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im-sleepdeprived · 7 months ago

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Seasonal • Pt. 2

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: inspired by the taylor swift song ‘peter’ where you and peter discover just how hard it is to hold on to something from your past, no mater how much you love each other

a/n: things are progressing :)) right now im picturing this series as 5 parts, also i’ve been getting tons of requests and TRUSTTTT that as soon as this series is over I’ll be working on those🫡

warnings: none really, some (lots) angst, some pining, there are some time skips both forward and backwards and I don’t have them marked (sorry !) but theyre pretty easy to spot imo, healthy family relationships :(

masterlist, read part 1 here

You blew out a breath as you set down the last box. “Ok, I think we’re done sweetie,” said your dad from his spot across the room.

You collapsed on the bed, exhausted from hauling boxes into your new dorm. The place you’ll be living for the next school year. “Your mom’s already in the car, said she couldn’t handle this part.”

You sat up and smiled. “Yeah, I don’t know if I can either.”

Your dad chuckled. “Come here kiddo.” You stood up and walked over, your dad pulling you into a warm embrace. “If you need anything, just let us know, we’ll be here faster than you can blink.”

“I’ll be okay,” you whispered.

“And…try to make friends honey. It’s a new place, new people. Get out there, okay? Promise me you won’t just lock yourself in here all the time.”

“I promise,” you pulled away. “I actually have an orientation to get to in about an hour, I’m sure I’ll meet tons of people there.”

“I love you,” he squeezed your shoulders for emphasis. “I know this was hard for you, breakups-”

“Dad I promise I’m fine.” You didn’t want to talk about this at all, let alone with your father.

He stared at you for a while before seemingly giving up. Your dad let out a sigh, “Fine. But if you decide this isn’t for you, if you think college completely sucks I’ll come pick you up in a heartbeat.”

You smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, Dad. Tell Mom I love her.”

“Will do kid,” he ruffled your hair. “Now let me get outta here before I start sobbing.”

You laughed and gave him one last hug before waving him off. You fell onto your bed again and let out a sigh. Across the room stood another bed, empty. For now. You hadn’t met your roommate, and you didn’t really want to. You weren’t in the mood for introductions and small talk. You weren’t even sure if you were up for going to that orientation you’d told your dad about, it was recommended, not mandatory.

There was only one person you wanted to talk to, whose voice you craved to hear. The problem was, it was the one person you couldn’t call.

Columbia definitely wasn’t going how you thought it would.

Your first week flew by, you’d met all of your professors and for the most part, they were all pretty nice. You’d even made some friends; a girl named Marissa and another one named Lola. You’d met them both at the freshman orientation andthey were really sweet. You ended up going after your dad had sent you a little reminder (you wondered if he had known you were lying) and you figured it couldn’t hurt. They were nice enough people and it was good to get to know your peers. Your roommate, Lindsay, had come in on your second day, but apparently, she was dating some dude who owned an apartment right off campus and she spent most of her time there.

Clubs and all different frats and sororities were camping out in little booths all around campus trying to get new members. Seeing the photography club’s booth sent a sharp jab of pain through your heart every time. It was even worse when you realized one of the biggest photography classes was in the building right next to the English building, which is where most of your classes would be taking place. For your whole time there.

It was one day a couple of weeks into your classes, you were exiting a class where you been debating whether it was better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. Some students were talking privately, but the teacher had overheard them and made it a class discussion, exclaiming that she thought it was 'a trendy enough subject to raise engagement and break the ice’.

Then as you stepped out of the doors to your class, a flyer flew in from beside you and landed right at your feet. When you picked it up you realized it was a flyer for the annual photography competition. It was actually a pretty big thing around here and you’d heard a few students talking about it.

You didn’t usually believe in signs but these seemed pretty clear.

Without overthinking it, you pulled out your phone.

hey

saw something abt photography and thought of you lol. how are you hows school so far ?

You bit your lip in anticipation. You weren’t expecting him to reply right away but…you were nervous he might not have even replied at all.

He was the one who’d said maybe no contact for a while might help, but he’d also said you could call him whenever, and he’d be there for you, no matter what.

i was just thinking about you

The words made your heart skip a beat as you saw them sprawled across your screen.

school’s great, still trying to get the hang of things but it’s gotten easier

my roommate’s kinda boring, but maybe that’s for the best. he could be a crazy person

You laughed until another message showed up on your screen.

how’s columbia? is it everything you dreamed it would be?

no of course not. we were supposed to go here together, we were supposed to BE together. i can’t go anywhere without thinking of you and all i want to do is call you and hear your voice and for things to be okay between us again.

But you couldn’t send that.

yeah ! it’s great but like you said, lots of adjusting haha

are you happy?

And you weren’t sure what it was exactly, but something about that text made you tear up. Were you happy? The answer should’ve been an automatic yes, you’d gotten into your dream school after stressing all year about it, you had got the classes you wanted, and everything was seemingly fine. Great even. But you couldn’t shake the hollow emptiness you’d been carrying since graduation.

You’d gotten what you’d wanted, yes. It just wasn’t how you’d imagined it.

yeah i am :)

glad to hear it ace

look ive got to go i have a class starting. talk to you soon

bye pete

bye

It wasn’t normal. At least, it wasn’t your normal and you hated it. But maybe now, it was.

Your heart raced when you saw the notification. You were so close to tapping it, reading the whole thing but you held back. Columbia’s acceptance emails went out today and you and Peter were supposed to open yours together.

You were waiting for him on the fire escape bouncing your leg up and down anxiously. Checking your phone for the time again, you decided you’d just call him.

“Hey Ace,” you heard his voice through the speaker, along with an array of other noises.

“You’re out. Are you out? It’s okay, we can talk later.” You replied quickly.

Peter chuckled on the other end. “No, it’s fine. I’m just swinging.”

You frowned. “I thought we agreed, no swinging and talking. You get too distracted Petey.”

“No you agreed Ace, I just politely listened.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Peter,” you said in a warning tone.

“Sorry, sorry.” He laughed. “I’m on my way.”

“Oh?”

“Duh. I know what today is, I got my notification. I’m almost there.”

“Have you checked?”

“‘Course not Ace,” he chuckled. “Have you?”

“No, no way, of course not.”

“Great, I’ll be there in five.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then,” you pulled the phone away to hang up and you could hear his protesting. Quickly, you yelled into the speaker, “Watch where you’re swinging babe!” And you hit the red button.

He always said he preferred swinging on call with you, but there’d been too many close calls of him almost swinging into a building or in front of a car for you to be okay with it.

Sure enough, in almost exactly five minutes Peter landed on your fire escape, feet on the ground, perfectly contact.

“Good, you're here.” You rushed over and pulled him into a hug, kissing his cheek as he swiped his mask off.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Thank you for waiting Ace, I’m sure it must’ve driven you crazy.”

“No, I’m good.” You said too quickly to sound true.

He laughed. “Okay,” he pulled away and gripped your shoulders. He shook you slightly and grinned. “Let’s do this!”

You sit down on the floor cross-legged and unlock your phone. Peter followed suit as you stared at him. You both pulled up your applications, ready to see the change in your status.

Accepted or denied.

A new door to your future, either opened or slammed in your face.

“Ready?” He asked you gently.

“Yeah, are you?”

He nodded. “Okay on the count of three. One. Two. Three.”

You clicked. You almost didn’t want to read and you were sure if Peter weren’t there you would’ve stalled a little more, but the words were in front of you now.

Dear Y/N Y/L/N,

Congratulations! It is a pleasure for me to inform you that you have been accepted for admission to Columbia College.The faculty and staff would like to commend you on your past accomplishments, which formed the basis of our admission decision in a highly competitive pool of applicants. We look forward to working with you in your future academic endeavors. Please visit the Welcome to Columbia website at:

You stopped reading. Your mouth hung open and you couldn’t believe it. You kept rereading that first sentence over and over as if it would morph before your eyes and call you out for believing it in the first place.

You looked up. Peter had a similarly awestruck expression on his face as he met your eyes.

“What does yours say?”

He laughed. “Nuh-uh. I asked first Ace.”

Silently, you hand him your phone, letting him see for himself because you can't even form the words. You got in.

It didn’t take him long, probably only reading the first few words before he put the phone down and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m so proud of you Ace,” he whispered. “See? I told you you’d get in.”

You squeezed him. “I love you so much Petey, but come on you need to show me yours, s’only fair.”

“Don’t wanna,” he mumbled into your hair.

Your brows furrowed. Why wouldn’t he want to show you? It would only make you happier to read his acceptance letter as well. You pulled away and reached for his phone on the floor. Peter didn’t stop you.

Dear Peter Parker,

The Committee on Admissions has carefully reviewed your application to Columbia University, and we are sorry to inform you that we cannot offer you a place in—

You couldn’t believe it. You read it over and over and over again. Never once in a million years did you think Peter wouldn’t get in. The boy was a fucking genius and you couldn’t believe they would reject him.

“Ace it’s not that big of a deal, honestly-”

“What? Of course it is,” you looked up at him, anger coursing through your veins. “They’re fucking idiots. They’re pieces of shit and this,” you held up his phone, “this is the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever seen.”

He cracked a small smile. “Actually, that’s my phone. With you on the lock screen mind you.”

You weren’t feeling it. “Peter, they suck.”

“Obviously not if they accepted you.”

“Nuh-uh,�� you shook your head quickly. “I don’t wanna go.”

“What?”

“No,” you shook your head some more. “I don’t trust people with such terrible judgment to lead me into my ‘future academic endeavors’. I don’t trust those little shits at all.”

“Ace come on, you don’t mean that.” He gave you a look.

“No, I totally do. Actually, I might just-”

He cut you off, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your mouth. But just as soon as it’d begun, it was over. Peter leaned back, “That always works whenever you’re too worked up.”

“Peter,” you said, and your voice sounded defeated.

“Ace listen to me,” he cupped your face and stared straight into your eyes. “You are going to go to that school, and you’re gonna love it. There is absolutely no way I’m running this for you.”

“You’ll ruin it by not being there,” you mumbled.

“No, I won’t. Because you’re going to be too busy blowing everyone's mind and being the absolute best version of yourself that you can be.”

You laughed softly but it held no humor in it. “But we were supposed to go together.”

“But that shouldn’t stop you from enjoying it without me. So what if I didn’t get in? I applied to other schools, greatschools. And if I really feel like it, I can always transfer, it’s easier that way isn’t it?”

“And what about us?” You bit the inside of your cheek anxiously.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to us Ace,” he smooshed your face making you laugh. “Just because we aren’t going to the same school doesn’t mean we have to break up.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You weren’t aware of just how terrified you’d been for the future of your relationship until he’d said that. You know people had little to no faith in high school relationships but…something was different about you and Peter. You were sure of it. You’d get through this.

You made your way through the halls. You were in an old building, one of the campus’ firsts, and you were on your way to the newsroom. Today was your first official day and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You knew how serious this was, they were the second-oldest college daily paper in the country, and they didn’t just let anyone onto their team. You were ready to prove yourself and prove that you’d be a great addition to the news staff.

Also, you needed something that would get you to stop thinking about Peter. You’d talked a few more times after that first week, and it was always you who initiated your chats. They never went past simple hey’s and how are you’s and then one of you (usually Peter) had to run off. It was so strange for you to think that once you two could’ve talked about nothing and everything for hours and now you could barely get past simple greetings.

You stopped in front of a door, checked the number beside it to make sure you had the right one and took a deep breath before turning the handle.

You heard all the commotion before you saw it, confirming your suspicions that this was the newsroom. Before you, the room was filled with desks, each one supporting its own computer and keyboard, most of them filled. Some desks were neat and tidy, their chairs empty, looking as if they hadn’t been touched. Others were the complete opposite, you couldn’t see the surface of them, they were covered in stacks and stacks of papers, loose pencil shavings, and various other items.

There was a whiteboard on the same side of the wall as the door and it was almost completely covered in lists, locations, and time stops for certain activities. There were copies of different editions of the paper framed and hanging on the wall. You smiled, this was perfect.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and came face to face with a guy who looked to be a couple of years older than you. He had cropped black hair and stubble covering the entire bottom half of his face.

“First day, right?” He asked you.

You nodded quickly and offered him your hand. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

He accepted it and nodded. “Yeah, I remember you Y/L/N, your try-out piece was good. Really good.”

Pride bloomed in your chest and you gave him a smile. “Thanks. Where do you want me?” You gestured at the room.

He narrowed his eyes slightly before giving you the smallest of smiles, a little quirk on the sides of his lips. “Straight to business, I like that. Think we’re gonna get along pretty well Y/L/N, come on.” He started walking you through the room and introducing everyone and their roles. “I’m Brandon, the editor, over there we’ve got our photographers, that girl,” he pointed to a redhead working at her desk, “Alyssa, she’s editor-in-chief. Helps with things I can’t get around to and when there’s an overload of articles, like now.

“It’s not usually this crowded in here, usually the only people always in here are the writers but, you know, start of the school year,” he gestured vaguely, “lots of new editions, things to be sorted.” He stopped in front of one of the desks that looked like it hadn’t been touched. “This is your place. Actually, we already have something for you to work on.”

You sat in your chair and got adjusted. “Great! Anything.”

He smirked. “We need someone to cover the new bathrooms opening near Kent Hall. Good luck,” he tapped your desk before heading off to deal with other things.

You stared for a bit, when you’d said anything that wasn’t really what you meant, but you figured you had to start somewhere.

“Don’t worry,” a voice spoke from beside you and you turned towards him. “They do that to all the newbies, it’s like a right of passage or something. Write the shitty articles for the first few months, prove your worth, or some bullshit like that.” He rolled his eyes and gave you a small. Holding out his hand he said, “James Blake, nice to meet you.”

You returned his smile and shook his hand, “Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you too James.”

He grinned. James was blonde, he had a dazzling smile, and striking green eyes. Honestly, he looked more fit for a magazine cover, not a newsroom. “Well Y/N, I was in your shoes last year. It gets better,” he sent you a wink.

You laughed, “Actually, I don’t mind. I’m just happy to be here.”

“That’s the kinda attitude that’ll make you editor in a few years if you want it,” he clicked his tongue and leaned back in his chair.

You tried not to blush, his gaze was intense and you had a feeling he was trying to gauge what kind of reaction you’d have, though you weren’t sure why. “Right now the only thing I’m worried about are those new bathrooms near Kent.”

James laughed. “Fair enough. If you need anything, I’ll be right here. Don’t be shy to ask for help.” He winked at you again and you thanked him before turning on your computer and getting to work.

Your first day in the newsroom was mostly getting used to everything. The people were cool, you had a great time getting to know them all, and you could definitely see yourself working here for the rest of the year, even longer than you hoped. You’d written down the keynotes for your article and had planned to start working on it later that week after you walked over to Kent Hall and got a look for yourself. It was a lousy topic, sure, but that would stop you from trying your best and proving yourself.

It was true what they said, your first semester does fly by. Or at least that’s what you’d heard and now you understood. It was December now, almost winter break, and you almost couldn’t believe it.

Your first article on the Daily Spectator had gone over pretty well. It was small, practically pointless as it was shoved somewhere in the back where almost no one looks, but Brandon liked that you didn’t just half-ass it and he’d started to (gradually) give you better topics to work on. You were hoping that by the end of the year, you might get your hand on one of the campus hot topics.

You’d gone out a few times, Marissa and Lola from your first week were always inviting you out to different places andyou envied their easygoingness. You’d accepted a few times but you always went home earlier than them, you never seemed to really fit in those places.

Tonight, you were going out with a few of your friends from the newspaper. Over the past couple of months, you quickly became close with some of them, especially Alyssa. Even James, who was an okay guy, if a little cocky, but overall they were all good people.

One of your favorite things about Columbia was its campus and the fact that it was in the city. Walking around now, the snow glittered under all the lights, reminding you of the stars you and Peter used to watch together. You looked up at the empty sky and wondered if he could see any stars where he was now, if they reminded him of you.

You walked into the restaurant and took off your coat. You were wearing a simple sweater dress with a high neck and a pair of ankle boots. You spotted Alyssa sitting at a table waving you over and you smiled as you walked towards her.

“Hey everyone,” you took a seat beside Alyssa. Directly across from you, James shot you a grin.

“Hey Y/N, we’re still waiting on Nikki and Gavin,” Alyssa said. Her phone dinged and she checked it before saying, “That was her, they’ll be here in 5.”

Conversations flowed around the table and soon, Nikki and Gavin arrived. Everyone was laughing and having a great time and when the waiter arrived to take your orders, it took you a second to notice.

“Let me guess your order,” James leaned over the table with a small smile as the waitress started going around the table.

You grinned. “Go ahead.”

“Hmm…” he opened up the menu in front of him and pointed to a listing of words. “Shrimp?”

Laughing, you shook your head. “No.”

“Okay, okay. Are you vegan? Any food allergies I should know about?” He wondered.

“I’m getting the Fettucini Alfredo, what about you?” The way he gasped you thought you’d asked him to take his pants off right then and there.

He shook his head, “I can’t believe you ruined the game. I was supposed to guess Y/N.”

You winced. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright, have you ever tried their steak?” He gave you one of his infamous smiles, “It’s great.”

“No actually, I haven’t been here before.”

“Really? Alright wait,” he held up a hand and turned his head. You hadn’t even realized the waitress had gotten to you. “I’ll have the ribeye, medium rare. And same for her,” he pointed towards you.

You stared as the waitress turned toward you. “Any sides?”

“Um, the seasoned fries with a cherry coke please.” You weren’t really sure what to order anymore, James had just completely thrown you off.

When the waitress finished up and walked away to hand your orders in, James turned toward you again. “You’re gonna love it, you’ll see.”

Jokes were shared around the whole table throughout the whole dinner and you were glad you got to have a night like this before finals week. James kept asking what you thought about the steak and while you didn’t hate it, you didn’t love it either. It wasn’t what you had wanted. But you didn’t want to hurt his feelings so you smiled and told him it was great.

By the end of the night, you were stuffed and ready to go home. “You sure you don’t wanna join? Nikki said she hooked up with one of the security guards once and she thinks she could get us into the VIP section.” You had just finished paying for your food and Alyssa was currently trying to convince you to head over to some club with them. And you might’ve been tempted if your phone hadn’t just buzzed in your hands. When you looked down you saw that it was a message. From Peter.

Your heart fluttered in your chest. He texted you.

“Sorry Lyss, I’m not up for it,” you made a face, “I’m pretty sure I’m about to start my period and I’m feeling a little off.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the complete truth.

She nodded in understanding. She pulled you in for a hug, “Alright, well if you need anything, let me know. And if you change your mind, the address was sent in the group chat.”

You smiled at her when you pulled away. Alyssa had the sweetest soul of anyone you’d met and you were glad to call her a friend. “I will thank you, and that goes for you too. If you need a ride or anything, let me know and I’ll come pick you up. And turn on your location.”

“Already done,” she grinned. You returned the grin and said your last goodbyes to everyone before making your way to the door, you were itching to step outside and open your phone. But instead, a hand gripped your shoulder. You turned around to see James smirking as he looked at you.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked.

You nodded, “Not really up for clubbing tonight, but you guys have fun!” You made to pull away but he held you back.

“You sure,” he furrowed his brows, “it’s not that late. If you come, you don’t even have to stay long.”

Smiling, you nodded again. “Yeah, I’m sure. Thanks for asking though.”

“Anytime,” he shot you another grin but…it wasn’t quite right. He still looked handsome as ever, sure, but if you didn’t know any better you’d think he looked a little disappointed. “Well, have a good night Y/N.”

“You too James, bye.” You waved at him and walked out the door without looking back. As soon as you were out the door, your phone was opened and in your messages app, opening you and Peter’s chat.

hey ace, how’ve you been?

hey pete <3 i’ve been good, just finished dinner with some friends. what about you ?

that’s nice I hope you had a good time.

i’m good thanks.

actually i wanted to ask what your plans for winter break are

nothing actually, you ?

i’m coming back home and i was wondering if i could see you

Your heart almost stopped. He wanted to see you.

You tried not to get your hopes up, it probably meant nothing. Obviously, you were still friends, or friendly, and maybe he just wanted to catch up. You could only share so much over text. Or maybe….maybe he’s been missing you just as much as you’ve been missing him and he’s realized all this was a big dumb mistake.

Maybe you were getting your hopes up.

i’d love that

when do you get here ?

You two stayed texting back and forth your whole walk home. He sent you a picture of his ticket and told you he and May would love to have you over the next day. You couldn’t fight the giddy smile that took over your face. You were ecstatic he reached out to you and you realized your texts together had probably been off because he was nervous. You knew how anxious he could get sometimes, and you hoped you could resolve that when you saw each other.

You settled in your dorm that night with your heart full and your face lit up. You hadn’t felt this overjoyed in a long time. You wondered what made him bite the bullet and ask, but you could ask him that when you see him. God, you were gonnasee him. This was all you’d been wanting since the summer and now the opportunity just fell into your lap.

You sat on your bed and fell asleep staring out the window with a smile on your face.

Graduation was right around the corner. The last week of school was a blur. Everyone was throwing parties, teachers were cutting you extra slack, and people who’d never hung out once in the four years they went to school together were all over each other now. It was sweet in a way. As much as you’d all complained and whined about everything, there was a sense of familiarity here, with each other, a community that was coming to an end and it was nice seeing people try to savor it while they could.

Peter had gotten into Duke. You were beyond excited and proud of him and you knew he was excited as well. But you couldn’t help the tiniest part of your brain that selfishly wondered what that meant for you. And honestly, you were scared to ask.

Peter hadn’t brought up anything about your relationship changing or anything else of the sort, so you thought he’d come to the same conclusion you had; you were going to try to do long distance.

Sure, it might be hard but honestly, it was better for you than the alternative, which was ending things. You would definitely choose long-distance over that. So you tried not to worry too much, he was probably thinking exactly like you.

You were sat in a booth at an ice cream parlor with MJ and Ned sitting across from you, and Peter beside you, arm slung over your shoulder. He’d been acting a little weird lately and you hoped this would help cheer him up, it was probably all those end-of-the-year jitters. You were all laughing together, going over all your (least) favorite memories from school.

“Who remembers when Flash brought all those stink sprays to school?” Peter said.

“Oh my god,” Ned started in his seat. “Some kid tripped over his backpack in fifth period and set them all off! The whole class smelled so bad they made us evacuate!”

Everyone cracked up but Ned wasn’t having it. He shook his head quickly, brows furrowed in confusion. “Why are you laughing? It’s not funny! I smelled so bad my mom wouldn’t let me in the house, she made me rinse with the hose in our front yard!”

That just made you all laugh even harder. “Oh my god,” you wheezed out. “I can’t breathe.”

MJ reached across the table and grabbed your hand. Looking you dead in the face with a serious expression she said, “Breathe girl.”

The whole table roared with laughter again. “Why did he have all those bottles of stink spray anyway?” wondered MJ.

“Knowing Flash he probably thought it was cologne,” grumbled Peter, making you laugh again.

Once you’d quieted down Ned leaned back in his spot and sighed. “I’m really gonna miss this.”

You looked around, trying to fully take in this moment. You had no doubt you would all manage to stay in touch but when was the next time you would all be hanging out like this? MJ was headed to Sarah Lawrence, Ned was going to MIT, you (of course) were going to Columbia, and Peter was going to Duke. Five hundred miles away from where you were going to be. 8 hours 27 minutes and 36 seconds.

Sure in the grand scheme of things, you were all still relatively close to each other but…you’d have separate lives. For so long your lives were so intertwined with each other’s and now, you’d have to fight to keep that connection otherwiseyou’d lose it. You reached under the table and grabbed Peter’s free hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You would fight.

Peter squeezed your hand and you leaned in closer to him. “I’m gonna miss it too,” he said in a soft voice.

“Not me, I can’t fucking wait to get out of there. You guys keep talking though.” MJ said straight-faced making you giggle. You were thankful for her brutal honesty cause you were pretty sure if the conversation kept going in the other direction, it would end with you crying, and you didn’t want that.

The group of you finished your ice cream while talking, got even more ice cream, talked some more, and suddenly you could see the sun setting outside.

“Holy fuck,” you muttered, shoveling a spoon of double chocolate chip into your mouth. “I really thought we’ve only been here for five minutes.”

“Well, now we know what you need to work on before college, Y/N. Your time awareness, we’ve been here for hours.” MJ smirked.

You all laughed except Peter, who squeezed your shoulder and frowned. “She doesn’t need to work on anything, she’sperfect.”

You smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek, “Thank you, Petey.”

He grinned cheekily at you, “Anytime, Ace.”

Mj rolled her eyes and cut you off with a loud groan. “Oh. My. God. We get it, you are disgustingly in love.” But you didn’t miss the small smile gracing her face.

“You’ll live,” you deadpanned.

She grumbled something you couldn’t make out but before you could ask her what it was, Ned’s phone started ringing. He picked it up and answered.

“Hey mom…already? But…” his voice quieted down. “Ok, ok I’m sorry. Yes, ma’am. Bye.”

He hung up and you were all quiet for a moment before he said, “I changed my mind, I’m so ready for college.”

He dropped his head into his hands, grumbling about something like it’s not funny! while you all laughed. Finally, he stood up. “I actually really do have to go though.”

You all stood up as well, saying your goodbyes. “Yeah I think we should get going too, what do you think?” Peter asked you.

You nodded as you pulled away from your hug with Ned. “I still need to pick up my cap and gown from the dry cleaners.”

Ned nodded, “I got mine earlier today.” You high-fived him and he walked over to Peter and you watched as they did their complicated handshake. They’d claimed otherwise when you’d said exactly that, stating it was just advanced, which you’d said was just geek for complicated.

You snorted as they did their little finger guns. “Dorks,” you muttered. But you loved it.

“You can say that again,” MJ agreed, and you knew she loved it too. Staring at her for a few seconds, you launched at her with your arms open and pulled her into a tight hug. She tensed up right away. “I know of your aversion to physical touch, but right now I don’t care,” you murmured, “you’re my best friend and I love you.”

To your surprise, she relaxed into your hold and even hugged you back. “I know I give you a lot of shit,” she whispered back, “but I love you too. All of you. And I’m gonna miss you like crazy.”

“We’re definitely gonna hang out, like all the time, don’t even worry about it.” You reassured her. It was already a pain that Peter would be so far away, you weren’t going to take your closer friends for granted.

She hugged you tighter, “I’m gonna hold you to that Y/L/N.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Jones,” you pulled away and gave her a wicked grin which she returned. Peter approached the two of you, placing a hand on your shoulder he said, “Ned just left.”

“Bye Parker,” she held out a closed fist for him to bump with his, “you’re pretty decent. She bumps you up to Okay.” She nodded towards you which made you blow her a kiss.

Peter chuckled as he fist-bumped her. “Thanks, MJ, I actually think you’re pretty great.”

She nodded, “Yeah, whatever. Still pretty decent.” She moved past you guys and waved as she exited through the door.

Peter sighed and leaned his head over to press a kiss to your hairline. “Hey,” you started, “at least you're ‘pretty decent’ Ifeel like it could’ve been worse.”

“That’s actually exactly what I was thinking,” he said as the two of you walked out of the ice cream shop. You laughed and leaned in closer to him. “I’m not ‘pretty decent’ to you am I?”

You looked up at him seriously, “Do you think I’d be here right now if you were?”

Peter laughed and you could see those crinkles around his eyes that you loved so much. You always measured how good your jokes were by how deep they were and right now, they were pretty deep.

He squeezed your shoulder, “Whatcha staring at Ace?”

You shook your head, “Nothing, you’re just really pretty Peter Parker.”

You could see him blush out of the corner of your eye and it made you smirk. He smiled again, deep and beautiful as ever, and the crinkles were back. “I think you’re prettier Ace.”

Shaking your head, you smiled, “Not a chance pretty boy, you’ve got me beat.”

Peter’s face turned beet red at the nickname and you knew you won. “Hey,” he said in a voice that let you know he was trying to change the subject, “you what you said to MJ back there? Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“Well, you told her she’s your best friend.”

“Okay…” you trailed off as you weren’t quite sure what he was trying to get at.

“Well, I thought I was your best friend.” That made you smile, but when you looked up at him again he was doing the opposite and you just wanted to kiss it away.

“Petey,” you said softly. You would’ve laughed if he hadn’t genuinely looked so dejected. “You are my best friend and so is she. It’s like how Ned is your best friend, but that doesn’t mean I’m not your best friend too. I think a person can have more than one best friend.”

He frowned and it was obvious your answer didn’t appease him. “Ned is not my best friend.”

Your mouth fell open. “What?! Of course, he is Peter, what are you talking about?”

He shook his head, “But he doesn’t outrank you. He’s my friend but you’re more.”

Now it was your turn to frown, “Outrank? This isn’t a competition sweetie. Where’s this coming from?”

He sighed and paused his walking. You leaned in and pressed a palm to the side of his face. “Peter,” you pressed in a gentle voice.

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to your palm before sighing again. “I’m sorry, that was stupid, it didn’t even make sense. It’s just…everything is changing, y’know? And I’m scared. ”

Your heart twisted. “I know Pete, it is scary. But we still have each other, this doesn’t have to change anything. I’ll always be here for you no matter what, no matter how far away you are. Plus, we still have all summer before we have to worry about that.” You gave him a small smile. Peter stared at you for a moment and the silence made you anxious. His eyes looked sad like he was already saying goodbye. Finally, he leaned in and kissed your forehead.

"Promise me no matter what, you'll remember I'll always be your friend."

Your brows furrowed but you agreed. "Of course, I promise."

He blew out a long breath and pulled you into a hug, “I love you, Ace. Always.”

“I love you too Peter.”

Today was the day.

Today was the day that the past twelve years of your life had led to. All those sleepless nights, insanely late nights, hours upon hours spent hunched over books and worksheets and essays. This is what they were for.

You had woken up early to get ready, but also because you couldn’t sleep you were too excited. You had already done your hair and makeup and were scrolling on your phone until it was time to get dressed when a message from Peter popped up on your screen.

morning ace ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

MORNING !!!!!!!

excited huh?

SUPER !!!!!

i love you

cant wait to see you

The plan was for Peter and May to come over and take photos before you all left for the actual ceremony.

I LOVE YOU MORE XOXO

literally, what are you waiting for come over right now

way ahead of you

Right after you read the text there was a tap on your window, making you jump in surprise. You rushed over and pushed it open, letting him in.

“Hey Ace,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“That was quick,” you replied.

He sat on your bed and patted the spot next to him signaling for you to sit as well. Taking up the spot beside him, you grinned at him and leaned in to pinch his cheeks. “What’s wrong Petey? Aren’t you happy you’re graduating?”

He smiled but his eyes didn’t crinkle like they normally do. “Hey,” you pressed with a gentler voice, “sweetie is something wrong? You can tell me.”

He blew out a breath and fell back onto your sheets. “I don’t know how.”

You played on your stomach and propped yourself up on your elbows, “That’s okay, we can figure that out together,” you ran a hand through his hair, admiring the softness of his curls. You always liked it like this, and when he got it cut, he’d started to keep it a little longer than he used to because he knew you liked it.

He looked up at you and you realized how tired his eyes looked, he must’ve been spending more time on patrol lately. You made a mental note to make sure he spent the rest of the summer sleeping well.

“How did I get so lucky to have you?” He murmured and you felt your face heat up at his words.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “wished upon a star maybe?”

He grinned. “Maybe, because there's no way you’re not magical.”

You matched his expression as you leaned down and pecked his lips softly. When you moved to pull away his lips chased yours, refusing to let you go that simply.

Somehow, you don’t even remember how, you’d moved and suddenly you were straddling his hips and his hands cupped your ass. You moved one of your hands up to his hair, letting your fingers slightly tug at his curls, making him groan into your mouth.

You could feel his hands gently pulling you down and you obliged, grinding on him as your lips attacked each other. All of a sudden, those same hands on you were being used to flip you over and the next thing you knew, Peter was towering over you, panting, lips plump and red, face flushed, and eyes hazy.

You pulled him back down but there was a knock at your door, making you both jump. Quickly, you held up a finger to Peter’s lips, making sure he didn’t make a sound.

“Y/N honey, are you up?”

“Yes Mom!”

“Alright, well get dressed and come out for some breakfast, we’re gonna need to leave soon.”

“Okay I’ll be right out.” You waited until you heard her footsteps retreating before you moved your finger. “Sorry about that.” You whispered.

“It’s fine Ace,” he smiled and leaned down to press kisses all over your face and neck. You giggled but then remembered he came over for a reason.

Pulling him back by the hair, “Wait, Pete, what was it you wanted to tell me?”

He stared at you in shock, as if he couldn’t believe you remembered. “No um, actually, it can wait. Go eat breakfast,” he kissed right beneath your ear, “I’ll see you in a little bit.”

You grabbed him and pulled him in for one more long kiss. “I love you,” you smiled sweetly at him, “and I’m so proud of you.”

He stared at you for a moment before he grabbed both your hands in his, “I love you so much Ace, and I need you to know that please.” His expression was almost pained, as if the thought of you doubting him for even a second caused physical hurt.

“Of course I know that Pete,” you frowned slightly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” He smiled. Or tried to smile, because once again those crinkles beside his eyes that you loved so much weren’t there, and you had a feeling there was something he wasn’t telling you. But you trusted him, if there wassomething that needed to be said, he would’ve said it.

“Okay,” you leaned in and kissed him, “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye Ace,” he said and walked to the window before crawling on the wall. The first time you’d seen him pull out that trick you’d told him he looked like a lizard.

Finishing getting dressed, you stepped out to have a quick breakfast so you could see Peter faster. Soon, Peter and May were in your apartment and she and your parents were all fawning over the two of you. Peter had given her his camera and she was on picture duty for the day since he would be occupied.

“Okay enough,” you said, taking off your cap and situating your hair. “It’s graduation you guys, not prom. Enough with the poses.”

“Oh, we all remember that,” Peter rolled his eyes making you smirk. The three of them had driven you guys insane with all the poses, the fussing, your dad’s jokes. And you and Peter had surely antagonized them to no end, rolling your eyes and grumbling. It was almost like being split into teams, sometimes, and you found it disgustingly cute how May got along so well with your parents and you and Peter always had each other’s backs.

“We should probably get going, we don’t want to be late,” your mom spoke up and you shot her a grateful look.

Peter looked at you. “You’re riding with me?”

Grinning, you answered, “Duh. I’ve got the playlist completely ready.”

He beamed at you and held out a hand, “Let’s go graduate Ace.” You took his hand and shot a smile over your shoulder towards the rest of your group. “See you!”

“Be safe!” You heard your Mom yell at the same time May said, “Drive carefully Pete!” But you and Peter were bounding down the stairs, your faces lit up like the 4th of July.

“Do you have the keys?” You asked him once you stepped out the door of the building. He smirked at you, “I thought we get there another way,” he flexed his wrists.

“Absolutely not, Peter.” You backed away from him, “Possibly the worst time to swing anywhere.”

He laughed and grabbed your hand, pulling you into his hold, “Relax Ace, I was only joking.” He fished out the keys to May’s car from his pocket and waved them in front of you. “I can’t wait to hear your playlist.” He dropped to give you a kiss before leading you to the passenger’s side door and opening it for you.

“Good,” you smiled as you pulled your seatbelt on and reached for the aux cord. “‘Cause I’ve been working on this for weeks.”

Peter just smiled from beside you and started up the car as you pulled up your playlist. “Okay, I know this probably fits more for after graduation, but I’ve been dying to play it so we’re listening to it now and on the ride home,” you informed him before pressing play on ‘The Spins’ by Mac Miller.

“Whatever you want Ace,” he said as he placed his hand on the head of your seat, turned his head, and turned the wheel as he backed out. Blood rushed to your face as he pulled the car out of its designated parking spot. “But I wanna hear that One Republic song.”

You knew which one he meant. “Already in the playlist and cued up to play next pretty boy.”

He smiled softly and shot you a look from the corner of his eye, “You’re absolutely perfect, y’know that Ace?” Reaching over the center console, he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers.

You lifted your enjoined hands and pressed a kiss to his. “I know, and you’re not too bad yourself Peter Parker.”

He squeezed your hand and held it tight for the rest of the ride as you sang your heart out as if he was scared that when he let go, he wouldn’t have the privilege anymore.

When you arrived at the school, Peter rushed out to open your door and the two of walked hand in hand to the auditorium where all the students were to be gathered until they walked out to the football field where the ceremony was being held.

Entering the auditorium, the place was flooding with students and as soon as you saw MJ you were flying out of Peter’s grip and pulling her into another big hug.

“There’s gonna be a lot of these,” you warned her.

“You wouldn’t be you if there weren’t,” she remarked but held you just as tight.

The two of you took a seat over by the chairs while Ned and Peter hung out closer to the doors. As you were talking with MJ you noticed that it looked like they were in a deep, heated conversation and…were you crazy or did Ned keep glancing at you?

“Any idea what they’re up to?” You nudged MJ and jutted your chin in their direction.

“Probably talking about how their bromance will make it through thick and thin,” she rolled her eyes but when she noticed you still staring confusedly in their direction she placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Relax Y/N, really, I’m sure it’s fine.”

You could’ve mentioned how Peter had been acting weird for weeks now, that he always seemed to be in a different placelike something constantly plagued his mind. You were sure if anyone had noticed it would’ve been MJ since there was no one you knew who was quite as observant as her. You could’ve mentioned these things and tried to gauge her opinion on it, but just as you were contemplating whether or not you should, your principal walked in and started guiding you all to the doors. It was time.

As students began filing out into the hallways, it was hard to keep track of anyone in the wide array of blue caps and gowns. You had a funny thought of how it kind of looked like a tsunami.

You needed to find Peter and wish him luck one last time, the poor boy had been basically losing his mind for the past few weeks leading up to today and you wanted to make sure he was alright. Standing on your tiptoes looking around while everyone moved ahead, you finally spotted him.

Shoving your way through the bodies you made your way right beside him. “Hey!”

He jumped a little, looking paler than he did before and your heart deflated seeing how affected he was by today. “God, Ace. Scared me.”

“All those super senses and for what? Anyway, listen,” you placed your hand on your shoulder and pushed him so the two of you were to the side of the hallway and the rest of the line moved freely.

“Peter, are you okay?” You asked in a more serious voice, hoping he would just come out and tell you what had been bothering him.

You had no idea why but his face got even whiter. “What do you mean? I’m fine.” He chuckled nervously.

You sighed and gave him a big hug. “It’s gonna be fine Pete, pretty soon we’re gonna be high school graduates driving home.” You grinned up at him.

He tried to reciprocate, he really did, but you could see the strain on his face while he did, which only tugged on your heart more.

“I know Ace,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “come on, we have to take our seats soon, I don’t want you getting in trouble.”

You wanted to make a joke about how you weren’t sure you could even get in trouble anymore, but it felt like the wrong time. As the two of you walked onto the field, you kept looking up at him but he wouldn’t meet your eyes. You couldn’t wait for this to just be over so you could get your Peter back.

There was a stage set up at the head of the field, with chairs flanking each end and a podium in the middle. The stage faced all the chairs for the graduating students, which is where you would be in a minute, and the bleachers, which werebehind them, were where all the friends and family were sitting.

Peter walked you to your assigned seat and you pulled him into one last hug, “I’m proud of you Petey.”

He squeezed you so tight you wondered if he knew you’d be seeing each other right after this ceremony. “I’m prouder than you’ll ever know Ace.”

You waved him off with a smile on your face as he made his way through the crowd. You took a deep breath as you sat down, in a few minutes, your principal was up there giving some speech that you zoned out of in favor of finding your friends in the mass of blue all around you.

You found MJ with no problem and she flipped you off as soon as she caught your eyes, and you gave her heart hands and a cheesy grin in return. Ned wasn’t far from her and you gave a little wave which he returned with a sad half-smile. Weird…but it was Ned so you didn’t take it to heart.

When you saw Peter he was already gazing at you with an unreadable expression. Hoping to ease him up a little, you sent a storm of air kisses and you watched as he laughed and pretended to catch them all.

Pretty soon they were calling the names. You clapped for everyone, cheering a little for kids you were closer with, but going all out for your closest friends.

When MJ was called up you were hollering like a maniac, smashing your hands together as hard as you could. When it was Ned’s turn you whistled as loud as you could and when Peter was called up, you jumped up, lifted your hands over your head, and screamed.

You watched his knowing smile as he made his way across the stage, he’d heard you, and after he’d trapped his diplomahe caught you staring and mouthed an ‘I love you’. You smiled happily as you blew him more air kisses.

You didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed at all. Everyone was going the extra mile to cheer on their friends and whileyou might’ve tried to be less obnoxious on any other occasion, it was your graduation and Peter deserved some obnoxious cheering for how much he’d been stressing lately.

When it was your turn the cheering was returned tenfold. Peter, Ned, MJ, and all your other friends were clapping and yelling for you. You spotted your parents sitting with May in the back and you waved to the three of them excitedly. You heard Peter give an extremely loud whistle as you grabbed your diploma and shook hands with your teacher, which made you grin absurdly. By the time you made it back to your seat your face hurt from smiling so much.

You were buzzing with excitement as you waited for it all to be over so you could go and celebrate with everyone. It seemed like a lifetime till you heard the huge “Congratulations!’ on the speakers and everyone was standing up and throwing their caps into the air.

The atmosphere was amazing, everyone was buzzing with an energy different than you’d ever felt before and you knew right then, you’d always look back fondly at this moment right now.

MJ was beside you in an instant and you almost burst into tears at the fact that she was the one to hug you this time. “You were taking too long,” she mumbled and you felt a few tears slip out.

Soon Ned and Peter were on the two of you and you shoved into a big group hug, which had MJ rolling her eyes. “I only wanted her,” she stated, but you knew that wasn’t true.

You slipped out when you noticed Ned and MJ congratulating each other and took that as your chance to tackle Peter in a huge bear hug.

“You finally did it!” You laughed, arms hooked around his neck as he lifted you slightly.

“We did it, Ace,” he said and you almost melted into a puddle right then when you pulled away and noticed he was smiling. The crinkles were back.

But they didn’t last long.

The two of you made your way over to where your parents and May were awaiting you and they all pulled you into a fierce hug. Your mom was a mess and you tried to calm her down telling her if she didn’t stop, you’d be crying right beside her. Your dad was a little more composed but you could still see the emotion on his face. “I’m really proud of you kiddo.” He mumbled as he held you tight.

“Thank you, Dad,” you sniffled a little. You were barely out of that when May was crushing you with her arms, making you laugh. She was always good at that, cheering you up.

“I can’t believe you just graduated high school!” She said in disbelief. “I know,” you replied equally as confused.

Laughing, she pulled you in tighter and pulled Peter in as well. When you looked up at him he looked a little green in the face, making worry flood through you completely. What could it possibly be now? You had yourself convinced, and he did too, that it was just nerves about graduation, that the celebration was reminding him of the reality of growing up and your lives truly starting was hitting him a little harder. You thought that once it happened he’d relax a little and give himself a little time to breathe. Apparently not.

You pulled him away once you weren’t out of May’s grasp and she was talking with your parents. “Peter,” you whispered, your voice filled with worry for him, “you have to tell me what’s going on.”

“Yeah,” he croaked, eyes turning slightly red which didn’t help your anxiety at all. You watched as he stared past you andwhen you followed his trail of sight, you saw May staring at the two of you with a solemn expression.

Oh no.

You knew in your heart what was about to happen, and yet you wished with everything in you that it wouldn’t.

“Come on,” he mumbled, grabbing your hand and leading you back towards the school. You followed him wordlessly as he opened the door and pulled back into the halls, the same halls you had comforted him just a bit ago, before the two of you had officially graduated you realized.

“Peter,” you repeated, a little breathless this time because no, there was no way. He couldn’t be doing this right now, not…not after everything.

“Ace,” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, looking away.

“Peter,” you repeated but your voice was harder this time, letting him know that you were done with him beating around the bush. If he was going to do this, he could come right out and say it.

“I leave in 2 days,” he said quickly. It felt like a slap to the face.

“What do you mean?” Your brain couldn’t comprehend what he was saying.

He continued as if he hadn’t heard your question, avoiding your eyes as he did so. “Well technically I leave tomorrow, but I arrive the day after so…? I’m not really sure what—”

“Peter!”

He sighed and grabbed your hands, looking you in the face. “Ace, I am so sorry, like so, so, sorry. I wanted to tell you sooner I really did, and I tried! But every time it felt like it would just ruin everything and I couldn’t, I couldn’t ruin it, so I waited and—”

“Peter I swear to god if you don’t tell me exactly what the fuck you're talking about I will leave your fucking imprint on one of these lockers.”

You watched him gulp and you felt a strange sort of satisfaction seeing how you scared him. “I’m leaving,” he said in a quieter tone. “I got accepted into one of Duke's scientific summer programs and I leave tomorrow.”

It felt like a fucking punch to the gut.

“What program,” you said in disbelief, your mind reeling with all this information. “You never said anything about a program.” You looked up at him with a hurt expression.

“Ace, you’ve got to believe me when I tell you I thought I had no fucking shot getting in, I mean,” he squeezed your hands as he spoke, “really. You should see how exclusive these things are. I wasn’t even going to apply but the dude who gave me my tour around campus convinced me, and then I forgot about it until I got the email, and—”

You shook your head quickly, trying to comprehend everything. “Wait but your tour was months ago.” You looked up at him. “When did you find out you got in?”

His eyes widened and your heart fell at the realization that he’d been keeping this from you for so long. When he didn’t answer you pushed “When Peter?”

“Not that long, I promise, probably a few weeks but I just—it’s been driving me crazy how to bring this up. There was no right time, I mean, I didn’t want to do it before graduation—”

“Well how thoughtful of you to wait till right after,” you snapped back. “No, really, didn’t even give me a chance to get out of the cap and gown!” You pulled away from him and scoffed, not wanting to be anywhere near him.

“Come on Ace, please,” he pleaded, and you dropped your head into your hands. You didn’t want to cry, today was supposed to be a happy day, and it had been! Before all this.

“When do you leave?” You whispered. You were sure he’d mentioned it but you were also sure your head wasn’t working right.

“Tomorrow. At night,” he spoke in an equally quiet voice, as if the softer the sound waves, the softer the blow they would deliver. That wasn’t true.

You held back a sob.

“When do you get back?” An equally important question.

“I…I don’t. The program ends as soon as school starts…May’s shipping my things there.”

It felt as if he was physically tearing your heart out of your chest and stomping on it.

One day. All this time you’d been shoving away dealing with the reality of the situation because you wanted to be able to enjoy your summer, because you believed you still had summer left together and now he was taking that from you. It didn’t even feel like he had pulled the rug out from under your feet it felt as if he had shattered the whole ground.

“Congratulations Peter,” you said sincerely. This was breaking your heart but deny that this was an amazing opportunity. If anyone in the world deserved it, it would be him.

“Ace wait,” he moved in front of you, grabbing your chin and lifting it so you had to see his sad face. You wished he hadn’t, you didn’t want to watch him cry. “Please don’t be upset, I won't be able to go if you're mad at me.”

“Well I am upset Peter! Not that you got in, I’m so excited for you, but you didn’t tell me, and you leave tomorrow!” Your voice broke and you could stop the tears as they flooded your eyes and streamed down your face. How could this be happening? Everything was perfect and now this?

Peter pulled you into his arms, “Please don’t cry Ace,” he begged, which in turn only made you sob harder. “I’m so sorry, so sorry,” he murmured as he kissed the side of your head.

“But this isn’t forever. I’m going to come back and I’m going to find you,” he pulled away and held you by the shoulders, making sure you were looking at him, “You’re the only person I want Ace, you’re the love of my life. And I don’t want to hold you back from the amazing life you're going to start at Columbia, I can’t have you going to your dream school with one foot out the door,

“We’re going to grow and learn, and I might not be there for all of it, but we’re going to be together eventually because I want you. This is just goodbye for now.”

You closed your eyes and savored his words. You wanted nothing more than to believe every syllable.

“Promise?”

“Of course Ace.”

And maybe if you hadn’t been such a fool in love, maybe if you hadn’t been so desperate to hang on to anything that promised the two of you would find each other again, you would’ve known promises like that were rarely lived up to.

hey, sorry but i can’t make it back for winter break. weather issues :(

Your heart fell.

You were so looking forward to this, seeing him again, spending time with him and May, for things to feel like they were, even if it were for a brief moment.

You took a deep breath and stared at the two presents on your nightstand. No point in them now. You had gotten the message earlier this morning, around when he was supposed to board, but your phone had been dead.

that really sucks pete, im so sorry

maybe next time <3

He didn’t respond, the only indication you had that he’d even seen it was the little read receipt at the bottom of your text, glaring at you mockingly. You remembered sometime last year when he’d confessed you were the only person he turned them on for.

“Wait why me?”

“You can’t seriously be asking that Ace.”

“Well…I am asking.”

“Because I love you, duh.”

He hadn’t turned them off. You wondered what that meant.

You knew you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up, knew you shouldn’t have gotten so damn excited, but…god, you really thought things were going to change.

But he had still wanted to see you, he’d still asked you to come over, and it wasn’t his fault his flight got delayed. Talking yourself up a little, you put on your shoes and coat. Grabbing your phone and the presents, you left your dorm. You were going back home, you could drop off the presents at May’s, stop by and see your parents, maybe call Peter if he was feeling up to it, let him know you really had wanted to see him and you were sorry you couldn’t.

It was cold outside and you could see your breath fogging up before you as you walked, but not of it even so much as fazed you. Hope was a beautiful thing, it could change lives, and it was so, so important. Hope was going to be what got you through this time without Peter, and it was going to be the thing that brought you back together.

Because you believed. You believed him back on graduation. You believed that that hadn’t been the end of your story, itcouldn’t have been. You believed when he said he’d come back for you, that you were the only person he wanted, because you felt the same. And…maybe right now he physically couldn’t but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. You believed andyou hoped. With your whole heart you—

You stopped in your tracks. It felt like your breath was snatched from your lungs and was being held just above your head, so you couldn’t reach it no matter how hard you jumped. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Because when you turned the corner, you saw Peter walking down the street beside his Aunt, laughing like he hadn’t justcompletely shattered your heart.

What?

You scurried backward, still unable to catch your breath but thankfully aware enough to make sure you got out of the way before either of them could spot you.

Leaning against the wall of the building behind you, you finally let out a breath, watching silently as it floated and then dissipated before you. He was here…

And he didn’t want to see you.

You tried to rationalize it as you looked around, it was clearly snowing, and it was getting thicker by the hour. So it wasn’t far-fetched that his flight really was canceled, plus he had sent you that message earlier this morning, so it was equally possible that he might’ve boarded after all, or found another flight altogether.

And maybe through all that commotion, he had forgotten to update you. Highly unlikely since you’d never known Peter to forget anything, especially when it came to you. But…you’d also never known Peter to lie, not without good reason at least, like about being Spider-Man, or that time Ned got him a birthday gift he didn’t really like, but said he loved it anyway, or any other time he’d lied for the sake of either keeping someone safe, either emotionally, physically, or both.

He didn’t tell you, and it hurt. But something deep inside you trusted him. Maybe it was naive, maybe it was wishful thinking and nothing more but you knew Peter. You’d know him his whole life and never once would you think he purposefully did something to hurt you, hurt your feelings, or anyone’s actually.

Looking down at the wrapped-up present you held, your heart tugged a little. You’d gotten him a Lego set, it was a Map of the Constellations Lego set and it was customizable, so you’d made sure it had all of the ones he’s taught you about. The ones you’d stayed staring at for hours on that hill, talking about everything. It even came with customizable Lego people, which you’d made look like you and Peter (or as much like you as you could with Lego bits), and a little telescope.

You felt like a total idiot.

You could’ve gone anyway, could’ve walked right up those stairs, could’ve said you were there to visit your parents andPeter wasn’t the only thing waiting for you here. But while you may have been feeling idiotic, you weren’t a completeidiot. You knew when you were unwanted. Even if he had just forgotten, if he really wanted you there, he would’ve remembered. And he didn’t.

You were tired when you got back to your dorm. Dropping off the presents, (Peter’s going under the bed, you didn’t want to see it at all, and May’s going on your desk. You’d take it with you when you went to exchange gifts with your parents). It was empty and you were thankful that Lindsay wasn’t there. She was a sweet girl, very bubbly, and you could definitelysee the two of you being friends if you ever got to spend more time with her, but for tonight, you just wanted to be alone.

The end of your bed was against a window and you were grateful for it. Ever since things went south with Peter, you ended most nights sitting at the window. You didn’t know what it was, but you always found yourself looking up at the sky. Maybe it was the fact that anytime you needed him, he would be out your window in minutes, if not seconds. It could be that the sky always reminded you of him. But you figured the simplest answer was probably the right one. You missed him.

It didn’t matter which window, it didn’t matter where you were, sometimes in certain buildings you could barely see the sky. Most times, you couldn’t see any stars at all. Almost every time. But it didn’t matter. Without fail, every night youwould look out the window.

Maybe you’d see him swinging around, maybe you’d catch a glimpse of those stars you both had loved so much. You weren’t really sure what you were waiting to catch. You silently hoped the silence on both ends meant nothing and he still felt the same. You hoped he meant what he’d said to you all those months ago, that he really would come back and find you. Even more, you hoped that what had happened that night was a dumb mistake, or at the very least had a solid excuse to back it up. You knew teenage romances were almost always doomed, but isn’t that why you’d broken things off? So you both could grow, and earn perspective, learn more about yourselves, and when you met again, you’d share everything you’d learned. Every new experience that had ultimately led to the reunion of the two of you. You could handle this for now, the not being together, if it meant you could have him later. That all this waiting and hoping wasn’t for nothing. You had to hope that even though you were leading different lives, in different galaxies, you both clung to the same dreams, otherwise you’d already lost him.

You supposed that’s what you sought comfort in every night. You’d look up at the sky and know it was the same one that blanketed him, wherever he was. You shared the moon, the stars, and your hearts.

You were always a dreamer, a hoper. So without fail, every night, you’d turn on your lamp and sit by the window.

read part 3 here!

‘seasonal' taglist: @keira-kaz2y5 @imafangirlofeverything

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ohmymets · 3 months ago

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if you are emotionally invested in this mets team...

So grateful I got to hear this live last night, from Howie Rose (listen here):

"If you are emotionally invested in this Mets team, and you're sad right now, It's certainly understandable. But I promise you that won't take long to wear off if it ends here, because once the immediate disappointment if they don't pull off some kind of magical comeback here wears off, you'll realize what an incredible ride this team took you for this year.

"Started out 0-5, showed some signs of life, before they fell to 11 games under the .500 mark and a lot of people had them written off right there. And so, when you're lying around during the offseason, anticipating the next one, and you think about what the 2024 Mets were all about, you won't be able to keep yourself from smiling. Remember the talk over the winter? Transitional year, they're punting on the season, well they've kicked all the way to the 6th game of the National League championship series.

"And I'll say this, on a personal level, I was 15 years old when they won the 1969 world series. That's 55 years ago, so you can do the math yourself. But I'll just say this about the 2024 New York Mets. They have made this 70 year old feel 15 all over again."

when Jeff McNeil got an RBI in the 9th:

"It's poetic, isn't it? Somehow, that the Mets, even if they don't pull the Houdini act of all time off, they're just not going quietly."

#mets #new york mets #lgm #howie rose #omg #grimace #playoff pumpkin #turns out there's plenty of crying in baseball

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bugsbenefit · 2 years ago

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i need to complain about this version of the official s2 map floating around online because it's just so wrong??? and i keep seeing people trying to use it as a reference when there's so many Glaring problems with it

this one

for clarifications, the map itself is from the show, however, this specific version has had a Redditor adding location markers that are so egregiously wrong it hurts my map enthusiast heart

1) the "Junkyard" isn't where it's marked here? at all???? i genuinely want to know what whoever did this was on. because for a) the actual location of the Junkyard is Marked on the map, you just have to read it. sadly i can't show it to you on this map bc it's in the cropped off area north of the Wheeler and Sinclair homes. great job Mr Redditor. also b) the place the Redditor chose to place the Junkyard is Right Next To Loch Nora. you know, the wealthiest neighbourhood in Hakwins? like, if you had to pick any location for the junkyard besides it's real location... this is the worst place to put it. it'd literally be one street junction away from Loch Nora (and Yes, Loch Nora is actually labeled on the map, again, i don't think the Redditor actually read the map)

2) the "Byers" home is not there either??? Will got taken on his way home, who in their right mind put Will's home on a road he would pass long before he actually fell off his bike? 0 thought went into this

3) the "Van flipped" thing is absolute bullshit too. no it did not happen halfway across town from the Wheeler's. the party left the Wheeler's home and then traveled to the Junkyard north of their house to hide in the empty bus. the Van was flipped in the same culdesac neighbourhood the Wheeler's live in, the party never left the North East corner of the map during that whole chase

4) "Melvald's" is just... wow. canonically it's next to the library. the library is southeastish on the map and a labeled location. how the Redditor convinced themselves it was halfway across town when we see the location for 3 seasons is beyond me (actually it isn't. there's a street called Melvald boulevard where they marked the store. they obviously just didn't read it right again and used 0 common sense so they just assumed it was the store instead of a street)

5) the "Wheeler's and Sinclair's" homes are too far north and too far apart. Lucas and Mike are neighbours for one. and secondly, Maple Street starts a lot further south than the Redditor seems to realize i guess

6) and Hopper's Cabin, the Harrington's, Hargrove's, Henderson's, and Mr Clarke's are literally just guesses. we have no addresses for most of these locations, and for the one's we do, the street names aren't on the map. the Redditor literally just guessed here but still put them on the map like there is even a smidge of canon suggesting they're there

i know this is ranty but this map is genuinely so frustrating to me. it's been on Reddit for ages and so many people use it as orientation or for fics etc, when it's one of the most outlandishly wrong maps i've seen in a while. like, so wrong that even thinking about it logically for a second makes the map fall apart

genuinely my worst enemy, i want to fight this Redditor, my map lover heart is bleeding

also if anyone is looking for an actually canon compliant version of this map, i do have one (at least with every one of my choices on where to place things explained so there's no painfully wrong and completely unjustified claims in there)

#stranger things #byler #just because of the fic aspect #because i've seen so many authors ask for maps and only get that godawful reddit map in return

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iheartchv · 2 years ago

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Hey Can You Do A Vampire Leo x F!Reader But In Bayverse And With Prompts And Can You Do A 🍋 For It Too

123. “Don’t hold back.” 58. Turtle bedroom 89. Mating season 112. Biting/marking 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 96. Making out 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” 142. “Bite me.” 5. “MINE.” and Turning into a vampire

Alrighty 😊👍

Sorry if anything is too similar to past requests or messy. Running out of ideas and trying to come up with a plot got me like:

Prompts(c) @turtle-babe83

⚠️Leo and Reader are 18+; this was written by an adult for adults. No one under 18 allowed⚠️

A/N: *you have a crush on Leo after being friends for so long, already know about him and his family and them being vampires*

You walked into the lair in the dead of night. You don't know why, you just woke up suddenly from a dream and had to go see Leo. Thinking about it now made your heart race. There was kissing, heavy petting, and caressing, and then it turned into something.... more intimate. It felt like he was calling you. He made your body ache with a burning desire. Truth be told, you wanted him.

You stopped at his door. Your heart continued to pound. You then heard a sound coming from the other side that made you knock.

"Leo?"

You waited before knocking again. It was silent now.

"Leo, are you alright?"

You opened the door and saw Leo sitting on his bed, breathing heavily. His eyes were closed tight, like he was trying to stay in deep meditation. But then his cerulean eyes snapped open and he turned to look at you.

"You shouldn't have come, Y/N."

"I just wanted to see you. I don't know, I had this dream about you and just... got this feeling that I needed to come to you."

He didn't realize that his thoughts could reach you. He stilled and a moment of silence fell before he asked you to close his door. You did as he asked of you and stood there in the middle of the room. There was some sort of tension in the air, because the look he gave you sent shivers through your body, similar to what happened in your dream.

"The dream you had... wasn't a dream. They were... my thoughts, and your conscious picked up on them. Kinda like how telepathy works, or so Donnie has said."

He stood up and made his way to you. His hand cupped your cheek and you just seemed to melt into his touch. His arms wrapped around you. Your body grew warmer with each passing second.

"Leo, I-"

You were cut off by Leo smashing his lips into yours. It caught you by surprise. You tried pushing away from him. You moved your head to one side, tearing his lips away from yours. The kiss took your breath away.

"What're you doing?"

"Claiming what's mine.”

His voice at the end sounded like a growl. You never heard him sound so predatory before. You pushed out of his embrace. "I don't belong to you," you replied, looking away and feeling your cheeks heat up. You knew you were lying to him and yourself.

"Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.”

You could hear the smile in his voice. He knew your every thought. Damn him for being a vampire, and a ninja on top of that! Nothing could be hidden from him.

“Bite me.”

Leo raised an eye ridge at you. "Oh, I will, don't worry about that~" he seductively implied. He pulled you back into him and took your mouth with his again, gently biting your lower lip and then soothing it with his tongue. Oh, he was teasing you, and no doubt he knew you wanted him. You opened your mouth and let him taste you; your body was acting on its own, following an instinct as old as time.

You could feel your lower stomach heat up, his kiss sending shocks through your whole being and leaving tingles in your most intimate places. You couldn't hold back your moans anymore. A bubbling heat grew in your belly and spread through your veins like fire. He then turned you around and pressed your backside against him, and you felt the hard bulge in his pants pressed into you. His hands traveled all over you, making his way to the place that ached for him. He gently rubbed your covered sex, feeling your panties getting damp.

"Leo~ Mmmmm~"

"You're going to have to use your words"

You whimpered as a shockwave of pleasure shook you. "More~"

His snout nudged and brushed down the side of y/n's neck, and then gave a slow long lick along her beating pulse. He knew what she wanted the moment she walked into the lair. He could smell her arousal, and that awoke the animal side of him as well as the part of him that lusted for blood.

"Before we get to that, there's something I promised to do first."

His hot breath fanned over you. Your knees felt like they were going to buckle under you. You gasped as tiny jolts made your body start to squirm.

"MINE. You're mine."

Leo tried not to hurt you as his fangs pierced your skin, marking you. It was painful at first but then it subsided to pleasure as his wrapped his lips around the puncture wound and sucked the streams of blood that flowed. You cried out in pure bliss as you unexpectedly came. Your left arm reached around to hold onto the back of his neck as you rode your orgasm, and then your world slowly turned black.

💙💙💙💙

You woke up to find yourself in Leo's arms. You stretched to get your body fully awake. He stared at you with a dark desire. You couldn't help but to shiver.

"How are you feeling? You've been out for a while."

"I feel... alright.... except for being a little horny, maybe," you sheepishly said. Your eyes drifted to his cock, already at full mast. Your lower regions tightened again. You slowly let you hand snake down to trace and feel how big and hard he was. You did this to him...

Now that you were a vampire, Leo could mate you like he wanted: hard and deep. His churs sounded like a growl vibrating from his chest. "Y/N?"

"Yes?"

“Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?”

"I have an idea, but... show me anyway?" you smirked.

He smirked back and rolled you onto your back, kissing you so hungrily. He was careful not to fully put his weight on you as he wanted to feel your soft curves against him. He did what it took to pull out every gasp and moan from you. As soon as he got you both completely naked, he placed a pillow underneath you, angling you more upward.

He spread your thighs apart. Below him was such a beautiful sight: you with stained cheeks, eyes glazed, your pussy glistening for him. He wanted to have a taste of you before mating you. His tongue pressed and licked slow, long and firm up your slickness.

You squirmed under his mouth. "Leoooo, don't tease me~~" you gasped and tried to buck your hips into his mouth. Your womanhood twitched. Your body shook as lust clouded any sane part of your mind. All you could think about was having Leo.

While he talked dirty things in your ear he slowly slid himself in your entrance. "I'm gonna claim all of you, and fill you with so much cum it'll be dripping out of you for days." he ended with a soft sultry voice. You shivered in wicked delight. You felt him stretching you to your limits. His breathing hitched as he inched deeper inside you. When he filled you to the hilt, thats when the fun began.

The movement of his hips would probably left you bruised. The sensations flooding you was unlike anything you ever felt. It was almost overwhelming, but of course if you were human, you probably wouldn't survive this mating dance. You could tell he was trying to hold back

“Don’t hold back. ....Please!~" you cried and whimpered as you neared your climax. The head of his cock hit your cervix over and over. His hands held your hips tightly as he rocked into you faster and harder. So much pleasure washed over you wave by wave that all you could do was grip the sheets underneath you and ride it out.

You both chased your release. Anyone could've heard your moans of ecstasy, but you didn't care about that at the moment. You cried out his name as every muscle clenched. This was the most intense orgasm you've ever had.

Leo followed not too behind, and roared and groaned as he filled you with his seed, and didnt stop thrusting into you until every last drop was spilled into your womb and filled your core. Now covered in sweat, you both lay with limbs tangled, bodies still together. You giggled softly.

"What? What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing, just that..." you took an inhale, letting him know how good you felt and good everything was. "I've never felt so relaxed, and... I just feel like I'm floating on air."

He softly chuckled and kissed your forehead. "Me, too, y/n." He felt content... for now.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #leo #leonardo #ask #request #vampire #vampire leo #smut #lemon

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cyberdenizen · 6 months ago

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THE CHRISTMAS WISH

This story can be found as a dedicated page on my blog: Here

This story features a number of kinks, primarily: CNC

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As the sun set on Christmas Eve, Aurora glanced out the foggy window. Snowfall, like the party she arrived at mere moments ago, had just begun. But as she watched the frozen flakes drift along in the wind, her mind drifted all the same. As she slipped into a daze, her thoughts sank away.

A hand on her shoulder, snapping her back. She jolted, finding that she had been biting her lip, feeling spacey, as if her blood was lighter than normal, and as she spun around, she could feel the dampness between her legs. “You good, Aura? C'mon, everyone’s here, let’s get you a drink.” Francis’ voice was soothing, but Aurora couldn’t help but think about how pretty the snowflakes were as they danced downward. The image persisted through the night… She yearned to return to it… But the group of friends called for her, anchored her in reality. And so the party went on.

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We all have our own traditions during the holiday season, and there’s no exceptions for Aurora and her friends. Every year since middle school, without fail, the group of eight would spend the evening before Christmas all together. Drinking, gossiping, exchanging gifts… And at the end of the night, come midnight, making their “Christmas Wishes”.

It was cheesy, sure, and not too dissimilar from a New Years resolution, but it was their tradition. At the stroke of midnight, they would all write down their one wish on a strip of paper, fold it up, and throw each into the fireplace to burn to ashes… or at least, normally they would. This year’s host had no fireplace, and so there was no fire.

As the party went on, the merriment only grew with each drink. And with each drink, Aurora felt herself slipping back to the swirling snow out the window. Stories were shared. Gifts were exchanged. Midnight approached as swiftly as the snow fell.

And so midnight came, and eight friends sat round the table, heads down as if taking an exam, scrawling their annual wish with haste so that no other might glimpse the words being written. “How will we burn them this year?” One chimed out. Another voice was quick to reply, “I’m sure more than one of us has a lighter, right? Just put them in a bowl and use that!” At least 5 lighters were placed on the table, a moment of brief laughter ensued, but Aurora’s mind was drifting once more, glancing out the window, watching the snow flutter about, helpless to the guidance of the wind.

As the group all wrote out their wishes, Aurora found herself unsure of what to wish for. She somewhat joking scrawled “I want to be railed like a mindless whore,” mind still thinking on how drenched she felt when she came to after her first journey into the snowy static of the winter void. Quickly she scratched out that line, knowing that may be one of her heart’s desires, but not wish-worthy by any means. Following the marked out phrase came another now, “Watch the sunrise on a fresh snowbank.” She pondered this wish momentarily, but found it lacking, and so, it too was crossed out, though not as rushed as the first. Finally, the papers were being collected, and when the collector, Francis, made his way to her, he cleared his throat, shook the bowl holding 7 folded notes, and began flicking his lighter on and off with impatience.

“FRANKY! DON’T PEEK!” Aurora squealed playfully, playing off that a wish won’t come true if someone else reads it, but truly fearing he might see the first note she jotted down. Francis reached for the note, “Will you stop calling me that, we’re not kids anymore! Now come on, we’re all waiting.”

And so it came that Aurora quickly scribbled down one last wish… “I wish for a white Christmas, filled with friends a-” The paper was snatched from her mid letter, her wish cut short. “Time’s up!” A multitude of voices rang in near-harmony. More laughter ensued, no one expecting such a synchronous chime of finality.

The lighter flicked on in Francis’ hand. A crumpled note touched the flame, and dropped to the pile of neatly folded wishes below. As stark white paper turned to ash, the cleanup began, and within the hour, Aurora found herself in her own bed, mind still adrift, the feeling only aided by the drinks she partook in. Darkness flooded her mind, and sleep overtook her body.

A buzzing!

Aurora’s eyes flickered to life, her phone lit the room in a pale blue light. A text, an unknown sender, “Fresh snow lay on the hill you once rode your sleigh. Go now, dress and depart, and bare witness to an Earth-born star-field come sun’s rise.” She read it again, trying to make sense of it, trying to figure out who sent it. She checked the time… 4am…

Deep down, Aurora knew the text was from one of her close friends, and so, she slid out of her pyjamas, donned a warmer outfit, and affixed her scarf and coat. With gloves and earmuffs on, she softly closed the apartment door behind her, and skulked down the stairs and out to the street.

Twenty minutes passed and she found herself, at last, in the park she frequented in her childhood. Before her stood a mighty hill… or… well she could have sworn it was as tall as a mountain when she was a kid. Upward she trudged, to the peak of the snow-covered hill.

There wasn’t a sound. No wind. No chatter. No cars. There was only darkness. Fading moonlight just before dawn.

The snow crunched under her as she shifted, checking her phone. Just past 4:30… facing East… ready for the sunrise. Aurora slid her phone back into her pocket, and heard the crunch of fresh snow behind her. She swiftly spun around, but no one was there. Confused, she turned back, only to see a figure, covered completely by warming winter gear. She jolted, just as she did when a hand was placed on her shoulder as the night began.

“You know, you don’t have to be so cryptic… and why’d you mask your number when you texted me?” No response… “Come on… What’s up? Did you just need to spend more time with me after the party?!” Aurora teased. Still no response… “Say something, won’t yo-” And just like her wish, her words were cut short.

A gloved hand on her throat, piercing eyes before her, and still not a word. Within moments, Aurora found herself laying face down in the fresh snow, her heart racing, her outfit in shambles. Jacket pulled open, top ripped, bra un-clipped… Boots forced off, pants yanked to her ankles, panties aside. She was cold… so cold… as she felt herself being violated.

The throbbing tip of a warm cock pressed deep inside her dripping slit. As she moaned, she found her face forced back into the freezing snow. Her skin was freezing, but all she felt was heat.

Whimpering, she found her hair wrapped around a no-longer-gloved hand, head pulled back. She watched the snowflakes flutter, guided by the gentle breeze, then pulled rapidly in another direction by wind. Helpless snowflakes, forced to take the path the wind demanded… She could feel warm cum filling her, the tip of the masked man pressed against her cervix. And just when she thought “it’s over…”, as that throbbing cock pulled from her, she found a new sensation. He wasn’t done… no, he was forcing his cock, lubricated with her own desire and his cum, into her tight ass. And as tears dripped down her cheeks, she moaned, gasping with pain and pleasure.

The hand unknown shifted now, to her chin, forcing her to look outward. “Look there” a familiar voice finally rang out. And Aurora found the field of snow before her glistening like the brightest star-field as the sun rose over the horizon. She whimpered, she cried, and she found herself flipped over onto her back.

As cum dripped down from both her holes, she opened her eyes wide, seeing the masked figure had taken off his mask. The face of Francis leaned over her, kissing her passionately.

As he pulled her up off the ground, he handed her a slip of paper… her wish… “Thought I’d do you a favor and make all three come true.” Aurora couldn’t even recall what it was she wrote, but in unfolding the paper slipped into her fingers, she realized… “H…HEY! You only gave me two!” She jested, already forgetting how forceful he had been with her. “Eh? What, two holes dripping with cum on Christmas morning sounds like a white Christmas filled with friends to me.” Francis gripper her chin as he spoke these words, kissing her once more. “Why don’t you be a good little whore and clean off my cock, Aura? Then I’ll take you home, you can be my Christmas gift this year.” “God you’re such a pervert, Franky” Aurora replied, already on her knees with a smile. “I love you, you dumb bitch, but don’t call me that.” Franky replied, rolling his eyes. “Sorry, Master, your dumb bitch doesn’t know any better.” She said before cupping his balls firmly. Francis jolted, just as he had made her prior. She couldn’t help but giggle before tasting her own desperation off his still throbbing cock.

“A wish come true” Aurora thought to herself, head bobbing passionately. She stopped for a moment and looked up with a smile, “So… how do we tell everyone else about us… dating?” she giggled childishly.

#cyberneticdreamscape #cyber.txt #cyber.stories #cnc kink #rough cnc #cnc free use #r@pecock #r@pe k!nk #bd/sm kink #corruption kink

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masterofd1saster · 6 months ago

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CJ current events 11jul24

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Alec Baldwin shooting Hutchins to death trial

Alec Baldwin’s wife, Hilaria, came out to support her husband at a Santa Fe courthouse Tuesday for the start of his involuntary manslaughter trial in the death of “Rust” cinematographer Halyna Hutchins. The couple arrived in separate black SUVs, with the “30 Rock” star seen on video stepping out of the second vehicle with his attorney in tow.*** Tuesday marks the start of the jury selection process in Santa Fe. The case, which is expected to last 10 days, will be livestreamed on Court TV following the jury selection, with opening statements set to begin as soon as Wednesday.***

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Baldwin's high risk production

(NewsNation) — A veteran armorer who turned down a job on Alec Baldwin’s “Rust” movie said there were red flags about the production that caused him to back out even as he was packing to go to the set.*** The schedule would have given him ten days to prepare for a western full of shooting scenes, a job Zoromski said usually requires a minimum of five weeks of preparation. “So I felt that they were being extremely loose and rather cavalier with cementing this position on the crew,” he said. Zoromski said he voiced those concerns and requested a staff of five trained gunsmiths and armorers. He said the production team agreed, but right before he left for the airport, he got an email. “They had made the decision to reduce my staff to three, and they let me know that, you know, please be aware that this is a low-budget, ambitious production,” he said. “At that point, I felt that our entire negotiation fell apart due to bad faith. The clothes were in the suitcase. This is how close I came.” Zoromski decided to decline the job, and in his response, he warned the team about the risk they were taking.*** He also said it was a red flag that Baldwin was handed the gun by the film’s assistant director and not Gutierrez-Reed herself. “If Mr. Baldwin is a seasoned actor, he should have refused that from anyone other than the armorer,” Zoromski said. As the actor and producer on the film, Zoromski said he believes Baldwin knew corners were being cut. He also thinks the actor would have known about his reasons for turning down the job. “He is a producer. He’s an executive producer. He’s the star of the movie. So regardless of whether he was a laissez-faire or a hands-off producer, he would have been advised of all of those personnel changes. And he was more than likely notified that I did not take the job as well.”***

https://www.newsnationnow.com/crime/veteran-armorer-turned-down-rust-job/

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Carjacker shot outside Justice Sotomayor's residence

A deputy US Marshal shot a suspected carjacker who pulled a gun on two marshals guarding Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor’s home in Washington, DC, officials said. The deputies were parked outside Sotomayor’s home in northwest DC on July 5 when Kentrell Flowers, 18, allegedly walked up to one of their cars around 1:15 a.m. and pointed a gun at the bodyguard, the US Marshals Service told The Post.***

Flowers was treated for non-life threatening injuries.

Does that pistol look like something Flowers bought at Cabela's?

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That's a lot of lead

The East Lake neighborhood in Birmingham, Alabama recorded >2,000 shots in 2023. Some of this is clearly a broken windows problem.

*** The mayor also mentioned authorities will focus on combating prostitution, illegal dumping and drug dealing in the neighborhood. East Lake residents were concerned to hear the number of shots, but say they are not surprised. Robin Willis describes the area as a war zone. She says she takes extra precautions in her daily life, such as not leaving her house at night, due to criminal activity and gun violence. “You can’t just live and say, I’m perfectly fine or it just doesn’t bother me, you have to be safe,” Willis said.

https://www.cbs42.com/news/in-2023-over-2000-gunshots-were-recorded-in-birminghams-east-lake-neighborhood/

Take care of the little problems before they become big.

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Why do people hate lawyers?

In 1982, pastor Robert Morris was a 21-year-old husband and father who traveled the country telling young people about Jesus. Cindy Clemishire was a 12-year-old girl who dressed in flowery pink pajamas and still liked to play with Barbie dolls.***

He repeatedly molested the 12-year-old girl.

But 25 years later, when Clemishire hired an attorney and threatened to sue Morris, accusing him of repeatedly molesting her as a child, a lawyer representing Morris responded by blaming Clemishire for what happened to her, according to 2007 correspondence obtained by NBC News. “It was your client,” wrote lawyer J. Shelby Sharpe, referring to Clemishire at age 12, “who initiated inappropriate behavior by coming into my client’s bedroom and getting in bed with him, which my client should not have allowed to happen.”***

Clemishire went public with her accusations last month in a post published by the church watchdog site The Wartburg Watch. Morris responded with a statement admitting to “inappropriate sexual behavior” and saying he had long ago confessed and repented. Gateway Church leaders initially said Morris had been “open and forthright about a moral failure he had over 35 years ago” but later said they did not know Clemishire was a child at the time. Within days, Morris resigned as senior pastor of the megachurch he started in 2000, and Gateway elders hired an outside law firm to investigate the matter.***

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Oakland descending into Oaklandness

Leighton Woodhouse notes

OAKLAND, California — Around 4:30 a.m. on July 5, dozens of people broke through the front door of a 76 gas station mini-mart near Oakland’s international airport. For about 40 minutes, the mob casually looted tens of thousands of dollars of merchandise and stole $22,000 in cash from the ATM. The sole employee working the window ran away, called the police, and was told to file an online report. It reportedly took cops nine hours to finally arrive on the scene.

Earlier, on Juneteenth, 14 people were shot and injured in a gunfight by Lake Merritt, Oakland’s equivalent of Central Park. One of the victims was walking toward a Korean restaurant when a man strode up and shot him in the hand and in each thigh for no apparent reason. As the victim lay bleeding on the sidewalk, another stranger stole his phone. Over a six-day period in late June and early July, thirteen elderly Asians were robbed and attacked on the street outside their senior living facility just north of Lake Merritt. The president of the building’s resident council believes the real number was more than double that when accounting for victims who did not file a police report. Then, last week, a viral video showed a man who was recently released from prison brutally beating and robbing two Asian women, one of them elderly.

Oakland has a long history of crime, but residents say there’s something sinister about this current wave. The past several months alone have been so chaotic that community organizer Seneca Scott, who has lived here for 12 years and is also a Free Press contributor, declared on X on July 7 that “Oakland has fallen.”*** “There’s this sense of lawlessness,” LeRonne Armstrong, the city’s former police chief who was fired last year by the mayor and is now running for city council, told me. “This sense of, we can do whatever, there really aren’t any consequences—almost like a video game, like Grand Theft Auto or something.”

Even the nonviolent crimes reflect that video game–like absurdity. In January, about two blocks away from the 76 station, thieves hooked an outdoor Bank of America ATM to a van, tore it from the wall, and dragged it down the street. It was the second ATM in the area to be stolen just that morning. About three blocks away is a shuttered In-N-Out Burger. In March, the restaurant became the first the company has ever closed after customers and staff were subjected to a relentless barrage of car break-ins, thefts, and robberies. Across town, in the tony neighborhood of Rockridge, a liquor store was burglarized four times by thieves ramming cars through its glass front doors, a method that has become increasingly common in the Bay Area. *** Last year, a local survey showed that 92 percent of Oakland businesses don’t bother reporting crimes, for a simple reason: it makes almost no difference.

A report published in February showed the Oakland Police Department had a case clearance rate of 1.5 percent for serious criminal offenses in 2022, and just 6.5 percent for violent crimes. In other words, there’s a 93.5 percent chance you’ll get away with attacking someone in Oakland, and a 98.5 percent chance you’ll get away with a crime like burglarizing a store or stealing a car. When it takes days to get the most routine response, it leads to a sense of impunity. Many victims and witnesses don’t even get far enough to file a police report, since it can be a challenge to get through to a 911 dispatcher in the first place. Oakland has the slowest 911 response time in the state and is at risk of being referred to the state attorney general over the problem. *** The abysmal understaffing of the Oakland Police Department is a function of two stubborn and related realities: the city council is ideologically committed to reducing the role of the police, and new police officers are reluctant to work for the city. ***

What’s more, the city’s police force has been under federal oversight for more than two decades. This federal monitoring has created a culture of passivity within the force, as officers are more likely to be scrutinized for acting—rather than failing to act—in the field. Under the federal monitor, “officers are being disciplined for very minor mistakes,” said Armstrong, the former police chief. “So they adopt a risk-averse approach. Doing less is safer, career-wise.” Add to that a district attorney, Pamela Price, who ran on the promise of prosecuting more officers, and “why even bother to do your job?” wondered Oakland Report’s Gardner. The result of all this has been creeping anarchy, which has turned the city into a magnet for crime tourism. Oakland’s free-for-all is now attracting criminals from outside the city, Armstrong told me, because they know they can get away with it.***

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Laws Of Love - Chapter 2: Glowing Amidst The Dark

Fandom: Jericho.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Bill Koehler x Female Reader.

Type: 5-chapter fanfiction.

Summary: Having to deal with the end of the world is not easy. But it gets even worse when you also have to start dealing with your own feelings. Bill Koehler’s life takes a changing turn when a newcomer arrives in Jericho, and he soon comes to realize the day she walked into his home also marked the day the bomb in his heart went off.

Chronology: Season 1.

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"Hmm..."

I groaned slightly as I turned around on my bed. Despite the exhaustion I was feeling, I opened my eyes gently as rays of sunshine were piercing through the curtains of the window. Rising into a sitting position, I yawned while stretching my arms out. I looked around my new bedroom and my eyes fell on the boxes I had brought with me. The previous night, Bill had helped me unfold the couch that was in the room into a bed, and he had also brought in a small wardrobe for me to store my belongings and clothes; or at least, what was left of them. However, I had not felt like unpacking the night before, so my stuff was still packed inside the two cardboard boxes, sitting on the floor near the wardrobe.

I got up, my feet meeting with the cool wooden flooring, and walked out of my room while rubbing my eyes. I took a look at the clock hung on one of the hallway walls and saw the hands had just hit 9 AM.

"Oh, Christ..." I sighed while grabbing my forehead.

I made my way downstairs, deducing Bill was already gone and out of the house, given the time. Once on the first floor, I indeed saw no sign of him, nor heard any sound, meaning I was left home alone.

"I guess it's not too late to eat breakfast..." I thought aloud as I walked towards the kitchen.

I began thinking about what I could make myself, wondering what to borrow from Bill's kitchen. But once I stepped into the room, my attention was instead diverted to a piece of paper set on the counter, purposefully positioned in a way making it visible to anyone walking in. I picked it up and read it out loud.

"[Y/N],

Considering everything you had to go through yesterday, I figured you must be tired, so I let you sleep and decided not to wake you up before I left. Don't hesitate to make yourself at home while I'm away and help yourself to some food in the kitchen if you're hungry.

P.S. I stumbled upon the spare front door key I mentioned yesterday while going through some things this morning, so you're free to take it with you. Oh, and I've headed out to City Hall to try and see what we can do about this EMP situation. You can find me there in case you need anything."

I rubbed my eyes once more as I bit my bottom lip lightly.

"Right, the EMP incident..."

The night before, the rumble and shaking Bill and I had felt were caused by missiles being launched above the town, and it had soon been followed by an EMP that hit the entirety of Jericho: in an instant, the electromagnetic pulse had disabled any and all electronic devices.

Waking up in the aftermath of such a thing, the town's got to be all turned upside down, I thought.

I started walking around the kitchen while thinking again about the events of the previous day, when I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

"Wait a minute..."

I leaned against the counter, looking down.

"With the EMP... All clocks have stopped... So the time displayed on the one Bill has can't be right."

Walking out of the kitchen, I decided to go check it again: climbing up the stairs, I saw the clock hands had not moved an inch since I had woken up, and I immediately felt like the biggest of idiots.

"The EMP happened at 9:02 PM, so the clock is now stuck on this time..." I said lowly while facepalming. "... I mistook PM for AM."

Looking back up at the clock, I started tapping the heel of my right foot on the floor.

"God... How am I gonna be able to tell what time it is, now?"

Hearing myself say those words, a sudden thought crossed my mind, and I felt my expression change in an instant. I headed to my room and opened one of my two boxes to dig out a small case made of metal, before unlocking it with a click. Inside was an analog watch, entirely mechanical, and just as I had theorized, it was still functional, even after the EMP. I extracted it out of its case and tied it around my right wrist, then took a look at it to see the time: the hands read past 10 AM, which made me sigh once more.

"Great, even worse."

Seeing how late it was, I gave up on the idea of breakfast and instead decided to get ready for the day. I first headed to the bathroom to take a shower, since Bill had shown me how it worked the night before. I stepped in but realized I had nothing to wash myself with, since it had all burned down with the rest of my house; with no other option coming to mind, I decided to borrow Bill's body wash and shampoo.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind... probably."

After I was done washing myself, I headed to my bedroom and changed into new clothes, the least messy ones I had left. I then took care of emptying both of my boxes and storing the last of my belongings in my wardrobe, ordering them properly. After that, I stepped into the hallway and leaned against one of the walls; looking around me, at the 'mess' Bill was ashamed of, an idea crossed my mind as I smirked. I began a hunt for cleaning tools around the house, and eventually found some supplies stored in one corner of the bathroom, as well as in a few cupboards in the kitchen. Gathering everything I had found, I did some sweeping and cleaning, starting with the bathroom, then moving onto the hallway itself. After having finished with the hallway on the second floor, I took a break to catch my breath and admired the shiny floor.

"Well, it sure is much better already." I said as I brushed my hands off my clothes.

I turned around and looked at Bill's closed bedroom door, before my eyes moved to the door of his office. I lowered my gaze to the floor as I grabbed hold of the mop next to me.

I need to respect his privacy... Never mind cleaning those rooms.

Looking back up, I glanced at the inside of my bedroom and quickly concluded there was not much for me to clean in there, so I moved on to the first floor. I spent the rest of my morning cleaning the living room, after which I took care of the kitchen: reordering some things and cleaning off dusty spots, I did my best to make the first floor look as good as possible. In the kitchen, I did the dishes, cleaned the cupboards, took out the trash, and much more. After my work was finally done, I sat down on one of the dining chairs and exhaled deeply, giving myself a short rest.

"I can't wait for Bill to come back home and see what has become of his kitchen." I smiled while looking around.

But as my eyes swept across the room, I noticed I had forgotten to clean off the counter; getting back on my feet, I grabbed a sponge and a dish towel, then made my way to it. But as I was about to sweep it clean, I once again came across the note Bill had left me earlier. Reading it a second time, I picked up on his handwriting and thought it looked a little messy, although somewhat cute. Looking at the spare key set next to the sheet of paper, I could not help but smile.

"Bill is so considerate..."

I felt my cheeks redden slightly as I grabbed the key and put it in my back pocket, along with the note itself. I took a look at my watch and cracked a smile seeing the time, before putting the cleaning supplies away and back where I had found them. Going back into the kitchen, I decided to prepare sandwiches, for both Bill and I. Using every ingredient I could find in his cupboards, I made two of my signature sandwiches, then packed them in small paper bags; the bags in hand, I gathered my things and headed out of the house, closing and locking the front door behind me. I drove all the way to City Hall, the sandwiches tightly secured on the passenger seat, then parked next to Bill's car. I pushed the door to the police station open, still carrying the lunch bags: wearing my usual smile, I scanned the area until I spotted him in one corner of the room, seemingly busy working on paperwork, a pen in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other. My smile unconsciously widened as I made my way toward him.

"Oh, deputy Koehler!"

He rose his head from the pile of paper he had his nose buried in, and a slight expression of surprise appeared on his face, mixed with one of joy. He got up from his chair and walked up to me.

"Please, call me Bill. We do live under the same roof, now, after all."

Before he had time to add anything, Jimmy, who was near us and had overheard our conversation, walked past us while giving us suggestive looks. Bill stayed silent, but I could feel that he wanted to tell him something. He turned back to face me after Jimmy had left and shook his head with a short smile.

"And, frankly, even if we weren't, I'd still tell you the same thing. In this town, everyone knows each other and all you hear are first names."

He stopped talking to rest his elbow on the front desk counter, a slight smile on his face.

"If you want to blend in and no longer be seen as a newcomer, I'd recommend you start doing the same."

I chuckled a little and nodded while smiling.

"Alright, you got it... Bill."

I spotted his eyes looking down at my hands, as he saw I was holding something.

"Hey, what's that you've got with you?"

I looked down at the bags myself with a warm smile.

"Well, when I saw the time, and I saw you weren't making your way back home for lunch, I started thinking you were probably too busy to even take a break, then I theorized that you've probably been skipping meals since the bombings happened, what with all the work you and the other deputies have, so I thought I'd take care of it for you."

I raised my bags onto the counter and he looked at them with an expression I had trouble deciphering.

"[Y/N]... It's very kind of you, you didn't have to..."

"Well, I wouldn't want my guardian angel to start starving." I chuckled.

He scoffed lightly as a touch of blush appeared on his cheeks. I rested both of my elbows on the counter and looked at him closer.

"People are relying on you a lot these days, Bill. You told me that yourself yesterday. And you're right. So don't push it too hard and think of taking care of yourself, alright? I don't even want to imagine what the town would look like if you were to fall sick tomorrow and strip it of one of its only remaining deputies."

Keeping his head lowered, with his look directed at the ground, it was clear my small speech had moved him a little, so I gave him a soft elbow push, which made him look at me: I sent a smile his way, which he quickly adopted as well.

"Now come on, let's eat." I said with a sign of the head. "I'm starving."

We grabbed our bags and headed for a free desk for us to sit down and eat together.

"What, you didn't eat breakfast this morning?"

"Well, I woke up after 10, I felt it was too late for breakfast."

Bill was about to unpack his sandwich when he suddenly stopped and looked at me, slightly puzzled.

"How did you know what time it was?"

I raised my right hand and rested it on the table for him to see.

"I looked at the clock hung in your hallway at first, but when I remembered they had all stopped working, I also remembered something else." I said as I looked down at my watch. "This watch was... somewhat of a gift, that I've kept as a memento for quite some time, now. But I've never really worn it before."

I looked back up at him.

"However, I recalled it was an analog watch, entirely mechanical, and these are usually assembled in a way that allows them to survive an EMP. Additionally, it was sealed in its original case, made of pure metal, which further protected the watch from the pulse. And it's also what allowed it to survive the fire at my house."

Bill looked at my wrist, analyzing the watch, while I looked at him with a slight smile.

"I've got one of the few remaining functional wristwatches in this town, don't I?"

He kept on staring at my wrist for a few more seconds before looking up at me.

"Probably, yeah." He nodded while starting to unpack his sandwich.

We began eating, and as I took a bite, I saw him take one at the same time.

"Oh, by the way, I didn't know what kind of sandwiches you liked, so I kinda just made it the way I like to eat it, I hope it's okay..."

"Don't worry, it's perfect." He quickly replied with his mouth full and a warm smile.

I laughed at the sight and took a bite out of my sandwich while staring at him.

He's so... soft to look at.

Still staring at Bill, a dreamy smile on my face, I suddenly straightened my back and changed expression as I realized what I had been thinking about; catching myself red-handed, I felt my face starting to blush and quickly looked away. I looked around the police station and saw many townsfolk coming in and out in a consistent flow. I looked back at Bill while taking another bite of my sandwich and clearing my throat gently.

"So, speaking of the EMP, how are things looking? Do you guys or the mayor have any idea how to handle it, or how long it's gonna last...?"

Without having to reply, I could read on his face the expression he made and understood the situation was not looking good.

"Well, it's most likely to last for a while... In the meantime, the complaints and infractions have only gotten worse, and I'm willing to bet they won't stop any time soon."

Listening to him talk, I looked at my sandwich, then put it down on the desk in front of me.

"What if I lend you guys a hand here at the station?" I asked.

He stopped eating and looked at me, a little confused.

"What, d'you mean working on investigations and all that?"

"Yeah."

"[Y/N], you can't..." He started while shaking his head.

"Aren't you guys recruiting deputies these days?" I cut him off before he could continue. "Well, one's standing right in front of you, willing to give you all the help she can."

"[Y/N], that's not how it works... Besides, you're still very new here..."

"Oh, yeah? And you're telling me that Rob guy isn't a newcomer as well? Why does he get deputy privileges?"

"Robert Hawkins? [Y/N], he's an ex-cop, it's nothing like your situation. He's trained for this, knows how the business works."

I rested both of my elbows on the desk and gently put my right hand over his.

"Bill, I get it, you don't know me very well yet, almost no one in this town does, but that's why I need this opportunity. I need to prove to you and the rest of this town that my potential can be put to good use."

My hand still resting on his, I shook my head a little.

"You don't know what I'm capable of doing, Bill. I can assure you I could give you decent help."

I took my hand off his and went back to holding my sandwich.

"Besides, I've got no job at the moment, I've got nothing to do with my days. I'd be available at all times, ready to receive your orders."

He looked down with a sigh, seeming pensive.

"At least let me prove my worth to you during today. Keep me around as a deputy in training until the end of the day, and by then, you'll have had enough time to judge my performance and tell me if you think I'm qualified for the job. And if I'm not, then I won't bother you anymore with this."

I looked at him, my smile vanishing a little, as he was still lost in thought.

"... Please?"

Bill turned his head to me and nodded while closing his eyes.

"Okay, fine."

"Thank you, Bill—" I smiled warmly, about to reach for his hands again.

"But you keep your promise: you follow my orders, alright?" He added.

"Yes, deputy sir." I replied solemnly while putting my right hand holding my sandwich against my temple.

He chuckled lightly while going back to his sandwich as well.

"Alright, well, finish your sandwich quick, your apprenticeship as a trainee deputy starts once we finish this lunch break."

I did as I was told and we both quickly finished eating. Once we were done, Bill gave me a quick tour of the police station, and even of City Hall in its entirety; explaining some of his job's basics to me, I listened very closely to him, keeping in mind every piece of information he shared with me. But eventually, as my training went on, we were told by other law enforcers to go do some field investigation and pay some of the citizens a visit. I went with Bill everywhere he went around town, and followed his lead throughout the day: but before I could even realize it, our day as instructor and trainee was over.

Once we were through with our last field task, we made our way back to his car.

"I've got some things to do down at the station before ending the day." He told me while sitting behind the wheel.

"Okay." I nodded slightly.

Neither of us spoke during the ride, and my usual smile had shrunken as I fell deep in thought. Not long after we had hit the road, I shyly looked over at Bill: watching him drive, I silently tried to read his face and get an idea of what he was thinking about, but I quickly gave up on the idea, too tired to start a psychological analysis, and looked back out the window instead. Once back at City Hall, he went to his desk and seemed to be organizing some paperwork. I hesitantly stood back, watching him do his things, not knowing whether I had to give him a hand or not.

"Alright, I'm almost done ordering this folder." Bill spoke up after a few minutes of silence.

He came back to the front desk with a folder full of papers in his hands and reached for something out of my sight beneath the counter. He walked back to his desk, and seemingly started writing something down; before I could ask myself what it could be, he came back to me with it and put it in front of me.

"Oh yeah, and this is for you." He let out.

I picked up the blank paper, wondering what it was, as he went back to his desk yet again. Flipping it around, I read the words 'Deputy training exam: Passed' written in red ink. I looked up at Bill with a bright smile and met his eyes, which were smiling back at me.

"Thank you so much, Bill, I promise you, you won't regret it." I exclaimed as I jumped up excitedly.

"I hope so." I heard him say in a chuckle.

I looked up from the sheet and was greeted by a playful smile, which undoubtedly made me blush; thankfully, in the evening light, Bill did not seem to have noticed the pink tone my cheeks adopted. He promptly closed the folder in his hands and made his way back to me.

"Alright, I'm finished with all this paperwork, let's get outta here."

"You got it." I nodded, following him out of the building.

Heading outside, we got into his car and drove to his house, but this time, the ride had a pleasant atmosphere to it. I looked out at the streets we were driving by, feeling the cool evening breeze brush against my face, letting it blow my hair gently. Feeling overjoyed, I turned around to look at Bill with a bright smile.

"So, what made you change your mind about me being your deputy buddy?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes still on the road.

"Well... Many reasons, actually." He started while shrugging lightly. "First off, you've got the natural ability to keep calm and cool in most situations, which is a good quality to have for someone engaged in law enforcement. Then, you've also got good social skills, which is always helpful when we have to interact with people, especially this town's emotional people who are on the brink of breaking down at any moment. Lastly, you're very productive and can be efficient even over short periods, which, frankly, is exactly what the station needs these days."

I smiled warmly as I listened to Bill complimenting me, and while looking down at the paper he had given me, I felt a deep sense of pride. He suddenly scoffed and gave me a glance from the corner of his eye.

"You haven't thrown that paper away yet?"

I turned to him, smiling, and shook my head.

"No. I mean, after all, I still have—"

My hand reached for my back pocket to grab the note he had left me in the morning, but I suddenly stopped halfway and felt myself blushing once more. I smiled and shook my head.

"Hum, nothing, forget about it."

He looked at me with a smile from one corner of his mouth before looking back at the road.

"All right, then. Keep your secrets."

Thankfully for me, by the time we had finished our conversation, we had arrived in front of his house, and I followed Bill to the front door as he unlocked it.

"Oh, I forgot to remind you to lock the front door on your way out, but I guess I wouldn't have needed to anyway."

"Well of course, who do you take me for?" I rhetorically asked with a chuckle. "I wouldn't have let your house unlocked."

The second he pushed the door open, a beam of light illuminated the inside of the room, and I realized he had turned his flashlight on, which surprised me.

"Woah, your flashlight still works?"

He looked at me from behind him then at the flashlight in his hand.

"Thankfully, yeah. It's an older model, so it didn't get fried too badly."

He stepped inside and I followed him in while chuckling happily.

"Well, between my watch and your flashlight, I'd say we've got a head start over everyone else in town."

Waiting for him to react to my comment, I instead found myself greeted by silence. As I turned to him to see if he was alright, he turned around to face me, his mouth half-open.

"What is it, Bill?"

"You cleaned the house?"

I opened my mouth as well, before looking down at my feet while grabbing the back of my neck.

"Hum... Yeah."

He turned back to the living room and walked to it without a word.

This was a bad idea..., a part of me thought.

"Did I make myself... too much at home?" I shyly asked, embarrassed.

He still did not say a word and instead walked past me to get to the kitchen. I took a few decided steps in his direction, stopping at the archway of the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Bill, I shouldn't have, I should have known it was too much... Look, at least I didn't go inside your bedroom and your office, I didn't want to go through your stuff, so I stuck to this floor mostly..."

Silence followed once more, making me nibble on my bottom lip.

"This is surreal." He finally spoke up, a hint of joy and enthusiasm in his voice.

He turned around and shone the light in my direction, allowing me to see his smiling face.

"I've never seen my house this... clean and organized before."

I blinked a couple of times, looking somewhat surprised.

"Oh... So... you're not mad?"

"Only a truly mad person would get mad at you for working such a miracle."

I chuckled and felt myself blush slightly.

"But, really... You didn't have to, [Y/N]. It must have taken you all morning."

"No— Well, yeah— But really, I didn't mind."

Looking into his eyes, I shrugged lightly.

"You were so worried about the mess in your house last night... I thought cleaning it up for you would put you at ease."

"Well, it sure does." He replied with a sincere smile.

Setting his flashlight down on the kitchen counter, he opened a few of his cupboards and started to take some silverware out.

"Now come on, let's eat, I'm starving."

"Me too." I chuckled while helping him set the table.

I worked my way around the kitchen despite the dark, and eventually decided to go grab some candles for us to see better; gathering a few of them, I set them around the dining table, and began lighting them up.

"Hum, hey..." Bill said, slightly awkward. "Are you okay with eating the leftovers from what we had last night?"

"Sure, I don't mind at all." I told him while lighting the last candle.

Once everything had been put in place, we sat down in front of each other and started eating, digging into our plates with hunger.

"Say, [Y/N]." Bill started not long after we had taken our first bites. "I didn't get a chance to ask you last night, what with everything that happened and the fact we were both exhausted when we made it back home, but..."

He took another bite of his food and pointed at me quickly with his fork.

"Tell me a bit about yourself." He said, his mouth full. "You said it yourself earlier today, I don't know you very well, and I'm curious as to what the background of my house fairy is."

I chuckled a little while looking down; I took a breath in then looked up into his eyes.

"So... I'm not from around here, as you already know. I was born and raised in Texas, but I didn't stay at home for long. It's not that I didn't like it there, I just..."

I looked down at the table with a smile and tapped on the wood a little.

"I started a life that led me to travel a lot. And it was during one of these travels that I got the chance to meet and build a friendship with someone who had been born here. And as we would spend more time together, he'd often tell me about Jericho, a town I had never heard of before he first brought it up to me."

I marked a pause and took a sip of water from my glass.

"I was looking for a place to settle in, somewhere new where I could start over a new life." I continued. "And the more I was hearing him talk about this town, the more it convinced me it was the place I had been looking for."

"And who's the person you met?"

"The town hero, Jake Green."

Bill looked a little surprised hearing me bring up Jake's name.

"Oh, so you knew Jake before coming here."

I nodded with a slight smile.

"He told me one day that he had to go back to his hometown to pay a visit to his family and finish some business there, but that he'd only stay for a day. I saw an opportunity to finally move here, and going with Jake would allow me to get a private tour of the town to get me started. I packed my things, bought a small house on a quiet street in advance, took some of my savings and a brand-new résumé with me, and decided to drive all the way here with him. At first, it happened as we had planned, we went around town and Jake briefly introduced me to some of his old friends while he was catching up with them. Then, he left to go see his family, so I took this time to go take a look at my newly bought house and start looking around town where I could find myself a new job. But just as I was starting to like this town... the bombing happened."

I impaled my food with my fork before bringing it to my lips.

"And then... well, you know the rest."

Bill looked at me while listening to my story with attention, then nodded slowly.

"So, I'm guessing you don't really like it here anymore, right?"

"No, I still like this town." I shrugged while looking around me. "I mean, my house burned down barely 4 days after I bought it, and I never got the chance to start searching for a job. But I've seen what the town was like before the attacks, even if it was just for a day, and they don't change my opinion of it."

Regaining my smile, I looked back into his eyes.

"I like the town and its inhabitants, even though I feel like I know none of them really well, apart from Jake and his family."

"Really?" Bill asked, surprised.

"Well, let's just say I haven't really had time to socialize much in the past few days, I've preferred concentrating on the end of the world."

Laughing in unison, we filled up the otherwise silent kitchen.

"I mean, you do have a point there." He replied.

I took another sip from my drink as I saw him staring at me, his head slightly tilted.

"You know what? We're going to change that. Let me give you a quick presentation on the residents of Jericho, that way you'll get more familiar with them."

"Sure, I'd love that." I chuckled.

And so, the rest of our time dining was made of Bill summarizing to me who each of Jericho's citizens was, all while mentioning some past stories he shared with them. He finished his presentation just as we were finished eating, and got up from the table.

"Anywise, your new full-time job as a trainee deputy will get you to meet most of the town and help you get acquainted with the townsfolk, so don't sweat it out if you're not familiar with them just yet."

"You're right." I agreed with a smile.

Getting up from the table as well, I helped him with cleaning the dishes; once they were done, we both made our way to the staircase leading to our bedrooms.

"Well, I'm heading to my office to work on some more paperwork I'd need to finish before tomorrow, so, I won't go to bed right away."

Sending a smile my way, he began climbing up the stairs.

"You know where to find me if you need anything."

"Well, I'll be going to bed right away." I told him while following him upstairs. "After all, I'm really tired after my first day as a deputy."

Standing in the hallway, we both chuckled; as Bill headed to his office, which was right next to my room, I headed to the bathroom. I turned around, my lips taking the shape of a warm smile, and saw an identical expression on his face.

"Good night, [Y/N]."

"Good night, Bill."

After that, I entered the bathroom and spent some time inside, removing my makeup, brushing my teeth, and such. Once I was done, I walked out of the room with a yawn, and headed to my bedroom; however, I slowed my pace once I got close to the door of Bill's office. It was not closed all the way, and thus allowed me to hear the sound of his pen meeting with his paper while mixed with unintelligible sentences he was whispering to himself every now and then. I stepped into my bedroom and decided to let my door open halfway as well: once inside, I emptied my back pockets and pulled out both papers on which he had written. I unfolded them both to take a look at them again, before folding them back and sliding them into one of the wardrobe's drawers. I changed into my pajamas and lay down on my bed, falling asleep to the sounds of writing coming from his office.

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I read this...on / off all day yesterday, one part when I was feeling by myself in a crowded room and when I tell you it gave me COMFORT. I feel like the cat gif is appropriate because MY GOD. This was such a good one. The way it literally warmed my heart, I... Your writing?? So eloquent, you know? It's so like, poetic. It really draws you in, and, I just love it. As usual, your writing as Eddie is so perfect, as well as the other characters, like, if there was a season between season 3 and 4, I'd picture this so clearly.

o k a y!

Really not making it easy for Reader! My heart went out, with their saturday, car trouble on monday and THEN him out for that day? CRUEL. But I also can't blame Eddie for wanting Monday off after the bullshit from that party with Jason. And to GO GET A TATTOO, like so Eddie, and we love him for it. I just feel bad for Reader, when her thoughts go to that place, poor thing was such a mess.

O'Donnell can suck it, and pop quizzes are evil. I said what I said.

So I mentioned earlier how amazing you write the other characters, the hellfire crew is what really shows it. I remember watching the scenes with them and Freak #3 or Dave ( we love to name him! ) was always SO INTENSE, so him, hearing the shit about Jason like "Do we need to make them pay?" WAS !! SO ON POINT!! i Know he barely had lines but what we saw, THAT WAS PERFECT.

Also loved that Gareth took over explaining what happened, but also not explaining what happened. It brings me back to the previous chapter, when he was digging his heels but then Eddie's please got him to go. I just. We were so cheated out of more of the Hellfire Boys dynamic and interactions. Like, I sense a real friendship / brothership with them, or I want to at least ! And I'm getting that here. Jeff laughing at Mike for thinking Eddie went to the hospital and teasing him about it, and Dustin and Mike "offering" advice on what movie to take Cindy ( which, go gareth! ) and Eddie being genuinely happy for Gareth getting Cindy's number and all that LIKE. God, it was just so pleasant to read. I'd watch / read a whole series on Hellfire Club pre-season 4. I'm hoping they don't get forgotten in season 5 and if they do, we ride at DAWN.

I do love the part where it's told about Eddie and his locker, that the first time he wanted to leave his mark, but by now, that's lost his charm. Oh, Eddie.

And then Chrissy, Chrissy, Chrissy.

I honestly feel so bad for her. She needs to dump Jason, pronto. I want her to be happy 🥺 and not under Jason's thumb. I don't blame her for being pulled in by Eddie, like, who wouldn't? And it's not like she knows he isn't BURNING for reader, and yes, i said BURNING. ( "I burn for you." we keeping the Bridgerton aesthetic thank you ) And I fell for Eddie a bit more that while he pushed away from her, he can't just not care, especially seeing how Jason treats her and orders her around. I hate him so much. I worry how Chrissy will affect Eddie x Reader but I also can't help but just wanna give her a hug, ya feel?

And now, good god.

My heart.

Reader suffered not seeing Eddie on Monday, but her touching his tattoo, touching it, I feel....made up for it BIG TIME. Your poetic writing made this part SHINE. How Reader is so delicately feral I fucking love it. The way this man's skin is described...... Strong and yet so soft, like VELVET? Got me screaming inside. It's so giving Pride and Prejudice, the hand hold, the hand FLEX. "You can touch it" had me REELING.

They way both of them got bolder, and the subtle ways of Eddie reacting to Reader's touch, the soft sighs and approving hums. the word TENDONS makes my heart a flutter now, and mixed in with their dialogue, just having a conversation, while she's stroking his forearm just feels so damn intimate. The little movements, like pressing reader's fingers just a bit deep out of concern, when she tried to pull away and he GRABS HER ARM??? Takes deep breath.

And then. AND THEN???

"I really care for you."

"I care for you, too."

SCREAMS. SQUEEZING EACH OTHER'S ARMS. THEN HANDS.

"You could feel those bones again, those strong fingers that held you steady as you threatened to tremble."

Once again, amazing chapter, gorgeous writing. Ugh, have my heart.

Don't Stand So Close To Me — Chapter 9

Eddie x Teacher!Reader

Chapter 9/? 4.4k. Series Masterlist

Summary: Forced to move back home to Hawkins after your fiancé cheats on you, you begin to fall in love again with an audacious 20 year old metalhead, only there’s one problem — he’s still in high school and you’re his English teacher.

Forbidden love is complicated. What will your desire teach you?

Series CW: forbidden romance, slow burn, perv!eddie, smut (18+ mdni), true love, student-teacher relationship, 10 year age gap, mutual pining, sexual tension, emotions, drama, angst, character development, happy ending :)

Chapter warnings: mild angst, longing, mild exploration through touch

Frost. The first of the year.

It covered the leaves that littered the parking lot outside your apartment in swirling fractals and crunched beneath your boots.

Barely out of October and you could already feel winter knocking at your door.

The sky was awash in a pale blue-grey as the sun came up behind the overcast clouds. The rain from the weekend brought down most of the leaves, though some of the more reluctant ones still clung to the trees in patches of yellow and orange.

You unlocked the door to your red Chevy Nova and dropped your leather satchel on the passenger’s seat.

The fog that had settled in your mind lifted just enough to get your papers graded. Just enough to get most of the dishes washed. The laundry could wait.

You turned the key in the ignition and — nothing. Well, it wasn’t nothing, there was a clicking that got louder the harder you forced the key forward.

“Come on.”

Had you left your lights on by accident? It wouldn’t be the first time. The lights were turning on though. You threw your weight into the brakes as you turned the key harder. Over and over it whined and whirred and clicked until finally the engine awoke with a rumble.

You blamed the cold.

Happy Monday.

The thing about the fog is that once it settled it was hard to lift completely. You would enter the teacher’s lounge in a daze. You would go through the motions of pouring yourself your second cup of coffee, of finding an open milk carton. Of putting on a bright face and saying hello as you make small talk with the faculty, though your mind was miles away.

You would sit down on the old, threadbare chair at your desk and review your lesson plans for the day while your mind struggled to adjust to the whirring chaos around you. The fuzzy voice over the loudspeaker. The ringing of bells and hundreds of voices echoing off the lockers in the hallway. The teenagers that you were responsible for filtering into your classroom, the energy of this weekend carrying over into their laughter and antics.

You would put on that bright face and pull yourself together, though the fog was thick with thoughts you couldn’t seem to shake. Sometimes you were grateful for the distraction of your class — tangible and in need of attention. Other times the mask got heavy. It was hard to breathe behind. There were times when all you wanted to do was hide, but the mask offered little protection.

At the top of fourth period, you stood at the front of the classroom like you always did, checking little marks by the names in your grading binder as your eyes scanned down the rows. You paused when you got to Eddie’s.

His seat was empty.

Your stomach dropped, as did your face. Everyone’s eyes were on you. You wondered if they noticed the change in your expression.

Maybe he’s just running late.

Maybe he’s sick.

You steadied the pencil in your hand, took a deep breath, and continued on down the rows. Inside your heart was racing, mind spinning with every possibility. It took all of your strength to keep the mask on for your class.

It might have been the longest 50 minutes of your life. When the bell finally relieved you from your post, you barely remembered to grab your purse before your feet carried you briskly, as fast as they could professionally move, down the hallway toward the teacher’s lounge.

You snatched one of the newspapers slumped in a pile on one of the tables and began to tear through it, flipping through the pages with ravenous eyes, looking for something, anything about an accident or a death or his name or anything.

You sensed someone behind you peering over your shoulder. You could almost feel their hot, labored breathing on your neck.

It took little more than a tilt of your head to see who it was. “H-hi Doris,” you said, stilling the paper in your trembling hands.

“Boy I’ve never seen anyone read a paper so fast in my life,” she said dryly. “Watcha lookin’ for?”

You tucked your wild hair behind your ear and pulled yourself together. “Oh, um,” What were you looking for? Would it sound weird to say? Of course it would. Your mind whirred with appropriate and totally not crazy responses. “My— my car was having some trouble this morning and I uh, you know just thought I’d check the paper to see um— uh, a number for a mechanic or something.”

Ms. O’Donnell stared down at the paper. “Good luck finding one in the obituary section.”

“Ha. Very funny,” you said, folding the paper. “Say uh, you wouldn’t happen to have seen Eddie today? Was he absent for your class too?”

She huffed, un-phased. “Munson? Haven’t seen him. Honestly I’m more surprised when he shows up.”

“Ah, ok.” You stared down at the paper, the words blurring.

“You know he got a D on the pop quiz I gave on Friday.”

You gave a single nod, lips forming a hard line. “Well, he wasn’t able to study, was he?”

“Course not, it’s a pop quiz. You know I’ve gotta give it to you for trying.”

“Yes, well, so is he,” you said curtly. You left the paper crumpled on the table, turning on your heel toward the door.

Tears burned behind your eyes. You knew it was silly. Maybe that’s why they stung. The whole thing was silly and he was probably just sick like half the school was this time of year. But your feet had their own agenda and that was how you found yourself standing in front of the receptionist in the main office.

“Eddie Munson?” she asked, looking over her paperwork. “No I didn’t get a phone call or anything. I marked him as an unexcused absence.”

“Oh, ok. Thanks for checking.”

“You know, his attendance has actually been… unusually good this year.”

“Yeah— yeah, I know. Thanks anyway.” Head down, you almost ran into Diane as you turned to leave.

“Hey soldier, what brings you to my side of the line?”

“Nothing it’s— it’s stupid. I should get going before my lunch break is over.”

Diane folded her arms across her soft, green cardigan. “What’s up?” she asked gently, guiding you out of the way of incoming traffic. “You seem… upset.”

“It’s really nothing. I’m just…” you glanced around the office.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Your voice caught in your throat. Your mouth twitched but no words came out.

“Come on, that’s what my office is for.”

Diane led you across the noisy office with all the talking, and phone ringing, and copy machines whirring, through her doorway — into silence.

You sat down and looked around at what everybody else saw when they took this seat — the concrete walls painted a soft peachy-pink. The plants in her window. The few inspirational posters. The warm glow of the three lamps that lit the room. No fluorescents.

Only Diane did not take her usual place behind her desk, instead she took the seat next to you.

“I’m sorry, this is really stupid. Eddie wasn’t in class today, and I— I know it’s like, well so what, but—” you started.

“He’s the one you’ve been tutoring right?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s never been absent before?” Diane asked with a little chuckle, “It’s almost November.”

“Yeah— yeah, I know. It’s really paranoid of me. He just said that he was going to a party this weekend and I—“ you swallowed, glancing away.

Diane’s face dropped. “Oh.” She put her hand on your shoulder. “I know this is a hard holiday for you, but I’m sure he’s fine. You’re just catastrophizing. I understand where it’s coming from though.”

“Yeah— yeah I’m sure you’re right, I just…” you sighed, taking a moment to steady your breath as her hand soothed over your back. “This weekend was… hard. It’s still hard. All day today.”

“That’s the hidden toll of teaching, isn’t it?” Diane mused, “You see these kids every day and you get so… invested in them. It’s an emotional labor, you know?”

You did know. Just like the papers you graded, it was something you took home with you. Even before Eddie. That was the thing about teaching, even after you went home the job never really ended.

“You really care about him, don’t you?”

Her words hung in the air as your stomach dropped, face turning hot. You couldn��t look her in the eyes. “Yes,” you choked out. “I mean I care about all my students,” you added quickly.

If only she knew.

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Tuesday, October 29th 1985

Eddie slid his plastic lunch tray along the counter as he waited for his turn in the lunch line like some sort of prisoner.

In his mind he was still cruising the freeway, watching state signs pass, watching the upright citizens of the world go about their daily grind as he watched like a spectator from the outside. Just rambling through. That was what he loved most about skipping school — the feeling of being outside, of wondering what sort of bullshit class his friends were having to fight sleep through as he drove on past with a mug full of coffee and a tank full of gas.

His suffering had earned him almost $300 on Saturday and he was bound and determined to put it to good use. He needed a three day weekend after that. Hell, he really needed to just take the whole week but he figured that might be pushing it.

When he saw the look on your face as he entered your class an hour ago, he was grateful that he hadn’t. He would spend the first ten minutes of it running his fingers over the subtle indents that your green grading pen left behind on his test, feeling for your hand through the paper. Feeling the braille of the lines that came together to form the words “I’m proud of you”.

He could count on one hand the number of As he had gotten in his life — this was one of them.

He would spend the next forty minutes of class watching you, as he always did, with his cheek pressed against his knuckles. He would imagine you in his passenger’s seat — cruising down the road with a mug full of coffee and a tank full of gas. How you would bring your own tapes and serenade him with Joni Mitchell’s “Coyote”. How he would much rather be a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway.

The lunch lady took his tray and slapped a helping of overcooked green beans that looked more grey than green, followed by a splat of mashed potatoes and a shriveled pork chop. Eddie was grateful for how generous she was with the gravy, it would help combat the dryness. Yum.

Eddie took the tray and gave a gracious nod before making his way to the head of the Hellfire table.

“Hey man, where were you yesterday?” asked Dustin through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

Eddie plopped both his tray and himself down with a sly smirk. He shed his jacket, revealing the bandage on his forearm.

“Oh shit were you in the hospital or something?” asked Mike.

“No he got a tattoo, you doofus,” laughed Jeff, nudging him with his foot under the table.

Mike rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah that’s super obvious.”

“It is,” Jeff snorted.

“Did you end up getting the sphinx from Powerslave?” asked Dave.

“I actually went with the puppet master, I’ll show you guys tomorrow when I can take this thing off. It’s really sick.” Eddie sawed at the hard, dry pork chop with his knife, stabbing it still with the fork in his other hand.

“So how was um, ‘business’ this weekend?” asked Dustin.

Eddie stopped sawing. He hesitated for a moment, his stomach churning as he recalled what happened. The red in Jason’s eyes as he grabbed him by the shirt. The look on all of their faces staring down at him.

Gareth caught his eyes. “Everybody keep an eye out for Jason Carver and any of his bitchboys. They have it out for Eddie,” he interjected.

The table erupted in questions.

“Why, what happened?” asked Dustin.

“Do we need to make them pay?” Dave cracked his knuckles.

“No— no we’re gonna just lay low but keep an eye out for them. Chrissy keeps talking to Eddie and Jason’s being a jealous little bitch about it. Keep an eye out for her too,” answered Gareth.

Eddie felt the pressure release in his chest and gave Gareth a gracious look. He caught the remorse in his eyes. There was another thing that Eddie was relieved by — he left out the part about you.

“Shitheads just being shitheads,” said Eddie finally. “But uh, Gareth’s night wasn’t so shitty,” he prompted with a raise of his eyebrows, changing the subject.

The table shifted audibly.

Gareth smirked. “Yeah Cindy gave me her number.”

Cheers, elbow jabs, and banging on the table came from all directions. Eddie smiled at his friend, full and genuine.

“I called her last night.”

More eruptive cheers. Louder this time.

“What did she say?”

“How’d it go?”

“Did you ask her out?”

“Woah, easy boys, one question at a time,” Gareth chided gently, raising his hands. “I haven’t asked her out yet. We just talked about movies and stuff. I’m trying to feel it out, you know? Gotta take it slow, I don’t wanna scare her away,” he laughed. “It went good though, we talked for like an hour.”

“You should take her to see Goonies,” Dustin suggested.

“She’s already seen Goonies, plus that’s like… is that really a date movie? What kind of movies are date movies?”

Dave snorted, “Stupid movies.”

“Yeah take her to A Room With a View,” Jeff laughed.

“Ew that’s like, serious isn’t it?”

“How ‘bout Rocky IV, that’s romantic,” offered Dustin through a snicker.

“No—no wait the new National Lampoon’s,” Mike chortled.

“Really helpful, thanks guys.”

Eddie chuckled distantly, taking a stab at his green beans. He glanced over toward the door to the teacher’s lounge, across the expanse of the noisy cafeteria. Somewhere behind that wall you too were at a table, eating lunch by yourself in a room full of people. He wondered if you felt as lonely as he did sometimes, a loneliness in feelings that weren’t appropriate to share.

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Eddie sifted through the contents of his locker, hunting for his chemistry textbook amongst the chaos of loose papers without homes. The door, which shielded him in part from the noisy hallway, was stark. There were remnants of stickers inside from previous occupants, but aside from the papers with his name on it, there was no trace of Eddie Munson. He remembered his first few lockers here, how keen he was to leave his mark on them, to slap Iron Maiden and Slayer stickers on the inside that future occupants would have to scrape to get off. He was less keen to make a home of his sixth.

“Hey Eddie.”

He recognized the voice. Powder soft and sugar sweet, it was twinged with a tentative sadness. He took one look at Chrissy Cunningham and shut his locker, turning away.

“Eddie, wait,” she pleaded, chasing after him.

“I’m not supposed to talk to you,” he said sharply, keeping his pace.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she admitted, her white tennis shoes hitting the tile in quick succession to keep up with his much larger gait.

“Then why are you talking to me?”

“I— I just wanted to apologize.”

Eddie gave a sharp puff of air through his nose and slowed his pace.

“I’m really sorry about Saturday. I was really drunk, I didn’t mean to get you in any trouble.”

Eddie stopped, turning to her sharply. “Yeah? Well, the longer you stand here and talk to me, the closer I am to getting in trouble again, so…”

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

“Well, you have,” he said curtly, turning away. His feet carried him briskly down the hall, leaving her in the gust of air he left behind.

It might have stopped her feet from following him then, but it didn’t stop her eyes from following as they searched for his across the room in chemistry class.

He would try to avoid them, but eventually the searing heat of her gaze got the best of him. He would concede, and when he did catch a glance of those green eyes from across the room he would think about the time he saw them last. Red and heavy lidded. He would think about the way she stumbled off that couch. The way she crumbled under the weight of Jason’s voice.

So he would concede and meet her eyes for just a moment from across the classroom. Behind them, equal parts desire and remorse.

______

How would you describe Eddie Munson? You had been asking yourself this question since your first encounter after school.

There were the obvious things — Plush lips. Strong chin. Soft nose. A jaw sharp enough to cut glass. Big brown eyes like a baby cow. Wild ringlets that framed his face and cascaded down his shoulders.

Then, more subtly — A summer wind. Restless and frenetic, but soft all at once. Soft in the comfortable silence that sometimes fell between you. The silence of listening. There was warmth in him too — the kind of warmth that colored the brightness of his voice when the silence was broken. He was wild, and warm, and restless, and magnetic all at once. A summer wind.

It was a question you would ask yourself after every encounter. Each time you would come away with something more.

What you did know for certain today was that nothing compared to the sight of his sweet face as he took the seat across from you.

“It’s good to see you,” you said. As if that even scratched the surface.

“Yeah, you too.” His eyes held yours as he shed his jacket around the chair. He leaned forward in it, resting his arms on the desk between you.

You were just happy to see the pink in his cheeks, the extra fluff in his hair today. You could smell the product in it even from across the desk. Your fingers occupied themselves with the pen in front of you. “I was… worried about you. On Monday.”

His eyes widened. “Shit, I’m really sorry about that,” he lamented. You could tell that he meant it too. “I was uh, getting this.” He presented his forearm with a cheeky grin.

You looked down at the inky black lines on his skin. At the gnarled hand grasping a wooden marionette cross with strings hanging down. You followed them down to what appeared to be some sort of zombie or undead creature hanging from them.

Your eyes lit up like Christmas. “Aren’t those… illegal here?” you asked in a crazed little whisper, the look on your face was wild and fascinated.

“Only in Indiana.” You could hear the mischief in his voice. “I drove to Illinois to get it. That’s why I had to take the whole day.”

You had to laugh. And you did. “Well I’m glad you’re safe. I guess it was… silly of me to worry so much.”

“No— no I should have at least called in and made up some bullshit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re ok. That’s all that matters.” You looked down at his arm again, at the dark, angry lines across his reddened skin. “Did it hurt?”

“Yeah, it always does a little. This one wasn’t so bad. I have others.” His dark eyes flashed at you as he hooked his fingers over the collar of his shirt, exposing the ink under his collarbone. “This one hurt the worst,” he said with a soft smirk. His hand lingered there, an offering to your eyes.

You cursed the animal inside you. The one that growled from deep within your abdomen and crawled its way into your cheeks. The one that whispered about what your lips might feel like on the skin that he exposed for you.

“O—oh yeah I can see why that would hurt.” Your eyes diverted back to his arm, tracing the lines with your eyes. You brought your face closer to examine, but you were more interested in the velvet skin of his forearm. How something could be strong and soft all at once. Your fingers twitched above it.

“You can touch it,” he said. An offering — an experience. His voice was barely above a whisper.

Your eyes met his. Hesitant, you accepted, lowering your fingers slowly, then your eyes. He was so warm and impossibly soft. You were almost afraid he would feel your pulse pounding through your fingertips as they traced tentative, delicate patterns across his skin.

There was a gentle puff of air against your face as he sighed at the contact.

It took courage to look up at him, but when you did he held your gaze with an intensity that made you shudder.

“Sorry, my fingers are cold,” you said with a nervous laugh.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” His voice was gentle, distant, like a trance. “It feels… nice actually.”

You lowered your eyes again, and then more of your fingers across his warm, velvet skin, sliding slowly up and down the solid expanse of his forearm. You could feel the tendons, the soft brush of hair at the edges.

“Does it still hurt?” you asked softly.

“Yeah, a little. Kind of itches more than anything now.”

His palm was facing up at you, so close to the heat of your body. His long fingers twitched.

You should have pulled away. You knew you should and you were trying but his skin was like a magnet and you could not bring yourself to do it. It was too painful.

“How was the party?” you asked as a knot twisted in your stomach.

He huffed and shook his head, “Pretty shitty if I’m being honest.”

The knot released a little. “That bad huh?”

His eyes widened, giving a crazed little look, “Yeah, it was that bad.”

“What happened?”

His brow furrowed as he searched for the words, “Just… drama I guess — involving a certain, uh, basic primate. It’s really stupid, honestly.”

Your fingers pressed concern against his arm, ever so subtly. “Jason?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, casting his gaze away. “Yeah, he’s a real dick. Anyway, like I said, it’s stupid.”

You wanted to press on, but it seemed like he didn’t care to elaborate.

“I was worried about you, at the party,” you said softly. And then you did something bold, as if possessed by a force stronger than your noble mind — you lowered your palm.

You could feel his approving hum through your hand, the vibrations rippling from under his velvet skin.

“I knew you would be. I was extra careful.” His eyes flitted up to yours. “For you.”

It was the seriousness of his tone that stirred you most. The earnest, deadpan look on his face, like there were volumes behind those two words.

It opened up a narrow passage, and you entered with the boldest thing that you had ever said.

“I really care for you.”

You wondered if he could feel your pulse hammering against his arm, feel your hand start to sweat. Your fingers twitched, mind racing with second-guessing. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. You lifted your hand to remove it, but then he did something that surprised you.

His hand below you gripped your arm.

“No—no,” he soothed, his eyes meeting yours in earnest. “It’s ok.”

Time stopped — frozen as he held you in his gaze. You might have thought your heart stopped too had it not been so audibly pounding in your ears.

“I care for you too,” he admitted.

The breath that was caught in your chest released, and with his permission, you relaxed into the touch. You squeezed his arm gently — a gesture he returned, and heavy sigh escaped both of you at once.

It was only a moment, but there a whisper, no — a bold admission in the quiet of the air between you.

He smiled at you. Breathy and crooked, a wild warmth in his eyes. And for one stolen moment the fear that had nestled itself deep within your chest melted away.

The animal inside you stirred, stretching outward like a yawn, up into your neck and cheeks again. It was warm this time. Comfortable now.

The world around you fell away. The concrete walls, and clocks, and bells, and chalkboards ceased to exist. There was nothing else that mattered except hands on skin across the great divide of the desk lodged between you.

Your mouth twitched but words would not come. You feared that if they did the spell would break.

Eddie was much braver.

“I wish you could have come. To the party. I mean like, hypothetically, not… realistically. But like, another party. I— I don’t know. Sorry that sounds really stupid,” he said with a little chuckle. His arm remained locked to yours, curious fingers wandering across your skin.

“No it’s not, I— I wish I could have gone too. Hypothetically. I would have had a much better Saturday night than I did on my own, trust me,” you said with a pained laugh.

He shook his head, thumb rubbing electric circles on your arm. “Oh I don’t know about that.”

“I do,” you said.

And with that Eddie did something even braver — his palm traced its way down your arm until it found your hand. He held it in his for a moment, warm, calloused thumb soothing over your knuckles. You could feel those bones again, those strong fingers that held you steady as you threatened to tremble.

It was only for a moment. But in this moment there were two things that were abundantly clear for both of you —

1. It felt too good to stop.

2. That things would never be the same.

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A/N: Well, well — we have an admission! After quite possibly the longest October in history, time is going to start moving a little more quickly now that our forbidden lovebirds are on the same page. We've still got some more hurdles to navigate, but strap in as we prepare for liftoff! 🚀

Another note, I will be closing my taglist. Those of you who are already on it will remain tagged, but anyone else who wants to keep following the story can just follow me (as I would sincerely hope you all are) and turn on notifications.

A smaller note — I have given Freak #3 the name of Dave.

As always, I deeply appreciate any and all comments -- keyboard smashing, theories, small novels, all of it. Hearing your reactions to my story fuels me in ways that I can only begin to tell you.

Please reblog and help others to find my precious creation! ✨

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#eddie munson — fic recs

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libertyreads · 1 year ago

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Book Review #99 of 2023--

Moorewood Family Rules by Helenkay Dimon. Rating: 3.75 stars.

Read from August 4th to 6th.

Just by the cover alone I knew I had to read this book when I was browsing on my library's app. This is a story about a con family who live in a fancy estate that they afford thanks to one of their past cons. They have rich people drama, they have crime family drama, oh, and, one of their very own is ready for revenge when she's finally released from prison. But she has to get to the bottom of it all: who tipped off the FBI and forced her to go away? Jillian has new family rules to enforce when she has her homecoming and the con family will have to learn how to go straight.

I struggle with how to review this one because I don't feel like this one did anything too wrong here. The writing wasn't great but we got a good story arc here and we got some memorable characters. The world building and the character backgrounds were lackluster but it felt like this story had such potential. Which is probably why I'm having such a hard time articulating my opinion. I've been a big fan of the Inheritance Games series by Jennifer Lynn Barnes and the show The Company You Keep (which I still haven't finished since I'm pissed it got canceled after one season) that reading something without the world depth of Barnes and the family/character depth of TCYK just fell a little flat. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoyed the main character and her scheming. I just wish she had more depth to play around in. I've also been really craving a rewatch of Revenge which this was supposed to help with but ended up not hitting the mark. It's almost more disappointing when something you've been wanting to read falls flat rather than crashing and burning. It was good but I could see how we throw in another 50 to 100 pages of world building and character development and a little slower burn on the romance and I could easily see that story getting a 5 star rating from me.

And, yes, you did read that correctly, this does have a bodyguard romance. That was a surprise to me when I read it but I didn't hate it. I just wish it had taken a little more time to get going. This author also usually writes some Romance with some spicy so I'm surprised she didn't take it there but it does seem like she's trying to dive into the family drama/rich people drama stories. I actually found a couple of Christmas Romances that she's written and added them to my library app to read later in the year.

So, overall? I think if you want a little Mystery, a tiny splash of Romance, and a lot of Family/Rich People Drama then this might be the book for you. It will especially help if you don't already have super high expectations like I did going into this one.

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abelllia · 2 years ago

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hello. i have a question. why did agnes kiss that guy? the coffee shop guy, i mean. at first it seemed like poetic parting gesture from a creature who’s existence is greater than that of a regular person, so his pain and suffering don’t matter. but then we learn that agnes somewhat cared for him and didn’t want him to get hurt by others.. so why put him through that pain and eventual disfiguration? she knew people can’t touch her, she knew what would happen to him. so why..?

Hmmm to be honest, I don't quite know. I myself have not yet started Season 5 so if there's an answer from there then I don't know it yet. I'll answer with my personal interpretation instead.

It's pretty darn long so if you want to skip, I put a short tl;dr at the end of the thing under the conga line of equation marks. Also spoilers!

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I think it was an act of impulse and rebellion. A moment carried by emotions. From what we know of Agnes's story based on secondhand accounts, she was seen and praised as the chosen one. Weighed down by the title of messiah from the moment of her birth to the hour of her death. The one who shall carry the Desolation through and bring about the Scorched Earth. And...that's it. We don't know much of her personality beyond that, since to the people around her (The Cult) a messiah was simply what she was. Arthur Nolan reflects on this in MAG 145 when asked about what Agnes was like. Arthur Nolan, one of the cult members who practically raised Agnes *didn't know what she was like*. All her life, Agnes Montague was merely an idol for her people. A leader to follow until their destined day. She was following a path laid out to her before her time. She wasn't a person. Not to them. She was something greater than herself.

Enter Coffee Boy Jack Barnabas, a nobody who knows nothing about Eldritch gods and destiny or fate. A guy who looked at a woman who can boil coffee with her hands and went "Yeah, I want to date her.", even when warned that she was dangerous. A guy that just saw her as someone. Someone that he wants to get to know better and form a personal, non-eldritch, connection with.

And that's exactly what they did. They went on dates together and got to know each other. They talked, walked at the park, went to the movies, and just generally acted like a couple of young people hanging out. Agnes "Ms. Aloof and Above-it-All" Montague was just hanging out with this rando from the coffee shop. We even get a bit of information here of what she thinks of her grand destiny and from the looks of it, she didn't like it. In the statement, Jack recalled Agnes doing behaviour that would normally be considered bizarre and just...laughed fondly. Jack truly and genuinely liked *her*. And it seemed she liked him back.

Then, of course, the tree fell during the middle of their date and Agnes had to die. Jack helped Agnes walk back to her flat where the rest of the cult were. Once more, Agnes is the Desolation's messiah, here to have one last goodbye with her followers before she returns to the cosmic entity she is, was, and will be eternally bound to. Then as she bids farewell to Barnabas, he looks to her and asks her, against all logic, if he could kiss her.

On her deathbed, as one final "fuck it", Agnes Montague did not what Agnes, the messiah, was supposed to do, but what Agnes, the person, wanted. She kissed him back.

And yeah I guess she didn't think it through and burned his whole face off which was...not great? But it was a decision that was all Agnes. It was not something she needed to do, not something asked by the cult, not something asked by Gertrude, but something she *chose*. Choice is a pretty big theme in TMA though I don't know the conclusion yet because *waves at not having listened to S5 yet.* Agnes chosing to kiss Jack is a really big thing for her and I think is one of the only things she was truly able to choose for herself. The theme of choice is added on to at the end of the episode as well with Barnabas. He mentions that though the facial burns did a huge number on him and his life, he says he's not sure if he would have done anything differently if given the chance, the choice, to. He says that he's like a moth, drawn to the flame.

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Tl;dr: I think Agnes did it as one final middle finger to the universe, the concept of destiny, and being a gifted kid. She did it because she wanted to and that's that.

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rosesvioletshardy · 4 years ago

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overtime win celebrations - mat barzal

okay this is very unedited because i lowkey rushed it and i know it’s bad. also this is very bad smut because i haven’t written it in a while and i tried to read others and my old ones to get some inspiration and try to make it at least accurate in a way idk

also a very happy birthday mat today

(isles win today or else i’ll fly to new york and 🔪) (jk ,,, unless)

this was requested by @gigissports who gave me the idea of this fic when i said i wanted to write a fic but didn’t know what to write about or who to write about so thank you to her and i hope you like it

(also idk what that title is it’s the first thing that came to my mind)

(ps y’all should also follow her as well she’s an amazing person)

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mat masterlist

warnings: mention of fights, SMUT (18+) (minors please don’t interact), fluff, little angst? (idk mat is a little upset so idk if that’d count as angst)

# of words: 1,941 (sorry it’s short i tried to make it somewhat longer but my brain decided to go into writer’s block so)

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It was all going well, up until it wasn’t. You knew that playoff hockey got even more intense than the regular season and meant that more injuries were prone to happen. Mat told you the night the Islanders got clinched that he wouldn’t try to get into many fights anymore or get anymore penalty minutes seeing that he’s their star and that the top player shouldn’t have that many penalty minutes. He managed to not get into any fights or get any penalties the first 4 games. You would’ve gone to the game but you decided to stay at yours and Mat’s apartment to watch the game due to being busy earlier in the day and Mat was completely fine with however you wanted to watch the game. The only thing he did request before he left was that you wore one of his jerseys that he wasn’t going to be wearing for good luck. As soon as you came home from work it was the first thing you did and you sent a picture to him to show him. You knew he wouldn’t answer right away but you saw that he read it.

The game was going smoothly up until the second period where the penguins were leading by 3. You knew that the team was frustrated by the way they looked as the camera panned over to the bench and that they were trying their hardest. Mat’s line was now playing and you felt as if they were going to score during that period. It wasn’t until moments after Anthony’s goal where a fight broke out and Mat got into the middle of it. You couldn’t tell what happened but you stood up on your feet and became really concerned. It wasn’t until you saw him walk towards the locker room with one of the medics before they showed the reply. The rest of the game you couldn’t focus on and only worried that something would happen even later into the game. Mat had said he was fine but you knew that he wasn’t from when they showed him.

The only good thing to come out of the game was the double overtime win and you knew it was going to be a while before Mat got home. You hadn’t really had anything for dinner because of it and could only eat crackers because your mind was only worried for Mat and Mat only. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep seeing how late it was. Mat on the other hand was exhausted as well and it was just from playing almost 5 rounds of hockey. A sigh escaped his mouth when he reached the front door and took out his keys only to find you sleeping on the couch wearing his white jersey. He smiled at the site before dropping his bag and taking his shoes off before walking over to you and crouching down in front of you. Mat took a moment to analyze the details of your face before he started to caress your face and wake you up. Your eyes began to flutter open as you saw him crouched down to your height

“Hey baby” he whispered as you sat up making room for him

“Hi maty, sorry you had to see me like this” you told as he sat down and pulled you into his chest

“It’s okay you deserve some rest.” he said trying to hide his eye

“Let me see, don’t hide it.”

“I didn’t want you to be mad”

“Why would I be mad?” you asked him confusion running across your face

“Because I promised to you that I wouldn't get into any fights or get any penalties during playoffs” he admitted

“I’m not mad, I was worried the entire time. It happens.” you affirmed him as you ran your fingers over the bruised eye lightly making sure that you didn’t hurt him. The two of you sat there in silence for a while taking in each other’s company before you both looked at each other and brought your lips together. You’ve been with Mat for over a year and a half and yet he still gave you butterflies every time you kissed. Straddling him, you continued to kiss as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Everything in that moment just felt perfect. Mat pulled away and stood up, picked you up and took you to yours and his room. After laying you down on the bed, he began to slowly push up his jersey while pressing small kisses along your jaw and down your neck, leaving marks, making you moan before pulling away to take the jersey off. His breath hitched when he saw the lingerie you had on underneath and smiled and you spoke up

“I was going to surprise you when you got home but i ended up falling asleep, so this isn’t exactly how I planned it” you told him sitting back up

“Well I’m still surprised don’t worry and you still look beautiful” he said before giving you another kiss and laying you back down after you took off his suit jacket, shirt and pants leaving him just in his underwear as you traced your fingers down his body

“I love you so much. Thank you for everything you do. From supporting me at home and away games to dealing with me and my antics”

Mat unclipped you bra as he pressed light kisses over your collarbones as his hands roamed all over your body and stopping at your thighs, Pushing your legs apart, his fingers hooking onto your underwear before sliding them off and inserting two of them inside you. His eyes never left yours, curling his fingers more and while his thumb rubbed your clit, causing you to moan

“Maty, please” you let out

“In all time princess. It’s all about patience” he whispered in your ear before removing his fingers as soon as he felt you clenching.

Removing his fingers, he brought them up to his mouth and sucked off your juices and sank down to his knees and kissed the soft skin of your thighs, feeling scruff from his playoff beard he was finally allowed to grow out. He wasted no time when it came to eating you out as he sucked back on your clit. One of his favorite sounds was hearing your moans and whimpers, as a smirk plastered onto his face, gripping your thighs tighter. You became more and more frustrated as you tugged on his hair wanting more. Pulling him closer onto you, his hands grabbed your breasts making you gasp and moan his name more. He began to slowly lick your clit before starting to suck on it. You can feel him slowly pull away before going back and inserting his finger again

“Oh god. Oh fuck. Mat that feels so good. Please don’t stop”

“What do you need princess?”

“You. I need you.”

“Fuck, maty i’m so close please” you told him as you could feel him humming against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. The familiar feeling began to coil in your stomach as you tugged on his hair harder and him licking you as his name left your lips, almost to the point where the neighbors would probably hear.

When he pulled away, he pressed a kiss against your lips, making you taste yourself. Mat leaned over to grab a condom from the nightstand next to the bed as you began to palm him through his boxers before pulling it down. You helped him roll the condom on him as he then lined himself in between you and grabbing your legs to hook against him

“You ready?” he asked looking into your eyes, making sure you’re still comfortable

“Yes” you told him as you curled your fingers at the bottom of his hair as he pressed his lips against yours while pushing himself inside you, groaning into his mouth.

His hips rolled with every thrust he gave, his lips leaving yours and pressing kisses along your jaw as he whispered in your ear as the occasional moan left his lips when you marked up his back or tugged his hair more. His hands gripped around your waist as he

“I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too”

“Are you close?” he whispered pulling away from your neck “Mhm” you nodded as a whine left your left as he thrusted harder,

“It’s okay, let go” he whispered in your ear as the both of you let go of your highs. Mat came out of you and fell on the bed next to you. The two of you stayed quiet as you both breathed heavily trying to catch your breaths.

“Well that was-”

“Yeah” he finished as he took the condom off and threw it in the trashcan when got up and went to the bathroom

When Mat came back, he started to clean you up with the damp towel, making sure that you were alright and that he didn’t hurt you. He took his time making sure to stop as soon as you started to feel uncomfortable or started to wince. You kept trying to fight off the sleepiness that was taking over so you had a chance to talk to Mat about everything he wanted just so he can get his mind over it. Your eyes were starting to slowly close once again until you felt the bed dip and Mat’s arm pull you so your head was on his chest

“What’s going on through that mind of yours?” you asked him knowing that he was thinking about the game again

“Just the game, the fight, how much my eye hurts” he laughs off but you can tell he’s still somewhat upset causing you to get up and face him

“Mathew, you did your best, and you’ll keep doing your best. I know you know this but you go close to a goal each period and in overtime. Yes, it’s not going well, but you need to have some faith in you. There’s still some positives that happened, you assisted a couple of goals from Tito and Scott, plus the game winning goal. Those are still something-” you told him before he cut you off

“Yeah but they’re not a goal you know? Everyone, from commentators to interviewers have been on my ass about not scoring and it’s frustrating to listen to and when it happens it gets blocked” mat exclaimed, as he ran his hand through is hair trying not to show his frustration

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that will happen and things will get better. Remember you were struggling towards the end of the regular season and then you got a goal straight out of the penalty box?”

“Yes but-”

“But nothing. You still have game 6 and I know that you guys will advance to the next round and you will get that goal that you want.” you finished as you now sit on his lap staring into his eyes and grabbing his hands

“Okay, mainly because I trust you and I love you.” he said as he gave you a small peck on the lips

“I love you”

“Now, do you still have enough energy for another round or are you tired?”

“I don’t know, I’m not the one who played 5 periods of hockey and got into a fight” you smirked as he flipped you onto your back

“Well then, you shouldn’t have said that missy” he whispered to you smirking as he went back down on you

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jackrrabbit · 4 years ago

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🤍 Haikyuu WIP excerpts

preview post for hq because recently i showed sara a list of my works in progress and she laughed at me and then made a dn joke like this is 2015 or something. we got:

🤍 communal property /// ushijima x f!reader x tendou 🤍 sunshower /// atsumu x f!reader x osamu 🤍 corporate ethics /// kuroo x f!reader

anyway these are all terrible first drafts and i'm not sorry. however i am very very into these pieces and if you're interested in seeing them finished, you should tell me fr fr

🤍 communal property /// Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou

Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too?

Tags/warnings: poly relationship in progress (only you and Tendou are dating at this point), mild suggestiveness ??, s*ze k*nk

Status: 10k words written (holy fuck lol) out of ~11k total? this bitch better get finished is2g

After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima outside the locker room in the stadium. You’re pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”

“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face! I thought he was going to punch you!”

Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”

“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”

Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.

You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never shows signs of caring) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. The ball when you hit it was super loud—honestly, how are your hands okay? If I hit it that hard I’d probably break something.”

“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”

But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”

“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”

“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”

You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made Ushijima smile. You did that.

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.

“Yeah!” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”

So that’s probably a sign.

🤍 sunshower /// Atsumu x f!Reader x Osamu

Summary: [Kitsune AU] You find an old Ō-Inari shrine in the woods that may not be as abandoned as it looks.

Tags/warnings: Shinto religion, this preview is biased toward tsumu oops, yearning/soft vibes

Status: 3.9k words written out of 5–6k? total

Atsumu was the one who found you.

That’s how he likes to talk about it, that he found you, like you’d still be wandering around lost in the woods if it weren’t for him. Osamu thinks you would have found your way back home eventually but Atsumu likes it better this way, this framing that makes it seem like they saved you.

It’s hard for him to tell time linearly the way humans do but you mention once that you’ve known them for a year and that seems to fit. It’s spring now, almost barely tipping into summer, and it was spring when Atsumu found you. He remembers because of the way it was raining: light and tender, a summer rain early in the season, each little drop tapping off a leaf and then rolling into the forest bed to be eaten up by the grass and the soil.

Atsumu likes the rain, likes the sweet earthy smell it makes and the way the plants look so lush and green and alive, like they’d bleed if he sunk his teeth into them. He was out in the woods because of the rain ('Samu was in the shrine, as usual, attempting to set buckets under the millions of holes in the roof so the rainwater wouldn’t pool and rot through the wood underneath). But Atsumu was half asleep in a tree when he heard you crashing through the undergrowth, tripping over ferns and snapping every twig in your path (thought ya might be a bear, he tells you later, that’s how loud ya were) but he wouldn’t really have woken up if he hadn’t heard you singing.

(The odd thing is, you weren’t actually singing. You remember that day as vividly as they do: the warm, humid air making your skin feel sticky under your yellow raincoat; the tiny raindrops filtering through the canopy and kissing your cheeks; the ink feathering out on the damp xerox of the old map you found in your great-aunt’s attic so you could barely make out the “X” that was supposed to mark the location of the lost Inari shrine… You were cursing how stupid you’d been to go on a wild goose chase into the mountains with no cell service and no marked trail to look for a shrine that no one had seen in decades. You definitely weren’t singing.)

But Atsumu remembers it differently. No matter how many times you explain that you were just talking to yourself, when he replays the sound of your voice back then (reaching and lilting and falling, the way the birds talk to each other in the early morning, except the music of it was poured into syllables and words), it sounds like you’re singing. He wasn’t sure at first, hadn’t heard a voice that wasn’t Osamu’s in so many years that he gets tired counting them, but then he saw you push into view from between two bushes and he thought, a human!

A girl, too—it was hard to say at first because you were wearing that weird, slick jacket of yours, so bright yellow it was like an oversized flower blooming out of the grass, but then you tilted your head up to feel the rain on your face and the hood fell down and he knew. Not just a human, a girl! Atsumu wanted to yell for Osamu, make him come and confirm that there was a person wandering around not a mile from the shrine. A real person! Singing and smiling and wiping the rain off her cheeks (does that mean you like the rain, just like he does? did you come out to feel it too?) But he also wanted to surprise Osamu so he hid his tails and his ears and came down from the tree and asked if you had lost your way in the forest, since you were so far from any path…

When you think back on this yourself you’re amazed that you just went with him: a strange boy (man?) wearing a fox mask and traditional Shinto priest robes, which were somehow pristine white and red despite him having appeared from nowhere in the middle of a dense forest, who told you he had no idea what direction the village was but he could take you to the Inari shrine you’d been searching for…well. Maybe you were too surprised to be wary, or maybe you were just exhausted and lost. But you like to think you had a sense of it even then, the irrational belief that the boy in the woods was not just a boy in the woods.

Atsumu thinks you knew. Humans always understand, even when they try not to… He remembers, he took your hand that day in the forest and you saw that the claws on his fingers were too long to be human, and you said nothing because on some level you already felt it. Your skin was cool then, smooth and damp from the rain; he wanted to stop, run his hands up your arms, touch the places on your face where your mouth had been turned up at the corners and press his fingers into your cheeks.

🤍 corporate ethics /// Kuroo x f!Reader

Summary: [Office AU] The new junior marketing associate just happens to be Kuroo’s favorite camgirl, and he’s having trouble keeping his hands to himself.

Tags/Warnings: boss/employee, businessman!Kuroo as a reformed player, camgirl reader, this excerpt has a lil bit of 18+ content 👀

Status: 1.2k words written out of 4k? words total

Kuroo doesn’t watch porn.

It’s not, like, a moral principle or something. He has nothing against pornography. As far as he knows, it’s perfectly normal for single men. He just doesn’t like it…unless it’s you.

When he was in school it was easy. Being a teenager meant being so flooded with hormones that a warm breeze could get him up, and the adrenaline rush of winning a game was better than any big-titted porn actress faking moans into a shit-quality boom mic. Sure, he watched porn back then (what teenage boy didn’t?), but it was more out of curiosity than necessity. It was all kind of a mystery at that point, the way it can only be when you’re a clueless virgin and you and all your friends are too busy practicing for the next game to get girls.

Somehow Bokuto was the first one in their friend group to lose his virginity, and the memory of the dumbass self-consciously describing the experience has been lodged in Kuroo’s brain for the 10+ years since. “It was…I don’t know. She smelled good. You know how girls always smell good?” Bokuto’s hands twitched and his face was pink. “It’s just really…soft.”

Soft was right, Kuroo would reflect when he got laid for the first time a few months later. Soft, warm, wet. Sex was awkward at first, but before he knew it it was more natural than breathing.

It didn’t change much after high school, either. He didn’t get into volleyball for the groupies, but they didn’t hurt. There were girls when he played for his college team, more girls when he joined a business frat, so many girls he couldn’t keep track…they blurred together after a while. It didn’t take effort. You don’t need game when you’re 6’2 and you’re in the gym 40 hours a week, and you definitely don’t need porn.

So he never got into it. Now that he’s promoting volleyball instead of playing, things are more complicated. Kuroo’s never been the type who expects things to fall in his lap, but there are so many rules when it comes to dating in the real world. Good morning texts, anniversaries, flowers, parents. It’s exhausting. One time—seriously, just one time—Kuroo misses his girlfriend’s birthday to go watch a Jackals game, and the next time he sees her she throws her drink on him in public and keys his car. After that, Kuroo decides that until he’s ready to settle down there will be no more girlfriends. Which means no more reliable sex. Which means resorting to porn.

Which means you.

You, batting your eyelashes at the camera and biting the side of your lip. You, purring and mewing like a kitten. You, lying back on your pretty pink bedsheets in your pretty pink lingerie, sliding your hands between your legs. It takes Kuroo a full month to decide to pay for access to your website (Kenma’s unsolicited recommendation) but it takes less than five minutes for him to upgrade access to premium. You look like a wet dream—no, you look like the centerfold of every dirty magazine Kuroo managed to get his hands on when he was younger. Pristine and alluring and so deliciously out of reach.

And you make it so simple. No delicate emotional games with rules Kuroo never bothered to learn. No pretending to care how your day was. You untie the little bows on the side of your panties and lick your fingers and Kuroo just has to take his dick out and watch you. Getting off hasn’t been this easy for him since college. You’re a camgirl, you exist on his computer screen, and that’s how he likes it.

Which makes it a lot more awkward when Kuroo finds out that the only woman he’s gotten off to in the past…year, maybe?…somehow just got hired in JVA’s sports promotion department as his junior associate.

Your prim work blouse is buttoned up to the collar and your makeup is different, but he knows it’s you. You have to tell him your name twice because he’s too stunned to respond the first time, and even then he can’t summon up more of a response than a curt nod because his mouth tastes like dirt.

You smile a little awkwardly at his cool reception, and the hand you’d extended out to shake swings back down to your side. “Um, the guy at HR said he sent up my info yesterday…I’ll be working directly underneath you?”

Directly underneath me. Kuroo is taking a sip of his coffee when you say this. He doesn’t spit it out, but it’s close.

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dean-samw67 · 3 years ago

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This is Hell

Chapter 11: Season 2 Episode 5

Warnings: Fire, Death, Scars

(I know I am awful with flashbacks and this chapter didn't flow the best but I needed to show a little backstory and needed more fluff. I hope you all still enjoy.)

Words: 1353

Harper was sitting around with Devon at the dinner table with the group they had found. The people were welcoming and had supplies, even for Jill. It was a small group but it was all they needed. Jill was napping upstairs in the nursery, along with another couple's baby who had been staying here. Devon takes Harper’s hand in his and kisses the back of her hand before returning to eat, Harper smiling at him.

“So do you guys have anyone else?” Nikki, one of the girls from the group, asks.

“With us, no. But my sister, her husband and my nephew are out there. Hopefully.” Harper answers.

“Well it’s a good thing you got here when you did.” Greg, Nikki’s husband, smiles as he pours a glass of wine.

“How did you all come together?” Devon questions, stroking his wife's hand with his thumb.

“We lost people, found each other just barely getting out alive. Found this building and decided to take shelter. It quickly became a home for us.” Another one of the girls explains, Grace.

“And now we have you guys.” Nikki says.

“We’re just happy we could be here. Be a part of this. Find a safe place for our little girl.” Harper nods.

***

Harper and Devon were sitting on a couch in a make-shift living room the others had set up. It was just the two of them. Devon leans over and plants kisses to her neck. Harper giggles and pushes him back.

“We can’t do that here.” She laughs.

“Come on. No one is in here right now. We can make it quick.” He chuckles.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“That’s why you fell in love with me.” Harper shakes her head in amusement and leans in, kissing him. A loud explosion pulls them apart from each other. They both get up and rush to find the others.

“What’s happening!?” Harper exclaims. There is another loud explosion. Nikki comes running out of the kitchen, the ceiling caves in and falls on her, her screams only lasting a second before going quiet. Harper lets out a loud gasp. “Jillian!” She runs toward the stairs and begins running up them, Devon right behind her. She is cut off at the top as a large burning piece of wood falls in front of her. She stares in the room through the flames, hearing cries from her baby pierce the air.

“No! No! My baby girl!” She screams and Devon has to hold her from jumping into the fire herself and killing herself too. He drags her downstairs as the fire spreads behind them. He ran towards the door but got cut off. He looks around, holding Harper in his arms.

Harper lets out a cry of pain and he looks down at the fire that spread too close and lit on her pants. He yanks her away and rips off his flannel, putting the fire out with it. He picks her up and carries her to the nearest window. He pried it open and pushed her out of the building. He goes to climb out with her and a pillar falls on top of him. Harper let out a scream as tears streamed down her cheeks, her hand covering her mouth.

Bullets start shooting her way and she ducks down, running into the woods, as best she could with her burnt ankle. She goes as far as her legs could carry her before she falls to the ground. She rolls in a ball and just cries. Why them? Why not her?

***

Harper sat with her knees to her chest, back against a tree, near the camp on the farm. Her hand was under her pant leg and she had her boots off, caressing her scar on her ankle. She had it wrapped up for a good while. She was shocked Daryl never noticed, or never said anything if he did notice. She was forever scarred with that night, not only mentally but physically too.

It would forever be a reminder that this was her fault. She suggested taking shelter there. She was the one who found the building. She was the one who didn’t think it was an issue to let Jill sleep upstairs. Tears form at the corner of her eyes as she feels each groove and mark in the skin of her ankle. She shakes her head as she looks down at the ground, trying to shake her thoughts.

No matter how hard she tried she always ended up back here. Back in these thoughts. It was killing her slowly. But what was she going to do about it?

She pulls her pant leg back down, slips her boots on and stands. She heads over to the tent Daryl had been moved to. Andrea was just leaving as Harper approached. Harper glares at her before going inside the tent.

“What did she want?” Harper scoffs.

“To apologize. And give me books without pictures.” He rolls his eyes as he tosses it aside. Harper sits beside where he was laying, on top of a sleeping bag. She looks over at him, eyes moving to his exposed chest and over his scars. Daryl notices where her eyes go and he pulls his shirt closed.

“What happened?” She moves her eyes to his face.

“Nothin’ important.” He buttons his shirt up.

“I have a scar too. A… bad reminder.” She bites her lower lip. He glances over at her.

“I know you’ve seen it. Just never said anything.”

“It’s different.”

“That may be. But both of our scars are a reminder of something bad that happened. Am I correct?” He doesn’t say anything to that. She pulls off her boot and lifts her pant leg, exposing the burn scar to him. He stares at it for a moment before looking at her face. “I don’t like people seeing, or talking about it. But sometimes, you just need someone to open up to.” She looks at him with a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She moves her leg over closer to him.

“You wanna touch it? It is kinda cool, I guess. In a gross way.” She laughs, joking around.

“You’re weird.” He chuckles.

“I’m sure you’ve done grosser things.” She shrugs. That was true. He couldn’t deny that.

Harper gasps, quietly, not expecting him to gently run his fingers along the scar. His touch was soft, sending butterflies to Harper’s stomach. It was a weirdly intimate feeling, letting someone beside herself touch her scar like that. She just watches him as he examines the marking. He pulls his hand away and pulls himself up to sit.

“Hey, don’t push yourself.” She leans toward him, holding her hands up. He unbuttons his shirt all the way down and pulls off the fabric from his upper body, letting it fall behind him. He turns enough so she can see his back.

She is reluctant at first before she reaches a shaking hand to a scar in his back. She is careful as her fingers caress along the damaged skin. Daryl closes his eyes, taking in the feeling. He still never understood how she was so gentle.

Harper moves to each scar, wondering who or what did this to him. She leans forward and presses soft kisses to the scars on his back. Her arms wrap around his waist, careful of his stitches, as she kisses her way up to his shoulder.

All she wanted to do was show him a little love, and in this moment Daryl wanted to give into it. He wanted to let her take care of him. Harper peppers kisses across the top of his shoulders. Daryl lets out a shaky breath.

“You are perfect, you know?” Harper whispers against her skin. He didn’t believe her. Why would he? He knew he wasn’t perfect. She only says that because she didn’t know everything about him. He just shakes his head and instead of saying anything he closes his eyes, taking in this moment while he could. Because he knew one day he wouldn’t have this anymore.

Chapter 12~

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wayward-dreamer · 4 years ago

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A Man of Action

Square/s Filled: Intercrural Sex (Kink Bingo), Director!Jensen (AU Bingo)

AO3 Link: Read Here

Pairing: Director!Jensen x Female!Actor!Reader

Word count: 6,516

Rating: Explicit - 18+!

Summary: While directing his episode of Supernatural, Jensen and Y/N, the female guest star of the week, can’t hide their attraction for each other any longer. A little fun in his trailer is nearly over before it starts, but they find ways to keep each other satisfied.

Created for @spnkinkbingo, @spnaubingo

Warnings: Swearing, Dirty talk, Smut: Oral Sex (Male and Female receiving), Intercrural sex, ‘Sir’ kink, Implied protected sex in the future.

A/N: My first Jensen one-shot! *cue nervous laughter*... A HUGE thank you to my sister from another mister, my twin @downanddirtydean for being beta on this one! I love her to bits and she really helped me get over my lack of confidence in this one-shot. I hope you guys like it! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

Dividers by @talesmaniac89

Y/N lightly bopped her head along to the slow melody playing from her earphones, as she flicked the page of the book she was reading. Crossing one leg over the other, she steadied the folding tall chair she was sitting on. Glancing up from her book, she smiled as she looked around at the set, waiting for the signal that they were ready to resume.

Y/N watched the crew, hard at work as they fixed lighting, checked the sound and redressed parts of the bunker. Her eyes scanned over the many people who worked tirelessly to make this show, feeling grateful to be even a small part of it herself.

This was her second time on the Supernatural set. She had guest starred in an episode last season, with Kim Rhodes who played Sheriff Jody Mills. Kim had quickly become a great friend, showing the ropes of the set, as did everyone else. She laughed as she remembered messing up her first scene with the stars of the show, Jared and Jensen, and how they quickly reassured her that she didn’t do anything for them to be mad at. They loved to have a laugh as much as the next person and were more often than not the ones who did most of the messing up of takes on purpose.

The first time was quite civil, but considering this was her second episode, Y/N was no longer off limits from the guys’ antics. Jared in particular was a giant goofball, doing everything perfectly on his coverage, and then purposely being bad on hers. Jensen was a little subdued this time around, as he was the director for this episode, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t had any fun.

There was an attraction between them. She felt it from the moment she laid eyes on him when she walked onto the set the year before. He was incredibly kind and absolutely hilarious, and not to mention insanely good-looking. They had talked and laughed about so many things in those 8 days, and she felt herself beginning to feel things for him she probably shouldn’t have. This time around, he may have been directing, but they still talked a lot. He showed her different parts of the stages during lunch breaks, walked her to lunch every day for the last 7 days, and made her feel so welcomed.

Y/N sensed that maybe the attraction wasn’t one sided as she often caught him looking at her, but she couldn’t be too sure and didn’t want to make a fool of herself in case she was wrong in her assumptions.

Y/N smiled as Frida, one of Supernatural’s assistant make-up artists, approached her. Her make-up bag, as well Jensen and Jared’s, were all hanging off of her as she returned a genuine smile to Y/N. She took out her earphones and closed her book, shifting in her chair to face Frida properly.

“Touch up time, already?” she asked, pushing her hair back slightly.

“Yep, we’ll be good to go in about 5,” Frida replied, taking out a brush and running it lightly through some powder. She applied it to Y/N’s face and then worked a little on the touching up the eye make-up. “Looking forward to it?” she added with a laugh.

Y/N cringed, lightly shaking her head. “Dear god, give me strength to get through it.”

“Get through what?” she heard a familiar voice ask.

Y/N’s eyes flicked up to look at Jared as she sat down in his chair, next to her. “To get through your unrelenting need to ruin my coverage.”

Jared laughed, clapping his hands. “It’s just too easy.”

“I know how Misha feels now,” Y/N laughed, closing her eyes as Frida worked on her eyelids.

Frida laughed along with her, nodding. “And Alex too.”

Trish, the head make-up artist, came up behind Frida and took Jared’s bag, getting him ready for the next scene.

“Pretty sure he’s still scarred from that time everyone was out to get him to crack, even Misha,” Trish added, chuckling.

“We’re up and running in 2!” they heard one of the assistant directors call out.

Frida finished up with Y/N as Trish finished touching up Jared’s make-up, allowing Y/N to get up and walk over to the war room set. She walked past crew members and smiled at them, a quick ‘hey’ to each of them as she did. She loved this set more than any other she had worked on. It was only her second time here, but it felt like home, with everyone always welcoming her back with open arms. She didn’t think she would be back a second time, but she was incredibly glad that she was. She loved her character, Lyla, so much and she was over the moon to explore her again.

Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach erupt as she spied Jensen, in a deep conversation with Bob Singer as they looked over some of the dailies on the screens in front of them. He looked amazing, dressed as Dean in his black t-shirt and blue jeans, the white and black flannel draped over a chair close by. He was frowning but nodding along as Bob explained something to him, his scowl making him look even hotter if that was possible.

Suddenly, Jensen turned and walked towards her, his frown immediately morphing into a genuine smile as he approached her. She felt her heartbeat pick up, but she tried to calm herself down as she turned to face him.

“Okay, so we’re getting your coverage first, then Jared’s. I know he’s meant to go first, but making him wait tends to make him cooperate,” Jensen informed her, laughing lightly.

“Going easy on me, huh?” she joked, smiling up at him.

“A little, but you’ve handled it pretty well so far,” Jensen said, folding his arms across his chest. That gesture had killed her every time he did in the last several days, and this time was no different.

“Meh,” she shrugged, laughing. “I can throw it back at him if and when I need to.”

Jensen gave her nod, smiling with an approving look. “I won’t even try to stop you.”

She laughed as she shook her head, Jensen’s relaxed laughter joining hers.

She cleared her throat as she calmed herself, looking up at him. “Do I look okay, Mr. Director, sir?”

Jensen looked into her eyes, finding himself getting lost in Y/N’s beautiful features. He certainly wasn’t good at hiding his feelings for her, not the first time he met her and definitely not now. She was stunning, but she was also open and generous, kind and a total badass. He really wanted to ask her out and see where things went between them, but considering they were in their last day of filming, and she was more than likely leaving the next day, he knew he had missed his chance.

“You look great,” he told her, honestly and hoping she’d see how he meant it as more than just a director approving of her look for the episode.

Things moved pretty quickly from there, as Jensen left to sit behind the screens at video village, the cameras turned on and framed Y/N in the shot with the rest of the war room behind her, Jared stood to the side making sure to hit the mark and be in her right eye line. Everyone buzzed around them before José came in with the tail slate and called the take.

“Action!” they heard Jensen call out.

Y/N instantly fell into character, looking at Jared as ‘Sam’ and smiling. “How does Dean feel about this?”

Jared didn’t move considering the camera wasn’t on him, but he delivered the next line. “It took him a while to get used to the idea of Jack, but he got there eventually.”

Y/N nodded, staying in character. “You know what you’re doing, teaching Jack the ropes of this life… that’s amazing.”

Jared scoffed. “It didn’t exactly work though.”

“He’ll come back, Sam. He will. He just has to figure out what’s going on with his powers and he’ll come back to the bunker.” She finished the line but frowned, thinking it over. “Wait, sorry. Is it “come back to the bunker” or something else?”

One of the crew members quickly looked over the sides, and then shook their head. “It’s ‘come back home.’”

“Fuck, okay,” she groaned, annoyed with herself. “Sorry.”

“You’re fine, Y/N. Just take it from the same line,” Jensen reassured her, and she took in the patience in his voice. He was so damn good at this and she felt incredibly safe with him as a director and as an actor. She recalled how many times someone was awful to her just for messing up slightly, and how crappy she felt afterwards. She had never felt that on the Supernatural set, and she was so thankful for that.

“Let’s keep rolling,” Jensen informed everyone. “Y/N, when you’re ready.”

She nodded. Waiting a few seconds, she then continued. “He’ll come back, Sam. He will. He just has to figure out what’s going on with his powers and he’ll come back home.”

“It’s ‘to the bunker’,” Jared said, trying to be serious as he tried to mess her up.

“You’re an ass,” she laughed, shaking her head.

Jared laughed that mad laugh she had actually come to love very quickly, and she joined in. They descended into a fit of giggles, knowing full well it wasn’t that funny, but it somehow got to them anyway.

Jensen watched the screen in front of him, his eyes never leaving Y/N. Her laugh was infectious, and she looked even more beautiful when she did, making his heartbeat wildly in his chest. Knowing he had to break up the laugh fest, regretfully, he stood up from his chair.

“Alright, we’re good on Y/N’s coverage. Let’s move on and then we can break for lunch,” he announced.

The bell sounded as every present crew member hurried around the set, getting set up to shoot Jared’s coverage.

Y/N looked up and saw Jensen glance over at her. He smiled that smile she found herself wanting to see every second of every day, making her feel lightheaded and the butterflies flutter in her stomach again. He truly was a sight to behold and she only hoped that something more came of her time on Supernatural.

They managed to get through Jared’s coverage pretty quickly, Y/N doing off-camera dialogue for him as he had done for her. The bell sounded again, and Jensen called lunch. Everyone walked towards craft services, chatting about different parts of their lives. Jensen was talking with Bob, but after quickly making some decisions, he moved away and walked up to Y/N.

She looked up at Jensen as she felt him next to her, smiling brightly. They walked side by side through the lot, past all the pick-up trucks, SUVs and large trailers that housed the different departments of production. For the last 7 days, this had been a regular occurrence, him walking her to the lunch tent. On the 8th and final day of filming, it was no exception. She could feel the attraction between them, and a part of her hoped that he might ask her out, but she would even settle for a casual hook-up at that point.

“Ah, fuck,” he muttered, as he suddenly stopped short while looking down at his phone. “My phone’s about to die. Mind if we make a quick detour to my trailer so I can charge it up?”

“Lead the way,” she said, smiling as she gestured for him to go ahead. She followed him to his trailer, stepping in behind him.

As he looked around for a charger, she turned to every angle of the trailer, taking it in. It was big and spacious, with a large flat screen and comfortable couch, a bed at the other end and a nice kitchenette, but that was it. There was nothing outlandish and unnecessary in there.

“Nice to know there’s no aquarium in here,” she laughed, folding her arms.

Jensen scoffed a laugh as he shook his head. “Yeah, they really went overboard with that one.”

Finding a charger, he plugged it in and put his phone on charge. He turned to her, arms out as he brought attention to the trailer.

“So, this is it,” he said, his hands coming down and straight into his pockets. “As glamorous as you pictured, right?”

“Oh, much more than I was expecting,” she said, pretending to be serious. They looked at each other and laughed, as she shook her head. “I like it. It certainly doesn’t scream lead of a TV show slash on and off director.”

“What does it scream then?” he asked, looking down at her as she moved closer to him.

“Just a regular guy underneath all that star power,” she replied, her hand coming up and softly grazing his covered bicep.

She looked at him, her eyes never leaving his. It was clear to both of them that there was something between them. The minute she stepped onto set earlier than week, Jensen knew he was done for.

“Can I ask you something?” he wondered, his tongue darting out and licking at his lips, nervously. That little gesture had nearly sent her to her knees so many times that week, and in that moment, she felt like she would if he did it again.

“Shoot,” she told him.

His hand came up and took hers, his fingers intertwining with her delicate ones. “When can I see you again?”

“I don’t know. I’m leaving at noon tomorrow,” she said, moving closer to him and taking in the smell of his cologne.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered, his head dropping forward to rest his forehead against hers. “Tell me I’m not fucking insane, and you feel something for me too.”

“You’re not,” she whispered in return, shaking her head against his. “The only thing fucking insane is that we didn’t do anything the minute we met.”

That was the only in Jensen needed. His hands cupped Y/N’s cheeks and pulled her face up, his lips pressing into hers in a rough but sensual kiss. Her hands roamed his chest, fisting his black t-shirt in her hands, trying to bring him in closer. They pulled away for a brief moment, breathing into each other heavily as they tried to catch their breath. They quickly stripped out of the clothes they were wearing, careful not to tug harshly as they were the costumes they’d have to put back on. Cupping her face again, he smirked as he moved them over to the couch.

“On your knees,” he instructed.

She huffed a laugh as she grinned. “Yes, sir.”

He quickly unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down, sitting back on the couch as she moved down to her knees in front of him. She tugged at his boxers and pulled them down, his hard cock springing free. She gasped as she smiled, her hand slowly wrapping around the shaft.

“Put my cock in your mouth, baby,” he demanded, his hand coming up to her hair and wrapping into it, tugging her closer.

She hummed as she moved closer, her tongue licking a stripe up his shaft. “You gonna direct me, sir?”

He groaned as he bit his lip, smirking. “Yeah, and if it’s anything like it is on set, I know you’ll hit your mark.”

She sucked at the tip of his cock, her tongue circling the head before she moved down, taking his length into her mouth. She bobbed her head, her spit coating his cock as she built up a rhythm.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Your mouth’s so fucking perfect, Y/N.”

She looked up at him, taking him deeper into her mouth.

“Hold still, darlin’,” he muttered in his sudden Texas drawl, his hand gathering her hair into his palm, the other cupping her face.

She stilled her movement, as he began thrusting up into her mouth at a fast pace. His cock hit the back of her throat, causing her to moan each time it did.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, looking down at her. “Look so good with my cock between your lips.”

Her saliva covered his cock, the glugging sound loud as he slipped in and out of her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening from the pressure of his hard cock against the back of her throat. His hand pressed down on her head, making her take his length into her mouth all the way to the base, holding her in place. She moaned to avoid gagging, thankful she didn’t have a gag reflex. He pulled her up, his cock leaving her mouth with a wet pop, a harsh breath leaving her lips as air came back into her lungs.

“Can’t wait to fuck you,” he said, cupping her face in his hands and bringing her lips to hers.

He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, throwing her down on it. She squealed as she bounced on the mattress, a naughty smile on her face as she looked up at him.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” she muttered, as her eyes raked over his body.

“I should be saying that about you,” he smirked, getting onto the bed and holding himself up above her.

He leaned down, kissing her passionately, before trailing down her jaw, neck and down to her breasts. His flicked his tongue over her nipple, his hand coming up to roll the other between his fingers.

“Fuck,” she moaned, as his felt his other hand move down her body.

He smirked as he sucked her nipple, feeling the slick between her legs. He released the nub and looked down at her, his fingers running through her folds and finding her clit. She moaned loudly, forgetting where she was for a moment, as she felt his fingers circle the bundle of nerves.

“Shh, baby,” he whispered, as he looked down into her eyes. “Can’t let the crew hear us.”

“Jensen… fuck me,” she whimpered, as she cupped his face.

Taking one of her hands off her face, he pinned it to the bed above her head. A chill ran down her spine as she looked into his eyes, now dark with arousal.

“Say it properly and I will,” he ordered, his voice gravelly and demanding.

She gulped but smiled tentatively. “Please fuck me, sir.”

“Good,” he said, before he leaned down and kissed her lips, once then twice.

They continued their passionate embrace, Y/N’s arms wrapping around Jensen’s neck as one of her hands combed into his short hair at the nape of his neck. Their lips moved against each other’s roughly and sensually, as they became desperate to feel more of each other. He held his cock and ran it along her folds, her wetness slicking his shaft and a clear sign that she was more than ready for him. However, his movements suddenly stopped as an unfair realization came to him.

“Shit,” he muttered, pulling his lips away from hers. He looked down at her as an annoyed expression graced his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, suddenly worried she had done something wrong.

“I just remembered… I don’t have any condoms,” he replied, grimacing as he held himself up above her. “I don’t do this… well, ever. So, I don’t have anything.”

Her frown matched his. “I’m not on the pill right now, either.”

He nodded, trying to smile reassuringly and hide his disappointment. She knew that he was though, because she was too. She was desperate to feel him against her and inside her.

“I guess we better get to lunch, then,” she muttered softly, pushing herself up on her elbows. Her face was close to his, causing her to lean over and kiss his plump lips, softly.

“I just want to feel you,” he whispered against her lips, leaning in.

“Me too,” she said, in an equally hushed tone before his lips claimed hers again.

An idea suddenly came to him and he just hoped that she would be okay with it.

“Trust me?” he asked, softly as he looked into her eyes.

She smiled up at him, nodding slowly. “Yes, sir.”

He smirked as he helped her lie down on the bed again, bringing her legs up to rest her ankles on his shoulders. He shifted back until he was standing, her behind now on the edge of the bed.

Jensen smirked as his eyes darkened, taking hold of his cock and slapping it over her mound a few times. He moved Y/N’s thighs closer together, until they met around his cock. Slowly, he began to thrust, sliding his cock between her thighs in a gentle and sensual pace. She moaned softly, the new sensation of feeling his shaft against the skin of her inner thighs awakening something within her. He groaned, biting his lip at this new found arousal as he continued to move between her legs.

“How do I feel, sweetheart?” he asked, looking down at her.

“So good,” she moaned, looking at him. His ‘sweetheart’ gave her Dean vibes, which was definitely something she was adding to her list of kinks.

He picked up speed, his thrusts between her legs now a moderate pace. He gripped her thighs tight in his hands, which would no doubt leave bruises that she would get to admire later.

“Fuck,” he growled, his jaw clenching as he felt the pressure around his cock. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Shit,” she hissed. A small laugh left her mouth as she shook her head. “If this is anything to go by, I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

He chuckled as he nodded. “Can’t wait to fuck you either, Y/N. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock, taking me so well.”

“Jensen,” she moaned softly. She remembered to keep quiet in case of wandering ears of crew members.

His hand came up and back down on her thigh, smacking her hard enough to make her yelp and get her attention. He looked at her with his darkened eyes, stern and somewhat frightening, which only aroused her more.

“Last time I checked, I’m still your director,” he groaned, grasping her thighs tight. “Touch yourself.”

She moaned as her hands came up to her breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples as she looked up at him. He grunted as he watched her, one of hands slipping down between her legs. His fingers found her clit, rubbing them in tight circles around the swollen nub.

“Fuck! Jensen,” she moaned, breathlessly. “Make me cum.”

He chuckled as he shook his head, his fingers slowing down to a torturous pace. “Not yet, baby.”

“Please,” she begged, her chest heaving with her shallow breaths.

“You have to ask better than that, Y/N,” he informed her, the smirk still on his face.

“Please,” she whimpered. She moved one of her hands down, trying to touch her clit but he smacked it away, not giving up the control he had in that moment. “Please, sir… please make me cum.”

“Let’s make a deal, baby,” he suggested, an eyebrow raised as he continued to thrust between her thighs. He groaned, knowing he was close to his own release. “Make me cum first between these perfect thighs, and I’ll let you cum… all over my face.”

She moaned loudly, nodding frantically. The idea of his mouth on her where she wanted him most was too much to bear.

Pressing her thighs together firmly, Jensen’s thrusts became quicker and erratic, getting closer to falling over the edge. He growled as the pressure around his hard cock built, feeling it pulse with his impending release.

“Fuck,” he groaned. His hips faltered as he gripped tightly at the flesh of her thighs. He threw his head back, as he let go of her legs, and grasped his cock in his hand. He pumped his hand along his shaft, biting his lip as he looked down at her spread out on his bed. She sat up on her elbows, smiling up at him as she moved his hand away, taking over for him as her hand moved up and down along his cock.

“Oh fuck, Y/N,” he let out a guttural moan as her hand picked up speed. Ropes of his cum spurted out of his cock, landing on her stomach. She continued to pump him, making sure he gave her everything he had, relishing in the warmth of his release against her skin.

He breathed heavily, his hand cupping her face as he smiled at her. “Your turn.”

Moving his hand to her shoulder, he pushed her back lightly, smiling as she laughed. He got down on his knees, grasping her hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed. Y/N laughed as she slipped down, moving her hands up to her breasts and pinching her nipples. He smirked as he looked up at her, his tongue licking a stripe up her folds. He moaned at the taste of her, feeling how wet she was already from just fucking her thighs.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned loudly, as she felt his stubble against the inside of thighs. She bit down on her lip, trying to keep herself quiet as he continued to run his tongue along her folds, the vibrations of his moans running through her.

“Taste so fucking good, Y/N,” he muttered against her mound, looking up at her. “So perfect.”

He moved his mouth to her clit, moving his tongue in tight circles around the nub. Her hands came down and grabbed his short hair, clenching tightly as she pressed her lips together. His hand came up, slowly inserting a finger into her wet entrance, moving it in and out of her. He added another finger and began to thrust them back and forth, the pads of his fingers hitting her g-spot every time. She whimpered as he picked up speed, his perfect mouth sucking at her clit as he continued to move his fingers.

He released her clit from his mouth, kissing her inner thigh as he moved up her leg.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered against her skin, placing small nips along the inside of her thigh.

He looked at her, the smile never leaving his face. She pushed herself up on her elbow, her other hand still in his hair. Leaning up, he kissed her roughly as he continued to thrust his fingers into her. She moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. She felt the familiar feeling of her release approaching, the coil winding tighter and tighter.

“You ready to cum for me, sweetheart?” he asked, his breath fanning against her lips.

“Yeah,” she gasped, nodding as she looked into his eyes. “Make me cum.”

“Make me cum… what?” he asked, his voice gravelly. A deep rumble erupted from his chest as he laughed with a mischievous grin.

She whimpered, gripping his hair harshly. “Make me cum, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praised, moving his head back down again.

Jensen moved his mouth back to her clit, his fingers picking speed as he hit that sweet spot inside of her with precision. Y/N looked down at him, still leaning on her elbow to give her a better view. She held his head in place, fearing he’d move if she removed her hand. He licked at her clit, the sounds of her wetness and his ministrations reaching her ears and causing a string of soft moans and whimpers to leave her lips. His mouth sucked at her, his tongue moving around the nub tightly and his fingers thrusting, faster and faster. She bit down on her lip, nearly drawing blood as the coil in her belly snapped. A harsh, strangled whimper of his name left her lips, as she came hard on his tongue and fingers. He lapped at her folds, taking in her juices before he moved his head away, smiling at her.

With a quick kiss to Y/N’s thigh, Jensen got up and fell back on the bed next to her. She breathed heavily as she looked at him, trying to catch her breath. Turning his head, he looked into her eyes. He turned onto his side, moving closer to her. His lips hovered close to hers, his eyes flicking between all the features of her face. She moved in the rest of the way, kissing him softly. Their lips moved passionately against each other’s, not wanting to let go. As much as he didn’t want to let go, he knew they had a schedule to keep today before they wrapped later that night.

“We only have 20 minutes left,” he mumbled, regretfully against her lips.

She nodded, sadly. “We should go.”

They both got up from the bed, cleaning themselves up and getting dressed again in relative silence. The only sounds were the rustling of fabrics and shoes on the floor of the trailer. Y/N fixed her hair as much as she could in the mirror, her eyes continuously flicking over to Jensen as he did the same, fixing the mess she had made of his short locks. With one last look at each other, Jensen opened the door of the trailer and looked around, letting her out first when he saw that no one was around. They walked to the lunch tent, receiving a few questions on their whereabouts. Jensen was quick to tell everyone he took Y/N to see some of the fan favourite props of the show, and Y/N was glad that people believed him, for the most part.

They ate quickly, both of them silent as they sat across from each other. Y/N didn’t know if they weren’t talking because they are was awkwardness after what happened, or whether it was because he didn’t want to accidentally say something about it in front of the crew. Quite frankly, she was fine with not talking about it just yet. She wasn’t sure where they go from here. Did Jensen want to see her again? If so, would it be just to sleep together finally, or did he want more?

She didn’t think she wanted to know the answers to those questions. Not yet anyway.

Little did she know, the same questions were running through Jensen’s head. He enjoyed what happened back in his trailer, but sue him if he didn’t want more with her. He wanted to go the full home run with her, but if he was being completely honest, he wanted to see her again and again. He wanted to ask her out and see where they go from there.

He knew he had to take a leap of faith and ask her before she left town, because who knew when she would return.

They were back on the bunker set, this time in the war room to shoot the last scene Y/N would be in. It was interesting that Y/N’s character leaving at the end of the episode was the second last scene they were filming, but that was where it happened to land. It was like it happened organically, which was rare for their set during filming.

Jensen was standing at the head of the map table, Jared next to him as Y/N stood across from them. Video village was set up at the other end of the library, giving them more room in the war room for lighting and boom mics. Things were quiet as they fell into their characters, Y/N slinging the duffle bag over her shoulder, as the assistant director called ‘action’.

“Thanks for your help. We really owe you one,” Jared said as ‘Sam’.

She smiled at him, shaking her head. “You really don’t.”

Jensen gave her that signature ‘Dean Winchester’ look, the one that said he was thinking about how to approach a subject. “You know where to find us if we do.”

“You’re buying the six-pack next time,” she said, chuckling slightly.

“Done,” ‘Dean’ said, smirking at her. She smiled at Jensen, finding that her genuine smile to him seeped into the scene.

“See you boys around,” she said, nodding at them. She turned on her heeled ankle boots, walking towards the staircase. With one glance over her shoulder, she gave them a small wave which they returned. She took the stairs all the way up, hearing the AD call ‘cut’.

“Alright, let’s see,” Jensen muttered as he walked over to video village.

Y/N walked down the stairs and over to the map table and placed the duffle bag on it. She waited to hear whether they would have to do another take or not.

“Alright, check the gate! Moving on!” Jensen called out. “That’s a wrap on Y/N Y/L/N!”

He quickly came out from behind the screens, walking over to her and Jared. All the crew around her clapped, as she gave them a small curtsy, laughing as Jared came over and hugged her.

It wasn’t the usual treatment of guest stars, as they usually came in and did the work and then left but considering there was buzz that her character might make a return, they wanted her to feel at home with all of them. They were kind to people with even the smallest of roles, so Y/N always knew she’d be in safe hands with the Supernatural crew.

Y/N hung around to say goodbye as they shot the last scene between the boys. In that time, she sat with her laptop, hoping she could change her flight to leave in a few days. With luck, she managed to find one leaving Vancouver in 5 days’ time, giving her plenty of time to stick around and explore these feelings she had for the handsome green-eyed actor. She couldn’t wait to tell him.

Given that Jared and Jensen had such a great shorthand with each other, they worked quickly to get the work done. Jensen called a wrap on the episode, and they all congratulated him on the amazing work he did. Everyone began to pack things up, the make-up ladies heading to their trailer as Y/N walked with them. She removed all her make-up, freshened up and then got changed into her clothes she wore to set that morning.

Y/N said her goodbyes to Trish and Frida, followed by the rest of the crew and Bob Singer. Jared swooped in for another big hug, nearly breaking her in half with the pressure of his arms around her.

“Jesus, you don’t know your own strength, you know that?” she said, cringing in slight pain as she turned and twisted, trying to get feeling back in her body.

“Hey, not my fault you can’t handle it,” he laughed, patting her back. “Alright, I’m out of here. I hope I’ll see you soon.”

“Me too,” she smiled, as he enveloped her in a softer but still warm hug. She decided to leave out the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere just yet, wanting to tell Jensen first.

Jared walked towards the parking lot, heading for the SUV that Cliff was waiting by. They were no doubt waiting on Jensen, who had been finishing up some paperwork after wrapping the episode. Y/N slung her bag over her shoulder, walking towards his trailer in search of him. Reaching the door, she knocked a few times and waited. The door opened, a tired but smiling Jensen greeting her.

“Hey,” he smiled, leaning against the door frame.

“So… I have some news,” she told him, a smile playing at her lips.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, his eyebrows raised as he folded his arms across his chest. His arms were exposed thanks to his black t-shirt, and she suddenly felt like her skin was on fire. She tried not to show her disappointment when he put on his jacket and grabbed his backpack, shutting off the light in the trailer as he closed the door.

She nodded, stepping down from the stairs to the trailer and turning to him. “I changed my flight. I’m leaving in 5 days.”

Jensen felt his heart skip a beat with that news. He nodded, the smile growing bigger on his face. “Well… you want to come over tonight? We can pick up where we left off.”

She bit her lip, nodding slowly. “I’d love to.”

Keeping up the pretence that there wasn’t anything going on, Jensen went back home with Cliff driving him to his apartment. Y/N called an Uber, knowing that if she had joined them Jared and Cliff would question what was happening. She and Jensen hadn’t spoken about it, but they both knew that there wasn’t anything to say to anyone until they figured it out themselves. For now, she wanted him in ways she’s never wanted anyone else and she was more than ready to see what he was capable of.

Reaching Jensen’s apartment, Y/N went up to his floor and down the hall, knocking on his door, noting that it was the right one from the text he had sent while she was in the Uber. The door swung open, and she grinned as Jensen smirked at her, letting her in. She took in the apartment, with its beautiful view of the city lights twinkling at night, a large screen TV and comfortable couch, and his guitar on the wall closest to her. However, as nice as it was that wasn’t where her mind was in that moment.

Turning around, Y/N looked at him, his eyes reflecting the same things she was feeling. They moved towards each other, their lips meeting in a rough, but sensual kiss as they wrapped their arms around each other. Pushing and pulling at each other’s clothes, their lips continued to move against each other, not wanting to stop.

“Thank god you changed your flight,” he mumbled against her swollen lips. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, grabbing his shoulders and jumping up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

His hands immediately supported her as he carried her off to his bedroom.

By the time they came up for air, the sun was rising, and Jensen had to leave to go to work for the first day of the next episode. With a promise of returning later that day, he told Y/N to stay at his apartment, telling her she could use whatever she wanted before he had to leave.

As she stood on the balcony and looked out at the view with her morning coffee, she had never been more thankful to a job she had taken. She made some great friends already, there was a buzz that she may come back for more episodes, and she had met the most incredible man who she couldn’t wait to explore more with.

She found herself repeating Jensen’s words from the night before as she smiled into her morning cup of caffeine.

Thank god she changed her flight.

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