#michael cimino x reader

[becauseimswagman1]

What Are We? pt.4

A/N: We was all waiting for it...even me...

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This was the moment you were waiting for. The rom-com movie magic just worked in real life and for you. And you certainly couldn’t believe the man of your literal dreams was teasingly rubbing you through your panties.

Michael was thanking his lucky stars this was happening, you’re the woman he’s been waiting for, for two years.

He was mumbling the most thigh-clenching words in your ear, “You looked so fucking good in that dress earlier. I wanted to have you the moment I saw you in it.”

“Then why didn’t you bend me over and take me?”

He chuckled, “So, that’s what you like, huh?”

You stayed quiet, not wanting to admit that you like it a bit rough in bed. He’ll find that out in due time.

He smirked and chuckled again, applying a bit of pressure while still rubbing you, “Can I taste you, baby?”

He could honestly swallow you whole if he wanted to.

“Yes, please.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to kiss down your body and nip at the band of your panties, “Stop teasing~. Or I will gladly satisfy myself while you watch if you keep on.”

So you’re plenty confident during sexy time? Noted.

“Just wait a second baby. You’ll get all you deserve and more.”

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“Oooh fuck, right there… please, don’t stop.”

You don’t know where Michael learned to do all this shit with his tongue, but fuck were you glad he knew what he was doing.

“Hm? You said don’t stop?” he pulled away, switching from sucking your clit to flicking it at a slow pace with his thumb.

“Want me to make you cum, baby?”

You nodded.

“Use your words, baby girl. I wanna hear you release all those beautiful noises when I taste you okay? Let it out.”

He replaced his thumb with his tongue and put two fingers inside you, almost immediately finding that special spot.

You let out a breath, “Michael, faster. Please~”

He listened to you, going faster. Your back arched, the pleasure he was making you feel was too great.

You were getting close, fast. No man had ever made you feel this way before. You clenched around his fingers, signaling that you were almost at your peak.

He put his free hand on your stomach, slightly pressing down on it. You don’t know what it was for, but it made everything more intense.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Mhm, give it to me, baby. Mmm.” he moaned against you, creating a vibrating feeling on your clit.

“Ah, shit. I’m coming, I’m coming!”

He pulled away and quickly rubbed your clit with his thumb while two fingers were still pumping inside of you, “That’s right, baby. Lemme see that pretty pussy cum.”

He gradually slowed down, wanting you to ride out your high as long you can.

“Holy fuck, that felt so good.”

He took his fingers out and cleaned you up with his tongue then got up and took the rest of his clothes off.

“So you just be making girls cum like that all the time?”

He chuckled, “Not even. I haven’t had sex since before I met you.”

Your eyes widened, “What?” you were in disbelief, there’s no way, “Dude, really?”

Michael climbed back on the bed and got in between your legs, “Yeah. I knew I wanted you so I cut all the bullshit out so I could focus on getting you.” He put your legs on his shoulders and leaned over you, holding himself up with one arm, “And you’d think after making you cum, you’d stop calling me dude.”

Giggling, “I will never stop calling you dude or bruh. Even after you dick me down.”

He rubbed his dick up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness, “That’s what I love about you. Never changing,” he slipped the tip in, “even for me… fuuckk…”

“Ooh, shit, it’s, uh, been a while for me too.”

He pushed in further, “It has? Take a deep breath for me, then, baby. It’ll get easier.”

You did as told and Michael being the sneaky bastard he is pushed the rest in.

He paused for a second, “Oh fuck.”

“Shit,” you adjusted after a moment, “You can move now Michael.”

He cleared his throat, “If I move, I’ll cum. I need a minute.”

You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. “There’s no way you’re laughing and my dick is inside of you right now.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “My bad your shortcomings are coming into play.”

He pecked your lips, “You’re gonna regret saying that.”

With that statement, he started thrusting into you. Starting with slow, but deep strokes. Letting you feel him before he essentially fucks your entire world up with one fuck session.

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He said you were gonna regret saying that dumb shit and regret it you did.

Michael had your legs pushed together above his head, holding your ankles together with his hands, pounding the shit outta you.

“Oh fuck~...” You were surprised you could even get words out, no matter how short and sporadic they may be. He was fucking you so good. You can’t believe this is what you’d been missing out on.

“You feel me deep, baby? Hm? Answer me.” He gave you a moment to answer but was only met with senseless moaning and rambling. He let go of your legs with one hand, the other still holding your ankles, and smacked your ass, “Answer me.”

“Yes! Yes, you’re so fucking deep!”

“That’s my good girl.”

He let go of your legs for real this time then turned you onto your stomach. He pulled you up to your knees and entered you smoothly once more.

He gripped your waist and gave it to you just right. Michael thrust in you at a fast pace, hitting your spot nearly every time.

“You feel so good, baby. You hear that? All that noise she’s making for me?”

You could barely hold yourself up with your arms, so you buried your face into the pillows, but Michael wasn’t having that.

“And don’t go quiet now. I wanna hear every single little noise you make.” he gripped your shoulder and pulled you up so your back touched his chest and whispered in your ear, “Let them noises out, my love.”

The same hand that gripped your shoulder reached down and started to rub your clit and the other wrapped around your neck.

You clenched around him at the feeling of the hand on your neck. “You like my hand on your neck? Want me to choke my pretty baby?”

You couldn’t answer him, you were on the edge.

“Shiiit~ just like that Michael. Please please don’t stop. I’m so close.” “Again baby? You gonna cum for me again?” he rubbed your clit faster, “Come on. Let go, baby. Be my good girl and cum.”

The second orgasm felt harder and longer than the first. It was so intense that you collapsed onto the bed.

He leaned down, moved your hair off your forehead, then kissed it, “I’m not done with you.”

He chuckled at your sound of whining when he rolled you onto your back.

“I wanna see that pretty face when I cum.”

He got in between your legs and wrapped your legs around his waist then entered you again.

He laid on top of you, practically crushing you with his body, but it was comforting. You wrapped your arms around him, switching between his shoulders and back.

He started moving inside you, “I love you so much. I can’t put it into words just how much.”

Michael was having a hard time trying to make this last. All the emotions he had been trying to keep at bay were finally showing up.

His thrusts were long and deep, he was hitting your spot every single time.

The grip you had on him was getting tighter by the second, “Michael… please.”

Everything he had to say was right in your ear, “Please what, love?”

It’s like he could read your mind, “Want me to make you cum again? I can tell you’re close already. Let go whenever I’m right behind you.”

He started kissing your neck, going a little faster. It was just what you needed to come again. This time you were spent. You had tears in your eyes.

The sight of you coming undone for a third time had Michael right there, “Ooh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

You rubbed his back and looked into his eyes with your teary ones, “Please cum for me, Michael.”

“Mm fuck fuck fuck. I’m coming.” he sat up and pulled out, stroking himself to completion, releasing on your stomach.

He laid beside you, facing you, staring at you for a minute, “You’re the woman of my dreams truly.”

As much as you wanted to say something cute back you had to get this off your chest, “Your cum face is really hot.”

The two of you burst out laughing.

“You could’ve said something sweet back! You jumped right into that nasty shit.”

“Shut uppp. I had to say it. It was really hot. Now say thank you.”

He rolled his eyes at you, “Thank you, my gorgeous gorgeous girl.”

You yawned, super tired after the strenuous activities, “Is my baby tired?”

You sat up, trying to get up but your legs were protesting, “Yes she is but she has to get cleaned up.”

Michael pushed you back down and brought you into his chest, “I’ll clean us up later. You get some sleep.”

You were too tired to fight him, “Fine. I love you, Michael. More than words can express.”

He kissed your forehead, “I love you too.”

As you drifted to sleep, he stared at you for a little bit. Truly wanting your face to be the last thing he looks at before he goes to bed.

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[baby-alien11]

being the good girl dating Ethan Morales

Since the beggining of high school, well even before that, you were known as the girl who never got in trouble, got good grades and never went to parties, you were always invited, but never attended due to being occupied with school

You use to hang out with Devi, Eleanor and Fabiola because they were nice and study hang outs were always fun

Because of your personality and calmed aura, everyone expected you to date someone similar to you

So, when at the beggining of senior year you and Ethan Morales entered the school holding hands, everyone lost their minds, even the teachers

Theories started to fload almost inmediatly, some said that he lost a bet, others that it was a joke, some that you entered your rebel phase

But in reality, everything was real

Things started during summer when the both of you encounter at a night at a 7/11 where you went to get some snacks for the week, Ethan was there but getting some beers with his fake id

Unfortunately that night, you somehow forgot to take your wallet with you, and in a weird turn of events Ethan who was behind you in the line, pay for your snacks

"So, what's the princess doing this late out of her castle?", Ethan asked before you could leave, "What happened to the guardian dragons?"

"They are out of town", you responded knowing that he was refering to your parents, "And don't call my parents that"

"That doesn't respond my first question"

"I run out of my secret snacks and didn't want to wait until tomorrow"

"In that case, let me see what I just pay"

Without asking for permition, Ethan just started to dig into the bag until he pulled out a package of Sour Patch Kids

"Those are my favourites", you shrugged

"Mines too", Ethan smiled

In response, you also smiled feeling comfortable with him

That was the beggining of a friendship that evolute to a relationship

Even if the school found the relationship weird, you and Ethan were happy with each other

Thanks to you, he started to get better notes at school

And your spanish got better thanks to him

Heaven by Julia Michaels was your official relationship song

If someone ever think of messing with you, the next day or even sooner, the person will have something damaged

While you liked to wear some of his clothes like sweatshirts, frannels or shirts, he liked to wear your scrunchies and hair ties, your accesories like necklaces, bracelets and even some of your earings

Surprisingly, your parents loved him

At first they weren't so sure about the whole thing because of his bad boy look, but after seeing how happy both of you were, they started to accept it

Even if your parents kinda like him, both of you liked when they weren't in town because that meant Ethan spent all of that time in your house

Sex with him was amazing, and got better every single time

When your birthday arrived, he gifted you a Sour Patch plushie that somehow found online

You found that so sweet because it represented the first interaction between you two

He was the kind of guy that would do anything for you, even if it includes let you do a skin care routine on him or watch your favorite show or movie, doesn't matter how corny it is

[ethanmorales]

Misconceptions

All Parts Now Posted - Masterlist

Part 1 - Ablaze

Pairing: Ethan Morales x reader 1.3k words Tags: make out, angst Warning: swearing

My fingers grazed against his chest and as I let my hand wander down his torso, I felt every muscle under twitch in anticipation. I looked up at his face and he was already looking at me with a mixture of lust and longing.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

Oh and I missed him. For what other reason would I have climbed through his window at 2:12 in the morning?

But I didn’t say it back. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place. Me caring. Me wanting him so bad it hurt. Me falling while he was always just having a good time.

“Babe?”

I looked up at him, pulled out of my thoughts by his inquiring tone.

“Just kiss me,” I demanded.

He only hesitated for two seconds, just briefly enough for his brown eyes to send a silent question, “everything okay?” But his mouth never asked; it was too busy connecting with mine in a blazing kiss that threatened to consume me, him, both of us together.

Everything was on fire. Everywhere he touched. Everywhere he kissed. My skin burned with his touch and for it. We barely paused for breath as he laid me down on his bed. He unlinked our mouths long enough to grab the hem of my shirt and help me out of it. Then we lit up again.

I glided my fingers in the soft waves of his hair as his mouth found the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. His teeth gently grazed against the skin, just enough for me to feel the pressure but not enough to cause pain and then his tongue followed. He started trailing downward to my chest with that same technique.

"Ethan." It was a half-whispered moan. I say half whispered because it was not as quiet as I intended it to be.

At his name, he looked up at me, smiling that damning adorable smile of his and placed a finger over my lips.

"My parents' sleep next door."

He was better at whispering than I was. Probably had more experience at this kind of clandestine middle of the night type of encounter. Before the bitter thought took full effect in my head, his mouth clashed against mine in another fiery kiss. Almost like he wanted to distract me from my own thoughts.

It was working.

The kiss that started like a flame scorching through us with intensity and desperation, simmered down into a heart wrenching slower tempo. Our mouths molded together, his tongue slow danced with mine in perfect unison... and I was lost.

Lost to the sweet taste of his lips. Lost to the movement of his pelvis against mine and the calculated motions building up the fire that he had awoken in me. Though we still had enough clothing separating us from the fusing of our bodies, it didn't dampen the ever-present ache within me.

With the way he touched me, you would think he felt the same.

So, I was lost. Lost in the depths of longing. Longing for this guy that could never ever reciprocate such feeling in return.

I pushed away from him as abruptly as I had the thought. I was met by a look that someone that didn't know him would think is concern. But I knew better.

"I have to go." My words practically a mumble.

"What?" he seemed disoriented in a way, his eyes searching for something in mine that I didn't want him to find.

"It's late," I said, "If we wake up your parents, they'll disown you for real this time."

Ethan's eyes though still confused, hid partially away by the appearance of his mischievous smile, "So what? They've disowned me like 50 times already. Just this year."

I rolled my eyes.

"You say that with so much pride," I whispered, simultaneously pulling myself out of his grasping hands. I heard him groan in protest behind me as I pulled my shirt over my head.

"Because the shit they say doesn't mean anything. They think that by acting like they're disappointed in me, I'll just magically turn into the son they always wanted. It's bullshit."

I shook my head at this rant and turned to face him. He had gotten up from the bed as well and was less than two feet away from me.

"If you really didn't care, you wouldn't' have shushed me earlier. But God knows you're too cool to admit to caring about anything so I'm not having this argument with you." I sounded defeated. He noticed the change in my tone immediately, his eyes narrowed.

"Why do we have to argue at all? There are way more fun things that we could be doing right now." Even as he said it, I could see that he didn't mean it. Something in his expression closed off at my previous comment.

"I have to be up early anyways," I said gently.

"Sure. Whatever." He walked towards his window. I followed behind until we were in front of it.

I looked up at him. He didn't seem to want to look me in the eye as he avoided my gaze. I gave up.

"Okay. I'll see you around then."

My voice was small, and I hated myself for it. This is where we end up every time. I understand that he has never claimed to be anything but who I've always known him to be, but can you blame me for wanting more? I'm only human. And I know... that's it's wrong that I want him to change for me. I should be accepting him as he is or staying away from him, but I can't. The harder I try, the easier it is for me to end up here with him. Stuck in this goddamn tragic loop of ours.

I shake my head to myself and throw a leg over the windowsill. As I push myself out and my feet touch the freshly cut grass of his backyard, I thank God he lives in a one-story home.

When I turn to close his bedroom window, he stops me with a hand over mine. I move mine away and he frowns. He proceeds to climb out of his window.

"What?" I ask, unable to keep the edge out of my voice. I was already too emotionally drained to hide my upset.

He blinks with confusion. "What am I doing wrong?"

I huff but say nothing.

He sighs, "How do I stop upsetting you if you won't tell me what it is that you're upset about?"

I snap. "You. You are the reason I'm upset!"

His eyes widen, "What about me? "

I want to tell him. I want to tell him everything. All the things he makes me feel; good and bad. My fears. My thoughts. But I can't. Because I know what he will say.

"I didn't sign up for this".

"We had a deal."

"Don't start getting clingy."

I've heard it all come out of his mouth before. Not with me. With the many girls I've seen him with. But still. I refuse to make the mistakes the rest of them did. I will never admit that I had fallen for him. Not now. Not ever.

I held his gaze for a second, but his beautiful brown eyes made my poor heart flutter uncomfortably in my chest. I look away.

"Nothing, sorry. I really gotta go. I get cranky when I don't sleep."

I start turning around to leave, but then feel his arm snake around my waist and pull me in against him, leaving no space between us.

I look up at him in a question. His eyes scanned my face for something, though I'm not sure what.

"Liar."

That's all he says before his mouth crashes over mine.

I didn't want it. The rational part of me knew that I should back off and walk away. But as soon as his tongue invades my mouth, the heat of our flame sears through my whole being... and we're back to where we started.

To be continued...

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A/N: Haven't written in ages. But after watching season 4 of Never Have I Ever.... I had to. My goodness, Ethan got me feeling all kinds of things lol. Made a new blog just to write this without judgement. Let me know if you want a part 2. I feel like this might deserve another part. Or maybe I can turn it into a series? Let me know if you liked it and I'll write more :)

Update: will be doing a part two! Maybe 3... we shall see :D

[supercap2319]

Boy Haunts Boy:

Cole looks at the ghost boy in front of him. Moving to a new town and house was one thing, but it was another thing completely when you move into the bedroom of a century old ghost boy trapped inside of said house you move into. "So, if you promise not to do any ghost stuff around my mom, then I'll take you wherever you want to go. Deal?"

The ghost boy, Y/N smiles as he shakes Cole's hand. "You've got yourself a deal, pal. Let's paint the town. Make the scene."

"I don't know what you're saying, but we can go out and hangout. Chill."

"What's chill?"

Cole laughed. "To hangout with friends. You know, a get together."

Y/N nods and grins. "Why ain't that the bees knees."

[nat054]

Team Ben ? Team Ethan

[kissme-loverboy]

~~~~~~A Master List of My Male Reader Stories ~~~~~

Fluff = 🌸 , Smut = 🔥, Will Have Chapters for Both Smut and Fluff = ❤️‍🔥

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[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Just Friends

The Deer Hunter!Robert De Niro x Reader

I’m so sorry this took so long. Hope you like pining!

TW: age gap, mention of illness, idk high word count?

Word Count: 8.8k

"Why don't you let (Y/N) come with me? It would be a great opportunity for her to see what's it's like to film in some open locations instead of the sets here in New York. Plus she'll get to meet a great cast of actors, you know how hard we had to push to get John Cazale in the movie. She could learn so much from him." "I don't know, Robert. All the arrangements have been made for the crew's travel and lodging; I wouldn't want to make production any more difficult just so my daughter can watch you guys make a movie." "Ah, it shouldn't be a big deal. It's not too hard to buy an extra plane ticket, and she can just crash with me. Plus we could probably use the extra hands on set at some point." You can't help but feel completely giddy as you overhear Robert urging your father to let you go with him as he films his next movie. You're the daughter of a New York-based movie producer, who had gotten somewhat popular and had enough connections to know some really great actors and actresses. Your dad met Robert De Niro when he was acting in Brian De Palma's early films, and they had been planning on working together for a long time. However, Robert and your dad both stayed busy, and now Robert is a pretty big star since Taxi Driver released just last year. You got to know Robert when you were just a teenager. He would come over to your home for small get-togethers your dad liked to throw. You always liked being around him, so it was lucky for you that your dad and him became good friends. Robert is good about visiting when he has the chance to, but his visits have been less frequent lately as his career is really taking off. And that's what he was doing here today: a quick visit with you and your dad before he has to run off and make another film. The conversation turned, however, when you started discussing how you were becoming interested in working on films, particularly acting. Although most actors started younger than you, and being in your early twenties is already considered old for an actress, you decided it wasn't too late to start. Robert had a soft spot for learning and teaching acting, although his teaching came as little tidbits of advice. That's why you are shocked to hear Robert ask about you going with him for filming, while you're in the kitchen fixing everyone drinks. You walk in, carrying three glasses on a small tray and set them down on the table, then handing each of the men a glass. They both thank you as you take your seat across from them. "Sooo..." you raise your eyebrows and give your dad a hopeful smile. "Yes, (Y/N)?" "Can I go with Robert? I overheard what you two were saying." Your dad sits back and exhales a little loudly. He was trying to be stern but you could tell he was hiding a smile. He could never be an actor; he couldn't hide his real feelings very well. He turns to Robert asking, "Are you sure it's okay if she goes with you?" "Of course. I'll take good care of her," he says sweetly. You always thought he was very sweet. "Okay, sweetheart, you can go, not that I could stop you anyway, but I appreciate that you ask," your father says as a smile spreads across his face. "Dad!! Thank you so much!" He was right; you were an adult, but you had always lived with him, so you felt you needed to ask before going across the country. You jump up and give your dad a big hug. "You better start packing," Robert says with a chuckle, "we leave for Ohio tomorrow." "What kind of clothes should I bring?" you ask Robert. "What you would normally wear. Bring a few nice outfits for dinners. And we'll stop back in New York before going to Washington, because it'll be pretty cold and we'll all need warmer clothes." The smile on his face tells you he's excited about you going with him. You ask sit and talk a little longer, with Robert telling you and your dad about the general schedule about how you'll spend a several weeks in Ohio where most of the film takes place, a few days here and there in Pennsylvania and West Virginia, take a break for a few weeks, then go to Washington State for all of the hunting scenes. After that, a smaller portion of the cast and crew will go to Thailand to film the war scenes. This is also when you find out that the beard he is sporting is for the movie and not just some new fashion choice. You quite like the beard as well as his haircut, it suits him unexpectedly well. As it starts getting late, you make the move to go up to your room to pack. So you say goodnight to Robert and your dad, giving them both big hugs as a thank you for letting you go for filming, and you head upstairs to squeeze all of your clothes and toiletries into a suitcase. Downstairs, Robert stays to talk with your dad a little while longer before heading home. "Now, Robert, you said (Y/N) would be staying with you, right?" "Yes. Is that okay?" "Well..." your dad starts but he certainly doesn't want to offend Robert, "you won't, umm, do anything... with her, will you?" "Hmm? Oh. Oh! Um, no, I won't do anything like that with her. I hadn't even thought about it. I just uuhh- I just thought it would be better if she stayed with me instead sticking her in a random hotel room away from the rest of us... Most of the hotel rooms have two beds anyways." Robert tries desperately to get rid of the blush that came to his cheeks as he stumbles through what he's saying. He had never thought of you that way before, and it caught him off guard and kind of gave him butterflies in his stomach. "Yeah, you're probably right about her staying with you. She's probably safer with you than taking her chances somewhere else," your dad says with look of relief. "Yeah, well, I'm sorry I brought up the idea so last minute, but she'll be okay with me." "No, it's okay. It's a good opportunity for her. I think you guys will have a great time! Now, how do you think Michael is gonna film this thing?" Your dad and Robert discuss the production and direction of the movie for a short while before Robert really has to leave to go home and sleep. When you hear that he's about to leave, you quickly make your way down the stairs to tell him goodnight and thank him again for taking you with him. He pulls you into a gentle hug, placing one of his hands on the back of your head. "You're very welcome, (Y/N). Now, I'll be here at 7 in the morning to pick you up; I wanna take you to breakfast before we head to the airport. That'll also give us some time for someone to get on the phone and get you a plane ticket!" You had no doubt Robert would be able to get you on the plane. And with that, he left, and you went upstairs to pack the last few things you would need before trying to get some sleep, although that didn't come so easy due to the excitement you're feeling. • • • The next day goes just the way Robert said it would: he picks you up right at 7, loads your bags in the car, and takes you to breakfast at his favorite place. It's an upscale place but in a subdued way. You enjoy each other's company over biscuits, eggs, pancakes, coffee, bacon, whatever your heart desires as Robert put it. On the way to the airport, he admits that he got your plane ticket sorted out before he arrived for breakfast, and there was a seat in first class with the rest of the cast. Right next to him. But it's really no issue. He swears he didn't have to buy someone out of their seat. After checking your bags and boarding the plane, Robert introduces everyone to you: Christopher Walken, Meryl Streep, her husband John Cazale, George Dzundza, and John Savage, who everyone opted to call Savage. Meryl and John immediately took a liking to you, which you were honored. The flight was pretty packed, so the cast was all split up across first class, so everyone agreed that you should have dinner tonight to celebrate the beginning of filming. During takeoff you feel Robert put his hand on top of yours, and you quickly turn your head to face him. "You comfortable?" He asks softly. "Oh... Yeah, are you?" "Yep." You look down at his hand on yours. He strokes his thumb over your hand for a moment before pulling it away and looking out the window. You'd be lying if you said that didn't make you feel something. • • • The rest of your flight is uneventful, aside from a few people asking for autographs from the cast as you're leaving the airport. Outside, you are all met with a giant black van, and the director of the movie, Michael Cimino hops out to greet everyone and help put bags in the undercarriage. Everyone climbs inside the van, you sticking close to Robert, simply because you don't know anyone else yet. It's very comfortable and spacious inside, certainly the nicest van you'd ever seen. You and Robert end up all the way in the back, with everyone else doubling up on the seats in front of you. You've got a little bit of a drive to your hotel. Only a few minutes into your trip, everyone is chatting away, and you're finally getting to meet everyone properly, although you're getting to know Meryl and John the best because they're on the seat right in front of you. You instantly notice that John has a fantastic sense of humor; it's no wonder Meryl is so in love with him. Robert has his arm around your shoulders, but you can't tell if it's because he just wants to stretch out across the seat or if it's something else. Either way, he's only there like that for a few moments before he goes to the front of the van to talk to the director. "Guess I got stranded back here," you say with a chuckle to Meryl and John. "Oh, yeah, he's been so involved with Michael in getting this film made," Meryl throws over her shoulder to you. She turns on her seat to face you a little better, "Can I ask you a rather personal question?" "Oh, um, sure." You were certainly nervous to hear what she had to say. "Are you and Robert dating one another?" A breath of relief leaves you in the form of a small laugh, "Oh God, no! He's a friend of my dad's, so we've known each other a long time. He wanted to bring me along so I could learn more about filmmaking." "Oh, that's sweet of him. I apologize for assuming. I guess it's just, uh--oh nevermind," she gives a small smile and looks down at her lap. "No, it's okay! What is it?" "You two are just close, which I suppose that makes sense if you've been friends for so long! I just misinterpreted your relationship." A big smile stretches across her face as John chimes in. "Well if she didn't ask, I was going to, so it's probably good we cleared the air now, right?" "Right!" you respond. "Besides, I'm sure the other guys will all badger him about you, whether it's about him being a cradle robber or them trying to get with you." The three of you laugh, knowing that what John said is probably going to be true. "What are y'all laughing about back there?" Savage pipes up, breaking his attention away from the conversation going on between him, Chris, and George. "My receding hairline." John deadpans to the group in front of them. There's a long pause before everyone busts out in laughter, which then catches the attention of Michael and Robert at the front of the van. They both turn around to see what's going on, and Robert gives you a smile, scrunching his nose cutely. They decide not to get involved, and go back to their conversation. The rest of you talk in a big group the rest of the way to the hotel. • • • At the hotel, production rented out a whole floor for all of the cast and crew to stay on, with the cast kind of grouped near each other on one end. As for this first hotel you'll be at, and it is the main hotel you'll stay at while in Ohio, there are two beds in each room. A lot of the film crew picked partners and doubled up, but of course the director, executive producers, and main cast get their own rooms, with the exception of Meryl and John, and now Robert because he offered to have you with him. When you get in the hotel room, you drop your bags at the door and run to one of the beds, flopping on it and sinking into the comfort. Robert chuckles at you as you grab a pillow to cuddle up with. He drops your bags at the foot of the bed before asking, "I'm assuming you want this bed?" You look up at him lazily, "I don't really care. Do you have a preference?" "Not really; I'll take the other bed," he laughs at you again as he drops his bags near the other bed. "What are you laughing at?" You squint your eyes, questioning him playfully, still hugging your pillow. "You. And your pillow." "Mmmm... I think you're just jealous." "Jealous?! My bed has pillows too. See?" He picks up a pillow and hugs it just like you. "No no no. You're jealous of the pillow. You wish I was squeezing you like this!" "Oh you think so, huh?" He throws his pillow at you. You block it with your arms and it hits the ground. "I'm keeping that," you say sassily. "Fine with me," he says, too calmly. That's quickly broken when he charges towards you, ripping the pillow out of your arms as you burst into laughter. He picks you up around your waist, spins you around a few times and slams you both down on his bed, his arms still firmly around you. "Now I don't have to be jealous," he jokes. You wrap your arms around his head and neck, hugging him into your chest, just like you had done with the pillow. "No, you don't have to be jealous anymore." He gives you one final squeeze and then stands up. "We have a little while before we have to get ready for dinner. Any idea what you wanna do?" You groan a little, "Sleep." You smile up at him. "Well then you better get in your bed instead of hogging mine." "Excuse me! You put me here, so you'll have to move me back!" "Needy," he grumbles jokingly, picking you up and tossing you down on your bed. "You ever heard of letting someone down easy, Robert? Cuz you keep throwing me." He chuckles lowly, moving towards his luggage, "Go to sleep." You grab the extra pillow from the floor and get comfy. One pillow under your head, cuddled up to a second one, a third under one of your legs, and the duvet pulled up to your head. Pure bliss. "You look like a little princess with all those pillows," Robert's voice echoes across the hotel room. "Good. Then let me get me beauty sleep." While he's unpacking some of his clothes and stuff, he finds himself thinking about how you really don't need sleep to look any more beautiful than you already are. • • • That night at dinner, it didn't take long for John's predictions to come true. Just a few minutes after ordering food, Chris caught everyone's attention when he asked, "Bobby, you and this gorgeous young lady... What's going on with you two?" "Whaddaya mean, what's going on with us?" Robert repeats with a laugh. "Well, she's your girlfriend isn't she? I gotta say I'm a little jealous Bobby gets to bring his girlfriend, but I don't get to bring my lovely wife." "Chris, we're not dating. She's just a friend; I've known her dad for a long time." Savage butts in, practically yelling, "Of course she wouldn't date him! He's old enough to be her dad! Unless you're into that kinda stuff, baby." You turn to John and you both start laughing about how Savage managed, not only to joke about Robert being significantly older than you, but also use it to hit on you. "This again? What's so funny?!" John yells. "You had to be there," you cut back to Savage, trying not to smile, but failing. Robert cuts in, "Ya know, I just wanna say: I'm not old enough to be her dad." It kind of surprised you that he would even bother defending himself; it was clearly just a joke, but everyone laughed nonetheless. "You're only, like, 15 years older than her right?" George jokes. A little bit of a blush creeps up Robert's neck, and he bites his lip, "...yeah." This only makes everyone laugh more. Under the table, you place your hand on top of Robert's and you both give each other a small look while laughing. It's a short moment, broken by Michael walking up to the table. Everyone knew he would be late, but you still invited him anyway. Michael slides in next to Robert and asks, "What's so funny?" "Eh, you don't wanna know," Robert shoots back. You and John are trying very hard not to have another laughing fit. Luckily things are fairly calm while everyone is eating, but it doesn't last long after everyone is done. You catch John whispering in Meryl's ear before he turns to the table and says, "Alright, let Meryl and I slide out, my lady wants to dance." Pretty much everyone stands up to let them out of the booth, and Chris, noticing that Robert is once again deep in conversation with Michael, invites you to dance to "keep those other dogs off of you." George and Savage sneak off to find some nice Ohio locals to dance with. Robert and Michael slide back into the booth, chatting like they do. Meryl and John are being beyond cute dancing with one another and nuzzling noses. Chris is a real gentleman while dancing with you. He holds you close, and you maintain some casual conversation getting to know each other better. George finds sweet girl to try and romance, but Savage is having some trouble, so he simply steals you away from Chris, asking if he could dance with you instead. Chris thanks you for your time and returns to the table joining in the talk with Michael and Robert. Dancing with Savage is a little bit intense, as he lays it on thick hitting on you. At one point, he leans his head down and starts placing kisses on your cheek and even a few on your neck. This is when you catch Robert basically staring a hole in you. He stands up and makes his way over to you and Savage. Robert places a hand on Savage's shoulder, lowly speaking, "You mind if I borrow your dance partner?" "Mm... But we were having fun," Savage whines sarcastically, but gives in and leaves you with Robert. "What, you didn't like him kissing on me? I knew you were the jealous type," you snark at him. "Nooo. I told your dad I would take care of you, and a guy like him is no good for a girl your age." He wraps an arm around you, figuring that he should probably dance with you. "My knight in shining armor!" Another joke. "Oh shut up," he chuckles. • • • The next day, you all wake up bright and early to head to the tailors on location so that everyone can get their makeup done and costumes on. You had to admit Robert looked pretty funny in his flannel, puffy vest, and trucker cap. It was nothing like what he would normally wear. The first few scenes that are gonna be filmed during this first week are the first few scenes of the film, where all of the characters are seen at the steel mill and they prepare for the wedding and being drafted. The dynamic of the cast actually worked pretty well for these scenes. Everyone got along quite well, so it wasn't hard for them to act like they had been friends their whole lives. You noticed that filming goes a bit slower when it's shot on location like this, and it was made even slower by Michael Cimino. Michael was very particular about the way he wanted things, and there were lots of noises to work around as they filmed at an actual steel mill. You also spent more time in the makeup trailor than you had expected to; you found it fascinating how they made the men look like they weren't wearing any makeup at all. You and Meryl also spent a good amount of time together when she wasn't in a scene. She said that it was nice having another girl around on a predominantly male set. Of course, you weren't the only girl, but you were one of few. There isn't really a scene that Robert isn't in, so unfortunately, you don't see him much unless everyone is taking a break, or if you hang out with him while he's in makeup. But you make the most of it by getting to know everyone else. • • •

On nights after filming, the cast hangs out really often, normally in someone's hotel room, usually Meryl and John's. Sometimes you would go to a bar or a restaurant, as drinking and dancing became some of the groups' favorite activities. Hanging out in Meryl and John's hotel room usually includes wine, snacks, playing cards, and Robert's arm casually around your waist whenever you get near him. Savage still shoots his shot with you every once in a while, but if he isn't shut down by you, he will be shut down by Robert. He's just watching out for you like he promised your dad; really, it's flattering how protective he can be. • • • The second week of filming is dedicated to filming the wedding scenes. Everyone looks great in their tuxedos and dresses, and the church you'll be filming in is a beautiful Russian Orthodox Church here in Cleveland. "How do I look?" Robert asks you while he's getting his hair gelled and combed into place. "Very handsome. I really like you in that tuxedo." "Maybe he can borrow it when you two finally get married," Michael says coming into the makeup trailor. You and Robert both look at him a little shocked; Michael's never made jokes about you two before. "Oh, c'mon, I'm not allowed to make jokes too?" You both laugh a little awkwardly trying to cut any tension in the room. "I'm gonna go outside and help with all the extras," you say, swiftly leaving the makeup trailor. Outside, there are like a hundred people who showed up to be extras in the wedding scene, and you're sure Michael will probably use most of them. The people are all dressed up in their finest wedding attire, some of them getting a little makeup done or getting some items from costume to make the scene fit Michael's vision. They were told to bring empty presents as well, so that the table full of wedding presents would look realistic; however, many of them actually brought real presents for the cast and crew to keep. Filming the wedding scene was really chaotic to say the least. It felt like a party that went on for way too long, and most everyone was pretty exhausted by the end of filming with the extras that day. But you had to say, Meryl and Robert really stole the show. Their on-screen chemistry was astounding; you would've thought they were really in love or something! You loved watching the way Robert's character pined for Meryl's; his eyes always said so much. And of course, filming wouldn't have felt complete without John adding in his funny little quirks in various scenes, such as tapping his foot while waiting for the bride to walk down the aisle, and carrying Robert across the room for the group photo. Althought most of the filming with the extras had to be done in one day, the other scenes filmed that week included a couple of the bar scenes of the guys playing pool and drinking, and the scene where Robert streaks through town, which certainly had you blushing. Thank God you were filming at night. • • • Your last two weeks of filming in Ohio are spent filming anything that wasn't a hunting scene or a war scene. Production had to make a point of scheduling all of John's scenes early in the filming process, because it is no secret how sick he is. One night after filming, you all decide it would be fun to go out to one of the bars, as everyone had been pretty busy, and there hadn't been much time to. Everyone wants to go dancing again! You've had a hard time getting Robert to dance with you since your first night in Ohio. He really doesn't like to since he's so shy, even though he's very good at slow dances. That night, you dance with Chris again, and Meryl dances with Savage, while Robert hangs back at the table with John. John really isn't feeling well; it's one of his bad days, but he never lets it ruin the mood. Savage and Meryl makes their way over to you on the dance floor, and Savage asks, "Hey, can I cut in? I'd love to have a dance partner that pretty!" "Uh, sure, man," Chris answers. Savage practically shoves himself between you and Chris, quickly taking Chris by the hand and putting an arm around him before spinning him around. "Beautiful!" Savage yells, dipping Chris back, getting a round of laughs and even some applause from everyone around. You and Meryl take this as a chance to slip over to the bar, to get a break from your heels. You sit with your backs leaning up against the bar so you can keep an eye on all your friends. "Have you had fun filming with us all this time?" Meryl asks kindly, as she always does. "Oh yeah, it's been really great, and I've been learning so much about the filming process, and you're all wonderful actors to look up to!" "That's so sweet of you. The guys here have all done a wonderful job with their parts so far. Especially Robert. He's been in nearly every scene, and he's so involved with Michael and production. I don't know where he gets his energy!" "Yeah, he stays busy. I sleep in the same room as him and sometimes it seems like I don't even see him," you giggle. "Oh, but when he does get to be around you, it certainly seems you have his attention," Meryl points out, "I know you've said you two are just close, but I really think he likes you." "You think he likes me? Why do you think he likes me?" "Well, he's quite watchful of you, making sure you never get into trouble, especially around Savage. He always has an arm around you when we're hanging out at the hotel. And the way he looks at you. He looks at you... Well, he looks at you the way he looks at me when we're filming." You both look over at Robert and John. John smiles at Meryl and gives her a funny little wink. Robert turns to look when he realizes John isn't looking at him anymore, raising his eyebrows when he sees you and Meryl staring back at him. Him and John turn back to their conversation, shaking off whatever trouble you and Meryl are getting into. "You know the tension between you two is almost unbearable, right?" John says in a casual tone, knowing that this question is anything but casual. "I'm sorry, what?" Robert sputters. "You and (Y/N). It's so obvious to everyone that you have feelings for one another. Well, obvious to everyone but you and her, apparently." He gives Robert a side eye and raised eyebrows. "I mean... I care about (Y/N), but I- I don't have feelings for her. Her dad would kill me." "You don't have feelings for her, or you feel like you shouldn't have feelings for her?" There's a long silence between them. Robert looks up at John in a way that lets John know he's right. "Take it from me, Bobby. Life's too short." With that, Robert stands up, and walks over to you and Meryl, still at the bar. "Excuse me," he starts, always a gentleman, "Meryl, would you mind if I borrowed (Y/N) from you?" "Oh! No, go ahead," she says with a small laugh. "(Y/N)," there's a bit of a nervous tone in his voice, "would you like to dance with me? I know I've been avoiding it for weeks now." "I'd love to," you smile at him. He puts his hands on your hips, lifting you off of the tall bar stool and helping you to the ground. On the dancefloor, he pulls you into his chest with an arm around your waist and a hand tangled in the back of your hair. Your hands rest on his hips, and you slowly sway back and forth together, even when the song playing wasn't slow. It wasn't really proper slow dancing, but you weren't going to complain; you both enjoyed the closeness. That night at the hotel, you decide to watch a movie together before going to bed; you didn't have to be up super early for once. So you both hop into your pajamas, and Robert finds something on the TV and pats the spot on the bed next to him. "I have my own bed, you know?" you joke. "I know, but it's no fun watching a movie that far apart. Would you sit on a different couch if we were in a living room?" "I guess you have a point." You climb onto his bed, and he puts his arm around your shoulders, watching the movie which was already started, but it is close enough to the beginning. Part of the way through the movie, Robert's eyes linger down to your hand resting on your lap, although you don't notice this. In fact, you're quite sleepy. You feel his fingers gently grace over the back of your hand, and you react by turning your hand over for him. He softly traces little shapes into the palm of your hand, and he teases at your finger tips like he wants to lace his fingers with yours. You decide to bite the bullet and go for it. The next time his fingertips grace yours, you slide your fingers in between his, holding his hand. You're both way to nervous to look at each other, so you both just go back to watching the movie while he strokes his thumb over yours. • • • The next morning, you wake up surrounded by the Robert's scent, which is always very nice, but no Robert nearby. You quickly realize that you're still in his bed; you must have fallen asleep during the movie last night. You sit up looking around for your roommate, and you find him in your bed, looking up at you as if he was waiting for you to find him. The sun spilling in through the window and across his face accentuated his dimples and the smile lines around his eyes. He, too, looked like a sunbeam as he grinned up at you. "Good morning, sleepy head. You fell asleep during our movie, and I didn't have the heart to move you, so I figured we could just trade beds for the night," he says lightly laughing. It seemed like he was in a very good mood this morning. "Oh, well thank you for giving me your bed all to myself. It probably would've been way too hot if you stayed over here." "Mmm, I knew you thought I was hot," he has a smug look on his face. "No! I meant like body temperature. You're probably like a human heater when you sleep!" you argue with him. "Well, wouldn't you like to know?" he jokes, getting up out of bed to get ready to go to set. "I don't ever wanna know!" you yell as he closes the bathroom door. Just a little while later, as everyone is heading out of the hotel to get in the big black van and go to the filming location, John looks at you and asks, "So what is it that you don't wanna know?" "Huh?" you reply to John. "We heard you yell at Robert 'I don't ever wanna know!' through the walls a little while ago." You had no idea the walls were that thin, and you wonder what else they had heard. Robert butts in, "Oh, that was just (Y/N) trying to deny that she thinks I'm hot and wants to sleep with me," with a devilish look on his face. "ROBERT!" you yell, hitting him on the shoulder. "That is totally taken out of context, and you know it!" Everyone is roaring with laughter, while you blush a deep shade of pink. Robert puts all of the jokes to rest by telling everyone what really happened, but conveniently leaving out the part about you two holding hands for a while last night. • • • The next few days are pretty normal, although bittersweet, as it is the last few days of filming in Ohio. The cast spends a lot of time hanging out in Meryl and John's hotel room, and everyone goes out to the bar to celebrate on the last night on location. You go back to New York with Robert and most of the cast the day after filming wraps in Ohio. You would have a break for a few weeks before flying out to Washington for filming the hunting scenes. Everyone says their goodbyes at the airport, with John throwing in one final joke, "Invite us to the wedding if you two decide to elope before Washington!" You and Robert were used to it at that point; it was an every day thing that someone made a joke about you two getting together, but it really didn't bother either of you too much. Hell, even you made jokes about yourselves sometimes. Of course, Robert makes sure to take you home himself, or have his driver take you both to your house. You were so excited to see your dad again! You had called him several times while you were gone, but that doesn't mean you didn't miss him. You and your dad share a long embrace as he invites Robert in for a drink before he goes home. Robert kindly accepts coming in to relax for a while. Immediately, your dad notices how much closer you and Robert are, but he figures that spending a month together will probably do that to any two people. He's just glad you've made some important connections in the film industry. The two men listened intently as you spoke cheerfully of all of your experiences and the things you learned during the first leg of filming, Robert adding in some bits here or there. You both decided to leave out the jokes everyone made about you two getting together, assuming it would be an awkward conversation to have. Robert doesn't stay as long as he normally would've, because he has to be up early in the morning to go meet with other producers and directors. He stays so busy; you know you won't see him again until it's time to film. When he goes to leave, Robert pulls you up into a big hug telling you how fun it's been having you around, and that he can't wait to take you to Washington. • • • A couple of weeks go by, and everything is as it was at home with your dad. Except now you miss Robert a lot of the time, because you had been so close. You missed all of the cast; you had all become such good friends. Either way, you tried to keep busy by going to work with your dad a lot and looking into new roles to audition for, although you found yourself more interested in other aspects of film production since going to Ohio. One night, your dad calls you downstairs, because there's a call for you on the home phone. Your dad tells you that it's Robert, and he's asking to talk to you. You weren't expecting to hear from him at all, so you can't help but worry that something is wrong, especially with John being sick. "Hello?" you say into the phone. "Hey, there," Robert's tone is unreadable. "You rang?" "Yeah, I did. Um... I know this is last minute, but I wanted to know if you would come over for dinner tomorrow? My schedule opened up tomorrow night, and I gotta admit I miss you more than I thought I would." "Oh..." you silently thank God your dad had walked off, "just you and me?" "Yeah, I was thinking I could order room service for dinner, and we could watch a movie like we did at the hotel. Plus I think everyone else is probably busy, unless you want me to invite your other boyfriend," he giggles. He was referring to Savage and how he relentlessly tried to hit on you. "Oh, no. I don't think I could deal with both of you," you reply with a laugh. "That's what I thought. So, I'll see you tomorrow at seven?" "Yep. See you then!" The next night arrives quickly, and now the dilemma you're facing is that you have no idea what to where. Is this casual? Does he want you to dress up? You aren't sure, and it's too late to call him; he's probably almost here. You decide to go casual, but not sweatpants casual. Why would Robert want you to dress up to go to his apartment? Seems like Robert went for the same kind of attire, you see when he shows up. You throw a quick goodbye and a kiss on the cheek to your dad before Robert leads you out to the car with a hand on the small of your back. It's not too long of a car ride to his place, because you both live in the city; however, somewhere in the middle of the trip, Robert abruptly asks his driver to stop at a bakery up ahead. You give the man next to you a confused look, and he smiles saying, "Look, I have to start doing some pretty intense training for another movie, so this might be one of the last times I get to eat cake for a while! I was thinking we could pick something up to have after dinner." There's a brief pause between you two, then Robert quickly adds on, "You can pick out whatever you want! I'll buy it!" You can't help but laugh at his excitement, and you take his hand as he basically rips you out of the car and into the bakery. The smell in the air was incredible; it makes you want to buy everything in the shop. So you and Robert go crazy picking out anything and everything that looks good, all the while giggling like school girls with one another! You arrive at Robert's apartment with bags of desserts in tow, and almost immediately, you're placing an order with room service for dinner. Stopping by the bakery had made you both very hungry. The desserts were left in the kitchen as the two of you make your way to the couch, in an effort to avoid eating all the sweets that smelled so heavenly. Robert quickly found something on the TV, although he didn't turn it up very loud; you both knew you'd be talking anyway. He leans back into the couch, putting an arm comfortably around you. At this point, it wasn't a big deal for you two to be hanging all over one another. "I didn't think I would miss you this much," Robert blurts out, "uhh, I mean, we just spent so much time together, more than I would normally spend with anyone from set." "Yeah? You miss spending the night with me?" you joke. Robert rolls his eyes. You continue, "Miss waking up to my beautiful face every day? Or waiting for me to get out the shower?" "Oh, stop! You know it wasn't like that," Robert said with a grin, but his face quickly drops into a serious look. He reaches up and gently pushes your hair behind your ear. His eyes looked over your whole face, appreciating all of your features, before locking eyes with you. He tangles his fingers in your hair at the nape of your neck and pulls you close, placing his forehead against yours. You weren't completely sure what he was doing, but you weren't mad about it. Almost instinctively, you close your eyes and begin nuzzling your nose against his. At first just bumping the end of your nose against his, and then you feel his nose next to yours as he moves closer to you. Everything feels like it's happening in slow motion. His hand still firmly grasping your hair, a tiny giggle leaves your lips for whatever reason. You feel the hair from his beard tickle your chin, and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you realize he's about to kiss you. His bottom lip barely graces yours, and the doorbell rings. Room service with the dinner you ordered. Your eyes fly open, seeing Robert pull back from you and take a deep breath, washing the intense expression off of his face. "I'm sorry," he says standing up and straightening out his shirt, "I don't know what I was thinking." Before you could say anything, he was opening the door, and dinner was brought in by one of the apartment staff. You took a moment to get it together and put whatever just happened behind you. You assume Robert decided to do the same, because the rest of the evening goes by relatively normal. You both enjoy dinner and of course all the desserts you picked up earlier! Not without lots of laughs anyway, as Robert keep poking fun at you for how you lit up like a child at the bakery. "Oh, like you didn't pick out just as many, if not MORE things than me!" You shout at him, which earns you a laugh from the man next to you. "In fact, it was YOUR idea to go in, Mr. I-have-to-get-in-shape-for-a-new-movie!" He cuts his eyes at you as if to say something, but instead shoves a pastry in your mouth, smearing icing across your lips and chin. You both double over in a fit of laughter, reaching for napkins to clean your face with. Thank goodness that was the highlight of the evening, so you had something other than "oh yeah, Robert almost kissed me" to tell your dad when you got home. • • •

As you would've guessed, you didn't see Robert again until you were headed to Washington. You sit with him on the plane again, but this time, a lot of the cast had different flights, traveling in from other parts of the world. The flight takes most of your day, as it's definitely the evening by the time you are picked up at the airport. Up in the mountains, it is freezing, first of all. Luckily you're from New York, and Washington isn't much further North, so you know how to handle the cold. Second, they have the whole cast and crew staying in cabins that are scattered along the mountain side. It is already pretty dark, but from what you could see, it's beautiful up on the mountain range. You don't have much to do that night, and all of the cast is arriving at different times, and production setup is running behind (the norm with Michael Cimino), so the cast all agrees to have lunch together the next day before shooting kicks off this week. Robert takes you into the visitor's center that presides over the cabins to pick up keys, and the staff even gives you some warm bowls of soup to take up to the cabin with you. Up in the cabin, you quickly cut the heater on, shivering while you wait on the room to warm up a bit. Robert sets down his bags and the soup, and walks up behind you, putting his hands on your arms and rubbing them vigorously. It warms you up pretty well, especially when he puts his warm hands on your neck. "Mm, thank you," you let out in a moan. "It's no problem, honey," Robert says lowly, almost in a whisper. "You okay?" you ask him. "Mhmm... Just sleepy and thinking about that soup," he says wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into your neck, "Feel any warmer?" "Well, I stopped shaking," you sink back into him, and place your cold hands on his warm ones. He moves to put your hands under his, stroking the back of your hands with his thumbs. You stay like that for a few minutes before you break the silence, "You wanna eat that soup? Seemed like you were hungry." "Hmm, yeah." He pulls away from you, rubbing your arms a little like he did before, and walks into the little kitchen to get his soup. The room is a few degrees warmer, but this cabin must have horrible insulation or something, because it's still freezing even with the heater on. By the time you head over to the kitchen, Robert is bringing your soup over to the table. You both quickly dig in; Robert because he was hungry, and you because you're so cold. The soup warmed you up pretty well. The rest of the evening, there wasn't too much to do. Robert watched some TV, you went through your clothes making sure you had enough warm stuff before changing into pajamas and climbing into bed. You figured you should go ahead and try to warm your bed up sooner rather than later. A while later, you're still sitting in bed shivering a bit; Robert stands up and chuckles at you before heading out of the room to change clothes. He comes back in sweatpants and a t-shirt and climbs into his bed. "How are you wearing that to bed?" you ask him bewildered. "Um, just like this," he pulls the blankets up over his shoulders. "It's literally freezing in here. You're not cold?" "Nope, are you?" he has that devilish look on his face, knowing the answer to that question. You shoot him a deadpan look and turn over, ignoring him and trying to get warm. "Goodnight, then," Robert laughs. "Goodnight." You both lie there in silence for a while. Robert watches you tossing and turning, bunching the covers up on top of yourself, and still shivering the whole time. "(Y/N)." "What?" You turn to look at him under your huge pile of blankets. "Come here." "What do you mean, come here?" "Come get in bed with me," he says sternly. "Ooooh, no! You're not gonna get to joke about me sleeping with you all week." "(Y/N), you're freezing, and you're not gonna get any sleep like that. Just... Let me keep you warm." The look on his face was one of concern and sincerity. "You won't make fun of me?" you ask sheepishly. "I won't make fun of you." There was a small pause. "You promise?" "Oh my gosh, yes! I promise," he says with a big smile and an eye roll, "Will you get your ass over here already?" You stand up, and he holds the blankets up for you. You sit down and scoot in close to him. Robert drops the blankets on you, before grabbing you and pulling you into his chest. You make a move to protest, until you realize how warm he is. You resign to stay cuddled up to him and tangle your legs with his. You start to drift off to sleep feeling his breath gently on your forehead and his fingers tracing shapes in your back. "I knew it. You are like a human heater," you joke quietly. Without opening his eyes, Robert groans then whispers, "I knew you thought I was hot." • • • The next morning, you both wake up to the sound of the alarm clock. Robert quickly rolls you onto your back and reaches across you to turn off the alarm. You look up at him as he lingers above you for a moment. He gives you a sweet smile before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. It catches you completely off guard, and it's over before you even realize what he has done. He looks into your eyes, and you place a hand on his cheek. It was like a dam broke. You both smash your lips into one another's kissing passionately, hands exploring each other. Robert catches your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours and pushing your hand up above your head on the pillow. His other hand finds your hair as he continues to move his lips against yours. Your free hand roams his back, while your feet gently rub against his legs underneath the sheets. He pulls away from you slightly, breaking your kiss, both of you breathing heavily. He flashes a toothy smile at you, knowing he looks good, and breathes out, "Good morning!" You giggle and tell him, "Good morning," too. "Hmmm," Robert hums, nuzzling into the crook of your neck leaving little kisses there, "it *is* a good morning..." "I guess everyone was right about us, huh?" you point out. "Oh, who cares what they think?" "I think you do, cradle robber." You both try to look at each other seriously, but that always ends in laughter. Luckily it was a slow morning so you could spend some time together, kissing and figuring out whether or not you wanted to tell everyone at lunch. Just before time to leave, Michael came by to check on both of you and tell you that the van was ready. "Alright, we'll be out in a few minutes," Robert told Michael. "See you at the van!" Michael called out as he closed the door to your cabin. Robert turned to you and snuck his hands up the sides of your jacket, just enough for his fingertips to make contact with your skin. You placed one hand on the back of his neck and the other in his hair, while he leaned into you for one last little makeout session before heading out. You felt your back hit the wall lightly, as the door bursts open and John yells, "What's up, lovebirds--OH!" You and Robert turn to see Meryl and John at the front of your cabin giggling, the rest of the group rushing up to see why John shouted so loudly. You quickly push Robert off of you and blush a deep shade of red. Everyone starts laughing, and John looks at the two of you with a huge grin on his face, and says, "Oooh, you two are never gonna hear the end of this."

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So many great titles from the W this week, and we have your looks at them all. Here’s the IDW Publishing Previews for 4-5-2017.

Angry Birds: Flight School #2

Writer: Kari Korhonen Artists: Marco Gervasio & Various Cover Artist: Philip Murphy

Red has moved from his old home back into the village to be closer to his new friends. But after a life of solitude, Red quickly learns that having roommates, in the form of Bomb and Chuck, might be a bit more than he is ready to take on!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

All-new comics featuring stories based on the hit movie!

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Animal Noir #3

Writers: Izar Lunacek & Nejc Juren Artist: Izar Lunacek Cover Artist: Izar Lunacek

Though still on the trail of the missing prey fantasy flick, Manny Diamond decides to call it a night and return home to his disconnected wife. But how will their night go — and Manny’s case — when a group of hippo mobsters bust in looking for Manny?

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

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Box Office Poison Color Comics #4

Writer: Alex Robinson Artist: Alex Robinson Cover Artist: Alex Robinson

Sherman’s on a date… with a girl whose name he can’t remember! And Ed’s employment situation changes, but will it be for the better? All this in thrilling color!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Winner of the Eisner Award for Talent Deserving Wider Recognition, the International Comics Festival Award for Best Debut Graphic Novel (Angouleme, France), and voted by Wizard Magazine as the best indy graphic novel of all time.

“A salute to comics, an exploration of the human condition, and a solid, absorbing, and riotously snide tale about at least half of the things that make life important.” — Tasha Robinson, The AV Club

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Brutal Nature: Concrete Fury #2

Writer: Luciano Saracino Artist: Ariel Olivetti Cover Artist: Ariel Olivetti

As our hero learns the history of the shapeshifting masks, the evil Thomas Wolf relives his own experience with the powerful artifacts… and makes his nefarious intentions clear!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

The beautifully painted story continues, featuring art by comics superstar Ariel Olivetti!

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Darkness Visible #3

Writers: Mike Carey & Arvind Ethan David Artist: Livio Ramondelli Cover Artist: Livio Ramondelli

When the demons came, humanity reluctantly learned to share the world with another sentient race. Eighty years later, this uneasy co-existence has spawned an endless terrorist conflict. This special issue, with guest artist Livio Ramondelli, reveals just how that compact was forged during the darkest days of World War II.

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

From bestselling author and screenwriter Mike Carey (Unwritten, Lucifer, Girl with All the Gifts) and Arvind Ethan David (Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency) comes an all-new, original world of darkness and demons.

Featuring guest art by Livio Ramondelli (Transformers)!

Ask your retailer about the variant cover by Ryan Kelly (Saucer Country)!

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Donald Duck #19

Writers: Rodolfo Cimino, Jonathan Gray Artist: Giorgio Cavazzano Cover Artists: Daan Jippes, Ulrich Schroeder

“Kingdom Under the Sea!” Skindiver Donald chases a fish dinner straight into Princess Reginella’s awesome subaquatic world—just in time for duck-smashing deepwater danger!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

At last! The great Reginella makes her long-awaited USA Disney Comics debut—and Donald’s love life may never be the same!

It’s a legendary Disney epic by fan favorite Giorgio Cavazzano… in English for the first time ever!

Continues this beloved series’ legacy numbering at #386!

Variant cover by Massimo Fecchi!

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Dungeons & Dragons: The Legend of Drizzt, Vol. 6: The Halfling’s Gem

Writers: R.A. Salvatore, Andrew Dabb Artist: Tim Seeley Cover Artist: Tyler Walpole

Adapted from the famous book by R.A. Salvatore, The Legend of Drizzt: The Halfling’s Gem. At long last, Drizzt D’ourden has found a surrogate family to love and stand by through all. However, in the aftermath of the battle for Mithral Hall, Drizzt finds this family in pieces. Bruenor Battlehammer is lost, thought to be dead; Guenwhyvar–his loyal, magical panther–is missing; and Regis The Halfling has been kidnapped by Drizzt’s archenemy, Artemis Entreri.

TPB • FC • $19.99 • 128 pages • ISBN: 978-1-63140-865-6

Bullet points:

Advance solicited for April release!

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Jem and the Holograms #25

Writer: Kelly Thompson Artist: Gisele Lagace Cover Artist: Jen Bartel

Truly Outrageous Part Two! In Hawaii The Stingers plot against Jem and The Holograms for “stealing Raya” as Riot tries to win back Jem. Meanwhile Jerrica must reconcile the two people she has become – Jem and Jerrica – and that might just mean telling Rio the truth!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Is someone going to throw Kimber into a volcano? Possibly!

When tempted, what will Raya do with The Holograms greatest secret?

Variant cover by Gisele Lagace!

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Kill Shakespeare – Past is Prologue: Juliet #1

Writer: Conor McCreery Artist: Corin Howell Cover Artist: Simon Davis

Juliet Lives! The newest chapter of the award-winning Kill Shakespeare series flashes back to five months after the death of Romeo, where Juliet is mourning yet another loved one – her mother. Now Juliet must discover who the murderer is, lest she becomes the next victim.  New series artist Corin Howell (Transformers, The Mighty Zodiac, X-Files: Scully) takes the reins in a tale perfect for new readers to the series.

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

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Michael Recycle #2

Writer: Eleanor Wharton Artists: Alexandra Colombo & Thomas Zahler Cover Artist: Alexandra Colombo

Michael and company head to South America when a landfill fire threatens to destroy the precious surrounding jungle – and a recycling plant not too far away! Will Landfill Jill learn a valuable lesson about recycling and repurposing before it’s too late? Join Michael and his friends in their latest adventure to find out!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Young readers who have enjoyed the Michael Recycle books and their eco-friendly messages can now thrill to more adventures in comic-book form!

Children are becoming more and more aware of the environment around them, and Michael’s green tips help them become responsible at an early age.

Alexandra Colombo’s charming art will captivate readers of all ages.

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Mickey Mouse #19

Writers: Andrea “Casty” Castellan, Thad Komorowski, David Gerstein Artists: Massimo De Vita, Cèsar Ferioli Cover Artist: Andrea Freccero

“The Magnificent Doublejoke,” Part 1! A bizarrely trollish crimefighter turns Mickey’s and Pegleg Pete’s lives upside down! Then it’s Mickey vs. Mortimer in “Early to Bid!”

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Modern Mickey master Andrea “Casty” Castellan brings us a brand-new… hero? Villain? Maybe the amazing Doublejoke is—both!

Continues this beloved series’ legacy numbering at #328!

Variant cover by Marco Mazzarello!

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Revolution: Aw Yeah! #1

Writer: Art Baltazar Artist: Art Baltazar Cover Artist: Art Baltazar

Meanwhile in the Microspace, the evil Baron Karza searches for a magical ancient relic that is rumored to be ultimate power of all existence. His search leads him to the Transformers Universe! Baron Karza’s plan is to attack the Transformers’ leader…OPTIMUS PRIME! How can he do this? He’s so tiny and the Autobots are so huge! Never underestimate his micro power of evil.  While in outer space, ROM the Space Knight continues his search for the Dire Wraiths! Guest starring G.I. JOE and the Micronauts!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Variant cover by Franco!

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Starstruck: Old Proldiers Never Die #3

Writer: Elaine Lee Artist: Michael Kaluta Cover Artist: Michael Kaluta

Back at the Sailor’s Grave, Harry and the Galactic Girl Guides try to decipher the recording made by the Sisterhood’s recruiting bot. While viewing the footage, Harry realizes nearly everyone he knows is involved in a plot to… what? He has many of the clues, but they still aren’t adding up. Could a fire on the Vale of Tiers shed a little light on things?

FC • 32 pages • $4.99

Bullet points:

Completely new coloring, and 50% new art from Michael Kaluta over the course of the series!

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The Electric Sublime

Writer: W. Maxwell Prince Artist: Martín Morazzo Cover Artist: Martín Morazzo

“Art is anything you can get away with… destroy it all.” Welcome to THE ELECTRIC SUBLIME–where art history, madness, and expression meet in a Pollock-splatter of thrilling crime adventure! When a mysterious change in the composition of a famous painting begins poisoning the minds of its spectators, Margot Breslin – director of the Bureau of Artistic Integrity – must pull famed “art detective” Arthur Brut out of a mental institution and back into the insanity that sent him there in the first place.

TPB • FC • $17.99 • 104 pages • ISBN: 978-1-63140-866-3

Bullet points:

Advance solicited for April release!

“What an incredibly cool, edgy, clever and engaging concept! Wonderfully written, beautifully illustrated! The world Prince, Morazzo, and Lopes have created with The Electric Sublime had me hooked three pages in and I cannot WAIT to see where they take it. Wonderfully written and beautifully illustrated–it is now firmly at the top of my recommended reading list!” –Kevin Eastman

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Uncle Scrooge #25

Writers: Tormod Løkling, Byron Erickson, Daan Jippes Artists: Arild Midthun, Daan Jippes Cover Artist: Arild Midthun

“The Hansa Hazard!” Scrooge and Donald set sail on the trail of a long-lost Clan McDuck treasure trove—but old enemies Azure Blue and Sharky vow to get there first!

FC • 40 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Continues this beloved series’ legacy numbering at #429!

Classic Carl Barks bad guys Azure Blue and Sharky return for a new round of piracy and plunder!

Variant cover by Fabrizio Petrossi!

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via IDW Publishing

IDW Publishing Previews for 4-5-2017

So many great titles from the W this week, and we have your looks at them all.

IDW Publishing Previews for 4-5-2017 So many great titles from the W this week, and we have your looks at them all.

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So many great titles from the W this week, and we have your looks at them all. Here’s the IDW Publishing Previews for 4-5-2017.

Angry Birds: Flight School #2

Writer: Kari Korhonen Artists: Marco Gervasio & Various Cover Artist: Philip Murphy

Red has moved from his old home back into the village to be closer to his new friends. But after a life of solitude, Red quickly learns that having roommates, in the form of Bomb and Chuck, might be a bit more than he is ready to take on!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

All-new comics featuring stories based on the hit movie!

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Animal Noir #3

Writers: Izar Lunacek & Nejc Juren Artist: Izar Lunacek Cover Artist: Izar Lunacek

Though still on the trail of the missing prey fantasy flick, Manny Diamond decides to call it a night and return home to his disconnected wife. But how will their night go — and Manny’s case — when a group of hippo mobsters bust in looking for Manny?

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

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Box Office Poison Color Comics #4

Writer: Alex Robinson Artist: Alex Robinson Cover Artist: Alex Robinson

Sherman’s on a date… with a girl whose name he can’t remember! And Ed’s employment situation changes, but will it be for the better? All this in thrilling color!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Winner of the Eisner Award for Talent Deserving Wider Recognition, the International Comics Festival Award for Best Debut Graphic Novel (Angouleme, France), and voted by Wizard Magazine as the best indy graphic novel of all time.

“A salute to comics, an exploration of the human condition, and a solid, absorbing, and riotously snide tale about at least half of the things that make life important.” — Tasha Robinson, The AV Club

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Brutal Nature: Concrete Fury #2

Writer: Luciano Saracino Artist: Ariel Olivetti Cover Artist: Ariel Olivetti

As our hero learns the history of the shapeshifting masks, the evil Thomas Wolf relives his own experience with the powerful artifacts… and makes his nefarious intentions clear!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

The beautifully painted story continues, featuring art by comics superstar Ariel Olivetti!

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Darkness Visible #3

Writers: Mike Carey & Arvind Ethan David Artist: Livio Ramondelli Cover Artist: Livio Ramondelli

When the demons came, humanity reluctantly learned to share the world with another sentient race. Eighty years later, this uneasy co-existence has spawned an endless terrorist conflict. This special issue, with guest artist Livio Ramondelli, reveals just how that compact was forged during the darkest days of World War II.

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

From bestselling author and screenwriter Mike Carey (Unwritten, Lucifer, Girl with All the Gifts) and Arvind Ethan David (Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency) comes an all-new, original world of darkness and demons.

Featuring guest art by Livio Ramondelli (Transformers)!

Ask your retailer about the variant cover by Ryan Kelly (Saucer Country)!

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Donald Duck #19

Writers: Rodolfo Cimino, Jonathan Gray Artist: Giorgio Cavazzano Cover Artists: Daan Jippes, Ulrich Schroeder

“Kingdom Under the Sea!” Skindiver Donald chases a fish dinner straight into Princess Reginella’s awesome subaquatic world—just in time for duck-smashing deepwater danger!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

At last! The great Reginella makes her long-awaited USA Disney Comics debut—and Donald’s love life may never be the same!

It’s a legendary Disney epic by fan favorite Giorgio Cavazzano… in English for the first time ever!

Continues this beloved series’ legacy numbering at #386!

Variant cover by Massimo Fecchi!

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Dungeons & Dragons: The Legend of Drizzt, Vol. 6: The Halfling’s Gem

Writers: R.A. Salvatore, Andrew Dabb Artist: Tim Seeley Cover Artist: Tyler Walpole

Adapted from the famous book by R.A. Salvatore, The Legend of Drizzt: The Halfling’s Gem. At long last, Drizzt D’ourden has found a surrogate family to love and stand by through all. However, in the aftermath of the battle for Mithral Hall, Drizzt finds this family in pieces. Bruenor Battlehammer is lost, thought to be dead; Guenwhyvar–his loyal, magical panther–is missing; and Regis The Halfling has been kidnapped by Drizzt’s archenemy, Artemis Entreri.

TPB • FC • $19.99 • 128 pages • ISBN: 978-1-63140-865-6

Bullet points:

Advance solicited for April release!

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Jem and the Holograms #25

Writer: Kelly Thompson Artist: Gisele Lagace Cover Artist: Jen Bartel

Truly Outrageous Part Two! In Hawaii The Stingers plot against Jem and The Holograms for “stealing Raya” as Riot tries to win back Jem. Meanwhile Jerrica must reconcile the two people she has become – Jem and Jerrica – and that might just mean telling Rio the truth!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Is someone going to throw Kimber into a volcano? Possibly!

When tempted, what will Raya do with The Holograms greatest secret?

Variant cover by Gisele Lagace!

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Kill Shakespeare – Past is Prologue: Juliet #1

Writer: Conor McCreery Artist: Corin Howell Cover Artist: Simon Davis

Juliet Lives! The newest chapter of the award-winning Kill Shakespeare series flashes back to five months after the death of Romeo, where Juliet is mourning yet another loved one – her mother. Now Juliet must discover who the murderer is, lest she becomes the next victim.  New series artist Corin Howell (Transformers, The Mighty Zodiac, X-Files: Scully) takes the reins in a tale perfect for new readers to the series.

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

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Michael Recycle #2

Writer: Eleanor Wharton Artists: Alexandra Colombo & Thomas Zahler Cover Artist: Alexandra Colombo

Michael and company head to South America when a landfill fire threatens to destroy the precious surrounding jungle – and a recycling plant not too far away! Will Landfill Jill learn a valuable lesson about recycling and repurposing before it’s too late? Join Michael and his friends in their latest adventure to find out!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Young readers who have enjoyed the Michael Recycle books and their eco-friendly messages can now thrill to more adventures in comic-book form!

Children are becoming more and more aware of the environment around them, and Michael’s green tips help them become responsible at an early age.

Alexandra Colombo’s charming art will captivate readers of all ages.

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Mickey Mouse #19

Writers: Andrea “Casty” Castellan, Thad Komorowski, David Gerstein Artists: Massimo De Vita, Cèsar Ferioli Cover Artist: Andrea Freccero

“The Magnificent Doublejoke,” Part 1! A bizarrely trollish crimefighter turns Mickey’s and Pegleg Pete’s lives upside down! Then it’s Mickey vs. Mortimer in “Early to Bid!”

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Modern Mickey master Andrea “Casty” Castellan brings us a brand-new… hero? Villain? Maybe the amazing Doublejoke is—both!

Continues this beloved series’ legacy numbering at #328!

Variant cover by Marco Mazzarello!

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Revolution: Aw Yeah! #1

Writer: Art Baltazar Artist: Art Baltazar Cover Artist: Art Baltazar

Meanwhile in the Microspace, the evil Baron Karza searches for a magical ancient relic that is rumored to be ultimate power of all existence. His search leads him to the Transformers Universe! Baron Karza’s plan is to attack the Transformers’ leader…OPTIMUS PRIME! How can he do this? He’s so tiny and the Autobots are so huge! Never underestimate his micro power of evil.  While in outer space, ROM the Space Knight continues his search for the Dire Wraiths! Guest starring G.I. JOE and the Micronauts!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Variant cover by Franco!

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Starstruck: Old Proldiers Never Die #3

Writer: Elaine Lee Artist: Michael Kaluta Cover Artist: Michael Kaluta

Back at the Sailor’s Grave, Harry and the Galactic Girl Guides try to decipher the recording made by the Sisterhood’s recruiting bot. While viewing the footage, Harry realizes nearly everyone he knows is involved in a plot to… what? He has many of the clues, but they still aren’t adding up. Could a fire on the Vale of Tiers shed a little light on things?

FC • 32 pages • $4.99

Bullet points:

Completely new coloring, and 50% new art from Michael Kaluta over the course of the series!

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The Electric Sublime

Writer: W. Maxwell Prince Artist: Martín Morazzo Cover Artist: Martín Morazzo

“Art is anything you can get away with… destroy it all.” Welcome to THE ELECTRIC SUBLIME–where art history, madness, and expression meet in a Pollock-splatter of thrilling crime adventure! When a mysterious change in the composition of a famous painting begins poisoning the minds of its spectators, Margot Breslin – director of the Bureau of Artistic Integrity – must pull famed “art detective” Arthur Brut out of a mental institution and back into the insanity that sent him there in the first place.

TPB • FC • $17.99 • 104 pages • ISBN: 978-1-63140-866-3

Bullet points:

Advance solicited for April release!

“What an incredibly cool, edgy, clever and engaging concept! Wonderfully written, beautifully illustrated! The world Prince, Morazzo, and Lopes have created with The Electric Sublime had me hooked three pages in and I cannot WAIT to see where they take it. Wonderfully written and beautifully illustrated–it is now firmly at the top of my recommended reading list!” –Kevin Eastman

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Uncle Scrooge #25

Writers: Tormod Løkling, Byron Erickson, Daan Jippes Artists: Arild Midthun, Daan Jippes Cover Artist: Arild Midthun

“The Hansa Hazard!” Scrooge and Donald set sail on the trail of a long-lost Clan McDuck treasure trove—but old enemies Azure Blue and Sharky vow to get there first!

FC • 40 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Continues this beloved series’ legacy numbering at #429!

Classic Carl Barks bad guys Azure Blue and Sharky return for a new round of piracy and plunder!

Variant cover by Fabrizio Petrossi!

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via IDW Publishing

IDW Publishing Previews for 4-5-2017 So many great titles from the W this week, and we have your looks at them all.

[wxshing-aep]

Hiii, I saw ur request post!! could you maybe

write some dating Ethan morales hcs??💖

Dating Ethan Morales Would Include

pairing: ethan morales x reader (all characters are 18+) AN: this will be dating college!ethan cause i thought it'd be more interesting, also didn't proofread this warnings: swearing, gets nsfw in the second half so 18+ (minors dni)

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you met ethan when you were assigned to tutor him cause he was failing calc. you originally found him to be pretty obnoxious and got tired of his overly nonchalant attitude which culminated in you yelling at him about how he needs to start trying or he's gonna get kicked out. he made no move to respond to your angry rant and just stared back at you with wide eyes and blown out pupils. "what?" you question. "sorry, you're kinda really fucking hot when you're mad"

one of your study sessions ended with him pulling you onto his lap while you made out and his hands roamed your body

he got a little nervous asking you out on a real date even though you've already made out multiple times. he was a bit worried that you'd reject him. he wasn't sure if you'd want a serious relationship with him since he's got a bit of a womanizer reputation. (spoiler alert: you said yes)

his grades got a lot better once he actually started trying because he loved seeing how excited you'd get for him when he showed you a good grade that he got on a test

ethan's love language is definitely physical touch. he needs his hands on you at all times, normally around your waist or resting on your thigh. he's constantly drawing little shapes on whatever part of your bare skin he has access to. most of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it

you go on a lot of late night drives that may or may not end with the two of you in the backseat of ethan's car

he loves when you wear his clothes but still consistently accuses you of robbing him. "wearing my jacket again, you little thief" "oh, did you want it ba-" "no"

he is your own personal hype-man, there is no shortage of compliments coming from him

"see you later, gorgeous", "damn, my girl looks sexy", "my girlfriend is the most beautiful person on the planet"

he lets you braid his hair when you're bored

he'll match his nail color to yours but will never admit that he did it on purpose and always insist that it was a coincidence

he gets very jealous, but will deny it if you call him out. you were once at a party very innocently talking to a male friend from your psych seminar about how hard your recent test was before ethan walked over to your conversation.

"oh hey, jack, this is my boyfriend ethan" you introduce him, "ethan, this is-" "yea, don't care" ethan interrupts before pulling you by the waist into a searing kiss until jack had left. "there's no reason to be jealous you know? he's just a friend" "i'm not jealous, but that loser was definitely eye-fucking you" "he was not eye-" "let's go make out"

ethan is very distracting when you're trying to study or do any homework

"baaaaaabe, i'm bored", he whines. "m'sorry but I really have to do this research paper" you respond. "or", he starts, closing the book in your hands and tossing it to the side of your bed, "you can take a much needed break and do me instead"

his friends call him whipped bc of how obsessed with you he is and he doesn't give a fuck cause he is in fact obsessed with you

he lets you color in his tattoos

he definitely tries to teach you how to skateboard and holds both your hands if you're too scared to let go of him

he got you a necklace with his initial on it and has a ring with your initial on it

nsfw 18+

that man definitely knows what he's doing in the bedroom cause, let's face it, he was a bit of a whore in the past

you guys have a lot of sex, like a lot of sex to the point where you might have gotten a few noise complaint's from the people that live next to your dorm room

he's a capital M Munch. ethan loves eating pussy, like he definitely does it for his own enjoyment. he could spend hours in between your thighs and any moans or whimpers coming from you just egg him on even more

ethan was so turned on when you agreed to sit on his face

"your face is pretty", you complimented him. "yea? you should sit on it" oh. "like sit on it sit on it?" "sit. on. it." "but what if I like suffocate you or something" "you won't, and if you did i'd die happy" so you did and holy shit does that boy know how to use his mouth. he wouldn't stop till you came on his face multiple times and your legs are shaking around his head

he keeps his hair long cause he likes when you tug on it while he's eating you out. it turns him on so much that he has to actively try not to cum in his pants while he's going down on you

ethan is very vocal, he's not afraid to let you know that he's enjoying it. he whimpers for sure. while he's definitely a giver he loves when you have your mouth on him. his mind goes fuzzy when you're blowing him, moaning your name, shaking under you

he's a bit of a sub and loves when you boss him around. ethan absolutely loses his mind when you choke him while you're riding him. he just loves seeing you on top of him, telling him what to do, using him for your own pleasure. he'll beg, especially if you're edging him

"baby fuck please i need it, i'll be your good boy i promise"

jealous!ethan is definitely more dominant though. "right there baby? look how wet you are for me. he can't fuck you like i can hmm? want you to cum on my dick like a good girl"

this man cannot hide when he's horny. he immediately gets super handsy and will be whisking you off to the nearest bathroom

he loves your boobs. holding them, sucking on your nipples, cumming on them if you're cool with that. your chest is rarely not covered in hickies.

you're obsessed with ethan's hands and he knows it. he knows how to use them and has no problem sneaking them into you under the table on a date night, only to remove his hands from you right before you finish and make a point of sucking the fingers that had just been inside you clean while holding eye contact with you and letting a smug look take over his face

he has a praise kink and definitely responds with "yes ma'am" when you boss him around. he's gotten turned on when you guys are arguing before, there's just something about you yelling at him that goes straight to his dick

if you wear a sundress, oh it's over for him. he'll have you bent over the nearest surface in seconds and the dress stays on.

[wxshing-aep]

The Prom Committee (pt 1)

Ethan Morales x fem!reader

based on this request:

"how about one where y/n runs an after school club so Ethan keeps getting detention on purpose to see her because he thinks “clubs are for dorks” to quote Paxton and so his reputation as the bad boy isn’t ruined"

Warnings: swearing, banter, the word boobs

AN: decided to make it a 2 parter cause it was getting long while I was writing it and wanted to give Ethan more depth of character than the actually show so part 2 coming tmrw probs!

When his assignment was handed back by Señora Diaz upside down, Ethan wasn't surprised by the big F glaring back at him in red ink when he turned the page over.

“Stupid bitch” he muttered under his breath.

“In Español, Ethan” Señora Diaz paused on her way back to the blackboard, unsure of what he said but certain that it wasn't in Spanish.

“Sorry" he retorted and she continued her route back to the front of the classroom.

"perra estúpida”

“ethan!”

That’s how Ethan ended up in detention for the umpteenth time in his academic career, tapping his pen on the desk in the nearly empty classroom with Mr. Shapiro's happy go-lucky self staring back at him.

"Well, happy to have you here Ethan!" Mr. Shapiro greets picking up a clipboard from his desk. "Not happy to be here" Ethan deadpanned. "Sorry to hear that. Not sure how you managed to get detention during the first week of school, but hey I think that might be a new Sherman Oaks record! Congrats buddy!" Mr. Shapiro cheers before realizing the younger boy is not the slightest bit amused. "Alright, tough crowd."

"Moving right along then," Mr. Shapiro clicks a pen in his hand "time to take roll!" which causes Ethan to look around the empty classroom.

"...I'm literally the only one here"

"I know, I just love checking things off lists," Mr. Shapiro clears his throats " so do I have a Morales comma Ethan?"

"seriously dude?"

"Second call for Ethan Morales"

"you're gonna keep going til I say here, aren't you?"

"You betcha!"

"Here."

"Awesome!" Mr. Shapiro marks a giant check by the one name on his attendance sheet. "god I love doing that- Alright so unfortunately I've gotta skidaddle to help out with the faculty potluck but lucky for you sir we're implementing more of a reformative detention style this year!"

"What the hell does that mean" Ethan asked.

"It means, that instead of sitting here for the next few hours, you my friend, get to offer your help to one of the after school clubs or committees that are a bit low on helping hands" Shapiro responds with finger guns. "so guess who's today's newest member of the prom committee!"

"yea, no. I'm not joining some stupid after school club. clubs are for dorks, losers, and ugly people" Ethan responds grabbing his backpack out of the chair next to him to get up and leave.

"well actually it's a committee"

"even worse"

"Alrighty well I can see what the other options-" is all Mr Shapiro gets out before he is interrupted by your voice from the doorway.

"Oh- hey! Mr. Shapiro, did you find anyone to help with the prom posters? Eric said he'd help me out but then canceled cause he said he had to train with the assistant swim coach to quote make Michael Phelps my bitch end quote. Whatever that means, so I'm kinda flying solo here" You say, drawing Ethan's attention towards you as well.

hot damn. okay maybe after school activities are not only for ugly people. He thinks you might be the prettiest girl he's ever seen and definitely takes a mental note of your outfit that's hugging you in all the right places. He quickly realizes that he doesn't know your name and has no idea how he's never been informed of your existence prior to this moment. He's snapped back to reality by Mr. Shapiro responding to your question. "Ah- I'm sorry but Ethan is-"

"super excited to help decorate for prom" Ethan finds himself blurting out before Mr. Shapiro could finish his sentence.

"Oh- well that's great! Uh Ethan just report back by 6 so I can log your hours! I'm gonna get going, you kids have fun decorating. Go crickets!" Mr. Shapiro says, making his exit as you watch him almost skip down the hall.

"Sup, I'm Ethan" Your attention is brought back to the brown eyed curly haired boy who's suddenly standing in front of you (how the hell did he cross the room that fast, you wonder) with an outstretched hand. He never really shakes hands, he just wanted an excuse to touch you. He's cute, you note mentally. You accept the offer and shake his hand. "and you are?" he continues.

"I'm-" you pause noticing those not so innocent brown eyes are directed elsewhere, "acutely aware of the fact that you're staring at my boobs".

Ethan thinks his brain might've just short circuited cause he was definitely just caught red handed. He'd recently grown a lot more confident with girls since his summer growth spurt and subsequent glow up had dramatically increased the number of girls interested in him, but there was something about you and how you so deliberately called him out that had definitely thrown him off his game.

"Sorry- I uh- I was actually looking at your shirt. They're- It's nice" he wants to die he thinks.

You chuckle at his sudden change in demeanor. "Hmm. Yea, I know they are" you respond, turning on a heel and heading toward the auditorium.

"You comin or what?"

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For one person, you had made pretty okay progress in a week. The current task at hand was making posters to get people excited for the theme reveal. The ground was littered with several half finished or barely started posters.

"Can you draw?" You asked Ethan.

"I'm not much of an artist"

"Really? the graffiti on the side of the school says otherwise. Your handwriting definitely sucks though so I'll do that, but the art's good and if you can do it with a spray can, you can definitely do it with some paint and markers" your unsolicited review of his graffiti made him crack a smile. His latest act of defiance had been a giant snake comically eating a cricket accompanied with the words "get fucked" on the side of the school building.

"You can't prove that was me" he challenges.

"Maybe not, but Mr. Shapiro had mentioned that I might have a detention helper today thanks to Señora Diaz and I happened to notice the words 'stupid bitch' spray painted on her car containing the same weird ass t's as the graffiti on the side of the school and here you are, Ethan."

"Damn, you're good" he pauses realizing he can't throw your name back at you because he still doesn't know it.

"Y/n" you say quietly.

"Huh?"

"My name's y/n"

Pretty name for a pretty girl, he thought.

"Alright y/n. I'll draw as long as I don't have to to touch any glitter. that shit's impossible to get off"

"deal"

"and I don't write my t's weird"

"you write your t's like a crazy person"

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Time was pretty much flying by. Together you'd gotten nearly twenty posters done and were slowly finding out more information about each other. You were informed about some of Ethan's tattoos and how he'd actually drawn the designs for all of them himself. Not an artist, my ass, you thought. Ethan learned that he hadn't met you before because you'd previously been homeschooled and had all but begged your parents to be able to go to school with other kids for your senior year until they finally cracked and agreed to enroll you at Sherman Oaks.

"Ah I see, you're a total secret weirdo. That explains your freaky detective skills" he teases.

"I am not a secret weirdo. I just like criminal minds and puzzles"

"You were homeschooled. All homeschooled kids are a little weird"

"That's an unfair stereotype"

"Whatever you say, y/n"

"If anything you're the secret weirdo. or at least an undercover art nerd"

"I'm not an undercover art nerd"

"Yea you are. Something tells me this whole" you gestured largely to him sitting a couple feet away from you, "tortured angsty hot skater boy thing you've got going on is a pretty recent development" you comment absent-mindedly. You looked back up from your poster when he didn't respond to see him sitting there, arms crossed with a smug grin on his face.

"What?" you prodded.

"You totally just called me hot"

You're now very aware that he's a bit closer to you than he was before.

"mm don't think so"

"oh you definitely did"

"did not"

"did too"

"did not" that one came out much less confidently considering his hand had made its way to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. damn, he's good.

"whatever you say, y/n" he almost whispers. have his eyes been that sparkly this whole time? He's leaning in and you're definitely not backing away. You're maybe a centimeter away from his lips until the alarm blaring from your phone, which seemed like much better idea hours ago, sent you flying back from him and scared the shit out of both you.

"shit- I- god that scared me, I uh set an alarm for 6 so you'd remember to check in with Mr. Shapiro cause, ya know, I thought we'd both probably be busy. Um- busy making posters, i mean. Obviously I mean making posters cause we definitely wouldn't be busy doing anything else so-" you ramble.

The smug little smirk has made its way back onto Ethan's face as he is quite enjoying this role reversal from your first interaction of the day.

"shut up" you say to him.

"I didn't even say anything" he responded, hands in the air in surrender.

"I've gotta head home, but thanks for helping out even though you basically had to be here. If you ever find yourself in detention again this semester, feel free to help out. Hopefully the committee is more than just me by then" you say, starting to gather your belongings. Ethan secretly hopes it isn't, he likes the idea of hanging out with just you.

"I probably will find myself in detention again. It's kinda part of this whole tortured angsty hot skater boy thing I've got going on" he says throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

"not what I said" you still attempt to deny.

"sure it wasn't"

"bye ethan"

"bye y/n"

Yea, he'll definitely be finding himself in detention again.

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Read Part 2 here

[wxshing-aep]

just watched season 4 of never have I ever and there’s no Ethan Morales fics yet so I fear I must provide… feel free to leave requests! this man literally had me giggling and kicking my feet like-

[becauseimswagman1]

What Are We? pt.2

A/N: Let's hop right into it!

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“Wow.”

You jumped at the sound of his voice and turned around, “When did you get in here?”

“Umm…” Michael didn’t say anything, he just stared at you.

“Michael-” “Are you gonna wear that?”

“No, I was just trying it on. I got it a few months ago.” you turned towards the mirror and smoothed down the fabric on your body.

“You should wear it. It certainly fits the fancy style.”

“Really? You don’t think it’s too much? Too revealing?”

“You look absolutely amazing.” he was staring into your soul through the mirror and it had you a little insecure if you were being honest.

“I don’t know. I think I’m gonna change.” you started to push him out of your room. “Wait in the living room, I’ll be out in a minute.”

He stopped you from pushing him and held your face in his hands, “Wear the dress. You don’t have to listen to me, but I think you should. You look gorgeous.”

The way he looked in your eyes almost brought you to tears. You could see the love in his eyes and you could’ve sworn he was leaning in, but he pulled away and spoke quickly, “Um… wear the dress.. or don’t. I’m sure you’re gonna look beautiful in anything you put on.” And just like that, he was walking out of your room, shutting the door behind him.

Was he really leaning in? Or, was that your imagination?

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The next thirty minutes consisted of calming your nerves from the interaction and an awkward car ride to the restaurant.

When arriving at the restaurant, you saw that it was fancier than you thought. You thought you weren’t dressed properly, but Michael’s hand gripping yours over the console helped stop your oncoming anxiety.

His thumb rubbing over your knuckles, “You ready to go in?” “Yeah.”

When you tried to open your door, he stopped you, then got out just to open your door for you and helped you out.

“Thank you, but you know you ain’t have to do that?” “You’re a very special woman so, of course, I had to. But in this case, I wanted to. You mean a lot to me and you deserve princess treatment.”

That made you speechless right up until it was time to order drinks. He insisted that you order your favorite wine. Once the waiter left, it was a moment of silence. Neither of you knowing what to say after what happened in your room. The two of you just looking at the menu.

Does that mean that he classified it as a situation? As a big moment that he regretted? But he was so chill when he got out of the car and opened your door… maybe you were just overthinking, as you tended to do.

“Um, I wanted to talk about what happened in your room.”

Your eyes widened, “Nah, we don’t really have to. I mean… it didn’t mean anything right?... Unless it meant something to you.”

The speed he switched up his facial expressions from hopeful to sad, he thought you didn’t notice but you did.

“Yeah, that’s right. It didn’t mean anything to me. I just wanted to talk about it so things wouldn’t be awkward or weird between us.”

Oh, how you wanted him to just say it meant something.

“Well, we’ve talked about it and would you look at that, our wine is here.”

The waiter really saved you the embarrassment of accidentally blurting out something you couldn’t take back.

After ordering your food and pouring a generous amount of wine into your glasses, the silence was loud once more, but you decided that you weren’t going to let it ruin your night.

“This restaurant is fancier than I thought Michael. What made you pick this one?”

What he wanted to say was, “So this could be our first date,” but he couldn’t. Especially with the way you shut things down mere moments before.

“I wanted our friend-iversary to be special and you once said that you wanted to come here when you were mindlessly rambling on the phone one night. I remembered and decided to make this the night.”

You could’ve cried because you also remember that night and it was over six months ago. You knew how hard it was to get into this place with or without reservations, so for him to have done this was incredible.

“Oh my God, Michael… you really remember that? That was so long ago!” the smile wouldn’t leave your face, he had remembered.

“Duh! Of course, I did. You’re my best friend.”

There’s that title you dreaded so much, but it’s better being that than getting rejected and not being in his life at all.

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[becauseimswagman1]

What Are We pt. 5

A/N:SHE'S BACKKKKKKKK~

A/N: the way this fic was inspired by a single photoshoot Michael did and I'm close to writing it in, but at the same time I'm not cause that means the fic will be over. But here's part 5.

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The events of last night burned through your mind as you awoke in the bed next to the man you’ve wanted since what seems like the beginning of time, except that every man wasn’t there.

Thoughts of anxiety haunted your mind, but why wouldn’t they? He confessed to you last night, that should count for something right?

You sat up in bed and checked your phone on the nightstand. He’d have called or at least texted you if he was leaving right?

Tears started to form in your eyes, but you decided to stay positive. Maybe he’s out getting breakfast or on a morning jog right? He jogs in the morning, right? You never paid too much attention to his workout routine to know anything about it.

Before your thoughts could possibly get any worse, here comes Michael with a tray full of food, “Good morning sleepyhead. I made your favorite breakfast with the option of regular juice or a mimo-” Michael saw your face, sad with tears ready to fall at any moment, “Hey, what’s going on?”

He sat the tray down on your bedside table, sat next to you in the bed, and held you in his arms, “Did I do something?”

Holy fuck. You just assumed that he’d be an asshole and leave you in the morning like a few of your past hookups, of course, he’s different.

“I… I thought you left me. You know a good ole fuck and duck.” you couldn’t help but sniffle and try to hide it with a chuckle, trying hard to forget that you were about to cry over him possibly jetting off after a night of fun.

Michael only held you tighter, “Why would I do that? Did I not just confess my love to you last night? It doesn’t make sense that I’d do that.” he chuckles, “I was only downstairs making us breakfast. I made really big pancakes with chocolate chips in them. Just the way you like them.”

You wiped your eyes and moved out of his arms, “Okay okay let’s not focus on how I thought you were being an ass. Let’s focus on this wonderful breakfast you made,” you side-eye him a bit laughing, “and see if it’s even edible.”

He made a face, “Oh you got jokes now?? Weren’t you just about to cry cause you thought I left?” now it’s your turn to make a face, “Yeah got that ass.”

Michael picked up the tray and sat it in front of y’all, “Let me feed you.” And feed you he did. Pancakes aren’t something you can fuck up, but people really can’t cook sometimes. Luckily Michael can. He even made your coffee correctly, which says a lot about how closely he pays attention to you. You’re very particular about how you drink your coffee at home.

It’s really the little things that make you fall for him. Over the years the two of you have been friends, there has never been such a moment as this. This is the timeless and epic love you only see in movies that you had been, not necessarily, searching for.

After making sure you and he ate a good amount, he took the tray and you to the kitchen, “So I had to be here to watch you wash my dishes?”

You were confused about what was going on.

Michael held up the letter he told you not to read until he left the state, “I don’t want you to read this anymore.” you had a confused look on your face and before you could ask, he answered the unasked question, “I don’t want you to read it anymore because everything I wanted to say to you in this letter, I said to you last night…. Well… almost everything. Everything I wanna say to you couldn’t have been crammed into one night. This letter does sum it up, but you deserve to hear it verbally. You deserve to know that I mean it.”

You chuckled nervously, a little unsure how to feel about this, “You sure I can’t just read the letter? I feel like that would make things better.”

Michael held your hands in his, “I know you aren’t used to someone expressing themselves romantically to you like this, but get used to it.” he took in a breath, “I like you, a lot. I’ve liked you for a while now, but never had the chance to tell you, hence why I wrote the letter, but last night happened. Way to speed up the process unknowingly.” he winks at you, chuckling nervously. “And honestly, like is an understatement becauseI love you. I love you so much that it hurts to even think about you being with anyone that isn’t me. You mean the world to me and if I lost you, ever, I'd lose the biggest piece of myself. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And every time I think about the future, I see you in it, with me. It’s always us together in some shape or form.”

You had tears in your eyes at the confession. He loved you? In a romantic way?? You honestly thought this day never would’ve come. Are you that bad at picking up signals?

“Michael, I love you too. I never thought you reciprocated any type of feelings beyond friend. I don’t know what to say other than that I love you, too.”

He smiled, “Kiss me?”

And kiss him you did. This kiss was different than last night. This kiss was not alcohol clouded or lust-induced. This kiss means everything to you both. It’s the sparks flying, one leg lifting, touching your lips after it’s done kissing.

“Woah… that was… wow.”

“Feels good to kiss you and not be embarrassed about it,” you said then licking your lips.

Now that you two have established that you like each other, it’s time for another hard conversation… the “what are we?” conversation, but that could wait until you’re sure. But how sure could you get? You know what you want? But does he?

Michael sat next to you, “Yeah it does. So… I was wondering if you’d like to go on an official date sometime?”

“Duh! I mean yeah, yeah…um, it can’t be tonight, though, can it? I know you got a photoshoot and-”

He chuckles, “Speaking of that, can you edit those photos for me?”

“I’d love to. What type of photoshoot is it?”

“Kinda nude. Don’t worry I’m not gonna be completely naked.”

Giggling, “Well it’s not like I haven’t seen a considerable amount already so.”

“I meant the back!”

“Oh, I’ve seen that already.” you waved him off.

“Pfft, no you haven’t.”

“Yeah. I have. That night we went to the beach in the wintertime and I dared you to skinny dip. You weren’t so good at covering yourself up after helping me finish two bottles of Vodka.” You laughed at the memory. Y’all were so messed up that night.

He laughed right along with you, “Oh my God! That’s right! I had the worst hangover. It’s the reason I haven’t touched it since.”

“Mhmmm. So, what time is your photoshoot?”

“At six. It’s a good time to use the natural lighting.”

“Oh, we’ve got plenty of time.”

“To do what exactly?”

You stood up, “To clean my house up, specifically my bedroom.” You started walking towards your room.

Michael had a little smirk on his face and followed close behind, “Is this your way of telling me that you want some dick again?”

“I-”

He held his finger over your mouth, “Shh. I know it was some of, if not the best, dick you've ever had. You don’t have to tell me anything.”

With muffled speech, “No, my room is a mess.”

He removed his finger, “Oh. Well… let’s get to cleaning.”

AFTER CLEANING. FIVE FORTY-FIVE PM

So… you did get some fantastic head. The two of you took a shower together after cleaning and he wanted to give you something to think about while he was gone.

“Hey, I’m about to leave,” Michael said while grabbing his car keys.

You responded from the couch, “Okay, I’ll be here catching up on some work.”

He walked over to the couch and kissed your forehead, “Don’t work too hard.”

You smiled a bit, “Of course.”

He smiled, “Ite, then I’m out! See you in a few hours. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Be safe.”

As soon as he walked out the door and you heard his car crank, you got up and jumped around. Y’all will discuss relationship shit later… and schedule that date, but it doesn’t matter right now! Life is too good right now.

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[becauseimswagman1]

What Are We? pt. 3

A/N: Let's get into it!

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Thank every single higher power that you didn’t let anything ruin your night. The conversation never stopped even after the food came, and neither did the glasses of wine.

Both of you were full of food and warm with alcohol. Michael got you two an Uber and went back to your place.

You had the giggles, something that was common when you drank. Michael always thought it was cute. He thought you were even cuter when you changed into your Pikachu onesie and still had a full face of makeup on. He changed into his Squirtle onesie to match you and got to work on making his self-proclaimed famous margaritas.

You were sat at the island in your kitchen watching the dreamiest man dump frozen fruits and way too much tequila into your blender. He looked so… domestic.

“Are you ready for the best margaritas ever?” he said as he poured two full glasses and put straws in them when he was done, “Here, have a taste.”

He slid you a glass and watched you take a long sip. Your face lit up, “Woahhhh! This is good!”

You watched Michael wipe off his shoulders in a bragging way, “Hold on, now, I ain’t say they were the best I’ve ever had or anything like that.”

He could only laugh, “You don’t have to lie to me. I know the drink is good. I mean, I made it.”

You eyed him as you drank more. It was really good.

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The blender was empty. You had definitely drunk more than him, but he was still just as messed up as you were. By now, you two were cuddled up in your bed, watching your favorite show, accompanied by more wine.

You were laughing at something funny your favorite character did and accidentally spilled wine on Michael’s onesie.

“Shit!” you laughed at how Squirtle’s blue was darker due to the wine, “I totally don’t mean to laugh, but it’s so funny.”

He laughed with you, “It’s no worries, really. It’ll wash out… I think.”

He stood up and took off his onesie, leaving him in no shirt and boxers.

“You don’t mind that I’m in my boxers, do you? Cause I can go put on some shorts real easy.” “No! Um… no, you’re alright like that.” Damn, you answered that quickly.

The universe was really testing you on this night. Drunk or not, you know when an opportunity is striking. Hopefully, you don’t fall asleep before you can spring your spur-of-the-moment plan into action.

When he climbed back into bed to cuddle you, the warmth radiating off his body felt like nothing you’d ever felt before. Was it the alcohol, or was it his natural body heat?

You decided to make your move, and if it didn’t work, you could blame it on being drunk and laugh off the embarrassment in the morning. So, you sat down your glass on your table and rolled over to face his chest, and you snuggled him.

Michael looked down at you, “Hey, you sleepy?” You looked back up at him and shook your head no.

“So what is it, you silly goose.”

Then, you did it. You leaned up and kissed him. For a moment, he kissed you back, then pulled away. You thought there would be regret coming from him, so you quickly got up, totally ready to run away.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. If you wanna stop being my friend now, I completely understand.”

He called your name and pleaded with you to stay, “Come here,” and pulled you back down on the bed, “I wanna be more than your friend.”

Then, he did it. He kissed you, and you kissed him back. There you were, living out your wildest dream. Leaning against the man you’ve had a crush on forever.

Quickly, the kiss got heated, and he got on top of you. He pressed himself against you, groaning because this is something he’s been longing to do.

You pulled away, “I should probably take this onesie off, huh?”

He smiled and laughed a little, putting his forehead on yours, “Most definitely take it off.”

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[ethanmorales]

Misconceptions

Part 1 | Part 2

Part Three - Thawed

Pairing: Ethan Morales x fem reader 2.7k words Requested Tags: @arij3lly @hitoshislut @bjrmaybank @ghostfaceorgirlfriend Warnings: swearing, smut

"I missed you.”

I roll my eyes. “You always say that".

“I always mean it,” he says.

I study him carefully and he lets me. His eyes never falter, just stay on mine as if he has nothing to hide.

“Did something happen?” I finally ask.

Ethan smiles, “You see too much, lady. Have I ever told you that?”

“Only when you’re mad at me,” I say with a shrug. He laughs at this and wraps an arm around my waist; then rests his forehead on my shoulder, hiding his face from me. I feel him taking a deep breath.

“I’m just tired.” He mumbles.

I wait a moment before responding as gently as I can, “Is it your parents again?”

His arms around me tighten but he says nothing. My heart sinks, suddenly feeling crappy about being mad at him all this time. I’m the only one that knows about his parents. The only person he can come to even if he never actually talks about it. Suddenly I feel guilty for thinking more about my own selfish feelings when I know he’s got a lot going on at home. Things that are far more important to him right now.

I lift a hand and smooth it over his hair as he continues to rest his head on my shoulder. We stay like that for a few minutes until he finally lifts his head, a cheeky smile adorning his lips.

“What?” I ask, already knowing him well enough to know that this smile means trouble. All kinds of trouble.

“Let’s do something stupid,” he declares.

I take a deep breath, “Fine. Just nothing illegal. I’m still traumatized about last time.”

Ethan laughs heartily. “You’re the reason we got caught!”

I huff, acting undignified. “Well, I’m sorry. At the time, I wasn’t aware that we were conducting criminal activity. My apologies!”

Ethan kisses me deeply, without warning, then pulls away from me like it was nothing. I stared at him, confused.

“You’re hot when you talk all proper,” he says with a shrug. I roll my eyes, fighting the smile that is tugging at the corners of my mouth. I lose the battle when he casually reaches out to hold my hand, steering me away from our oak tree. My heart performs somersaults in my chest, but I make sure to keep my voice light and neutral.

“Soooo, what are we doing?”

Ethan hesitates, then pretends to pout. “Apparently, nothing illegal. Those are the most fun things to do, ya know?”

I laugh at his theatrics.

Choosing my words carefully, I play along. “Some people might argue that there is at least one thing that’s more fun.” I wait for his reaction, a smartass comment or flirty remark at least.

Instead, he abruptly stops walking and with the hand that he is still holding, pulls me back and against his body. Face to face, mouth hovering over mine, noses touching, he speaks. “Don’t tease me, babe. Not unless you plan on putting your money where your mouth is.” I’m still holding my breath as his eyes look back and forth between my eyes and my lips. “You know damn well that I would have no trouble taking you right here where we stand.”

At his words, my knees suddenly feel weak. The familiar flame inside me suddenly comes back to life and rages like a firestorm. With eyes locked on him, I speak slowly, deliberately. “Maybe we should find somewhere private to continue this conversation.”

“Fuck.” He swears and pulls away from me, gaze quickly studying our surroundings.

My eyes stay on him as he struggles with a solution.

“Y/N, I need you to stop looking at me like that or so help me God, we won’t make it anywhere else.”

I bite my lip, unable to stop myself. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. The fact that we’ve never gone past second base might have something to do with all this built-up hunger for each other.

“Did you drive here?” I ask.

He shakes his head, “Nah, needed the walk. You?”

I shake my head as well, “Only a block away for me. No point.”

We both go quiet for a few seconds and then we look at each other.

“My house” “I say at the same time he asks, “Is your mom home?”

“She’s working today.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs. Grabbing my hand again he pulls me with him in the direction of my house. We walk quickly, so it takes a little over 5 minutes to reach my front door. My hands are shaking as I try to unlock the door. Ethan takes the key from my hand and unlocks it for me. He motions for me to go first, so I do. He follows, closing the door behind us.

“My room is upstairs,” I explain, turning to face him. He’d come to visit before but has never actually been in my bedroom.

“Fuck that.” Ethan cuts the distance between us, grabs my face and kisses me hard. All I can do is loop my hands around his neck to hold on as he pushes me into the wall closest to us. I pull out of his kiss briefly to catch my breath, but he wastes no time as his mouth travels down to the crook of my neck sucking at the sensitive skin there. I let out a shaky breath, enjoying the sensations rippling through me from his work. After a moment, he looks back at me and smiles with mischief, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his own waist, to have a more secure hold on me. His lips find mine again and kiss me, once, twice. Pulling away before the kiss can deepen. Teasing me, I realize.

I huff, slightly annoyed. He chuckles at my reaction and with the proximity of our bodies, I can feel the vibration of his laugh quiver through my core. It’s enough to drive me over the edge. I weave my hands in his hair and pull him to me, kissing again for a moment then pulling at this bottom lip with my teeth. He groans at this, and I smile. The serious look on his face tells me he’s done teasing for now.

“I want you.” I say, my voice trembles with how strong the emotion truly is.

He starts kissing me again and I lose myself in it, barely aware that he has pulled us away from the wall and is carrying me to the first room he finds, which turns out to be the living room. I only realize we’ve changed locations when I feel the familiar softness of our couch against my back, with Ethan on top of me, slowly rolling his body into mine in a rhythmic grind.

I moan and I can’t stop the sound from escaping any less than I can stop the tension building inside of me which forces me to claw at his shirt, in my attempt to take it off. Noticing my struggle, Ethan helps take it off and proceeds to help me out of mine. Then my bra. I let myself enjoy the look on his face as he looks down at my bare torso. He makes a sound with the back of his throat and bites his lip.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

I feel heat spread across my cheeks in a blush and this seems to rile him up more.

“Fuck, Y/N.” he kisses me again at the same time as one of his hands finds my breast. I gasp at the warmth of his fingers as he starts stroking me. His lips leave me again as he starts a trail of wet kisses down to my chest. With one hand still caressing one breast, his mouth finds the other one. He covers my nipple with his mouth and sucks at it softly, then harder, grazing his teeth. I moan, harder than the time before. He groans in response to me but continues what he’s doing. After he is satisfied with this part, he continues kissing down my stomach to my lower abdomen.

All I am aware in that moment is my ragged breathing, the wild thumping of my heart in my chest and the swiftness in which Ethan unbuttons my jeans and pulls it off me along with my underwear in what must be some kind of record. I barely have time to be impressed as he ducks his head between my legs and his tongue slips into my folds. I take a deep breath and grab a handful of his hair as he sucks on me. My breathing grows heavier as he kisses, sucks and licks my sanity away. The ache I feel has become unbearable and cannot imagine it’s any better for him.

“Ethan, please.” I beg.

He looks up at me, making eye contact briefly while licking the wetness on his lips and smiling at me.

“Almost baby.”

“What else do you want from me? I feel like I’m going to combust into goddamn glitter,” I was whining at this point. Which only made the smile on his face widen.

“I swear to God, Ethan. If you don-”

I gasp again as he inserts a finger inside of me while still holding my gaze steadily.

“You swear to God what?” he challenges.

I am too far gone to play it cool. I just want him, and I want all of him now.

“Please.”

He doesn’t bat an eye at my request, but he slowly starts sliding his finger in and out, maintaining eye contact with me. The movement is so unbearably slow, I feel like I could claw his heart out for being such an asshole.  But the flame inside of me is consuming me so I start moving my hips against his finger to make the process faster. Ethan chuckles.

“That’s fucking sexy,” his voice is low with lust, almost a growl.

But still, he does not give in. So, I decide enough is enough and push him off me to the side and he meets the ground.

I hear him laughing and groaning in pain from hitting his elbow on the coffee table.

“Okay, I deserve that,” he starts saying but stops once he realizes I’m on top of him now, already working on the button of his jeans. His hands meet mine to help but I swat them away, already done unbuttoning it. Helping him out of his jeans is nowhere near as graceful as when he did it, but I got it done.

I marvel at the size of him, the wetness between my legs intensifying at the sight. Ethan doesn’t move, aside from placing his hands on my hips once I straddle him, knowing it was my turn to run the show. I slowly run a finger along his member, and I feel him tremble just from the light touch. I smile, looking at all of him. The lines on his stomach are defined, accentuating the tattoo on his left ribcage. I trace a finger over the words, still he doesn’t move. I bent down and licked through the space separating his abs. I hear an intake of breath, but nothing else.

“You’re very patient.” I say calmly.

“Not that patient,” he mutters. I glance at his face, and he looks tortured. His soft curls are framing his face. Mouth in a thin line, eyes half closed- he looked like one of those sculpted Greek gods.

I lean in to kiss him, very softly this time, just a brush of our lips. He tries bringing me closer but stops once he feels me pulling his member inside me. We both moan once he is fully inside, and I start rolling my hips back and forth. I start riding him slowly and start increasing my tempo gradually. Ethan is moaning nonstop, and I feel him swelling up inside of me with every movement, filling up all the space inside me. Finally, he swears under his breath.

“If you’re waiting for me to beg-

I cut him off, “You can help now.”

Without a moment of hesitation, he rolls us over so that he is back on top. He kisses me hard once more before he plunges himself deep into me. I don’t care how loud I’m being as he repeats the motion, each time harder and deeper, hitting my g spot without mercy.  But the tempo does not change.

“Faster.” I demand.

This time he doesn’t tease or ignore my request. He moves faster, his hips rolling into mine, burying himself all the way into my core. Our breathing picks up as we both start reaching our peak. Ethan grabs the back of one of my legs, and wraps it higher up around his back, to get better access to me. At this angle, he reaches the perfect spot and I scream as he rams into me. Confirming he picked the right position; he mercilessly thrusts himself into me repeatedly. I feel all my muscles contract as the pleasure builds up and I have no warning when my orgasm rips through me in an explosion of colors and sensations. I scream his name which lets him know I have reached my peak; it takes him a few more thrusts before he lets his take over, moaning alongside me as he continues to move with me. I feel it when he cums, the warmth inside of me bringing us both to a stop. Breathing heavily, his eyes widen.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was going to pull o-”

“I’m on the pill,” I say quickly, to stop his apologies. He lets out a sigh of relief and then falls on me from exhaustion. We stay like that for a few minutes, sharing heavy breaths and silence. Finally, he moves to take the weight of his body off me, laying on his side, but then grabs at my hip to pull me into him, putting us face to face.

Our eyes meet and I cannot for the life of me know what he is thinking, but I know that all I feel is love. I’m afraid of admitting it. We’ve been doing this playful back and forth for 5 months now. But for one reason or another, we never had sex before. I didn’t want to ruin what we had so far. I know I’ve been freaking out about wanting us to be more for the past few weeks, but in this moment after what we just shared, I was okay with waiting until his life was less chaotic. It was selfish of me to be thinking about my needs and not his. He’s a person too.

He runs a finger over my bottom lip, which pulls me from my thoughts. He is looking at me with the sweetest, most tender look I’ve ever seen on him, and my heartbeat picks up at the sight of it.

“Ethan,” I find myself saying his name, though I don’t know what I want to say. His finger leaves my lips and falls on my shoulder. He trails down my arm until he reaches my hand. His fingers now play with mine, but his eyes are still on me, with the same emotion in them.

“I fucked up,” he finally speaks.

I frown at this, my mind quickly going to worst case scenario; he regrets having sex with me. The look on my face must have told him something because he quickly corrects himself.

“Not with this. No, this was… amazing. You are amazing,” he explains. The tightness in my chest lightens.

I wait for him to continue but can see him struggling to put it into words.

“You can tell me anything.” Is all I say.

This visibly calmed him down and the anxiousness seemed to ebb away. He smiles warmly at me, making my heart skip a beat in the process.

“Okay. So. I may, possibly, probably, more than likely have,” he pauses his rambling, lets out a shaky breath, then speaks again.

 “I think I caught feelings for you.”

To be continued…

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A/N: I am feeling all kinds of way now. Wow. Okay. I might end it here? I'm afraid if I keep going I might ruin it. What do you all think though? Should I do one last part or leave it as is? As always, thanks for reading!🧡