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spicyyy-muffin · 3 years

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Sex Eyes

Reader x Paul Lahote

SMUT

Warnings: Oral Sex

All day. All day Paul had been giving you those looks. It was supposed to be a pack gathering along with the council. Sit around, have a cookout, make some hot dogs and hamburgers. If it was nice enough maybe take a dip in La Push.

But Paul wouldn’t stop looking at you with sex eyes. You were wondering because of the mind link if the rest of the boys could hear the dirty thoughts you could only imagine he was thinking.

You were currently sitting in between Jake and Leah. Talking about some chemistry assignment you were working on. Clearly not understand molar ratios.

You could feel his eyes on you. You just knew it. Looking up you were right. A small smirk grew on his face when he realized I knew.

Leah nudged me. “Did you hear me?”

“What? Yeah, I think you have to balance the chemical equations in the first half and-”

Two burly arms wrapped around your shoulders.

“Hi pretty girl.”

“Um and then, uhhh you have to put the molar ratio? I don't know if that’s right. I can come over later to help you if you want?” You turned around, a specific boy already pressing kisses into your shoulder.

“Hey babe, what's up?”

Jake was already gone, and you could hear Leah, “No I think I got it thanks though.”

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” His mouth was blowing warm air into your ear. His warmth and smell intoxicating.

“We are at a family gathering, get your head out of the gutter Lahote.”

“Mmmm come on baby I just need to talk to you for a minute, please? Pretty please?”

You huffed standing up.

He grabbed your hand pulling you along with him.

You finally noticed the clouds covering the once sunny sky. “Paulllll come onnn, it was a nice day it's gonna rain soon.”

He turned around suddenly causing you to bump into his chest. Right behind the nearest shrub of trees. His warm hands were suddenly on both of your cheeks.

Pressing your mouth into his. His lips were moving slowly. He wanted to take his time, work you up to the level of insanity he was currently at.

“Mmmmm”

The soft warmth but rough texture of his slightly chapped lips was addicting. You reached up gripping the soft strands of his brown hair in between your fingers. His hand reached behind your neck pulling you impossibly closer.

“Paul-mm-”

“Shhhh”

You finally pulled away. Both of you struggling to catch your breath.

“Do you think we can get at least 50 feet away from the others before you harass me?”

“Is it harassing if you want me just as bad?”

The smirk I adored so much back on his face.

“Who says I love it?”

His hand landed on your chest. On top of your heart.

“I feel like sometimes you forget about my super hearing.”

You rolled your eyes. “I hate you.”

Walking down the paved road pulling him behind you with his hand.

“You love me, don't lie. Where are you taking me woman?”

It was your turn to turn around with a huff?

“You’re the one who pulled me away because you couldn’t stop looking at me with sex eyes aren’t you supposed to tell me?”

His eyes widened and a laugh slipped out. “It's not my fault! I told you not to wear that sundress!”

You slapped him in the chest, “Is that why Embry kept looking at my legs?”

His face dropped suddenly solemnly. “He what?” He stopped walking. “Embry thinks he can look at you like that? Yeah okay, I’ll teach him a lesson to make sure he can’t look at shit for a while.” He turned around marching away.

You ran to catch up with him. “Joke! It was just a joke! Babe-” You pulled his arm so he could look at you. “Baby it was a joke, Embry doesn’t look at me like that.”

His eyes turned into slits. “Think you're funny do you?”

You started to laugh. “You should have seen your face oh my-”

His hands gripped your waist, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Paul! What the hell?” You shrieked.

His other hand came down landing on your ass cheek. “Ow! That hurt you, jerk!”

“That's what you get.”

He walked into the forest again. It was another 15 minutes until the path became familiar.

“Are your parents still at work?”

“Yeah they are going to dinner tonight in Port Angeles tonight too.”

“Good.”

He walked up the wooden steps of your porch. Grabbing the extra key behind your mom’s aloe vera plant, unlocking the door.

He turned around grabbing you again but this time wrapping your legs around his waist.

Suddenly nervous. Until his lips attached to yours slowly walking up the stairs. Traveling down to the sensitive part of your neck. “I'm sorry baby, but I really need you. Like really bad.”

He pushed you down on the bed, spreading your legs.

Pressing kisses into your thighs slowly going higher until he reached the wet patch of your grey undies. He reached for the band, slipping the small material off.

“Is this okay, can I?”

“yes, you're perfect.”

He smiled one last time and his lips were suddenly on your core, moving ferociously.

“Baby, baby ahhh.”

He moaned against your clit adding another level of pleasure.

His tongue roamed through your slit moving up and down slowly pressing into your hole. An inhuman growl coming from the back of his throat. You couldn’t tell who enjoyed this more.

He wrapped his lips around your clit suddenly sucking. Your back arched. “Fuck! Paul, please don’t stop, please don’t-oh my god.”

Two of his long thick fingers slipped in pressing hard at the spongy part he knew drove you crazy.

“Doin so good for me baby. That’s it, just like that, you gonna cum for me?”

Your hands tugged on his hair, “yesyesyesyes.”

“Fuck that’s so hot, you’re so beautiful, cum for me baby, come on.”

His lips were suddenly sucking on your clit again. His moaning growing again you didn’t even notice he was grinding against the edge of your bed.

You reached your peak, euphoria spreading in your veins. “Im cumming, oh my god.”

“Mmmm”

You felt it travel all through your legs, your clit pulsing on fire, your whole body was swarming in heat.

Paul kept licking up your arousal until you started to whine. “Too-too sensitive baby.”

You closed your eyes as he reached your face, lips slanting down to yours. Making you taste yourself.

You reached down trying to relieve him before he stopped you.

“Mm too sensitive babe.”

He went back to kissing you before you pulled away.

“What do you mean, I wanna get you off.”

A smile raised on his lips before a slight blush rose to his cheeks. “You already did pretty girl.”

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I’m sorry if this was bad I’m kinda new to this, lmk what you think.

But I hope you enjoyed! Requests are open. :)

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monsterfuneral · 3 years

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just peachy | the lost boys

Relationship: Poly!The Lost Boys x Gender Neutral!Reader

Request: Can I send in a request because your writing is *chef's kiss*? I'm just having a rough day and I'm tired of having a stupid accent. I'm from Georgia and my friends always tease me about saying certain words. Could you maybe write something about the boys' so is tired of them teasing her but she doesn't say anything because she doesn't want to seem weak or something. But she starts teaching herself how to talk "correctly" and then the boys realize her accent is basically gone and then try to make her feel better? 💛

Words: 2.1k

Warnings/Tags: Angst with a happy ending, changing yourself in order to satisfy your partner(s), insecurity, *Bo Burnham voice* prolonged eye contact, and some sexual tension for absolutely no reason

Author’s Note: Ah finally, someone else in this fandom that also lives in this hell state (I’m assuming you mean the USA Georgia). As someone who literally did this as a child, thus resulting in me not having an accent anymore unless I jokingly put one on, I felt like this request so hard.

I’m sorry you’re having such a hard time right now dude, and I’m sorry it took me this long to write out but I wanted to make it as good as possible for you <3

Also thank you so much for the compliment on my writing that truly means so much.

Anywho I’ll shut up now, I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy the story!

REQUESTS OPEN

(please read my “I do NOT write” section before sending in anything <3)

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You moved to Santa Carla at the beginning of spring, focusing on better job opportunities and using it as an excuse to explore a new place away from the south. Living in Georgia could be tiring, seeing the same thing over and over again, looking at the same buildings, driving through the same towns. Sure it was where you grew up, but it was slowly feeling less like a home. So the second you saw the opportunity to leave and live somewhere else, you took it. There were things to do, people to meet, interesting jobs that actually appealed to you.

It was nearing winter now. Sure you missed the yellowing leaves and crisp fall air that could hang around until noon. That was a sacrifice you were willing to make though, if it meant you could continue to work on the boardwalk right next to the beach. Where it was lively and something new was happening every night, keeping you interested.

You leaned over the railing, looking out at the sparkling water and over to the live concert that had packed the beach for the night. Your shift at the boardwalk’s thrift store had just ended, giving you time to catch the last song that the opening band was playing.

Arms encircled around your waist, making you snap out of your music induced daze. “Hey there sweet thing.” Paul muttered against the shell of your ear before nuzzling his nose against your neck.

The rest of the boys slowly joined, caging both you and Paul in as they looked down at the beach to the show that was still going on. David leaned his back against the railing and looked at you, winking with a cigarette burning between his lips where one corner of his lips turned upwards in a smirk. You gave him a sweet smile, pulling Paul’s arms tighter around your waist.

“Y’all are a little late tonight.” You mused, looking at Marko who leaned forward against the railing with his arms. Paul squeezed you a little tighter with a soft chuckle brushing against your ear. The boys all had a smile on their lips when they heard you talk.

You had met the boys not even a week after you had touched down in the bustling city. The four bikers, clad in leather with cocky attitudes radiating off of them staring you down. They could probably tell you were new in town, seeing how your doe eyes would stare at the boardwalk attractions in amazement. After all, the only times you had actually been any amusement parks in Georgia was when they’d open up seasonally. Even then it was rare since at the time you had a busy job to keep up with and sometimes it would get too humid to bother going anyway. Your innocent curiosity of a new location drew them in, putting up a front that they could show you around some time. After all, it was uncommon for a southerner to grace Santa Carla with their presence, so color them curious.

The boys had always assumed that people from the south tended to keep to themselves in their small towns, going to church, and gripping their racial biases tight. Plus, it had also been well over four decades since they’d been to the south, their last visit being less than stellar. So when they first met you they were weary, not knowing exactly what was in store and what direction the conversation was going to go, and if you would end up being food by the end of the night.

Luckily for all of you the conversation had actually gone very well, and the thrift store slowly started to become a spot they would drop by more frequently. They found you adorable, the accent and the way you talked, it was all just so different from what they were used to. Not long into knowing you, they started inviting you out with them, wanting to actually get to know you past where you were from and where you worked. From there your relationship blossomed into what it was now.

“Had to get a little snack before dropping by.” Marko smirked, poking Paul’s bicep “Someone had the stomach rumbles bad.”

“Ugh stop.” Paul groaned “I was hungry.”

“Well maybe you should have eaten more last night.” Dwayne chuckled softly, bumping his shoulder with Paul’s teasingly.

“I tried!” Paul argued “Michael was being a total blood hog!” All the boys collectively sent a silencing ‘shut up’ glare to the rowdy blonde.

You chuckled softly “Well next time you just gotta butt his ass out of the way.”

It was a whole two months into knowing the boys before their little fanged secret was revealed. Granted it was by accident but whatever.

It had been getting close to nightfall by the time you walked into the cave unannounced, planning on surprising them. But they were nowhere to be found so you decided to wait it out on the couch, mindlessly flipping through an old comic from Marko’s stash. When the sun had finally dropped behind the water, the boys all came flying out of a hole at the top of the cave flying in circles around the ceiling whooping and hollering, playfully chasing each other before hearing you gasp.

The conversation you all had after that lasted all night. David tried insisting that you had to turn now that you knew, while Dwayne and Marko protested, knowing that they no longer had to enforce that rule with Max being dead. Either way, six months later and it was safe to say you knew pretty much everything when it came to their lives as vampires.

From then on things had been pretty smooth sailing.

Well until recently.

Of course you knew the boys weren’t perfect, they did in fact kill people for food, so you weren’t exactly expecting to have boyfriend’s sent down from god himself. But by being with them it made you notice some things about yourself that you never really did before. Sure you knew they probably meant well, but picking at the way you said things made you feel a little insecure, in fact you were growing to dislike your accent because of it. And as a result you started to change your speech and the way you talked. The lingering thought of ‘maybe they’ll be happier like this’ in the back of your head just kept chewing away, and as a way to not come off as weak, you remained silent about the problem you had with their teasing.

If they noticed they never said anything. Not commenting on the way your speech smoothed out into something you assumed they would find more tolerable. At first you had done it just as an experiment to see if you could even do it without them noticing. Which, to you, had seemed to be the case.

Seemed to be.

Little did you know they were a lot more observant than you gave them credit for. Especially David. He had been the first to notice how you were using some words less and less, you had seemed closed off from them in general. The other boys slowly started to realize it too, noticing the almost subtle way your accent seemed to just go away after months of them hearing it. It was confusing to say the least.

Some of them- mainly Paul- had chalked it up to being around them for so long, but they knew that wasn’t the case. If it were, Dwayne’s own accent would have been long gone by now.

“Is something wrong?” David chimed out of nowhere, blowing smoke towards the stars. All eyes turned to him and you furrowed your brows in, confused. “You’re suppressing your accent. Why?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, not having expected this conversation so soon “Um… I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You tried playing dumb, hoping he would just drop the subject. But this was David and you knew that was very unlikely.

He let out a deep chuckle before sliding himself in front of you, blocking out your view of the show on the beach, and trapping you between himself and Paul. He lifted your chin with his thumb and index finger, the leather of his glove brushing against your bottom lip softly, keeping your head in place so he could look into your eyes. You felt like he was staring into your soul, reading you, attempting to pry the secrets from your brain.

“Don’t lie sweetheart.” He tilted his head, challenging you to argue back “I’ve been around for a long, long time. It’s not hard to notice a change as simple as an accent. Especially when it comes to our mate.”

Mate. This was the first time you heard him actually use the word himself. It made your heart pick up pace in your chest, and you were sure they could all hear it. He brought himself closer, not exactly caring about the public’s prying eyes at your current predicament. He cupped your jaw and brought his face closer to yours, your noses brushing against each other before he teasingly kissed the corner of your mouth. He was toying with you, making you drop your guard.

“Answer the question baby.” Paul whispered against the shell of your ear, making you shiver.

Marko and Dwayne were both leaning on the railing on either side of the three of you, looking out at the ocean as if this wasn’t even happening. Well, with the occasional side eye in your direction.

David pulled away, and you subconsciously chased after him, seeking more contact. You let out a quiet whine, glaring at him as he took yet another drag from his cigarette.

“Well?”

“Fuck- Okay fine.” You mutter in defeat, no longer seeing a use in trying to fight them when they already suspected the truth. “I didn’t want to say anythin’, I mean it’s really not anything to get worked up over. It’s just that I’m tired of being teased for how I say stuff.” The accent slowly melded into your words, slight slip ups that had been harder to tame with the little time you’ve been training yourself to speak more ‘correctly’. “So uh- I thought I’d try and talk a little more normally.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Dwayne asked, his attention now fully on you.

You shrugged, slightly embarrassed “I don’t know. I mean it wasn’t your problem, and I thought it might be a little less annoying to hear me talk, y’know like-”

“Like Paul?” Marko interrupted, receiving a punch in the shoulder from the wild haired blonde.

Paul shook his head softly like a disappointed parent “No cool man.”

A laugh left your lips, glad that they were being at least a little light hearted about it. “No. I guess I just kinda assumed you guys didn’t like it. So I just thought- well you know.”

The conversation went silent, all of them staring at you before looking at each other. Dwayne was the first to crack from his stony expression and smile at you, his cool hand coming to smooth over your warm cheek. He caressed your skin gently with his thumb, silently admiring you for a second.

“All you had to do was talk to us. I could’ve told Paul and Marko to shut the hell up for you.” He joked, making you smile with him before laughing. “You don’t have to change yourself to please us. That’s not something we expect from you.”

Paul let go of you, spinning you around and catching you before you tripped over your own feet. “Yeah! You could have totally said something! You’re not gonna hurt our feelings or anything babe.” He brought you to his chest, giving your cheek an overly wet kiss, trying his best to lighten your mood. David’s hand smoothed up from your shoulder blade to your shoulder, the cool leather welcome against the heat on your neck. He brought himself closer, trapping you against himself and Paul once again, if not bringing himself closer this time.

Marko smirked at the way your eyes clouded over slightly, “Yeah I mean… If anything I think it’s kinda hot.” He said, tracing the lapel of the leather jacket you wore, twirling the dark purple squid lures he had gifted you around his index finger. His eyes were lidded when he looked at you, a cocky smirk on his lips.

You wanted so badly to tell him to fuck off, but oddly enough the reassurance did help. Realizing that you in fact did not have to change in order to please them, and that’s not what they wanted from you was like a breath of fresh air. It lifted a weight from your shoulders and you were thankful for it, leaving you wishing you had said something sooner. You loved them, and while being in Santa Carla was a huge change in your life, you wouldn’t want to experience it with anyone else other than them.

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sweetfuse · 3 years

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God Only Knows What I’d Be Without You

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Rating: Teen & Up

Words: 3,521

Former high school sweethearts Mulder and Scully have a chance encounter almost 20 years later

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Sometimes he still thought about her. Not too often, but often enough that he allowed himself to wonder, to ponder all the “what-ifs”. Maybe, if they stayed together, he wouldn’t feel so damn lost.

Being back in the Vineyard was something new enough. D.C. hadn’t worked out, not the way he’d wanted it to, and there was something kind of comforting about the house he grew up in. Still, he felt lost. Imagining where his life would be now if he’d just said something different, or done something different was a constant pastime for him. If he'd just changed one thing, where would he be now?

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Dana hadn’t been back to Massachusetts in, oh, how long had it been? Two years? Her parents had moved to Florida, Missy to Washington state and her younger brother Charlie had landed some big finance job in New York. Bill and his wife were the only ones who had stayed. He’d called her last month to announce the birth of his third child, a baby girl. She was sorry that she wasn't able to be there sooner, that she couldn’t get away to fly out when the baby was born. Better late than never, she figured as she packed a wrapped baby gift in her suitcase.

…

Mulder was starting to regret that he had grabbed such a small basket. That old adage about never going shopping while hungry was proving true as he continued to stuff more and more frozen dinners into the already full basket. Heading to the front for checkout, he noticed a woman, petite, standing on her tiptoes with arms straining to reach a can of formula. “You need some help?” he offered.

“Mulder?” When the woman turned, smiling awkwardly at him, he was flooded with emotions. Scully. He hadn’t seen her in what, almost twenty years? Had it been that long? It sure didn’t feel like it. He could remember it all like it was yesterday. “Scully!,” he said, a little too loud, “You come here often?” He grimaced at his own horrible joke, but she let out a soft, genuine chuckle anyway. That was him alright. “I’m just here visiting. Bill and Tara just welcomed a new baby last month. I’m the only one in the family who hasn’t met her yet. I hear that she’s adorable though. Well, I know she is. They’ve sent me a ton of pictures and-“ She was rambling. Shut up, Dana, shut up! “Anyway, I was just here to get a few things for them. Baby formula and uh, chocolate, I think it was? But as you can see,” she gestured up at the baby formula. “I can.” He smiled at her and set his basket down before easily reaching up and swiping a tin down from the top shelf. “So, uh, how ya been?” He tried to smile but it didn’t seem right. Had he forgotten how? “Good. I’ve, um, I’ve been good. You?” She was rocking back and forth on her heels, fingers fiddling with the hem of her blouse.

...

When she noticed that the car parked next to hers in the lot had a SETI sticker on the back windshield, and another sticker proudly proclaiming “MY OTHER CAR IS A UFO” on the bumper, she smiled to herself. There was only one person she could think of who would drive something so ridiculous. Just when she turned around, she was met with a familiar face. “Ah, and just when I thought I’d finally escaped you!” “Shut up, Mulder.” She laughed, showing a more genuine smile this time. He could never forget that smile. Taking their second encounter of the day as some sort of sign, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and cast her gaze down at the asphalt. She spoke slowly, deliberately. “Mulder, would you like to grab some lunch?” “Why, Scully, how forward! I thought you’d never ask.”

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The diner was the same. The plate of fries, the glass of iced tea, the decor, the menus -- even the company he kept today were all the same. He could remember them coming here all the time when they were younger. After sports games, before and after prom, for lunch on weekends, anytime they wanted something to eat, it seemed. “So, Mulder, what brings you back to the Vineyard?” she asked, stuffing a fry into her mouth. He had been expecting her to ask, he just didn’t want to answer. “Just, uh…just visiting. Just wanted to see the house before we sold it.” This was a lie, Scully could tell. Still, though, he would tell her in due time, just like he used to.

Eating lunch with Dana Scully was like some sort of dream. He had wondered what it would be like, almost two decades later, to be with her, spend time together like they used to. She smirked at him from across the table, and he was suddenly struck by a vision of her, of how she was then, being swallowed by an oversized Smiths t-shirt, eyes wide and playful, looking at him from across the booth. She had changed, sure, opting to wear clothes that fit her and had since grown into her babyface. That look, though. He would still do anything for her as if he were the same sweaty-palmed teenager, head over heels in love.

The waiter came over to hand them their checks. "Fox? Dana?" A tall, stocky bald man stood before them, eyes wide in surprise behind his wireframe glasses. "Skinman?" the two said, almost in unison. They had been such frequent customers in the past that they were on a nickname basis with the owner. "I always told you not to call me that! It’s Skinner," he groaned, though any annoyance he felt quickly faded back into a huge grin. "The two of you are still together, right? Mr. and Mrs. Mulder?" Scully surprised everyone by reaching across the table and grabbing Mulder's hand. "That's Mr. and Mrs. Spooky to you." She smiled at Mulder, silently telling him to play along. "Congratulations! How many years has it been?" Mulder took the lead this time. "It'll be fifteen years tomorrow, actually! We got married on Lake Okoboji. She'd always wanted to go. Spent our honeymoon driving around the country to different UFO hotspots. Can you believe Dana is still into all that crap?" He laughed, proud of his lie. Scully glared at him and threw a fry at his head. “Treat your wife right or I’ll charge you double, Mr. Spooky,” Skinner said, winking at Scully.

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“I have to get back to Bill and Tara soon but--” Scully said, lingering next to the entrance of the diner. “No! Of course! I’m sorry I kept you so long. I’m sure the baby is getting hungry.” She lingered next to him, a bag of groceries in one hand. This was surreal, almost, like some kind of dream sequence. He even smelled the same. “Can I stop by your house first? If that’s okay, I mean. Since you said you were going to sell it and all. I’d just like to see it one last time.”

…

The house was just like she remembered it being. The (now peeling) paint was the same, the furniture, everything. It smelled the same, too, like Mulder. She hadn’t been there since she’d broken up with him. Pushing the memory down, she allowed herself to go deeper into the house. Kitchen, living room, dining room, before stopping at the door to his room. “May I?” she asked. “Sure. It’s the same as it was when I left. My mom left it as it was and I haven’t really been through any of it yet.” He hadn’t been joking. “You still have the magic eye poster?!,” she laughed. She was sure she had spent hours as a teen staring at it as they lazed around in his bed. “This whole room is like a time capsule, huh Scully?” He poked his head in the door and pulled a few sunflower seeds from his pocket. Great, she thought, he still eats those, too. She traced her hands over spines on the bookcase next to his bed, taking note of the dusty magazines and hand-labeled VHS tapes. “Hey, hey! Don’t look too closely at those!” he rushed over to try to pull her away. She picked up one of the tapes — Busty Blondes BJ Bonanza. Classy.

She'd found his keepsake box in his closet and was leafing through notes -- drawings his sister had done, an old class schedule from high school, a photograph of the two of them. They'd looked so young, him with his shaggy hair and giant headphones around his neck, her with her long auburn hair braided in two pigtails with over-sized glasses, Mulder's arm wrapped protectively around her middle. She found another picture with him in a tux and her in a handmade mint green prom dress with an a-line skirt falling a few inches below her knees, both smiling widely with eyes sparkling. Next was a slip of paper with the words, "Call me, Spooky," with a heart and her old home phone number written neatly next to it. She couldn't believe he had kept the note she'd slipped him in the cafeteria in 10th grade. She was about to say something when she heard her phone ring. She glanced at the screen for a moment. “I have to take this, sorry!” she apologized as she hurried out of the room. He could hear her out in the hall.

Hey, Ethan! How are you? I’m doing okay. I’m sorry I forgot to call, I went to the store to pick up some things for Bill and Tara and I ran into someone. Oh, just an old friend. Just, uh, just a girl I went to high school with is all. We got caught up talking and I guess I just got distracted. Yes, yes, sorry. No, no, I love you too. Goodbye.

She walked back into the room, smiling as though nothing had happened. “Sorry, Bill called. He was wondering where I was.” Two lies, he noted. Lying to him and to whoever Ethan was. Mulder flopped onto his bed. “Put some music on, Scully! I’m sure there’s some great stuff in there.” “What are you in the mood for, Mulder? Looks like you’ve got a little Paul Simon, The Cure…The Waitresses? Dear God, Mulder, this room makes me feel old.” She picked up an LP and took out the worn record, remembering how many times they must’ve played Thirteen by Big Star and how many times Mulder had quoted the lyrics to her. “Don’t be silly, Scully! You don’t look a day over…,” he took a moment to count on his fingers, “thirty-five!” he finished, triumphant over figuring out her age. She glared at him as she put the record on to play and he gave her a cheesy fake grin in return. She snorted and affection swelled in his chest, thrilled that he could make her laugh the same as he used to. He had to stop the urge to kiss her. She fell onto the bed next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. He drew a sharp breath before asking, “Scully? Who is Ethan?”

She didn’t seem disturbed that she was caught in a lie, instead opting to remain where she was, still leaned against him. “Oh, you heard? Sorry. He’s my, uh, he’s my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for a couple years now. He actually proposed to me the day before I left.” “Oh, congratulations. When’s the wedding?” He did his best to mask the disappointment he felt. “I didn’t say yes. I didn’t say anything, really. I said I wanted to think about it.” “You hadn’t thought about it before?” “No, I guess I hadn’t. We moved in together last fall and things have been…they’re good. They’re, um, they’re really good. I have no reason to say no, but….” “You have no reason to say yes, either?” “Something like that.” She smiled sadly. He understood her. The understanding and compassion he showed her then felt unparalleled to anything Ethan or any other man she’d been with had ever shown her. “I just feel like maybe he’s as good as I’m going to get, you know? I’m thirty-five. He’s nice, handsome, has a good job. He loves me. That should be enough.” “But it isn’t, is it?” She only shook her head in response.

Scully stood suddenly as if trying to break free from the feeling of discontent. She started rooting through his closet and pulled out a sweatshirt and pulled it on over her clothes. “I remember wearing this when we used to ride our bikes down to the beach. Remember the night we built a fire and ended up falling asleep and how worried my mom was? I was wearing this then, too.” Mulder was surprised to hear that she remembered just as much, if not more, about their time together than he did. Truth be told, in her time with Ethan, time with Jack, time with other men who had left her unfulfilled, she would think back on summers spent with Mulder eating ice cream on the pier or exchanging gifts at Christmastime or going to the prom. Rationally, logically, she knew this was nostalgia and that everything she remembered was tinted with a rosy hue. Statistically speaking, high school relationships don’t last. The odds of finding your soulmate at sixteen are slim to none. If she hadn’t ended things with him then, they would’ve surely broken up for another reason, right? But nothing beats the magic of first love.

“Mulder?” Her voice was soft, quiet. “I wish I could go back and live it all again.”

“Scully?” “Yeah, Mulder?” “I love you.”

She buried her face in his chest for a moment and allowed him to hold her. Holy shit, holy shit. Mulder wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not. “I want to go down to the beach,” she said. “I haven’t been to the beach in years.”

The night air was cool and crisp and the water was calm. Scully hiked up her skirt and waded in the sea, laughing and waving at Mulder as he watched from a blanket a few feet away. She seemed so young still, like the same person she was back then. Mulder watched her and felt young again, too. She came up and laid down next to him and rested her head on his chest. He moved to put his arm around her and rubbed small circles into her shoulder with his thumb. “I don’t know how I’m going to explain this to Bill. I think he still hates you. Remember when you got into a fistfight at Thanksgiving?” She laughed at the memory. “Hey! He threw the first punch, and all I did was defend myself. I stand by that!” “You had that black eye for a month! I couldn’t take you anywhere, Mulder!” She was all smiles and laughter until suddenly her face turned somber.

“Do you think I made a mistake? Nothing feels the same as it did with you. Every other relationship has felt empty.” She remembered how small she felt all those years ago when she told him she was leaving him. Mulder shook his head. “You did what you thought was right at the time. I know what you mean though. I feel like I’ve been searching for it this whole time, whatever it was we had. I think you’re the only person who’s ever really seen me.” “Mulder?” “Yeah?” “Can I kiss you?” He said nothing and stayed stock still, staring at her with wide eyes. She nodded. “I mean it.” He didn’t answer, only moved in to kiss her first. He was slow, unsure at first. When she reciprocated he allowed himself to go in deeper, to savor it, to allow his hand to rest ever so lightly on her waist. When he finally pulled away, he laughed. “What’s so funny, Mulder?” His laughter was infectious. “Remember our first kiss? When I dragged you out here to watch for UFOs?” She nodded. “I lied about expecting to see UFOs though. I just couldn’t think of a better date than arguing with you about aliens.” “You wouldn’t’ve seen anything anyway," she protested. "You were too busy staring at me.”

“You’re more spectacular than any UFO I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s only because you haven’t seen any.” She playfully punched his arm and he grinned. “Mulder? I think that-” She was interrupted by her phone ringing. “Ethan?” Mulder asked, disappointment audible. “No, no,” she said, “it’s Bill. I think I need to go. I think that I might do something I’ll regret if I stay.” She rushed to her feet and turned towards the house. It was already dark and she was starting to get herself in trouble. He grabbed at the hem of her skirt. “Scully, wait. I want to say something.” “Mulder, I don’t think—“ “Scully, I love you.” “Mulder, that isn't true.” “Yes, Scully, it is! I always have. It’s always been you.” “That’s not true. You haven’t seen me in almost twenty years, Mulder! You don’t know me anymore. You haven’t known me since I was 17. You haven’t known me since I left. Do you have any idea how much I’ve been through, how much I’ve changed? You don’t, Mulder!” Her voice was soft and shaking, despite the power of her words.

She was right, he couldn’t refute it.

“Why did you come here then, Scully? Just to jerk me around?” His voice was pleading. She sat back down next to him. “No, Mulder. I was happy to see you. I still think about you. But that’s just how brains and memories work. I’m only remembering the good parts. If I still love you, it is only the idea of you as you were then.” She was always so damn rational, always scared to show her emotions, less God forbid someone mistook them as a sign of weakness. That much clearly hadn’t changed. Still, though, she had always been unusually open with him and it seemed that she still was. Some things don’t change, he figured. “You’re the only one I’ve told,” she said. “About what?” “About Ethan. I haven’t even told anyone he proposed. I just feel like it’ll be too embarrassing if I turn him down later. My family loves him, my friends love him. Everyone loves him but me.” “Well, I guess I gotta make it even then, Scully.” “What do you mean?” “Back in D.C. I had a girlfriend. A fiancee, actually. Diana. My mother gave me a family heirloom to propose with. She was saving it for Samantha but I guess since she’s not here she figured I was the next best thing. Turns out, she was having an affair with a guy from my work, of all places. Came home early one day and caught them. It’s crazy, you know? I’m way more handsome than that guy. He had some stupid ass haircut and the most punchable face I’d ever seen. Like, what did that guy have that I didn’t? But he had Diana.” “Mulder, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize.” “Don’t apologize, Scully. Better it happened before we tied the knot, right? Plus I was able to get most of my deposits back so all's well that ends well I guess.” He still had that carefree attitude. “Come on, Scully, I’ll take you back to your car. Bill and Tara are waiting.” He took her hand and led her back to the house.

...

“Mulder, thank you for tonight. You’ve given me a lot to think about. I’m sorry about...” She fished her keys out of her purse to unlock her car. “Don’t marry him, Scully. Don’t marry him if you aren’t sure.” “Well, Mulder, there��s nothing he has that you don’t.” She gave him a playful smile and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek before getting in her car and driving off, leaving him there, stunned.

He had a lot on his mind as he trotted back to the house. He thought about her, about Diana, about himself, about where he was going. He spent the whole walk home in a daze that was only broken by a blaring car horn and an angry driver yelling at him to watch where the fuck he’s going. He unlocked the front door and made his way to the bedroom where he returned the forgotten record to the sleeve before noticing a slip of paper sticking out where she’d taken the record out hours ago. She’d always done that, marking the place where she’d taken an LP out in an effort to keep things organized. He grabbed at the slip of paper and started to crumple it up before he noticed something written on it.

“Call me, Spooky” in the same neat print and a new phone number with a heart next to it.

#todayinfic #x files fanfic #the x files #msr #oakie dokie #SORRY MY WRITING IS BAD PLEASE FORGIVE ME

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m00nlitknight · 4 years

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Hello. I really like your previous works. Can I make request, please? Reader's been in relationship with whole gang for a couple of months. Everything was ok but Henry got jealous and started to ruin her relationship with rest of the gang distancing her from them.

ofc!! ✨ i don’t know if im really happy where i left off with this, so if you’re interested i could potentially make a part two? i’m pretty happy with some parts of it ngl, but that might be my 4am brain talking lol;;

warnings: usages of slurs / degrading terms ( light, but still present ). mentions of frick fracking. possessive behavior. none else to really talk about. pairing: poly!bowers gang x reader / henry bowers x reader extra ( edit ): feel free to look through my masterlist for other bower’s gang/reader works, and have a fantastic day!

vindictive.

The relationship with the infamous Bowers’ Gang began in what you could only describe as a fictional scenario. You’d always been known as one of the kindest individuals in your classes, a large soul and absolutely heart-warming and dazzling smile. The reputation, though humbling on the darkest of evenings, felt strenuous to keep up. It was suffocating, sometimes, when you wanted nothing more than to fade in the scenery, or to say no to a request from someone. Being the school doormat gave you an easy pass to adoration, but a hard road to doing whatever anyone wanted.

That’s what confused you about the sudden interest of the gang. Sure, you had been paired up once or twice with them for class projects, shouldered the entirety of the workload; but everytime they hardly batted an eye your way. Except for Vic, but he always seemed to be a bit more socially adept then the other three. So it was only fitting that the initial interest came from him, one day after your shared class he approached you, and asked if you’d ever want to hang out.

Obviously, you said yes, and reaped the immediate consequences. Practically the next day after his query, people began to look at and treat you differently. No longer was there an affectionate warmth in their gaze, reserved exclusively for you, instead replaced with a brief flash of fear before morphing into a bout of confusion for how to tread the situation. You didn’t mind it, or at least on the surface you didn’t. The validation found in your peers suddenly being ripped from your grasp was a bit whiplash inducing, not that you could really do anything about it.

The initial hangout, which you look back at fondly as your first actual date, was a casually dressed affair. He took you to get milkshakes, which you indulged in the city’s center and poked fun at the Paul Bunyan statue, then took you to go thrift shopping. It was that day you’d found your new favorite sweater, called ‘hideous’ on many occasions by the likes of your mother and peers, and a cute denim skirt.

It didn’t take long for Henry himself to nearly shoehorn himself into your relationship with Vic, apparently prompting Belch to ambush the two of you on your second date. The Trans-Am’s engine was unbearably loud, coming up behind the two of you holding hands as Henry hollered something you couldn’t quite make out.

Five months down the line, and half-way through Junior year, a heartfelt outpour from the entire gang; and suddenly you’d become the apple of all of their eyes, so to speak. Most of the time, your interactions were soft with all the boys, cuddled up with them all -- your personal favorite being Belch, he knew just the position for you to be putty in your hands; Patrick on the other hand did everything in his power to make you squirm while in his grasp. He’d simply cackle at your protests of his wandering hands, then proceed to mock the tone of your voice.

Though, from the sidelines, you were mostly able to ignore the fiery glares thrown by Henry. No matter how much attention you gave him, how many times you’d let him leave unsolicited hickies on your neck in plain sight to be hidden from your mother, or held him after a rough night.

He’d never said thank you or praised you for anything, which left you devoid of where you stood with him. If he hated you, would you even be around the other three? Wouldn’t he have been completely blunt and outright with it? The creeping worry manifesting itself in your gut grew with time, and with time you began to give him more of your attention to try and sedate it.

Inside the labyrinth of his mind, Henry’s opinion of you began as negative -- the ambushing of your and Vic’s date was a stunt to try and drive you away from the gang in entirety. But you just came the fuck back. Loyalty was written all over your features, as was inexperience. With time, the faint flame of interest that licked the recesses of his mind fanned themselves into a stronger blaze, and suddenly the shared attention you had been giving the gang was like gasoline.

He played himself off as distant, instead replying to the work you put in with brief hand holds or an arm thrown around your shoulders to show possessiveness around school. Being calculating obviously wasn’t his thing, nor was being patient.

He took your first kiss, and one of his first, one night while alone with you, the second month into the relationship. Pussyfooting around the more carnal aspects of a relationship wasn’t something he typically found himself doing, but he knew that Vic or Belch would have his head if he rushed things too fast. In the end, though, it drove him to wanting more.

Physical affection was kept behind closed doors, and he couldn’t be sure that your intimacy was only reserved for him, considering you never sported any other markings or called out the name of any of the other members while you were with him. It inflated his ego to astronomical levels, and it killed him that he couldn’t flaunt it in his friend’s faces.

Regardless, he wanted you to himself and himself alone.

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“Good morning!” your voice cut through the mid-morning drowsiness of the boys sitting in the parked Trans-Am on the curb in front of your home with steely sharpness, but a welcome smile finds its way onto Belch’s face.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he says from the driver’s seat. “Hop in.”

“Can do!” your morning pep leads to a foot on the tire and hauling yourself into the car by means of the roof, and plopping directly in Patrick’s lap - eliciting a hearty grunt and smirk from the boy.

“You’re awfully full of life this morning, feels shameful to waste this energy on something so innocent as breakfast,” he all but purrs as he tugs you further into his grasp while the car lurches forward and en route to the typical Saturday-morning hangout spot.

“Ew, Pat,” Vic cringes over to his friend and you, true malicious intent absent. “It’s fucking brunch time, let ‘em wake up first, will you?”

His question is answered by a cheeky nip to your neck, causing you to squeal.

In the front seat, Henry broods silently. On the radio plays one of Belch’s cassettes which goes unlistened, and a favorite of his; ...And Justice for All by Metallica. The playful tone of your voice and Patrick’s advancements manage to leave a sour taste in his mouth, even though he made the extra effort to brush his teeth this morning.

The meal goes relatively uneventful, though your wandering eyes, half-lidded and vixen-esque, irritate him further. Vic has an arm around your waist, and Belch holding an unoccupied hand under the table. If he’d thought any better, Patrick was all but devouring you from across the table. It was an affection-filled scene, which made the poor diner waitress visibly uncomfortable.

After breakfast, Belch drops both you and Henry off at your home, currently unoccupied by your mother who has work. “Bye, we’ll be seeing you guys later!”

“Henry, be nice to ‘em, will ya?” Belch booms from the window, around Patrick climbing into the front seat like an animal.

His request is met with a smirk from Henry, who pulls you into a passionate but short kiss in front of the trio. “As nice as I can be.”

It leaves you immediately flustered and giggling as you’re pulled into your own home and leaving the other three in a vague state of confusion. The engine faded away in the distance as you moved toward your house, a mess of giggles, flushed cheeks, and a downcasted gaze. Henry’s smirk is short-lived as his expression shifts back to neutrality. He watches you walk through the door and shift to the side to take off your shoes, opting to keep his own on. The brief and blissful silence is broken by his voice, laced with the undeniable edge of his ire. “Who’s your favorite?”

The question hangs in the air, souring the atmosphere directly as it leaves his mouth. You freeze at the words, mid finangling your shoe off as you turn to look at him with a confused, and slightly hurt, expression. “Huh?”

“Don’t play fuckin’ stupid. Who’s your favorite?” He takes a step towards you, which you subconsciously shrink back from.

“I-I don’t have one?”

“God, maybe y’are fuckin’ stupid. There’s four of us and y’mean t’tell me not ‘a one of us sticks out more than the others?”

A blush spreads across your features, an involuntary testament to your unease and outright lie. Your eyes dart to look anywhere but him as your body betrays you, petrified in intimidation. “You,” murmur with a gentle voice and laced with a lack of thinking.

He leans down to your mouth, quickly overtaking your personal space and invading your nostrils with his scent -- cheap body spray and masculinity. It’s nearly intoxicating. “What was that?”

“You,” an utterance with little more force, the action of taking a lungful of air simply too strenuous.

“Mind tellin’ me why I feel the least love then?”

You almost want to deflate at it, even if the hands wrapping around your shoulder feel like nothing short of a tender moment. All the time you’d spent with him, all that you’d given to him, and he still felt overshadowed?

“I…”

“Or, is it jus’ that you’re an attention-seeking slut?” The words cut deeper then he’s capable of understanding, and the sick smile curling onto his lips and the whispered tone feel vastly different then what he’s actually saying.

You’re rendered speechless as he takes you closer to the couch, dragging you into a straddling position on him. “Show me what I was missin’ at brunchfast then, huh?”

Wide-eyed and bashful you stare. What are you even supposed to do? He leans into you, peppering your throat with kisses while his hands wander up and down your sides. Instinctively, your hands move to run through his hair and he nearly purrs at the contact and looks up at you with an intense, baby-blue gaze.

“Who’s your favorite?”

“You,” sighed out as he starts sucking on your neck and rubbing at your hips.

“Say it,” a rough voice reverbs through him from his chest, and he relishes in the affection of your gentle hands. You’re his. His.

“You’re my favorite, Henry,” your voice tightens when he starts to suck on your collarbone.

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He’d managed to cut your afterglow short in the early evening, badgering you to call Belch and tell him not to drive you to school for the next week. You did it, albeit with a bit of confusion, and feeling vague sadness when Belch’s tone took a nose-dive into disappointment when the subject of the call was revealed. For the next week, you couldn’t look any of the gang in the eye, instead taking to marinate in your own shame and blatantly avoid them.

#henry bowers x reader #it 2017 #it 2017 fanfiction #reader insert #henry bowers imagine #henry bowers #bowers gang x reader #bowers gang imagine #poly bowers gang #belch huggins x reader #vic criss x reader #patrick hockstetter x reader #writing.txt #i hope this is ok! thank u for the req :')#Anonymous

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knives-out20 · 3 years

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Conversation Pits Of Fate - Bobby & The Buddies

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairings: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, DeepSpace,

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, Flirting, What is going ON, Still no collar kink I swear to god yall what the fuck, Please send help,

Notes: yehhhebhehehe.

Bobby, his Buddies, Cliff, Dolly, and of course the members of KISS were scattered around his home during one of their (now usual) hangouts.

The men of KISS were all still in their makeup (some still in costume), being that they didn’t want to take it off after soundcheck.

Deep and Ace happened to be alone in Bobby’s conversation pit.

Deep leaned back in his seat, arms propped up onto the head cushions. “Penelope told me that Gene told her you showed up to your audition in two different coloured sneakers. That right?”

Ace sighed in reminisce, nodding to confirm. “One orange, one red. I was poor as hell, man. I dropped by with my best friend Chris, Paul ‘n’ Gene liked what they heard, and boom. Space Ace.”

Deep hummed in reply.

“I also actually came up with our logo.”

“For real?”

“Yea, dude” Ace scooted closer to Deep, black lips pulled into a smile.

Deep dropped his arm- the one closer to Ace- and cleared his throat. “Y’know, for the Buddies, we were all friends with Bobby prior to the band’s formation. Bobby was just like ‘what if we started a band?’ and we all kinda went along with it.”

“Yea, that sounds better than starting a band with complete strangers. At least they didn’t jump me” Ace joked.

Deep chuckled, “yea. Penny, Benji and I are hella lucky we’re able to juggle our comedy trio work with the band, or else all hell would break loose” he told, eyes tracing the outlines of the silver stars Ace would put around his eyes.

Ace reached out, lightly pinching Derek’s cheek. “Look at you doing little funny acts with your brother ‘n’ sister,” he teased, “adorable.”

“Man-” Deep scoffed, swatting Ace’s hand away. “Buzz off.”

Ace imitated bee-like buzzing noises, pulling his arm away. “How long you been doin’ this for, anyway?”

“Since we were, like, around your age.”

“You make yourself sound so much older than me, shut the hell up” Ace chortled. “Cliff’s the oldest one we got, relax.”

Deep shrugged, exhaling through his nose. “As you wish.”

Ace tilted his head, his gaze on Deep interested and, well, deep. “Sight for sore eyes, y’know that?”

“What is?”

“You, dipshit.”

Deep smiled, poking the inside of his tongue. “Funny, I could say the same about you.”

“But you’ve only ever seen me with this heavy makeup on.”

“I don’t believe I need to see you without makeup to know you’re a sight for sore eyes. Ace. Y’just are. No changin’ that, with or without makeup.”

Ace blinked, glancing away in embarrassment. “You’re making me blush” he mocked, waving his hand in a dismissive manner.

Deep shook his head. “There’s a reason why you’re the Spaceman, Ace.”

“Oh, yea? Why?” Ace raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. He had no idea what was coming.

“’Cause, Ace. You’re out of this world.”

Ace playfully shoved Deep, “last straw, Derek. Weirdo.”

“Says you.”

“You’re weird, though” Ace insisted, scooting even closer.

“You’re even moreso.”

“No, you are.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s you, Spacey” Deep raised his eyebrows. “Rats, who else could it be?”

“You!” Ace exclaimed his answer, drawing closer.

Deep sat in a way where he directly faced Ace, snorting. “Ace, you’re definitely one of the weirdest people I know. C’mon.”

“Funny, I could say the same about you” Ace whispered, winking at Deep.

Deep leaned back ever so slowly, rolling his eyes. “Copycat.”

“I’m not Peter, I’m afraid.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I’d rather you over Peter any day” Deep grinned.

Ace leaned closer, slowly getting Deep’s back against the pit seats. He looked down at Deep, smiling sweetly despite their situation and the air of it all.

Deep gulped, relaxing his body where he lay. “You’re weird for doing this.”

“You’re weird for letting it happen.”

“Is that homophobia?”

“So you’re saying this is inherently gay? Huh? Two guys can’t just chill in a buddy’s conversation pit like this?”

“Touche.” Deep nervously licked his lips. “But, you’re still weird.”

“Want in on a secret?” Ace inquired, glancing around the room; they were still alone. He leaned down, close to Deep’s face. “You’re still fucking weirder” Ace mumbled.

Deep sighed softly, looking up at Ace in automatic admiration.

Ace’s lips parted slightly, white teeth shining through from between his dark, and yet inviting, lips.

Silence.

Not tense, not awkward, but comfortable enough for neither Deep nor Ace to move. Just stare up/down at one another, tension creeping up their narrow backs.

Ace’s eyes flickered down to Deep’s long nose, possibly a bit further below.

But Deep didn’t follow Ace’s gaze, he kept his eyes on Ace’s eyes, locked in on the darkness of them. Beautiful and brown, he could stare at them all day.

Sometimes he can’t help it, especially with the way Ace’s painted silver stars frame them so perfectly. Ace’s eyes convey so many emotions, sometimes the man doesn’t need to speak to express how he feels.

And to Deep, those eyes were so, so, so beautiful.

Ace looked back at Deep’s eyes, creeping in closer.

And Deep let it happen, semi-involuntarily deceiving himself to look at Ace’s lips.

Ace came closer, Deep allowing it when their lips meet. His eyelids hid Deep’s favourite sight from view, but Deep didn’t mind because he did the same.

Deep’s hands rested at either side of his head, Ace holding one of them (he used his other hand to keep himself up properly).

Ace allowed himself to get lost in the moment, one possibly long overdue. He pressed himself against Deep gently, letting go of his hand. Ace hooked two fingers around the ring of Deep’s collar- the one Deep wore often, the one Ace loved so much- and used it to tug Deep closer, in order to deepen the kiss.

Deep grunted quietly, but couldn’t lie and say he didn’t like when Ace tugged him like that. But that’s for another day. Right now, he had to focus on the fact that he was kissing Ace fuckin’ Frehley.

Ace trailed two fingers up Deep’s leg and ghost around the hem of Deep’s skirt, but was able to hold himself back from trailing his hands up and under them like he told Deep he would. He pulled away, and instantly started giggling at the sight. “Derek, it looks like you took some weird cocaine and made out with some charcoal.”

Deep kissed his teeth, trailing his teeth with his tongue while he grinned up at Ace.

Ace let out a low whistle, leaning back in and kissing Ace again. “Damn you, Derek Sweeney” he muttered against Deep’s lips, tugging him closer by his collar ring again.

Peter pulled away from the crack in the door, silent as the night but sure as hell at what he just witnessed in that second. Swiftly, he crept down the hall and far way from the room Ace and Deep occupied. Peter figured he’d better keep this to himself. He didn’t talk much, anyway. But also, this entire matter is in Ace’s and Deep’s hands.

Surely they could handle that themselves.

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spadesinglasses · 4 years

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The Half of It (Movie)

omfg this movie is so great, and Netflix killed their trailer game once again.

there will be spoilers involved. So please if you’re on mobile, just scroll down if you don’t want any spoiler.

Okay where to start.

Let’s go first by saying that my thoughts of the trailer was this.

A simple movie about the straights being helped by the lesbian. I thought it will be a cute moment where wlw will help mister himbo get Aster. And the idea is nice, the guy that acted as Paul is adorable (im a gay man, sue me for seeing him first orz)

I really thought its going to be a soft and easy movie about friendship, about growing up and moving forward, of falling for the person your bestfriend loves and then moving on from that.

Then the movie dropped (I was late) and ooh boy.

I’m gay, mlm to be exact so my reaction to the movie may be different from a wlw but god this movie is great.

Ellie Chu is a persevering young lass in a small ass religious town. She looks like she works with sarcasm, and dry humor, and dead pan jokes which will surely bring the house down. She is smart, chaotic in her own way.

Paul Munsky is our glorified golden retriever of a person. He his a himbo, and no one can take that away from him and me. He’s a genuinely great person, ones to diversify the tradition his family have been going for, and is actually a nice guy. NOT a nice guy tm, but rather an actual nice guy.

Aster Flores, our girl in the middle of this pyramid. She is an unknown entity in this equation and we have no info about her, other than she is an artist and wants to kick Trig and the blondies away from her. We stan her.

The story revolves around these three, but mostly Ellie and Paul.

I want to say that i love the friendship that these two have. THIS IS THE KIND OF PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP THAT SHOULD EXIST MORE IN TEEN MOVIES. They don’t have any charged moment, or moments where you think they will kiss. THEY LITERALLY JUST VIBE. or sometimes Ellie schools Paul into becoming a better person.

AND IT WAS SO FUCKING COOL. Seeing Ellie help Paul talk to Aster. Seeing Paul LITERALLY GIVE ELLIE FASHION TIPS LIKE BRAH THAT IS SO PURE.

The only straight man we will save in KASM2020 is Paul Munsky. And some others maybe.

These two showed a side of friendship that isn’t fueled with romance before coming into a platonic warmth. It was friendship from the start til the end. They get one another. I am sure that Ellie was talking about Paul when she talked about losing the person that gets you.

In this household we root for Ellie and Aster, but I see Ellie’s relationship with Paul surviving way longer than what the future holds for Ellie and Aster.

I want what Ellie and Paul have, and it sucks.

Now, notable scenes to comment on.

EVERY SCENE OF PAPA CHU AND PAUL. These two are so fucking different from one another yet vibe cooly. Like braaaaah Paul will be a great son in lawwwww.

Papa Chu has been grieving for Mama Chu this whole time and Ellie just decided to be the adult at a young age to keep them all from falling apart. AND FUCK THAT HITS DIFFERENT.

Papa Chu deciding to spill his guts, even though i’m sure Paul did not understand a bit of it, was a move towards healing and honestly, i raise my fist to him in celebration. It’s about time.

Ellie never resented that about her father and that just shows how much Ellie cares for him.

And also dont lie, if we all have the change to be romantic in our heads with our crushes, i know y’all will do it. I don’t see what Ellie did to Aster as wrong, maybe idiotic yes, but evil? No, so i will fight those who will say it, because i can already feel it in my feelies.

I really thought that when Ellie spilled how to Paul about her feels about Aster, it was the scene where Paul will know and then helps Ellie and Aster to be together. THat was the part that gave me whiplash because i was expecting it so much only for it to not happen. So again, Kudos to who edited the Trailer for this movie.

I still don’t understand why on earth Paul decided to KISS Ellie after the sport thing. Maybe adrenaline? But that moment hit me like a truck. That was the moment where i was like “oh fuck this story is about putting someone in a pedestal and then falling for them, compare to knowing someone genuinely.”

Do i think that Paul is in love romantically with Ellie? No. Paul understands that Ellie is gay, and even though he was homophobic during that time (the forbidden yakult scene), he pulled through after it, researching what it is to be gay and then not being the person to hinder someone just because of it.

I can defend Paul because I know how he is, at least with how much the movie showed us, so I’m not bothered by it. But what I wish for would be a personal conversation between Ellie and Paul after that, and before the church scene.

I feel like there was a lack of continuation between those two. It seemed too sudden between all of the things.

Maybe Paul is just that progressive.

Anywho. I’m not sure what Aster is in terms of sexuality, or if she will have a future with Ellie. But honestly Ellie deserves to find her happiness in her college so I’m not really hoping for anything between these two.

I was very confused with Aster when she asked Ellie out to her favorite place, BUT it made sense when she said that deep down she knew, at the end of the movie. But it was really confusing how this girl just asked a person she haven’t spoken with, to her favorite place AND get undressed. Like girl is brave brave. Ellie is shooketh.

Overall, this movie is up there with the feel good movies. There was no homophobia in terms of violence, but there was a moment where Paul Munsky spewed religious garbage. But we forgive him for that because the next scene, he defends the lesbians. All hail our new Thor, defender of Lesbians.

This is a really great movie compare to “To all the boys” movie. I really hope that The Half of It gets a sequel with Ellie in College, and then maybe going back home to hang out with Aster and Paul.

#spoiler #spoilers #the half of it spoiler #the half of it #ellie chu #paul munsky #aster flores #netflix #glass thoughts

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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If You Ever Wanna Be In Love (I'll Come Around), Chapter Two (Branjie) - Athena2

Summary: After a mix-up at work leads to Vanessa pretending she has a wife, she uses this fake wife to get out of work events. But when she runs out of excuses and needs a wife for a party, Vanessa finds herself turning to Nina’s friend Brooke, who just so happens to need a fake girlfriend.

Previously: Brooke and Vanessa agreed to a fake dating arrangement Now: Brooke pretends to be Vanessa’s wife at a work dinner.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the amazing feedback for chapter 1! It really does mean so much to me that you enjoyed it and are excited for more! I hope you like this chapter and leave feedback if you’d like! Thank you so much to Writ for betaing, you’re the absolute best <3 <3 <3.

Brooke dumps half her closet on the bed. She hasn’t done this in a while, hasn’t stalked around her room in a robe and makeup, trying to pick an outfit. Sure, she goes to work everyday with fierce eyeliner and sharp suits and silk shirts, but this is different. She’d been extra steady with her eyeliner, blending her contour until it was perfect, but she’s not sure why. Maybe she just wants to take advantage of the night and an opportunity to look nice. Maybe she wants to impress Vanessa–who’s definitely prettier than she remembered–and show her that she’s going to be the best fake wife she can be, good enough to turn heads and have them be the perfect couple at the party.

Whatever the reason, it has her rifling through every dress and pant suit she owns, trying to decide if purple or black or red is the right color, if she should go stripes or plain, form-fitting or loose. She and Vanessa exchanged numbers after coffee, and Brooke has a text asking what to wear half-written before deleting it all. No need to bother Vanessa over this. Eventually she pulls on the plain black dress that pops against her pale skin, figuring a classic will work.

Vanessa is smiling hesitantly when Brooke gets in her car, shooting out apologies for the mess. Brooke moves aside an old magazine advertising fun kids’ activities and settles in, legs bouncing as she gets a good look at Vanessa, soft waves tumbling down her back and dazzling teeth giving the sun a run for its money.

“You look nice,” Brooke says, hoping it’s okay to say. Vanessa does look nice, and she figures compliments should be part of their fake marriage. Her dad always complimented her mom whenever they went out, leaving Brooke and her sister with their grandma whose cloud of old-lady perfume almost dissolved their lungs.

“Thanks. So do you.”

“Thanks.” Brooke looks at her lap, panic growing as blocks pass in silence. She knows almost nothing about Vanessa, and somehow she has to convince people they’re married for the night. Can they really pull this off? This could be one of the worst situations she’s been in, aside from the time she and Nina tried to dye their hair pink after finals and spent the night scrubbing the dorm bathroom clean, pink staining their hands for days.

Vanessa peeks over at her when they hit a red light. “Hey, Brooke? Thank you for doing this. You really saved my ass.”

Brooke blushes. “You don’t have to thank me, it’s not any trouble. I would’ve just been watching Gilmore Girls with my cats for the third time.”

“Gilmore Girls?”

“It’s a really good show. Really soothing, too,” Brooke says. She doesn’t add anything else, doesn’t add whether Vanessa would like or not because she doesn’t know the kind of things Vanessa likes. Vanessa could be a horror movie fan for all she knows, but from the way she jumped out of her seat when a squirrel ran in front of the car, Brooke’s thinking that’s a no.

Vanessa nods. She cranks up the radio when Beyonce comes on, chattering about work, and as they drive further away, Brooke almost forgets her nerves.

—

Vanessa’s hands are stuck on the wheel as they pull into the restaurant parking lot. Brooke looks nice–a lot nicer than Vanessa expected. Her sleeveless dress reveals strong arms that taper into clever hands and long fingers, and Vanessa has to stop looking.

Brooke fidgets with her gold bracelet, and Vanessa knows she’ll have to take the lead to get them through this. She notices her own hands are sweaty, and she dries them on her dress, forcing herself to stay calm. Paul and everyone else already bought the fake wife story, Vanessa reminds herself. All she has to do is turn up the charm until they’re completely sold.

“We got this, right?” Vanessa meets Brooke’s eyes with a hopeful smile.

“Right. We go in, we act married, we get out,” Brooke says.

Vanessa laughs. “You’re making us sound like spies! Just relax, okay? Follow my lead and we’ll be fine, I promise.”

Brooke nods, and Vanessa hands her the second fake ring she’d gotten from the thrift shop. It shines in the dim parking lot lights, gaining its second life through Brooke.

Brooke opens her door then slams it, turning back to Vanessa. “Wait. How did we get engaged?”

“What’s it matter?”

“If I’m playing a part, I want to do it right. And what if someone asks? Our stories have to match so we don’t get caught in the lie.”

Vanessa takes a breath of awe. As absurd as this whole thing is, she clearly has the right person for it, someone careful and dedicated enough to make sure they succeed. Vanessa thinks for a second. “You proposed to me on the beach, at sunset.”

Brooke scoffs.

“What?”

“That’s so lame! That’s something a boring straight guy would do for his girlfriend he knows nothing about. If I’m gonna propose to you, it would be better than that!”

“It’s not even a real proposal!” Vanessa argues, though part of her is touched that even if it is fake, Brooke wants her to have something nice.

“Still,” Brooke insists.

“Got any ideas?”

“What would your dream proposal be?” Brooke asks. “Not some generic beach thing. Something special.”

Vanessa’s pictured her wedding before—gold sun streaking through red and orange leaves as her dress flows behind her on the walk to her wife, the fall air crisp as an apple-—but hasn’t considered all the exhausting details and planning that would get her to that point.

“Well, don’t laugh, but I had a pirate thing when I was little. My mom would put coins and toys in the sandbox and give me a map and I’d dig for them. So let’s say you did a little treasure hunt that ended in the proposal.” Vanessa never knew how much she wanted something like this, something to show her wife knows her like no one else, but as she speaks, she can see it happening. Her breathlessly flipping over a tattered map to see neat lines and bright red X. Her going through each step, faster and faster as her excitement builds, until she reaches the end and Brooke is on one knee with a box—

Vanessa shakes her head to clear out the image.

Brooke smiles. “I like that. It’s nice.” She leans in closer, like she’s sharing a secret. “I had a dinosaur thing, so I won’t laugh.”

“Seems like you still have a dinosaur thing, Miss Museum Head,” Vanessa teases.

Brooke blushes, and Vanessa’s heart leaps. “I guess I do.”

There’s a beat of silence, and they both realize this is it. Doors slam, locks click, and they give each other one last nod before entering the restaurant.

The small restaurant room Paul reserved is packed with disgruntled library employees eager for a night off, and every single head spins toward her and Brooke. A few mouths drop open, and Vanessa grins. They do look impressive, Brooke’s black dress flowing down her long frame, a perfect match for Vanessa’s red dress with tiny black stars, one of her favorite thrift store finds.

But beyond the outfits is something Vanessa can’t quite describe. She gets a look at her and Brooke in a mirror on the wall, and something about them looks right, like they could be on opposite sides of the room and you would still know they were a couple. Maybe it’s the way Vanessa leans into the space around Brooke, or the way Brooke slows her pace for Vanessa’s matchstick legs, but there’s some sort of magic bubbling around them.

Couples cling like koalas and Vanessa throws an awkward arm around Brooke’s waist to look more couple-y. Brooke stiffens slightly before relaxing into it.

Paul runs over. “So you’re Vanessa’s wife,” he says to Brooke, pumping her hand up and down with no sign of stopping.

“That’s me,” Brooke agrees. “I’m Brooke, if Vanessa hasn’t told you.”

“Actually, she hasn’t,” Paul says, giving Vanessa a look. “We’ve been wanting to meet you for months but Vanessa says you’ve been sick a lot lately. I hope you’re doing better after your stomach problems last week?”

Brooke shoots Vanessa a death glare, but she still answers warmly. “I’m much better now, thank you.”

“Glad to hear it.” Paul ushers them over to the table, and Vanessa quickly pulls her arm back.

“Sorry,” she whispers. “Just thought we needed a little touching.”

“It’s fine,” Brooke says, sighing in relief as they slide next to Nina at the table.

Vanessa quickly makes the introductions to her coworkers. Silky smiles devilishly and A’keria and Yvie narrow their eyes, serving as her test panel for the night, to see if she and Brooke can really sell things for the admins.

“Now, about those stomach problems?” Brooke demands. Her eyebrows are furrowed and Vanessa has to consciously stop looking at how adorable the expression makes her.

“Well, when I don’t want to go to parties, I use you as an excuse sometimes,” Vanessa says sheepishly.

Brooke pinches the bridge of her nose. “And how many times have you said I was sick?”

Vanessa shrugs. “I kinda…lost count?”

Brooke groans, heaving a mighty sigh. “I really hope this food is better than slightly-above-average.”

—

The food, it turns out, is actually better than Vanessa expected. She makes her way through fish in lemon butter, but Brooke’s lasagna came with garlic bread that’s calling her name. They’re supposed to be married, after all, so why the hell not? She reaches over and grabs a chunk. Brooke then asks for a bite of fish, and Vanessa knows from her friends’ approving nods and the calm behavior of the others that they’re completely selling the wife thing.

Vanessa doesn’t know what exactly makes a marriage look real, but she follows stuff her parents did—sharing food and joking with each other, letting their hands brush every now and then, each one making her whole arm tingle.

Brooke does her part wonderfully, no question about it. She maintains her calm all through dinner, answering question after question about herself and work. Even though Brooke seems to hold back when she talks about her job, like she’s afraid no one is interested, Vanessa finds herself really engrossed in what Brooke does, no acting required.

Brooke does a lot more than look at bones all day, Vanessa learns. She supervises the museum’s dinosaur collection and has been working on a special summer exhibit for months, getting permission to borrow a T-Rex skull from another museum. She’s also started more kids’ programs, special events and days just for them. As she speaks, Vanessa can see it. She can see Brooke strutting across the museum’s stone floor in a sharp black suit, opening up a crate of fossils and grinning like a little kid, staying at the museum long past closing to set it all up. It makes her smile, and the smile doesn’t leave.

Vanessa also learns that Brooke likes hiking on the weekends, and she’s grateful they’re not really married, because if she ever had to tag along on a hiking date she’d probably pass out.

When they walk back to the car amidst Paul shouting his hopes to see Brooke again, Vanessa feels sad somehow, like the thrill of tonight is fading.

“I, um, I had a nice time tonight,” Brooke says quietly, after Vanessa starts driving. “I haven’t been out in a while. I’ve been focusing on the T-Rex exhibit since January. Haven’t had time for much else.”

Vanessa nods. “Yeah, I get it. We get a lot more kids in the library for summer, I’ve been pulling crafts out of my ass to have more activities. But I love it, you know?”

“Yeah,” Brooke says, grabbing her purse as they pull up in front of her apartment. “Um, I’ll text you about the party at my mom’s, okay?”

“Okay. Good night.”

“Good night.”

Vanessa almost wishes the night didn’t have to end, that they could still buzz with that same magic that overtook them in the restaurant. She wonders if she’s getting her wish when Brooke releases the door and turns back to her.

“Your ring,” Brooke explains, and it hits Vanessa again that this is all fake, just an act. Brooke’s face falls as she tries to twist the ring off. “It’s stuck.”

“What do you mean,stuck?”

“I mean it’s stuck!”

“But it went on okay.” Vanessa shakes her head. “I bet you crack your knuckles. My mom made me stop, said I’d get big knuckles—“

“That’s a myth!” Brooke shoots back, tugging harder on the ring.

“Let me help.” Vanessa twists it with her, trying not to hurt Brooke.

“If I lose my finger, I’m mailing it to you so it can haunt you forever,” Brooke says, a hint of panic creeping into her voice.

“No one is losing a finger! Hang on, I have lotion.” Vanessa grabs the mini bottle of Aveeno in her purse and rubs it into Brooke’s hand, trying not to think of how soft—albeit sweaty—her skin is. Vanessa gives one last tug that sends her flying into the door, ring triumphantly in her fist.

Brooke massages her hand, then meets Vanessa’s gaze. Suddenly, they both erupt into laughter so fierce it brings tears to Vanessa’s eyes and makes her stomach hurt. I’m that moment, Brooke becomes more real to her, shaking and snorting with laughter, her face stretched into a grin. Brooke isn’t just someone who passes dishes at Nina’s without being asked, but someone Vanessa thinks she might want to know more, and she’s suddenly grateful for the birthday party coming up, grateful for more time with her.

“Okay, okay,” Vanessa wheezes. “Good night, for real.”

“Good night.”

Brooke gracefully walks into the building, and Vanessa finds herself staring at the empty space Brooke occupied long after she’s safely inside.

—

Brooke can’t quite believe it, but dinner with Vanessa was fun. Even with the number of questions Vanessa’s coworkers threw at her and the answers she had to keep spitting out, things began to feel less like a contest to prove their fake relationship and more like a real dinner party.

Vanessa is funnier than Brooke had remembered, telling story after story about the library’s chaos, from the time a grown man got stuck in the bathroom to the woman who almost went over the library desk when she found out there was no vending machine in the children’s room. Vanessa acts her stories out like she’s on stage, changing her voice and making exaggerated faces and swinging her arms all over the place.

She and Nina meet for their weekly breakfast the next day, and it’s nice to be around her warmth, nice to be around someone who knows the previous night was fake, freeing Brooke from pretending to be someone else. Even so, all Nina can talk about is how well Brooke and Vanessa did.

“I’m just saying, you really pulled it off,” Nina says around a mouthful of toast. “And she took some of your food! That was so cute, did you plan that?”

Brooke shakes her head, turning to the waffles she won’t have to share with anyone today. Not that she had really minded Vanessa’s slim wrist darting to her plate. “We didn’t plan it. She literally just stole my garlic bread.”

“Well, it worked. You looked so natural. I know A’keria, Silky, and Yvie were impressed, and they’re hard to win over.”

Brooke smiles a little at that. You can’t assign grades for being someone’s fake wife, but Brooke likes knowing she did a good job.

“Yeah. Vanessa’s gonna be my fake girlfriend at my mom’s in two weeks, and then I guess that’s that.”

“You’re really just doing the two things and that’s it?” Nina stares at her in surprise.

Brooke looks down, suddenly self-conscious. “Yeah? I mean, that’s what we agreed to…” she trails off. After last night, she was starting to think that more time with Vanessa could be a nice thing. Vanessa is funny and kind and charming, almost like Nina in a way, and Brooke was sucked into her personality in the dim restaurant lights. But now, in the cold morning light, the effects have worn off. They’re just two people who barely know each other, pretending to be in a relationship a few times. They might keep in touch after, talk at Nina’s parties, but there’s nothing more than that.

“Well, maybe you could stay friends after and do things,” Nina says. “You seemed like you had fun.”

“Yeah.” Brooke shovels some waffles into her mouth, because Nina is right and they both know it. Luckily, Nina moves the conversation onto the library carnival they’re having, and Brooke can forget all about last night.

—

That night, Brooke’s phone buzzes while she’s curled up with the cats, watching TV. Her heart flutters a little when she sees the sender.

Vanessa Mateo: So how long do I have to wait for Lorelai and Luke to get together?

Vanessa Mateo: Is Rory gonna end up with this Dean guy?

Vanessa Mateo: I need answers!

Brooke’s fingers hover over the phone. It’s been a while since she’s texted someone besides Nina or her mom, and she’s not sure how to approach this. Just as friends, she tells herself, and begins to type.

Brooke Lynn Hytes: You’ll just have to wait and see ;)

Vanessa Mateo: Brooke Lynn Hytes did you just winky face me???

Brooke Lynn Hytes: ;) ;)

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #nina west #yvie oddly #silky nutmeg ganache #akeria davenport #branjie #lesbian au #fake dating au #s11 #fluff #if you ever wanna be in love #athena2 #concrit welcome #submission

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proudtoehaver · 5 years

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A dance teacher!Hugh AU that may never see more of it in public than this. Enjoy some fairly contextless fluff and emotional h/c

His phone rings just as he's locking the door to the studio. With leaden movements Hugh digs it out of his coat pocket while depositing the keys in another.

Paul's number. Damn.

He knows he had promised to call Paul sometime during the day so they could schedule their weekend, but it had been so hectic since morning that he hadn't gotten around to it. Like every other day this week. In fact the last several weeks had been stressful at the studio. The downside of success. It should quiet down once Michael got back from San Fransisco, but that wouldn't be for another two weeks' time.

So he guesses Paul finally got tired of waiting for the call and took matters into his own hands. He might as well answer and take the inevitable argument. Hopefully Paul isn't too pissed.

"Hi Paul," Hugh says, trying to sound as neutral as possible.

"Evening sweetheart." Paul doesn't sound angry or even testy, he does in fact sound happy and relaxed. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired. Sore," Hugh admits.

"Mmmm. You really had some tough weeks, why don't you come over?"

"Paul I- I'm really not fit as company tonight, too worn out."

"You don't have to be fit for company, you just have to be here. It's been over two weeks since we had more than brief conversations on the phone or a short exchange of texts. I really would like to see my boyfriend in the flesh once in a while."

Hugh can't deny the truth of that but part of him, the part of him that all too vividly recall how Terrence would try to guilt him over prioritizing his studio and professional life, rebels.

"Paul, I'm not going to abandon what I've worked so hard to build. Not for anyone," he snaps.

"I don't want you to do that. But I've noticed how hard you've been working these past weeks and how tired you are. I'd like a chance to look after you for one evening. I was thinking something along the lines of you having a long soak in my hot tub, loosen up those sore muscles, while I finish cooking you a warm, hearty meal. After we finish eating we can cuddle on the sofa together or just go straight to bed and cuddle there if you'd rather that."

Now Hugh does feel bad. Another reminder that Paul isn't Terrence, not in any way, shape or form.

"Sounds like you already started dinner," Hugh says apologetically, hoping Paul doesn't take affront of his angry outburst.

"Well yes. I was really hoping I could talk you into this idea of mine."

"Consider me convinced," Hugh answers.

"So I'll see you in a few?" Paul asks and Hugh can practically hear the smile in his voice. "Or do you want me to pick you up? If you feel too tired to drive?"

"I'm good to drive that short a distance, just mind your cooking," Hugh jokes. "I'll see you in a little while."

When he gets to Paul’s apartment building Hugh is all but done in and part of him just want to turn around and head home. But he made a promise and it has been too long since he and Paul met in person, even though he suspects that they’ll both end up finding tonight a disappointment.

Ringing on the door phone Paul buzzes him in and he drags himself up the stairs to Paul’s front door. It’s been left slightly ajar, welcoming him in.

“Hi honey,” Hugh calls as he steps into the small hall and closes the door behind himself.

Paul appears almost instantly in the doorway leading to the kitchen wearing an apron of all things. It makes him look almost ridiculously adorable in Hugh's opinion.

“Hi,” Paul says in turn, stepping up to Hugh, cupping his face and giving him a peck on the lips. “Ugh, you cold. Good thing then I already drew that bath. All you need to do is get out of your clothes and you don't usually have a problem with that.”

Paul wiggles his eyebrows as he finishes his sentence and Hugh can't keep from chuckling.

“Hey,” he says as he hangs up his coat and removes his shoes. “I can't remember ever hearing you complain about that before.”

“Wasn't a complain,” Paul says giving him another short kiss. “Just an observation. Now get in the bath with you and I'll continue dinner.”

Paul heads back into the kitchen and Hugh opens the door to the bathroom. It is dimly lit and the air is warm and damp with steam from the already filled tub. Stripping down he slips into the bath, groaning softly as the hot water engulfs him. Resting his arms on the side of the tub he leans back his head against the edge and closes his eyes, relaxing and letting the water do its work on his sore muscles.

He had left the door to the rest of the apartment open and he can hear Paul putter about in the kitchen, humming softly to one of those old jazz tunes he loves so much that is playing mutedly in the background and the smell of cooking food is wafting through the air.

The humming comes closer and Hugh sense a shadow fall across the room from the hall.

“Do you want a drink?” Paul asks him when Hugh turns his head towards him, cracking one eye open.

“Paul, you don't have to do all this,” Hugh protests, not sure how he'll reciprocate what feels like a very lavish treatment.

“Have to? No. But I want to,” Paul says warmly. “So, drink?”

“No alcohol, it would just put me straight to sleep.”

“Coffee instead?”

Hugh nods slowly.

“With some caffeine I might stay awake through dinner.”

“You really have worn yourself out, haven’t you? Well one coffee coming right up.”

Paul disappears out the door and back to the kitchen, leaving Hugh staring after him with a frown. He sits back in the tub but doesn’t quite relax, not knowing what to make of it all. This, Paul cooking for him, the bath, the coffee, it feels significant somehow but Hugh isn’t quite able to word how. It feels... intimate in a way they haven’t been before.

Not that they haven’t eaten together, breakfast, dinner and lunch. They’ve slept together in the metaphorical sense as well as the literal. Until tonight Hugh would have said that the only way they could get closer was by moving in together and that’s not what this is.

Or maybe it is. In a way. Not the literal moving together of finding a common home in one of their apartments, or in a new place, but finding, no making, a space in their lives for each other, even when it wasn’t convenient.

And Hugh isn’t sure how he feels about that at all. If he was to be brutally honest with himself he knows he has been keeping Paul at arms lengths, letting him in but only so far. Terrence and all his controlling, jealous bullshit has left him hesitant to let others in quite that far, the only ones there are those from before he broke up with him. After that no one had been allowed that close and certainly not a lover.

But Paul?

“Is something the matter? You look very serious,” Paul says stepping into the bathroom holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. He crouches down next to Hugh, handing him the cup.

“It’s nothing.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing.”

“I’m not really ready to talk about it.”

“Okay.” Paul caresses his should. “But when you are, remember that I’m here.”

“I know. It’s just- I'm not sure.”

A loud ding interrupts Hugh before he can say anything else.

“Damn,” Paul swears. “The lasagna. One moment, I don’t want it to burn.”

Jumping to his feet he bolts out the door.

So it had been Paul’s special vegetable lasagna he had smelled. Paul had made it the first time he’d had Hugh over for dinner and Hugh had loved it. He also knows how much effort it is and that Paul rarely makes it without a specific occasion. Paul had begun that not even knowing if Hugh would come over.

Hugh takes a sip of his coffee. It’s hot, strong and with a dash of milk, just like he likes it. Terrence had never bothered learning it, or maybe he had deliberately always gotten it wrong so he had to make coffee less often. But Paul not only knew how to get it right, being a tea drinker himself he hadn’t even had coffee in his home when they met, but he’d started buying it after they started dating.

“Sorry about running out on you like that, I didn’t want the food to burn,” Paul says as he returns, crouching down again beside the tub.

“Your special lasagna?”

Paul nods.

“What’s the occasion?” Hugh asks.

“That you’ve been working hard for weeks and deserve a treat.” Paul cups the back of Hugh’s neck. “I can see how worn down you are. I’m not telling you to stop doing what you so clearly love, or to cut back. Just let me look after you for a night? I don’t want to see your star burn out.”

With that Hugh suddenly feels tears spilling down his cheeks, blurring his vision.

“Hey,” Paul says softly, removing the mug from Hugh’s hand and pulling him into a hug.

“I’m soaking you,” Hugh protests, his voice muffled as his face is buried against Paul’s shoulder.

“It’s my apartment, I’ll find another shirt to wear. It’s okay Hugh, I’ve got you.”

Paul is hugging him fiercely and Hugh let himself cry out though he’s not quite sure why he’s crying at all.

When he pulls back Paul brushes the last tears away with his fingers.

“Feel better?” he asks.

Hugh nods.

“Yes. Not sure what happened there.”

Paul says nothing, he just offers Hugh a gentle smile and a kiss.

“I need to check on the rest of the food. Finish your coffee and when you’re done soaking come join me for dinner.”

Dinner itself is lovely. Paul has made up a picnic like setting in front of the fireplace. It’s not cold enough for a fire but still it’s nice and the informality makes Hugh relax further.

They talk about how their days have been since they were last together, about things they’d like to do together once Hugh has more time again and by the time dinner is done Hugh can feel the full weight of exhaustion built up by the past weeks, but also deeply happy.

“I’m glad you talked me into coming over,” he tells Paul as they lie in bed, his head resting on Paul’s chest. He feels warm and relaxed, and more at peace with himself and the world than he can recall being in a while outside of dancing.

“So am I. I like having you over. Just... having you here.”

“You know,” Hugh says after a few moments of silence. “I’ve been thinking. Maybe I could keep some clothes here? Just a spare shirt or something like that? Would make it easier in the morning not having to go home to change.”

In spite both of them semi frequently sleeping over at the other’s place Hugh had never left any clothes or anything of his at Paul’s and Paul had never asked, perhaps sensing that Hugh needed control of his own space, if it was okay that he kept something at Hugh’s.

“If that’s okay,” Hugh finishes softly.

“It would,” Paul says slowly. “I’m sure I can clear a shelf or two for you.”

“You could keep something at my place too. So you wouldn’t have to rush back either.”

“You don’t mind? Me keeping some shirt or something at your place? Or shifting some of your things to here?”

“No. No I don’t.”

Hugh realizes the truth of those words as he says them. But still they feel monumental. An invitation and an offer to stay, to take up space in each other’s lives, even when it’s not convenient.

#culmets #hugh culber #paul stamets #mara's stuff

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jebentnietalleen · 5 years

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By now most people have read and seen a lot about the convention already, but since I said I would write about it (and because I like to be able to look back on my own experiences later), I'll ramble on for a bit...

First and foremost, it was a pleasure to meet and see other Tumblr users and fans of skam in general, I loved being in a room with so many like minded people 💖🙏🥰 . I've never been to a convention before so it was truly special. I wanna give a special mention to

@chelouelou

, meeting her was one of my personal highlights and I am so glad we hit it off just as well as we did online. She is the sweetest person and a ray of sunshine, and we had multiple laughing fits for no good reason. All lovely things imo 🧡😍🙌✨

Some random facts:

I almost drew a braincell at La Petite Ceinture so I could write 'the skam france galaxy braincell' but I chickened out last moment because it felt like sacrilege

Every time we saw one of those step scooters we felt triggered

Every time we saw someone carrying a baguette we laughed

Elise brought everybody clown noses

La Petite Ceinture is absolutely calming and just a great experience to visit

About the convention:

We arrived around 9:00, and because we already got our passes the night before (the organization for that was also shitty, we arrived at 17:30, which was suppose to be the time that they would open up for the passes, and left at 21:00. They were not prepared, everything arrived in boxes through out the night, we had to wait a long long time) we didn't have to wait in line and sat on the floor for a bit while we waited for everything to start. We sat next to a large glass window, and suddenly we heard some fans shrieking in excitement. We looked up and saw Maxence walk past us, and let me tell you, that alone was quite an experience. Mannequin elite, indeed. There is just something so alluring about him, it's even more apparent in real life. We were all very nervous and also excited about the whole day, and this hyped us up even more ngl. We saw more cast members come in, Coline, Paul, Robin, Leo, and probably more that I can't remember. We got called into the big room where the panels were held, at around 10:00.

After a short speech by the host, and a video introduction of all the casts (which was lovely and I might post later, I don't know if anybody posted it yet? I haven't seen it) the cast of skam france came on stage. The crowd went wild, naturally. They got a standing ovation. The energy was buzzing. Axel was joking around from the first second, he was talking with Maxence and with the boys and with Zoe, making jokes the whole time, even gave the host what looked like a slap on the ass hahah. He looked very hyped up. The whole cast looked very happy to be there.

The duo photoshoot was suppose to start 10:15 but started around 10:45 instead. So the day already started with a delay, and because a lot of events had some overlap (for example they couldn't start the group photo shoot if a few cast members were still busy with their duo's) it had a sort of domino effect throughout the whole day. There was a lot of waiting and a lot of standing around. When I was in line for the duo photoshoot, Axel and Maxence were both hugging fans they met before (even though it wasn’t allowed, which I still don’t understand tbh) and one girl wanted to do the Polaris hand holding bit with Axel and he went with it and looked at her so softly it was a lot okay, I hope that girl is still alive. I saw Maxence do the same thing with another girl during the same shoot, so they stood back to back with the girls in question (the picture later became famous because of the manip smh) And just before it was my turn, Maxence draped himself over Axel and they hugged with Maxence standing behind Axel and Axel reached up to touch Maxence's arm. This wasn't for a photo they weren't even facing a camera, this was just them being their caring selves. They were really sweet together the whole day, as everyone has seen by now.

We had to wait a long time for the panel to start, and they started way later than planned. Maxence was still busy with his duo with Rocco and Assa and Lais also came in later. Everything was in French and the host translated. I considered going up to ask a question (tell us more about the 90% social media content that Axel wanted to do that went too far lmao) but the queue filled up so quickly and I knew there was a limited time for the cast, so I didn't. In the end it's probably for the best seeing as they went on for a half hour longer because Axel is the literal best and I will not hear anyone say anything different. I thought the host did a good job, but I still think a lot of details got lost in translation because he obviously couldn't translate every single thing word for word. I cackled because when he talked in English he pronounced Axel and Maxence's names very Englishy. I thought it was cute that Axel kept shouting for Maxence to come join them when they started, and that when Maxence came in he sat in front of him. I sat pretty close to the stage at that point and saw that Axel explained to Maxence that he yelled his name hahah. That whole panel was golden, loved hearing about their fave lines and upcoming projects, plus they were all so sweet to each other, ugh, name me a better cast istg. Some of the other highlights for me were how adorable Axel and Leo were together and how Moussa and Lais are integrated into the whole cast and got along with everyone. Seeing Lais and Maxence interact got me thinking about seeing Sofiane and Eliott together on screen and now I want it even more tbh. Of course everyone knows that Axel ignored the rules and insisted on talking to everyone who had a question, went off stage and talked to the people who were left, tried to include everyone, in general he had a really big role yesterday. I got an ask saying he is a true born entertainer and that's true, he really is (I will answer that ask later I promise, I am just way behind tbh sorryyy).

After the panel was the group photo with the skam france cast. The chaotic energy was off the chart. Especially Axel and Maxence, I saw Maxence bite some girls tag that was around her neck for the picture lmao. They kept cheering the people on who came for their picture, it was adorable. When it was my turn I stood between Axel and Maxence and ugh, just, it was great okay. I said thank you when I got my picture, and Maxence went: nooo, thank yOuUuU (you know the voice he sometimes uses? Yeah) what a sweetheart tbh.

After this there was a looooot of waiting for me. The only thing I had left was the autographs and selfies (this was one event) and that could not start before all the group photos were done, and they went on for way too long. That just means the organization sold too many or didn't calculate the right amount of time it would take. I managed to catch some of the skam og panel and italia, but not all of it, and tbh it's all a blurr because I was busy with processing everything haha.

Finally it was time for the autographs, and the line was looong. I had the pleasure of seeing Axel carry Lais to the tables up close and personal, what a legend. The times I fondly shook my head with a grin on my face yesterday because of that chaotic king are countless. Just before I was almost at the end of the line, they cut us off because they needed to start the closing ceremony (for lack of a better description). Luckily they wrote numbers on our hands so we didn't have to wait all the way back in line again, because after the ceremony they would get back to it. This wasn't in the schedule, it was suppose to be over, hence closing ceremony, so the skam france cast stayed behind way longer than planned. The closing ceremony was very emotional, most of the cast got tears in their eyes as people shared their stories. Not everything was translated but you could still tell it meant a lot to them. Not to mention the amount of money they managed to raise with the convention. Truly amazing. Of course we all saw the cast go absolutely nuts to one direction lmao, that was a treat to see after such a long day. Idk how they kept up their energy, especially Axel who seems to be inhuman tbh. He never seemed very tired, you could see it a bit in his face but he powered on and I love him for that. The rest of the cast was definitely more visibly tired, some more than others of course. Finally we got back to the autographs, and still it was a long wait. I think we were there for nearly 2 hours and I only got to Marilyn, Lais, Axel and Maxence. By then it was 21:00 and I could barely stand. I only ate two mini croissants for breakfast and had a few handful of nuts during the day. I wasn't hungry but that still probably wasn't very smart of me. I kind of regret not staying to get the other autographs as well, but I was truly spend. Lais is as much a ray of sunshine as he is on TV, he is super nice and thankful, as is Marilyn. They were kind to everyone. That's something that I can say about the whole cast: everywhere I looked, I saw happy cast members who were touched by every single person who come up to them. Amazing really.

I'm not gonna lie, I was looking forward to getting to Axel the most. Anybody who follows me will not be surprised by this. So let me tell you a little bit about it. Axel gives the best hugs, is kind, is soft, calls you by your name, explains to you that he will read your letter later and carefully because he reads every one of them (I assured him that I am aware of that and very thankful) and that he wants to take his time with it to be able respond to it (which is not something I expect or even want, I just wanted to thank him and tell him how great he is, no response necessary). When I said it's been a long day he said no no no no, it's been a cool day, and I think he really means it. He was so full of energy after that long a day. He is so happy whenever he sees someone he remembers. And when I asked for a hug he said pffff of course!!! Did I mention he winked at me? Yeah. I really thought I could not love him more than I did but I do. I'm so grateful to have been able to meet him and talk to him and ugh ugh just, I can die happy now.

Maxence was really tired and stressed by the time I got to him and he took a smoke break just before. They warned us to keep it short because it was taking too long, so I did. I gave him the letter I wrote and he thanked me and we took some selfies. He was very nice but you could tell it was a lot for him, and that's very understandable.

After that we went back to the hotel and I literally could not even form proper sentences anymore. We didn't get any dinner, we just talked for a bit to let it all sink in and then we went to bed.

Tbh, it's still a bit like a dream when I think back on it. It's a good thing I have pictures because otherwise I wouldn't believe it myself. I love this cast and this show and the crew too of course, I am so happy I went and the next time I get the slightest change to see them again I will take it without a doubt. They are all amazing. 10/10 would recommend.

PS: if anybody has any questions don’t hesitate to ask, although I might not know the answer or remember haha.

#tara at eli3 #eli3 recap

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songficsbyrissi · 5 years

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Do You Remember (Erik Killmonger x Reader)

“Do you remember, do you remember, do you remember

All of the times we had

Do you remember, do you remember, do you remember

All of the times we had

Let's bring it back” - Jay Sean feat. Sean Paul and Lil Jon

A/N: I wrote this as a bday gift to @nerd-lovely . Happy birthday love! And I hope the rest of you enjoy it as well! ️ **********************

Erik honked his horn for the millionth time today. “Come the fuck on!” He groaned gripping the steering wheel tight. Not only was he running late from picking his 6 year old daughter Ashanti up from school, but he ran into some bullshit traffic as well. He sighed turning up the radio and rested his head in his hand.

There's nothing left to say

Don't waste another day

Just you and me tonight

Everything will be okay

Erik turned it down and snorted. “What the fuck is this? Where’s my hood shit?”

Before he could change it, a car behind him honked loud as fuck. Erik honked back and rolled down the window.

“I got a horn too, nigga! Don’t you see this fucking traffic in front of me? We all got places to be!”

“Nigga who you talking to like that! I’ll clap your cheeks, nigga!”

Damn it. In words of the Boondocks, Erik found himself in a “nigga moment.” He could either A) get ignorant back or B) ignore it.

What option you think he picked?

“Nigga I’m from Oakland! I’ll clap your cheeks!” He shouted back.

“Shit nigga you pretty as shit. Come clap these cheeks.”

Erik’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Shit, this nigga gay. He quickly rolled up his window and ignored the catcalling from the car behind him. He was just focused on picking up his daughter. When Erik finally made it to the elementary school, he expected Ashanti to be waiting outside. She wasn’t.

He went into the principal’s office where they informed him she was in her classroom and the principal escorted Erik to her classroom. Erik looked through the window in the door of the classroom and saw his daughter sitting at her desk coloring. He opened the door and bit his lip.

‘Damn why didn’t Ashanti tell me she got a fine ass teacher?’ Erik thought to himself when his eyes fell on you. He could tell you were a little fed up with the little motherfuckers you had to deal with all day but you didn’t show it. Especially since you did love the kids even though they got on your nerves.

You had your hair up in a high puff and your face with a natural makeup look. You were dressed in a yellow blazer, white tank top, blue jeans, and nude heels. Not only did Erik appreciate that his daughter had a black teacher in this predominantly white school, but she had natural hair and having Ashanti see girls that look exactly like her doing big things really mattered.

“Daddy!” Ashanti ran up to him with a huge smile on her face and Erik immediately smiled back, scooping her up in his arms. “You finally came!”

“Yeah I’m sorry, baby girl. Traffic was annoying.” Erik turned his attention to you when you finished talking to the principal and he left the room. “I’m sorry and thank you for staying with her.”

You put your hand up. “It was no problem. I know I’m not supposed to say this but Ashanti is my favorite.”

Ashanti gasped with her eyes gleaming in happiness. “Yay! I’m Miss Y/L/N’s favorite!”

You shushed her, giggling with a finger to your lips. “Shh! It’s our little secret!”

You stuck out your pinky and the little girl’s mouth formed an O in understanding, linking pinkies with you. Erik’s eyebrows furrowed once your last name registered in his brain. The name sounded so familiar but he couldn’t figure where he’s heard it from.

Erik put Ashanti down and told her to sit and wait for him at her desk. She obeyed and his eyes focused on you.

“Your last name is Y/L/N? It sounds really familiar. What’s your first name?”

“Y/N.” You answered curiously.

“I swear I’ve seen you before and that name....”

“You’ve probably ran into me before, which I doubt because when I’m not here, I’m home.” You laughed a little walking back to your desk and he followed behind. When you turned around, you two made eye contact and it finally clicked in Erik’s head.

“Oh shit.” Erik whispered with a small smirk on his face. “I remember you. Y/N from Oakland High.”

You had a puzzled look on your face. “Do I know you?”

Erik’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. “Girl, you don’t remember me? Erik? Erik Stevens?! I led African American Club which I liked to call Nigga Nation. And you were the cute, little nerd that always attended. You were shy but when you said something, it was the smartest shit I’ve ever heard.”

You were shocked as you thought back to high school. “I didn’t think anyone paid attention to me to high school.”

“I did.” Erik stated sitting up in his chair, straightening his posture then cleared his throat. “You still don’t remember? You used to let me cheat off you all the time. I would’ve never passed Physics if it wasn’t for you.”

A grin crossed your face in realization. “Oh I remember that! You were always saying “who cares about physics when the white men is killing us?” You shook your head laughing. “You were so annoying but funny. I liked you.”

“I liked you too.” Erik stood up from his seat. “Hey. I gotta go but maybe we can catch up some time? I don’t have to be just a memory.”

You bit back a smile and wrote down your cellphone number on a slip of paper. You placed it in his hands.

“Well, I’m always free on the weekends so you just let me know when you wanna link up.”

“Aight see you later, Y/N.” Erik smirked at the paper and sent you a wink. You looked away shyly as he grabbed his daughter’s hand and walked out the classroom.

You say back in your chair when you jumped up in realization.

Did he just call you cute? ********************

“Honestly, I should’ve known Ashanti was your daughter when she told her Caucasian classmate that “she had too much privilege to be failing some basic spelling tests.” You giggled popping a spoonful of the large chocolate chip cookie sundae you two were sharing.

Erik chuckled scooping a piece. “Wow so not even by the same last name. It’s by the way she’s young and woke.”

You shook your head snickering. “That’s a funny way to say hotep but yeah.”

Erik gasped dramatically holding his chest in feigned offense.

“Me? Hotep?”

You nodded in response. “Yes. You were a hotep back in high school and now you projecting that on the poor baby.”

“Well, she’s the only one I got so I gotta make sure she’s good.” Erik sighed and you could detect a little sadness in his tone. Your smile dropped a little as you got serious.

“So Ashanti’s mom.....she’s not in the picture.” You asked slowly and when Erik glanced up at you, you swallowed hard waving it off.

“I’m sorry. I’m getting too personal. I’ll change the subject. So-“

“She didn’t want to be a mother.” Erik cut you off, staring in your eyes sincerely. “We were young in college. She was against abortion but didn’t want a baby. When Ashanti was born, I had to beg her not to put her up for adoption and she just let me have her, but not without letting me know how stupid I was to think I could attend college and raise a child at the same time. She was right. I couldn’t. I had a choice to make and I chose Ashanti.”

“And she didn’t.....”

“She signed over all rights. She didn’t want anything to do with her because “she had plans for the future that she was not giving up for a baby.” Erik chuckled sarcastically. “I haven’t seen her since she walked away from our daughter.”

You reached over and touched Erik’s hand. “Ashanti is lucky to have a father like you. From what I’ve seen, you’ve been doing a great job by yourself.”

“Thanks but sometimes, I be thinking I’m not enough. Every girl needs a mom. It’s a damn shame hers didn’t want her.”

You felt your heart drop at everything Erik told you. You were not necessarily mad at Ashanti’s mother because not every woman wants a child, which is ok but damn, once they come into the world, how could you still want nothing to do with them? How could you just walk away and never care to see how they’re doing? Deadbeat parents are the worst.

“You are enough, Erik. Even though you’re a college dropout, from what you told me, you’re doing well for yourself as a full time contractor and still make time for her. She adores you. You are enough for her.”

Erik stared at you for a while before smirking.

“What?” You began to laugh when he did. “You better not clown me for that cheesy stuff I said. It may be cheesy but it’s true”

“Nah it’s not that. It’s just.....you grew up to be even more amazing than you were back then.”

You beamed at his compliment and pointed your spoon at him accusingly. “See? It’s because of you sayin shit like that.....that’s what made me have a crush on you.” You smacked your forehead realizing what you just said. “Aww shit!”

“She thinks I’m cuteeeeee she wanna have sexxxx!” Erik sang teasingly in Chief Keef’s voice causing you to shush him as you avoided the stares from other patrons in the restaurant.

“Mhm I’m not surprised you did.” He continued in a cocky way and you rolled your eyes. “I was kinda feeling you too, no lie.”

“He thinks I’m cuteeeeeee he wanna have sexxxxx!”

Erik chuckled hard at your horrible impression and you held your stomach in laughter.

“Yo do you remember that one time in Physics when it was mad quiet and this nigga sang that mad loud?”

You nodded vigorously covering your mouth as snickers escaped. “Yes! Mr. Borden kicked him out so quick! He was not having it! I was weak!”

Time flew as you and Erik continued to walk down memory lane. You two kept talking about all the good times you two had in high school and as you guys dwelled in nostalgia, it made you think about how much you missed Erik and you didn’t even realize until he came back and made you remember everything you felt in high school.

“Hey guys. We have been closed since 11 so if you could....” Your waitress walked up to you and you glanced at your phone in shock. 11:22. You groaned loudly turning to her.

“I’m so sorry. We lost track of time. We’ll be out of here quick.” You grabbed your leftovers and Erik apologized as well, dropping extra money to her tip for the trouble. The both of you walked out of the restaurant and walked to your cars which were conveniently parked next to each other.

“Well, even though it has been years, it is never a dull moment with you, Erik Stevens. I had a great time.”

“So did I. The great times don’t have to end again.” He slowly walked towards you with his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Let’s not forget about each other again.”

You tapped your chin in thought. “Mhmmm don’t you think that’s kind of impossible when your daughter is one of my students?”

“Aight smartass. You knew what I meant.”

You giggled. “Yeah I did. We had some good ass times and some good ass memories. Tonight is definitely going down in the books. We really left the restaurant mad late like typical niggas.”

He chortled in reply to your statement. “Yeah We got a lot more memories like that to make again.”

“Yeah we do.”

You looked up and noticed how close he was to you. You bit your lip and closed your eyes. Erik leaned in and pecked you softly. You opened your mouth allowing his warm tongue to invade your mouth. The kiss was sweet but hot and after some seconds passed, you pulled away from each other smiling.

“Text me when you get home, aight?”

“Aight and tell Ashanti I said hi.” You got into your car and drove off.

Erik made his way to his cousin T’Challa’s house where he was babysitting little Ashanti for him. Erik stepped through the door and T’Challa had his arms folded in annoyance.

“Erik, you said you would back by 10! It’s damn near midnight!”

“I’m sorry, T. Time got away from me, but thanks for watching Ashanti for me”.

T’Challa waved him off. “Ahh it is not a problem. I love my little niece even though she is like her father.”

Erik ignored his comment. “Is she asleep?”

“She should be.”

Erik went into T’Challa’s guest bedroom where his daughter laid down playing with her Princess Tiana doll. He shook his head sitting on the edge of the bed and she smiled sheepishly knowing she’s been caught.

“You know you’re supposed to be sleeping, Titi.” Erik scolded softly.

She began to pout. “I know but I couldn’t, daddy! I wanna know about your date with Miss Y/L/N! Did you have fun? Oooh did you kiss her?!”

Erik was taken aback by all of her questions. “Little girl, you getting too nosy! What you know about kissing?”

“Well the princesses in my books get kissed at the end.....”

Erik raised an eyebrow. “What does that have to do with your teacher?”

“She’s a princess, silly!” The little girl declared in a duh tone and gestured towards her collection of dolls which were black princesses. “She looks like my princess dolls so she’s a princess! Just like me!”

‘Damn I did a good job raising her’ Erik thought to himself, mentally patting himself on the back.

“And you’re a prince, daddy. And the prince kisses the princess and they live happily ever after!” She sang and Erik leaned over and kissed his daughter’s forehead.

“There. I kissed a princess. Now grab your stuff so we can go home. You need to sleep, sweetheart.”

“It’s ok if you kissed her, daddy. I want her to be my mommy.” Ashanti wrapped her arms around her father’s neck and he caught her sighing. “And I know you really like her, daddy.”

“Once again, pack up your stuff, princess. I’m not going to tell you again.” Erik kissed her cheek and set her down so she could obey his order. His phone chimed signaling a text. He opened it and it read:

You: I’m home. Good night, Mr. Stevens.

He shot a text back.

Erik: I’m glad you remembered to text me, baby girl.

You: I will always remember you ;)

Erik smirked hard at your text and typed in response:

Erik: Good night, Miss Y/L/N

As Erik drove home with Ashanti asleep in the backseat, all he could think about was seeing you again. He thought back to her questioning and knew one thing for sure.

You were a princess and you were his princess.

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ladyshandioftheendless · 5 years

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StarChild Assassin Part 19!

I’m actually getting sad that this is ending. It’s been so much fun writing it and I hope you all will still enjoy reading it after it’s done~

~Shandi

Eric, Peter and Paul prepare to start their new lives.

LIPS LIKE POISON Part 19

Elegance truly was as good as her word. A few days later reports about the Brooklyn Wildcat’s ‘death’ were all over the news and in the papers. Everything was so thorough Eric even started to believe it himself. Now it was time to say goodbye to New York. He and Paul had packed up what little things they wanted to take with them in boxes ready to put into the trunk Eric’s car. “Before we leave..” Paul said as he taped up his last box. “..there’s some people I’d like to say goodbye to. If you don’t mind..” Eric smiled. “Sure, baby. Just..try not to stay out too late? I wanna leave tonight.” Paul nodded, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek. “I promise, Pussy-Cat~” Grabbing his keys he laughed, leaving a flustered blushing boyfriend behind.

Paul hesitated slightly before knocking on Ace’s door. He never knew what that man’s schedule was like so he was never sure if he’d be home or not. He knocked again a little harder. “Alright I’m comin’ already!!” he heard Ace yell faintly. Paul couldn’t help but smirk when the door opened. Ace looked completely disheveled with his shirt half undone, random strands of hair shooting out every which way and very noticeable love bites on his neck and part of his chest. “Ohhh..hey, Paulie~ Wasn’t expectin’ ya!”

“Obviously~ Am I interrupting~?”

“Ahhh..kinda…not gonna lie..”

“Oh..I’m sorry. I won’t keep you then. I..just wanted to say goodbye.” Ace frowned. “G’bye? You goin’ somewhere?” Paul nodded slowly. “I’m sure you heard the news. Eric and I have decided to leave New York.” Ace sighed and looked down at the floor. “Yeah it’s uh..too bad about Petey-Cat. I’ll miss the bastard. I just..wish I coulda said goodbye properly..” Paul fidgeted with his hair. “That’s..another reason why I came. I..want you to know that Peter is okay..he just can’t live the life that he’d been living anymore. He wanted me to tell you that he’s sorry..and he’ll contact you as soon as he’s able to.”

“Wait..he’s still alive..?”

“Yes..just in hiding. We’re taking him away from here.”

“Well..fuck me..” Ace ran a hand through his messy hair, looking as if he were on the verge of tears. “..t-that’s good, Paulie..that’s good. Take care of him for me will ya? And tell him..apology accepted.” Paul smiled. “Don’t you worry..I will~” Tommy then peeked out from the hallway entrance with the cutest pout on his face. “Aaaaaace when are you coming back to be–oh. Hi, Paul..”

“Hellooooo Tommy~”

Ace had the biggest grin on his face. “I won’t be too much longer, Baby boy~ Keep them sheets nice an’ warm for me~” Tommy blushed and nodded. “O-okay..sorry..” He waved again before ducking back. Paul laughed. “He is so adorable~ I’m happy for you two..and I’m gonna miss you so much.” Ace pulled him close and kissed him. “Gonna miss you too, Paulie~ Call me when you get to wherever you’re goin’ hah? Lemme know you got there safely.” He hugged Ace tightly. “I promise you I will. Take care of yourselves will you? I don’t wanna have to come back here and shake my finger at you~” Ace cackled. “Get on outta here ya bitch! Love ya!”

“Love you too, Acey~” Paul blew him a kiss as he went back to the elevator.

When Paul returned he spotted a familiar looking black limo parked in front of the building. It didn’t surprise him that Gene was there early. Elegance welcomed him with a smile when he walked up to the door. “You’re just in time~ Genie and I were just bringing over the essentials.” He raised an eyebrow. ‘Genie?’ Well they’d certainly gotten close quickly hadn’t they? They went into the kitchen where Gene was discussing things with Eric. “Don’t worry about your belongings. I’ll have them shipped over to your new place. Everything is prepared according to the details you and Peter specified. Your plane tickets are ready..you just need to pick them up at Kennedy. There’s a car ready for you at your destination. Your identities are ready and your jobs have been secured. The rest is up to you.” Even though Paul had been working with Gene for a few years he was still amazed at his ability to cover every base imaginable. He took Gene’s arm and pressed his cheek against his shoulder. “I know we’ll probably stay in contact but..I’m going to miss seeing you work. You won’t forget me will you?” Gene laughed. “I don’t see how that’s even possible~ When things are more stable for you I can even come to visit if you like.”

“I would like. Very much~”

“You’ll be alright now. You’ll have what you wanted.”

“Thanks to you..as usual~” He kissed Gene’s cheek. “I’ll be seeing you around, Demon~” Eric placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You ready to get going? We still have to pick Peter up.”

“Y-yeah..I’m ready..”

Elegance hugged them both. “You’ll do fine~ If anything goes wrong, which we doubt, we’ll contact you immediately. In the meantime just lay low for a while when you get to where you're staying. I’m sure you’ve both had plenty of practice. Fox will meet up with you when you make contact with Mr. Criss. Good luck to both of you and safe travels~” They all waved to each other one last time before going their separate ways.

Bruce offered Peter a place to stay until he left the city. With his belongings already taken care of all that was left to do was make a change to his appearance. Looking at himself in the bathroom mirror he sighed, running a hand through his silver hair. “So long..” he said, opening the boxes of hair color. In the living room Bruce was strumming random notes on his guitar when he heard a knock at his door. Couldn’t be them. It was too early. He looked through the peephole and spotted a familiar mass of fluffy hair. “Son of a bitch..” he mused, opening the door. “Well look who’s come to see me. Must be my lucky night~” Fox chuckled and shook his head as he was let inside. “Don’t flatter yourself, big man. You know who I’m here for.” Bruce set his guitar down on the couch. “He’s in the bathroom, little Vixen so you’re stuck with me for now. I was told about all the shit that went on. I really should be pissed at you for layin’ me out. Not once but twice. But..I gotta admit it was pretty hot~”

“You think being beat up by me is hot?”

“I think you’re hot~”

“You have peculiar tastes.”

Bruce settled his hands on the spy’s hips and pulled him closer. “What’s peculiar about it? We’ve got no reason to be at each other’s throats now, right?” Fox shrugged. “No..I suppose we don’t. But if you know about me then you know what I do. Relationships aren’t exactly a high priority in my line of work.” Bruce laughed. “Hey, I’m not expectin’ moonlight and blushes. Maybe just..gettin’ together once in a while and havin’ a good time~” Fox moved his head in a way that made his fluffy curls bounce. “I..I can’t promise anything but..maybe I will stop by sometime if the mood strikes me~” He shuddered slightly, feeling Bruce’s hands move lower and squeeze his ass. “Then I can only hope that mood strikes often~” Another knock on the door interrupted them. “Must be them..” Bruce sighed and went to the door to let Paul and Eric in. “Welcome to my humble abode, gentlemen. Grab a seat and make yourselves comfortable. The Boss is probably gonna be in the bathroom for a while.” Eric waved to Fox as he wandered over to the couch. “Hey this guitar is nice! Is this a Les Paul?” Bruce sat down next to him as his prized possession was admired. “Yeah it is. You know about guitars?” Eric nodded. “More about drums but yeah! I’ve been around music all my life. If I see a beautiful piece I gotta fawn over it~” While they talked music Paul watched them with a smile. “They’re cute aren’t they~?” Fox found himself blushing. “After all that’s happened between Bruce and I..would I be crazy if I said yes?” Paul patted his shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with finding love where you least expect it~”

Peter came out of the bathroom a couple of hours later, sporting a newly colored, slightly damp mane of black hair. “That took longer than I wanted it to..but how’s it look?” Eric nodded in approval. “Black hair looks good on you! Heck, I might try it myself sometime~” Paul gasped. “ERIC SINGER! If you ever cut or dye all of that beautiful hair I will leave you!”

“Babe, you wouldn’t!”

“Don’t test me!”

“Ugh babe you hurt me!”

Peter covered his laughter. “When you two lovebirds are done squawkin’ I’d like to get the hell outta here. Sure you don’t wanna come, Bruce?” Bruce shook his head. “Thanks for the offer, Boss but I’ve got some personal stuff that needs handling before I go traipsing off anywhere. When you can..lemme know where you are and I’ll come see ya. Maybe we’ll be workin’ together again in the future.” Peter nodded and shook his hand. “You got a deal~” After they said their goodbyes Peter, Eric and Paul got into Eric’s car and headed for the airport. Once they were on the highway Paul rolled down the window. “Farewell, StarChild..” he said, taking his poison lipstick out of his inside pocket and tossing it away for good.

TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART 20!

#Shandi's drabbles #KISS AU writings #the StarChild Assassin #Elegance is a master at her work~#things are about to change for everyone~#strap yourselves in this is a LONG one #plus some light sprinklings of Ace/Tommy and Eric C/Bruce for your pleasure~

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mentalmimosa · 5 years

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if, indeed

Prompt: Soulmates.

“What I don’t understand,” Crowley said, “is why they spend so much of their not-at-all unlimited time and energy looking for The One.”

Aziraphale folded down his newspaper and squinted at his friend. “The one what?”

“Pffft, you know.” Crowley waved his hands about his head, his eyes goggled stupidly. “The One.”

“Yes,” Aziraphale said patiently. Sometimes Crowley was like this, exasperatingly vague-- especially on a morning after a spectacular bender when the angel extended an invitation for brunch. There was no rule that said Crowley had to pop over just because Aziraphale asked, no matter how scrumptious Aziraphale knew his French toast was, how perfectly crisp and browned his bacon. Not that Crowley had ever actually admitted to enjoying either, but nor, the angel noted now with a spark of triumph, had his friend left a scrap on his plate.

Now the demon leaned over said plate, glaring. “Their soulmate, you git. That’s what they call them: The One.”

This was news to Aziraphale, the sort of news that one generally didn’t find in The Times: that is to say, incorrect.

“Do they now?” he said. “Huh. How very odd.”

“Yes. It’s in all their novels and things, their plays, you know. Art. I’d have thought you’d have noticed.”

“Huh,” said Aziraphale again. “From whom did they get that idea?”

Crowley’s eyebrow shot up. “From our side, I should think. The great minds that brought you Adam and Eve and all that. Set up a binary system right from the start, didn’t you? Of course they’re gonna follow that.”

“Well,” Aziraphale said nervously, for the thought had never occurred, “more than likely, it was for simplicity’s sake, you know. Or perhaps after creating two of such complex species, the Lord was a bit, er, tuckered out.”

This, Aziraphale well knew, wasn’t true. The original plans for the Garden of Eden--plans to which he’d been privy but over which he’d had no creative control, sadly--had always included two of what God called “humans” but Gabriel had lavishly dubbed “angels sans wings,” at least until the Lord had gotten wind of it and (so far as Aziraphale understood) told Gabriel to stop improvising and stick to the script.

And it had been part of the script, too, for each human not to be limited in the choice of fruitful (physical and/or metaphorical) partnerships; there was not, Aziraphale was certain, A single One. It had been brought up In the Beginning, of course, a suggestion from Michael and his ramrod straight lot: Script their stories. Write their tales. Set them loose only on the paths we have chosen for them, et cetera. It was silly, Aziraphale had thought then, though of course no one had asked his opinion; why go to all the trouble of creating something as wondrous as a world and then spoil it by dictating everything? They had already built a universe at the Lord’s direction, following every instruction to a T, and the whole point of the Earth, Aziraphale had believed, was to give God a go at a different sort of direction: free will and choice and all that.

In the sense, good sense had won and the humans were set to wander about and fight and mate and wander still further as they liked. It had taken a bit of getting used to; it had taken centuries for the Lord to stop losing Her temper and lashing out with natural disasters whenever the humans did something she didn’t like. But never in all those millennia had Aziraphale known the Supreme Being to give a toss about any human’s love life--aside from that young girl in Judea whose marriage to a carpenter had been so fortuitously timed with God’s sudden itch for offspring. No human had a singular solemate per se; how odd, the angel thought, neatly folding his newspaper and setting it aside with care, for them to focus on the notion of The One.

“No,” he said with a firm shake of his head. “That isn’t ours.”

“Are you sure?” Crowley was smirking now, the telltale curl of his lip that Aziraphale had long since learned meant ha! the angel doesn’t have all the facts.

“No,” Aziraphale said again. “I’m certain. We wouldn’t lie to them about something like that.”

Crowley sat back a little, his mouth still quirked. There was a peak of gleam in his eyes. “Oh, come on. Yes, you would.”

“May I remind you that the whole nonsense of marriage was, as you put it, one of yours? We’d cast our lot pretty clearly with celibacy.”

“Well, I can’t take credit for it directly,” Crowley said with a snort, “but I know the lad who whispered into the ear of the right elder during the early days of the Church. He’s the one who rejiggered Paul’s letters, that elder was. Heh!” Here here grinned at Aziraphale. “Difficult to be celibate when God’s book is telling you to have shack up and have kids, isn’t it?”

Aziraphale sighed. “I did warn them about the dangers of dictation, Crowley. Wrote many a strongly worded letter along those lines.”

“I’m sure you did.”

“I’d be surprised if any of them were opened, frankly.”

“Ach,” Crowley said. He patted Aziraphale’s arm. “That was their mistake, then, wasn’t it? Don’t be hard on yourself about it.”

“Still,” Aziraphale said, “regardless of whose fault it is, that still leaves us with the same problem.”

“What problem?”

“How do we dissuade all the people wandering about out there that love is the goal, hmm, the thing they should be striving for. Not this silly notion of The One. What if that one lives halfway around the world, after all?”

“True.”

“They’ve barely mastered seafaring, after all, in this part of the world, at least. What if you’re born in a bog in Ireland or something and your One lives at the tip of Cape Horn? What’s the likelihood of you finding them or them blundering up this way to find you?”

“Somewhere less than zero.”

Aziraphale frowned, his thoughts distressed and zooming about at a thousand miles an hour. “Or who’s to say if this One will walk the earth at the same time that you do? What if they’re only born after you die?”

“Az.”

“Or what if you get married to a bloke who seems nice and then a few later, alakazam! You run into The One in the street.”

Crowley’s hand on his forearm tightened. “Aziraphale.”

“What?”

“Calm down.”

“But--!”

“I was only pulling your leg,” Crowley said. His friend looked genuinely distressed. “Needling at you, you know. I wasn’t trying to get you upset.”

“I’m not upset, I’m”--here Aziraphale flailed--“distressed on someone else’s behalf.”

“You feel too much, angel. You always have. Sensitive as all get out when it comes to the humans, aren’t you? Have been since they day that we met.”

“Yes, well,” Aziraphale said with a bit of a sniff. “I like them.”

He had always done, ever since he’d first see the sketches of their original design: when it came to people, truly, these fragile creatures so dependent on their corporeal form, Aziraphale had been in love since they were merely an idea.

Crowley’s fingers slipped to his. “I shouldn’t have teased you,” the demon said kindly. “Not about them. I’m sorry, my friend.”

Aziraphale met his eyes, felt his own tear at the fondness he found there. “Apology accepted.”

Crowley’s mouth lifted and it seemed, for a moment at the breakfast table in 1815, that there was something very much more to be said. It hung in the air between them, the air stuffy with the smell of old books and powdered sugar and, if one sniffed very sternly, a hint of last night’s wine. Aziraphale’s soul sang with affection; not for the first time, his cheeks colored and something very deep in him trembled and he wondered, asked: should I give this voice?

But then there was a clatter of hooves on the cobblestones outside, a shout of a man in the street, and the moment--fragile as it was, like the softest spun sugar--gave way over their empty plates and gently, inexorably collapsed.

“Anyway,” Crowley said, sliding his hand free and looking vaguely embarrassed, “it was the humans who came up with it, this whole daft notion of The One.”

Aziraphale cleared his throat and reached for his coffee. “Really?”

“Yeah. They think it’s romantic or something, I guess, the idea of having a soulmate. Very silly if you ask me.”

“Oh yes,” the angel said, busying himself with the cream and the sugar and keeping his gaze from Crowley’s face, his mouth still full of all the mad things he’d quite nearly said. “Very silly indeed. Not to mention factually inaccurate. Not my definition of romantic at all.”

Crowley chuckled. The sound was a little pained. “For them, angel, I think silly and romantic go hand in hand.”

Later, when his friend had gone and he’d washed and set away the dishes, Aziraphale sat in his favorite window seat with a book on his lap. He’d no idea what it was; he’d tugged it from the shelf at random. After ten minutes gazing out at the street, he hadn’t made it past the flyleaf. It was just as well, really, for he would have been unable to read the words on any page: Crowley’s face in that crystalline moment--gentle, full of affection, fear dampened for hope--would not, could not, leave his mind.

How many times over the years had the demon looked at him thus? There was no way to know. How many times had the angel caught him doing so? A hundred, at least. Perhaps more. How many times had he allowed himself to gaze back? Far fewer. Far fewer, indeed.

But never before, as he had on this rainy April day, had he come so close to expressing what had hung for so long in the place he liked to think of as his heart.

I love you. Is that what he would have said? I adore you, even when you irritate me, darling Crowley. Perhaps especially then.

He’d let it slip by, hadn’t he, like a lost ship in the night, and who knew if such a chance--such a shot of sudden if incomplete bravery--might ever sail by his way again?

What if you spent millenia staring into the eyes of The One and never said anything, never reached for him, never acknowledged that he had become, as they said, the very sun in your sky?

“Oh dear,” Aziraphale sighed, tipping his forehead against the foggy glass. “Oh my dear. If, indeed.”

#aziraphale/crowley #otp: ineffable #mutual pining

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seromreven · 5 years

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Ooh I love kinky John!!! Could you please write a John x F! Reader where she pegs him (it takes a lot of convincing) and he totally loves it?

this was, uh, interesting to write

1962,

“I promise you, darling. It’ll feel so good,” you whispered into the soft skin of John’s neck as you made a light trail of kisses down to the collarbone. He shivered at the light touches you made across his flushed skin as he fully laid naked on the neatly folded duvets on bed.

“I trust you, ah,” he was interrupted by a shiver as you bit down gently on his skin, “I’ve just… just never tried anything like.”

His hands were a featherlight touch on your naked hips as you were straddling him; giving his neck all the attention. Your hands were busy supporting your own weight as you leaned over him, your knees hard on the mattress. You gave him the slightest of pecks on his cheek as you leaned back and gently placed a hand on his cheek.

“You’ve done it plenty times on me,” you commented as you caressed his cheek with the lightest of touches. You wanted to peg him so bad. To see him flat on his back, open wide for you, moaning as you in slow, excruciating paces, moved inside him. But not if he didn’t want to. Not without his consent. His verbal consent.

“Yeah,” he nodded at the stated fact; his head bouncing on the soft mattress in response to him doing so. He seemed to be thinking it through and you were patient in waiting out his response. His erect cock was still at half mast and you willed yourself the thought that the proposed idea hadn’t been a complete turn-off.

“You can imagine I’m Paul, if that’s the issue,” you joked and John looked up at you with a sudden fierce blush.

“N-No! It’s not that,” he quickly muttered and glanced to his side, biting his lip. He made an adorable sight; face flushed down to the base of his neck as his chest slight went up and down as he laid in thought. Without warning; he sat slightly up with the support of his forearms. You scooted back at the sudden lack of space and blinked at him. He looked uncharacteristically stern.

“Let’s do it.”

He simply said with a nod and you gave out a pearl of laughter and the way it was done. “Really?” You asked in-between your gleeful laughter and he quickly joined you with a continuous nodding. “Yeah,” came from him as you gave you a light pat on your thigh and you jumped off the bed with a clap of your hands.

“Okay, um,” you spun around in a circle as you tried to remember the various locations of the items needed. Oh! Okay, you knew it now. You turned to John again and ordered him, as stern as you could muster, that he needed to lie back down. Which he promptly did as his usual smirk finally returned to his face.

Hurrying around the bedroom on your bare feet; it didn’t take long before you found the much-needed items. Lube, check. Pillow for support, check. And most important; the harness and dildo. Check!

Telling John to lift his bum; the pillow was quickly placed to it’s designated position. And putting on the harness was something in and of itself, but it got done and so that only left the really fun part. You had moved John to the edge of the bed and as you now stood in front of it, your knees slightly hitting the soft material, you looked down at his flushed cock with excitement.

“Ready, darling?”

You asked as you started lubing up your index fingers with one hand as the other lifted up his legs to your shoulders. They were spread out and you watched as his dick sprang back to life with excitement while John laid further up all rather whimpering, though you were yet to truly touch him.

You placed a soft peck to the ankle of his feet as you entered his ass with one finger, It earned you yelp from the man and you could see his cock twitch at the sensation as you massaged and moved your finger around. You continued to prep him and slowly came to a point of adding another finger; much to the audible pleasure of John.

His hands had gone back to their position of clinging onto the duvet covers for dear life as you moved in slow circles inside of him. He whimpered and he moaned and, well, it worked wonders in making you just as excited. You had never thought just sounds would get you so aroused but he truly sounded like a masterpiece as he laid down in total ecstasy. And it only escalated as you added the third and last finger.

His whole body shivered as you slowly prepared him to what would be an even bigger pleasure; one you were sure of he was unknown to yet. So you smirked when you pulled out your fingers, wiping them off on the duvets that were going to be messy anyhow, and slowly entered his fully prepared hole with the lubed up dildo.

His body tensed up at the new sensation and you whispered sweet nothings and told him to relax as you leaned in and started moving the way he had done to you many times before. Just the way you liked it, and you were excited to see his reaction to it. And by all accounts; he loved it as pre-cum leaked from his untouched cock. You could give him the extra stimulation; your hands were free to do so. But you so enjoyed watching it bop up and down on his stomach as he moved with you.

“Look at me,” you managed to say in a voice that barely came out. This was an exercise that you weren’t used to and it was taking a toll on you. You were yourself reaching a certain peak as he was visibly close to too. Your darkened eyes met with a groan as you made a drastic move that turned out to be exactly what your boyfriend needed.

He yelled out as he came. Probably giving one hell of a surprise to the neighbours above and beneath you. But you had no care in the world as you continued moving in gently paces; riding out his ejaculation till all was left visible on his stomach. You pulled out in the midst of his blissful moaning and you soon had discarded the harness so carelessly on the floor and crawled up to his side with a towel in hand. He looked completely knocked out as he stared and blinked emptily at the ceiling as you wiped his stomach free of the sticky seed. The towel was just as carelessly thrown away.

You laid down beside him and studied him with a lazy smile. You were content at it seemed to be equally matched by the man on your side. You placed a soft peck on his cheek and he stirred; finally really realising your presence.

He gave out a hazed laugh, “let’s do that again sometime, yeah?”

#anonymous #ask #request #the beatles #john lennon #female reader #reader #reader insert #beatles fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #writing without any personal experience is always... something #i don't what i was gonna say #anyway!#hell is going to be fun and men get pegged

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thetygre · 6 years

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30 Day Monster Challenge 2 - Day #23: Favorite Bad Movie Monster

Alright, so most of these movies aren’t really all that bad; they’re just kind of ‘meh’. But they would have been a lot worse without these cool and/or goofy monsters.

1. Jabberwocky (Alice in Wonderland 2010)

I am prepared to disclose that Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland was not horrible, but 60% of that opinion stems from the Jabberwocky. (The remaining 40%is 30% the other monster designs and 10% lesbian subtext.) The Jabberwocky has always been my favorite part of the Alice mythos (surprise surprise), and not to sound petty, but I have dropped Alice movies just for not including the brilling beast. Burton’s Jabberwocky might not be my favorite, but it has a lot going for it. The way they treat it is basically as Wonderland’s Tarrasque; a living WMD, a legendary kaiju, the ur-monster in a world teeming with dangerous and crazy creatures. The way it wakes up is even a direct nod to Chernabog from Fantasia; they are literally equating this thing to the Devil.

Second off; Christopher Lee.

Finally, when the Jabberwocky meets Alice to fight, he says this thing about meeting his ‘old foe’, ��the vorpal one’, in battle again. It is made explicitly clear that he is talking about the vorpal blade, not Alice. And that just… I don’t want to say that that changes the entire movie, but yeah, it kind of does. The implications here are that the vorpal blade and the Jabberwocky have fought each other countless time before in the past. The history of Wonderland is just the history of a dragon and a magic sword fighting. Is the vorpal blade sentient? How many times have these two fought? This kind of transforms everything about the setting the movie has established for the last hour and a half. It’s just so filled with so much potential to me.

2. Torgo (Manos: The Hands of Fate)

Y’know, when you’re in a dark place, you have to find your own light. A source of motivation, something you can cling to to pull you through to the other side. Maybe that’s a dream, a goal at the end of the tunnel, or maybe it’s a hero, someone you can look up to. I’m not saying that Torgo is a hero, but he inspires me. There are weeks at work where I just don’t want to get out of bed in the morning. I come home at night to an empty room and fall asleep alone. It gets hard, is what I’m saying. But you know who never stopped trying, even though he hated his job and was lonely too?

Torgo. That’s who.

Everyday Torgo gets up, throws on his blazer and hat, and he goes out there and busses a haunted motel for a boss he hates. But he does it, every day. And if Torgo can do it, you can too. So you’ve got to get out there and be the best damn lackey you can. You’ve got put in the work to make it to tomorrow. And when the good times roll in and come shining down on you, you take a minute to remember the man who helped you get here. Take a minute to remember Torgo, looking down on you from Cloud No. 9, shedding a tear.

3. Radu (Seventh Son)

The Last Apprentice series is actually a pretty cool (and grim) series of dark fantasy/horror young adult novels, kind of like junior’s first Solomon Kane. The Seventh Son movie based on the series has piss-all to do with it, and its only redeeming features are some cool monster designs and Jeff Bridges. Of those cool monster designs, the stand-out for me is Radua aka Muslim Dragon Kratos. He’s one of our villain witches chief thugs, and is unnecessarily cool for a side-character. He’s got this whole Nosferatu Zodd code of honor thing, and wields these two chain blades and probably could have been the villain in his own movie.

Now that alone would have been a neat detail, but then he can turn into what I honestly consider one of the more interesting dragons in recent cinema. I talked before about how one archetype of dragons was of being these unholy, scavenger type wilderness monsters, and that’s kind of the vibe I get from Radu’s dragon form. It’s all lanky and feral looking. It has too many limbs, and it walks around like it doesn’t know how. It’s another unnecessarily cool design for such a generic movie, and it’s definitely worth checking out.

4. Krakensaurus (Jack the Giant Slayer)

I don’t want to be mean and discount Jack the Giant Slayer as ‘discount Ray Harryhausen’, but thems is the breaks, as the saying goes. The movie is kind of charming in how earnestly it plays to being a 1960s fantasy movie, with princesses in pink dresses and warlocks with goatees and a rhyming leprechaun. The movies stop-motion monsters don’t really live up to industry standards, though. But I can’t sit here and lie and say that I don’t have a special fondness for the sea monster at the end. The movie’s penultimate scene sees our heroes trying to escape the warlock’s castle, so the villain summons a two-headed giant (or ettin, if you know your monsters) which looks suspiciously like one of Ray Harryhausen’s cyclopes. Trapped in a sea cave, the rhyming leprechaun trapped in a bottle (roll with it) summons a sea monster to deal with the problem.

Sometimes it’s the little things in life, like watching two weird looking monsters fight to the death. Our sea monster is a blue-green mixture of kraken and allosaurus, and I’m pretty sure its toy had more detailing than the actual moving model. When this guy showed up on the screen, six year old me was hype enough to punch through a wall. I spent the next week drawing pictures of him so I wouldn’t forget him. This movie has 100% more sea monsters and singing leprechauns than The Seventh Voyage of Sinbad, and that almost makes up for its deficit skeleton warriors.

5. Queen of the Lair (She Creature 2001)

Stan Winston was on the helm for this little lady’s monster design, and it shows. A mermaid queen, it’s hard to tell if her monster form is her real shape or just something she can morph into. Even her basic mermaid form is pretty interesting; the split tails remind me of sirens or tritons. Her monster shape, though, is pure Stan Winston gold. There’s more than a little bit of the xenomorph queen in there, between the crest and the fangs. Someone threw it into a blender with a sea serpent and a viper fish and what comes out is the most badass mermaid to ever slink across cinema. She rips people’s heads off, her tail is covered with bone spikes, and she can sing a siren song to summon up her mermaid swarm. Oh, and psychic impregnation powers. That part’s kind of important.

6. She Creature (She Creature 1956)

Aforementioned sea monster queen was part of a series of horror films based on old b-movies, so this is the original She Creature. Even today, this is one of my favorite designs from the 1950s. Paul Blaisdell might just be the king of B-movie monster suits, and belongs up there with Ray Harryhausen in the great monster hall of fame. The she creature looks like the sum product of an orc, a lobster, and a scorpionfish. It’s a shame you only see her in monochrome, because her color scheme is a startling mix of green and pink. What I find most fascinating is the concept that this is supposed to represent some parallel evolutionary stage of humanity. This is supposed to be a different version of Homo sapiens that never left the sea. Stan Winston’s mermaid queen is great, but I would still love to see an updated and more articulate version of this design.

7. Vampire Spawn (Van Helsing)

This raises so many questions. So the crux of Van Helsing is that Dracula needs Frankenstein’s monster to power a force-field that will allow his swarms of vampire spawn to survive past infancy. I bet you thought vampires reproduced by biting people, right? Well, apparently they also have egg-sacs. Just, massive, Aliens style egg-sacs full of bat/human fetus monsters hungry for blood. It’s so stupid that I love it. These things are horrible and adorable; they remind me of chupacabras. I want one as a familiar, or at least statted up for a tabletop roleplaying game. Just really try to avoid thinking about the whole egg-sacs thing and all the implications that brings to vampire mythology.

8. Emperor Tyrannus (Attack of the Super Monsters)

I don’t… I don’t think I have the strength to really get into Attack of the Super Monsters. When I watched it, liquor was involved. Describing it reads like a parody of Japanese media that involves anime, men in monster suits, and giant robots meant to sell collectible toys. But it’s real, and the realest shit ever is Emperor Tyrannus. Emperor Tyrannus is literally a giant tyrannosaurus rex who is the evil mastermind of an underground civilization of dinosaurs. The dinosaurs talk, because shut up, and Emperor Tyrannus in particular talks with a villain voice that I just can’t really convey through text. I think the closest I can get is saying that he sounds like someone doing an imitation of Brian Blessed while having a stroke. Emperor Tyrannus shoots laser beams from his eyes that mind control the other dinosaurs into being evil, and watches them fight a hermaphroditic cyborg superhero in a drill/airplane. Look, you need to see this for yourself. I’m not doing this justice. Get your friends, find the DVD, and strap in for a wild ride.

9. Witch Tree (The Last Witch Hunter)

The Last Witch Hunter is another guilty pleasure move where Vin Diesel brings what I’m pretty sure is one of his D&D characters to a movie and somehow ropes Michael Cain and Elijah Wood into it with him. Our villains are, in a surprising twist, witches that cook up some fairly grotesque magic. One of the creatures meant to act as the witches’ guardians is a magical sentinel, and it just goes so hard and so dark for what amounts to a stick golem. It’s the fine details that make this construct stand out. The extra limbs let it move faster and have extra attacks, the jawbones around the front form a crude mouth, and the branch rib-cage makes it look like something that used to be alive instead of something that was just magically summoned. There’s so much work poured into this one monster, and it’s definitely a treat to see it at the end of the movie. Rethink your golems, kids; treat yourself better.

10. Giant Leeches (Attack of the Giant Leeches)

I used to be pretty intensely leech-phobic when I was younger (and by younger, I mean a couple of years ago), but even then I knew the giant leeches were lame. Incredibly lame. Like, honestly kind of pathetic. I kind of like them out of a bizarre sense of pity. Giant leeches should scare me, but these guys are just goofy. A leech isn’t a hard design; it’s a tube with a sucker on each end. But I am almost convinced that the person who designed these monsters had never actually seen a leech, or possibly even a worm. But the movie still treats them with all the dignity and awe of the Creature of the Black Lagoon. There are prolonged sequences of these guys swimming underwater, floating around like hungry garbage bags. These things are not, nor were they ever, leeches; they are some kind of aquatic octopus or confused anemone. That’s why they need our love, our protection; because they’re too stupid to survive by themselves.

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My (respectful) Love Island Contestant Review 💖

So after slagging off Love Island to my family when it came on this year I am now fully into the show and can’t bear to miss a single episode. It took one episode and I was hooked. I’d never watched it before and so didn’t think it was worth my time but there is something about the show that just makes me want to keep watching. It gets to a point where you feel like you know the contestants on a personal level and can tell you as much about them as their best mate probably could. Here is how I currently view each contestant and my opinions based on what I’ve seen of them on the show.

Megan and Wes

At first I thought Wes was a bit of a bad guy after he got rid of Laura to be with Megan. Now I see though that Wes and Megan make a much better couple and they are much better suited for one another. I do think though that he could have gone about ending things with Laura in a much better way and Megan could have been a bit nicer in the situation as well. Since being with Wes I’ve noticed Megan is much more relaxed and you see her wearing more jumpers in bed rather than sexy lingerie. I prefer seeing this more natural side to Megan and also her vulnerability as well. You can see you is insecure about her past and wants to make a good impression when she meets his family. It just goes to show how much she really does like him. They are always getting ‘caught in the act’ which does make me question if their relationship is just a physical one. From everything I’ve seen from them then I believe there is more to their relationship than just that. I’m not a big fan of them both but I’m glad they are doing well.

Alex and Alexandra

I had high hopes at first for these two but once new Laura came into the villa you could clearly see Alex had his head turned and was no longer interested in Alexandra. He did the right thing though and told her that he wanted to get to know the new girl. Once he realised though that Laura was more interested in Jack he started paying Alexandra more attention again. I understand that Alexandra probably felt a bit like the second option in this situation but she didn’t help her case after quickly falling back into old ways with Alex once they had recoupled. Things continued between the two of them but at a slow pace as Alex didn’t want to feel any pressure. The other night he told Alexandra that he didn’t feel things were working out and he was right in doing so as on their last date she seemed very eager for Alex to meet her parents but you could see Alex felt very overwhelmed by the whole prospect. The past few days he has received a lot of negative attention because he dumped Alexandra but at the end of the day I don’t see anything wrong with what he did. I believe he generally wanted to give things another go with Alexandra and gave it enough chance to see if things would work and when they didn’t he was completely honest with her. Of course Alexandra was annoyed at him and upset but it’s not his fault they just weren’t on the same page. Alex never lied to her face or was actually mean to her.

Paul and Laura

Laura by far has to be my favourite contestant. She’s be broken hearted by Jack and Wes and lied to by Georgia and Megan who claim to be her mates. She is nothing but nice to everyone and listens to all their drama but others are rarely there for her. Laura gets a lock of backlash but she deserves to have been treated a lot better than what she has been in the villa. She has only ever reacted to her situations in the same way anyone else in her shoes would and always ends up having to be the bigger person. I think her and Paul are well suited and he fact they are more similar in age defiantly helps. I think they have a lot more in common than what Laura had in previous couples and his maturity that comes with age is defo what she needs after the young guys pied her off. I do think Paul could have a little more enthusiasm occasionally as he sometimes seems a bit bored but you can tell he liked Laura from the start and that they both care a lot about one another. I have high hopes for these two. Both seem nice and considerate and the kind of people I could see myself getting along with in person.

Charlie and Ellie

These two are my favourite couple from the villa. I know Jack and Dani are set to win it but the fact that Ellie is so mad and Charlie is so laid back just makes for a hilarious duo. Charlie keeps Ellie in check and seems to make her a better person in doing so. Since leaving the villa they seem to be doing very well and have already moved in together. I find them so cute together and also have big respect for Ellie after she was the only one to stick up for Laura in the villa and confront the lying Georgia.

Jack and Laura

I really liked Jack at first (and fancied him) but after what happened with old Laura I felt like I really saw his young side and that he still has a lot of learning to do in terms of relationships. When new Laura came in even I thought she was hot so no surprise the newly single Jack went for her. In my opinion they are 100% the best looking couple. I love Laura because she is the only female athlete to have been on the show so I have a lot of respect for her and I think she’s really cool. My only issue though is that when her and Jack went on their date I noticed that Laura didn’t actually ask Jack many questions about himself and talked about herself for pretty much the whole date. This grated on me a bit and made me question if her feelings for Jack were that real. After the lie detector challenge though I believed she was as she began crying lots to Jack about her feelings and how she normally runs away from them. Obviously she couldn’t do this on Love Island though. It made get the feeling that she normally runs aways surfing when things start to get serious so maybe the programme has done her a favour this time round. I don’t know if things will last outside the villa for these two as Laura seems a bit of a free spirit but only time will tell I guess.

Josh and Kaz

I thought these two were always well suited for one another and although it was upsetting to see how loyal Georgia was to him while he was in the other villa he didn’t actually do anything that wrong. He couldn’t tell Georgia what was going on and so unfortunately she had to find out in the most savage way thanks to the show. I think Josh and Kaz are the only couple that can possibly rival Jack and Dani as they bot get on so well and seem to be very much in love. My only issue is that in the baby challenge Josh was the worst dad there by far. He wanted to be as far away as possible from the plastic baby at all times and even seemed a little scared of it. It was all hilariously summed up at the end when he accidentally pulled the baby’s arm off. I was wetting myself at that point. I also find it funny how Josh kinda looks like Alex the lion from Madagascar.

Jack and Dani

Set to win this show because they simply are the best couple. Not perfect but have been together since the beginning and had a connection from day one. Jack adores Dani and cares so much about her. This can sometimes cause arguments between the two of them though as Jack cares a lot about what Dani thinks of him and gets defensive if she ever thinks badly of him. Also Dani has a lot of insecurity about being cheated on but at the end of the day I don’t think Jack would ever do that to her. She has really changed him for the better and they are already like an old married couple so I can’t see them finding anyone else outside the villa.

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