#why isn't Friday coming faster?

[yujeong]

I am deeply fascinated by White's fear.

I have no idea whatsoever why this boy believes he's dirty/filthy, or why he thinks Tee specifically would view him that way. The show has given us all but mere glimpses of his POV and none have managed to give me a concrete reason for it. But this is what makes it so interesting. Even with only 1 episode left, the writers can do wonders with this. Throughout the show, but especially in Ep11, we see White being pretty open about his attraction/love to Tee. He's the one who pursued him, who flirted with him, who went to visit him at his job everyday, who tutored him, who *kissed* him. Is this why he feels that way? It can't be, right? The boy is doing all this in public, it's not shame for his sexuality that's the issue. So, the other conclusion is that it's about sex. It makes him feel dirty, it makes him feel that *Tee* himself views him as dirty, even though he loves White and he loves having sex with White, something I'm sure White himself knows as well. Going back to Ep1, we do get some indication about White's fear, though it could be just me grasping at straws here:

1) During the first TeeWhite scene we got, White gets a hallucination of the masked murderer standing in the woods, watching them, while he's making out with Tee. He stops and says this:

Tee dismisses White's worries, saying everyone's inside the house so there's nobody to watch them, and White does this face:

and needs a few seconds to get back into it after they start kissing again. 2) When they return to the others and Top asks them if they had sex, White's reaction is this:

and later, when Top asks if he could participate too, White's reaction is this:

White doesn't really show evident discomfort, but he doesn't show indifference either. The main argument in favor of that is the fact that he appeared in front of others like this:

and after Top's comments, he is now like this:

He fixed his T-shirt in order for it to be tucked away in his pants, something he didn't even intend to do before Top's comments. He became self-conscious. 3) When the gang go to the CCTV room to find out where Por has gone, they stumble upon the TeeWhite scene of them kissing on the balcony. White's reaction is this:

which is followed, by this:

and then, by this:

White looks incredibly out of his depth and ashamed, mainly due to Top's attitude which is why he glances at his direction more than once. It's the most evident example we get in the series. Also, I find Tee's words here interesting. He says "My little one will cry, change the camera", meaning he knows other people knowing more about their sex life makes White feel embarrassed. Just a small detail that makes me curious. I believe it's due to example 3 that White gets this hallucination later in Ep2:

My main reason for this is the position. As many people have pointed out, it's at the place Tee mostly kissed him: his neck, spreading over his shoulder. All in all, I refuse to believe White is simply vain, especially since it's such a big fear of his that he has hallucinations about Tee feeling disgusted with him. It all just leaves me so puzzled. Just... White. Who are you?

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141 x POC!GN Intelligence Operative - Thanks for the ride (Long Drabble) Author's Notes: Personally this one is the worst one of the four. Also I didn't expect this to be this long. Warnings: MDNI, Angst

Did Soap enjoy being a little shit? Most of the time. But when it involved hurting you, even disguised as Price’s doing, he couldn’t find any joy in it. He may have successfully ruined Price in your eyes but at what cost?

He knew that you would only take so much of this. He wasn’t stupid. You will snap one day and all of their efforts to keep you will end up being futile. But some sick part of him hoped that you liked them enough to stay. That’ll you’ll hold out as much as they have so far.

And if you hold out long enough, maybe, just maybe, Soap can outlast the others. It’s only a matter of time before the others get over their little crush. Right?

But until then, he’ll be waiting. He’ll keep his distance but he’ll come as soon as you start calling.

Like now, as his phone lights up with your name. It’s Friday morning and he’s currently spotting Gaz on the bench press when his phone starts to ring. His heart jumps when he sees your name. He swipes his phone and answers it.

“Sergeant MacTavish,” he says. He cringes at his words.

“Sergeant,” you start. He could cry. He’s not just your sergeant, he’s Johnny, your Johnny-boy. “I am so sorry to bother you so early but I didn’t know who else to call.” He could tell from the tone of your voice that you were in trouble. He turns around to avoid Kyle from overhearing.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I'm okay, but... I... I'm on my way to base, but my car just broke down. I'd walk but I won't make it on time to today's meeting if I do. Is there anyway you can pick me up? I'll pay for gas and your time. Again, I am so sorry for bother--"

"It's not a bother. I'll be there in 10." He hangs up the phone before you can say anything else. Soap was truly God's favorite. Despite everything, you still called him. And like always, he'll answer.

"Everything good there, buddy?" pipes up Gaz.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry. Uh... just one of the techs," Soap explains. He grabs his bag and tells Gaz he has to go... "bomb emergency." He leaves and rushes to his room. He zips through his room, trying to change into something less sweaty. He wasn't sure why, but his heart was racing.

Was he nervous?

Of course he was nervous.

This would be the first time in over a month that you called him for something that didn't involve a mission. There would be no Ghost, no Price, no Gaz to get in his way. He sprays some perfume that you had gotten him for his birthday, grabs his keys, and runs out of his room.

It's just a straight shot - straight down the hall and to the parking lot. Should be easy?

Wrong.

Waiting for him at the door was his fellow sergeant, Kyle Gaz Garrick.

"Where you going there, buddy? Isn't techs on the other side of the base?" He stands up straight, staring the Scotsman down.

Soap does the same. One way or another, he was going to give you that ride. "It is, but it'll be faster if I drive there. So if you can move, you'd make my day." He tries to side-step Gaz, but Gaz stay still. "Move!" Soap tries to push his teammate. Kyle pushes back, pinning him up against the wall, his arm over his neck.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice? Mate, your brightness and volume were all the way up ," he scoffs. "You really think I'm going to let you be the hero here."

"Get off!" Soap roars. He shoves Kyle back and punches him in the gut, forcing the sergeant to fall to his knees. However, it does nothing to stop him as Kyle lunges at the Scotsman, forcing him on the floor. They tussle for a bit before two pairs of arms pull the sergeants off from one another.

"What the hell is going on here?" commands Price. He has Soap in his grip while Ghost grabs Gaz.

"Soap here is trying to see them without us," Gaz spits out. Soap feels Price's hold on him tighten. Soap tries to explain himself. How you had called HIM for a ride and he was just trying to be a good teammate.

Price lets out an empty laugh. "Just like how I was trying to help with lunch." Fuck. Soap knew that was going to bite him in the ass, but he didn't think so soon. Ghost lets Gaz go. Gaz walks towards Soap and snatches the keys from his hands.

Soap tries to stop him, but it's no use, Price isn't budging.

And you of course don't know that all of this is going back on base. You're stuck in your car, waiting for Soap to come pick you up. You weren't happy that you called him, but you really had no choice. The bus had already passed, you didn't have enough time to walk, and it looked like it was going to rain. Besides, Soap said it wasn't a bother.

15 minutes have passed and you were starting to get antsy. The meeting was going to start soon and Soap still hadn't come by. You decide to text him... worst case, he's driving and can't answer.

You: Hey! Sorry to bother, but are you close? Again thank you so much for the ride

You put your phone down and look out the window.

Buzz, buzz.

Johnny-boy: Something came up. Sorry.

No fucking way. You could cry right now. And not even out of disappointment, but out of anger. You don't even bother to answer. You turn off your phone and jump out of your car. At this point, it didn't even matter. You were going to be late either way. What's the point of giving them a heads up?

And to your luck, it starts to rain... hard. Could your day get any worse? Fuck, your month, really? Whatever you did, there's no way it was that bad to deserve all of this.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't hear the racing car blasting rock music behind you.

Back on base, Soap is close to just dying in his seat. The 141 are all in the conference room, waiting for your arrival. Gaz and Price are in their seats while Ghost blocks the door. He can see his phone in his Lieutenant's pocket.

Soap begs him to let him go. It's pouring out there and knowing how stubborn you could be, you're probably walking in this weather.

Price shoots him a pointed look. "You really think I'd let them walk in this rain. I already sent some rookies to pick them up." And on cue, his phone rings. "Look, it's the rookies."

Price answers the phone. But instead, of keeping his neutral face, he just frowns. "What do you mean they're not there?" Soap's blood runs cold. Price argues with the rookies for a bit until he hangs up. The room tenses. Everyone looks at Price with baited breath. They all assume the worst. But before anyone can even suggest it, the door opens.

"141! My favorite team! How are... what's with the long faces?" The men all pause. They all had forgotten that Nikolai was going to help them on this next op.

"Nik, not the time," Price grumbles out. All of the men agree. Right now, you were missing and it was all their fault.

Nik gets serious and takes a seat. He assures them that things will work out. Once you finish changing, you can all brainstorm and find a solution.

Once you finish changing?

Soap makes the connection first. He asks Nik if you were on base.

"Da. Found them on my way here." Soap could just cry out of joy. You were okay. You were alive.

His joy is cut short when you come in. You don't say anything. You take your seat at the end of the table.

You look at all of them with indifference, with apathy. "Let's get started."

Soap calls your name. He wasn't sure what he was going to say. All he knew was that he needed to talk to you.

You glare at him. "Sergeant MacTavish, we've wasted enough time today. Let's just do our job," you spit out. You reel in your anger. You were done with Soap, with this team, with everyone.

Soap sinks in his seat. He didn't think you were capable of hatred.

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[sweetbans29]

Teach Me: The Art of Teasing (iii) - PB

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Readers

Previous Part & Next Part

Summary: You and Paige have been best friends for the last 6 years. You trust her completely. And it is because of that trust that you ask her a rather forward question. AKA - You ask Paige to teach you.

Warnings: Mature, I didn't proofread this one, I will eventually 🫠

Word Count: 4.7k

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AN: Well well well. We meet again 😉

Friday night approached faster than you had expected. You went on the date with the girl from your class and everything went well. Both of you hit it off right at the start and the night ended with her asking to see you again. Overall it was a good time.

You get back from your date to find Paige in her room playing Fortnite. Coming in, you plop on her bed and start scrolling through your phone.

If there was anything that you learned about your best friend it was to not interrupt her while she was gaming. You only made the mistake once but it was enough to never do it again.

It was junior year of high school and you and Paige were heading back to her place after practice. Your dad had put them through a brutal practice and even though you weren't physically involved in it, it was mentally exhausting. Due to the teams' physical exhaustion, their game was off and it was hard to watch.

When you got to Paige's house, she went straight in to take a shower and you fell on her bed - falling asleep almost immediately.

You wake up, the sun already set and the only light source in your best friend's room coming from Paige's computer screen.

Stretching, you let out a low moan, your head still pounding from earlier. You sit up and scoot over the side of the bed closest to where Paige is sitting.

You tap her shoulder, wanting to see if she wants to get food.

She ignores you, eyes glued to the screen. Her headset is on and you know it would be pointless to try and talk to her.

You keep poking her, at one point trying to hold of her hand to get her attention. It isn't until Paige jerks away from you that you realize you may not be wanted there right now. You take the hint, trying not to feel too hurt that your best friend is ignoring you, and make your way home.

It wasn't late enough to be worried about driving but your headache should have been. You get home and immediately open your fridge grabbing something to eat then make your way to your own bed.

Sleep comes a little harder for you this time around - your mind is still on Paige pulling away from you. You watch the practice footage to try and pin down what the team can do to adjust, taking some notes as your eyes begin to feel heavy again. You fall asleep with your phone in your hand.

You are woken up by someone pulling your phone out of your hand.

Your eyes flutter open as you see Paige moving your phone to your nightstand.

"B?" You ask confused as to why she should be here.

She doesn't say anything, but rather gets under the covers next to you and curls up next to you. When she does, you slightly inch away from her still feeling the sting of pulling away from you earlier. She sighs.

"I'm sorry." She says. You don't respond, not really wanting to talk about it right now - not really sure why her pulling away from you affected you as much as it did.

"I get so wrapped up in the game and after the practice today, and I - I don't know," Paige says as she is now tossing in your bed. The frustration evident.

If you were honest with yourself - there is really no reason for you to be upset at the girl. You just watched the practice film again and it is clearly visible how much Paige was off her game. At the end of the day - she has the right to be frustrated even if it comes off on you.

"Noted - don't bug B when she is playing Fortnite," you joke, knowing there is no point in holding a grudge over something so simple.

Paige pushes you, then immediately pulls you back to her.

"I guess I am just not as important as your game," you say jokingly.

"Shut up and go to sleep," she says. You just shake your head and turn over, falling asleep next to your best friend.

That was also the night that you learned Paige doesn't like to sleep alone.

You aren't waiting long before Paige is off her game, jumping on her bed next to you. You don't look up from your phone when you hear her speak.

"So...how was it?" She asks, not fully knowing if she wants to hear the answer.

"It was good, we really hit it off. She wants to go out again next week," you say with a smile.

Paige just nods. She pushes you a little further.

"Did you get to put our first lesson to use?" Paige asks.

"Maybe," you say with a light blush creeping into your cheeks.

You did put your first lesson to use but it wasn't what you had expected. The kiss came after dinner when the two of you went for a walk before she dropped you off.

It was nice, but it wasn't like kissing Paige.

Never in a million years would you admit that to her, you couldn't. She's your best friend. She also goes out and has her own fun, so why couldn't you?

Paige pushes you in a teasing manner.

"Okay okay, we both need to go to bed - it's an early practice tomorrow and you, little miss, need some rest." You say as you bop her nose.

She gives her cute little Paige smile and you get up and begin to head out of her room.

"You aren't staying here tonight?" She asks - trying not to show her disappointment.

"I just need to wash my face and change B, I'll be right back," you say going into your room.

Paige sits on her bed and she feels that nagging at her heart again. She picks up her phone and scrolls through it, finding a familiar name, and shooting them a text. It takes less than a minute for them to respond.

[Come over, I'll be waiting] - 10:33pm

Paige gets up and grabs a jacket, making sure it isn't one of yours and walks out of her room.

You walk out of your room with a clean face and fresh PJs.

"Are you going somewhere?" You ask, ready to curl up in bed.

"Ya...don't worry about waiting up. I'll see you at practice tomorrow morning," she says not making eye contact with you.

"Okay B, be safe." You say, knowing exactly where she is going. There is no hiding the disappointment on your face as she walks past you and out the door.

It looks like you are sleeping in your own bed tonight.

You get to practice early to watch some recent practice films. Since seeing your IQ for the game - Geno invited you to practices which then led to him adding a 'student manager' spot for you on the team. It became a win-win situation. You got to learn from one of the best college basketball coaches and he got to another person to help bring the team to another victory. It also helped that your dad and Geno have been lifelong friends.

You are sitting in the film room - your plan was to watch the practice reels but when you are the first one in you can't help but play older game film.

Putting it on the screen, you kill the lights and sink into one of the chairs.

"My first NCAA championship win," Geno says as he walks into the room. "I can remember it like it was yesterday."

He takes a seat a few away from you and watches just as intently as you are.

"This team was incredible - you went undefeated that season and I can see why." You say, eyes not daring to rip away from the screen.

"Ya, their knowledge of the game was unlike any I have seen before. Their chemistry and willingness to put their head down and work is something that really drove the team dynamic." He says. "I think this team can get there."

You give him a hum.

"How long have you been here?" He asks knowing practice doesn't officially start for another 45 minutes.

"Oh I haven't been here long," you say which was a complete lie. You are into the fourth quarter of the game and Geno knows you never start a film midway.

He just nods, knowing not to push it. Geno has seen you grow up - it wasn't all the time but he is one of the only people who knows you almost as well as your dad. He's the only one at UConn who knows why you stopped playing basketball in the first place and that speaks volumes. He also knows that when there is something on your mind, you pour yourself into the game.

The two of you sit in silence as the game comes to a close.

"I should start watching last practice films," you say as you navigate bringing up the tapes.

"Why don't you go do a shootaround to clear your mind?" He suggests. It has been a while since you have done one and he knows it would do you good.

You nod and he follows you out.

During practices, you mess around with the team but never really put a shot up. And when it comes to working and training with Paige - it is always her. If you were honest with yourself you knew you missed the game - you missed being on the court being a part of the 5.

Geno goes to the baseline and you pick up a ball, beginning to dribble it. You put up your first shot and miss.

Geno hits you with the ball and you do a little step back going up for another. It hits the rim but falls in. You give yourself a nod and Geno hits you again. You make your way around, putting up a variety of shots. On the last one you put up, you hit from deeper than you intended, leaving your hand up as the ball finds its way perfectly into the basket.

You hear clapping come from the back corner of the gym alongside some cheering.

You whip your head around to find Azzi and Aaliyah walking towards you.

"Girl can shoot!" Aaliyah says as she comes over giving you a playful nudge.

"Why have we never seen you shoot?" Azzi asks. "You are actually really good."

"Well duh she is good - she is the reason our team shooting average has gone up 5%," Aaliyah says as if it was a known thing that you could play ball.

The rest of the team begins to arrive and Paige walks up to the three of you.

"Yo P, you just missed it!" Aaliyah says as she goes on about seeing you put up a deep three. Paige turns to you with tired eyes but a surprising look.

Whenever you and Paige would practice, you would rarely put up a shot. She would always encourage you knowing you used to play but you always refused. Paige would try and push it but you would straight up end the practice which then forced Paige to back off. As close of friends as you are - she has never seen you put up a three. Now her teammates have and can't stop raving about it which causes a jealous fire to burn within her. If Paige just would have left and gone home last night (or in the dark hours of the morning) then she would have arrived with Azzi and Aaliyah. But no, she spent the night at that girl's apartment and had to go grab her practice gear before coming.

Paige nods, eyes not leaving you.

You on the other hand were fixated on Azzi and Aaliyah as Geno claps for everyone to get moving.

You make your way to the practice room and Paige runs up to walk with you.

"So you're putting up threes now?" Paige says, trying not to sound hurt because in the grand scheme of things she had no reason to be.

"Just clearing my mind," you say picking up your playbook.

Just as Paige is about to ask why you were clearing your head Geno is yelling at Paige to get geared up for practice so she bites her tongue.

Paige heads in and gets ready.

The team made it through practice - they were getting ready for the toughest game of the season. You are sitting at your desk in the office finishing up some work when Paige walks in and sits across from you.

The whole practice, you couldn't take your eyes off of her. It was painful. The memory of her leaving last night and your imagination creating the plot of what happened after she left had you sick. It wasn't the first time she went out to have a good time with someone who you never asked about but with new feelings stirring in you about your best friend.

"So...clearing your mind?" Paige asks, not dropping the topic from before practice. Similarly to you, Paige's mind was going a mile a minute. She was trying to suppress the jealousy that just continued to build every time she saw Azzi talk to you during practice. Paige had been trying for years to get you to do a shoot around and they got to see you do one without asking. Paige was going to get to the bottom of this if it was the last thing she did today.

"Yep, I didn't sleep well," you say not looking at her. That was as much as you wanted to disclose.

Paige felt her heart fall. You didn't say it but she knew it had to do with her telling you to get ready and then running out last night. She didn't really want to but knew she needed a distraction from you - if Paige was honest with herself, she would have much rather slept by your side.

"I also didn't sleep well," Paige says.

You finally look up at her.

"I'm surprised you slept at all," you say starting to joke with her again.

Paige's hand comes up to her face, rubbing it to hide the blush creeping up her neck and face. She mumbles 'should've stayed home' and you chuckle.

"Well can't change the past but we can both go home and nap," you say packing up your stuff and standing.

Paige stands awkwardly, all her normal confidence drained from her.

You grab her arm and hook yours around it and walk out. Paige tries to shake the feeling of having you so close to her but all she can think about is the feeling of your lips on her. How your skin felt on her fingertips. How her body was on fire when it was pressed up against yours.

The two of you make your way back to the apartment and you immediately fall onto your bed.

"B, come lay down and nap with me." You say, eyes closed. Paige is just standing in your room, slowly pacing.

"B, come here." You say.

She sighs and sits on your bed, not lying down yet.

"Why haven't you ever done a shoot around with me?" Paige asks.

"B, you know I don't want to talk about it," you say with a groan.

"You never want to talk about it," she says almost mad that you won't talk to her about the most dramatic time of your life.

"When I am ready, I will," you say sitting up. "Where is this coming from?" You say coming to sit next to her.

She shakes her head and suddenly feels silly about how much missing you shoot a basketball is affecting her. She looks down at her hands picking at her nails.

You grab her hands and bring them to your lap.

"B, what's up? Talk to me." You say begging her.

"I didn't get to see it," she says. "It is so dumb to think about how much not seeing you shoot a basketball is making me feel but I have known you for how long now and I haven't seen you do what I love. I have bugged you so much to get you to shoot with me and you never do. Now Azzi and Aaliyah have seen something I have waiting so long to see and," Paige tries to find the words.

"Hey, B. No one was supposed to see it. That was for me and no one else. They just happened to get to practice early, which usually includes you..." you say trying to get her to get out of her head over the matter.

"When I am ready, I will tell you, I promise." You say looking at your best friend.

She just nods, looking into your eyes. She slowly begins to lean in, her eyes flickering in between your eyes and your lips. You try to maintain your breathing as Paige moves closer to you.

Her hands remove from yours, one of them coming to your face, caressing it in the softest manner. This is the complete opposite of what Paige was doing last night. Any time Paige goes and meets some random girl it is always fast and needy, always self-focused. This is different. You are different.

You lick your lip and lightly bite down on it. Paige's eyes nearly roll back at the sight. Her thumb comes up and removes your lip from your bite, yet again.

"I should shower," Paige says just above a whisper, her eyes not leaving your lips. Her breathing is uneven. You are right in front of her, she could take you right here, right now and you would be hers. You are willing to let her do anything she wants and you want to tell her that but you just nod.

"When I am out, we will start your next lesson," Paige says as she rubs your bottom lip with her thumb. "The art of teasing."

Paige then gets up and makes her way to take a shower, leaving you there stunned and excited for what is to come.

You lay down and begin scrolling on your phone. After waiting about 20 minutes and still hearing the shower on, you close your eyes to rest.

When you realize you have fallen asleep, you shoot up. Looking around, you see Paige asleep next to you. Her arms wrapped around one of your pillows, her phone right next to her hand. You smile when you see her and lay back down. This is your normal. You missed this.

You lay and scroll on your phone a little longer before getting up and deciding to work on some homework. You grab your laptop, sit on your side of your bed, and begin working. You are deep into a paper when you feel the bed shift.

"Mmmmmm," Paige groans and stretches out knocking your laptop off your lap.

"Hey!" You say grabbing it before it falls on the floor.

"Put it away," she says. "Time for a lesson," she is now making her way to a sitting position as she rubs her eyes.

You listen and close your computer, putting it on the floor next to your bed, and sit to face her.

"I'm ready," you say more excited than you are ready to admit.

"When you are getting ready to start something with your partner - you don't just want to rush into things. You want to make sure that you are getting her ready and making sure she feels good." Paige says as you hang on to every word.

"I am going to need you to be very verbal okay? I need you to tell me everything you are thinking." She says.

"Okay," you respond.

"First I am going to try things on you and you need to tell me if they feel good okay? Then it will be your turn." Paige says as she takes your hand and stands up, taking you with her.

"Got it," you say now standing to face her.

"Close your eyes," Paige says and you give her a questioning look. "Just do it ma."

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

You hear Paige shuffle around and you feel her move your hair to one side of your neck.

Her hands make their way to your waist, almost as if to keep you where you are (or more like keep her grounded). She begins whispering in your ear, lips ever so slightly grazing the shell of your earlobe.

"You look so hot standing here waiting for me to touch you." She says sending chills down your spine. Her lips hover over your shoulder as she kisses it. You hum at the contact.

Paige's lips pepper kisses up your neck. Her hand comes up and tilts your neck to the side, giving her more access.

You groan when her lips hit the sweet spot right under your ear.

"Feels...so good B," you moan as she continues on your neck.

Her hand which is still on your hip, wraps around and makes its way under your shirt, resting on your stomach. Her fingers take in the feeling of your skin on them.

You lean back into her as you feel yourself wanting more.

Her hands make their way to the bottom of your shirt, "Can I take this off, babe?"

"Yes," is the only thing you trust yourself to say.

She lifts your shirt over your head. You suddenly feel like Paige can see everything but you are still in your shorts and bra. Your arms come around to try and cover your front but Paige just grabs them, putting them down and making her way to stand in front of you.

"Don't you dare hide from me, ma. You are gorgeous." Paige says looking into your eyes. You nod and blush.

"Thanks, B."

Your hand is the first to move as it comes up to her cheek and you pull her in. You know she is leading but you have been dying to feel her lips on yours again.

Your lips find hers and she is immediately fighting you for dominance. You cave and give it to her, knowing it is going to be hard to not bend to her will every single time whenever you are in these lessons.

Paige hooks her fingers in your shorts bringing your hips to hers then pushing you down on the bed.

She takes a second to take you in, wanting to remember this even if it is only to teach you.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, confused as to why she stopped.

"Couldn't be better," she says as she makes her way to you.

"So with teasing, you want to get the other riled up. You want to turn them on and get them ready for what is to come. Or should I say to get them to come," Paige jokes and you just roll your eyes.

"You are unbelievable," you say now laughing at your best friend.

One of her hands draws shape on your inner thigh and her lips come to hover above your torso.

"But I'm right, and that is what I will show you," she says as she is now peppering kissing on your stomach.

Her lips make their way up to your chest, then eventually your neck again. Your breath picks up and becomes uneven.

"Your lips feel so good," you say squeezing your eyes shut. She hums against your skin and begins to make her way back down your body. Your hands come up to her head as you run your fingers through her hair.

Paige uses her hands to push your shorts up a little then places a kiss on your thigh and you let out the loudest moan yet. This causes a pool to form both in your center and hers. She moves one of your legs to continue placing kisses on your inner thigh, lightly sucking on your sensitive skin.

"Paige!" You yell, not knowing what else to do. You have never felt this good before and she hasn't even truly touched you. She stops immediately and looks up at you. You are panting now, looking into her eyes.

Her pupils are dilated. Hearing you yell her name does something to her that she can't explain.

"I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from," you say embarrassed.

She shakes her head no, "Don't ever apologize for such a beautiful sound."

She crawls up to hover above you.

"Okay babe, you got a glimpse of areas that feel good, do you think you want to give it a go?" She asks and you nod.

"Come on babe, you know I need to hear you," she says.

"I can try," you say.

Paige lays next to you as you shift to hover above her.

"I am going to kiss your neck," you say a little nervous but lean in and lightly press your lips to her neck. You bring one of your legs in between Paige's and let your weight rest on her.

"Is this okay?" You ask her.

"More than okay ma," she says. "Use your hand to hold my head to the side to give you more access to my neck." She directs and you follow her instructions.

Your lips come back to her neck as you begin to kiss and suck on certain parts of her neck. You hear her let out the quietest moan and you take that as a sign that you are doing a good job.

"Can I take this off?" You ask as you pinch at her shirt.

"Shit, of course, baby," she says and you lift it above her head and toss it to the side of your bed.

Your lips come and kiss the center of her sports bra and begin to kiss lower on her stomach. You take your time kissing every ab. This is what gets a louder moan to escape from Paige's lips as her fingers go to grip your sheets. You continue further down and do exactly what she did to you, pushing her shorts up and kissing along her inner thigh.

Paige has never had someone spend this kind of time on her. It is usually her pleasing other girls and she typically takes pride in that. It is usually her ability to make girls feel good that is enough for her but here she is, sprawled out in front of her best friend - the girl she loves but would never admit to, feeling the best she has ever felt and this was only your first time.

"Feels so good," she moans as you continue to kiss her skin. Her hand comes up to your head. Your hand comes to hers and brings it around so you can kiss the inside of her wrist.

"You are something else," Paige says almost out of breath. You just chuckle and continue to kiss up her arm.

"Am I doing good B?" You ask as you are once again hovering above her.

Her hand comes to your face stroking your cheek.

She wants to tell you how incredible you are and how she wants you to be hers. She wants to tell you not to date that girl from your class and that she'll stop seeing other girls. That she is all yours if you will have her. She wants to tell you how she can't stop thinking about you or the way your lips belong to her. She wants to tell you she loves you and has for years now. But none of that comes out and she takes a deep breath and settles for something that won't expose her love for you.

"A+."

AN: Please let me know what you think, I have mixed feelings about this one. You guys have been awesome in this series, I truly appreciate it! And as always, thank you for you love and support 💙

[stairain]

Old Fashioned.

After a long night of waiting tables, a quiet man who can’t help but blush every time you speak to him is just what you need. 

Warnings: Sub Spencer, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, doggy style, creampie, blowjob, cum swallowing, praise, crying. 

WC: 5.2K

It was a busy Friday night, and you were quickly growing tired with the amount of fake smiling you had to do. The diner was bustling and lively, and as you walk through the isles of tables, a tall brown haired man walks through the door. You watch as he looks around the restaurant, before slowly walking over to sit himself at a booth. Pulling a notepad out of your apron, you walk over to him. 

"What can I get you, love?"

His eyes widen as he looks surprised by you calling him "love" but he lets it slide. 

“Just some coffee, please.” 

With a nod, you don’t even bother writing it down. You slot the pen and paper back in your pocket before looking back up at him with a smile.

"Will that be all for you, darling?"

His face flushes as you call that. He's been hit on plenty of times before, but he's never used to it and it makes him visibly nervous. He nods.

"That's all."

You flash him another smile and tuck the pen in your pocket.

"Alright, I'll have that out to you in no time." Then you walk away back to the kitchen.

He watches you go and then looks down at his hands, a nervous sweat breaking out on his forehead. He wonders what made you call him darling, and whether you treat every customer like that or whether there was something unique about him. It's a bit of an ego boost, but he's still nervous about it too.

After a few minutes pass, you’re walking over to him with plates in your hands, and you place a mug down in front of him with a grin.

“Here you go, sweetheart. If you need anything else let me know.”

You turn around to go help other patrons. His heart skips a beat as you call him sweetheart and give him that sweet smile. As you walk away, he tries to focus on his drink, but that grin stays with him, lingering in the back of his mind. He decides to be bold. When you come by his section again, he leans back in his chair so you can see him and he waves you over, beckoning for you to come over.

You walk over to his booth and hold both hands in front of you with a smile.

“Need a refill, honey?”

He wants to say something smooth, something to sweep you off your feet, but nothing like that comes to mind, so he just decides to be honest.

"I–Uh...do you have time for a coffee after your shift?" He blushes harder, knowing that this is pretty direct, but he also decides to just be up front about it instead of dancing around the subject.

With the raise of your eyebrow, you look down at him. Your smile falters for a moment before coming back even wider than before. “Why, hm?”

His heart starts pounding with that eyebrow raise, and he gets even more shy, the blush returning to his face and his voice getting even softer as he answers.

"Well..I'm sure you have a line of handsome gentlemen asking you out every day, but..uh, if...if you've got the time, I'd like to be next."

A look of amusement flashes across your face and you let out a chuckle.

“You’re cute. You got a name?” 

“Spencer..”

Looking behind you at a clock on the wall, you suck on your teeth before looking back to him. You lower your voice as you speak.

“Tell you what, love. I’m supposed to get off in an hour, but I’d hate to make you wait that long.. Don’t think they’d mind if I got off a little earlier than that.”

Spencer’s heart is racing even faster now, and his face flushes a deep pink. "A-Are you sure you can do that? You're not going to get in trouble? I mean, I want to but..that's breaking a rule, isn't it?"

You laugh again.

“You’re a stickler for the rules, aren’t you? Old fashioned, I like it.”

You scan over the room once more to make sure everything is running smoothly. When you look back to him, you lower your voice even further, almost bending over to speak to him.

“I do far too much around here, if they fire me, this whole place goes down, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about that.”

He nods quickly, still anxious about the whole thing, but also excited. Something about you being a "rule-breaker" is embarrassingly hot to him, and even though he's nervous, he's starting to get a bit turned on by the riskiness of this.

"Okay. Where do you want to go?"

“We can talk about that later, love. I’ve still got a job to do now.” You pull the pen and paper out of your pocket and turn your head to smile at a group of people who just walked in. You let them know you’ll be with them in a minute and turn back to Spencer.

“You sit your pretty self here, call me over if you need anything.” With a wink, you walk away from him to serve another table.

He nods again, his face still flushed a bright pink, and he spends the next half hour watching you work, still getting turned on by the idea of breaking the rules to hook up with you, and also watching you make customers laugh and smile just like you did to him. 

It made a small fiery jealousy burn inside of him, but he knew none of them had a date with you later tonight like he did. 

When he sees you next, he flags you down. "So, do you want to go somewhere specific for that coffee? Or do you have a place in mind–”

You don’t let him finish speaking before you’re putting your index finger over his lips to shush him. You look down at him with authoritarianism in your eyes.

Spencer freezes as you cover his mouth, and his heart flutters as you do so. He's never been in this situation with a woman so dominant before, and it makes him a little nervous, but it also gives him butterflies. He looks into your eyes, waiting for you to tell him what you want.

You lean down and whisper in his ear.

“There are far too many people here, if I leave now I’ll get my ass beat next time I’m here.” And despite telling him before they would never fire you, you’d still get in trouble for leaving during such a busy time. You look around for a moment then lean back to whisper again.

“Meet me in the family bathroom in five. Don’t wanna see you any earlier or any later than that, got it, darling?”

The way you just ordered him around without him having a say in it is doing some things to his heart and his cock. He nods as he tries not to stutter, wanting to be bold but also a little scared. 

"Y-Yeah, got it. In the bathroom. 5 minutes."

With a small huff of a laugh, you lean back up and make your way to the bathroom, making a show for him and him only of you untying the back of your apron.

Spencer watches you walk away, his breath catching in his throat and his pulse starting to pound. He’s really doing this.. 

It takes what feels like forever for five minutes to pass, and when it does, he finds that his hands are shaking as he walks over to the bathroom, but he pulls himself together and finds himself standing just outside the door. He takes a breath, counts to three, and pushes the door open, stepping inside.

You’re leaning with your back against the sink with your arms crossed over your chest as the door opens timidly. Spencer quickly walks in before closing the door behind him, and his back is turned to you as he makes sure the knob is locked.

When the door clicks shut, he turns to face you, gulping and still pretty nervous, but the sight of you leaning against the sink staring him down has his heart racing and his mouth all dry. He walks over to you and, without saying a word, just puts his hands on your hips, drawing you close to him. He leans in, his heart pounding, and kisses you with all the passion he can muster.

Your arms unfold from your chest and one of your hands moves to run up the back of his neck to grab at his hair, and the other holds the top button of his dress shirt.

Your hand in his hair stirs a primal response inside him, and he pulls himself even closer to you, his other hand grasping at your hips as he kisses you even more deeply and urgently. His tongue gently starts to part your lips, and once he feels them part for him, he gets more bold, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

But his short-lived dominance quickly fizzles into submission when the hand in his hair grips at the roots, tugging his head back and forcing him to pull away from the kiss with a soft moan.

He pulls away as you tug on his hair, whimpering softly and letting his arms fall to his sides. He swallows hard as he looks at you, his hair a little messy from being tugged and his face entirely flushed. He opens his mouth to try to talk but nothing comes out, so he settles for a little sheepish nod.

You return the nod, almost in a mocking manner, before you move your mouth down to start kissing at his neck. You’re quickly unbuttoning his shirt all the while you’re softly yanking at his hair. His moans and whimpers start to grow in volume as your actions are quick to become overwhelming.

His body feels like it's on fire - your mouth on his neck and your hand in his hair feel so good - he can't stand this without reacting, and he moans loudly, grasping at your waist. He's losing control already and he wonders if you can tell. He's so caught up in these sensations that his shirt feels like it might come off before you're done unbuttoning it.

As you finish sucking a hickey into the side of his throat, you pull back and smile at his loud moan.

“Think you can stay quiet for me, sweetheart? It’d be a shame if everyone outside knew what we were up to..”

Your mouth is latched back onto him in an instant, already creating new dark bruises against his skin.

His face flushes again and his eyes dart back to the door in the bathroom. "I-I can try..can't make any promises," He chokes out as your mouth latches on to his neck again. "That feels so good.."

Your teeth pull at his skin before letting it go, and your tongue pokes out of your mouth to lick over the fresh mark.

“I know, baby, I know..”

Your hand leaves his hair and soon finds the waistband of his trousers, and you fumble with the button for a short moment before undoing it.

Your hands on his hips makes him shiver, and a soft sigh passes his lips as he lets out a few breathless moans. His breath still catching, he pulls back a little bit as realization starts to set in that this is in fact not a dream.

"Are...are you sure this is a good idea? Shouldn't you be working?"

You look up at him with lust blown eyes as your hands quickly unzip his pants. Your voice is low and taunting as you speak to him.

“You want me to leave you here right now? Talk to all those people out there who aren’t you?”

His skin raises with goosebumps at the implications of your words, as well as the low sultry tone you’re speaking to him in.

“Is that what you want, angel?”

You've got him.

His breath catches in his chest at your words, and you can feel his heart pounding through his skin as his eyes dart down to your hands. His voice comes out in a hushed whisper, but it's a voice of surrender.

"No..no it isn't."

Your eyebrows quirk into a look of pity, but it doesn’t take a genius to see it’s fake.

“Yeah.. Didn’t think so, love.”

Your voice is condescending and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on. You move your lips back onto him to kiss his collarbones as you pull his pants down teasingly slowly.

The way that you take control over him leaves him stunned and speechless, and he lets you do whatever you want with him, following your direction without a word of protest. 

Once you’ve pulled his pants down, his underwear is quick to follow suit.

The fact that you don't seem to care if it's right or inappropriate is exciting him even more, and his breath is catching in and out of his mouth as he tries to make sense of the emotions you're making him feel. He knows that he wants it– that he wants you, more than anything, but it's still so wrong, and that rush of adrenaline makes him dizzy. Seeing you make him lose control is so intoxicating.

When you have him fully exposed to you, you look up at him and bite your lip. You’re not at all surprised when you see his fairly large cock bob between the two of your heated bodies. It was usually nerds like him who were always the most impressive in length. 

Reaching a hand out, you gently grab his length in your warm hands, and give it an experimental tug. He's hot and heavy in your hands as his knees twitch from beneath him. A strained sigh leaves his lips. 

When you let go of him, you’re quickly turning around and bending over the sink, looking at yourself first, then him in the mirror. There’s an amused smirk on your face when you see his eyes widen at the sight of your body splayed out for him.

Spencer’s face flushes a deep pink when he sees what you're doing, but he doesn't look away, and his attention is split in two: one part still trying to think reasonably, and the other just..not thinking at all, really.

The second half is the louder, and the more insistent half. His breath comes faster and faster, and you can hear how hard his heart is pounding in his chest, and that makes your own heart race.

You look back at him and slightly sway your hips.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

His eyes seem like they're about to pop out of his head as you move like that, and his gaze is transfixed on your ass. 

"N-Nothing," He blushes, but his voice betrays him. In an attempt to calm himself down, he looks away from you and shuts his eyes for a few seconds. 

With the snap of your fingers, you speak.

“Eyes on me, love.”

As if you'd just casted a spell, he's snapped out of his little trance, and he snaps his eyes back up to meet yours. He flushes even harder when he realizes he's been caught. His mind is still a mixture of confusion, shock, and desire, but his desire wins out.

"Yes. Yes ma'am," He all but whimpers. 

Your eyebrow twitches in amusement at the honorific.

“Ma’am, huh?”

His face flushes a deep bright pink and he looks off to the side sheepishly.

"S-Sorry, that just sort of slipped out..." The combination of his honorific, his pink-colored cheeks, and the way he's looking down at his feet is adorable, and your desire for him is only growing.

“Don’t worry, darling. I like it.”

He blushes even more at the pet name, "R-Really?" He asks, his voice soft and shy, and a little bit breathless. He swallows hard, his voice going even quieter.

"Did...did you have anything else you wanted me to do, ma'am?"

You sigh and look back at yourself in the mirror for a moment to think, then look back at him with a mischievous smile on your face.

“Push my dress up a little, love.”

Spencer blushes even more at the naughty request, and he nods his head hastily as his hands move to pull up the bottom of your dress, his fingers shaking a little.

"Like this?" He manages to ask through the butterflies in his stomach and his heart that seems to be about to burst out of his chest. He’s pushed the fabric up so it’s laid over the small of your back as he looks at you with expectant eyes.

“Yeah.. just like that, babe.” The cold air of the bathroom hits your now exposed ass, and you can’t help but bite your lip at being on display for him now. All you had under your dress were your small panties, which were staring him right in the eyes now. 

All of his self-control is gone– you own him now, and he can't help but do whatever you say. So he doesn't even try to stop himself as he looks you directly in your eyes, his own eyes wide with the same look of lust you give him, his breathing getting a little faster.

"W-What's next, Ma'am?" he asks, his voice shaky. 

Avoiding his question, you arch your back further and press yourself closer to the sink. “You think my underwear looks cute?”

It’s clear you’re getting a kick out of teasing him like this.

"It...T-they look...great on you," He admits with a blush on his cheek, trying not to stare, but not doing a very good job of it. He looks you up and down and you can tell he's trying his hardest to do what you say, but he also can't help but take you in, so he tries his best to do both at the same time. 

“Too pretty to take off, hm?” You tilt your head to the side and look at him through the mirror, and you can see the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows nervously. 

“Pull them to the side, sweetheart.”

His face flushes a deep bright red, and he nods his head urgently.

"R-Right." His hands move to follow your direction, and as he does, his eyes never leave yours in the mirror. 

“Good boy..” Your voice is thick with soft praise when you feel his trembling fingers urge the bottom of your panties to the side, brushing clumsily against your wet folds. 

The praise makes him blush even more and leaves him breathless, and you can tell he wants you to praise him even more. He swallows hard, and a little sigh slips out of him as he manages to pull your panties to the side just like you say.

"How..how is that? Did I do good, Ma'am?" He asks, his eyes wide and expectant. You sigh happily. 

“Yes, babe. You did such a good job.”

And before you even finish speaking, you feel a little spurt of warmth against your inner thigh, and you moan at the feeling. Everything you did and said to him drove him absolutely mad, it was incredibly endearing and arousing at the same time. 

Spencer huffs through his nose and squeezes his eyes close, hoping you wouldn’t notice. 

“A-And.. And next?”

You push your body back a bit to his, and you feel the sopping head of his cock smearing his precum all over your skin. Despite being the one in control, you couldn’t keep this composed act up for long. 

“I can feel that pretty little cock of yours leaking against my thigh, sweetheart. Fuck me.” 

The man’s snap open at your words, and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head as he nervously nods. He grabs ahold of your hip with a shaking hand, and grabs himself at the base to guide his length into your awaiting cunt. 

He can feel the warmth and wetness radiating off of it before he’s even touching you, and that alone has him dizzy. But the second your slick folds coat his tip in your arousal, he’s whimpering and squeezing the flesh of your hip. 

“F-Fuck.. Oh my god..” 

Is all you can hear from the man behind you, but thinking he said that many intelligible words was being generous. You could tell just from the way his eyes were already going crossed and how his mouth was dropped open that he was already dangerously on edge. 

As he slides himself into you inch by thick inch, you’re biting your lip to stop yourself from outright screaming. Your pussy had no problem molding around his cock, and with each inch you swallowed, you only craved more. 

After he fully plunged all of himself inside of your silky walls, he wraps his arms around your waist and leans his head against your back, as if hugging you. The action makes your heart swell and your clit pulse. 

You can feel his heavy huffs against your back, and you know that if he moves now, he’ll explode. With that information, you smirk and clench around him. 

“Oh..S-Stop–Please.. Wanna last, for you..” 

Biting your lip, you snap once more, and he immediately lifts his head from your back to look at you through the mirror. 

“How long are you gonna make me wait, baby?”

You’re so wrapped so hot around his cock, and he can feel just how drenched you are as your slick drips down to his own thighs. It’d be a crime to make you wait any longer. Spencer shakes his head, as if talking to himself before he’s slowly pulling back his hips. 

It proves to be quite the difficult task, because with how tight you are around him, with each inch he pulls out of you, it seems you suck him back two more. The irresistible pull would be the death of him. 

When he finally manages to find some backbone for himself, he pulls his cock out of your pussy halfway. And he has to look up at the ceiling to distract himself from bursting right then and there after he sees just how shiny you’ve made his length. 

Resuming the position he assumed before, he holds his arms around you tighter and rests his cheek against the fabric of your dress as he begins to hump into you. The pace he finds himself adopting is quick and frantic, perfectly matching just how he feels at this moment. 

His breathing is coming out in fast pants, and his heart is pounding a mile a minute. Your eyes roll back into your head with each rushed thrust he blows into you, and he’s so fucking big that he doesn’t even need to try and hit your spot. Everytime he fully sheathed himself into your soaked cunt, he was nestled comfortably against it. 

“Feels.. You feel so good, Ma’am. Fuck–”

Spencer all but cries out, trying his best to stay quiet for you. And even with his mouth shut, the hurried thrusts as hips met your soft ass made a slapping noise that had him going crossed eyed. 

His knees are shaking under him as he pulls you against his body closer and closer, holding you as he fucks into you as deep as he possibly can on trembling legs. The gesture is incredibly endearing and it has you hoping this beautiful stranger can hopefully be more than that. 

You feel so irresistible around him, it has him seeing stars. The soft walls of your pussy was molding around him, etching every vein and bump he had, and the two of you were so wet together, you might as well have been fucking in a pool. That’s what it sounded like, at least.  

Your lips part as a moan is forced out and you grip onto the hard material of the sink, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic with each passing moment. You could feel his growing desperation in the way he traded quantity for quality, no longer frantically fucking into you, but instead, pulling back for a short moment before tenderly burying himself into you. 

Spencer felt so safe inside of you, as weird as it sounded. And despite the unignorable tension in his lower stomach screaming at him to burst inside of you, he had never felt so comfortable and loved than now, enfolded entirely in your dripping pussy.

The thick tip of his cock stamped relentlessly against your sweet spot every time he plowed into you, and as much as you’d like to tease him for finishing too quickly, you feared you’d be facing the same fate. You could practically feel him in your stomach, and the thought had your eyes crossed for a moment before you looked back at him. He looks up at you from where he’s pressed against your body, and lifts his head.  

He feels his heart pounding right through his ribcage when he gets a good look at you. Your hair is slightly messy, some strands sticking to your skin from how steamy things were between you two.. Your lips were tinted a bright shade of pink after biting them so much, and he wanted nothing more to kiss you. You looked stunning to him, so beautiful even when you look so disheveled. It was too much for him to handle. 

Before he can stop himself, he lets out a guttural sob of a moan and deals one last plow to your cunt, freezing once he’s buried himself to the hilt. He whimpers as his cock twitches before spilling right against your cervix, releasing a torrent of cum. 

“Fuck.. Fuck. I’m– I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

The warm flood he had dealt to your cunt has you trembling in his hold as you quickly follow suit, clenching around his spent cock as you cum around it. 

Slick arousal gushes from around his length, and you mewl at the feeling of it leaking out of you and onto him. Spencer is still crying out and apologizing behind you, but you’re far too absorbed with your own orgasm to say anything now, so you let him cry. 

“C-Couldn’t help it.. Ma’am, m’sorry..” 

He sounded so pathetic, and god if you hadn’t just absolutely soaked his cock, you would’ve flipped him around and demanded round two. 

Spencer’s arms loosen around your waist and he slips his member out of you with a small wince, and when you turn around you can see the absolute distress in his eyes. Your gaze flickers down to his cock, somehow still as hard and heavy as ever. He’s rambling about how sorry he is for the tenth time this minute, but all you can focus on is how his length is positively drenched in a mix of your arousal and his spend. 

Without another word from him, you suddenly drop to your knees and grab ahold of him at his base. His eyes widen and now it’s his turn to be pressed against the sink. His shaky arms reach behind him to grasp at the edge of the sink as he looks down at you. 

“Y-You’re not mad..?”

Your tongue slides from between your plush lips and flicks over his tip, gathering a small drop of the sweet and salty mixture. The action has him stuttering and shaking above you, and he brings one of his hands to his mouth to shut himself up. 

You look right up into his pleasure clouded irises as you take his entire length into your mouth so slowly it was almost unfair. Your tongue collected every last drop and puddle of cum that coated him, swallowing it the second it entered your mouth. 

And if you asked him, and if he could even speak right now, the warmth and slickness of your mouth could rival that of your cunt. Your lips passed over every inch of skin, your tastebuds exploring every vein he had to offer you. 

The arm behind him gives out underneath him, and he slouches down a bit, and his eyes cross so quickly you’re tempted to ask if he had made himself dizzy. But instead, you just continue to swallow and suck that cock of his that twitched so deliciously in your hold. 

Once you were sure you had licked up every last bit of release from his shaft, you gave him one last swallow, but that just happened to be the one to set him over the edge once again. As you passed his cock through your mouth, and he felt the sensitive soaked tip hit the back of your throat, he all but screamed out. 

The throat that he had made himself home in was quickly filled with the same warm, thick cum that you had just cleaned his length of, and you felt the ache in your jaw quickly set in as his large cock stretched your mouth out. 

“F-Fu–Fucking.. I’m so.. so sorry..” 

There’s a slight hint of a chuckle in his breathless voice, and it makes you smile around your mouthful. You move your head back off his twitching cock before swallowing the load that sat on your tongue. As you stand up you wipe the corner of your mouth. 

“Don’t be sorry, darling.”

Your hands make quick work of tucking his spent dick back into his underwear, and as you’re pulling up his pants for him, you tease him. 

“Didn’t think you had another one in you..”

Spencer’s still slightly slouched against the sink, and he shakes his head. He knows if he tries to fully stand now, he’ll just immediately collapse. You’re zipping up his pants as he swallows and squeaks out.  

“T-Takes two t-to kill me, I guess.”

You let go of the zipper and stand up to pull him up by his collar for a kiss. His knees almost immediately buckle underneath him, but your grip on him keeps him upright. You can feel how heavily he’s breathing out of his nose and smile into the kiss before pulling away.

“I’ll keep that in mind, then.” 

When you let go of him, you see him stumble a bit before clearing his throat and trying his very best to stay on his own two feet. 

You can feel his cum dripping out of you, and with a playful smile you pull your panties back over your rubbed raw cunt. You know it’s only a matter of seconds before you’ll be soaking the fabric with arousal, but you don’t care. 

As you pat down your dress and push back your hair a bit in an attempt to fix it, you look back at the man, still breathless and panting like he ran the world's longest marathon. You flash him that same smile he can’t seem to resist, and tilt your head to the side before speaking. 

“Meet me in the parking lot in five. Don’t wanna see you any earlier or any later than that, got it, baby?” 

The last time you had said that exact sentence, he ended up exploding in you twice within ten minutes. 

Spencer’s mouth goes dry as his jaw drops, and he finds he can’t do anything but wordlessly nod. As he watches you unlock the bathroom door and walk out, he feels his cock filling in his briefs once more.  

Make that three. 

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Eddie's Too Late ... ?

It's about pining Eddie!! And he wants so badly to ask out Steve. Robin even might have given him an encouraging little talk about it. And he finally works up the courage to do so, and comes to family video, and he brings fucking flowers with him cuz he's a goddamn sap.

But he walks in , already smiling at Steve like always, but he's talking to some guy at the counter. Some punk lookin dude. And Eddie freezes in the door, hears the guy flirting and hears Steve laugh, flustered. And then the guy literally asks him out, and writes his number on Steve's hand when he shrugs and nods, and goes bright red.

And Eddie just, god he wants to cry. So he turns, walks back out and leaves, his chest fucking aching. Cuz he was a fucking idiot who waited too goddamn long.

And Steve hears the door clink shut, sees Eddie's back as he's leaving, sees him toss something in the trash outside. And he waits for punk guy, Jake, to leave. He's a regular. He's nice. If a little pushy for Steve's liking.

He told Steve he'd pick him up on friday. Didn't ask. And Steve had been so flustered when the guy grabbed his hand he just sort of... agreed.... maybe hoping he would leave faster.

So he waits for him to leave and then runs outside, digs in the trash and finds the flowers. And they're all yellow flowers, sunflowers mixed with daisies, and Steve even sees a couple dandelions stuck in, his eyes crinkling in a smile cuz he and Eddie had gotten into a huge fight with Robin and Nancy about whether they were weeds or flowers,  Eddie and Steve on the side of flowers, of course.

And his heart flutters cuz Eddie had told him about a month ago, when he handed him this weird little yellow figurine, and Steve had asked why he was always giving him yellow stuff. Eddie had shrugged and said,

"it just reminds me of you I guess." Steve had immediately reconsidered his favorite color choice.

But Steve's heart drops because... Eddie had thrown this away... in the trash... right after he'd seen Steve with Jake. Steve feels like he's gonna puke, but he takes the flowers inside, sits them in the breakroom until its time for him to leave.

He calls Jake right before close. Wanted to wait til he was hopefully at home. Tells him he can't go out with him. Not friday. Or any other day. That he has someone.. hopefully. Jake sounds disappointed but doesn't push, thankfully. Steve grabs the flowers on his way out and drives to Eddie's.

He stops by Melvald's on the way, asks Joyce for help. They have some flowers, but nothing that says "Eddie." Joyce grabs a simple red rose and then a box of chocolate covered cherries. Steve's brow furrows and she just smiles at him and says,

"I've seen that boy buy six boxes of these at once. His sweet tooth is... a little bit alarming... actually. But it'll get the job done." She winks at him and Steve's never felt more greatful that Joyce pays attention to people, and works at the store, and is nosy like he is. He hugs her, grabs the rose and the chocolates, and runs to his car.

Eddie isn't home when he gets there. His van is there. But he's not at the trailer and Steve feels like he's gonna cry, his chest tight as Wayne tells him he left a few hours ago. Steve nods, his brow furrowing and he's about to leave when Wayne's hand on his shoulder stops him.

"Ya know the creek over off McAlpine street?" He asks, Steve nods, confused.

"He was headed that way. Likes to go there to be alone." Wayne gives him this soft encouraging smile, pats him on the back, and watches as Steve runs to his car.

He parks on the side of the road, as close to the creek as he can get. And then he runs.

He finds the creek but no Eddie at first, so he starts walking along the creekside, he rounds a bend and finally sees him.

He's crouched on the creek side, toes of his shoes just barley out of reach of the water. He's holding a stick, Steve squints and sees a small turtle walking across it, toward a big rock in the middle of the water. Eddie's crying. Silently. Tears slowly falling.

He wipes at his face every now and then with his free hand, eyes on the turtle. He smiles softly when the little thing reaches the rock. Steve smiles too. His heart thumping as he watches Eddie help this tiny creature. He takes a few more steps and then clears his throat when Eddie doesn't hear him. Eddie scrambles to his feet, startled, holding the stick out in front of him like a weapon, wiping at his face with the crook of his elbow.

"What are you doing here?" And it makes Steve shiver, so reminiscent of the boat house, when they'd found him terrified. Steve would have held his hands up in surrender, but they were a little full. Eddie’s yellow bundle of flowers on one, the rose and candy in the other.

"I found your flowers." He says, holding them up a bit and then letting them swing back by his side. Eddie doesn't say anything. Just looks away. Moves back to the edge of the creek, crouches back down, hugs his knees to his chest. Steve sighs, moves closer.

"I'm not going out with Jake." Steve says, because he needs Eddie to know. Needs him to stop hurting as soon as possible. Eddie sniffles, doesn't look at him.

"Jake." Is all he says. And Steve laughs at how he says it, he sounds so annoyed. Steve bumps his shoulder, Eddie scowls, bumps him back, harder.

"But you wanted too. You said yes." Eddie picks up another stick, pokes it into the mud.

"I only said yes cuz it took me by suprise, and he grabbed my hand and I got flustered. I didn't- he's not really my type." Steve says, leaning against Eddie as he sits, the ground is cold, and he can feel the damp soaking into his jeans a bit. Eddie glances at him. And s

Steve can see his guard coming down, just a bit.

"Oh yeah. Why not?" Eddie asks, and steve smiles. Crinkles his nose.

"Me? Dating a punk? Come on. Not a chance." Steve teases, bites his lip.

"Especially since there's this metal head that's kinda got me in a choke hold." Steve sighs, looks at Eddie. He finally turns to look at Steve, blinking slowly.

"Really?" Eddie asks, his fingers tugging at the hole in the knee of his jeans. Steve nods.

"Really. Can't seem to get him outta my head." Steve smiles, holds the rose and candy out to Eddie, Eddie just stares again. Steve wiggles the box of chocolates.

"C'mon. I know you like 'em. Joyce gave you up." Steve wiggles the box more aggressively and Eddie snatches it, then gently takes the rose, he sets the chocolates in his lap, whispering a quiet "traitor" that makes Steve smile.

"Thank you for the flowers. I love... them." Steve stumbles over that bit. Swallowing hard when Eddie’s eyes snap to him.

"You're welcome." Eddie shurgs.

"Just thought you might like some flowers. You seem like a flowers type of guy." Steve smiles, rests his head on Eddie's shoulder.

"The dandelions are my favorite." He whispers, moves and presses a kiss to Eddie's shoulder, and hears Eddie's breathing falter.

"I um... I love... my flower, too..... so thanks." He stumbles over the words the way Steve did, but on purpose, leaning away from Steve so he can look at him, a sly little smile on his face. But Steve's face is somber, his hands twitch in his lap.

"It's- I mean you don't have to sa-"

"I love you." Eddie cuts him off. Says it bluntly. And it makes Steve's chest hurt. He shakes his head, brow furrowed.

"I do though. I have for awhile. I'm just an idiot with terrible timing." Eddie bumps their shoulders, leans heavily into Steve. Steve takes a deep, shaky breath.

"I don't want you to say it just because you think I want to hear it." Steve says, his teeth worrying into his lip.

"That's not why I said it."

Steve looks at him.

"No? You didn't say it to me cuz I just like... really obviously almost said it to you?" He looks back into his lap, frowning.

"No. Although that was adorable." Eddie smiles, it makes Steve want to smile too.

"Hey." Eddie voice is soft, he reaches out, cups Steve's cheek and makes him look at him.

"Have you ever known me to say something just cuz it's something someone wants to hear?" He asks, Steve scoffs, shakes his head, looking shy.

"Okay then. I didn't say it because of that. I said it," he takes a deep breath, lets it out, drops his hands back into his lap.

"Because I saw you with that guy today-"

"Jake." Steve interrupts, smirk on his lips. Eddie pauses.

"Don't push it Harrington. I'm trying to be... serious... or something." His brow furrows, Steve reaches out, his face softening.

"Sorry. Go ahead."

Eddie huffs.

"I saw you with Jake, and it hurt. Like a lot. And I thought I lost you, ya know? Just cuz I was too fuckin scared to tell you how I feel. Cuz I love you. Cuz your GOOD. and I thought I lost it. And then you walked up looking all sad and apologetic and you didn't even DO anything." Eddie huffs again, his hands flailing.

"I hurt you." Steve mutters, Eddie makes a sound in his throat.

"Not on purpose! You didn't know! Cuz I didn't say! Jesus. All I do is talk, all of the fucking time, but I couldn't say the most important thing. And then Jake was writing his fucking number on your hand it was too late." Eddie shakes head, sighs deeply, and then turns to Steve with a smile that looks like it's half a grimace of pain. Steve nods.

"But here I am."

Eddie bites his lip, nods back.

"Here you are." Eddie says.

"Not with Jake." Steve says. Eddie rolls his eyes. Steve snorts.

"Can we never say that name again. I already hate it." Eddie grumbles.

"Fine with me. He is a regular though." Steve says, shrugs, pulls some grass out of the ground and drops it on Eddie's thigh. Eddie watches him move it around with his finger, pushing it into a pile on his leg.

"I'll burn his house down." Eddie whispers, still watching Steve. Steve barks a laugh and brushes the grass off Eddie's leg.

"Very dramatic." He says, fondly.

"Too strong? I could just steal his VCR. Don't need to rent movies if you don't have a VCR." Eddie says, his fingers moving to settling on Steve's wrist. Steve chuckles again, shakes his head, then stares at Eddie.

"I honestly can't tell if you're joking, so please don't steal anything from him." Steve moves his hand, turns it and slides it up into Eddie's, their fingers wrapping around each other, Eddie makes a weird little face, holds their hands up into Steve sightline, and then he's smiling.

"Looks like I already did." He shrugs, and Steve is about to laugh again, or roll his eyes, when Eddie presses a kiss to the back of his hand. It sort of takes Steve's breath away.

"I said I love you because that's how I feel. Okay? You believe me?" Eddie asks, his brow furrowed as he stares at Steve. And Steve remembers telling him about what happened with Nancy,  remembers how Eddie had hugged him. Wonders if he loved him them. Or before that? Or after.  But it doesn't really matter, because he loves him now. And Steve watches Eddie's thumb move soothingly over his hand, and knows Eddie means it. Feels that he does. So he nods, drags Eddie's own hand to his lips and kisses it, like Eddie had done.

"I love you too." Steve whispers into his skin. Eddie's free hand is at his chin then, tilting his head just so,

"I know." Breathed against his mouth, and then the softest press of lips before Eddie is leaning away just enough to breathe between them.

"Now look away, cuz I'm about to inhale this entire box of chocolate covered cherries." He whispers, his lips brushing Steve's again as he laughs into Eddie's mouth.

He does actually eat the whole box. Well, almost the whole box. He lets Steve have one, sinks his teeth into it as he holds it in his mouth and dares Steve to take it. And Steve's never been one to turn down a dare. Especially if it's sweet.

And Steve is quickly learning, there's nothing quite as sweet as candy covered Eddie kisses.

[murdrdocs]

Percy who asks babysitter reader to spend the night when he goes for a sleepover so his mum isn't alone,,, uh huh (me in a monocle behind you)

percy is playing a game of matchmaker. whether he realizes it or not.

his bag is thrown over his back, his arm only looped through one strap. sally had told him to carry it correctly or else he could injure himself, but her words sounded like nothing other than a worrying mother doing worrying motherly things so he continued to carry his backpack however he pleased.

you noticed, eyes glancing at the other strap that hangs loosely, but you said nothing. percy started to smile at you.

“are you gonna stay with my mom tonight?”

you take a second, hesitating, staring straight ahead at you for the crosswalk light to change. percy was going to suggest just walking already, there weren’t any cars coming. at least, not cars coming super close. but he knew you wouldn’t want to risk it, at least not while he’s with you.

“why would i?”

the light changes and you take a step, waiting for percy to mirror you before continuing.

when percy speaks, it’s matter of factly, like you’re in the wrong for not considering.

“so she wouldn’t be alone.”

you hum, walking in silence for a few paces before stopping outside of the desert bar you tended to treat yourself and percy to on friday nights, like tonight.

it's ten minutes later when you're continuing on your journey, both of you biting into overpriced and mediocre cinnamon rolls that make up in size for what they lack in quality. you haven't answered percy's question, and he hasn't forgotten it. he finishes off the rest of the tooth rotting treat before bringing it up again.

"so ... are you staying over?"

you sigh, stopping at the next crosswalk and turning to percy with your arms crossed. "maybe. if she asks me to. why do you want me to stay over so badly?"

he shrugs. "because i don't want her to be alone."

he's telling the truth, and he really doesn't understand why you're treating him like he has ulterior motives.

"your mom can take good care of herself."

"but she's more calm when you're over."

"she's calm when you're over."

"exactly and i'm not going to be over tonight," the light changes and you both cross. a car making a right turn honks at you two, and percy thinks he sees you sending your middle finger over before urging percy to walk a little faster with a hand on his backpack.

he continues speaking when you're on the sidewalk once more.

"which is why you should stay over."

he's at the apartment building of his friend now, watching you click the buzzer and telling them that percy has arrived. when the door clicks open, you pull it open for him.

"if your mom wants me to stay over tonight, then i'll stay. i'll be back to get you in the morning. have fun."

the hosts of percy's sleepover end up dropping him off in the morning. he arrives unannounced, bleary eyed, and intensely craving pancakes. he unlocks the door, satisfied to already smell the food he wants the most, and any worries he has buried deep beneath the exhaustion evaporate into the deliciously smelling air whenever he sees you and sally standing in the kitchen, wearing the other's shirt.

unless he's more tired than he realized.

[arimiadev]

spooky visual novel recs that just came out in the past month!!

now that the awards ceremony has happened, I can openly talk about the visual novels I liked from Spooktober VN Jam, an annual game jam for making Halloween-themed visual novels (which I happen to judge entries for)!

each of these spooky indie VNs came out at the end of September and were made in just 1 month. some are scary, some are cute, but they're all made with love so go give them some love 💜

Märchen Line

Embrace the indomitable human spirit by serving in the First Among Father's Voyager Armada- The Bravest of The Brave, who venture out to liberate the Milky Way from the True Enemy. Serving as a Soldier means embracing infinite potential. With the blessing of His Runes, you will grow stronger, smarter, faster and braver in a few weeks than you have in your entire life. All that growth comes with responsibility, and you will be expected to pay your civic dues- but luckily each Soldier is assigned a Valkyrie to help them manage their priorities. Train your stats, build your relationships, and be all you can be...or push past the galactic narrative and seek a deeper understanding of humanity's true ranking in the galactic hierarchy. 

Pippa and Your Phantasmal Problem

Ms Ester's beautiful and neat house has been mysteriously wrecked in the past few weeks and nobody knows why. Patches of dirt on the carpet, things gone missing, and all sorts of mess keeps happening around the house. The police was called to investigate, a priest was invited to bless the house, and a group of ghostbusters was hired (they were so expensive!) and none of them found anything. How useless! If this problem isn't solved by the time Ms Ester returns from her short trip, she'll kick you out. You have to find someone who can help: anyone will do, even this unreliable looking, self-proclaimed witch you just randomly met.

BAD MANORS

On Friday the 13th, your plans for a spooky Halloween night are dashed when you show up alone at the escape room reserved by your friend. You consider going home when a handsome stranger offers to accompany you. Maybe the night is saved after all… Or so you thought.

MAMA

One day, you’ll thank me. After all… mother knows best. Today’s the first day of HimeCon, a Yuri convention. You’re attending with your girlfriend who’s a vendor in the artist alley. At the convention, you receive a text that ends up changing… everything. You find yourself back in your childhood home, except this time, something’s amiss— and you’ve got to escape. She’s always w̶̨̠̟̳͚̮̫͒͒̏̏̌͑͊̒́̂̈̀̓̒͘͠ā̷̧̠͎̤͖̝̠̯͎̎̇͒̋͑̾͑̑͂̂̽͐͂̄͘̕̕͠͠͝t̷̢̙̦͖͙̹̪̠̳̰͛̓̇̀̂̾́̉̍̈́͌̇̔̑͝ç̷̥̮͓͔̣̆̀̆̔̈́̈̀͋͛̓̈͐̕͝h̵̢̧̹̲͇̭̥̰͎͖͇̎̓͒̎̂͑̽͒͑̓͗͗̕̕͘͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅi̸̛̝̳̳̠͇͍̓͒̈́̑́̒̓̊͐͒̆͘͝ͅͅñ̶̢̡̨͓̥̞͉͓͚̞̞̞̲̤̹͙͍̙͛̋̏͗̍̽̇̒̅͊͜͠ͅg̸̪͇͋̓͋̍̈́̇̽̿̑̋̏̏̈́̋̾̋̃͘ͅ you, isn’t she?

Elfin National Park

Come on down and see the ever changing sights of our forest. We have places for the whole family. Just please remember for the safety of you and your family to stay within the designated zones.

MAD LAB PARTY

Being a serial killer is hard when some crow decides to tamper with your bodies. Solution? Kill another and meet your ‘fan’ in the act?! It’s October 31st, and you are dragged out to a haunted house attraction with your friends despite the mysterious ‘Jack-o-killer’ running around, murdering strangers in gruesome and eccentric ways. Bodies ranged from being found taking the place of a scarecrow to being carved and their guts replaced with pumpkin seeds. You, however, didn’t worry about getting killed. You knew exactly who the murderer was. Problem? You knew for sure you didn’t kill them like that.

CANIDAE

The moonlight illuminates the animal that lies within everyone. Will you embrace it; or fight back? On Halloween, a gang of teenagers in animal masks head out to set off fireworks and drink with their friends. Unfortunately, nothing ever goes right for you. As the night grows darker and pranks turn to violence, your friends start to change. Will you?

Killer Chat!

A reporter by day, an aspiring writer by night: you've been asking all the important questions on the dark web.  Like, how do you bury a body? How do you kill someone with a crowbar with the right angle to cause blunt-force trauma? What's the best way to hide from law enforcement? If you're to write a good crime book, this is how you'll do it. Suddenly, ERROR! UNKNOWN invites you to a server... with a warning. "don't be so obvious smh You're Gonna Get Caught". ... It's a serial killer chatroom. You may be slightly fucked.

Spirit Driver

From the everyday passenger to the horrors of Halloween, Spirit Driver is a short, casual conversation simulator where your choices can affect the fates of people and spirits alike. Remember, your choices have consequences. Good luck!

Let's Watch Steamboat Willie

Two film nerds sit down for a comfy evening watching old movies. Next up is Steamboat Willie, and they quickly take to bickering. By the time the cartoon is over, one of them will be dead.

Shut-in Vampire

Oh no! Mayu’s in a pinch! She’s woefully behind on paying the rent, and her scary landlady, Miss Himemiya, has issued an ultimatum. Mayu needs to earn ¥100,000 by the end of October, or she’ll be kicked out! Being evicted from her home would be bad enough, but Mayu has a secret: she’s actually a vampire. Mayu hasn’t been a vampire for a full year yet, and the church is keeping close tabs on her to ensure she’s been behaving herself. According to the stone-faced Sister Juriel, it’s the church’s standard policy to execute all vampires without a fixed address, lest they start roaming the streets causing chaos. If Mayu can’t pay the rent in time, she won’t just wind up homeless: she’ll be executed! What’s a fledgeling vampire to do?

Epimutation

Spencer, a former investigative journalist, lives in a small bunker with six other people who have also managed to stay alive after a viral outbreak brought the world to ruin. They're attempting to adjust to this new normal, until they stumble across some notebook pages written by a scientist documenting the infection. Make life or death decisions, form bonds with your fellow survivors, and attempt to unravel the mystery behind the outbreak.

Not My Body!

First you wake up in somebody else's ugly house in somebody else's ugly body, and then you find another person tied up in the closet? This isn't fair at all! Why do you have to deal with this?! It's not like you put him there! And what's going on in your own body right now, anyway…?

that's all of my recommendations for now, but with over 270 entries there's plenty more indie Halloween-themed visual novels for you to try!

[missmarveledsblog]

Tommy Miller x reader. Where it's actually Tommy and reader and no Joel

thank you for the request nonnie , i understand the pain of trying to find tommy and reader then it like their friends and she after joel , i have another couple of tommy x read fics where they fall in love and joel not main part of the story unless it as friend or something .

the girl next door

or

joel's girl? ok this one is like he thinks she with joel but she not and likes him

Sunshine

summary : every friday was highlight of the people of jackson's night the one night of normal and reminder of the world before it went south , for tommy miller it was seeing his favourite ball of sunshine ..noticing she isn't herself and the reason why he decides to cheer her up only things never stay good when raiders attack ... will he get his chance or not?

warnings : bitchy women , jealousy , friends to lover troupe and no joel only small interaction and he's not named blink and miss it sort of thing . the spotlight is on tommy and reader in this one violence and killing ,

Friday night like always , towns people filled the little bar enjoying the  a piece of the old life before the world fell to shit . a stop to socialize and take about the week and life  they used to , songs playing  in the background almost muffled by the chatter , drinks handed out and it was like nothing ever happened . it was a piece of normality in world gone insane.  He stood with pride being able to part in  keeping it going , safe haven where it was building it people back up and in turn they were building it up . one of the highlights of his week and the other well walk in the door taking his breath away each time it was like the first time he had saw her.   A night he got a knock waking his door the members on patrol where coming  with a girl who needed help , at first he was pissed worried incase  this stranger was infected putting them at risk , once it was established it wasn’t that kind  trouble as they brought her in the gates still passed out from exhaustion when they came across her she was fighting off raiders . her eyes opened wide and terrified  seeing a bunch of strangers standing around her some place she didn’t know .  when she calmed down and they explained it he could see the weight of the world melt off her shoulder and smile on her face  making his heart beat faster and his knees weak. 

A school boy crush  was his excuse , then the more he got to know  her he was a goner .  a young woman who saw hell and back had scars to prove yet she walked around like the living embodiment of sunshine .  Caring and sweet ready to help where help was needed , lend a hand on days off  but could hold her own and stand up for those who couldn’t do it for themselves. Each friday she would have a drink or two and dance , laugh and smile away with the rest or if it was particularly busy night she’d be behind the bar given him a helping hand , she always stayed til last person left one of the better parts of the night . her full attention on him as the two would go about joking and talking sharing stories while doing the task at hand . yet when she walked in the smile on her face didn’t quite reach her eyes , the talking was barely more than a sentence  , there was no giggled filled dancing something didn’t feel right , that weight of the world on her shoulder coming back  and all he wanted to do was tell everyone out and the night was gone , get to his favorite part and see what had the sunshine beauty so glum .   the night picking up busy one  watching her  twirl still dancing but to make the old man who asked smile  alway telling her they felt young again and the wives happy to left in peace for short time . finally she came up and got a drink   sitting at the barstool  her eyes showing what her face wasn’t  . 

“ whats got ya down honey “ slip of the too many a nickname that was just their own . 

“ if i’m honey your sugar just as sweet” she would shoot back this time she didn’t she just exhaled . 

“ am i dumb stupid clingy  little girl” she asked .

“ smartest people i know  clingy no why  , did someone say something?”  he arched his brow. 

“ i was helping clean the mess hall you know  and  they were having their book club meeting  i was washing dishes out back i went to ask if they wanted water or something and i heard them saying i was a stupid clingy little girl cause i’m always clinging out of ya and too stupid to see your uncomfortable .. i’m sorry if i do i just get so happy sometimes “ she rambled in all her good qualities her ability to overthink was like no other . 

“ honey ya ain’t stupid or clingy just jealous old witches who feeling ticking of time is all “ he winked making a little smile on her face .” now  wanna help me here  so  i can get that ball of sunshine back” he leaned on the bar a suddenly act of bravery as she swallowed and nodded  her eye flicking to his lips  for a spilt glance  he nearly missed it. 

He was praying for the time to move , begging it to pass by along way he got braver brushing his hands along her fingers when she handed him something or  his hand or her hip as  they passed each other behind the bar . soft touch and flirty banter more and more as time went by . that bubble of happiness she usually was returning and the cruel words that clung to her  melted off or nearly when they walked in then it hit him why one of ladies she was his age little older not by much that constantly hounded him for attention  . town jackson well one scarcity was partners  and she had set her sights on tommy.

“ hey tommy how are you “ she cooed . 

“ hey lori what can i get ya , i’m good thanks “ he ask polite smile but he noticed y/n keeping her distance to other side.  “ even better i must say tonight” he added speaking little louder. 

“ oh really why’s that ?” lori straighten up fixing herself not so subtly . 

“ cause i got my honey by my side , wine ?” he smiled brightly as the womans face faltered . 

“ the little girl really tommy ain’t it better with someone your own age .. more experience”a  venom to her words . 

“ little girl i don’t see one i see a woman who done nothing but help everyone in this room for nothing in return because she wants to , she even helped you i’m not wrong when you were hollering over little mouse she got it out “ he placed the class . “ she maybe younger but least she more mature and knows how to have fun in life “ he whispered .

“  well when you’re done fucking the midlife crisis tommy call me when you need a real woman” she snapped storming off . 

“He might be too tired do so have a goodnight lori “ she called passing to the other side of the bar and new game was played maybe it was more his own need to touch her more but hell see the steam out of the womans ears was a bonus . lifting her up and place her down her giggles and shrieks filling the air , more touches lingering  til it got to a stage he was standing behind her hands on her wait holding her against him as she served customers . 

“ guess i’m the clingy one” he chuckled to one of the patron and she could hear the womans teeth grinding for here . 

“ about time you two” was the winning phrase of the night to point he though lori’s glass was gonna smash in her hand . soon it wasn’t about pissing the other woman off  , at one point of the night she was long forgotten  lost in a bubble that only consisted of them  and them alone . like most thing that would happen in the world when the bubble popped and the door swung open . 

“ Raiders “  sent men to  their feet. 

“ stay here” was all he said kissing her head and leaving,  of course in true y/n fashion it was never about leaving and staying in safety it was a second her hair tied up and she followed him out grabbing the gun. 

“When ya gonna listen to me” he yelled. 

“ i do listen . doesn’t mean i’m gonna do it “ she snorted heading out  . 

Luckily for them it wasn’t big ground maybe ten or more men , got couple of the house but hell she got a few of them on their asses before they seen her coming til she was knocked to her ass stinging pain on her jaw shooting quickly she looked up seeing two more heading to the bar , scrambling to her feet dodging the tussles and fights as she kicked the door . she  watched them grab lori in their hold hell she could of left the woman but instead she pressed the gun to back of his head ignored the demand he was spout or how the instantly stopped . 

“ let er go or  we’ll be cleaning you off the walls for weeks” she cocked the gun as he let the woman go promise of putting the gun down they would leave . his buddy sneaking to her side as she pulled out the pistol in her belt . “ now i know you weren’t going to try be stupid huh  she turned holding  the guns to the two men . 

Second she shot one in the arm and the other charge fist coming to her lip she could feel the metallic taste filling her mouth  hitting the ground as he straddle her hips holding her down  hands on her throat squeezing tightly as she felt around . cold and sharp ignoring it tearing into her skin as she slammed into the mans next making him fall back as his friend scampered off . she was silent eyes wide as the sound of the world when muffled and people moving to her. Mouth opening but yet she couldn’t hear a thing as the adrenaline wore off. 

“ Y/N “ Tommy voice filled with nothing but fear as one of the women called him . 

“ here sweetheart up to get” lori said still shaken but not at must of the woman before her . “ get me towel and water … whiskey” was all she called as they did so. 

It was one thing to fight and protect  from afar , killing infect it didn’t feel like killing but y/n never had to kill so up close so messy .

“ she ok “ tommy voice fell she was cover in blood and he didn’t know where hers started 

“ nasty cut on her hand , spilt lip and bruise and nasty shock” lori sniffled. “ she saved us not even spilt second  of thinking “ .

N-n-not bad for little girl huh?” she croaked making the woman chuckled . 

“ nah not bad at all , you ok now .. miller bring her doc and home we can clean up , guys can get rid of him” lori finished cleaning as much blood as she could up  as y/n went to stand her legs buckled . 

“ i gotcha “ he lifted her up as her head in his neck not baring to look  down at the man who she just killed . 

“ she ok “ a gruff voice of his brother . 

“ few cuts and bruises  but she ok “ he nodded passing by as he headed into the clinic . 

She sat still listening to the doc keep it dry on and clean after he stitched her up she could see a man whispering in tommy’s ear  , his face falling and looking at her like a sad puppy . 

“ what is it?” she huffed. 

“ they destroyed few houses and one of em were yours “ .

“ course it was fucking assholes “ she growled  as doc shoot her a look. “ sorry “she rolled her eyes. 

“ gotta teach me how to do that” tommy chuckled as she glared at him . “ come on staying in  mine, they'll drop off some clothes and stuff that wasn’t damage” he helped her up  as she hugged  doc and thanked him .  she walked street empty of bodies and clean up being left til the light of day he held the non inured hand as they walked towards his house .  he could see her trying to process it all and yet every time she went to speak her mouth open and closed just as quick .  climbing up the step to his house as he lead her through up to the bathroom handing her a tshirt and sweats before heading down the stairs lighting his fire making sure by time she was out the place was least somewhat warm . sitting how went from such a good night downhill so fast . how scared he was when he couldn’t see her when it was all said and done , that sinking feeling in his gut looking for her through the casualties and yelling her name waiting for the “ quit your hollering” and a mischievous smile on her lips . it could of been minute , seconds but it felt like hours . when he was called to the bar his stomach dropped , he moved the quickest in his life . seeing her staring into space on that barstool  beaten and bruise covered in blood  . heart breaking and sinking all in one  how close he was to losing her made him sick to his stomach . when he looked up  there she stood clean and wet hair and yet tears down her face instantly he pulled her to his lap and let her cry it out ,let it on on him , he could take it , take all the darkness so she could continue being the light . 

“ i gotcha darling , always gotcha honey “ his words falling so easily from his mouth and lips easily finding their way to her hand kissing the bandage that covered her skin . 

“ i was so scared “ she hiccuped . “  i thought he was gonna kill me and that part isn’t what scared me  it  was the others being in harms way if he did or never getting to see everyone again , never getting to see you again “ she cried harder. 

“ scared me too honey thought i lost ya… lost ya before i even had a chance to have ya “ he held her face , wiping the falling tears from her cheeks. “ the thought of never seeing this face again is worse than hell it’s self “ he kissed her cheeks . 

“ thought of not seeing this cute nose scrunching up when ya being a brat and sassing” he chuckled kissing her nose. 

“ and thought of not having a chance to taste these lips  well borderline torture” he moved lifting her head and placing a light kiss on her lip . 

“ i’m not a brat” she finally said smile on her face as she looked up . 

“ oh very much a brat never listening to me “ he teased thumb grazing her cheek as she leaned into his touch . “ but its one of things i love about you” . 

“ you love me”her breathe hitched. 

“ from moment i met you and every day since “ he nodded.

“ i love you too” she smiled wider only to wince as stinging from her lip .  yet the stinging was last thing on her mind when she crashed her lips to his fully showing him how much she loved him .  

This mean your gonna listen when i tell ya stay back be safe” he pulled back . 

“ i’ll listen ain’t mean i gonna do “ she yawned. 

“ you’re gonna be death of me honey you know that” he grinned kissing her lips once more  a rarity in the world is being unconditionally happy even it took a scare to make it happen but shit he got his own personal form of sunshine and he wasn’t going to let her go . 

[weird-an]

“I hate you” Harringrove? I’m so gay.

Detention.

With Billy Hargrove.

Steve wants to scream and it's all Hargrove's fault. Because they tackled each other too hard and too often during practice. Because Billy shouted "plant your feet, Harrington" and Steve lost it for once and yelled "I'll fuck you over next time".

Did anyone ever get detention playing basketball? A week before their last game ever? Before school is over in only a few weeks? This a new low for Steve.

Worse even, it's Friday and the whole school is deserted already, so now he sits in a stuffy classroom next to Billy.

"I'll be back in an hour," Coach says, grabbing his mug of coffee that vaguely smells like liquor. "You two will come up with a list of reasons why team play is important."

Once the door closes behind him, Steve groans. "You have to be kidding me. A list?"

"I can think of a lot of reasons why team play is important, but we aren't a fucking team," Billy snaps. "I should write an essay about Harrington's Inability To Stand His Ground."

"Maybe you should add a guide on how to use every possible foul in one half time." Steve rolls his eyes.

Billy stands up and comes closer. A wild look in his eyes.

"It's not my fault that you don't plant your fucking feet."

"Bodycheckin' isn't allowed. It's basketball," Steve yells, getting up as well. "You should fucking behave."

Billy's face turns red from anger. "Don't talk to me like that."

"Like what?" Steve steps forward, pushes two fingers against Billy's chest. Of course he's wearing his shirt unbuttoned. Steve wonders why he's bothering with a shirt at all. Always showing off his stupid, admittedly nice, pecs.

"Like I'm a child."

"You're a fucking brat," Steve huffs. Billy's flush turns crimson. It makes Steve get a very dangerous idea.

"I hate you," Billy growls. "Stop talking to me like that. I should punch you in your -"

Steve manages to shut Billy up. For the first time ever. With his mouth pressed against Billy's. Shoving his tongue in his mouth and yanking his mullet.

Billy gasps and Steve uses his surprise to bite his bottom lip. Billy's breath gets ragged and Steve kisses his neck, sucks on the tender skin underneath his collarbone. Enjoys Billy shivering from his touch.

Steve bites into the soft flesh just a bit above Billy's belly button. Billy moans. His eyes are closed and he aches his neck. He looks almost peaceful like that. Steve wants to see him like that more often.

He pulls down Billy's pants. Kneads Billy's firm ass that the whole school keeps staring at. But only Steve gets to touch.

"I can take it," Billy grunts, leaning a little over the desk so that Steve can reach him better.

"Well, aren't you a team player?" Steve laughs. He spits on his fingers and pushes two into Billy's hole.

"More. Faster." Billy's voice is hoarse.

"Nope," Steve says, scissoring his fingers apart, in very slow, lazy movements. "Behave."

Billy shudders, but bites his lips. Keeps himself from moving even though his cock twitches with every push of Steve's fingers.

Steve pulls his fingers out. "You ready?"

"Of course," Billy growls.

Steve presses his cock against Billy's hole. He's big and the spit can't be enough. But he sinks in slowly, until he's completely buried inside Billy who groans and clutches the desk like his legs can't carry him anymore.

"You're fucking huge," Billy gasps.

Steve moves his hips forward, grabs Billy's thighs and thrusts hard.

Billy comes, crying out and without Steve touching his dick. Shooting come all over his abs. After one thrust. It's the hottest thing Steve has ever seen.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Has nobody ever fucked you before?"

"Not in In- Indiana," Billy slurs.

The thought makes Steve dizzy. Nobody he knows has ever touched Billy. Only Steve himself.

It's fast, it's hurried, it's messy. Steve loves every second. He pulls Billy's blond curls again and he whimpers. He fucks him harder and faster, Billy's overstimulated mewls a symphony in his ears.

Maybe it's not even Billy's tight ass, moans or toned body. Maybe it's the thought that only he fucks Billy Hargrove, that Billy Hargroves behaves, that Billy Hargrove comes within seconds, because Steve wants him to.

Steve's orgasm hits him right in the moment of realization and he pulls Billy's hair again, listening to the sweet sounds he has never thought he'd hear from Billy of all people.

"We still need to write that list," Billy says, putting his jeans back on. He buttons his shirt until a bright red bite mark is hidden underneath.

Steve reaches out for Billy's shirt and opens a few buttons again, so it's fully on display.

"I think I did my work already here."

He presses his fingers against the mark. Billy groans, a bit breathless.

"I hate you." It doesn't sound sincere.

[batsplat]

bat splat thank youuu for saying the pecco jorge rivalry is just for pecco as opposed to having the specter of Vale hanging over it. I want to ask tho, I have been seeing people say the only reason pecco wins the race is because he copies jorge's setup throughout friday/saturday/Sprint. Wanted your opinion on this because I have also heard that Pecco gives decent engineering input and builds his race slowly over the weekend. Was just confused about how much data sharing can actually help, and how much does it help with the ducati specifically!! Have a nice day, love your posts

have a good day too, anon!! and I will gladly spread the pecco narrative independence agenda!! it's something I really do like about the rivalry - expanded a bit in the comments under this, but it's neat to have something that really is Just Pecco's. from inception it's very much his own rivalry, his own narrative... idk, this sport is too reliant on valentino to provide any kind of narrative tension, and it's just sort of refreshing to see this multi-year narrative play out that has fuck all to do with that guy. enough

on the set-up copying, obviously that is bullshit. I mean, to be clear, I'm sure pecco absolutely copies the set-ups of other ducati riders, but that's very much a mutual process - it's something that benefits all the ducati riders, and they've all openly spoken about this. it's very helpful to be able to see the data from seven other riders!! that's a big part of why ducati has been so bloody good!! the main difference is that jorge tends to be faster from the start of the weekend, whereas pecco tends to take time to reach his level. which I suppose makes some people draw the conclusion that pecco is only fast once he's copied someone's set-up. again, this isn't the case - it is just a difference in approaches. points come... well, unfortunately, not just on sunday anymore, but they certainly do not come on a friday. pecco knows this, which is also why sometimes he's not even trying to top an fp1 session - this year there have been quite a few instances of jorge but not pecco throwing on a fresh set of tyres towards the end of fp1 and setting a particularly impressive lap time. there's also nothing wrong with THAT approach, jorge is playing to his strengths, but at a certain point we're just talking different run plans

(there is also a very obvious logical fallacy with this line of reasoning. if you are copying someone's set-up, then by definition you have the same set-up as them. and if you beat someone with the same set-up, then it stands to reason that you were riding better than them. sure, you can argue the success is less earned because your team... idk, just lazed around all weekend, but at the end of the day surely you still cannot be a bad rider if you are getting more out of another rider's set-up than they themselves are able to manage)

and yeah, pecco is known for giving good feedback! just being a good learner in general. here, actually, a little throwback from start of 2019 where pecco's crew chief gabarrini (who also ofc has worked with casey, lorenzo and briefly with marc) compared pecco and marc:

"A driver - all of them do this - starts at a certain level and ends the day at a higher level. What makes the difference is starting again where you were. Few have this quality: it often happens that a driver sets good times - without knowing why, without being aware of how he got there. The 'good' ones, on the other hand, have this characteristic: they achieve a result and know why they did it," explained the chief technician. Gabarrini even goes so far as to compare the MotoGP rookie with the current world champion: "I saw this quality in Márquez: I was with him when he made his debut in the MotoGP World Championship. His ability to not forget what he had learned impressed me. Once he had understood an aspect of the riding style, the set-up or any other thing to be faster, he had it in him forever. Pecco also has this quality." "In Valencia we started with a base similar to the one Lorenzo used: on paper it suited Bagnaia, based on what you could understand when you saw him riding a Moto2 bike. From then on, the normal changes to the set-up were made so that he could ride the bike as he liked. In the meantime, Pecco has worked enormously to adapt his style to the Ducati."

and there you have it - pecco's good at progressively getting better at stuff, including over the course of the weekend. as for the set-up copying thing, partly it's just typical competitive paranoia (even though it feels like the fans are currently doing it more than the riders). back in the day, valentino and jorge used to have the world's dumbest arguments about this every other week. led to one of my all time fave messy jb moments:

god I miss that guy so badly. they don't do ride-or-die like that anymore

the point is that both sides were engaging in pretty silly mudslinging, just kind of for the vibes of it. valentino/jb trying to get under jorge's skin and jorge a bit more earnestly aggrieved. as ever, if you want to read more about how that particular era of jorge/valentino unfolded, see here. this is just to say, this kind of faffing about is a tale as old as time and it's always a bit silly... you had jorge say that it was impossible for them anyway to copy each other's data in the very same answer as he accused valentino of copying his set-up. like, I'm sorry, I am not going to take this seriously. a lot of sports is about having dumb arguments

and yeah, again, pecco does gradually build up his level over the weekend. more of a valentino than a casey, it's fair to say. and that'll hurt him in the sprint format - which I talked about a bit recently while going through casey's latest interview about how sprints are satan's providence:

so yeah, casey thinks that if anything there isn't enough time to work on set-up, and mat oxley thinks it's rubbish to say pecco relies on sprint data to be better on sunday. (as I said in that post, I do find it fun if unsurprising that casey is so virulently anti-sprints, because you'd think a lot of aspects of the format - including less time for everyone for working on set-ups - really would have suited him. keeping it real.) so on the whole... y'know. maybe he just gets better over the course of the weekend. it's been known to happen. there's actually some pretty significant ways in which the current version of the sport isn't all that pecco-friendly, from the shitty michelin front tyre we're keeping for another year to the sprint format we appear to be stuck with. it's just that he also happens to be on the best bike - and the fact that he's winning a lot but simultaneously isn't highly rated by fans makes people want to believe that the current series is 100% ideal for him

a lot of fans are loathe to admit pecco might actually be a good rider so they'll find basically everything to justify that prior. including getting into increasingly conspiratorial territory. but my actual take is this - if pecco has been gaming the system so expertly that he is somehow the only guy able to take full advantage of everyone else's data, so shrewd and cunning that he can spread magic dust on his bike so that he suddenly leaps ahead of jorge, such a dastardly operator that he can steal the set-up that poor jorge perfected on friday morning to fix his bike five minutes before the sunday race, then... good. I support it. I hope he's cheating. the more unearned the success is, the better in my books. long live corporate espionage and foul play

[katsune-nya]

Just some lines/songs that remind me of TR characters

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano:

I feel so alone on the Friday nights,

Can you make it feel like home if I tell you you're mine?,

It's like I told you, honey (louder),

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry,

Sometimes love is not enough,

And the road gets tough, I don't know why,

Keep making me laugh,

Let's go get high,

The road is long, we carry on,

Try to have fun in the meantime. - Born To Die by Lana Del Rey.

Baby, how do I get in?

I want you.

I want you to call me daddy,

Lay your pretty head down,

I'm in control now,

I wanna be your daddy.

Oh you're a big, strong man,

So Imma do what I can.

You spend so much time being tough, honey,

I know that job can get a little rough,

So let me be your daddy,

Lay your pretty head down,

I'm in control now.

The way that you're lovin' me.

I wanna lighten that body of steel,

I won't undermine your masculinity, baby,

It's just how I feel.

So you can come on over,

Lean on my shoulder,

Let yourself heal. - Daddy by Cera Gibson.

I run away when things are good

And never really understood

The way you laid your eyes on me

In ways that no one ever could

And so it seems I broke your heart

My ignorance has struck again

I failed to see it from the start

And tore you open 'til the end

And I'm sorry to my unknown lover

Sorry that I can't believe

That anybody ever really

Starts to fall in love with me

Sorry to my unknown lover

Sorry I could be so blind

Didn't mean to leave you

And all of the things that we had behind

And someone will love you

Someone will love you

Someone will love you

But someone isn't me

Someone will love you

Someone will love you

Someone will love you

But someone isn't me. - Sorry by Halsey.

I'm 23, and my folks are getting old

I know they don't have forever and I'm scared to be alone

So I'm thankful for my sister, even though sometimes we fight

When high school wasn't easy, she's the reason I survived

I know she'd never leave me and I hate to see her cry

So I wrote this verse to tell her that I'm always by her side

I wrote this verse to tell her that I'm always by her side

I wrote this verse to tell her that

The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad

If we got each other, and that's all we have

I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand

You should know I'll be there for you

When the world's not perfect

When the world's not kind

If we have each other, then we'll both be fine

I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand

You should know I'll be there for you. - If We Have Eachother by Alec Benjamin

Shuji Hanma:

He's so tall, and handsome as hell. He's so bad, but he does it so well,

I can see the end as it begins,

My one condition is,

Say you'll remember me,

Standing in a nice dress,

Staring at the sunset, babe. - Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift.

Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street,

Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly,

Loving him is like trying to change your mind

Once you're already flying through the free fall,

Like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all. - Red by Taylor Swift.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain,

And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name,

So in love that you act insane,

And that's the way I loved you,

Breaking down and coming undone,

It's a roller coaster kind of rush,

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you. - The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift.

Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water?

You put your arm around me, for the first time,

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter,

You are the best thing that's ever been mine.

Do you remember all the city lights on the water?

You saw me start to believe for the first time,

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter,

You are the best thing that's ever been mine. - Mine by Taylor Swift.

Ran Haitani:

Push me, shove me,

I don't wanna have no gushy loving,

Make it hot till your makeup's coming, off your face but

Baby you aren't looking ugly, yeah,

Hit me, punch me,

Give me more, baby, this is nothing,

Feel the sweat on your forehead, soaking all of your bed.

When we're fucking,

I feel your nails in my back,

Punish me for my past,

Like how you're making it last.

If you're gonna hurt me, hurt me,

I feel your nails in my back. - Nails by Call Me Karizma.

Takashi Mitsuya:

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go,

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home,

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew,

This night is flawless, don't you let it go,

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone,

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you.

Please don't be in love with someone else,

Please don't have somebody waiting on you. - Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

In a world of boys he's a gentleman. - "Slut!" by Taylor Swift.

Wakasa Imaushi:

I could suck a titty while I'm standing up, don't ever fucking tell me I ain't man enough. (Lmao, sorry). - short kings anthem by blackbear ft. Tiny Meat Gang.

You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style. -Style! by Taylor Swift.

Senju "Kawaragi" Akashi:

If you have a mother, daughter or a friend,

Maybe it is time, time you comprehend

The world that you live in ain't the same one as them,

So don't punish me for not being a man.

Spring appears when the time is right,

Women are violets coming to light,

Don't underestimate the making of life,

The planet has a funny way of stopping a fight. - Man's World by Marina.

Why are you cranky, boy?

What’s all the frown on your face

Do you want a blond barbie doll?

It's not here, I'm not a doll. - Tomboy by G-idle.

"Sanzu" Haruchiyo Akashi:

I only call you when it's half-past five,

The only time that I'll be by your side,

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me,

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me,

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah,

I only call you when it's half-past five,

The only time I'd ever call you mine,

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me,

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me,

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe. - The hills by The Weeknd. (Bad timelines).

Yuzuha Shiba:

I could be a better boyfriend than him,

I could do the shit that he never did,

Up all night, I won't quit,

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him,

I could be such a gentleman,

Plus all my clothes would fit. - Boyfriend by Dove Cameron.

Hakkai Shiba:

I can't break the cycle, am I just a fool?

Falling down like dominoes, hit by family jewels.

Pass it down from kid to kid, the chain will never end,

'Less I decide to go to it, will I see the end?

Ooh, don't you find it strange?

Only thing we share is one last name.

Did I beat you at your own game?

Typical of me to put us all to shame.

Welcome to the family jewels,

Coal to diamond, sold to fools.

Welcome to the family jewels,

Simmerin' sapphire can't keep his cool.

I can't keep my cool,

I can't keep my cool. - The Family Jewels by Marina.

Places, places

Get in your places

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains

Picture, picture, smile for the picture

Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees. -Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez.

I just turned 14

And I think this year I'm gonna be mean

Don't mess with me, I'm a big boy now, and I'm very scary

I punch my walls, stay out at night, and I do karate

Don't message me 'cause I won't reply, I wanna make you cry

Ain't that how it's s'posed to be? Though it isn't me

Boys will be bugs, right? - Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown.

All their little gangs:

They're gonna rip up your heads,

Your aspirations to shreds,

Another cog in the murder machine.

They said, "All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me",

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed,

So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose,

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me. - Teenagers by My Chemical Romance.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Clark over hears you gossiping over Superman at work 😳 ***warning Mature conversation********

it was painfully boring at work today. you did your Daily upbeat post for the mail. and the online accounts. you Specialized in Happy posts. it helped that you were suppose to Only write Happy posts. and uplifting things. on the website you posted three happy posts about a cat that is a Co manager at a home depot who works Very hard to make sure the place is rodent free and how the cat is no stranger to bribes. Another Post that you needed to get Special permission by Lois Lane who was the "Superman expert" to post.. which was just Superman was caught helping a kid get it's ball back when the kid kicked it up in a tree. and then how the Kid and Superman did a foot race to see who was faster. and Little Thomas Hilga was the fastes boy alive.

Lois has always been so Protective over whatever was said about Superman. in the beginning you didn't understand her need to protect the man of steel. But after discovering the truth of Who was Superman. it was clear why!

you use to babysit the twins when they lived in the city. and they went out for date night. Or they went on mini trips. So when they asked you come over to their farm for a week to watch the boys. since Jonathan was in trouble and they didn't feel comfortable to leave him alone. you happily agreed. and well- Clark flew back home to scream at Jordan for something he did. and you saw Clark.. Clark didn't even have a good excuse to why he was Flying.. But after sitting you down explaining who he was. the Only thing you could come up with was that you couldn't understand why he bothers with he's truck. he could just simply Fly everywhere.

that was months ago. and Now today, you messaged Clark asking for permission and he's Now ex Wife Lois. the week getaway was apparently their "fix your marriage "holiday which ended with Lois confessing she's hating Smallville, and she wanted to go back doing dangerous assignments.. and She has been doing more dangerous assignments, but she still was still incharge of Superman. Mainly for another year before she will decline writing for him. they didn't want to break it off. with superman and Lois right after the divioice so people didn't notice.

But Since work was doen for the day, or well you could probably search for more positivity posts to post other today or tomorrow but why overwork yourself? it was a Hot Friday afternoon, an Hour before you could leave. and it was so boring and quiet in the work room that no one was really working.

"My God looks at that ass!" you turned seeing your deskmate who worked beside you on her desk. was staring at a close up photo of Superman's Ass. on her screen. you laughed softly, "Why you looking at his ass?"

Cassandra didn't turn her face from the screen as she spoke, "I just want to bite it.. Lois is so lucky to have his rumpus ass to herself. Im sure he's happy that her and Clark broke up- if they ever stopped their. fun.. that is."

Rolling your e/c, you felt like they almost rolled out of your eyes socket with how badly you rolled them. ''Oh Please! Superman is a true gent... he wouldn't be hooking up with Lois on the side. while she was married." it helped that he wouldn't be a sidepiece. but she didn't need to know that as Cassandra scrolled the screen from his butt to up his frame to his face.

"you know- he probably has a super tongue." she grinned at that, Cassandra is the Core reason why the last several Hr meetings about work place conduct About he appropriate work chat.. and talking about if Superman had a "Super tongue" was Not work safe conversation.

you knew it.. you also Knew who Superman was. but you looked at Clark faces and were Stunned with How stupid the entire world is that we didn't recognized that the hotty in the office was Superman... who wasn't IN the office. right now.

"Clearly has Super attractiveness." Cassandra rolled her eyes, 'that isn't a superpower! but Super tongue is!"

you turned to her as you spoke, "Super Tongue isn't a Super power! what? does Superman Do with a Super tongue? Confuse the crooks with a tongue twister?"

"or give them the best orgasm with he's tongue"

you gasped covering your mouth as Cassandra leaned back on her chair probably imagining it. you couldn't lie.. the imagine popped in your mind of Superman doing that to you. No doubt in your mind.. Clark Was amazing in the bedroom. but of course you couldn't comment. you were litterally friends with Clark. and thinking of him in that way was. 1) incredibly inappropriate 2) made you feel uneasy Now talking about how amazing his technique is in the bedroom.3) friends dont' talk about how amazing you imagine Clark is in bed.

"you know-.. Im not in the mood for another sexual harassment meeting.. " you shifted away trying to retreat back to your computer. but Cassandra spoke, "God could you imagine oif he was Seflish and lazy in the sack? how disappointing.. probably does the Leo DiCaprio thing and just lays there."

"No way, I've seen walking a old lady across the street.. Superman is probably the sort who makes sure he's partner si completely satisficed before worrying about his own needs." you didn't mean to comment you Should of just nodded in agreement with Cassandra and changed the conversation to a dog you were going to post tomorrow. but you didn't think- it just came out. and Just as Clark walked in completely Stunned at your statement as you truned to Cassandra as you spoke, "So Im posting a dog video tomorrow. of a saint gently pulling his owner off the sofa and stealing the sofa for himself.. you want to see the video?"

"Nah- i hate your fluff pieces.. Hey.. after work- lets go othat new bar. and find you someone to completely satisfice you eever need." Cassandra was married, She doesn't touch but she does Love getting some guy to get her free drinks and trying to set you up. with some random guy for the night.

"as fun as a random hook up is- Call me old fashion but I rather sleep with someone i have a emotional attachment with."

Cassandra looked around the room seeing Clark was back at his desk as She spoke, 'well- Clark is free.. or Tony but trust me.. ive rode that horse before.. Not much to write about.."

"you do know- if the men talked like this.. so openly it woudl be us calling them fifthly Pigs.. and HR woudl be Up thier butts in a heartbeat."

"the advantage of sleepign with HR. . he knows if he gets me in troulbe at work. he gets None at home." you shook your head chuckling, "your horrible." she chuckled as she spoke, 'and yet I didn't hear you deny Clark."

you looked up at her as you spoke, 'he's my friend. I babysit his kids!!"

"you could make him a third.." you gasped saying whay as she laughed patting your back, "God your so easy!"

she let the conversation die after that. switcing to look at a photo of the new deputy mayor who was attractive. as you spent the next hour. Hoping Clark was too busy to listen into the conversation.. that he probably heard his name. and heard you both talking about him..

After work you packed to leave seeing Clkar was taking his time he rarely comes into the office. he picked up freelance gigs onc eLois left to help pay for the farm. you got up heading to the elevator saying Night to Clark as he walked over following you to the elevator "hey."

"hey" you said uneasy.. as he spoke, "why were you and Cassandra talking about superman sexual abilities?" your cheeks burned a deep red as Clark chuckled as you explaiend how it all happened as he spoke, "Super tongue isn't a real thing." you laughed saying thats what you said. as Clark leaned lower as he spoke, "those Lois did make comments that she thought it was.." your cheeks couldn't go any redder as Clark smiled seeing you.

he couldn't deny that since he broke up with Lois the Only women who caugh his attention was you. but he always figured you were off limits since you were you.. but listening to you and Cassandra chatting about Superman sexual abilities he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like with you. Clark has only ever been with Lois you snapped Clark out of his day dream of you and him as you spoke, 'can I still come over? or did that conversation completely gross you out?"

Clark smiled weakly, "No of course not, those surprised to hear you talking like that at work." you laughed covering your mouth, "Cassandra started it! I tried to shut it down!" you both lauhged as you spoke, "you mad at me for that?"

he shook his head, 'nah, it's okay honestly those. the boys will be out. you okay with just us?"

"yea of course.. I'll bring the beer?" Clark smile dsaying okay as the elevator door opened as you walked out. Clark realized at that moment that he needed you.. and he was falling for you. he's best friend.

[theic-manic]

Weekend devotional plans:

Ares Altar

Recently, upon realising that Hermes was disguised as Hades & Hekate (I've previously covered in another post) I have to redo my bedside table altar since that was dedicated to Hades...

Hermes already has a bloody altar and before his "ta da! I'm that pokemon (bitch)!" Reveal he convinced me to LED the fuck out of his altar (my desk) & some wall art so he doesn't need another one.

Apollo has a tarot altar.

And I think that was partly why he had me recalculate my 4 core numbers for my soul deity parents (linked below) because Ares has been around, at a distance for a good while but he's big on consent so he... didn't push the relationship...

Now that I realise he's one of my core number deities, I've become more receptive & damn his presence is strong 😊

I recall wanting to create a "war deity altar" a few months ago when I briefly worked with Sekhmet (the Kemetic God Squad dipped out when I resumed my previous career) so I might will make a bedside Ares altar the adult massage devices nearby might be appreciated by him 😅 I was stuck on this because I don't have anything that might be traditionally associated with him but alas, ask the Gods to guide you & they shall deliver: I realised that I can use my Crow tarot & Oracle decks, among some other things instead so I'll do that

Start planning my Tarot Book of Shadows

As an Apollo & Hermes devotional I really need to start outlining my Tarot journal... while my Tumblr account & browser favourites are basically a digital BoS I have promised Apollo to reduce my screentime so that's a thing. Ares give me strength...

I started drafting this yesterday (Friday) and this morning Ares got my arse up to run arrands. Ares: "Wear the military jacket and the jewellery you've previously worn in my honour on Tuesdays when our relationship was more... formal" This includes an obsidian pendant shaped like a dog tag with a wolf. Upon wearing this I found myself talking to him more and when I bought a bunch of groceries (it was raining again too) I was worried I'd struggle to carry them all home. Ares: "You doubt yourself because you're not as physically strong as you think but remember that in addition to the childhood trauma that even some Spartans may wince at, you underwent major spinal surgery at age 14 and pushed yourself to walk again and recover faster than most. Carry on my Oracle-soldier, you've got this." So it was nice to be reminded that strength comes in various forms.

[everytimeigetmoody]

platonic macauchay (with mentions of kimchay)

wip wednesday on a friday. let's gooo this is in the same universe as my this wip. progress is being made

As he was walking, he paused at a window that only just gave him a view of the entrance of the house. Chay stayed there, watching like a ghost trapped in the home they died in. He only tore his eyes away when he heard footsteps approaching. 

Macau was walking in his direction. The two were the closest in age and yet they never spoke. Porsche told him he wasn't too bad, but Tankhun insisted that the only thing he was good for at a party was to be a piñata. 

"Can I join you?" Macau asked, already stepping up to the window. He pulled out his phone and opened up a game on it. Chay had seen Vegas nudge Macau's arm earlier and tell him to shut it off.

"What are you playing?" Chay looked over his shoulders and saw a series of black and white tiles on the screen. 

"It's a piano tile game. Basically, you're just trying to get a faster score. I've been trying to beat Pete's score for the past two days, but I'm starting to think it's impossible," Macau explained.

The pair stayed like this for a long time before either one of them spoke again. Chay watched Macau play, and Macau repeatedly failed at trumping Pete's high score. The only sounds between them were the dull taps of Macau's fingers on the screen. 

"So I take it you didn't want this party?" Macau asked after giving up on his game and pocketing his phone. “I’m Macau, by the way.”

"Yeah, no, but they didn't really care about that," Porschay huffed and went back to staring outside the window. “I’m Porschay”

"That sounds rough. If it makes you feel better, I also didn't want to come. No offense but this party sounded lame." 

"The thought was nice, but this isn't even that big of a deal. Going away parties shouldn't be for people who have been in a place for, like, a year and are moving 30 minutes away.”

Macau shrugged, “They must like you here.”

“I guess,” Porschay said, frowning. A feeling of guilt washed over him as he realized how long they had been outside of the party. “Why did you come here if you didn’t want to be here? We don’t even know each other.”

“My brother said if he had to come to this shit, so did I. He didn’t even have to come through. Pete said he wanted to go alone. Things would be so much less tense if he did,” Macau pursed his lips and rolled his eyes. “Vegas said he had to come, otherwise Pete would look single or something like that. I love my brother, but their engagement has made them fucking insufferable.” 

“My brother’s the same exact way! I can’t invite him anywhere without him suggesting that Kinn come along or Kinn inviting himself. It’s like they can’t be two feet apart,” Porschay let the jealousy and resentment he had been pushing down crawl up his throat finally. It was like stinging bile in his mouth, but at least it was finally coming up rather than stewing in his stomach. “It’s so hard being around them sometimes. And then Tankhun invited my fucking ex to this party, so not only do I have to watch my brother be grossly in love with his boyfriend, I have to see my ex and his stupid face.”

“Sorry, but this party suddenly got interesting.” Macau leaned in closer with a smile. “Who is it? I thought the only one not here was Kimhan.”

“Speak of the devil,” Porschay narrowed his eyes at the sleek black car pulling up to the front door. He looked away, but he could perfectly picture Kim coming out of the passenger side door. Chay’s mind put him in a tight white tank top and those black leather pants he constantly dreams of (when Chay saw him wear those in a music video, he didn’t think he would recover). He wonders if he could see his rings from this far. “Do you want to ditch and see my apartment?”

“Things only just started getting good though.” Macau had an amused expression on his face but gave in reluctantly when he noticed Porschay's disappointed look. He sighed and put an arm around Chay’s shoulders. “Lead the way, Porschay.”

[usedtobecooler]

been in a writing slump for the last lil bit, i currently have seven (yes, SEVEN) almost completed WIPs in my google docs, all varying characters and scenarios, a few that are requests and others that aren't. i'm gonna pop little descriptions and excerpts from each WIP below, if you guys want to please reply and cast your vote for which one you wanna see first i'll finish the one with the most votes and post it on friday! <3

untitled - kurt kunkle x fem!reader

decription: there basically isn't one, kurt is readers spree driver and she wants to fuck him real bad lmao

“W-want you, Kurt,” You stutter, unable to hold back your tears when he tugs your hair harder. The song changes, though your ears hardly register it. From this angle you can see the streetlights out the windows, painfully aware now of how open and public this is, how if the cops came you’d both be fucked. It doesn’t help how much you’re enjoying this.

Kurt groans when you finally give him what he wants, the reply he needed, all the anger on his face changing to bliss, “Tell my fans how good my cock is,” He’s smirking at you, grinning wider when your eyes pop open in realization. You tilt your head further back, finally aware that he’s been filming this on Live the entire time, just muting the noise of his notifications so you knew no better.

me, myself and why - modern day!eddie munson x fem!reader

description: eddie and reader are in a situationship that continues on no matter how much reader claims to want out. based on me, myself and why by alana springsteen.

You sit up in the bed that you’d wound up in at least three times a week for the last four months, and you curse yourself for being so stupid. You try not to let the pain overtake your features, try not to let him see that it’s bothering you — the rejection, and how your ‘relationship’ will be over just like that, because you were stupid with your own emotions.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” You stutter, leaning over to the side to retrieve your clothes, a quiet little chuckle escaping your lips, and you know you look crazy, all wide eyed and trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to escape, “I probably wasn’t thinking at all, post orgasm haze and whatever.”

but i do - steve harrington x plus size fem!reader

description: our fave lil steve takes an interest in a plus size girl who's typically confident, though her confidence falters when they finally have sex.

So, when he approached you and asked you out, you really had to stop yourself from laughing directly in his face. Had he really gone through every single conventionally attractive woman in Hawkins? This had to have been some kind of joke. You knew his type — tiny, petite, usually brunette but nowadays he didn’t seem picky about hair colour. You were the furthest thing from what he went for.

You weren’t ugly, and you didn’t see yourself as ugly, either. But, you carried weight in your hips, your belly, your arms, your thighs. To most, that would make you ugly by default. You were told so, too, by a lot of people. Years of relentless nasty remarks had you struggling to come to terms with your body, but once adulthood took over you found yourself caring less and less, in turn surrounding yourself with people who loved you for you.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: reader and eddie are fwb's, steve has a crush on reader. cue car shenanigans.

“Don’t turn around, but—“ You don’t even get the sentence out before Eddie’s whipping his head around like an idiot, facing exactly where Steve is standing, frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, a dark flush spreading on his cheeks before he’s turning away. He couldn’t have disappeared through the door to the break room any faster if he’d tried.

“What the hell was that, Munson? I fucking said not to turn around,” You hiss through gritted teeth, leaning forward to smack Eddie’s bare arm with your sundae spoon. Eddie feigns a little hurt noise in the back of his throat, rubbing at the red patch of skin where you’d spanked him with the silverware.

untitled - eddie x fem!reader x oc fem!character

description: an established lesbian couple live in the trailer next to eddie's. they catch him watching them, and decide to play into his fantasies.

Eddie Munson is a lot of things, but he’s not a creep. Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself as he fists tightly at his cock with his ringed fingers, mouth hung open in a silent moan as he watches you throw your head back, back arching deliciously and giving him a perfect view of your pouty lips, the curve of your tits, the hand wound tightly in Michelle’s permed hair.

He’d watched the whole scene unfold as Michelle backed you up against the sink with a hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tapping your thigh to signal you to jump up onto the counter. Her head disappeared under your short skirt not long after, and the moans followed quickly.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: bootriding and blowjobs. that's it. that's the fic.

“If you’re so desperate to get off, get on the floor and do it your fucking self,” Eddie snips, shoving you off of his lap until you’re dropping to the floor on your knees in shock. This seems to rouse Steve out of his own little bubble, and he looks down at you with large, bloodshot eyes. From this angle, you know your tits are spilling out from the neck of your little tank top, in Steve’s eyeline for him to gawk at — he takes the bait, eyeing up the supple flesh, shuffling in his seat uncomfortably.

“Go on then,” Eddie’s voice is dark, a tone he only ever uses when he’s annoyed at you — it’s pathetic how your pussy quivers when his words ring through your ears, because you’re in for it, he’s not going to make this easy on you, “Show Steve what a little slut you are.”

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: established couple eddie and reader decide they want to have fun with their new neighbour, older!steve.

“It’s okay, Steve — can I call you Steve?” Eddie asks, this shit eating grin on his face as he perches on his knees behind you, and Steve nods in return, “She’s just eager, she wants to please you. I’ll help guide her, from the straining in your pants I’d say she’s gonna need it.”

Steve whimpers, eyes going wide as they fly to watch you moving your fingers deftly to pop the button on his jeans. Eddie’s hands roam up your shirt, groping at the soft pudge of your belly, making you shiver - his own erection is as clear as day, as it digs into the small of your back.

[potatoesenpaii]

Babysitting

This is Oc x Canon / Part one?

Please note that this happened right before the events in season 4, Bee isn't dating Eddie like her in her usual lore here.

Every friday, Gareth was babysitting his sisters, and every friday Bee was helping Gareth at that task. Not that Gareth couldn't do it alone, it was simply the best excuse to hang out and sleepover.

21:00, the clock shown. Not that they could see it as they just succeeded as making his sisters sleep and they were now outside on the gazebo set and half dead listening to the sound coming out of the pool engine.

Hand in hand, thumb caressing the back of his hand. They weren't dating, but that never stopped them to be close like that. Her eyes were on the water, and his head thrown back against the headrest with his eyes closed. They were both exhausted.

Gareth was relishing in her touch, the feel of her skin on his. He let out a heavy sigh and slowly opened his eyes, peering at her from the corner of his eye. He squeezed her hand gently and spoke in a groggy voice. "Thank you for helping me tonight." He said before sitting up slightly, his head slightly dizzy.

"I always help you" She said with a small smile on her lips as she turned her head.

Gareth chuckled at her response, his lips curling into a tired smile. He sat up fully now and turned to face her, his free hand running through his messy brown curls. "I know, I know. But still, you don't have to do it every time. I could deal with them alone." He told her, his voice soft and filled with a hint of appreciation.

"Yeah well, i want to hang out with you so" She replied with a small voice, almost anxious he would hate it.

Gareth's smile widened at her reply, his heart warm at her words. He squeezed her hand once more, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin on his. "I like hanging out with you too." He admitted quietly, his eyes darting to her face for a split second before looking away, his cheeks growing warm.

She hummed, her head resting against the headrest as she stared at the ceiling of the gazebo. Gareth observed her for a moment, his gaze lingering on her face. There was something about her that he found mesmerizing, something that drew him in. Despite the exhaustion and tiredness, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. He continued to draw small circles on the back of her hand with his thumb, his heart beating a little faster with each passing moment.

"I was wondering" She said softly after a bit of silence lingered between them. Gareth's breath caught in his throat at the sound of her voice. 'What was she wondering about?' he thought to himself. He looked at her, his face showing his interest, his curiosity peaking. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse, betraying the nervousness he felt in that moment. "Did you ever had a girlfriend?" She asked with curiosity, unable to find any memories of her friend with a girl.

Gareth's heart skipped a bit at her question. He wasn't sure what answer to give her. The truth or an excuse? He chuckled nervously, his grip on her hand slightly tightening. "N-no, not really. I never really had the chance to have a girlfriend, you know?" He tried to sound as casual as possible, hoping she would buy the excuse. But deep down, he knew he would never be able to fool her. "Why?" She wondered, he was the sweetest guy she ever had the chance to meet.

Gareth sighed deeply, his eyes dropping to their intertwined hands, his heart beating a little faster now. "I don't know. I've just never been that good with girls, I guess." He admitted, his voice quieter now. He could feel her gaze on him, and it made him feel vulnerable. He tried to keep up his usual carefree demeanor, but it was getting harder by the second. "Oh liar" She laughed, not believe that this was his reason for staying single. Gareth's eyes widened at her accusation, his cheeks blushing furiously. He was caught off guard by the sudden change in her tone. He let out a nervous chuckle and protested weakly, "I'm not lying!" But deep down, he knew she saw right through him. He wasn't exactly good at hiding his feelings for her. He could only hope she wouldn't confront him about them.

"Bullshit that you are no good with girls. You are practically raising two because your mom is a nurse and your stepdad works at the electric factory...And I never had any problems with you" Her voice got softer as she ended talking, he knew there was something hidden. Gareth tried to keep his composure, but her words hit him hard. She was right, of course. He had been helping with raising his sisters ever since he could remember. And he and Bee had been friends for a year now and not once has she had a problem with him. He swallowed hard, his eyes still focused on their hands. He didn't know what to say, his mind a jumbled mess of nerves and emotions. All he could do was let out a shaky breath and mutter a quiet reply. "It's different with you."

"How?" She asked, trying to pry information out of him. Gareth took a deep breath, his mind racing as he tried to put his thoughts and feelings into words. He felt vulnerable, like he was laying himself bare for her to see him completely. "I don't know," He started, "You just . . . get me, y'know? You understand me in a way that no one else does." He paused, his voice growing quieter. "And you never judge me. You always accept me for who I am, flaws and all."

"Yeah, because I am just like you. And like Eddie, and Jeff and Dougie and- And Ronnie" Oh she missed Veronica. Her head turning back to stare at the ceiling. Gareth's heart stung at the mention of Veronica. He knew how much she meant to Bee. They were best friends, practically sisters. And just like Bee, Gareth missed Veronica too. Her talent, her passion, her presence. She left a void that none of them could fill. He let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his messy curls, his voice filled with a hint of melancholy. "Yeah, she was something else."

"And now she is in the big apple with her big books to become a lawyer" She laughed, he couldn't help but chuckle at her words. He could picture Veronica in New York, surrounded by huge books and legal cases, chasing her dreams. "God, she was always meant for bigger things than this town," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

"Yeah" She said almost out of breathe. Her eyes stuck on his face. The mention of this town made think of things she already thought about. Gareth sensed the change in her tone. Her gaze seemed distant, as if her mind was wandering somewhere else. He knew that look on her face all too well. He let go of her hand and scooted closer to her, his eyes searching hers. "What's on your mind?" He asked quietly. "We graduate next year, right?" She asked suddenly.

Gareth nodded, his heart suddenly in his throat. He knew where this conversation was going. "Yeah, we graduate a year from now." He affirmed, his voice a little shaky. "Did you ever considered moving out, once you graduated?" Gareth's breath caught in his throat. He had thought about it, more times than he cared to admit. But hearing the question coming from her made it feel more real, more urgent. He paused for a moment, summoning all his courage to answer her honestly. "Yes," he admitted quietly, his eyes locking with hers.

"To where?" Gareth drew in a shaky breath, his mind racing with possibilities. Where would he go, if he had the chance to leave this place behind? He couldn't help but blurt out the first thing that came to his mind. "Somewhere far. Somewhere exciting, somewhere with better opportunities."

"Would you move to New York with me?" She spoke faster than her brain registered. Gareth's eyes widened at her question. He hadn't expected that at all. He was taken aback by the suddenness of the question, but at the same time, he felt a thrill at the idea. "New York?" he repeated, his voice a little breathless. "With you?" Her widened, her mind running 'Too soon? Shit.' She had to backtrack. "I mean you don't have to, i can- I can always ask Eddie" The hesitation showed she was way too anxious he would turn her down.

Gareth's heart clenched at the thought of her asking Eddie. He didn't want her to ask him. He didn't want her to ask anyone but him. "No," he blurted out before he could stop himself, his voice a little too loud in the quiet evening. "I mean, I, uh, I don't mind going with you." he hastily added, his cheeks turning pink. "Just...don't mind?" She was a bit disappointed, god she knew she was clumsy but never thought she misread what they had.

Gareth winced at the disappointment in her voice. He mentally cursed himself for his poor choice of words. "No, no. That's not what I meant" he quickly clarified, his heart racing. "It's not that I mind. I just... I just wasn't expecting the question. I would love to move with you." She gave a small smile, her head back to the ceiling. "It's okay if you don't want to, you know" She was not believing him. She thought she missed her chance with him, and she was completely unaware of how badly he wanted...needed to be living with her.

Gareth's heart wrenched at her doubt. She didn't understand. How could she not see how he truly felt about her? Frustrated, he reached for her hand again, his grip firmer than before. He wanted, no, needed her to understand the truth. "No, you don't get it," he said, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and tenderness. "I want to move out with you. I don't just mind. I want to be with you." Her head slowly moved as she sat up straight. His last sentence registering in her head. "What did you say?" She did not lose her chance. He was giving it to her on a silver plater.

Gareth's heart pounded in his chest as he realized what he had said. He looked her in the eyes, his gaze unflinching. "I said," he repeated, his voice firm and steady, "That I want to move out with you. I want to be with you." He took a deep breath, his hand tightening around hers, as if holding onto her for dear life.

"You're in love with me" She said out of breath and in disbelief. A wide smile on her lips and the brightest red on her cheeks.