#tomorrow is the last bad buddy friday

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Butter

Joel Miller x F!Reader

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Rating: None

Summary: What if Joel doesn't forget to buy himself a cake for his birthday? But by the time he remembers, all the bakeries in his neighbourhood are closed - except yours.

Warnings: No outbreak AU, pure fluff, mentions of baking and food, meet cute, some sexual tension but very mild stuff compared to my other fics, single dad!Joel being a sexy menace, reader has a nickname related to her job, reader has an accent similar to Joel, very lightly edited, not my best work, but I'm in my writing for fun era 💁🏻‍♀️

Word count: 3.6k

Notes: It's here! This was an exercise in speed writing, and just putting words to paper without overthinking anything. I really enjoyed writing this sweet little piece, this is dedicated to @psychedelic-ink who has been the biggest cheerleader for this idea since day one. Happy birthday to our favourite single dad who never lived through a cordyceps outbreak ❤️

September 26, 2003 was supposed to be a good day.

It’s Friday, after all. Not that the weekend is relevant to you anymore, with Saturdays and Sundays being the busiest days for business. But you have a date for once tonight, and you’re determined to enjoy it.

If you can get the goddamn security shutter to close, that is.

Standing on your tiptoes, you pull futilely at the bottom of the metal shutter with both hands, but it refuses to budge. You lament the sweat seeping through the fabric of the nice dress you changed into, the hem reaching almost indecent heights on the back of your thighs where it’s climbed up. And you don’t have to look at your reflection to know that stress has already smudged the edges of the eyeliner you hurriedly painted on as soon as you got the last customer out the door.

You can be forgiven for not noticing the wash of yellow headlights over the windows of the shop front and the sound of rolling tyres as a truck pulls up on the curb outside the bakery, until a gravelly voice pipes up behind you alongside hurried footsteps.

‘Ma’am, please tell me you’re still open.’

You tap on the ‘Closed’ sign through the window without turning around, determined to wrangle the shutter into submission. ‘Bad luck buddy, come back tomorrow. We open at nine sharp.’

‘No I can’t, I’m so sorry, but I need a cake now.’

Curiosity turns your head, and over your shoulder, you find a broad-shouldered man in a dark tshirt and casual jeans standing a respectful four paces away. Under eyebrows sloping downwards in a pleading angle that matches the slant of his moustache, his warm and imploring eyes are on you.

‘I’m sorry, sir, but I really need to go,’ you say. ‘Can you give me a hand?’

‘Look, I’ll do you one better. I’ll fix the shutter for you for free - if you sell me a cake.’

You purse your lips, the prospect of saving on what looks like an inevitable repair bill tempting. ‘You can fix it?’

‘I’m a contractor,’ he replies, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a battered looking wallet. ‘Here’s my card, if you think I’m bluffin’.’

Miller & Associates is printed in bold across the top, and underneath, is presumably his name and cell number. Glancing up at him, you say, ‘Look, Mr. Miller, I really want to help, but I’m late for a date, and I’m all sold out of cakes today -’

‘I’ll take anything you got. Cupcakes, cookies, whatever you have left,’ he cuts in, then apologises in quick succession, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. ‘I’m sorry to be so pushy - I’m not, usually - but I promised my daughter I’d bring something home, and by the time I remembered, this is the only place I could think of. Please.’

You feel the exact moment your resolve crack, and then fold like a goddamn lawn chair. What can you say, this contractor really knows how to work those puppy eyes, and you can never say no to a man who refuses to let their kid down. 

Especially when the man looks like this.

Shooting off a text to your date to push back your dinner plans, you nod towards the door. ‘Alright. C’mon in, Mr. Miller.’

‘Nice place you got here,’ he remarks politely, hovering by the entrance as the fluorescent lights flicker on, his manners impeccably southern. 

‘You don’t have to flatter me, I’ve already let you in,’ you joke, lips quirking at the way he flusters. ‘But I appreciate it. You been here before?’

When he smiles, you notice the corners of his eyes crinkle charmingly. ‘No, but I know I’ll be comin’ back.’

‘I wasn’t lying when I said I was out of ready-made cakes,’ you tell him, holding the door open to the kitchen so he can come in after you. ‘But I have some cake layers in the fridge so I can put together something fairly quickly.’

He ducks his head in a manner that tells you he’s not used to demanding things, and protests, ‘I don’t want to put you out. I meant it, if you just have some cupcakes or somethin’ -’

‘Listen, you promised your daughter a cake, didn’t you?’ you interrupt.

He shrugs. ‘Well, yeah I did -’

‘I’m guessin’ it’s for a birthday?’

He nods sheepishly. ‘It is.’

‘Well, as a baker, ‘mfraid I can’t let a cakeless birthday happen on my watch, Mr. Miller,’ you insist, opening the fridge door with a flourish. ‘Let’s see what we have here. Cake for three, I assume?’

‘Two, actually.’

Hopefully you’re as discreet as you think you are when your eyes drop to his left hand - his fourth finger is conspicuously ringless.

Interesting.

You hum, considering the mismatched options in your inventory. ‘It’s gonna be a bit of a Frankenstein’s monster of a cake, if you don’t mind. How does chocolate and vanilla layers with cookies and cream frosting sound?’

‘Sounds perfect,’ he answers without skipping a beat. ‘Thank you, ma’am.’

You shake your head, hands full of cake rounds wrapped in cling film as you nudge the fridge close. ‘Please, call me Bri, Mr. Miller.’

‘And you can call me Joel,’ he says in return. ‘Is Bri short for somethin’?’

Laying the cakes on the work surface, you reply, ‘Yeah, Bri for brioche, like the bread. It's a silly nickname.’

The single dad surprises you with a low whistle. ‘Can’t say I saw that comin’.’

You grin. ‘You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, Joel.’

You don’t often have an audience while baking, and you find yourself talking Joel through the steps while you prep everything for assembly.

Swirling a spatula through the tub of buttercream you made earlier that day, you explain, ‘I just need to whip up some of this frosting so that it’s nice and soft for putting the cake together. You wanna help me break up some Oreos so we can make it cookies and cream?’

‘I’m all yours, chef,’ he says, one corner of his mouth curling into a teasing smile that has no business warming the apples of your cheek as it does. ‘Just tell me what to do.’

While your Kitchenaid whirrs to life, whipping air into the buttercream, Joel wields a rolling pin, smashing a generous helping of Oreos into crumbs in a Ziplock bag. The almost exaggerated care with which he moves speaks to inexperience in the kitchen, and you muse that either his kid makes up for it in that department, or they live off takeout.

Eventually, he picks up the bag and looks at you in a question. ‘I think I’m done?’

You smile and tap the lip of the mixing bowl. ‘That’s perfect. Why don’t you tip in the crumbs straight in here?’

Before you can step back to allow him space, Joel’s taken two strides towards you, and his arm brushes your shoulder when he lifts the bag and tilts the contents into the frosting. He’s warm and solid, and damnit, he smells good - like sawdust and sweat.

The thought comes to you unbidden - what a man.

There’s a lull, and only when you feel the weight of eyes on you do you realise that you missed his question.

‘Did you say somethin'?’ you squeak, embarrassed.

‘I said, is this ok?’ he repeats, nodding at the mixing bowl.

You nearly stumble over your words. ‘Yes, yes it’s perfect.’

He watches you closely, a touch of concern in his brown eyes. ‘You ok there, honey?’

‘Yup,’ you chirp, far too cheerfully. ‘Just need to mix it all up now -’

If you had your wits about you, you would stir in the crumbs first and set the machine on low. But this man somehow stole said wits by sheer proximity to you, and you accidentally start the Kitchenaid on high, an indignant yelp escaping you when Oreo dust flies aggressively out of the bowl along with a splatter of white buttercream that lands squarely on the front of your dark knit dress.

‘Oh shit!’ you cry out, frantically turning off the mixer. ‘Shit shit shit!’

Over your panicked mantra, Joel is calmness itself. ‘Hang on, honey, I gotcha.’

He makes a beeline towards the sink, grabbing a tea towel and wets it under the tap with a bit of dishwashing liquid. It all screams competent single dad, and you find yourself staring at his unfairly large hand, mapped with thick veins, holding out the damp towel for you to take.

‘Thanks,’ you stutter self-consciously, the tips of your ears hot while swiping at the stain. ‘That was a rookie mistake. I promise I’m actually a good baker.’

He gives you a wink to put you at ease. ‘Don’t worry, I believe you.’

Starting over, the mixer hums as it gently incorporates the Oreos until the buttercream is a speckled grey and doubled in volume. ‘Looks like it’s ready. You wanna taste, Joel?’

‘Sure,’ he says. ‘D’ya have a spoon or somethin’ for me?’

‘You can use your fingers,’ you reply, and it's too late to take it back.

You feel the back of your neck heating up when he shoots you a meaningful look, just a touch of mischief in the tilt of his lips. 

‘Can I, now?’ he teases.

You try a nonchalant shrug that probably comes off as painfully awkward. ‘This batch is just for you, I won’t tell the health inspector if you don’t.’

Joel chuckles, his strong shoulders quaking. And so you watch, shamelessly, as he raises his right hand, index and middle fingers at the ready, before diving into the metal bowl, scooping up a generous dollop of buttercream. There’s a peek of his pink tongue when his plush lips part, and then he sucks his fingers into his mouth with a gratuitously loud moan, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

When he turns to you with a pained expression on his face, maintaining eye contact all the while licking an errant streak of frosting off the side of his middle finger, you gape at him for a whole five seconds before you manage to unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth.

‘Good?’ you barely manage to squeak.

‘You betcha, honey,’ he declares, then adds, ‘Mind if I double dip?’

He doesn’t mean anything by it, you know it, but a hot flush runs through your body and you swallow thickly. ‘You can do whatever you want, cowboy.’

You don’t think you’re imagining the wicked glint in his answering stare - you’re getting yourself into trouble, and don’t you know it. 

Clearing your throat, you attempt to thwart your mind's dangerous descent into the gutter by changing the subject. ‘So, I can do somethin’ really snazzy that I think your daughter would like - do you know what a piñata cake is?’

He shakes his head. ‘Sounds dangerous.’

‘Hardly,’ you chuckle. ‘It’s a cake filled with sprinkles, so when you cut into it, it’s a sprinkles surprise!’

He lets out a playful sigh of relief. ‘As long as there’s no whackin’ involved, it’s good by me.’

You gesture at him to follow you across the room. ‘And here’s the fun part - you get to choose the sprinkles.’

Joel whistles at the reveal of your compulsively organised sprinkles cabinet, each shelf sorted by colour, shape and size. He quips, ‘Is this what the inside of your brain looks like, honey?’

You grin. ‘Pretty much. What’s your daughter’s name?’

‘Sarah.’

‘What colour does Sarah like?’

‘Any and all shades of pink.’

‘I can work with that.’

Now that everything is ready and waiting on the work surface, you pull out a lazy Susan and plonk a cake board on top of it, dusting your hands dramatically. ‘Alright, Joel. Ready for the magic to happen?’

Making himself comfortable next to you, he leans on his elbows, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the way his tshirt stretches and strains over his back. ‘Go ahead, I’m ready to be impressed, honey.’

Filling a piping bag full of the cookies and cream buttercream, you ask, ‘You wanna get your hands dirty?’

He raises his palms in surrender. ‘I’ll leave it to you, I don’t want to make you any more late for your date.’

You’re used to working with much bigger cakes, so this one doesn’t take you long. With a cookie cutter, you carve out a small circle from each cake round, then you stack and fill the layers with buttercream. After loading the shaft in the middle with all manner of pink sprinkles, you stopper the top with the cake cut-outs.

‘How old is Sarah turning today?’ you ask conversationally while you spin the cake around, smoothing on the crumb coat.

Joel looks up, surprised. ‘Oh, it’s my birthday today, not hers. ‘

‘Wait, what?’ you cry, throwing your hands up. ‘I made this cake with Sarah in mind - it will literally be vomiting pink sprinkles!’

‘I’m a girl dad. I like pink,’ shrugs Joel easily.

You huff, using an icing smoother to make sure the buttercream is even all over the cake. ‘I would pop the cake into the freezer to firm up before adding a final layer of frosting if I had the time, but this will have to do.’

‘It looks great,’ Joel assures you as you put the finishing touches to the cake, with buttercream swirls all around the top and a final baptism of sprinkles.

‘There, all done. Lemme box it up for you and this bad boy is ready to go.’

‘Amazin’, thank you so much,’ he grins. ‘Please, lemme do the washin’ up while you’re at it.’

‘Oh, Joel, you can’t,’ you protest, but he’s already grabbed the mixing bowl and all the bits and bobs stained with buttercream. ‘You’re the birthday boy!’

‘Least I can do,’ he shoots back over his shoulder, already halfway to the sink.

‘Well no, you promised to fix the security shutter for me, remember?’ you call after him.

‘Damn, I was hopin’ you’d forgotten about that.’

Joel cleans up with a practised air, humming under his breath as he waits for the water to heat up and the soap to lather. You watch him from the corner of your eye while you secure the cake inside the box, throwing in a birthday candle for good measure. You’ve just tied a nice ribbon around the cardboard box when he puts away everything in the drying rack and wipes his hands dry.

‘Didn’t expect you to be good at that,’ you tease, moving towards the door.

‘Sexist much?’ he jokes, no real bite in his retort. Then by way of explanation, he tells you, ‘I work late, so Sarah usually cooks and I wash up afterwards.’

‘Sounds like you guys make a good team.’

Joel helps with the lights and locks the door, and you stand to one side when he grabs the security shutter and forces it into submission by brute force. You can’t help but stare when the bottom of his tshirt rides up, revealing a soft sliver of belly underneath, his biceps bulging and back rippling as the shutter is finally forced shut in a metallic ripple.

You give him a smile. ‘Well, happy birthday, Joel.’

‘Thanks again for the cake.’ He looks around, as if looking for your car, but the sidewalk is empty except for his truck. ‘How are you gettin’ to your date?’

‘I was just gonna call a taxi.’

‘No, you ain’t,’ he nods towards his ride. ‘C’mon, I’ll give you a lift.’

‘Oh, no, it’s late, and you should be getting back to Sarah -’

‘I spoiled your date, so please, let me,’ he insists, holding the door open on the passenger side. Hop in.’

Joel takes the cake off your hands and puts it in the backseat carefully, putting the seat belt over it while you climb in. Glancing over your shoulder, you see toolboxes and newspapers on the floor, and it smells like paint and wood dust.

‘Sorry it’s a bit messy, occupational hazard,’ he apologises as he straps himself in. ‘So, where are we goin’?’

‘Do you know the steakhouse on Third Street?’

‘Vaguely,’ he replies, pulling smoothly away from the curb. ‘It sounds fancy.’

‘You been?’

‘Nope, I barely have time to go anywhere nowadays. It seems like I’m only ever in bed, or at work, or in my truck.’

You turn to smile at him, admiring the way his his thick fingers around the top of the steering wheel, making it look so small. ‘I feel you. Small business owner, am I right?’

‘I hear ya,’ he shoots you a smile. ‘So - what’s the deal with tonight? First date?’

‘Fourth, actually.’

He wriggles his eyebrows suggestively. ‘Fourth date? You know what happens on a fourth date, honey.’

‘I don’t, actually. Tell me, what happens on a fourth date?’

He blows out his cheeks, and admits, ‘Honestly, I can’t tell ya. I haven’t been on a fourth date since 1991.’

You burst into laughter at his unexpected answer. ‘You’re such a dork, Joel Miller.’

When the truck rumbles to a stop outside the steakhouse ten minutes later, he looks at his watch and announces, ‘Here we are, only fifteen minutes late.’ Squinting through the windshield, he points at a man smoking outside, an impatient frown on his face. ‘That him?’

‘Yeah, that’s him,’ you nod, but you stay put in your seat, in no hurry to make a move.

Joel nods, tapping his tidily trimmed nails on the steering wheel. ‘So I’ll swing ‘round tomorrow after work with my toolbelt? ‘Round six thirty?’

‘A toolbelt? What a sight to look forward to,’ you rib, slowly reaching for the seatbelt and unbuckling it.

‘Hell yeah, it’s got a special clip for my Nokia and all,’ he adds mischievously.

'You must fend off the ladies by the dozen,' you tease.

'Daily,' he answers without skipping a beat.

You probably shouldn’t have, especially not with the guy who you’re supposed to be on a date with glaring daggers at you through the windshield. But there’s something cackling in the air between you and this man you just met not an hour ago, and the way the streetlight filters through the window, backlighting his messy curls and scraggly beard, that has you throwing caution to the proverbial wind.

Impulsively, you lean across the gear shift, your left hand finding purchase on his knee before pressing your lips to the side of his whiskered jaw, your kiss fitting right into that little heart-shaped patch on his beard. 

You’re not sure who’s more taken aback, but you don’t have time to find out. 

‘Happy birthday, Joel Miller.’

He smiles after you as you hop out of his truck.

You’ve just sold your last cupcake of the day when the bell over the bakery door rings. And sure enough, it’s Joel Miller crossing the threshold, right on the dot at six thirty.

‘Hey, Bri,’ he waves, hovering half-in and half-out of the shop, a slight awkwardness having set in overnight.

But it's ok, you're happy to pick up where you left off. Putting your hands on your waist and a cheeky grin, you quip, ‘Wow, you weren’t kidding about that toolbelt, huh?’

Your chest swells as you watch him thaw with an easy smile, and he banters back, ‘I’m a man of my word, honey. You ok with me gettin’ to work now?’

‘Yes, thank you. I’ll be cleanin’ up back in the kitchen, I’ll join you when I’m done.’

Joel shoots you a thumbs up. ‘Great. I’ll grab the ladder and get right to it.’

When you emerge fifteen minutes later, he’s on the fourth rung of the ladder, tinkering the rolling mechanism with a screwdriver and a studious frown on his brow. He looks like he’s wearing the same thing as yesterday - you can believe that he’s a man who buys the same tshirt in bulk - and he smiles at you when you duck out of the shop.

‘Did Sarah like the cake?’ you ask in casual conversation.

‘She went nuts over the piñata surprise,’ he replies. ‘And the cake was delicious, there were hardly any crumbs left when we were done with it. She says we’re definitely ordering a cake from you for her birthday.’

‘I like the sound of that.’

‘How was your evening?’ he asks, glancing down at you from his perch. ‘Did you find out what happens on a fourth date?’

You let out a dry laugh. ‘Yeah, I did, actually. He dumped me.’

Joel freezes, a scowl darkening his countenance. ‘Oh shit, what? Why?’

You shrug, leaning your weight on the ladder as you look at the ground. ‘I mean, I did show up an hour late in some other guy’s truck. And I guess probably shouldn’t have kissed you on the cheek right in front of him.’

You startle when Joel’s fingers slip under your chin, tilting your head up towards him. ‘It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.’

‘Honestly, you don’t look that sorry, Joel Miller,’ you joke.

He cocks his head to one side. ‘Well, I can't lie, I think you deserve better than him.’

‘Do you now?’ you prompt. ‘Who do you have in mind?’

Joel peers at you from under long lashes with a half-smile that's almost shy. He dodges your question, and says instead, ‘I didn't mean to ruin your night, let me make it up to you, honey.’

‘How?’

Deftly, he climbs down the ladder, landing squarely on two booted feet, his presence comforting as he looms over you, his eyes warm. ‘Can I buy you dinner?’

‘Like - a date kind of dinner?’

‘Yeah, like a date,’ he nods.

You can’t help the dig. ‘And you were just sayin' you haven’t been on a date since...?’

He flashes you a smirk, and you shiver when his hand brushes your waist. ‘Since 1991. Tough sell, I know - but I thought I’d give it a shot.’

Running a finger along his sharp jawline, softened by the endearingly untidy beard, you have to bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from giving away too wide a grin. ‘Why, I think I have a good feelin’ about you, Joel Miller.’

Catching your wrist in his fingers, he presses a sweet kiss to your knuckles, the rough graze of his stubble chasing goosebumps across your skin as his eyes smile at you. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow then, honey.’

More notes: I hope you enjoyed this sweet little oneshot 🥰 I really leaned into the fluff and I have no regrets. Comments/reblogs/asks are much appreciated as always! I don't have plans for a second part right now, but a smutty follow-up is always a possibility...

The adorable dividers are by @firefly-graphics 👩🏻‍🍳

[whoisneo404]

If you have the chance could you possibly continue Proud of you, buddy . Maybe it could be him asking the boy out and calling nick to tell him or him coming out to the family and nick just there supporting him through it ( also wanted to tell you that i love your stories )

Proud of you, buddy. Part 2.

Summary: after talking with Nick, you stayed up all night thinking about confessing your feelings to Jackson, you decided that tomorrow (Friday) will be the best day to do it, since it will be the start of your summer break.

Tw: cursing.

I wanted this to be perfect. Last night I couldn’t sleep, so I made it Nicks problem.

‘’You know I am bad at crafts.’’ He said while folding the color papers I gave him.

‘’I know, but I need help. This paper bouquet won’t do itself.’’ Nick rolls his eyes.

‘’What are you doing anyways that you don’t do the bouquet for your boyfriend.’’

‘’He’s not my boyfriend, shut up. I’m writing him a letter.’’ I blush and look down at the empty piece of paper infront of me.

‘’Oh boy, teenage love is so cute, I feel like a grandpa right now.’’

‘’Yeah, ‘cus you are old.’’ I laugh and he scoffs.

‘’I won’t help you anymore, then. My hands are too old to be folding these tiny papers’’

‘’NO, it was a joke, you are as young as a baby.’’ he laughs and keeps folding the papers.

‘’Hey, I know it can be scary, just write what you feel, yeah?’’ I nod and let out a sigh. Starting to write on the paper.

We talked until it was too late, we laughed and he shared his experiences declaring to boys and things like that. I knew I was close with my older brother, but I feel like this brought us even closer. I ended up sleeping 3 and a half hours, the next morning I was looking rough, Nick woke up early to help me pick an outfit and to drop me off to school with dad.

‘’Remember buddy, breath and say what you feel.’’ I nod and he pats my shoulder. I walk into my first period which was chemistry, I have to wait until 4th period to talk to Jackson.

I talk with my friends; I laugh with them. But I can’t shake away the though of Jackson and what he might say. I take deep breathes on the halls as I change classrooms, 3rd period ends and I’m walking into my english literature class, I feel some arms wrap around me, I look besides me and see Jackson smiling at me.

‘’Hi, why didn’t you wait for me?’’ he asks me.

‘’Oh, shit. I forgot.’’

‘’You forgot about me? AUCH. My heart, I am dying.’’ He grabs his chest dramatically and puts most of the weight of his body on me. ‘’Carry me, I am bleeding out.’’

‘’I didn’t forget about you, I forgot to wait. I didn’t wanted to be late again.’’

‘’Again? We are late to english literature like… 4 times a week?’’

‘’Yes, and we have it 4 times a week, you dumbass.’’ He stands straight, one arm still around my shoulder.

‘’Right, I forget. What would I do without you?’’

‘’Probably die.’’ He laughs

‘’True. You are my savior.’’ We enter the classroom and sit on out places, which are next to each other, we share table because the teacher says Jackson pays more attention and gets better grades when he’s with me, I think it’s because he just copies everything I do.

‘’Good morning class.’’ The teacher enters the classroom with a mug of coffee on her hand and starts talking about what we will do today.

‘’Hey, Jack.’’ I whisper and punch him softly.

‘’Hm?’’

‘’Can we talk at the end of the day?’’ I ask trying to not sound nervous.

‘’Yeah. Why not now?’’

‘’You’ll see. Just pay attention to what she’s saying.’’

‘’All right, Mr. Favorite Student.’’

The rest of the day went smoothly, Jackson and I lunched together as always. I wrote to Nick on the bathroom because I was panicking. At the end of the day Nick told me he will be waiting for me with a giant ice cream container, to celebrate or just in case.

I was outside the building, on the quiet part, where people didn’t hang around as much. I looked at Jackson approaching with a wide smile on his face.

‘’Heyo! What is it that you wanted to talk about?’’

‘’It’s a bit complicated.’’ His smile fades and nods.

‘’It’s all right dude, whatever you need I’m here to listen.’’ He pats my shoulder and sits on the ground, his back against the school bricks. I sit beside him.

‘’Well, there is something I’d like to give you.’’ His eyes widen and smiles again.

‘’Bring it out man.’’ I take a deep breath and take out of my backpack the card and the little paper bouquet. ‘’Aw, dude, that’s so cute. Thanks. Is it our anniversary or something? Why are you gifting me flowers honey?’’ he jokes, as he often does. I shrug my shoulders and point at the card. ‘’Yeah right, I should read it.’’ He reads it quietly, he bites his lip while doing so, a small smile on his face, I look down at my hands and try to not cry on stop. ‘’Shit, you are such a dork.’’ I feel his hand grabbing my face and turning my face to him, he kisses my lips. ‘’I like you too, dumbass. Can I be your boyfriend?’’

‘’What? Really.’’ My brain feels dizzy, I’m trying to process what jus happened. ‘’YES, yes.’’ After I can keep rambling, he kisses me again. We break the kiss because my phone is ringing.

‘’Where the fuck are you?’’ Matts voice sound on my ear.

‘’Shit, sorry. I lost track of time. I’m on my way.’’ I close the call and give Jackson a small kiss on the lips. ‘’Bye, see you at the dinner.’’

‘’Bye. I will be there, wait for me.’’

I rush to the car, a big smile on my face.

‘’Damn buddy, what got you so happy?’’

‘’Matt… I have a boyfriend!’’ Matt looks at me dead in the eyes and blinks twice.

‘’That’s amazing, I’m proud of you buddy.’’ He gives me a small hug and starts driving home. ‘’Is he a good guy?’’

‘’Yes, he’s really kind.’’

‘’Does he know you have 4 older brother that can beat him up?’’

‘’Yes, he knows. He’s cool Matt.’’

‘’He better be.’’

We arrive home and I swing the door open, Nick is sitting on the couch, already eating some of the ice cream.

‘’HE SAID YES!’’ Nick stands up from the couch, his eyes wide open.

‘’OH MY GOD, YEEES!!!’’ he hugs me and we jump happily.

‘’What am I missing?’’ Chris who was also eating the ice cream looks at us confused. ‘’Matt, who the fuck said yes?’’

‘’Don’t ask me, the news are as new to me as they are to you.’’ He messes up my hair as he passes by Nick and I.

‘’Chris. I have a boyfriend.’’

‘’A what?...’’ he stares at me for a few seconds. ‘’DAMN, THAT’S NICE, BUDDY. Come here, hug your older brother.’’ He walks over to me and Nick and hugs the both of us. ‘’Be who you aaaare.’’

‘’To soon, Chris.’’ Nick mutters.

‘’Oh shit, sorry.’’ He chuckles. ‘’Proud of you, buddy. When will we get to meet him?’’

‘’He’s coming for mom’s birthday.’’

‘’Oh, that’s cool.’’ Nick says.

‘’Yeah, I think I’ll tell mom, dad and Justin that day.’’

‘’Sounds like a plan.’’ Chris says. Then looks at Matt that was sitting on the couch. ‘’Don’t be a grumpy fuck Matt, come hug your brothers.’’ Matt smiles and gets up to hug us.

‘’Thank you guys, you are the best.’’

‘’We are.’’ Nick says.

[callsign-dexter]

Always Daddy’s Girl

Request: hi I was wondering if you could write a Maverick x daughter reader please??

like she is at some party and she doesn’t feel safe so she calls Mav and wants him to come and pick her up but she is worried about looking like a whimp in front of her friends. Then Mav like tells her to come out the back and he will be down the block but then when she gets in the car she breaks down because she feels bad and Mav explains to her that she never has to apologize for not feeling safe and that he will always come and get her. Then he asks her what happened at the party(you can choose what happens) and he spends the rest of the night comforting her and just being the worlds best dad.

Pairings: Maverick x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, underage drinking (not the reader), attempted sexual assault

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A/N: Goose is going to be alive in this fic.

It was Friday the last bell just rang singling at the end of the school day. Everyone was leaving some were going to their busses, some to their cars, and some too were starting to walk home. You opted to walk home, as you did every day after school since you didn't live that far away from the school. You and your dad lived close to the base but didn't live on it, his choice. Your walking buddies were Chloe Shaw and Bradley Bradshaw, but Bradley had been sick for a few days with the flu going around. You guys usually talked about nothing in particular but one topic came up, a party that none other than senior Tyler Avery.

Tyler Avery was the most popular senior at Miramar High School. Always throwing parties, anybody was invited, and the star baseball player. Every girl has a crush on him. But can be a jerk, a manwhore, and a womanizer. He had ocean-blue eyes and perfectly styled dirty blonde hair, every high school girls dream guy at Miramar High.

Chloe Shaw is your best friend and has been since elementary school. Her parents moved to Miramar due to her dad getting orders that ordered them to pack up and move. You both play softball together.

"Tyler is throwing a party tomorrow night are you coming? Chloe asked "We don’t have practice or games. Also, Tyler said that his parents are gonna be there." Chloe continued you trusted her and she wouldn't lie to you, right?

"I'll definitely be there!" You exclaimed not wanting to disappoint your friend. You were excited to have a weekend off with nothing to do. You both continued to walk and talk until we arrived at her house "I'll see you tomorrow night." You told her and hugged her.

"We're going to have so much fun!" She exclaimed, "I'll text you the details later!" She said and walked into her house.

You finally arrived home 5 minutes later and saw your dad's bike and Jeep in the driveway. Which was unusual for him since he usually got off at 5 PM, but it was only 4:10 PM. You walked into the house and saw him sitting at the kitchen table working on some paperwork. You kicked my shoes off and set your bag down.

"Hey, Dad." I said to him and he turned around and smiled he got up, walked over to me and hugged me.

"Hey, Sweetheart." He said and kissed the hairline of your head "How was your day?" He asked as he was letting go of you and going into the kitchen where you followed him. He leaned up against the counter while you went to the fridge to get something to drink. After getting it you turned around leaning on the fridge.

"It was good. Pretty long and boring. My Math teacher was a jerk and gave us a lot of homework due Monday and then a quiz due next Friday." you said exhausted. "What are you doing home early?" You asked him truly curious.

"Goose and my jet had some malfunctions so it's at the mechanics. They let us go home early." he told you and you just nodded. You were nervous to ask to go the party, you even hated to ask and him being your dad could tell something was up. "What's going on in that head of yours?" he asked you. You must've spaced out.

"I-There-" you didn't finish too afraid to ask. Even though it doesn't hurt to ask the worst he can do is say no.

"Talk to me. You can tell me anything." he told you getting a little concerned. You sigh now or never.

"There is a party tomorrow night at Tyler Avery's place, he's a senior. Before you say anything his parents are going to be there, so it's going to be supervised." You rushed the last part seeing his face and knowing what he was going to say. It was silent for a minute or so.

"If his parents are going to be there then you can go. I trust you." He told you and you let a breath you didn't know was being held. You went and hugged him thanking him profusely and he just laughed. "You're welcome, Sweetheart." He kissed the top of your head. You let go of him and stepped back.

"How's Bradley doing?" You asked your dad worried about your best friend.

"Goose says he's doing better than when he first got sick but should be better and back at school Monday." He said and you nodded satisfied that your best friend was going to be ok.

"Good! I miss him! I got some homework to do so I'll be in my room." You told him.

"Ok, Sweetheart. I'll call you when dinner is ready." He said as you got your back and headed upstairs. Once up there you went to your desk sat down and started pulling out what you needed. A few minutes into doing your work your phone dings signaling a text from Chloe telling you the details of the party and where it's going to be and that you'll meet up with her at her house.

An hour later your dad calls you down for supper. You get up and head down that way and once there you get your plate and start getting your supper, during supper your dad and you don't talk about anything important. Dinner is finished and is cleaned up and you both watch a little bit of TV and cuddle on the couch having some father, daughter bonding time until it's time for bed.

Saturday rolls around and you're up pretty early, usually sleeping in until about 11 AM but for some reason, you're up at 10 AM. You're just waking up when the smell of bacon and pancakes hits your nose and you slowly get out and walk downstairs to find your dad at the stove making breakfast.

"Smells delicious." You say to him and it startled him but he laughs it off.

"Wasn't expecting you to be up this early." He told you with a chuckle.

"Couldn't sleep very well." You replied honestly. You didn't know if it was because of the party or what but something wasn't right. Your dad just nods his head and grabs a plate for you and him and you both start making them. Breakfast is eaten in comfortable silence.

Nothing productive was done during the day. It was mostly spent lounging around the house and working on some stuff with your dad. Bradley was still sick so you couldn't hang out with him. You were still nervous about this party that you were going to for some reason. Were Tyler's parents going to be there or was Chloe lying to you because she wanted you to go?

Saturday night rolled around you said goodbye to your dad and promised that you would be safe. You had agreed to meet her at her house at 9 PM so you guys could walk over to the party that wasn't too far from the house or base. After arriving at her house and greeting her parents you both were off to the party.

Once you arrived at the party it was already in full swing. So far no adult was in sight and there looked to be alcohol everywhere. You pulled Chloe to the side.

"I thought you said that his parents were going to be here!" You exclaimed to her over the loud music and she just laughed.

"If I told you that they weren't going to be here would have come?" She asked over the music.

"No, and you know that!" You replied to her. It was true you didn't like to be at parties without an adult or Bradley and neither were here at the moment. You decided to just try and have fun and call your dad if things got out of hand.

It was an hour into the party and people were starting to get a little bit wilder, yup there was definitely alcohol here and in the punch. You stuck with the water bottle that you got out of the fridge and you were staying in the back out of the way just because the party was getting out of hand. Then Tyler Avery comes up to you and starts talking to you.

"How are you liking the party?" He asked you being all sweet and kind of getting close.

"It's good and fun." You told him starting to get uncomfortable. He was getting closer to you.

"Why don't we take this upstairs." He said as he was practically caging you in and you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I don't think that's a good idea." You told him trying to push him off. The water bottle was forgotten, it had fallen to the ground at some point.

He ignored you and started to try and kiss you but you turned your head away and he took that as a win and started kissing your face. You were stiff as a board and not giving in. You started to cry begging him to stop.

Then you start to feel his hand start to wonder first, it was on your neck and then it slowly went down to your chest then slowly went down further, and that's when you drew the line. You brought your knee up to his groin and he doubled over in pain and that's when you took your exit. You found Chloe by the punch bowl and with other people around and told her you wanted to go home.

"Chloe!" You yelled at her and got her attention she turned to you and you could see that she had been drinking and could smell it. The others left. You tried to tell her what happened.

"Well that's great! He likes you!" She yelled while slurring her words. "I wish he would make out with me!" She yelled

"I'm thinking of going home." You told her and she scoffed.

"If you go home now you're just a wimp." She said and stumbled away to a group. You didn't want to look like a wimp so you dropped it but you knew you couldn't stay there so you went outside in the backyard and called the only family member you trusted, your dad. You pulled out your phone and dialed his number he picked up on the first ring.

"Hey, Sweetheart." He started. You just started to bawl. "Sweetheart are you ok?" He asked getting worried.

"No, I want to go home but don't want to look like a wimp by having my dad pick me up." You said crying and he sighed.

"Ok, Sweetheart. I'll meet you a block away. Want me to stay on the phone with you?" He asked.

"Yes." You shortly replied. You started walking that way. You stayed on the phone with him until you saw his Jeep and got in.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked you.

"Yes, but I want to be home first." You told him and he nodded his head. The ride to your house was silent and finally what seemed like forever you arrived home. He parked and you both got out and headed into the house to the couch.

"Ok, we're home. What happened?" He asked you. You started to tell him trying not to cry even more so you could get through it.

"Chloe told me about the party when we were walking home Friday and she told me that Tyler's parents were going to be there." You started "She knows I won't go to parties unless it's supervised." Tears started to slowly fall. Your dad pulled you into his arms and you leaned into him. "We got there and everything was going smoothly until an hour into it and everyone started to get louder and then I saw the half-empty alcohol bottles and I could smell alcohol coming from the punch bowl." You sniffled and felt your dad rub your back. "I was drinking water and staying in the back then Tyler came up to me," I said and started to chock up. "I could smell he had been drinking and he pushed me into the wall while I was trying to get away and begging him to stop. He started to try and kiss me and I turned my head away and he started kissing my face." I said almost full-on sobbing and heavy breathing not wanting to relive the next part "His hand started to wonder it started at my neck and then went lower to my chest and then even lower but before he got there, I kneed him in the crotch and he doubled over and I got away. I told Chloe what happened and she basically said I should be lucky and that it meant he was into me and that she wished he would've made out with her." I was crying and your dad pulled you closer to him and was making an enraged face that you couldn't see. "I told her that I was thinking of going home and she said that I would be a wimp if I went home now. That's when I went out into the backyard and called you. I didn't want to be there a second longer." You finished. Your tears had soaked a wet spot into his sweatshirt but he didn't care.

"Oh, Sweetheart. You did the right thing in both situations and you're never a wimp for calling your father." He told you and you knew he was telling the truth. "You can always come to me, call me, or talk to me when you feel uncomfortable. You know why?" He asked.

"No, why?" You asked sitting up and looking at him as he wiped your eyes.

"Because you will always be daddy's girl." He told you with a smile and you just dove into him with a hug.

"I love you, Dad." You said

"I love you too, Sweetheart." He replied and kissed your head.

The rest of the night you spent with your dad watching TV until you both fell asleep together on the couch.

[bidisasterevankinard]

Tease tidbit Tuesday 👠

Tagged by @honestlydarkprincess @panbuckley 💙💙💙💙 love you thank you

Ok so I woke up today(well officially tomorrow ) with this idea and rn my brain decided to wrote this for this idea so sorry for it being super bad(it's 4am)

Context: Buck liked to wear skirt, crop top, panties and heels in his fav gay club till Ali to feel pretty (especially Buck 1.0) but after Ali stopped because of everything around. After lightning (and maybe break up with Natalia still think about when to set it) he decided he needs it again for himself to feel better. So he's in gay club having good time and papapam Eddie is here with his bf

"Ed-Eddie? What are you doing here?" Buck feels a big urge to cover himself from the eyes of his best friend right now. And run away. Fast.

But he doesn't. Cause he doesn't do anything wrong. Just having fun.

"Hey, Buck. Doesn't expect to see you here," Eddie says it not even trying to hide how he looks at Buck's clothes, staying on the skirt too long that Buck has to cough to back his attention to his face .

"Well, it's Friday, and it's best gay club in LA so I just having fun. Not like I'm first time here. Cause if you remember I'm bi," Buck's margarita comes this moment and he takes big sip to try to calm down.

"I don't mean in club. I mean when you refuse to babysit with Chris it's always only if Maddie needs help with Jee," Eddie shrugs like it's nothing but his face shows that he judge Buck for something. Like that day in grocery store.

"Well, excuse me that I wanted to have fun and make myself feel good, because recently I felt like trash, when you were going to fuck the guy you going out with. By the way, don't you think that, how was his name," Buck take a pause to "remember the name", " oh, yes James, a little bit jealous that you speak long with pretty boy here and not with him? So go and be petty to your boyfriend, Edmundo, don't make me sad in this fantastic night. I'm sure there's a lot of people who can make it better for me," with this Buck drinks the last half of his margarita and goes to dance floor making sure his hips moves as that someone could even see the glimpse of his panties and his heels heard by close to him people even through all the music.

In the center of dance floor, Buck let's himself forget the world again and just dance feel all the attention from people around, and trying not to think how Eddie comes back to James to have a good night with him. Buck really hopes they will go away before him.

Tagging if they want to share : @911onabc @ebdaydreamer @alyxmastershipper @transbuck @cowboy-buddie @lover-of-mine @heartshapedvows @bekkachaos @rogerzsteven @the-likesofus @elvensorceress @shortsighted-owl @barbiediaz @buddierights @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @wildlife4life @wikiangela @hippolotamus @transboybuckley @devirnis @heartbeatdiaz @buck-coded @spotsandsocks @monsterrae1 @spaceprincessem @userdisaster @caroandcats @mandzuking17 @translasso @firemedicdiaz @jesuisici33 @bigfootsmom @jeeyuns @diazass @eddiediaztho and anyone who wants to share

[waitmyturtles]

A couple of quick late Sunday notes on this, that, and the other!

1) My break is over — for now: The Old GMMTV Challenge is back, and I’ll drop my review of Nadao Bangkok’s Last Twilight in Phuket and I Promised You The Moon tomorrow, my morning!

What a series. GDJDIDINFIFNVJGK. I had such a good time with these shows.

2) My OGMMTVC review of Not Me drops next week! I have learned, through Only Friends, Not Me, and The Eclipse, that GMMTV likes to woobify First Kanaphan (and ALL credit to @lurkingshan for teaching me about woobification, lol). I loved Not Me, and I thought OffGun, and especially Gun, were SPECTACULAR, but I have some quibbles about the storytelling. But — nothing huge, and Not Me clearly belongs on the OGMMTVC as a triumphant return for OffGun in 2021.

3) Another break in reviews will be happening in a couple weeks as I do a paced rewatch of Bad Buddy and Our Skyy 2. I’m gonna take my time — I’ve been waiting all year to rewatch BBS, and it’ll be a little gifty to myself. OhmNanon, come to mama!

4) The fastest review ever of Dangerous Romance, episode 5! Listen. I, ummmm. I’m gonna still watch this show — I feel like PerthChimon are SUCH bros that they’re improvising most of the time at this point, and that’s kinda hilarious to see? But yesterday’s episode was more a compilation of scenes rather than a narrative. Everyone is crushing on everyone, and no one is talking about it. K! The CW is better than this, lol. I don’t hate it, per se, but it’s the lightest weekend watch ever, which isn’t the worst thing. (Thank goodness I Feel You Linger In The Air is also airing on Fridays!)

5) I really, really, really wanna see Man Suang.

See y’all tomorrow morning!

[final-girl96]

Killer Geek Chapter Seven

Woodsboro High School

It wasn't a pleasant ride to school; Billy was pissy and complained about how he wasn't getting attention from his girlfriend. I was glad when he parked the Camaro in a parking spot. Because as soon as the car stopped I was opening my door, getting out, and shutting the door before he could say anything else. When I got inside, I walked up the stairs, and walked straight ahead towards my locker. I stopped half-way when I saw a figure standing beside it, head tilted towards the floor, a rose in their hand.

I was about to turn around to go back down the stairs but Parker lifted his head and looked eyes with me. “Yn!” I let out a ling sigh and refrained from rolling my eyes, then I walked the rest of the away down the hall to my locker. “This is for you as an apology for last night.” He handed me the rose and I gently took it. “Um…thanks.” Turning towards my locker, I out in my combination and opened it. “So, I was wondering if, maybe, you'd like to go on a date this weekend…with me?” He sounded so hopeful. I almost hadn't to have to decline his offer.…almost. “I would but I have plans this weekend. We're going up to our families cabin.”

That's not true. I don't have plans this weekend. Not unless you count sitting in my room room read and write. Maybe watch a movie. Ignore my brother at all costs so I don't need to listen to him bitch. I would hang out with Casey, but she'll be too busy with Stu, probably fucking like nasty little rabbits.

“Oh.” That's it. That's the only response I get. Now I am feeling bad. Fuck! I am going to regret the next words that come out of my mouth. “We could go tomorrow night. I don't have work.” I hate myself. Just kill me. Why the hell am I like this?! “Yeah?” A smile spreads across his face, eyes bright and full of hope. I just nodded and tried to smile. I have no interest in this guy what's-so-ever. “Yeah, pick me up at seven.” Now he has that cocky look. You know the one.

The one where they get a side smile, run their tongue along their bottom lip, and the bit it, all while rubbing their hands together. “Seven it is gorgeous!” Then he was running down the hall to his buddies. I just made a huge mistake. Now I am going to have to talk Billy and all our friends into going up to the cabin this weekend just so none of us are seen in town. Hopefully nobody has plans. I grabbed my stuff I would need for my first few classes and headed to Enligh.

When lunch rolled around I went outside to meet with everyone at the fountain. When I got there Billy was sitting with his elbows on his knees looking at the ground, hands balled into fists. Stu sat beside him with his arm around Casey. Casey never really fit into this group. Sidney was sitting with Tatum and Randy was in between Casey and Tatum. “Hey?” Billy looked up at me and his face was set in a hard look, jaw clenched, eyes full of hatred. Casey jumped up and came over to hug me. “Hey, you! Where were you this morning?”

“Um, I went straight to my locker then went to class early to look over my assignment. What's happening here?” I asked. “Nothing,” Billy snapped. “Okay, well, I have a little problem,” I said. “What's the problem?” Randy asked. I bit my bottom lip and took a deep breath. “Parker asked me out for this weekend.” I held up my hand before anyone could say anything. “I told him I couldn't because I had plans.” I looked over at Billy. “I told him we would be up at the cabin. So I was thinkinng…if nobody has any plans we could drive up after school Friday and stay until Sunday.”

“I don't have anything to do,” Randy said. I smiled at him and looked to Tatum and Sidney. “I don't have anything going on. Can I bring Eric?” Tatum asked. Eric was a guy she way currently seeing, that she swears shes not dating. Stu and Casey opted in saying they didn't have anything going on. Billy was looking over at Sidney. We were all looking at Sidney, waiting for her to say something. “Come on, Sid, it'll be good for you to get away from here for a couple days,” Tatum said. Sid sighed and nodded her head, “yeah, okay.”

I looked over at Billy and he rolled his eyes. “Fine. I'll talk to dad about it.” I smiled and felt a little relief. “Oh, I have one more problem.” They all looked at me, waiting for me to elaborate. “I told him I'd go on a date with him Thursday.” Casey elbowed Stu in the ribs when he went to laugh, Billy rolled his eyes, which is nothing new. But Randy's reaction caught my attention the most. His fingers curled in towards his palms, jaw ticked as he clenched his teeth together.

I sat down between Casey and Randy. “Wyo'd you agree to go out with that creep in The first place?” Randy asked. I looked at him and shrugged. “I don't know. I mean he's just goimg to keep asking me out. Maybe if I go out with him once and show him I'm not enjoying myself then he'll leave me alone.” He scoffed at that and shook his head. “Guys like him don't take no for an answer, yn. So what are you going to do when he tries to male a move on you and you refuse so he decides take what he wants anyway?”

I didn't know what to say to that. I've never seen Randy act or talk like that. He was normally calm and kind. He was the movie geek of the group, knows everything about moives, especially horror movies. “If he does he'll be fucking dead.” Everyone's heads snapped over to Billy. He wasn't looking at anyone. His head was down while he pulled a string from his shirt. “Once you find out where he's taking you, let me know and I'll follow along. If you get uncomfortable just give me a signal and I'll step in.” With that he got up and walked back towards the school.

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DOL day 5 (i think?)

I got carried away with todays playsession and just went. Hog fucking wild. The seasons changed. All of February passed. In this single sitting of play. I now have a massive migraine. Enjoy, if you do indeed read this.

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I have a confession to make-- I forgot to save my last playthrough. Now I am miffed. But the sticky note works at least-- there is no way to fail the game unless you forgot to fucking save it.

Anyways the Black Wolf knows who I am? Who is black wolf? I don't know a black wolf? they appear to be romancable??? cuz they show up where all the romanceable characters are. Drug dealer??? Stalker??? Whomst the fuck is this? This can't be the wolf wolf, cuz i toggled off beastiality.

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I bullied Kylar after he once again got caught with the statue of me in his locker. He ran away crying with a hand held to his face. But like... Man come on, how am I supposed to react to that? Plus last time it was just pictures, now it's a whole "lewd statuette". Kylar. Buddy. Come on. You're lucky this game doesn't let me act meaner to you.

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By staying out of the house on Friday, and sleeping at school, working chalets, and breaking into peoples homes and stealing, I JUST BARELY managed to scrape out 4000$ for rent! And I now have 26 cents left. Never taking robins debt again in another playthrough, absolute ingrate...

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I won a ballroom dance competition with Avery (and did some other things) and he gave me 1050$, plus the 150$ he gave me earlier because I wasn't dressed properly even though I had a ballgown and just wanted to weasel a little more from him. Plus photoshoots, plus chalets, plus science fair, plus museum... I turned a record profit in just one day! From 26 cents to 2230$

Fuck yeah!!!

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After a long day of bullying kylar, you've gotta go to the park and flirt with him for two hours <3 his lust jumped from 4 to 40!

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Whitney has moved on from beating me, mostly because it always ends with my character with strong athletics beating the snot out of him in front of his friends, and has now just... Pet me in the hallway? Like not even in a lewd sense?

I allowed it.

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MANY in game days later forgot to update this cuz I'm having so much fun, uhhhh anyways oral in the alleyways <3333 my character is being taken advantage of but I don't mind cuz, you know, oral <3333 Giving head <333333 Eating chicks out in the alleys and sucking a dudes dick beneath his stall on elk street or wherever. <33333333 Got a date with avery tonight

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AVERY IS NOW MY LOVE INTEREST???? WHAT?! crap crap crap does this mean i can't cheat on him? Or if i do he gets pissed?

and for what it counts, the very same day i woke up as his girlfriend i went to the park and teased kylar so much he let me take him on a little walk. And took his first kiss. And virginity. also found out he has a mommy kink and a breeding kink. <3333 And I got Kylar as my love interest too >:)

buuuuuuut as soon as i dropped him back off at the park, he got all clingy on me.

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And now its the next day and he's being weird. Probably should have saved before i fucked him. Oh well...

He's getting pissy with robin and he's telling everyone we slept together. And now there is no option to bully him! Outrageous! I want to bully him!!!! And I saved over my last savefile so I can't go back to bullying him... Fucking weak... Can I break up with him?

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Robin sometimes gives me cash! She is grateful!

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Sydney caught me masturbating in the chruch! I feel so bad now! I don't know if I'm gonna reload the save though... I think I can convince him to forget it. Plus he seems to somewhat understand it, because he works at the sex shop and sees other church members go.

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Kylar told people we were dating and now I can bully him for it >: don't worry I'll make it up to him by sleeping with him tomorrow. I just HAVE to torment him until he snaps, you know? I mean... He's so pathetic I have to. What happens when he's pushed too far? Nothing good, I hope.

I tempted him the next morning by walking around before the sun rose, and tempted him to pressure my character into the alley. I'm saving here to see what happens if I consent and if I can force him to rape my character.

HE DOESN'T RAPE ME??? OUTRAGEOUS!

I'm going back to the consenual timeline! Humph!

This fucking nerd set up a mattress in the alleyway for us. This is endearing, but that doesn't mean I won't be cruel to him. Though he also brought his own condom... He's such a dunce.

HE SABOTAGED THE CONDOM . IT BURST AND HE ACTED LIKE it WASN'T ON PURPOSE. THIS ASSHOLE. I don't even care that he ate me out afterwards, this fucking brat... Talking about getting married in the woods, breeding my character... I'm going to beat his ass. And the very next he sees me at school he tries to take me to a cupboard... As if, you jerk. I had to fork over some cash for a morning after pill.

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I kneed him in the crotch. It still shows I'm pissed at him, but counts as a sexual encounter. Masochist... He's so gross. <3

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Sydney asked to give me body writing... (we weren't fucking-- i hope i never have to fuck him-- just talking in the canteen). It reads "inspiring". I will literally sell my leg to the black market if it means Sydney stays unbullied. I don't think that's an option in this game but I don't care. He's my best friend, he's my pal. He's my homeboy. My rotten soldier, He's my sweet cheese. My good time boy.

I hope he is happy forever and I will do whatever I have to to make sure he is.

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The little creep has sabotaged the condom again. He's no longer allowed to fuck, unless he coughs up some cash. We'll just do mouth and hand stuff. Jerk...

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THE AMOUNT OF CASH YOU CAN GRIND AFTER THE CAFE REOPENS AND YOU'VE GOT GOOD ENGLISH AND A SHITTON OF MILK WOW. I got thousands of dollars in a eight hour shift! I literally got all the cash I need for Bailey five days before he needs it, with plenty more ways to get cash for fun~!

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Consensual hate sex with Whitney. It was kinda hot, but he didn't even put it in before he came. How pathetic. He even had his lackeys watch-- he's such an incel he couldn't even put it in before cumming? How does this guy have any following...

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A guy almost died in the alley. this isn't sexy but I saved him. :( I hope he lives. His dog showed me him and I had to strip so a chick would let me use her phone to call an ambulance for him.

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I made kylar strip in public and give me his breifs, because he stole my panties that one time.

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I fell asleep during the blood moon again like a fool. I tried to resist the monster and it raped my character so bad that my character suffered immense trauma and stress, and passed out several times, but successfully escaped. The dialogue was kinda yandere, actually... Its some ghost chick this time? But last time it was a dude. But I think its a hivemind. Anyways, really possessive monsterfucking, my character is drugged and hypnotised to hell and back. Woke up kidnapped by some temple group that raped and wrote on my characters body a bunch of horrible things, but ironically, they all came in their pants. Brutally assaulted my character with a vibe and no lube at like 5am on a schoolday, but whatever.

On the same day in game, Harpers dogboy from the asylum found me in the park during a run! And I got hypnotised by harper + last nights hypnotizing, so my character just accepts it! In broad daylight!

And then when I got home my character... Had a dream?? I think?? About dr harper using a sex machine/milking machine from Remys Farm. I haven't actually gone to Remys farm, I just know of it from the wiki. Did this really happen? Or is this a dream?

Kylar, later still, tries to give my character a spy plushie. I know its a spy plushie because of the wiki, plus everyone on tumblr. I'm tempted to let him give it to me... I didn't this time, but surely it'll happen again.

On an unrelated note, it would seem the house I broke into this evening has a secret red room in the basement. Good thing I saved because this... Is not good. I know my character cannot die but like being kidnapped is a real possibility. I stole it, and I didn't get caught. But like... Holy fuck that's scary.

[vaxyl]

Thanks for the tag, Shark! 💜

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Do you have a pet?

We have a big, beautiful 4yo German Shepherd called Loki, he's a loveable and affectionate dumbass but he is also a menace to animal society.

Comfort food?

Cold custard, smooth and sweet - was the only thing I could eat for about a day after I had my asthma attack a few years back, also just a really good texture. 25/10 ★s

How many languages do you speak?

Only 1, English, but not for a lack of trying - I have dyslexia, a pretty bad memory and not a lot of spoons so learning new languages is really hard.

Random fact about yourself -

This might shock you, but Vax'ildan isn't even my no.1 favourite Critical Role character, I'm just heavily hyperfixated on him rn. My actual favourite character is tied between Shaun Gilmore and Lady Allura Vysoren.

Something you're proud of -

I realised last night that I am not okay, actually, and that I seriously need help so I am meeting my therapist on Friday for a big and very important conversation about stuff I'm scared to acknowledge and process. I'm terrified, but I really need to do this. This is massive for me, so yeah. Kinda fucking proud of myself.

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Bryann? Get tagged nerd, I can't wait for the wedding tomorrow! Love you, buddy! 💜

@goldenmushroomquing00

Tag game because I want to know you better !

-Do you have a pet ?

-Comfort food ?

-How many languages do you speak ?

- Random fact about yourself

-Something you’re proud of

To begin this little tag game, I’ll tag @ebony-reine-vibes @freddie-77-ao3 @newobsessioneveryweek @thehaikuman and @miraclesnail

I hope the questions aren’t boring and love you all 😘

[essentiallykpopandbl]

With Bad Buddy ending tomorrow, I wanted to get my feelings written down somewhere. And since I started this blog because of my need to talk about Bad Buddy, here we are. Will this post turn into a rant? An appreciation post? Will I just ramble on with no actual point to make? We will find out as I go.

Bad Buddy has hurt me. But not in a bad way I think. I have experienced the emotional highs and lows of this show week after week, crying from laughter and sadness as two young Thai men have acted their way into the hearts of the world (or at least the world that is aware of BL). Part of what makes this show so good is how real Pat and Pran feel. Pat is the big hearted friend. He is goofy, loud, energetic, and loyal beyond belief. He is big because he needs room to hold all his personality. When he loves, it is with his whole heart. Pat showed me to love deeply and fully, to follow your heart, and fight for what you want. He taught me how important it is to show those we love how much we love them and that respecting your partner's needs is sexy. Pran is the friend you want to have in your corner. He is thoughtful, talented, quiet, and extremely caring. Pran likes to think through his actions and the impact it has on others. He will ALWAYS put others first. Pran battles his inner demons everyday and struggles to be a person separate from the pain that has been done to him. But he taught me how to be strong. That the world will push you down, kick you, scream in your face to not get up but that you can't stop trying. The future is scary, and Pran knows that, but he taught me to embrace the unknown. That we need to trust in others we love when we can't find enough trust in ourselves. Pat and Pran love each other. We saw that on screen time and time again. They love in different ways. One way is not better than the other. One does not love more than the other. They are equals, but more so, they are flawed and broken people that are helping heal each other.

Their love is tragic. It grows for each other more with each passing episode. However, it does not shock me that something so beautiful can come from a place of such hate. Their families hate each other. They force their sons to hate and compete because they can not grow up enough to accept their own mistakes. But the world needs balance. Nothing can be all bad or all good, so Pat and Pran's relationship is so good as a balance for the evil put into the world. But there are times evil wins. Times when light can not get rid of the dark. Times when something good is destroyed by the bad. And that is the biggest comparison to Romeo and Juliet this show has. It isn't the feuding families or the story arc, it is the tragic love shared by the two main characters.

Who knows what will come of the episode tomorrow. My heart hopes that Bad Buddy can stick the landing. I feel like I am watching Simone Biles flipping God knows how many times through the air. It is so impressive but she just needs to get both feet on the ground and she has won. Bad Buddy has all the stuff to be one of the best BL shows if it can just stick it. But my heart also knows that it might not end well. That is the truth with any show. We invest time, energy, and tears into something we don't know how it will turn out. We grow to love the characters and hope and pray that they get the happy ending we want. But that is not always the case.

Bad Buddy has been a journey for me. It has brought me a lot of comfort but also a lot of stress. But a journey I would experience all over again if I could. I am going to miss these two boys who have caused me to completely rethink my life and relationships. I need the show to end so I can go back to my normal life but I don't want it to. So before it goes I want to say thank you to Bad Buddy. Thank you for giving us Pat and Pran. Thank you for giving the world Ohm and Nanon acting together. Thank you for the joy you have brought me. Thank you for the lessons you have taught me. Thank you for the tears I have shed. Thank you for the talks you have forced me to have with myself. Thank you for the good, the bad, and everything in between. I will always look back on you with love, admiration, and appreciation.

[jemmo]

i find it insane that my body knows a bad buddy ep is coming tomorrow. like it’s been conditioned. thursday night comes and it’s like no sleep for you time for spiraling, stomach butterflies and vibrating with nerves

[sadsongsandwaltzes]

I noticed a red spot on one of my puppies about a week ago. Brushed it off cuz I thought he got it from when my dogs were roughhousing. But then I noticed it got worse. Bigger. Started losing hair. Got raw. Then my other dog started getting like that too. A small area of hair loss and red skin. Red eyes.

I called the vet Tuesday and she told me to give them half a Benadryl once a day. Over the phone she assumed it’s allergies.

So I’ve tried Benadryl the last two nights but I think after I give them Benadryl it gets worse?

And this is buddy currently:

And red eyes

Memphis is like this

So she’s not as bad but getting the spots. also red eyes.

I’m stuck in storm that’ll last though tomorrow so I won’t be able to get them to the vet til Friday. I guess mainly I’m wondering if I should stop or keep going with the Benadryl to get them through? Is it actually making them worse? Or are they getting worse cuz they aren’t gettin enough?

Does this look like allergies or the result of something else?

Do I have any vets or otherwise really really well informed on doggy healthcare following me?

[moonchildfourtimes]

this whole episode was blue and sad colored to me because they knew they were biding time and had to slowly let go

[deanscroissant]

Chris Knight headcanon #1

“I saw your recent post about headcanons for Chris Knight, and I adore Real Genius! It's a funny movie movie, I love it. Would you be up to the idea of how Chris would be when you and him are studying together?” ~ Anon

A/N: so sorry it took a while to write. life happened lol. pls be gentle with me because this is my first headcanon. i also kind of went a little overboard so i hope this is okay. thanks for the request! if anyone else want to request then shoot me an ask. tyyyy 😁

okay Chris is an absolute sweetheart

he’ll make sure you have everything you need before studying: water, snacks, sharpened pencils, pens, highlighters, etc.

you do not play when it comes to studying and he knows it, so if he even just so move a muscle to pick up one of those gadgets he’s made then you’ll kick him out of his own dorm

but when he can tell you’re overworking yourself he’ll tell you to stop and take a break

when you would ace a test he’ll throw you a party each time

and when you would do bad on one (the worst you’ve ever gotten was a C) he still throws you a party and pamper you because, as he would say, “to my knowledge, there is no ‘c’ in failure. but i do know ‘Kent’ and ‘failure’ both have an ‘e’.”

you loved how he would cheer you up by just cracking jokes

before finals week approached, chris surprises you by taking you out on a weekend getaway to a concert of your favorite band

“are you kidding me?! these must have cost a fortune!” you gasped as you stared at the tickets in your hand.

“they weren’t when i threatened the guy who i brought them from.”

you giggled and jumped in his arms, “thank you, baby.”

“of course.” he said, smiling as he pulled you closer into him.

he loved making you happy just to see your beautiful smile + you deserved to be happy

you were hit with reality when you got back on campus Sunday night

you were scared as hell for your first final tomorrow and started to regret going on that weekend trip

“chris, do you think it was a good idea to go on that trip when we could have been studying?”

“yeah i think so. we’d probably have fried brains at this point if we did, don’t you think?”

you shrugged, “i guess so.”

“don’t worry, y/n. you got this. if you doubt yourself then you’ll do terrible on the test.”

“that’s what i always do, huh? doubting myself.” you said melancholy as you sat on your bed.

“yeah and you over think.” he squats down to your level, lifting your head up by your chin to look at him. he gently caresses your chin with his thumb. “i took you on the trip for that reason. believe in yourself, y/n…because i believe in you. can you promise me that?”

his viridian-colored eyes stared back into yours waiting for an answer. a moment went by before you smiled at him, “i think that can happen, captain.”

chris jumped up, threw his hand in the air, and yelled a cheerful, “Hell yeah!” before picking you up from the bed—bridal style— spinning you around as you let out a fit of laughter

you were passing your exams left and right all week, and when it came friday for your last exam, you passed that one as well!

when chris heard the news he was so happy for you. and you were happy for him of course, even though you knew he would ace all of his in one day

chris decided to go out to dinner to celebrate finishing the semester with you, along with mitch, jordan, ick, and lazlo.

then you guys went to a carnival and when chris would win anything from a game he would give it to you

“babe, no you deserved this. that was a really hard game.” you told him as you handed it back to him, but only for him to push your hand away.

“no, it’s for you. now come on! i got to win you one more prize for the last exam you passed.” he faked groaned and playfully rolled his eyes before taking your hand in his, smiling cheekily when he heard you laughing behind him.

so yeah even though chris graduates and you have one year left, he’s still gunna be your study buddy and cheering you on until then.

[risustravelogue]

Touchy

Summary:

Alhaitham doesn’t like physical touch. But he makes an exception for you and you alone.

Featuring:

Boyfriend!Alhaitham

Tone:

Fluff -> smut with a very light sprinkle of angst.

Note:

This was first intended to be pure fluff, but the shift to smut was inevitable. I mean, a story about a healthy couple’s tension regarding physical touch? What did you expect? So here it is, my very first (successfully finished) smut. Thanks to @nire-the-mithridatist for the pointers! 💚 You’re invaluable. Original post here.

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Alhaitham is not, by any means, a touchy man.

He’s a tough nut to crack. He never flinches in an argument, and he barely smiles. You can throw your best jokes at him and he would just grunt in approval if he finds them funny. He would probably give a very slight amused smirk in response, but never a smile. It was so bad to the point where you gave up bothering him with your jokes for a while, choosing to tell them to your TCG buddy Cyno instead.

On the more literal side, he’s also averse to physical touch. Early in your relationship, he would pull away from your touches by reflex. You found your feelings to be hurt when he jerked away from your first attempt to physically flirt by touching his arms. He apologized and told you that he wears arm sleeves because he doesn't like the sensation of his arms brushing against things, or worse, other people’s arms.

Over time, though, he learned to accept your touches, from the gentle brushes of your fingers on his palms to rough elbow bumps. You were understandably surprised when he initiated a kiss five months into your relationship. Aside from your first kiss at the time of your confession, you always have to ask him to kiss you, and even then, it took him another month to say, “From now on, you don’t need to ask for permission every time you want to kiss me.”

So it’s a wonder that you got into this situation at all: your usually stoic, averse-to-touch boyfriend is pinning you onto his bed with his lips firmly planted on yours, his hand guiding your smaller one to settle behind his ear.

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Kaveh was the one who answered the door when you stopped by after work last Monday.

“I don’t know what he’s been working on, but I barely see him out of the study today,” he said when you enquired about Alhaitham’s whereabouts.

“Does he eat his meals?” you asked. Kaveh scoffed.

“I don’t care—but,” he held up his hands when you shot him a threatening glare, “his bowl is wet beside the kitchen sink.”

You sighed in relief.

“Good. I’ll bring food tomorrow.”

And so, these past few days, you stopped by to bring them food every morning before you go to work and the evening after work. On Friday night, as Kaveh thanked you after dinner, he told you he’d be visiting a project site the next morning. You thanked him for the information and went to visit the study where your boyfriend is working. You slipped a note under the door before you left the house.

I brought dinner. Hope your work is going well. Want to see you soon. Love you ❤️

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Saturday comes. A smile blooms on your lips as you walk down the streets of Sumeru City. Alhaitham’s favorite meal, the one you cooked this morning, is packed safely in a paper bag. You stroll up to his door and knock.

It takes several more knocks before Alhaitham answers the door, wearing only a pair of short pajama pants.

“G’morning,” he greets you drowsily. You notice that his platinum hair is still a mess.

“Hey,” you greet him back. Grinning, you hold up the paper bag for him to see. “Guess what I brought!”

His lips form a tender smile—the smile you’ve only seen twice before: when you first fell for him in your Akademiya days and when he reciprocated your confession of love.

“I’m starving already,” he says, opening the door wider so you can come in. You walk to the dining space and put the paper bag on the table. A surprised yelp escapes your throat when you feel your boyfriend’s arms gently wrapping around your waist. He nuzzles your neck from behind, his warm breath caressing that sensitive area behind your ear.

“I miss you,” he mumbles. “I miss you so much, I even crave—”

He lifts your right hand and kisses your knuckles. You feel the heat creeping up your cheeks.

“This.”

Your brain short-circuits from the affection he’s pouring onto you. You struggle to find words. You end up saying—

“My punches?”

He chuckles. You shiver as his breath blows softly on your ear.

“No, silly.” He unfolds your fingers and kisses them. “I mean your touch.”

“I—” You gulp. “I thought you don’t like being touched.”

“I don’t mind if it’s you,” he hums. You feel his lips on your shoulder. “After all, you’re always so gentle and thoughtful with your hands.”

He turns you around in his arms and bends down to kiss your lips. Something is different with the way he’s kissing you today—is it the exhaustion from overworking? You feel the answer tugging at your brain, but before you can finish your train of thought, he pulls away from the kiss and lifts your chin with his right hand.

“I want you.” His thumb traces your lower lip. “Can I?”

You’re unsure of what he means. He already has you, after all. But his turquoise-red eyes are burning with a passion you’ve never seen before in anyone. He dips into another kiss, and as he presses his body against yours, you feel something against your lower stomach.

Oh.

You push him away in reflex.

“I—” you stutter.

He gives you a wry smile. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

You shake your head, putting your hands on his arms to reassure him. He feels warmer to the touch than usual.

“No, it’s just—” You turn your gaze aside, then back to meet his. “I’ve never done this with anyone.”

He smiles again, and you can almost hear your defenses crumble.

“Then let’s try together,” he says.

You nod.

He leads you into his bedroom, gently holding your hand all the way. You follow his lead, your mind unsure of what to expect. He locks the door behind you—“just in case Kaveh decides to come back”—then the tone of his voice changes.

“Strip,” he orders.

You do as he asks under his admiring gaze. He catches your hands when you try to remove your underwear. “That’s my part,” he growls, then pulls you into a passionate kiss. He puts your arms around his neck. You pull him further down into the kiss. He lowers himself to put his hands behind your knees, positions your legs around his waist, then lifts you up and carries you to the bed. He stumbles onto the bedside and inadvertently lets go of you, leaving you falling on your back into his bed. He kneels on the bed, pushing one of his knees between your legs, causing you to let out a surprised moan.

In his eyes, you look so perfect right now.

He bows down. With his elbows supporting his weight, he pulls your left wrist up, guiding your hand to settle behind his right ear.

“Here,” he whispers. He moans when you massage his scalp at just the right spot. He lowers himself to nibble on your lower lip for a bit, then mumbles “Open,” into your lips. You oblige, and his tongue slides inside your mouth to intertwine with yours. Not surprisingly, he tastes like toothpaste. Your moans grow louder as the movements cause your clit to rub against his thigh.

He stops kissing you to pull down his pants, revealing his erect cock. As he sits beside you on the edge of the bed, you find yourself unable to take your eyes off his crotch. You’ve seen illustrations of men’s privates in some pornographic light novels you stumbled upon some time ago, but seeing a real one makes your cheeks go hotter than they already are.

“I want you to touch me,” he says, taking your right hand to caress his cock with your knuckles. As you position yourself to face him, a naughty idea pops into your head.

“I can do better,” you smirk before going down to kiss his hardness.

He moans in approval. You proceed to take his cock into your mouth, placing your hands on his inner thighs. You can feel the tension in his muscles as he tries very hard to not thrust his hips upwards. You can taste his salty precum when you lick the tip of his cock, eliciting a higher-pitched moan from him.

“Wh—where did you learn how to do that?” he asks. You look up to meet his gaze.

“Light novels,” you answer. Before he can comment, you circle your tongue around his tip and suck.

He cries in pleasure as he reaches his climax, spurting salty, slightly bitter cum into your mouth. You find yourself liking the taste of your beloved's essence. You want more, but you need attention, too—especially down there. You withdraw and stand facing him, then you gesture to your underwear.

“Please take this off,” you plead. The feeling of your boyfriend’s fingers sliding down your thighs sends shivers all over your body. You kick your underwear aside and lean forward to kiss him. Even though your mind is hazy from arousal, you manage to position yourself to straddle your boyfriend's crotch, just right so that the tip of his cock is right against your entrance. You place your fingers on the side of his neck. He shivers in delight as your fingertips slowly move to settle on his well-defined chest.

“Is this okay?” you ask. He answers by putting his hands on your hips and pulling you down. Your wet, slick walls engulf half of his length in that one move. He thrusts his hips upwards to bury himself completely inside you. Then he pulls out—not completely, but just enough to make you feel empty—then thrusts to fill you again.

And again.

And again.

You grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself between his rhythmic movements. You try to match his pace, moving your hips to meet his. You settle on a comfortable pace—it's not perfect, but it still works wonderfully. Your moans and his blend into a symphony of want and love. You reach your climax when he reaches his once again, the warm feeling of his seed filling your womb pushing you over the edge.

You sigh in contentment as you lay your head upon your boyfriend’s wide shoulder, panting from the intense exercise. He pulls his cock out and lies back on the bed. With an adoring smile on his lips, he gestures for you to lie on his chest. You place your head above his heart to listen to his heartbeat. You can hear him hum and breathe, feel his fingers play with your hair, smell his true scent. You absentmindedly caress his arm, your thoughts in a world of your own. How he ended up being yours may be an eternal secret of the stars, but right now, all his being screams to the heavens that you’re his, and he’s yours.

You feel tears roll down your face. You’ve never felt so wanted, so needed, so loved before in your life.

He stops humming when he notices that you’re crying. He sits up carefully and wipes the tears off your face with his thumbs.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asks. You smile and caress his cheek.

"You’d never hurt me,” you answer. “I’m just… thankful. I’m thankful that I met you. That you trust me enough to touch you like this.”

He smiles.

“You know,” he says, “I don’t like to be touched because my skin is very sensitive. But this—you—”

He takes your hand and places your palm lightly on his chest.

“I enjoy being touched by you,” he declares, that tender smile you love so much on his lips. “I love you so much.”

You lean forward to kiss him. You find yourself smiling like a love-stricken idiot.

Well, at least the love-stricken part is true.

“I love you, too.”

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[ptergwen]

you know that one scene in ffh when people keep knocking on the door while fury is trying to speak to peter? could you maybe do something like that but instead it’s peter and stark reader wanting some alone time (you can make it smut or fluff idm!) also, i am so in love with your work it’s amazing :)❣️

knock before you enter

w/c: 1.3k

warnings: implied smut, dirty jokes, swearing

a/n: i went a lil overboard because i was having too much fun :,) and i kinda combined the two i hope that’s okay!

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you let out a breath of relief as peter finally presses his lips to yours. he grins at that, his hands continuing to roam your body while you kiss. it’s a needy kiss, one you’ve been waiting the whole day to share.

you’d thought europe of all places would give you the opportunity to explore each other more. you’re away from your overbearing father, you don’t have team responsibilities. there was one mishap with a water monster nearly destroying the city. you both managed to fight it off together. tony was right to make you bring your suit, and may encouraged her nephew to do the same. the stark’s and parker’s think alike.

most of the pestering you’ve faced this trip has come from your teachers and fellow classmates. whether it’s mr. dell assigning work or flash trying to film you two for a livestream, you and peter can’t get a moment alone. that’s about to change. you’re in peter’s hotel room after a fun yet highly supervised day in venice.

most kids are getting ready for bed, at mr. harrington’s request. he’s adamant on everyone having a good night sleep before the walking tour you’re taking tomorrow. you and peter plan to do everything but sleep, however.

“you taste like toothpaste,” peter mumbles against your mouth, arms winding around your back. “is that a good or bad thing?” you giggle and tug at his undone curls. that elicits a high pitched whine from him. “depends on who you ask. me personally, i think it’s sexy.” he’s laying over you on his bed, your fingers tangling in his locks. “open up, then,” you practically purr. peter happily obliges and resumes his kissing.

right when his tongue glides over your lower lip, there’s a knock on the wall.

“i thought you said ned wouldn’t be back…” your words trail off when peter starts to kiss down your neck. “for a while,” you add, softer. “he won’t. last time i checked, he was with betty,” peter replies and effortlessly finds your sweet spot. he nudges it with his nose, making a smile spread across your face. “ok, keep going,” you pull on the roots of his hair gently. peter pecks at your lips. “gotcha, baby.”

he’s kissing his way back to your sweet spot when there’s more knocking, this time much louder. with quirked eyebrows, peter detaches his lips from your skin. “um… hello?” he hesitantly answers. “finally. i was ready to come kick down your door, you idiot,” mj speaks through the thin wall. you squeeze your eyes shut in annoyance, not saying anything. “what do you want, mj? it’s late,” peter sighs back.

“so what? i know you’re not sleeping,” mj insists, leaning against the wall. “i can hear everything. hey, y/n.” peter’s face tints a light shade of pink. you make wide eyes up at him. “hi, i guess. you good over there?” her lips form a line. “i was until the horrendous sounds of parker clapping your cheeks disturbed my reading.” peter grips at your waist with a pout.

“what? we weren’t- i- i didn’t-“ “spare me the details,” mj sharply cuts in, opening whatever mystery novel she recently bought. “i don’t care what you do, as long as you do it quietly. deal?” seeing as peter is too flustered to speak, you take over again. “yeah, sorry. we’ll tone it down. goodnight, em.” “ciao,” she says before returning to her book.

peter shakes his head, fully burying his face in your neck. “that was embarrassing. she’s so…” “nosy,” you finish for him. your fingers brush back some hair that flopped over his forehead. “at least she’s not telling on us or whatever.” he puffs air out of his cheeks, placing a kiss under your chin. “true. you wanna pick up where we left off?” “ugh, yes,” you instantly groan.

your lips are colliding with peter’s again, just like that. it isn’t for too long. his hands settle on your stomach and under your shorts, then you hear someone banging on the door. they talk before either you or peter can tell them to fuck off.

“y/n, is that you?” brad questions, your face twisting in confusion. “uh, yeah. how’d you know?” peter bites the inside of his cheek while brad converses. “i stopped by your room. betty said you might be here… with him.” the him in question is peter, who chuckles bitterly. “what’s up, buddy? we’re kind of in the middle of something. i’m sure you knew that, too.”

“i didn’t, but thanks for sharing,” brad sarcastically responds. “y/n said she’d give me her notes on one of the da vinci exhibits.” peter cocks his head to the side. “she did?” he wonders, looking over at you. “you did?” “it was either that or help him myself,” you explain and drag your fingers along the back of his neck soothingly. “the kid doesn’t leave me alone.”

peter nods, wrapping a protective arm around your middle. “she’ll give you them tomorrow, brad. isn’t it past your bedtime?” “point taken,” brad scoffs and heads back to his room. you draw peter in closer to you. “thanks, pete. hopefully, that’ll be our last guest for the night.” he kisses both your cheeks with a grin. “where were we, mio amore?”

“ooh, i love it when you speak italian,” you giggle, peter cupping your face in his hands.“grazie, bellissima.” he winks and earns a puzzled face from you. “bellissima?” “that means beautiful.” instead of responding with words, you use your mouth to move on his. peter happily kisses back and lets your tongues intertwine. things quickly heat up, peter slipping your shorts down your legs and you lifting his pajama shirt.

you’re both only half undressed and running off broken up kisses, but so desperate. you part your legs for peter, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties. “think you can keep your oath of silence?” he teases and nips at your covered collarbone. “the real question is, can you?” you challenge. peter doesn’t get the chance to answer because the door suddenly flies open.

there stands ned, his mouth agape at the sight of a shirtless peter undressing you. you’re the first to notice. you see over peter’s shoulder and gasp. concern covers his features. “what is it, baby? do you want-“ “ned!” you whisper yell. his concern becomes shock. “you want ned?” “no, peter! he’s right there!” teeth sinking into your lip, you point behind him. peter looks and surely enough, there’s his best friend rendered speechless in the doorway.

“dude, what the hell are you doing here?” peter squeaks, you grabbing your shorts from next to you. he turns around to shield you while you put them back on. “aren’t you supposed to be with betty?” “we, um, finished,” ned gulps in response. “finished what- oh.” peter scratches the back of his neck as it hits him. “yuck, ned. a gentleman never tells.” “says you! this is my room too, you know,” he defends himself, you moving out from behind peter.

“and betty’s room is also mine. consider us even,” you hand peter his t-shirt with a satisfied smirk. he murmurs a thank you and throws it back on. ned uncomfortably shifts from foot to foot in the doorway. “that’s fair… are you leaving now?” “i should before mr. harrington makes his rounds,” you reluctantly decide. “i liked it better when people actually knocked,” peter says under his breath, standing to give you a goodnight hug.

“it’s not even this bad at home. i’ll take my dad and friday spying on us over a walk of shame any day,” you exhale as peter pulls you into his chest. hugging back by his torso, you give him an innocent kiss on the cheek. his lips brush your forehead. “maybe we’ll have better luck tomorrow. should we try again, same time?” a familiar and irritated voice yells through the wall. mj.

“please god, no!”

[absolutebl]

This Week In BL

Dec 2021 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Bad Buddy (YouTube) Ep 7 - Secret boyfriends subverted the seme/uke dynamic using BL tropes (YES!), we had a possible GL really take off and general good times. I’m live blogging it here.

Paint with Love (Gaga) Ep 3 - I liked this better than the previous two, both characters seemed less abrasive plus I always appreciate a good makeover montage. Got tropes like baby is a floppy drunk and the dreaded sponge bath but executed in a very grown up way, (because this is a very grown up BL, and I’m still not sure how I feel about that). 

Loveless Society Ep 3 - hadn’t dropped by midday Friday so I’ll check tomorrow. I’m not fussed. 

Baker Boys (YouTube) Ep 5-6 (not a BL) - I’ve basically given up on this one. I’ll probably keep watching it but with no effort to stay current or report on it here. 

Love With Benefits Ep 5 fin - and that’s apparently the end. Okay? Anyway, got unexpectedly higher heat than I thought it would, which was nice, but I was still left with a terrible case of second lead syndrome (damn you, Best). This is why I loathe love triangles. 5/10 RECOMMENDED only if you have nothing better to do and don’t mind love triangles. 

Between Us (YouTube) special 5 - I can’t even with these two, they are actually trying to kill us with cute. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Type (Taiwan indie - hard to find) Ep 7 - lost my lead on this one so now I’m falling behind. 

Kieta Hatsukoi AKA My Love Mix Up (Japan - Viki/Netflix) Ep 9 - as was foretold the ep 9 that dropped and is floating around grey sites is a mix of recap + BTS footage. No one knows if there will be two more episodes or if this really was an actually ep 9, and the next ep will be billed and label as ep 10 and therefore our last one. But the latter seems more likely. There’s 2 more. 

Utsukushii Kare AKA My Beautiful Man (Japan - Gaga) Ep 4 - the college years begin. And how much do I love this profoundly warped little show? SO MUCH. Starting us off with just one of those dinner theater things where you accidentally introduce your new boyfriend to his semi-abusive ex who promptly tries to establish dominance and steal him back... in front of your brother. Good stuff. (Honestly, how many subby boys who don't like nice guys have I meet over the years? SO MANY.  Practically and archetype of the kink scene.) I don’t even have 2nd lead syndrome with this one, because we know Koyama doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell, because the boy likes hell far too much to even think about the snowball. You know what I like best about this show? No one but Japan could have made this. It’s just so... THEM. 

Mr Cinderella (Vietnam - YouTube maybe restricted) Ep 2 - it’s really very good, I love that the Khoa, the doctor character, is openly gay and I love the sulky tsundere with reason bad boy. The doctor flirting him into complete confusion is kinda adorable. Definitely the best BL out of Vietnam so far. ALSO cutest most poetic miss caption ever...

“This feeling sounds familiar.” - Mr Cinderella 

In Case You Missed It

Japanese BL Kieta Hatsukoi has rebooted its run on Viki (for most international audiences), so you can now watch it legally there as My Love Mix-Up! It’s fully eng subbed through Episode 8.

Thai BL Secret Crush on You (previously known as Stalker the series) Teaser trailer here. Starts Feb 11on Ch3Thailand and IDOLFACTORY’s YouTube channel international.

Another KBL announced: Love in Spring from WATCHA (Light On Me) a web drama that’s already started filming. Adaptation is based on the webtoon Spring of Crush by Noh Myung Hee. 

New KBL coming SOON; Behind Cut (Emotion Studio and ATA) starts Dec 28, 8 episode run. Stars Park Bum Jun (also a model and drummer in Kpop band 2Z, under stage name Bumjun), Eom Se Ung (formerly of Kpop group The Man BLK), and Choo Seok Young. Described as "a fashionable love story of Gi Jin, a stylist who chases his dreams, Lee Bin, a top model, and Young Woo, a man with no big dream.

Gossip

Vietnamese BL production house, AB Studios released its 2022 line up. Letters = melodramatic and dark (teaser), Melody In Me = classic uni-style BL from a country that’s never done it before, music and baking club, 2 soft boi pairing, (teaser - July 2022), Rin = unknown (Winter 2022).

New Chinese (supposedly) BL In Your Heart. Two boys kissing in the snow on the poster which means... THEY GONNA DIE! Eh, ya know how it goes. China does not allow out gays to end happily in a BL. Not anymore. Imma watch it, of course. But don’t you dare say you’ve not been warned. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Remember Not Me, Kieta Hatsukoi, and Mr. Cinderella all air on Sunday! It’s like global BL appreciation day. 

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here. I keep a full record there of everything I announce.

This week’s best moments?