimmerfins board

[admete]

okay ngl this set of johto episodes have been bangers

[benevolenterrancy]

Drawing Prompts Please! <3

I'm going to an all day movie marathon and will probably spend part of the time drawing so as not to go crazy

anyone got some wintery themed drawing ideas for me?

[silverselfshippingchaos]

SHUT UPPPP him getting the expert idea to throw a guy at his brother and then laughing about it is so...