#so i just stand there watching it sit in the pan lol don't get me started on stuff in pots and boiling water

[projectcatzo]

This is what cooking feels like as someone who primarily bakes

[shinyous]

[TWS:CLUB] Overcoming Summer #2 | EP.9

pairing: tws x 7th! female member (platonic)

synopsis: the members get to enjoy themselves on some water rides after playing the board game, let's hope no one gets motion sickness . . .

A/N: honestly not sure how i feel about this one, i rewrote it a couple of times but i might just delete it later idk ಥ﹏ಥ

y/n is an 03 liner ! most, if not all my scenarios will have y/n as an 03 liner since i am too and it's easier to write for someone the same age as me lol

the member's excitedly end the board game, running to go get on any water ride they can with the tickets they won.

"and so we brought our tickets to go on rides."

"let's decide what to get on?"

"first... we'll use three sets of five tickets for the three of us to ride the water thanos" kyungmin explains.

as kyungmin explains which ones they've decided to try, y/n thinks about which one to get on first.

"can you even get on one?" kyungmin provokes the red team, y/n playfully side-eyeing the youngest.

"i'll see you at the dorm later kyungmin!" y/n points at the boy, who gives her a playful smile in return.

"so we are going to get on the flyfish." youngjae explains, y/n doing a little happy dance — standing in between shinyu and hanjin.

the red team watched from the dock as the blue team goes on the water thanos ride.

"honestly, i don't know if i could go on that." y/n mumbles, watching the boat begin to back away from the dock.

"why?" shinyu turns to her, watching as she begins to rub her stomach.

"i think i'd throw up. i feel like the motion sickness would hit me so hard." y/n's face scrunching up even at the thought of it happening. "but if the three of you want to do it that's fine, i can watch from here."

"you don't want to get on?" jihoon turns to her, a pout beginning to form on his face.

"not unless you want me to throw up on you." and jihoon immediately recoils, exaggeratedly shaking his head no making y/n burst out laughing.

"but if you feel sick at all tell us so we can tell the staff and get you medicine." he responds, making y/n coo, pinching his cheek teasingly.

"what a caring younger brother!" "let go!"

"i think i'll be fine doing on this one." the red team decided to get on their ride, the extreme rocket.

cue the video cutting to them going fast and y/n screaming at the top of her lungs in excitement.

"this is so fun!!"

once it end, the members seeming to have enjoyed themselves. then the camera pans to the dock floor where y/n is laying holding her stomach.

"just give me a minute!"

the video cut to y/n standing and waving at the member's as they get on the water thanos ride. turning to the camera, she dissapointedly shakes her head.

"if you easily get motion sickness, maybe don't get on the fast, bumpy rides. our 42 needs to be careful."

and now it was time to eat!

"it's time to eat!" y/n nearly sprints to the table when she see's everything they have.

y/n sits beside hanjin, eagerly waiting to start eating. once youngjae and jihoon left to go make ramen, she began to dive into the food.

midway through biting her pizza, a churro comes into her view. hanjin hold's it out to her, "do you want?"

she nods, leaning forward as he feeds her the churro. "sorry i couldn't go on the water thanos or flying fish with you all. i wasn't expecting to feel so sick after one ride."

"it's not your fault!! but next time you have to go on it, i'll drag you on." y/n laughs at kyungmin's resolution, looking forward to trying the ride in the future.

"you're eating all on your own." kyungmin says to shinyu.

"you look so lonely right now." dohoon adds.

"want to come over here?" "want to join us?"

and kyungmin immediately turned it into a skit. "how old are you?"

"i'm 22." shinyu responds, going along with it.

"oh? me too!" y/n says.

"that's old." dohoon mumbles.

"excuse me?" "nothing!" "that's what i thought."

"y/n is there anything you want to do?"

"maybe, camping? i think we could do fun cooking challenges or games." the members nodding in agreement.

"or a baking challenge?"

"oh! maybe you can judge whatever we bake." youngjae suggests.

"we could make cakes or cookies!" jihoon adds.

"do i have to taste them?"

"you have no faith in us?" "of course... not!"

eventually the member's finished their food, feeling extra full after devouring everything.

"let's go." "hey call a cab." "thank you for the meal."

as all the members leave, y/n stays behind. she sneakily grabs the box with leftover boneless chicken.

"i'll be eating this later!"

[ilovespec420]

" Clumsy but stubborn."

| Spec × you | short story

short description : you go to work, and Spec, because he wanted to please you, decided to cook you something to eat...

WARNING !!!!! : nope lol

this is one of the ideas that was suggested to me by such a gorgeous artist as @soup-pp , thank u ma'am 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐💋💋💋

You got ready for work lazily and a little nervously . And your babygirl boyfriend named Spec was sitting quietly on the couch... Slept... You didn't know. It's just that last night he came in covered in blood, scared you, and you took offense at him and chased him to the couch. So that his life does not seem like a raspberry (again, the local in my country is not a very new joke XD) . You left the room, and when you passed by the living room, your stomach rumbled... You forgot about breakfast. Okay... Maybe you had a snack at work. But , a MILLISECOND later, Spec was already standing in front of you and spoke with a caring tone ,

"Sweet cheeks , have you eaten? If you want, I can bring you lunch at work later!!<3"

and you replied :

"Speckle (SORRY, I really like to call him that), when you came to my office last time, you scared everyone so much that a couple fainted... It's better not to..And..While I'm gone... PLEASE. Don't blow up, burn, drown or break my apartment in any other way. "

And Spec just nodded, and then went to "sleep" on the couch when you left.

In fact, we all know that he went to watch My little pony. This is already a well-known fact.

While you were at work, Spec got bored.. And he decided to cook for you and bring you to work! There's nothing better than homemade food, right????? For this reason, Spec entered something like this query into Google:

"Easy recipes so as not to burn down the kitchen to hell to cook for your girlfriend at work and so that she forgives you."

He looked through several options and chose a simple pasta with chicken... Nothing's going to go wrong, right?? Everything went wrong. HE SOMEHOW SET FIRE TO THE PASTA THAT WAS IN THE PAN AND WAS COOKING !!!! Somehow Spec put out a small "fire", cleaned up so that you wouldn't attack him with a pillow for the next week, and through many trial and error methods of EXPLOSIONS AND FIRES, he finally cooked for you... Cookies. But it was already late in the evening. And Spec was a little upset because

" maybe my dear went hungry all day... "

And he heard the sound of a key turning in the keyhole !!! Spec immediately ran out into the hallway to meet you. You stumbled wearily into the apartment , took off your shoes and ... She fell on Spec, croaking softly,

"Speecccc....Please carry me to the couch and give me something that I can eat and not get poisoned... "

And Spec smiled happily , and after a couple of seconds you were already sitting on the couch and eating cookies from Spec. And our babygirl (Spec, of course) was sitting next to you and was touched and glad that you were eating his cooking, and not dying from poisoning, plague and something else a couple of seconds after eating his cooking :D

keep a couple of my not so bad drawings / arts of Spec for last >3

[michelleleewise]

The Proposal

Pairing: Sugardaddy Loki x reader

Warnings: touch of angst, self esteem issues, insecurities, dom loki, sub reader, reader being a brat, spanking, smut, mentions of past trauma (pretty minor)

Summary: you find out what Loki does for a living....

**I am apparently unable to write a short chapter to this story! Lol sorry!!......or am i.........

Part Five-

A couple days had passed when you decided to text Tanya about lunch, telling her to meet you at the little diner down the street from your school. You walked down the sidewalk getting the feeling you were being watched but when you turned around no one was there. You frowned before continuing to the diner texting Loki where you would be. After Sunday he insisted on knowing where you were at all times and if you were being honest it gave you a small sense of security.

You walked in seeing Tanya waving at you. "Hey! How are you?" She asked hugging you "im really good!" You said sitting down. "Ok, you HAVE to tell me who your daddy is!" She said as you looked around "Shh! Keep your voice down." You hissed making her laugh. "Look, he doesn't want me telling anyone his name, but he's incredible!" You sighed leaning back. "He's so hot, and I mean next level hot! And he's careful about what I'm comfortable with. Hes....amazing." You sighed looking at her. "Ooo....sounds dreamy." Tanya said smiling.

You sipped your coffee looking up at the TV above the counter seeing Tony Stark on the screen. "Hey look, he must have knocked down another building." You said laughing as Tanya turned to look. You watched the subtitles saying something about a new member to the team "huh...I wonder who they..." you started when the camera panned out and you saw Loki standing next to a tall blonde man. "Oo, whose that?" You heard Tanya ask as you stared at the screen, seeing him looking immaculate in his back suit. "Y/n, you there?" She asked snapping you back to reality. "It said he's Thor's brother...Loki." She said sipping her coffee.

You stared at your coffee, feeling your heartbeat in your ears. "He's an avenger, a hero, a god.." You thought to yourself "Hey, you ok? You look a little pale." You heard Tanya say. "Yeah...I'm fine." You said smiling. "I gotta get back to school though, text me later?" You asked setting some money on the table standing up. "Sure, I'll talk to you later." She said smiling. You walked outside dialing Loki's number, hearing it go to voicemail "Hey, um it's me...I just saw you on tv...your an avenger? And...God I don't even know what to do now...why are you even with me? Who else do you have arrangements with? I just...I don't know." You said hanging up heading back into school turning your phone off.

You spent the rest of the day in a haze, trying to make sense of everything when your instructor called it a day. You slipped your coat on making your way home when that same eery feeling crept over you. You spun around but only saw people going about their day, nothing stuck out so you slowly turned making your way to your apartment. You went in slipping your uniform off heading to the shower. "I bet he has atleast 5 other women, that's probably why I'm the weekend side piece." You said to yourself sighing shutting the water off. Wrapping a towel around yourself you made your way to the kitchen setting the kettle on the stove deciding tea was needed.

You grabbed your cup heading to the couch feeling the silence weigh on you. You picked up your phone off the table turning it on seeing multiple texts and calls from Loki. You sighed setting it down rubbing your temples. You heard your phone go off again, picking it up seeing it was a text from Scott. "God, fuck off already." You growled throwing the phone down. You laid down on the couch closing your eyes trying to calm your mind when you heard the front door open. "Y/n! Where are you!?" You heard Loki yell as the door shut, watching him stride into the bedroom. "I'm over here." You sighed sitting up, seeing him turn striding towards you

"why didn't you answer my calls?" He asked sternly as you looked up at him. "I figured one of your other women be better company right now." You snarked pulling the towel tighter around you "what are you talking about?" He asked slipping his coat off, seeing he was still wearing the black suit. "Your an avenger and I'm not stupid." You snarked again. "Watch your tone y/n." He growled "Oh what are you gonna do....punish me?" You mocked crossing your arms watching him unbuttoning his suit jacket, sliding it off throwing it on the chair "yes...I will." He said sternly rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

"How many women are you fucking?" You asked looking him in the eye. "One....you." he said without hesitation. "But your you...I'm....meh." you said looking at yourself. "What does that mean?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows. "That im....not enough for you." You said looking down. He came over sitting on the other side of the couch "y/n, what you need to understand about me, is that while I am hedonistic, and in my youth I would bed many women, sometimes at the same time, as I've matured I prefer only one partner." He said looking at you "so..you don't have a warehouse of women somewhere?" You asked making him laugh "no..just you pet." He said smiling "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I was unaware until today I was even going to be on the so called "team." He said air quoting.

"It's just...Tony has a reputation with women, eeeeveryone knows that, so I assumed..." you trailed off. "That I have a warehouse full of women." Loki finished making you laugh "Well yes. Is that why I can't tell anyone about you?" You asked looking at him hearing him sigh "that, and....how long have you lived here y/n?" He asked tilting his head "Oh, a few years. I moved here right before I met Scott." You said "so you are unaware of my past transgressions?" He asked "umm...I guess. I mean you seem familiar but other then that.." you said shrugging. "Awhile before you came here, I...attacked the city with an alien army." He said sitting straighter.

"Oh..you don't seem crazy though." You said seeing him smile "well thank you, but I didn't do it of my own will, I was being controlled. Being a part of the heroes is recumpence for my slights." He said fidgeting with his hands. "Well, whatever you did it's in the past now." You said sipping your tea. "Well and as such, I keep my personal life very personal. That's why no one can know." He said looking at you. "Ok, that makes sense." You agreed. "Is there anything else you would like to know?" He asked looking at you. "Umm....not off hand no." You said "well like I said, we must be open with eachother so if you have issues you come to me understand? Do not ignore me again." He said sternly. "Yes sir...sorry sir." You said looking down.

"Very good, now to your punishment." He said standing up. "What? I...I thought we were good." You said holding your towel "oh we are, but you will atone for ignoring my calls and how you spoke to me." He said smiling "but..I said sorry." You said getting up trying to run past him when he hooked an arm around your waist pulling you to him "be that as it may, you still need punished." He said sternly sitting on the couch pulling you over his lap as you tried to free yourself. "You will only make this harder if you keep it up, now be a good girl and take what I give you." He growled. You sighed putting your head down "fine.." you huffed feeling a slap on your ass "ow..what..." you started "is that how you speak to me?" He asked "n..no sir." You said gripping his thigh.

"You have earned five slaps, you will count them out understand?" He asked sternly. "Yes sir." You breathed feeling his hand rub your cheek. "And why are you being punished?" He asked slapping your cheek making you jump "o..one...because I ignored your calls" You breathed gripping his pant leg. "And..." he said slapping again "ahh..two...for how I spoke to you." You panted feeling your walls clench. "And if you have an issue.." he said slapping the other cheek making you moan "three....i...I talk to you." You said shakely. "Mm I think your enjoying this.." he purred rubbing your cheek. "Y..yes sir." You breathed digging your fingers into his thigh. "Who do you belong to." He asked with a sharp slap making you cry out "f..four....you s..sir." you panted feeling his fingers slide down between your thighs." "Oh...you are enjoying this..." he purred running his fingers through your folds making you moan.

He removed his hand making you whine "do you want me to fuck that attitude out of you?" He asked with another sharp slap "aahh God yes...please sir yes....five!" you yelled out as he flipped you up ripping your towel off pulling you to straddle his lap. You panted seeing him reach down unbuckleing his belt and pants pulling his cock out "is this what you want pet?" He teased stroking himself. You licked your lips watching him "yes sir..please." You panted needing to feel him inside you now. "You will be my good girl won't you?" He asked speeding up his movements "yes sir..I'll be good." You said looking into his eyes. "Very well, ride me pet." He said removing his hands placing them behind his head.

You reached down gliding your fingers along his cock hearing him moan. You braced yourself on the back of the couch lining him up as you slowly lowered yourself onto him groaning as he bottomed out. You wiggled your hips a little hearing him growl "stop teasing pet." He said looking at you. "I..I've never done this sir..i.." you started when he placed his hands on your hips. "Just go slow, do what feels good." He said moving your hips back and forth "aahh god...that..." you panted "place your hands on the back of the couch." He said, you immediately gripping behind his head. "now, slowly slide up and down." He said gripping your hips. You did as he said, lifting up to his tip before pushing back down to his base. "That's it, just like..ahh...that...how does that feel pet?" He asked digging his fingers into your hip. "Good...so good...s...ir." you panted feeling every ridge of his cock slide against your walls.

"Mm...harder pet...fuck me harder." He growled, your nails dug into the leather couch as you slammed your hips down on him hard, quickening your pace. "Norns yes..just like...ahh pet.." he moaned closing his eyes laying his head back. You bounced up and down as hard as you could feeling him hit that soft spot inside you "god sir...I'm gonna....aaahhh..." you cried out feeling your orgasm coming fast "s..say it pet..." he growled moving you up and down on his cock "aahh d..daddy I'm gonna...God im.." You tried but your brain stopped working "I can feel you squeezing me....come pet...come on my cock." He growled slamming your hips down onto him. Your orgasm slammed into you as your walls clenched hard around him "oooohhh gods...y/n your...mmmm" he moaned as he slammed your hips down holding you there as he spilled inside you.

You laid your head on his shoulder catching your breath feeling his fingers run up and down your spine. "How did that feel pet?" He panted "sooo good sir, can we do that again?" You asked pulling back seeing him smile "if you behave pet, yes." He said kissing your cheek. "I will, I promise sir." You said smiling. "I am serious y/n, if you have an issue, anything at all you need to talk to me." He said "ok I will sir." You said slowly lifting off of him. "Good girl, now you have class tomorrow and I must return to that circus, so get some rest. You will need it for this weekend." He winked tucking himself back in buttoning his pants up standing up. "Ok I will sir." You said watching him put his suit jacket back on before slipping his coat on.

"And do not forget to text me where you are understood?" He asked "yes sir, I won't forget." You smiled. "Good girl, and I'll see you this weekend." He said leaning down kissing the top of your head. "Pleasant dreams y/n." He said backing up "Goodnight sir." You said watching him walk to the door leaving. You sighed laying down "well, now the couch is broken in." You said to yourself giggling. You got up cleaning yourself up slipping into bed. "I'm sleeping with an avenger.." you said to yourself smiling. You closed your eyes letting sleep take you, unaware of the stranger across the street watching from the shadows..........

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[nervousgardenerkid]

Hello! I love your writing! Could you do a request of Steve Harrington and reader going to a football game and the kiss cam won’t leave them alone so eventually they kiss for the first time?

Kiss her you fool

a/n: im baaackk!! sorry i went MIA for a while, i just had a lot of things going on. i don't know much about football games cause i'm a baseball gal but i imagine it's slightly the same??😭😭i hope you enjoy what my brain came up with! happy reading and credit to the gif owner!

warnings: none! i decided to make this another modern au cause why not lol. no pronouns were used in this story so everyone can read! the title is just from a song and i thought it'd be fitting

Steve watched with excited eyes as you stood up to cheer as your team scored yet another touchdown. He knew what was going on, he just wasn't much of a football guy. Basketball was his favorite sport but he'd sit through a hundred football games if it meant he could see you acting like this.

“Did you see that touchdown, Steve?!”

He lets out a hum, his eyes falling back onto the field as he watches the grown men tackle each other and run to the person who has the ball. His brain tries to recall old memories of his father explaining the rules of football to him, but they're all coming up as a blur. Now, this wasn't his ideal first date but he saw how excited you for at school games so he figured your excitement would be times ten.

He was right. You stand out of your seat shouting curses at the referee as he made a call you and the fans didn't agree with.

“Fuck you, ref! My grandma is blind and could see that shit!”

Steve chuckles as he watches you slump into your seat fixing the hat that was resting on your head. Steve likes you a lot. He likes that you're not as nervous as he is, he admires that. People begin to stand from their seats going to get some more beer and food as the teams got ready for the next quarter.

“Hey, did you want some more food?” he asks you whole digging into his pocket for his card.

You shake your head, your lips leaving the water bottle he got you earlier.

“I'm fine. Hey, thanks for bringing me here by the way! I'm sure you'd rather come with your friends instead.”

Steve chuckles at the thought of him here with his friends. “Yeah, cause Dustin is a huge fan of sports.”

You giggle, gently nudging him with your shoulder. “You know what I mean, but this is an amazing first date!”

His smile gets wide. “Yeah?”

“Definitely! A great game and a cute guy? I'm the luckiest person in the world right now.”

Steve opens his mouth but stops when he hears the crowd start to cheer and clap loudly. His eyes drift to the huge screen displayed for the audience to see and his heart drops as the words kiss cam are flashing on the screen. As much as he'd love to kiss you, it wasn't ideal for him to do it with literally thousands of people watching.

The crowd lets out an awe as the camera pans over to a happy family, the parents kissing the baby’s cheeks causing her to smile and clap.

“I think I'm gonna get us some more food.” he nervously chuckles. He starts to stuff his phone in his pocket when you look over at him.

“Okay, I'll go with you!” you cheer out while standing up.

Steve begins to protest, assuring you that he can get the food himself when you gasp and point at the screen. The two of you are on there for the whole stadium to see and Steve feels like he has a giant target on his back. His face gets hot and he nervously hides his face behind his hands slowly sinking into the chair. You giggle and poke at his chest trying to get his attention back on you.

“Awe Steve! I didn't know you'd be so nervous!”

He shakes his head and peeks from behind his fingers letting out a groan when the camera is still on you two. You laugh and shake your head signaling the camera to find some other random couple.

Steve peeks once again, a sigh of relief leaving his body as the camera shows another couple.

“You know, if you didn't want to kiss me you could've said no.” you tease.

“It's not that I don't want to kiss you, I do. I just...not in front of the whole stadium. I mean, that guy got booed for kissing his girlfriend on the cheek!”

“To be fair, she did lean in for an actual kiss.”

“Yeah, poor girl.” Steve sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I want to kiss you, I'm just nervous. I really like you and first dates already make me nervous, but a first date with you? I'm surprised it hasn't gone up in flames yet! I mean, sure I accidentally parked in a handicapped spot but that officer was rude for no fucking reason and-”

“Steve,” you said while grabbing his face. “I'm nervous too.”

“You are?” he asked with his cheeks still squished.

“Of course I am! You're Steve Harrington, girls talk a big game when it comes to you.”

His cheeks heat underneath your touch and his eyes are on everything but you.

“‘M not like that anymore. You got the new and improved Steve.”

You hum. “Can new and improved Steve kiss me?”

“Yeah, yeah he can definitely do that.”

Suddenly everyone around you disappears and it's just you and Steve, and god his lips feel so fucking nice on yours. Hearing about how good Steve is at kissing is one thing, but now that you're experiencing it you're happy to say that the rumors are true. Steve Harrington is a damn good kisser. The way his hand holds the back of your neck is so gentle, but the hand that's gripping your hip trying to bring you closer is what makes the butterflies swarm in your tummy.

Steve gets annoyed with the armrest that separates you two and has you faced at a weird angle, so he swiftly moves you from your seat to his lap, smiling when he hears you gasp. You both pull away panting for air with hooded eyes and rosy cheeks.

“Damn, what's a woman gotta do to get kissed like that?” an older woman next to you mumbled to herself. Your eyes widen and you look around you to see everyone’s eyes on you.

“Looks like they got their kiss,” Steve mumbles while pointing at the big screen that has you both on there.

“HELL YEAH MAN! GET ALL ON THAT!” a man shouts while clapping his hands. The crowd starts to cheer and whistle at the two of you while you rush off of his lap and back into your seat. You hide your face in your hands and men cheer for Steve and pat his back or shoulders, and you try your hardest not to laugh when women are asking you if he has an older brother.

Steve turns to you with a bashful smile on his face and clears his throat.

“Look, I really like you. I'm not saying you have to be with me right after this date, we can go as slow as you'd like.”

His eyes fall to his hands, too nervous to look at you any longer.

“If I'm being honest I’d wait for fucking ever if it meant I could call you mine.”

“Keep talking like that Steve and I’ll be yours by the end of this game.” you say with a smile on your face and your hand resting in his. Steve opens his mouth to say something but stops when a high pitched voice interrupts him.

“Ugh, why can't you talk to me like that Harold?!”

“Samantha, I'm trying to watch the game.”

"You always watch the game!"

"God, I need another beer."

You and Steve turn to the arguing couple that sits behind you before you both turn back to each other.

“We should probably go get that food.” Steve said, holding back a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah we should.”

[disasterbijamietartt]

Since I won't "have to" get up at 3am to watch the finale (I'm probably the only person in the world happy about them pushing the release back by three hours lol), I now have time to humour you with two Roy x Jamie scenarios, that won't happen since the writer's ignore what's best for Keeley's character development (= staying single) and give us OT3, but that I'd love for someone to use for fanfic purposes.

After getting Ted's truth bomb Rebecca heads over to Keeley to discuss it and we get a similar scene to 3x10. After unloading her thoughts about Ted, Rebecca asks if there have been new developments with Roy since the last time they talked. Cue for Roy: He descends the stairs in the background and makes two coffees in the kitchen. Then he heads towards Rebecca and Keeley right in time to overhear Keeley telling Rebecca that she made up her mind and that she doesn't want to get back with Roy, since she needs time for herself to grow into her own person, the same way Rebecca did. Rebecca then notices Roy, which prompts Keeley to notice him as well. Awkward pause, a "I'm sorry, that wasn't how you were supposed to find out." and Roy being "It's okay, you don't always get what you want", Rebecca chiming in with a "But maybe you'll get what you need." Roy nods along and heads back upstairs. Back in the bedroom he puts one cup on the bedside table and then says "Made you coffee", camera pans to Jamie in bed, sitting up and taking the other cup. Jamie notices that Roy looks a bit wistful and asks him what's going on. Roy tells him that Keeley and him won't be getting back together. Something that hurts but not was much as he had expected. Still, Roy gets a bit upsets when Jamie dons this small hopeful smile. He tells Jamie, that Keeley doesn't want any relationship right now and Jamie shouldn't get his hopes up if he is not willing to wait. Then Jamie looks at him, with a shy smile, biting his lip. "You know, I can be patient. I've been waiting for months." Makes big puppy eyes. "Just not for Keeley." Roy looks at him a couple seconds, his face makes a journey from utter confusion to realisation, then he goes "Fuck. This really isn't what I wanted." Jamie's smile falters. "But it may just be what I need." Then he grabs Jamie and kisses him and the scene fades out …

After visiting Rebecca Keeley seeks out Roy at training and they finish the "I want to be more than friends"-conversation. Keeley explains to him, that she needs to figure herself out and wants to stay single for the next couple months, maybe a year or two. Roy offers he would wait for her, but she looks at Jamie and whispers "I don't think you should." Perspective switches to Jamie who notices that Keeley and Roy have a—apparently heated—conversation, with them repeatedly looking in his direction. Jan pats his shoulder and wishes him luck for the upcoming boot room talk. And as expected Roy yells at Jamie to come with him to the boot room and explicitly tells Will to stay in the locker room. Worried looks are exchanged—that can't be a good sign. Jamie expects Roy to have a jealous fit or to yell at him, but on the contrary Roy seems nervous, almost anxious, only looking at him without getting a word out. "What happened when you talked with Keeley?", Jamie finally asks. "Well, we broke up for good. And she said, I should go for … get what I need and … Ah, forget it." "What?" "Nothing." "It is not nothing. If you need comfort, I'm here for you. Or if it makes you feel better you can yell at me or headbutt me or …" Roy grimaces, murmurs a "Fuck me it", grabs Jamie by the neck, pulls him closer and kisses him. After being surprised for a moment Jamie kisses back. And since they conveniently stand right in front of the window to the gym (? I'm still so bad at the layout of all rooms, but there is a window lol), Isaac and Colin see them and when they head back to the locker room Isaac blurts out "Roy and Jamie are making out in the boot room", Will shouts "NO! I've been waiting for this for months. MONTHS! And now I've missed it!", Colin murmurs "I've been really lucky Isaac didn't out me within five minutes of finding out …" and Trent just nods along knowingly, an unspoken "Finally" plastered onto his face. And Nate wonders, what else he had missed the last couple months.

[paperstorm]

Violence indeed this morning!! But now it's making me curious and I have a potentially difficult question. You've done a little of fantastic metas on various Tarlos scenes, but what are your top 3 scenes and if course why?

I did four because I couldn't narrow it down to three lol (god I hope people have blocked my character meta tag because a bitch really doesn't know how to be quiet)

the proposal, because obviously. TK's nasally, thick little voice, like he's been sitting there crying a little while he worked up the nerve to ask. Maybe remembering how badly it went the last time he asked someone to marry him, maybe grieving just a little bit for that version of himself who believed in fairy tales and then had his heart hardened, and being so happy that he met someone who made him believe again. the way he wakes Carlos up by petting his hair. His little GIGGLE when he says "there's no lizard" why is TK Strand the cutest boy on the entire planet of earth. The way Carlos has a little 404 error for a moment when TK says marry me. The hand holding. TK's beautiful speech. The tears on Carlos's face. TYLER. the way they fold into each other as they lay back down. Idk it's just perfect. It's the most perfect proposal scene of all time.

The scene on the tarmac after the almost plane crash. That hug. That fucking hug, the way Carlos just crashes into him. He's so terrified, he almost lost TK yet again and he was going to have to stand there and watch it happen, watch the plane go down. I can't imagine the trauma of that. His "I'm the one who put him on the plane", Carlos just lives to blame himself for things that aren't his fault. He really doesn't think he's worth much if he can't keep TK safe and it breaks my heart. TK assuring him that he's okay. Also if you listen closely, they are whispering "I love you" back and forth as they hug the second time. It's FAINT, you have to turn it way up and really listen, but it's there. They breathe "I love you" about three times to each other, and I am just so undone but this little detail because Ronen and Rafa definitely just added that themselves, you can barely hear it so it wasn't even for the camera it was just for them, just what they were feeling as their characters in that moment. I love the details they put into these scenes.

The scene after the fire. The way Tk sighs and looks away when Carlos says he's fine, and that that's the thing that breaks him. Stoic Carlos with all his locked up pain really doesn't even realize that he's hurting until he sees how refusing to admit it upsets the man he loves, and then he just crumbles. TK instantly pulling him in. Kissing his face, rubbing his back, assuring him that they're okay. Because they're not okay, of course they aren't, but his man is hurting so much and all TK can do is hold him. And Carlos letting himself be held is everything to me. Also everything to me? At the end when it's panning out and Judd gives TK a little cuddle. We know how I feel about Judd. We don't need to open that can of worms. But I live for that moment.

The scene where Carlos calls Cooper. This might actually be my most rewatched scene. I can't get enough of it, I just love it so much. "I'm not saying I did a background check, but I did a background check" yes we love a protective boyfriend abusing his power just a little bit for the purposes of keeping his boy safe. The softness of TK's whispered "Thank you. I love you." Carlos responding "I know" which is so much better in that moment than "I love you too" because it's not possessive and it's not about him. Carlos is saying "I trust you. I believe you when you say you love me. I was insecure about our relationship but I'm not anymore." The growth of their partnership in that episode that all culminates in that beautiful scene. The sound that cheek kiss makes. Idk I'm obsessed with it. That little smooch. It's the cutest cheek kiss of all time. Carlos's SMILE as he closes the door. He's so proud of himself. He was so hurt, earlier in the episode, to learn that he wasn't enough to take care of TK, because he wasn't understanding. And he gets it now. TK was brave enough to tell Carlos what he needed instead of getting mad and running away, and Carlos learns to give TK what he needs even if that thing isn't Carlos, and he's so proud of himself at the end for learning it and I just love him.

[kateofthecanals]

'Peter Pan and Wendy' Trailer

Okay. SO.

Like I said in my previous post, my first impression of the trailer is that it is exceedingly dull. It just does push my Peter Pan buttons the way that the trailer for the 2003 movie did. Like, not even in the most basic "omg a live-action Peter Pan movie!!!" way, and that's troubling.

Let's start with what I did like about it:

Firstly, I like that the trailer focuses so much on Wendy; clearly they understand that this is HER story. I also like that the trailer is bookended by Hook directly addressing her. Like, literally, the only time we see/hear from Hook in this trailer in any significant way, it's focused on Wendy instead of Peter. Y'all KNOW I ain't mad at it! LOL

I like the ages of Peter and Wendy. Even though they are probably younger in the book, I like the idea of them both being visibly on the cusp of puberty because that plays very well with the themes of the story.

The trailer opens with Wendy having seemingly been abandoned by Peter upon arrival in Neverland, and honestly? That is so canon of him. I'm hoping that they remember that Peter is a little asshole and won't whitewash him (they understood this in the cartoon well enough). But it's hard to gauge that in this trailer, which I'll get to later.

It doesn't appear that they are making Tinker Bell talk, which I am grateful for... but it doesn't look like she's doing much of anything else either (more on that later too).

Things that I am side-eying:

The Lost Boys having girl members. Look, I am all for diversity and shit, but again, there is a very specific thematic reason why they are all boys to begin with (not the least of which being, Peter is a chauvinist little douche, lol). On the other hand, if this is Wendy's story, it stands to reason that she would want there to be girls in the LBs. Having said that, though, in the trailer, she seems very surprised by this, so it's obviously not something the writers were thinking about.

I have almost nothing to go on wrt Peter. Like, I am glad the trailer focuses so much on Wendy, but we see very little of Peter himself. And even worse, we see very little of his actual relationship with Wendy. Like, do these kids even have any chemistry at all?? Who knows?? We get a quick glimpse of them holding hands while flying, and there's also a shot of her looking at his "kiss" while he watches her all solemnly, but that is very little to go on. As it is, I don't find what we are given of Peter in this trailer very compelling. Remember, this kid is essentially a satyr; he lures other kids out of their bedrooms in the middle of the night to take them back to his imaginary island. He needs to be EXTREMELY charismatic and charming, but none of that is coming through here. In fact, he almost looks kind of AI to me? Does anyone else think so?

Tinker Bell feels super meh. Yara Shahidi is cute af, don't get me wrong, but she is the type of actress who needs dialogue to be interesting, which is why I just assumed we would be getting a talking Tink in this film, otherwise what is literally the point of casting Yara for this specific role? Here she is just kinda sitting around looking sparkly. She also seems to be cool with Wendy, which is just???? NO! The Lost Boys/Girls stumble upon Wendy looking pretty alert and healthy and not because they shot her in the chest with an arrow on Tink's command. Boooo! I hope this isn't Disney just trying to make all the female characters cool with each other because Girl Power™ or some shit. The fact that Tink is a little glowing ball of sociopath and insanely jealous of Wendy is integral to the plot!!! They already have Tiger Lily set up to be Wendy's bestie (not to mention girl Lost Boys), so there's no need to make Tink an ally too!

The fact that the same actor is not playing Hook and Mr. Darling is just such a flagrant red flag I don't even know where to start. Yes, that tradition came about by accident when the story was still just a play and they were trying to save money and resources by just having one actor play both those roles, but Barrie was shrewd enough to realize that this actually fits in with his themes very well. Even the '53 cartoon had the same actor voicing both those parts!!! Why in the world would they choose to part with tradition here??

The mermaids are... like... squidwomen?? Huh??

What is with this floating pirate ship? I can't tell if it's all Hook's ship or if, like, Peter has his own ship that he travels around in?? I'm so confused. If the ship could fly, Hook woulda gotten out of dodge centuries ago...

Ah, yes. Hook. What. The. Fuck.

I guess I should just be grateful that he has blue eyes like he's supposed to, but aside from that, they got him looking like a Redcoat from the American Revolution, which is about a century later than the era Hook is actually from. Barrie describes him as looking like Charles II, sooo he's clearly from the Restoration Era... and has jet black curly hair, not long scraggly gray hair. He has the bedroom voice down though... Again, it's very hard to gauge what exact direction they are taking him in here -- is he gonna be the ridiculous fop from the musicals? The sinister yet buffoonish dandy from the cartoon? Or the tragic, dashing figure from the book that was so perfectly embodied by Jason Isaacs? My kneejerk feeling here is that they are gonna try to go for "all of the above", which should be a nice trainwreck to witness...

And that's pretty much all I got for now. The film is coming out in April so I assume we'll be seeing other trailers and clips throughout the next month, so stay tuned for that I guess...

[sleepy-exe]

Shapeshifter AU - 5

Iwaizumi x f!reader

<< Part 4 | Part 6 >>

Summary: Y/n makes herself at home in Iwaizumi’s apartment. Oikawa has the wrong idea.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: oikawa just loves his friends, things cool off

Genre: sfw (for now, 18+ regardless), shapeshifter au, strangers to potential enemies to friends to lovers, almost domestic fluff

a/n: More fluff, some domestic-ness. I’m feeling soft, okay. Maybe I just want to watch sunrise with Iwa. 

Part 5: Night Owl & Early Bird

Come morning, Y/n was relaxing in the living room on the sofa with a mug in her hands. She didn't get much sleep being in a stranger’s home. Deciding to help with the lack of sleep, she may have done a little digging in the kitchen after seeing a coffee maker on the counter. So here she was, a night owl awake before the sun, coffee in hand, watching the sun begin to rise outside the large window off to the side.

Iwaizumi walked into the living room to check on Y/n as she had refused to swap places and sleep in his bed. Entering the room he found her curled up on the sofa. Legs folded next to her up on the cushions, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, a steaming mug held in both hands in front of her, sitting there in silence.

The morning was dead quiet so she was able to hear him enter the room. Moving her gaze from the window to him, she lets him know there’s more coffee in the kitchen and that she hopes he doesn’t mind that she made a pot of it.

For a moment he just stands there, sleepily registering the situation and what she said. Tiredly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his sweats, he said, “Oh. Yeah, that fine. Thank you, actually.”

He goes to the kitchen to grab his own cup before returning to sit in the armchair she had claimed the night before.

She didn't catch the sound of any alarms going off this morning. “I hope I didn't wake ya. I was trying to stay quiet.”

“No, not at all.” Letting steam from his mug hit his face.

Minus the sound of a few cars outside, the city waking up as well, they sat in silence as the sky started to gain color that was not from artificial lights. Y/n watching out the window and Iwaizumi watching the room begin to fill with what would soon be warm rays. Each of them sipping at their morning coffee.

“I’m not normally up this early.. But it's nice to actually get to see the sun rise for a change.” She looked around the room curiously, noticing little details she missed last night. The various dark colors of the living room rug, the titles of books on the shelves, the little bit of dust on the TV. She looked into her now half empty cup, lost in thought, then back out the window again to catch the sky change color as the sun greeted the city.

No longer staring off himself, he caught the direction of her gaze and looked over his shoulder towards the window. “Is that what you’ve been doing this whole time,” he says, taking in the sight that had become ordinary to him.

Snapping out of her trance, she gives him a soft smile. But it quickly morphed into a mischievous grin and she teased, “Did ya think I was snooping while you were asleep? Or robbing ya?”

He scowled. “Can’t say the possibility didn't cross my mind..” He looked back to their coffees and lightly shook his. “I mean, you must have snooped some.”

She smiled into her mug before taking a sip then lowering it just barely from her mouth, ready to drink from it again. “I kept it to a minimum.” She looked up from her coffee. “I only looked for coffee after seeing the coffee maker. Was too tempting this early to not try to find some.”

He laughed. “Yeah, well, that’s fair.”

They sat in silence one more, watching as the sun moved through the sky, and finishing off their coffees.

Once morning had officially arrived, Y/n broke the silence. “I should probably get out of your hair.”

There’s no reason to be here now.

But she kind of wants to stay a little longer.

Then Iwaizumi spoke up, “You’re not bothering me, and I’m not busy until lunch with Tooru. Stay if you’d like.” He sits his mug on the coffee table. “I’d hate to send a guest home without at least making them breakfast.”

This wolf is hungry.

She smiled and accepted his offer, “Only if I get to help with it.”

He smirked. “As long as you don't get it the way.” Standing, he heads for the kitchen, mug forgotten on the table. Y/n quickly gets up, but not without her blanket cape and coffee, and runs after him.

In the kitchen he is gathering whatever he needs to make breakfast. Ingredients, pans, dishes. Turning from a drawer he catches sight of her cozied up in her blanket, both hands occupied by her cup. He gestures to her with a container in hand, “Oh yes. It definitely looks like you’ll be helping.”

“Really gonna make a girl abandon her coffee and warm blanket,” she teased back.

He paused, eyeing her for a moment before returning to the ingredients he was laying out. “Guess not,” he half said to himself.

She hummed briefly, then let out a small breath. She sat her coffee down before swiftly twirling the blanket off her shoulders and onto a dining chair behind her. Returning to her mug, she noticed him staring at her again. She tilted her head. “What can I help with?”

After eating their breakfast, they cleaned up the kitchen together, Y/n refusing to let him clean alone. They seemed to be getting along great which surprised her. She was really expecting the night to go bad, never mind making it to morning without the worst happening. Not that she’s complaining.

Once the kitchen was clean again, Iwaizumi left the kitchen to go get ready. He had plans with Oikawa this afternoon and planned on picking him up from the hotel beforehand. While he was off to shower, Y/n retreated to the living room to check her phone.

Swapping through apps, she checked her schedule for the day to confirm she didn't have anything until afternoon herself, just needing to reply to a few work emails for now. Midway through her emails, she got a few text notifications from Oikawa that interrupted her work.

>> From ‘Oi-chan’: “Omg disregard that!”

>> From 'Oi-chan': “But I mean”

>> From 'Oi-chan': “You can join us for lunch if you want :)”

>> To 'Oi-chan': “lol its cool but I can’t make it”

>> To 'Oi-chan': “work :(“

She giggled to herself, then returned to the work emails. She managed to get them done before Iwaizumi returned and moved on to making some notes for meetings coming up. He lingered by the sofa where she was stretched out on her back, hovering her phone above her face. Peeking around her phone to get her attention he asked, “Do you have today off too?”

She peeked around her phone too. “Nah, I’m working.” She shook her phone at him. “But I’m not going into the office today. All my calls aren’t until after 1pm and I can get minor things done on my phone so.. I’m just doing that stuff real quick.”

“Huh.. What is it that you do? Besides office work, apparently,” he questioned as he left her line of sight and she returned to her phone.

“Uh.. Nothing exciting.” Eyes locked on her screen as she typed away. “Just logistics and stuff for a company that sales and manages things for other businesses.. I in particular mostly work with clothing lines and the like.. Things like coordinating shipments.. But I get to spend most of my time at a computer.. Like I said, nothing exciting.”

“Well, I don’t know, that sounds like it's probably good work.” It sounded like he was elsewhere in the apartment now, but she could still make out what he was saying.

“Yeah.. But it sounds like you and everyone else have fun jobs,” she contemplated, temporarily pulling her attention from her work to stare at the ceiling. “You get to work directly with professional teams, Mizuki is a model for a- company.”

“Mizuki?” His voice was closer now, but she had already directed her attention back to her phone.

“She’s a close friend I met in college. She finished her degree in marketing, but she started modeling in college and, I don't know.. She likes what she does.”

“Well, it's good to like what you do. Good for her,” his voice was heard from a distance again, “You said she works for a company?”

“Yeah, uh.. A clothing line.” Whatever she's doing, she's deeply invested. Completely missing Iwaizumi pulling the blankets and pillows from the sofa, minus the pillow currently in use.

“Hmm. That’s good.”

Closing her apps, she dropped her phone onto the sofa and sat up, just now noticing the missing mugs from the coffee table along with the missing blankets.

Pulling her legs into her seat, she heard a knock at the front door. Whipping her head up she saw Iwaizumi already at the door, opening it.

One Oikawa Tooru appeared with his luggage, which he dropped to the floor as soon as he entered the apartment. “Hello, Iwa-chan,” he sang.

“Oikawa, I told you I’d pick you up from the hotel! You didn't need to-”

“I got bored waiting around for you, so I checked out a little early.” Removing his shoes, he noticed Y/n. “Oh? Wait..” He frowned. “I thought you’re too busy for lunch! What happened to work?”

“Well, I just haven’t left for work yet.” She smiled sheepishly. “Though I should be getting ready to leave.”

“You don't have to rush off because of Oikawa.“ He glared at his friend’s accusations. “Ignore him.”

Y/n stood. “No, really I should consider traffic and prep for my first call of the day. Don’t wanna be late!” With that she headed off to the bathroom.

And Oikawa scrutinized her as she walked away. As soon as she was closed in the bathroom, he smirked to Iwaizumi. “Aren’t those your clothes?”

He glared once more. “Don’t.”

“Did she stay with you last night?”

“Oikawa.”

Part 6 >>

[ri-ahhh]

Ooooh but like what if it's gray getting jealous and a teeny but insecure too when MJ mentions some of her work mates and other close guy friends w whom she hangs out and drinks and parties yk?And when he finally meets them he might not be able to get some inside jokes or be pissy on how touchy one of her guy bffs is?!And just goes like"baby am I too young for you?"🥺maybe some cute fluff and hot makeup sex?? ;p Sorry if this too much or straight up lame It's cool if you don't wanna concept this

Ok, first of all, I love this. Second, this is my first MJ concept and I’m soft af🥺

If there’s one personality trait Grayson Dolan wouldn't normally attribute to himself, it’s that of being easily jealous. Why would he be? His life, despite it’s occasional heavy downs, is relatively picturesque in the grand scheme of things. He’s got a loving family, an amazing career, a beautiful girlfriend, and he’s narcissistic enough to proudly say he’s a good-looking dude.

But the little green monster first starts to stir in chest when said beautiful girlfriend lays back on his chest one morning, scrolling through Instagram while the two of them laze in bed. MJ is looking through the pictures she had been tagged in at a company dinner the night before, double-tapping her phone screen occasionally and diverting his attention away from his own phone when she does.

“Who’s that?” he asks, trying to sound as casual as possible as he eyes a certain picture with slightly narrowed eyes.

“Hm?” MJ had already scrolled down to the next photo, but she goes back to the one in question. Grayson points to the guy standing next to her. “Oh. That’s Jesse. He’s one of my teammates.”

Grayson doesn't respond right away, his gaze focused on the way the attractive young man has his arm wrapped tightly around MJ’s waist in the group photo. MJ is leaning away from him, but it still gives him a bad vibe — not from her, but from him.

“He looks friendly.”

MJ glances up at him and slaps the other side of his bare chest with the back of her hand jokingly. “Relax, we all had to squeeze in to get the picture. He’s just a colleague.”

“Yeah, to you,” Grayson mumbles. He tosses down his phone and turns on his side so he can throw his arm over her middle, nuzzling into her hair.

MJ smiles and scratches her nails up and down his sculpted arm, his warm breath tickling her ear. He’s not really the possessive type, too confident in himself and trustworthy in her for this to have ever been an issue in their relationship, but her work world is one entirely separate from him. She doesn’t think it’s too irrational for him to be suspicious, especially since she can admit feeling a little iffy about the way Jesse had so easily sidled up to her for that photo.

She shifts her head on the pillow so she’s facing him, kissing his lips softly but soundly. It’s an unspoken reassurance between them, and they both let the topic go.

A few days later, they’re in the kitchen together, a pass only she is allowed while Grayson cooks. MJ sits on the island, her feet dangling over the cabinets as Grayson stirs the vegetables he’s sautéing on the stove, when her phone buzzes on the marble countertop beside her. She picks it up and chuckles, her manicured fingers typing away.

“What’s so funny?” Grayson asks nosily.

MJ hits ‘send’ in the text response she wrote. “Jesse sent a stupid meme that reminded him of this super difficult exec we have to deal with for one of our clients.” She holds up her phone so Grayson can see it, but without the further context he doesn’t really see the humor in it. It causes a weird sensation to bubble in his stomach, one he can’t quite place, but it definitely makes him give the veggies an extra vigorous stir that has some of them flying out of the pan on accident.

He draws the line on this guy in his head when MJ sends him a text the next afternoon while he’s in a Wakeheart meeting downtown, just a few blocks from her office.

ugh baby i’m so sorry i have to cancel our lunch date :/ jesse wants to keep working on this report we have due this afternoon and i’ll look like a dick if i leave.

Grayson huffs and feels the back of his neck flush with anger. Why is Jesse controlling whether or not she can take her lunch break? She has a habit of skipping it to begin with, which Grayson can’t stand and actively tries to make sure she doesn’t do, so his irritation with this dude is through the roof now. His mind can’t help but wander to the possibility that maybe Jesse is doing it on purpose; he knows for a fact all of her coworkers know about him, so who’s to say he’s not trying to keep her to himself today? Before he can type out a heated response, however, MJ double-texts.

i promise I’ll make it up to you tonight. whatever you want, on me. literally and figuratively ;)

She knows him too well, can probably sense his frustration a few streets away. Grayson sighs, but his mouth lifts in a little smile, because he loves her and he’s low-key looking forward to that promise now.

Alright. I’ll be thinking about that to get me through this meeting. Pls eat tho baby, it makes me worry when you don’t.

me too lol. and gonna order some kreation now, don’t worry. ily

She punctuates her message with a few heart emojis, and Grayson returns the sentiment before pocketing his phone once more. His mind is far from the financial projections he’s supposed to be paying attention to, but luckily this is much more Ethan’s territory in the business than his, anyways.

Friday, he and MJ are cuddling on the couch watching a movie when out of nowhere she gasps a little and sits up from where she’s leaning on him. “Oh, I almost forgot to ask. You and E doing anything tomorrow?”

Grayson chuckles and shakes his head, amused by the suddenness of her question. He pushes a lock of her hair, damp from their shared shower, behind her ear. “Not that I know of, other than we might go to the skatepark.”

MJ grins. “Well, my boss is making us do our monthly team-building workshop at a climbing gym, if you want to tag along. I don’t think you’ll be able to join us during the middle of it, obviously, but afterwards it would give you the chance to meet some of the people I work with, if you want.”

He considers it. He hasn’t been climbing in a while, and he’s actually been itching to get back into it. Not to mention, it’ll give him a chance to keep an eye on Jesse while he’s around MJ in the skin-tight lycra she wears to work out in.

“Yeah, I’m down. I’ll ask E if he wants to come, too.”

The next day, the three of them roll up to the gym in Ethan’s Tesla. Grayson wastes no time in taking MJ’s hand in his as they walk through the parking lot, just in case a certain set of eyes are watching. MJ squeezes his fingers reassuringly; she’s not dumb, not impervious to the fact that when he kisses her goodbye once they step inside and before they go their separate ways that he had caught a glimpse of the man from the picture that put his guard up to begin with.

When he pulls back but makes no move to join Ethan on the other side of the gym, MJ shakes her head with a grin and cups his cheek softly.

“No need to stake your claim, Neanderthal,” she says.

He looks down at her with a pout that makes her heart and her panties melt. His wide hands plant themselves on her hips and tug her a little closer to him, anyways. “Am I being obvious?” he asks.

“Only to me,” she winks, rising on her toes to give him one more chaste kiss. “Now go with E, before Chanel gets here and I have to reverse the roles.”

Grayson laughs but does as he’s told, giving her waist a gentle squeeze before they part ways. MJ’s company had rented half of the gym, which was roped off for them. He chooses the open wall closest to the one they're using, eager to keep his girlfriend as nearby as possible for the couple of hours they would be separated.

As he sits on a bench and slips on his climbing shoes, Grayson can’t help but search out where Jesse is. He’s easy to spot, that’s for sure. Not only is he already next to MJ, chatting animatedly while she smiles and nods politely in return, but he stands out with his curly mop of hair, caramel-colored skin, and pale blue eyes. Maybe his attractiveness is part of the reason Grayson is somewhat intimidated by his obvious interest in MJ, but he’s also part of her everyday life, one he knows nothing about other than what she shares with him.

It’s never been something that bothers him, because it’s healthy to have a life outside of a relationship, but he’s always dated — hooked up, whatever you want to call it — in his industry. There was always a mutual understanding of what work and life in general entailed with those flings, and it’s taken Jesse for him to suddenly realize he doesn’t have the experience or the knowledge of how to handle his feelings with that not being the case with MJ. It makes him feel out of control, not good enough somehow.

Grayson Dolan does not like to be out of control and he most certainly does not like being below his own standards.

“Who’s that?”

Grayson is brought out of his daze by his brother’s voice and the hand he had clapped to his shoulder. If he were able to laugh at himself in this moment, he might have found Ethan’s question funny, since it was exactly what he’d said when he first saw Jesse, too. Ethan’s gaze is fixed on MJ and the man in question, who had placed his hand on her elbow as he talked only for MJ to duck down to ‘tie her shoe.’

“Jesse,” is all he says, standing up to buckle his chalk belt around his waist.

“Oh,” Ethan replies, nodding his head a little. “Do we like him?”

“Nope.”

“Cool.”

Ethan becomes another set of eyes for Grayson while they climb, giving him nudges or a little whistle every time he catches Jesse standing a little too close to MJ, or finding a reason to touch her, or to ‘help’ her as she climbs up the wall. Grayson glowers over every time, trying his best but probably failing to not to come off as the jealous boyfriend. Every once in a while MJ will catch his eyes, giving him a quick wave or a thumbs-up with a pretty smile just for him. It makes his heart settle some, only for his chest to tighten again when Jesse starts cheering for her a little too loud.

The two hours pass by a little faster as he settles into the rhythm of climbing, trying to put her touchy coworker in the back of his mind. He trusts MJ with everything in him, but he knows how men can be — ignorant either by choice or by idiocy to a woman’s obvious signals of disinterest.

“Gray!”

He’s just reached the top of the wall when his girlfriend’s voice cuts clear through the loud chatter around them. He looks down and sees her on the mat, hair pulled back in a cute high ponytail, freckled cheeks flushed from the exertion of the day, as she waves him down with that same bright smile.

He grins, excited to have her to himself once again. “One sec!”

Once he’s made it back down the wall, he greets her with a kiss. She’s tied her jacket around her waist, leaving her top half covered only by a pretty green sports bra that happens to be both his favorite color and one that makes her eyes pop beautifully.

“I like this,” he says suggestively, hooking his finger in one of the straps and tugging gently.

MJ rolls her eyes and reaches up to adjust the center of the Wakeheart cap he’s got backwards over his hair. “Come on. You can meet the idiots I have to put up with every day.”

She leads him to the group, who are all standing around chatting, gulping down water, gathering keys and such as they prepare to leave. He gets introduced to them a couple at a time. Some of them he recognizes by name, such as Valentina and Jude (both of whom MJ actually likes and considers friends), MJ’s intern Alessia, and Chanel, of course, who bats her eyes so obnoxiously it’s almost comical.

And then there’s Jesse, who’s immediately sizing Grayson up with those striking eyes as soon as they approach him standing in the corner on his phone. Grayson doesn’t back down in the slightest, a smirk fixing itself on his lips when MJ leans into him and wraps her arm around his back. He drapes his own over her shoulders, pulling her that much closer to him.

“Hey Jess. This is the famous boyfriend I’ve told you all about,” she introduces, patting a hand on his hard stomach and smiling up at him for a moment.

Grayson lets go of MJ long enough to extend his hand. “Grayson.”

Jesse accepts and shakes his hand politely. “Jesse. MJ and I are teammates.”

“So I’ve heard,” he says, keeping a tight smile on his face as Jesse continues to square up to him, like Grayson has posed some kind of challenge.

Jesse nods, a grin of his own popping up as he gets the idea that MJ has maybe talked about him before. Grayson wants to roll his eyes, but he stays trying to be the bigger person here.

“So what do you do, Grayson?” Jesse asks.

Another hot flash overcomes him. He’s heard the question often enough to know there are two ways people ask it: innocently and genuinely; or knowingly and almost maliciously, like Jesse is now, waiting for him to say the ‘i’ word and berate him for it passive-aggressively.

MJ tightens her arm around him some, and it calms him down enough to answer with an even tone. “I do social media.”

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg, though,” MJ steps in for him with a grin. “He and his brother have a whole production team under them. And they're CEO’s and part-owners of a fragrance company, Wakeheart. I think I’ve told you, whenever you compliment my perfume, that it’s Grayson’s, right?”

She’s incredible, really. Grayson smiles and shows off the diamonds in his teeth, which glint in the harsh artificial light. “Well, Jesse, if you like MJ’s perfume so much, I’d be glad to send you our whole collection. Maybe you’ll find one that’s right for you.”

He can see Jesse’s resolve start to waver, especially when MJ stands on her toes to kiss Grayson’s stubbled cheek. “Very generous, huh Jesse?”

Jesse clears his throat and digs his keys out of his pocket tellingly. “Ah, yeah. Thanks, man, good to meet you. See you Monday, MJ.”

He brushes past the couple without another glance, and he at least has the decency to blush a little from embarrassment. MJ turns and wraps her arms around Grayson’s middle, staring up at him with big green eyes that sparkle with amusement.

“Do you think he got the picture that I’m completely, totally, head over heels in love with you?” she asks, swaying slightly as he wraps his arms around her as well. “And that he has no chance in this universe whatsoever?”

“I don’t know, I feel like you could’ve laid it on a little thicker. Hyped me up a bit more,” Grayson jokes, dipping down to brush her lips with his. A blonde statue glares at the pair of them when he pulls back and glances over MJ’s head. “Chanel is staring daggers at us. Should we make out right here so she can see how I feel the same about you?”

MJ giggles and shakes her head. “Unfortunately, nothing will faze that bitch.” She nuzzles his nose with hers affectionately, the chaste display a perfect disguise for the dirty whispers that comes out of her mouth next. “Mm, my CEO boyfriend can take me home, though, and fuck me nice and hard in the shower.”

Grayson’s eyes turn a shade darker, and he bites his plump lower lip. He wants to slip his hands down to her ass, but he’s also very aware of how public they are right now. “If we even make it to the shower,” he murmurs.

MJ scrunches her nose and raises her brow in a look of mild disgust. “Gray, if you think I’m sucking your dick after it’s been in a cup for nearly three hours, without you taking a shower, you better think again. I don’t think even Chanel is down for that.”

Grayson lets out a belly laugh and releases her, taking her by the hand instead to go find Ethan. “Noted, baby. Noted.”

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Better Half

(A/N: i seriously missed writing connor blurbs more than i can even explain!! oh and this is told from connor’s pov btw! anyways i hope you enjoy this lol)

Summary: You tried cooking Connor breakfast like he always does for you, even though you don’t cook whatsoever. Well it ends up turning into a big mess but he saves the day. I mean, you are each other’s better halves.

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A groan left my throat as I waved my arm around the sheets, searching for something that apparently wasn't there.

I lifted my head up and cracked one eye open in the bright morning sun to see that she wasn't anywhere to be found.

My eyes found the bathroom that was open and empty as well. I pulled myself to the edge of the bed to see if she fell off while she was sleeping again and grunted when she wasn't there.

"Y/n?" I whispered.

No response. I fell back onto the bed and rubbed my eyes, blinking slowly as to adjust to the day before finally getting up. I looked down at my bare chest and sweatpants and decided that putting on a shirt wasn't worth the effort right now, got up and walked to the door of our room.

Once I opened the door and walked out a few feet, I heard some noises coming from our kitchen downstairs.

Maybe she's getting some cereal? I heard a few clanking sounds of pots or pans. Maybe it's a hungry burglar?

I listened a little closer as I walked down the stairs and could hear some angry mumbling that I definitely recognized as my Y/n's. Is she actually cooking for me? She never cooks.

My heart melted at the thought and I quickly, but quietly, made my way down the rest of the stairs so I could watch around the corner.

"Okay, now that its all mixed together I need to spray the pan and then I can cook it. Right?" She asked herself, looking at her phone that she had propped up against a stack of cooking books.

I laughed quietly to myself as I pictured her trying to use a cooking book before giving up and finding a video on YouTube.

"Okay so now I poor in the egg stuff," she trailed off as she carried a large mixing bowl to the stove.

I held my breath for a moment seeing as she had the flame as high as it would go and she was already struggling with the nearly full bowl of omelette mixings.

Please don't spill them. Please don't spill them. Please don't spill them.

I jumped down from the stairs when she lost grip of the bowl and all of the contents spilled over the counter, most luckily avoiding the stove.

Y/n quickly grabbed a dish towel from in front of the stove to try to clean up the mess that was continuing to spill onto the stove and screamed when the rag caught on fire.

"Baby, watch out," I spoke quickly taking the rag from her hand and tossing it into the sink that had been full of dishwater before turning off the stove.

I grabbed some paper towels and made a barrier between the stove and countertop to stop the mess from spreading too much before turning to look at Y/n.

I tried to look stern but I forgot almost immediately when I saw her standing there, tears in her eyes, and her left hand gripping her right wrist.

"I'm so sorry, Con. I just wanted to make you breakfast like you do for me and then I nearly caught the whole house on fucking fire and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, stop." I stepped in front of her and put both of my hands on her cheeks, making her look at me.

"Don't beat yourself up, I think that you are an amazing cook and do you want to know why?" She didn't answer, just blinked and sniffled a little. "Because you keep trying," I pushed a strand of hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "And about the whole setting the house on fire," I pulled her in towards me in a hug, tucking her head beneath my chin.

"Nothing bad will ever happen as long as you let me be there to help you. Just like how I need you there to help me so that I don't do something dumb like build a skate ramp in our backyard and some other stupid shit that i blame Brian for making me want to do." I felt her let out a small laugh, her breath warming my still bare chest.

I kissed the top of her head before leaning back and sliding my hands down her arms to take a hold of her hands. I quickly let go when she let out a hiss at me touching her wrists.

"What? What's wrong? What did I do?" I could hear the panic in my own voice but I was too nervous that I had hurt her to care.

"No, no. It wasn't you," she sighed, lifting her right arm to show me the red burn that covered her hand around her thumb. It wasn't too horrible a burn but it was definitely going to blister.

"I think it happened when the rag caught on fire." Her cheeks were bright red, thin shiny tracks running down them from some of her tears spilling over from her eyes.

"Come here," I whispered, pulling her towards the kitchen island that hadn't been spilled on and I lifted her to sit on the counter. I went to our bathroom to grab our first aide kit and stood in between her legs.

After a few minutes of her giving me instructions on dressing her wound, she was all wrapped up and nearly done sniffling. I looked up from her wrist, into her eyes.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Mhmm," she hummed in response, leaning back. "I'm just sad. I wanted so bad to make you a breakfast and I couldn't even do a simple omelette without starting a fire. What fiancé can't even do a simple omelette?"

"I mean, one day we might have kids and they're going to need food and all I can do is cereal! I'm going to be a useless mother and wife. God I'm already a useless fiancé." Tears were streaming down her face at this point and my heart felt like it could break.

"Don't say that." My voice came out deep and gruff, anger very clear in my tone. Her eyes widened in surprise before I continued.

"I will not allow a single person on this planet, including you, talk about the love of my life like that. You have so many great qualities that make you a fantastic fiancé and will make you an even more fantastic wife and mother."

She laughed, still not even remotely close to understanding how wonderful she is in my eyes.

"You are so patient and creative. Our kids won't have a second of boredom if you have anything to do about it. You are so caring and will be the best nurse whenever the fall and scrape their hand or knees. No matter what our kids go through you'll find a way to make them feel better. Do you even remember how we met?" A wobbly smile overtook her lips.

"You were riding your bike by my friend's and you crashed into a fence across the street from her house." she laughed at the memory.

"And then what happened?" I urged her on.

"And then I invited you to my house next door to her’s, helped you get all bandaged up." she rolled her eyes, her smile actually real now.

"That's right," I smiled, leaning in to give her a kiss. I sighed as her lips touched mine, that has always given me “butterflies” as she calls it, that I didn't know was possible before I met her.

"Thanks for breakfast by the way," I spoke.

"What are you talking about? I didn't even make anything edible! Plus, the whole kitchen is a mess!" Y/n laughed, letting me know that she wasn't upset anymore, just slightly annoyed with how things had turned out.

"Ah, but baby, it’s the thought that counts, is it not?" She laughed again and I quickly turned around to the fridge, pulling out a box of toaster strudels and handed them to her.

"I'll clean up if you cook?" I asked as she smiled.

"Deal," she said, hopping off the counter. We worked quickly, and soon Y/n and I had wiped off the counter and stove top and tossed everything else in the sink by the time that our breakfast was popping out of the toaster. We sat down at the island, our fingers interlocked as we took our first bites.

"Con," she said softly, making me turn to her. "Thank you for being my better half."

"And thank you for being mine." I kissed her temple and we finished our toaster strudels in comfortable silence.

This girl truly was my bestfriend. She has been ever since we were 13 and I crashed my bike into that fence and she doctored me up. She was and always will be the better half of me.

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The End

(A/N: i hope you enjoyed this little connor blurb and remember feedback is highly appreciated!!)

[wanna-rock-n-roll-in80s]

#6 Pennywise x Reader NSFW

A/N: It's the sequel to this fic, I don't know if a vacation has such influence, but I guess I got a bit carried away and so that's how it turned out (it wasn't supposed to be that long) lol

Warnings: too soft smut or smutty fluff, overly ooc, feelings, some cursing and who the hell knows what else, soo I can recommend not to read this trash and just scroll down! 😄

18+ please no minors

A nice smell of fresh coffee. You stretch and take a deep noisy breath, aroma is so intense you almost have its taste on your lips. Your body is a bit sore, but it's a very pleasant feeling and you love this clear reminder of what happened before. You smile enjoying it and quiet clanking sounds from kitchen get you fully awake. A long loose tank top is the only garment within your reach, so you slip it on and follow the scent.

You go barefoot and your steps are silent when you walk into a door frame although you know sneaking up on him is futile because he can sense you without any noise. Nevermind, he plays along after all. You stop for a moment to admire what you see and then keep going.

You even can't explain how much you adore that for this morning Pennywise chose a domestic human-like body with its pale color so loved by you, he has only grey sweatpants on and it looks priceless especially now when he tries to make something for breakfast. No matter what exactly, it gets your heart melting, all it's so strange but you have to admit that you've never been so happy. You come closer, wrap your arms around his naked torso and lean on his smooth back closing your eyes. It doesn't make sense to you if he's ancient eldritch horror, eater of worlds or whatever else, he's right here and now, so warm, so cozy. So yours. His light squeeze on your hand causes your smile - so concentrated, he's learning. All space is filled with mind-blowing aroma from a coffee pot, you kiss his shoulder blade and he stops for a second just to squat a little to piggyback you. Your arms slip around his neck and legs clasp around his waist as you nest on his back and the next moment he stands at his full height again. That heavenly feeling of your full connection... You nuzzle into his soft orange tufts and then rub your cheek against his, he gives your thigh a stroke and slightly tilts his head toward you approving your sign of endearment. So concentrated... You watch him putting carefully sliced tomatoes in the pan and then whisking eggs with a salt and pepper in a bowl. He's learning for you, he doesn't eat such food but remembers that you like it. There's a lot of things you want to say but you don't interrupt this intimate moment and just pepper his cheek with small leisurely kisses. You can see his smile from the side and wait patiently diving into a warm sensation of closeness.

Finally Pennywise pours whisked eggs into the pan and as it starts sizzling he turns his back to the kitchen counter, gently seats you on it and turns to you. He stands between your parted knees and cups your face for a kiss, he doesn't say anything but you don't need him to, you two are just making out lazy gradually seizing your embrace tighter. You ravel his messy after sleep hair and lovingly scratch the back of his head while your tongues are sliding against each other and your lips are brushing over his plump ones. "Mmhmm" you can't help but moan into his mouth, all feelings are so perfect and his hot body is so close to you... Tone of sizzling changes and he grudgingly steps back, "Give your monster a second, little one" Pennywise utters in his morning raspy voice and moves to the stove to turn it off but holds your inner thigh with his hand not wanting to lose physical contact. Your. You love when he calls himself like this, it's something in your chest that gonna burst out and float to the outer space.

Penny clicks a switch and is back to between your legs, this time you have his full attention. He hooks your knees and pull your closer, his hands crawl up your thighs while he nuzzles into your neck nipping your skin with his buck teeth. His long nimble fingers go under the edge of your top, then slither upper to find that you've totally ignored a chance to put your panties on and he groans against your skin. "Urrrrgh my little one was so in rush to come here that there was not enough time for another clothesss?" he whispers in your ear running his hand up your arm and pull a strap off your shoulder exposing your naked breast. "Oh yess" he hisses as he starts squeeze it lightly and his wet lips cover your mouth for a sloppy tongue kiss. You feel his thumb massage your erected nipple, he knows your sweet spots very well and uses it as often as he can, so this pleasure radiates directly to your clit.

"Oh fuck yes... Penny..." you break the kiss and arch your back, he smiles devilishly and puts his lips around your nipple giving it one long teasing suck. "Oh fuck..." you gasp again and he enjoys your reaction, his slippery tongue traces circles and then flutters the same way you usually like to move your finger when you fondle your breast. You throw your head back with an opened mouth and almost come when he suddenly stops and leaves a long drooly trail licking his way up to your ear, "Not yet, little one, not so fast" Pennywise slowly pulls up the hem of your top and bends down not breaking eye contact. The tip of his tongue gives your swollen clit a bit more than a hint of touch provoking you and right then he hears your lusty whine. He smirks to himself and strokes your thighs while you watch him. "Don't... Don't stop, oh please" you're only able to say and feel wetness pouring out of you on the counter. Penny parts your lips with his thumbs and twirls his tongue between them making sure that you can see how all your soft folds move under his caress. You almost scratch a stone-like surface you sit on when he lightly clasps your clit between his sensual red lips in a gentle kiss. "Oohh hoo my pretty thing is close.. gets close preetty easily" he doesn't let you come again and slips up along your body to put a similar kiss on your lips "Do you know how wet you've got there? Take a taste". Nailed it, you bite your lip and he gives you a few seconds to get yourself together.

Your glance goes down when Pennywise makes your palm stroking his bulge through soft fabric "Don't you want to know how hard I am?". "Oh yes, let me" you shove your fingers under the waistband of his pants, pull them down freeing his fully erect dick and gasp loudly at the sight. He drags you close to the edge of the counter "C'mon, little one" his darkest voice makes you almost faint "Help me, guide me in" he sways his hips passing the bright red tip of his boner over your skin from the spot above your clit to the spot under your navel and back. You grab the back of his neck and tug him to kiss, as his lips touch yours you grip his stiff shaft with your fingers and move your hand down and up. You stop at the very tip and your thumb slides to smear it with its precum, then you lower a bit to rub that spot under his dick head, slightly on the left where you know he's the most sensitive at and yes, you get what you want - he moans lewdly into your mouth and his dick twitches in your hand. "I can't, little one, guide me in" he takes a breath through his clenched teeth and his impatience drives you crazy. You spread your knees wider and tilt his dick placing its head between your small lips, the next moment you feel him hungrily squeeze into you.

"Oh ffuckk" you gasp into his neck finally getting filled with his sizeable girth "My big boy". You're already so aroused that, no lie, you come after only a few thrusts, your inner walls repeatedly clasp around him so tight that he lets out a constrained growl and fucks you faster. With a shaky breathing you grip his shoulders as you try to control your abdomen muscles contracting and keep your legs wide opened for him. Pennywise grabs your ass with one hand and rests other against the table for support since he changes an angle almost hanging over you as you lean a bit back. It reminds him of being on top of you what he loves so much. Slapping wet sounds and that friction inside make your first orgasm smoothly turn into the second one and you feel Penny's hot breath in the curve of your neck "Oh yes.. Yesss feels so good, little one... So hot.. So tight.. So good yesss so good.." his praising groans go with drool running down your collarbone and you get off hard with his name on your lips. All your body is trembling and you moan again as he fills you up with his thick cum. With lots of it. So much, it spills out of you and drips on the floor from the edge of the counter, mixed with your own wetness. He never pulls out right away, so, clearly, later that puddle under you will become even larger. After a few seconds you take a breath "Ooh, it's as if our last time was a long time ago" you laugh, "But isn't that so?" he giggles silly and rubs his painted nose against yours "It's been a whole three hours!" he points it out merrily.

You chuckle and lovingly cup his face to stare at him, his buck teeth, eyes looking in slightly different directions with glowing pupils, long red lines and cracks all over his large forehead, it all is so perfect that you could gaze forever, but suddenly feelings overwhelm you and you hurry to shut your eyes tight to hide them starting to water. You rush to hold him pressing your cheek to his with your arms around his neck and fingers entwined with his soft hair, and a quiet sudden sob escapes you. "There, there" Pennywise strokes your back trying to comfort you "I sensse it all, I sensse you" he whispers "Penny will stay like this as long as you need", "Just five more minutes for now" you smile combing his orange locks and inhale its sugar scent, "Good" he purrs "But promise, after it you have to take a bite of your breakfast before it gets cold". So thoughtful, he's learning.

[lavendermenaceart]

A Night In

Summary: You met Dr. Spencer Reid two weeks ago after literally running into him. You decide for Halloween, that you’ll go out on a date to celebrate. It ends badly, but the night is salvaged by a night in.

A/N: This was a request for Trans Man on the autism spectrumxSpencer Reid! I didn’t touch on the trans part a whole lot, mainly because I’m nonbinary and while I have chest dysphoria and consider myself trans, I don't experience life as a trans man and probably can’t speak very well to what it’s like. I am autistic though lol

Warnings: Briefly touches on dysphoria and transphobia, Anxiety, Overstimulation, but otherwise Fluffy!

“Happy Halloween!” You smiled into the phone, turning the steel ring on your finger as your heart hammered as it always did when you called most people. This was a little different than normal, as you were talking with your boyfriend, Dr. Spencer Reid.

You had run into him at a nearby coffee shop 2 weeks ago, literally. Coffee went everywhere and you remember nearly crying but he was so respectful and kind, correcting himself when he called you “Ma’am” and you told him “Sir.”

“Aw, you didn’t have to call! A text would have been fine.” You could hear him smiling through his words, telling you the call was worth the hammering of your heart and the building energy in your hands.

You waved your free hand around you, trying to expel some of the nervous, excited energy. “Are we still going out for dinner tonight?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m lucky we didn’t get a case today. Are you still alright with the idea of going out?” Spencer and yourself had talked about your experiences with being on the spectrum when he had first noticed you stimming. He always asked before dates if you were still in the mood to go out or be around other people.

“Yes! I’m really excited!” You couldn’t help but flap your free hand. The relationship was fairly new, but you couldn’t think of anyone else you’d rather be with. Especially on your new endeavor to get out more.

“Good. I’ll swing by in half an hour.” There was shuffling and the jingling of keys on the other end of the phone and took that as your cue to let him go.

You nodded before hanging up the phone, hurrying to your room to get ready.

You pulled your skin-toned binder on, the pressure relaxing your nerves as well as soothing any previous dysphoria. You took to your phone, putting on some tunes to dance to while you put on a shirt before buttoning up a white shirt over it. It was probably going to be a little chilly so you put on a dark gray jacket after zipping up and buttoning your skinny jeans.

You took one last look in the mirror before sitting down on the couch in your living room, spinning the ring on your finger and rocking back and forth as anxiety bubbled in your stomach.

You had been so lucky to have bumped into Spencer, he was so smart and understanding. He never judged you for or tried to stop you from stimming. So far in your eyes, he was the closest to perfect anyone could get.

When you heard the soft knocking on your door, you jumped up and were out the door before Spencer could say his greetings.

You weren’t excited for being out and around a lot of people, but you were excited to be spending time with your boyfriend. From the amused smirk on his face and the way he reached for your hand, he was too.

The car ride to the movies was silent, just how you liked it. When driving, you wanted it to be quiet so you could focus on the passing scenery. Spencer learned that on your first date and didn’t seem bothered by it at all. You knew some people might have seen it as awkward, but to you, it was more intimate than a conversation.

You hadn’t really gone to the movies since you were a child, but you were hoping that now as an adult you could handle the loudspeakers and the possibility of a crowded room.

Of course, you were going to see a scary movie, as it had turned out to be a shared interest between the two of you. As you entered the warm lobby you found yourself clinging to the fabric of Spencer’s cardigan. You picked up on this and made sure not to walk too fast and stay in front of you while you waited in line for tickets.

Suddenly all the noises and smells overwhelmed you, making anxious energy buzz in your head and hands. You lifted a hand to your hair, tugging slightly before bringing it back down, back up, tugging, putting it down. You tried to spin the ring on your finger to keep your hands busy and away from your head but it was starting to become too much, frustrated tears welling in your eyes.

Spencer was quick to notice. “Hey, we don’t have to do this. I haven’t even bought the tickets yet.”  

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded, squeezing and wringing your hands. As Spencer excused the both of you from the line and all the way out. He didn’t speak, even as you both sat in the car. You rocked back and forth, taking deep breaths until the buzzing energy went away.

“Are you alright? I’m so sorry.” Spencer’s eyes were clouded with worry as he reached for your hand.

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.” You wiped your eyes with your free hand, sniffling a little.

“I���m proud of you, though. We just have to build up to something like this.” You saw his face crinkle in a reassuring smile as you stared at his temple. You felt your heart flutter at his words, thinking of future dates with him.

Suddenly you could see him fidgeting with his hands, his eyes darting around the car.

You had picked up that this was how he usually acted when he wanted to ask a question, but was too afraid to ask.

“Are you okay?” You asked after hesitating for a second. You were worried you might be misreading his body language.

“Would you like to come to my apartment? Just for a movie and dinner. Like we were gonna do tonight.” He blurted out, his hazel eyes wide.

You took a couple of seconds, mulling over the pros and cons. You were a little tired and would prefer going back to your place, but you realized you can learn a lot more about Spencer by seeing his apartment. You could see all the books he likes, his taste in decoration, and possibly see him at his most comfortable.

You nodded, smiling as excitement bubbled in your chest, making you flap your hands.

When you arrive in his apartment, you could say it looked almost exactly as you imagined it would. It was small and comfortable, with dark, muted green wallpaper. There was a desk with papers and trinkets scattered across it, a dark wooden chair stationed there. To your left, there was a vintage looking orange leather chair beside a built-in bookshelf and standing lamp. Against the wall in front of the orange chair was an end table, covered and stuffed with more books.

You took your shoes off at the door, hovering over the dark red and brown patterned rug that led into the living area, where dark brown leather couch sat facing the windows. There were even more built-in bookshelves, and more books scattered in piles on the floor and on the coffee table in front of the couch. It was beautiful and comfortable. It smelled like him, but stronger. You already wanted to live here forever.

Spencer’s voice brought you back from your wonder.

“What would you like for dinner? I don’t have a TV but I have a decent laptop we could watch some movies on.” He smiled as he stood in the middle of his kitchen, which was just a couple of counters, an island, and the necessary appliances. It wasn’t in a separate room like most people’s kitchen’s were.

“Whatever you want! I just don’t like potatoes and most condiments!” You stuck your tongue out and twisted your face at the thought of the texture of potatoes, making Spencer chuckle as he got out a few pots and pans.

“I’m not the best cook, I’m warning you now.” He warned as he filled a pot with water.

“Whatever you make, I will probably love….unless it’s burnt or gets me sick.” You shrugged, sneaking a kiss on his cheek before sitting down at the couch, grabbing the nearest book and flipping through it. Its title read “A Contribution to the Critique of Political Economy” by Karl Marx. The name rang a bell but the title automatically made you feel lost.  You flipped through the rest of the piles as he was cooking, the sound of bubbling water and simmering sauce was relaxing as read select paragraphs from a few of the books that looked more digestible.

“Alright, I'm gonna grab the laptop. You can make your own plate.” He wiped his hands on a kitchen towel before rounding the island and going into his bedroom.

You made yourself a helping before taking your seat back on the couch, not waiting for Spencer as you dug in.

As you heard saw him coming back, you slurped up a noodle and chuckled. “This is good! I thought you were…” You had to pause for a second to collect your thoughts again as he set up the laptop and sat down some movies. “Weren’t the best cook?”

“Well, I’m not.” He shrugged, taking a few bites from his plate. “I just have a really good teacher. At least when it comes to pasta.”

“Oh? Who?”  You tilted your head before grabbing the stacks of CD’s and looking through them.

“David Rossi. He’s a co-worker but...we’re more like family.” He nodded, agreeing with himself as he finished his plate and set it down on the table, to the side.

“Well, with a job like yours I could only imagine the kinds of bonds you make with the people you work with.” You wondered if one day you would meet his work family, but the thought made you more nervous than excited. How would they react to you being transgender? How would they react to Spencer dating a trans man? You shook your head, spinning the ring on your finger. “This one.”

You handed him the case for The Quiet Place.

“Oh, I haven’t watched this one yet, but I’ve heard a lot of great things about it.”  He nodded, popping it into the laptop and turning the volume up and turning on captions.

You fell into a comfortable silence,  the movie interesting you but you felt more occupied by your boyfriend’s presence next to you. You reached over, taking hold of his hand. He looked over for a moment while you kept your face towards the screen before he also went back to watching the movie. As the movie went on and you felt the creepiness and horror settle up your spine, giving you an excuse to scoot closer to him. He lifted his arm so you could snuggle into his chest, red creeping into both of your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his midsection.

You weren’t paying attention to the movie anymore, you were solely focused on Spencer’s smell, the small movements he made, the little smiles that crept across his face whenever the movie truly scared him.

You were no longer worried about meeting his work family, no longer worried about having ruined the night, you were only concerned with him and how happy he seemed in this moment. As a small hum of contentment escaped your lips and you closed your eyes, you knew you felt the same way too.

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Black Angus Steakhouse

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Ever wake up Sunday morning with the "steak starvies"? I'm sure you have. Abby and I woke up one Sunday morning in October and felt a particularly sharp craving for some of that true steak, the kind a real cattleman would fix over a desert wood fire, under a full coyote moon, sitting under a canopy of desert pricklies. Luckily for us, down the freeway from our church proudly stood a steakhouse made entirely out of wood (remember those?) like it could've been erected in the Old West by a herd of cattlemen. Don't forget- Hayward is an Old West Town in it's own right and tucked next to the H&R Block, a simple memorial to heavenly steaks and dusty cattlemen still stands. Abby and I got there early and eager, so we had to wait a few minutes. When the doors swung open at 11a.m., we swaggered in and were promptly seated.

We opened up our slippery menus (usually a good indicator of the juiciness of the steaks, trust me) and took a gander at the selections. I already knew what I was getting. I had to order a 16oz. cut of the Ribeye Steak. Medium Rare. Typically, I'd order up a Pittsburgh Rare cut of steak, but I've been having some health problems with my colon and my doc advised me to "Give up red meat or there would be hell to pay". I think Medium Rare instead of Pittsburgh Rare is a good enough step in the right direction. I only bring this up because I think it's proof that I would know what a good steak is having eaten enough to be officially prohibited lol. Along with the steak came a choice of two sides. I ordered the Traditional Baked Potato and Steak Soup. The missus ordered the Cobb Salad, which I wasn't expecting since we came in hungry for slabs of cow, but hey, we are all entitled to a change of heart I suppose. We handed the menus over to our delightful waitress who, after placing our order, walked back with a warm round loaf of native grain bread seeded with what looked and tasted like barley. This wasn't my first rodeo. I knew the deceptive friendliness of that loaf. I've made the mistake before of filling up on the delicious and complementary bread so much so I couldn't finish my steak. That wasn't going to happen this time, I vowed… as I mashed another buttered hunk into my mouth.

The soup came out first. A delightful little stew of barley, kidney beans, and cubes of beef. The aroma alone took me back to a campfire dinner I had with my family as a kid out on outskirts of Vista, California, putting cans of Campbell's Chunky directly on the coals to heat up. I had a few spoonfuls of the slurry before I had a thought: it tasted EXACTLY like Campbell's Chunky, just like my dad used to make on those camping trips back in the day! I believe that taste can be a powerful channel for nostalgia and Black Angus's Steak Soup was a slow flood of boyhood memories.

Though I knew I had a massive platter of steak on the way, I basically inhaled that stew in 2 minutes flat, which is remarkable now that I think of it considering it seemed like the recipe called for 8 ounces of everything in the kitchen roughly blended together with a stick of butter throw in. It was not light. At this point, I was seriously doubting that I could manage to finish a 16 oz'er along with potato. As I glanced around nervously for the waitress touting my impending meal, my eyes landed on a television screen hung above our booth; an infomercial for the Copper Chef was on! In fact, it was playing on all the TVs hung on walls of Black Angus! Imagine that… at a steakhouse, watching the Copper Chef fry up steaks, hot dogs, corn on the cobs, and potatoes au gratin in the same pan. Actually, a few minutes of watching Copper Chef was all I needed to regain my "zeal for the meal". Just as though my stomach had sent out a specific frequency only audible by experienced waitstaff, our server appeared around the corner with our plates followed by an older lady that seemed like the owner of the establishment.

Abby was looking dumbfounded at the size of her Cobb Salad. I love gazing across the table and seeing Abby's face light up like that. It happened at Romano's Macaroni Grille, and it happened at the Nordstrom Cafe. Just typing this part makes my heart swell :' >. This is why you should take your lady to decent restaurants, fellas. I looked down at my own plate with tantamount dumbfoundedness. The ribeye had a beautiful cross-hatch char on it and the potato was split in the middle and in it burbled butter and sour cream. The presentation was incredible. Turns out, the older lady that looked like she was the owner was one of the most special members of the staff: she came out from the back of the Black Angus whenever someone ordered the 16 oz rib to personally deliver it. She took a special silverware setting out from her back pocket and placed the knife in my right hand, the fork in my left hand, and unrolled the napkin onto my lap. "Sir, would you mind slicing into your steak to confirm the doneness for me?", she said. Just wow. This had never happened to me at a Black Angus before. I cut into my steak (with some difficulty admittedly, the knife was really not very sharp I think) and it indeed was cooked to a perfect Medium Rare. She nodded and a proud smile broke discreetly onto her face. "Enjoy you steak sir, and madame, I hope you enjoy your Cobb Salad."

Everything after that was a blur. Bite after bite went into my mouth and I chewed every piece as if I was gnawing through a rope that bound me to a sinking ship. I ordered extra butter upon extra butter and drowned my potato in it. Steakhouses probably have access to really good butter, now that I think of it. I couldn't recall now, but it seemed that Abby was grimacing at me through the haze. She says now that she was smiling, so maybe I am just projecting, but I was unashamedly just devouring my meal like a nasty scoundrel. To tell you the truth, I don't quite remember the taste of the steak. I knew it must have tasted good, since I was tearing it to bits, but I honestly was more spurred on by the act of chewing the meat. "Steak Starvies" really means "I am starving for steak". I just remember my vision had dimmed to a tunnel that framed everything with a lurid glow. I should wrap this review up here actually, I'm sorry it's so long! I'm getting hungry again ahaha!! Anyway, if you're ever looking for a traditional American Western restaurant for the domesticated cowboy within, hop on your horse (or get in your car) and mosey on over to the Hayward Black Angus where they'll treat you right and ask you if they're doing a good job. It's right off the freeway! Oh, and I finished the steak and potato :)

Abby’s take: you know it’s going to be a good Sunday when the day begins at Black Anus. Unfortunately, they do not yet have a country breakfast menu, but they do open at 11am ! Perhaps true steakmen don’t see a need for labels when it comes to steak, unlike us city people. To the true steakman, steak is steak no matter the hour or gender. It seemed we were not the only patrons who wanted to begin Sunday in the atmospheric American darkness of a high-end ranch house. A fine way to escape the fast paced city life, slow down and take some notes from the locals! It really is a different way of life over at the steakhouse... I myself have always dreamt of country living. Blame it on my freckles, or my collection of Kenny Chesney fan fiction, I have always wondered if I was meant for the farm.

I ordered the vegetable Cobb, curious to try a “Country” take on a “City” classic. It was delectable! The cuisine equivalent of the musical masterpiece “Old Town Road”. I’m hoping Kenny Chesney is able to hop on that horse as well, perhaps accompanied with the always masterful Marshall Mathers (M&M). Those two on a musical horse would be quite the sight and sound!

The hubby, perhaps in an attempt to impress the locals, ordered a steak, medium rare, with no cityman dizzle-dazzle-add ons or subtractions. I for one, was impressed with his restraint, and took the moment to reflect. How accustomed have we city people become, to custom orders - “no tomatoes, no gluton” even picking and choosing particular Kenny Chesney songs to purchase from the ITune store, instead of purchasing the whole album. While I so enjoyed the cob salad remainders we took home, this lesson may have been my most valuable “takeaway”.

Local tip: “No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems” is a great starter album for the Kenny Chesney novice.

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Can this fangirl get another request 😂😂 Okey so Pan x reader, the reader gets dared to make out with Pan by Devin who is her best friend and she doesn't agree because she's embarassed (everyone knows she likes him but Pan) so Pan teleports (I call it teleportation cuz I don't know how to call it lol) them to his cabin and tells her he likes her really f****** bad and she says she likes him too and then they make out. Could ya write that? Thanks babe 😙

Of course you can get another request!!!!! Keep sending them in girl! I love getting requests and tbh this was the most fun one to write so far! Love it! So anyways here we go: 

Peter Pan x reader imagine You swim around in the lagoon with the other mermaids giggling at all the fun your having. “(Y/n)? Where are you?” you jump out of the water as you hear his voice coming from the beach. “Peter,” you smile. You’d been in love with Peter ever since you were kids. “Why don’t you come for a swim,” you smirk at him. You blush as Peter looks you up and down. You never understood why Peter hung out with you, you weren’t exactly the skinniest native on the island. Never the less Peter always insisted you were beautiful so you slowly grew more confident and that’s how you ended up standing there in the lagoon, in a caribbean blue bikini. He was still staring. “God, she’s an angel,” Peter thinks in his head as he stares at you, your long (h/c) hair wavy from the sea, your piercing (e/c) eyes seemingly staring into his very soul. “Peter? You haven’t said anything,” you tell him, which makes him blush. “Wanna come for a swim,” you add. “What- Oh, well I’d love too (y/n), but we have to get back for dinner with the lost boys.” “Ok,” you nod. And you follow Peter into the woods, back towards camp, in silence.

For some reason you felt like looking your best for dinner, you wanted Peter to look at you all night like he did at the beach. “Stop it (y/n), it doesn’t mean anything. He’s like your brother. Besides how could he like you,” you mentally scold yourself. So you decide to force yourself to dress down. You pull on a green tunic, one of the old lost boy’s, and slip on some black jean shorts underneath. You rub a little lip gloss on, but leave your hair wild and wavy from the sea. “Why the lip gloss,” your best friend, a lost boy, Devin, sneers at you. “Trying to impress Peter are we?” he smirks at you. “No,” you slap his arm. So you walk towards camp for dinner.

You all sit around the fire, eating your dinner. Everything is silent. “So (y/n), when are you finally gonna tell Pan how you feel,” Devin nudges your leg as the two of you sit on a log around the fire. “Shut up Devin!” You blush a deep deep red. “Come on, we all know you like him,” Devin gestures around to the lost boys and they all nod, which makes you blush even more. “Shut up,” you mutter to them as you cover your face with your hair. You sit in silence staring at the ground. What you don’t notice is the lost boys staring behind you at Peter. Peter stands still, fixated on the back of you, drinking you in with his eyes. Your hair has dried in big waves from swimming and blows behind you in the wind. “Ahem,” Devin coughs in the direction of Peter. “Oh right, well, I’m just gonna go find, whatever, I’ll be back,” Peter sputters as he turns and walks off into the jungle. “Alright, no more fucking around. (Y/n), I triple dog dare you to go make out with Peter,” Devin nudges you. “A triple dog dare, really? Fat chance,” you snort at him. “You know the lost boys code, can’t turn down a dare, especially a triple dog dare,” he raises his eyebrows at you. “Not gonna happen,” you shake your head at him. ‘After all, I’m not a lost boy, I’m a lost girl,” you smirk. “Whatever,” Devin waves the fact aside. “Bottom line, I will do you laundry for a month if you go do it,” he tells you. “make it three months and it’s a deal,” you eye Devin. “Deal, now go,” he shoves you off in the direction of Peter.

“Peter, Peter? Are you ok?” You wander through the jungle, looking for him. “(Y/n),” Peter steps out from behind a tree and smiles at you. “Is everything alright?” you ask him. “Everything’s fine,” he tells you, but he grabs your hand, throwing him off guard. You pull back for a second, in shock. “Get on with it,” you hear Devin yell, and as you turn around, you can see all the lost boys watching you through the trees. You blush and pull away from Peter. “Alright enough of this,” Peter mutters, and with a wave of his hand, the two of you disappear.

You reappear in Pan’s cabin. “Peter, what are we doing here?” you ask him incrediously. “(Y/n), I have to tell you something,” you can see the anxiety in his eyes as he tells you this. “What’s wrong are you ok?” you ask him. Peter begins to walk towards you, but you shy away thinking this is all a dream. “Peter I don’t know that we should,” you falter, scared to admit your feelings for him, because your mind is telling you there’s no way he’ll love you back. “Why, we can’t deny what we’re feeling. I haven’t felt this way about anyone before, I just,” he grabs your hand, but you pull away again. “Peter, look at me, why would you like me?” you ask him. He steps towards you, but instead of grabbing your hand, he bangs his fist on the wall behind you, towering over you. “Fuck, (y/n), you’ve got to be kidding me? How couldn’t I like you? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re gorgeous, and you care about me. You’re wild and funny and you’re the only one that knows the real me. You get me,” he finishes staring at you. “How could I not like you- you’re crazy lady,” he smirks at you. “Are you sure this is what you want?” you look up at him with big eyes. Instead of answering, he smashes his lips on yours and you fall back in surprise. You begin to kiss him back and feel a warmth spread through your cheeks. Peter grabs you around the waist and pulls you into him. He runs his hands through your wild, wavy, mess of a hair and you rake your fingers over his back. You pull back, dying for air. “God, Peter, I had no idea you were such a good kisser,” you make him blush. “Believe it or not, you’re my first kiss darling,” he shyly tells you. ‘I guess it was meant to be,” you smile. “I was always meant to be with you. And I always knew I would,” Peter tells you, placing your forehead on his. He puts his lips back on yours and you kiss some more. “You’re everything I’ve ever needed,” you tell him honestly, suddenly scared. “And you, you are everything. Everything,” he tells you. You shrug him off. “No (y/n), look at me. You are my everything,” he says as he rubs his nose against yours. You smile, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You feel a passion ignite within you and grab his head and bring his lips to yours. And in that moment, you feel pure bliss. And it’s just your lips on his, his lips on yours, wet and hot and salty from the sea. “Wow, (y/n), you really went through on your dare,” Devin tells you and you pull away from Pan and realize the lost boys are staring at you through the doorway. You and Peter both blush. “Come on, let’s leave these two to it,” Devin winks at the two of you, and the lost boys walk away. “Finally, they’re gone,” Peter turns to you and presses you up against the wall as you make out some more.