#polaroid fun shooter

[venus616]

Hi!! Requesting a spicy tasm!peter fic where he puts his photography skills to use if ya know what I mean 🔥🫶🏽

his muse; {p.p.}

Pairing: peter parker x f!reader (gif is tasm but you can interpret this as any peter parker)

Summary: peter puts his photography skills to use when you're naked

Warnings: established relationship, smut, vaginal fingering/sex, oral sex (blowjob), praise kink (if you squint), photos during sex, language, unprotected sex, 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: hi. i love this trope So Much… like more than you will ever know, but bc i love it and i’ve seen it done multiple times with peter i was very scared to even do anything with it sjnksks but here is my finished product, i hope you like it~

(Also- it is my gift to anyone who actually likes reading my content bc ive been gone for a While and will be gone for another 2-3 weeks bc finals are not fun! so i hope this is good, enjoy!)

You’re putting away your shared laundry when you hear a loud noise on your window sill. You don’t even flinch this far into your relationship and only shake your head, separating your clothes from his. The window opens letting in a cool breeze and Peter’s book bag hits the ground before he gets inside. 

It's only then you look and give his body, clad in his suit, a scan and smile. “You okay?” You ask. The sun already set and the crisp winter air started to fill the room. 

He scoffs before shutting the window. You turn your body around from the basket in front of you to see Peter shaking his head while taking his camera out of his bag.

The professional camera Peter spent a year saving up for when he was 18 was sat next to your much less efficient Polaroid camera. On it, there was a photo of you two celebrating your anniversary together recently. The flash showing you kissing Peter on the cheek, he’s blushing at the attention and eyes closed from the flash. 

Peter smiled at the memory before he continued speaking. 

“Why do people think it’s okay to commit crime when I’m just getting off my shift?” He sighed before setting down his bag next to your bed.

“They’re so inconsiderate,” You pout playfully while folding his clothes into his reserved drawer at your place.

Peter looks up from unpacking and focuses on your ass poking up from your position. You feel his eyes on you as your t-shirt hangs loosely on your body, and the hair on your legs prick up from the cold in the room.

Peter takes off his mask revealing his disheveled hair and takes in the sight of you like it’s his last.

Your lacy underwear decorating the plump flesh of your butt, reminding Peter of how quickly he had to leave this morning before getting to appreciate for bandaging him up last night.

His eyes continued to scan up, seeing the old t-shirt frame your shape, admiring it as if he had x-ray vision.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Peter is brought out of his thoughts hearing your soft voice, taunting him for his staring problem.

“Don’t tempt me,” Peter quips back. He shakes his head before tossing his mask in your empty hamper. Sitting on your bed and bending over to remove his boots, his ears don’t miss your footsteps as you saunter to him.

You place your feet in between his while he looks back up to you, removing the rest of his suit. 

“It’s never stopped you before,” You cross your arms while he slips out of his suit, leaving his web shooters on. The suit is strewn across the floor and your eyes focus on Peter’s body. 

No matter how beat up he was, Peter remains to be the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. You ran your hands over his, now, yellow ribs. Compared to the purple constellation he had yesterday, you were grateful for his superhuman healing. 

He had a nasty fall yesterday, left with some scars and bruising, but thankfully this time you didn’t have to stitch him up. 

You even notice the scratch on his arm is almost gone but Peter liked wearing your special bandaids. He likes giving you a reason to buy more cartoon ones for him. 

Peter watches your eyes carefully scan his body for anything else and adores you for it. Still, he hates making you worry.

“You weren’t naked before.”

A smile creeps up on your face, a giggle disguised as a scoff when you answer: “I’m not naked.”

You don’t realize you set yourself up for Peter’s response until he smirks. His hands snake up underneath your shirt to toy with your nipples, already hard because of the cold air lingering in the room. 

A hiss escapes your mouth at feeling his larger, colder hands grip your boobs. Peter slightly grins at his effect on you. He pulls at the bottom of your shirt before raising it up your body. You oblige, pulling it over your head to toss it across your room.

His face lit up at your frontal nudity, hands placed on either side of your hips tugging at your underwear. 

“Let’s change that.” 

You roll your eyes at his response, but not without a smile plastered on your face. You could feel the heat pooling in between your thighs and the excitement in your stomach. 

“What position should I be in?” You shudder under his callus fingers. Peter lightly furrows his eyebrows when you turn, gesturing to your polaroid camera from your bedside table. 

His face relaxes when he registers what you guys are doing, not realizing how serious you were being. 

Your eyes flicker up and down his body when you turn to face him, noticing his erection bulging out of his briefs. Leaning down you use your hand to palm him through the fabric, feeling his cock pulsate in your hand.

“On your knees,” You whip your head up when Peter says that, his hands still roaming around your body. 

You quirk your eyebrow up in response. Pressing your forehead and nose to his, you plant a kiss onto his lips. Your hands are now on either of his thighs, sinking lower onto the ground as the kiss deepens. 

Before you can fully get down, you hear a light thwip and break the kiss. 

You see Peter’s wrist is flicked out with his web shooters activated, latched on to your polaroid camera. There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes before he pulls it into his hands.

Resting on your knees, you’re before him with your fingers tracing the waistband of his boxers. You carefully watch for his reactions, but he’s refamiliarizing himself with your flimsy camera you got in your teenage years as a novelty.

You cross your arms on his legs and look up at him, the camera points at you and all you can focus on is his wide smile behind the camera. “Let’s see if I still know how this works,” Peter jokes.  

You repose with both your hands on your knees, pushing your breasts out in between your arms. You didn’t realize they were hardly the focus of the photo (but still included, Peter was only human after all). 

The photo snaps and you remember you have to get used to the flash again. Blinking a few times to get used to the discomfort, the photo prints out and Peter seems pleased with himself already. 

“It hasn’t even developed yet,” You taunt, you resume palming him as you assume that was the extent of his practice shots. 

Peter shrugs while shaking the photo as gently as possible. “Hey, who’s the photographer here? I know a good subject when I see it,” He nudges you. 

When the photo barely develops, he shows you and you see yourself: half naked on your knees with your face fully in the photo. You were surprised he included that much of your face, and managed to catch you looking as confident as you could. But it was easy when Peter was behind the camera, he never fails to make you feel like his only muse. 

You blush and look away from the photo as you continue to massage him. Peter’s breath hitches at the rate at which you go at, and you smirk to yourself. 

No matter how much control Peter took in bed, he wasn’t afraid to show you how quickly he’d fold for you. It was one of the many things you appreciated about him. Another one was just how vocal he was, his whimpers before you even got to touch him were making your underwear dampen. 

When his dick starts twitching, you pull his boxers down, his cock slaps up to his stomach while he watches your movements. Locking eyes with him, you wrap both your hands around his shaft before slowly jacking him off. 

You’re mesmerized by the way his body is flexed under your touch, you almost don’t hear what he says. 

“Your mouth,” He breathes out. 

You sit up higher on your knees and kiss up his happy trail, lingering when you get closer to his cock. You hear his groan and look up, meeting his eyes.

You raise your eyebrows. “My mouth, what?” 

Your lips quirk up again, teasing him. “Use your words.” 

He rolls his eyes in response but you shake your head.  “I can stop,” You remind him. 

His brown eyes almost bulge out his head when you say that, wrapping his own hand over yours to stop your movements from pausing. He leans over to get closer to your face, the scent of you surrounding him. Peter’s face softens at your smugness. 

“Baby,” He starts. You wait to listen to how he pleads for you to stay while he leads your hands.  

“I need that pretty mouth of yours to suck my cock,” He gasps out and removes his hand when you loosen your wrist in response. Your eyes soften at the praise and Peter mentally celebrates when he leans back to his original position. 

You reposition yourself as well, with your neck getting to work as you lick a stripe underneath the shaft of his cock. Peter sharply inhales at the feeling and brings his head back up. 

You lock eyes with him when you feel the jolt in his body and open your mouth in an ‘O’ shape around the head of his cock. 

Relaxing your throat, you lower your head on his length and feel the tip of his cock hitting your uvula before you begin bobbing your head. 

Caught off guard, you could taste the saltiness of his precum on your tongue now. You gagged a bit and popped off him to lick it off in the most obscene way you could think of. 

Peter mutters, “Just like that.” and you look up. 

Forgetting he had a camera, the shutter went off to capture your tongue on the underside of his wet tip. 

You collect more saliva in your mouth while you run your hand up and down his shaft. Feeling prepared enough, you go back down on him with the drool dripping on his cock on your hands. 

Peter went crazy at the heat of your mouth and the sight of your lips around him. The only thought he had was to get the camera out again to keep this moment forever.

Getting slack jawed at this, he tangles his hands in your hair but doesn’t change your pace. He only starts pushing it out of your face as it gets in the way. 

You look up at him and see Peter pointing the camera at you as you have half his cock in your mouth. The first shot is taken, and he tries to not move too much as the photo prints out immediately.  He releases a few breathy moans at the pace you're going at while he places the new photo on the side. 

Peter silently gestures to you to get him out your mouth so you release him with a pop, flipping your hair to the side as you continue to jack him off.

“That’s good,” He mutters, when he places the camera at his eye before snapping a new photo. 

“I probably look insane,” You grumble, already feeling self conscious at how messy your hair looks, coupled alongside the drool and precum at your mouth. 

Peter shakes his head and pulls you in closer by your waist and you yelp, finding yourself now pinned under him on the bed. 

“Never,” He shakes his head, attaching his mouth to your tit as he pulls your underwear off. You immediately moan at his aggression on your sensitive nipples and he chuckles against your skin when he feels you flinch. 

Peter’s calloused hands find your clit and start massaging it, and you throw your head back in pleasure when he finds his rhythm. 

You feel a twinge of disappointment when he removes his mouth from your tits but you look up to see the camera watching you, and a shutter going off before you are even ready.

“Pete,” You warn. Your sternness doesn’t last when he slips in a finger in your embarrassingly wet cunt. You almost mewl at how full he makes you with just one finger. 

“You looked so pretty moaning like that,” Peter explains while his finger curls into you. He knew what he was doing when he smiled again, leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

Your annoyance was no match for his desperation as you eventually gave in. One of his hands cupped your cheek while his lips were frantic on yours. He’s greedy for you, almost lapping up your tongue with his own before he pulls away. 

“Just let go, forget the camera is even there,” He mumbles in your neck when you gasp at the absence of his lips. 

He slips in another finger and thrusts faster, making you nod mindlessly as you surrender all control.You grip onto his bicep as he pumps in and out of you, begging him for more friction. You can hear how wet you were, and while you were embarrassed, Peter relished in it. 

“Can you take a third for me baby?” He asks in a low voice as he sits up on the bed in between your legs. You nod vigorously but he quickly removes both fingers.

You open your mouth to complain but instead yelp out when Peter pulls both your legs closer to his chest as he kneels on the mattress. He set aside the camera briefly. 

“Yeah?” He searches for an answer.

“Yes,” You grunt out, already desperate for much more than his fingers. 

He massages your heat with his fingers again before he inserts three fingers in, jolting your body to sit up. You let out an obscene moan and couldn’t help but to massage your clit while he fucks you with his fingers. 

One hand being in competition with Peter’s while the other massages your boobs, you’re almost too dazed to notice the shutter then went off while you were closer to an orgasm.

“Fucking incredible,” Peter breathes out before putting the camera with the new photo down, and leans down to kiss you. His pace never falters, making you whimper against his lips. 

“I’m about to cum,” You announce shakily. Peter swallows your pleas with a kiss and just curls his fingers against your g-spot faster. You feel that familiar build up in the pit of your stomach and the pace of your clenching pick up. 

“Cum all over my fingers baby,” He answers, and you immediately let go. You hold Peter closer as you cum, heaving underneath him like you’re in heat. Your body Peter continues to finger you but only because he loves the way you suction around him. 

He still lets you come down from your high, kissing you through it and massaging your breasts with his free hand during. When your breathing slows down, he sits back up and removes his fingers from you. 

“Need you inside of me,” You remind him as you reach over to palm his already hard cock against his stomach.

“Gonna let me cum inside of you?” He asks, holding his cock in his hand already glistening with your wetness. He readjusts to line himself up to your pussy awaiting your answer.

You cock your head with your arms supporting your body from the bed. “I’ll let you cum wherever you want,” You say. 

Peter grunts at your answer before inserting himself into your entrance, and immediately throws his head back at the feeling, your warmth and wetness engulfing him. 

“So fucking tight,” He comments, and you silently agree as you feel yourself stretching out on him. Your eyes fluttered shut as you clenched around him. 

“Fuck,” you moan out as he finds a comfortable pace for the both of you. 

Or that’s what you thought. 

You hear a shutter from your camera and realize he took a picture (or two) of you in this position beneath him, moaning out for him flat on the bed with his cock inside of you. 

You didn’t have time to care as when he got his shots he immediately started to rock into you, and you felt the strength of him against your thighs before he picked up the pace. 

You watch him thrust into you and slowly lose himself above you.

“I love the way you feel around me,” He pants out, closing in on your body with his forearms framing your face. You nod as the bed squeaks and your hands roam his body, stopping at his shoulders and the nape of his neck. 

Peter obliges to your physical demands and dips down to suck on your neck, causing you to whimper as your body continues to jolt from his thrusts. His soft brown hair tickles your skin as his teeth chew at the sensitive skin in your neck. You don’t know whether to giggle or moan, but you’re vocal regardless. 

“Go faster,” You whine, becoming impatient with him. 

“I’m not gonna last if I go faster,” He growls against your skin, sending vibrations down your spine. He thrusted slower, bringing his hand down to the back of your knee to bend it closer to your body. You felt him hitting your g-spot repeatedly that you knew you weren’t going to last any longer like that. 

“I don’t care,” You cry out. Peter scoffs in your neck as if to say a begrudging ‘Fine.’ and kisses you on the cheek before kneeling back up. He’s already twitching inside you before he begins thrusting again. You almost forget what you got yourself into until you feel his balls slap against your cunt repeatedly. 

A string of curses escape both your mouths, yours because he’s just so big and you can feel the tension build up in your stomach again. Peter’s cusses are because you just won’t stop clenching around him in response, he feels like he might burst the next time you tighten around him. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck,” He mutters before spilling into you. 

You go slack jawed at the feeling of him cumming inside of you. It feels hot between your thighs, in between the burning feeling of his hard thighs slapping against your softer ones, and feeling him twitch and coat your insides and the outside of your cunt with his load. 

You cry out as he almost slips out of you, but realize he’s gonna take another picture. You’re not sure what to do, or what exactly he’s capturing but you decide to listen to his earlier advice and let it happen. Peter places the camera on his eye while his cock almost goes soft half away inside of you, and you can feel him rubbing his cum around your thighs and up your hips. 

He mutters another curse, before snapping the picture. You close your eyes and your legs when you decide that that was the last photo and miss how Peter compiles all of them on your bedside table. 

Eventually, you look up and see him pulling back up his underwear and beckoning you to see the photos. When you get up and see 6 photos lined up from tonight. 

One of you on your knees, your breasts protruding and almost being the main focus of the photo if it wasn't for your face. You want to laugh at how excited your eyes looked but you know it was only because of who was behind the camera. 

Two more during and after the blowjob, one of you in the middle taking Peter in your mouth and giving the camera (but really, Peter) siren eyes. The other was you slightly disheveled, but Peter swore you were the prettiest girl in the world with drool around your mouth.

A third of you being fingered, your head is thrown back in unfiltered pleasure from his fingers, your breasts sitting high on your chest as you’re on your back and your nipples were glistening in the photo due to the suckling that happened off camera. While scanning this photo, you realize that being caught in the moment wasn’t such a bad thing and Peter is silently celebrating he caught your O face in action. 

The fourth was similar but you had more control over your pleasure as you’re on camera massaging your breasts and hand on your pussy. You feel like a vixen with the way you’re fondling yourself, Peter silently agrees as he knows you look like one. 

Fifth and sixth photo show the before and after of Peter fucking you senseless. Fifth with your body being still underneath his, and the photo displaying that exhilarating feeling you both get when your bodies meet in the first thrust. And the sixth photo when you’re both comfortable enough to come down from your high together. The sticky, white cum is slayed over your sopping, wet pussy and Peter’s fingers and cock in the frame to remind you who fucks you like this. 

“Do you like these? I can burn them away if you don’t,” Peter runs his hands through his hair nervously, not trying to make you uncomfortable if the bit had gone too far. 

You only shake your head with a laugh bubbling in your throat at his consideration and hug his much taller frame from behind. It felt good to rest your head on his back, while his arms engulf yours from the front. 

“I love them, I love you,” You speak low but loudly enough so he can hear, and feel, your words. 

“Which ones do you want to keep?” He asks. 

You know it’s out of courtesy, just one of those things you two got used to asking each other after taking pictures on this camera. You kept the silly anniversary photo while he kept the very nice one he took of you. 

“It’s all for you,” You answer. Peter sputters quickly, turning back around to see your face when you say it, you only nod in full seriousness. 

He leans down to kiss your cheek as a thank you and you only smile back. 

“I think you’d get more use out of it than me,” You add with a tinge of humor. Peter only plays it off with another suggestion while hugging you from the front. His arms wrap around your shoulders while you rest your head in the crook of his neck. 

“You know what though?” He asks, trailing his hands down to your naked hips, stopping to cup the round of your ass. 

“What?” You mutter in his hold, already feeling your body heat up at the thought of round 2. 

Peter smirks before snaking one of his hands to your pussy. Knowing that you’re about to start throbbing, at the thought of him. You gasp before he speaks and he chuckles while he proposes his new idea. 

“I think it’s only fair if we make a movie now.”

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Polaroid Fun Shooter flash camera (pink)!!! Minor water damage </3 I love him sm :D

#OS #objectum #objectophilia #camera

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Death Warmed Up by Ger Gray Via Flickr: Nikon Ftn Photomic Expired 2008 Unknown 800asa film stolen from a Polaroid Fun Shooter Waterproof disposable camera and shot at 400asa. Tetenal C41 / Jobo Epson F3200

#Analogue #Building #Camera #Developed #Development #Epson #35mm #Expired #Film #FilmCamera #F3200 #Glasgow #HomeDeveloping #Jobo #Light #Bus #Nikon #People #Scotland #SelfDeveloping #Scene #Street #Shadows #Sign #Tetenal #Urban #Vintage #Wall #Window #Waterproof

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Saigon, Vietnam (2019) // Polaroid Fun Shooter Disposable Camera

#35mm #film photography #cityscapes #urban photography #street photography #saigon #ho chi minh city #vietnam #polaroid fun shooter #disposable camera #annafyuen #35mm film #filmisnotdead

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God Only Knows

Chapter Six

Episode: S03xEp20 & S04xEp01

Pairing: slow burn Aaron Hotchner x fem!OC. 

Summary: The team fly to New York for a case involving a serial shooter. They reunite with Y/n, who is assisting them in the investigation, and soon uncover a terrorist plot. Can Hotch and Y/n both make it out alive? 

Warnings: Mentions of shootings+blood.

Word Count: 3. 6k

(a/n: lmao it’s chapter six and they haven’t even hugged) 

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New York had a serial killer. At least, that’s what the current evidence suggested. The team had boarded the jet and headed to assist in the investigation, the pilot taking off as they discussed the case. 

Once they finished the brief and settled into their seats, Reid spoke up, “Do you think we’ll see Y/n? She’s been in New York for, what, four months now?”  

Hotch suddenly seemed very interested in the files in front of him. He and y/n had kept in contact. About a week after she left, a letter sealed in a crinkled envelope with her name on it had found its way onto her desk. He’d written her a letter. She’d opened it quickly, but was careful not to tear it. It was mostly about the team, their cases and how they were. He spoke a little about his son Jack and had asked how she was getting on in her new city. He made sure to write ‘temporary city,’ not letting her get any ideas about staying. 

She planned on writing him back but wanted to tease him a little and so she texted him. 

Y/n: You wrote me a letter. 

A few moments went by before her phone buzzed and she picked it up eagerly. 

Hotch: I did. 

Y/n: You know, you could just text me? 

Hotch: A letter is more personal. 

Y/n: Is that something you want from me, Aaron? To be personal? 

Y/n smirked to herself and pressed the tip of her pen to her cheek, biding her time until Hotch responded. She thought she had the upper-hand. She was always able to make him flustered. 

Hotch: Yes. 

Suddenly she was the one blushing. 

On the jet, Hotch smiled at the memory of their messages. A letter had, in fact, found its way onto his desk in Washington a few days later. It included a Polaroid of the Empire State building and one of Y/n holding up a hot dog in front of a food stand and a random sign post. She had obviously taken it herself, turning the camera around and just managed to catch her smile in the frame, her chin not appearing in the picture. He wouldn’t admit to anyone that he kept the latter in his brief case. He felt slightly ridiculous about it, they weren’t dating, he’d never even touched her with the exception of a pinky finger that had grazed the back of her hand at Rossi’s. 

“Hotch?” 

The man quickly tuned back into the conversation, seeing his team all looking at him, Garcia smiling cheekily from her seat. 

“Do you know if she’s working on this?” Emily asked him. 

“Um, no. I’m not sure,” He responded. 

“Well, I hope she is. It’d be great to see her. Such a lovely girl,” Rossi subtly jabbed with a smile. 

The team quietly laughed, trying not to make fun of their boss too much. Hotch simply rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his face. 

--- 

“Aaron,” Kate spoke as she shook hands with him. 

“How have you been?” He asked, mostly out of courtesy. 

“Well, thank you.” 

“This is my team,” He said, going around and introducing everyone. 

“Have you two worked together before?” JJ asked. 

“Yes we lia-” 

Before he could finish speaking, he heard footsteps coming around the corner and in his peripheral, there was his Captain. 

She hadn’t spotted him yet, her attention focused on a clipboard. She pointed to something on it before handing it off to the man she was walking with. And then she looked up. And there he was. 

She held eye contact with him for a moment, almost as if trying to figure out if he was actually stood there. Then she smiled and started walking towards the group. 

“Hotchner,” She grinned. 

“Hey trouble,” He responded before he could help himself, a discrete smile making its way onto his face. 

“Trouble? I don’t know what you mean,” She teased. 

The team stood smiling behind the two before Rossi cleared his throat, “Good to see you too, kid.” 

Hotch stepped slightly to the side so she could see the team. She was about to respond but Agent Joyner butted in, “I see you’ve already met Agent Miller?” 

“Um, yes, we’re acquainted,” Hotch said quickly, having forgotten Joyner was stood with them. 

“They’re acquainted alright,” JJ whispered to Garcia, who had to bite her lip to refrain from giggling. 

“Well, there will be time to play catch-up later,” Kate dove into an explanation of the surveillance system to Garcia and soon the two detectives that caught the first shooting walked in. 

Joyner took a large step closer to Hotch, standing far too close to him for Y/n’s liking, and asked, “Can I have a word with you in private?” 

“Sure,” He responded, stealing a glance at Y/n before walking away. 

“Do they...know each other?” Y/n asked as she turned back to the group. 

“They did some work together when she was at Scotland Yard,” Prentiss told her. 

Y/n ‘hmmed’ to herself as she cast a glance into Kate’s office. It was safe to say her new boss wasn’t overly fond of her, or any of her employees. Everyone in the New York office had heard that she was getting some heat from her superiors and that they may even be looking for a replacement. 

When she turned back around to speak to the team they were stood smiling at her, “What?” 

“Is that a little jealously we hear in your voice, Captain Miller?” Rossi teased. 

“And what exactly would I be jealous of?” 

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe that another woman seems very interested in your little boyfriend over there,” Morgan grinned, walking closer to her. 

“Well, lucky for you, hot stuff, I am very much single so when are you gonna take me out on a date?” She teased right back. Was she trying to avoid confessing that she was, in fact, a little jealous? Absolutely. 

“I will take you out any time baby girl, just let me know when your heart’s not occupied by another man and I’m yours,” He retorted, shooting a wink at her. 

“Shut up, Morgan,” She whacked him lightly on his chest, him stumbling back as though he was in pain. 

Another agent walked up and said something to Y/n, handing her a file before she spoke again, “We should get to work.” 

---

The team had taken the day to construct a profile, delivering it to the NYPD and the F.B.I New York office. The next morning came quickly and Hotch was more than aware of the fact he had barely seen Y/n. Soon, another day had flown by without them having the chance to talk properly. 

It was 8AM when Y/n was stood at her desk, strapping an F.B.I bullet proof vest on. She had her button down and suit jacket slung over the desk chair, just stood in a white cami. She needed to look enough like a civilian to not attract attention when walking around. 

“Hi.” 

She smiled, hearing the deep voice behind her. She looked behind her and then turned around, “Hey, stranger.” 

Hotch let a sheepish smile come to his face, “I’m sorry, we’ve not really had too much time to talk.” 

“That’s okay,” She said, “We’re working the same case, Hotch. I know how important it is we catch them.” 

Y/n grabbed the shirt from her desk chair and started buttoning it on. Hotch watched her nervously as she did so before speaking, “Are you going somewhere?” 

“Yeah, I’m patrolling the street with Prentiss and Detective Cooper. Figure you can’t be too careful with these guys,” She smiled as she picked up the suit jacket. 

“Hold on,” Hotch interrupted as he stepped closer to her. He raised his hand to her shoulder and picked up the velcro strap of her vest and fastened it in place properly, it had been poking out the side of her collar. He let his hand linger for a second before snapping out of it and placing it back at his side. His eyes flickered to her and he found her already looking at him. 

“Thanks,” She spoke softly. 

“Be careful. We don’t know where they’re going to hit next,” Hotch replied, speaking as softly. 

“I’m a big girl Hotchner, I’ll be okay.” 

“I-” 

“Aaron,” Kate interrupted as she strutted through the office, raising an eyebrow at the lack of distance between the two. 

“You ready to review? I want to get as far ahead of these blokes as possible,” She continued and gestured for him to follow her. 

“Of course, give me a minute?” He responded, not paying too much attention to her. The Agent humphed to herself before turning and walking away. 

Y/n crossed her arms across her chest, “Emily said you two liased?” 

Hotch smirked at her, raising an eyebrow, “Now, that wouldn’t be jealousy in your tone would it?” 

She leant further back on her desk and averted her gaze, “Nope.” 

“Because,” He stepped closer again with a smirk, “If it were, I would have to tell you our relationship is, and has always been, professional.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yes.” 

“And ours?” 

Hotch smiled and went to respond- 

“Anyone seen Miller?” 

Damn it, Emily. 

Hotch cleared his throat and stepped back from her, a discrete blush rising to his cheeks. 

Y/n laughed a little before standing up straight and putting her blazer on, “I’m just coming!” 

She shot Hotch a quick wink before she retreated, walking up to Emily with a smile, “Let’s go.” 

The pair stepped into the elevator before Y/n spoke again, “Where’s Detective Cooper?” 

“He’s waiting for us outside,” Emily replied. A moment of quiet hovered in the air, the two trying to hold in their smiles.

“I’m just saying, but I think if Hotch got any closer to you he would have been mounting you,” Emily finally spoke. 

“Emily Prentiss!!” Y/n spat out in shock. 

The dark haired woman laughed, “What! I’m just saying what I saw!” 

---

Y/n, Emily and Detective Cooper were all stood on the street, having just exited the subway station. Out of nowhere a loud gunshot echoed through the street, Y/n’s head snapping up and looking around for any sign of where it came from. 

“Garcia!” Emily spoke into her comms.

“I’m on it,” The analyst spoke back, stress lacing her voice, “16th and Broadway! He’s running East on 16th!” 

“He’s headed our way,” Y/n spoke and they took off. 

They rounded the corner and slowed, taking in the street. Suddenly a black male, approximately 20-30 years old wearing a dark grey hoodie turned and started running away. The group drew their guns and started chasing him down, pedestrians flying out of their way, pushing themselves against the wall to avoid being hit. 

“Move! Move!” Cooper shouted, narrowly pulling in front of Emily and Y/n. 

“Out of the way!” Y/n shouted, following quickly behind him. 

The unsub quickly glanced round, checking if he was still being followed and fired his gun. The bullet hit the wall beside Y/n’s head, pieces of brick and dust fell on her skin, cutting her cheek open. She hissed in pain but kept running, she’d be damned if she let this guy get away. 

She saw Cooper round the corner seconds before her and a gun shot sounded. She quickly followed him but before she could pull the trigger on her own gun, she was shot in the abdomen. The impact of the shot pushed her down, falling with a crash against the asphalt. In her peripheral, she saw Emily catch up and shoot the unsub twice in the chest.

Panicked, Emily ran over to Y/n who only wheezed, “I’m okay, I’m okay! I’m wearing a vest, go help him!” 

Prentiss let out a huge sigh of relief, thankful that her friend hadn’t actually been hit, and ran over to cooper, “Garcia! We’ve got an officer down 16th West of Union Square!” 

Y/n was temporarily winded from the hit so she spent a second catching her breath. Her eye started stinging as the blood from her cheek started to run. She sat up slowly as an ambulance pulled up, the medics jumping out to help Cooper. 

One ran over to her but she quickly spoke, “I’m okay, just a flesh wound. Help him.” 

She pushed herself to her feet and stumbled over to Emily, still feeling a little woozy. She looked down at Cooper, assessing the hits he’d taken. They were both in his upper abdomen but he was still awake and still breathing so that was something.

Emily turned to face her, her hands still bloody, “Are you okay? I could have sworn he shot you!” 

“He did,” She paused, still breathing fast as she popped open her shirt and showed the vest, one bullet sitting directly over her heart. 

Emily laughed, partly because she was in shock and partly at the sheer luck of her friend, and pulled her in to a tight hug. 

“Oh, ow. Too tight,” Y/n said, patting her friends back. 

“Oh! I’m sorry,” She laughed, “Go take that off, let me see if there’s any bruising.” 

Prentiss helped undo the straps and, as predicted, a large bruise spanned from under her shirt across her left shoulder. 

Y/n winced assessing the damage and laughed ironically, “Well, it could have been worse.” 

“Yeah,” Emily smiled, her eyes still wide, “Let’s get you checked over.” 

“I’m fine-” 

“Y/n! You’re not fine, he almost killed you. Please, just see the damn paramedic,” Prentiss interrupted with a stern voice. 

She sighed, ultimately giving in, and let Emily put her arm around her for support. As they were walking to the second ambulance JJ and Morgan were running up. 

“Oh my god!” JJ spoke as they reached the pair, “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine-” 

“She’s not fine! She was wearing a vest but you were still shot. And your face needs cleaning too,” Emily rattled off. 

“Alright,” Morgan started, “You’re coming with me.” 

Morgan quickly took her from Emily’s hold, letting Y/n lean on him as they walked over to the ambulance. A medic was already there with a tray of supplies and started cleaning her face right away. 

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch, you know that right?” Derek said, a deep frown etched on his features. 

“I know,” She spoke timidly. Morgan clapped his hand on her shoulder before walking back over to JJ and Emily. 

For the next five minutes all she could hear were the sounds of pedestrians walking by; sirens ringing a couple of blocks away; police tape being stretched and cut to map out the scene. 

“Y/n!” She heard distantly. 

“Y/n!” There is was again, closer this time. 

The sound of police tape stretching caught her attention and she looked to her left. Hotch came running through. He quickly caught her eye and ran over, assessing her from head to toe. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine, really. He shot me but it hit my vest,” She explained. 

“But your face-” 

“Just a flesh wound. Right, Doc?” She smirked at the medic who just nodded at the pair. The medic finished cleaning her up and let her stand, telling her to check in at the hospital if it gets worse. 

“You must be freezing,” Hotch muttered, noticing she was only wearing a vest, “Take this.” 

“Hotch-” 

“Take. It.” He said firmly, clearly not taking no for an answer. She stood still as he draped the fabric over her shoulders. It was far too long and the sleeves came over her arms, but it was warm and it smelt like him. 

Laughing, she held her arms out in front of her face, “Why are your arms so freakishly long?” 

“They’re not,” He grumbled, “Just roll up your sleeves.” 

He took her arm in his hands and started rolling up the sleeves for her, his eyes glancing at the vest that was resting against the ambulance. Y/n took a brief glance at what he was looking at before going back to watching his frowning face as he concentrated on rolling the sleeves of his suit jacket. 

“Y’know, I might get that made into a necklace. Remind me of the fragility of life,” She jested quietly. 

“Don’t remind me,” He muttered, cuffing the other sleeve higher on her arm. 

His frown had deepened and her smile dropped from her face, “Hotch.” 

He paused, his fingers lingering on the base of her wrist. 

“I’m okay,” She spoke, looking in his eyes. 

“I know.” 

“Let’s go find out what’s going on,” Y/n said, and Hotch nodded before the pair walked over to where Rossi, Reid and Joyner were stood. 

“We think we might have a serious problem,” Rossi spoke as he saw them approaching. 

“What is it?” Hotch asked. 

“We have multiple unsubs. They’re disciplined, they’re using counter-surveillance, they know the F.B.I movements, there’s a hierarchy. What does that usually equal?” Dave continued. 

“Terrorism,” Y/n breathed out. 

--- 

“So, how does this work?” Morgan asked, perched on a desk. 

The group had traveled back to the office quickly, wanting to get ahead of the potential attack. Everyone was stood around being briefed on what was to come. 

“The murders simulate a bombing,” Spencer said, “From there they station someone to watch and gauge police response time.” 

Derek nodded, “At which point they know when to bring in a second bomb.” 

“The goal is always to take out the first round of civilians, followed by a second wave of emergency responders,” Y/n spoke. She was stood next to Hotch who towered over her. She was still wearing his jacket despite it being plenty warm in the office.

“It’s crazy but it’s ingenious. They get a practice run and if someone catches the shooter they think they just have a murderer,” Reid says. 

“It’s lo-fi,” Kate added, “Smartest way to plan for a terrorist event.” 

“Creating panic ensures that they see the most urgent response times short of a bombing,” Hotch said, his arm brushing up against Y/n’s. 

JJ frowned, “So, there’s been seven different shooters?” 

“Having followers do the shootings would ensure they’re willing to kill or be killed for the cause,” Rossi said. 

“It fits the profile,” Prentiss nodded, “There is something larger at play. It’s similar to a gang initiation.” 

“Especially if they’re home grown, they haven’t had the chance to prove themselves,” Hotch observed. 

The shootings took place near points of entry into the city. If a bombing were to happen the emergency protocols would shut down any way in or out. Garcia had told the group that the unsubs had also hacked into the security cameras and had footage of every crime scene. 

“They hacked into one camera at every crime scene,” Garcia said before Morgan hung up the call. 

“So much for a theory,” Y/n said as she gazed up at Hotch, their expressions mirroring each others. 

“We need to hit the ground running,” Kate quickly stood up from her place. 

“I’m gonna head to the hospital. I’ll check on Cooper and brief Detective Brustin,” Emily said. 

Y/n quickly stood from her place, “I’ll come with you.” 

Emily nodded and Y/n quickly picked her gun up from the desk and slotted it back into the holster clipped to her waist. She started to leave but felt a soft grip on her arm. 

Looking back she saw Hotch looking at her with a frown, “Be careful.” 

“You too,” She said before turning and running to catch up with Prentiss. 

---

Y/n was stood outside the hospital after they’d checked in on Cooper. He had lost a lot of blood and was going to be in a bit of pain for a while, but he’d be okay. 

“Y/n!” Emily shouted, running out of the hospital. She looked a little frantic and was followed by Detective Brustin who was running to his cop car. 

“What? What’s going on?” 

“There’s been an explosion outside of the F.B.I building! A black SUV!” Emily shouted, approaching her quickly. 

Y/n turned and unlocked the car, jumping into the drivers seat and Emily followed into the passenger side. She quickly pulled out after the cop car and started following him as Emily said, “Just follow Brustin.” 

“Have you heard from anyone?” Y/n asked frantically as she switched on the sirens. 

And just like that, Emily’s phone rung, and she put it on speaker, “Is everyone okay?” 

“I’ve spoken to Rossi and Reid and Morgan’s on the line,” Garcia spoke. 

“Emily, where are you?” He asked. 

“We’re following Detective Brustin to one of the NYPD’s critical incident command posts!” 

“We? Is Y/n still with you?” Garcia asked quickly. 

“I’m right here, baby. I’m okay,” She responded, stepping on the gas. 

“Okay,” Garcia let out a relieved breath before continuing, “Has anyone heard from JJ?” 

“She was headed back to the hotel,” Emily replied. 

“In an SUV?” 

“I think so!” 

“Stay with me a minute, I’ll dial her mobile,” The blonde spoke. 

The number rung out for a moment but there was no answer. 

“What was that? What happened?” Morgan asked. 

“Try her again, she’s probably back at the hotel already,” Emily said frantically. 

“Garcia, have you heard from Hotch?” Y/n asked, the fear suddenly catching up to her. 

There was no response. 

“Garcia! Where’s Hotch?” Y/n repeated, her voice catching as she spoke. She couldn’t let herself be overwhelmed, she still had a job to do but she felt almost powerless in that moment. 

The line suddenly cut out, Emily’s cell making a beep before she snapped it shut. 

“Fuck,” Y/n ran a hand through her hair before slamming it back down on the wheel. 

--- 

next chapter

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[kissedbylove]

masterlist

One Shots, Imagines and Fan Fictions.

CELEBRITIES EDITION.

I DO NOT CLAIM THIS STORIES AS MINE, every right goes to the writers!!

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new (n)

CHARACTER MASTERLIST

Tom Hiddleston.

favorites | fluff

rules | fluff

tear me up | smut

can't sleep | fluff

yes, sir | smut

heart in my hands | fluff

if i didn´t have you | fluff

happy birthday!  | fluff

the kiss that broke the internet | smut, fluff

drunken truth ot what did i do? | smut

cooking | smut

red | smut

dance with me  | fluff

traffic | smut

ouch! | fluff

interview | fluff

late to the party | smut

werid like that | fluff  

slow hands | smut 

take care of her and i’ll take care of you | smut 

insomnia | smut 

fuck it, let the whole world know | smut 

so, you missed me? | smut 

roaming hands | smut (n)

Tom Holland.

one simple rule | smut

overstimulation | smut

no knock knocks | smut

too hot or too cold  | smut

web shooter | smut

spill your guts | fluff

late night dreams | smut

keep it hidden | fluff, agnst

pretty as a polaroid picture | smut

try again | smut

unexpected | fluff, smut

video games | smut

do you also notice? | fluff

something new | smut

we've got chemistry | smut

two-a-days | smut  

little things | fluff

thigh riding | smut

truth or dare | smut

eating you out like a buffet | smut

clit pierced | smut

when two becomes three | smut

can´t look away | smut 

through the phone | smut 

adjoining hotel room | smut 

surprises | smut 

sitting on tom´s face | smut 

running in circles | fluff, smut 

riding | smut 

irreconcilable differences | smut 

treatin’ you right | smut 

the first taste | smut 

overstimulation | smut 

rinse and spin | smut 

girls can be horny too | smut 

unlocked | smut 

strip pong | smut 

you can bet on it | smut 

pour it out | fluff 

i’ll be your good girl | smut 

why it's fun to be a tease | smut 

bad mood | smut 

suck | smut 

teasing | smut 

thirsty tweets | fluff 

dirty shirley | fluff

siren | smut (n)

insta live | fluff (n)

mugshot | fluff (n)

tom taking a break | smut (n)

you bent over him | smut (n)

low cut top | smut (n)

it’s thirst tweets | fluff (n)

risky insta live | smut (n)

so god really is a woman | smut (n)

car crash | agnst (n)

cum for me | smut (n)

overstimulation with tom | smut (n)

addicted | smut (n)

piece of art | smut (n) 

i'm sorry | fluff (n) 

tease | smut, fluff (n)

leaked | fluff (n)

LONDON BOY | fluff, agnst, smut (n)

prosecco courage | smut (n)

hands up | fluff (n)

libido max | smut (n)

play fighting | smut (n)

tom's girlfriend | smut (n)

vibrator | smut (n)

spanish | fluff (n)

quarantine anniversary | fluff (n)

sunset | fluff (n)

so much hate | fluff (n)

good girl | smut (n)

all i need | smut (n)

long days | smut (n)

good morning | smut (n)

friends with benefits | smut (n)

secret party | smut (n)

this is awkward | smut (n)

minor inconvenience | smut (n)

don’t tease me | smut (n)

had to recover | smut (n)

the boys are sleeping | smut (n)

how i look on you | smut (n)

Sebastian Stan.

convince me | smut  

shameless | smut  

I like it | smut  

one night | smut  

shut up and sleep with me | smut  

boss troubles | smut  

pregnancy prank | fluff

asleep | smut    

manners pt,3 | smut    

call out my name | smut        

on the wooden desk | smut    

body electric | smut  

romanian fun | fluff

behind closed doors | smut    

wired autocomplete interview | fluff

another interview | fluff

bored | fluff

that's the icing in the cake | fluff

îți place asta | smut  

round the block | smut  

surprises | smut 

too long | smut 

teacher’s pet | smut 

mob!seb | smut 

4am workout | smut 

listen to my voice | fluff 

kissing | fluff  

piggy back ride | fluff 

panel | fluff 

men's health | smut 

i think he knows | smut 

friendly favour | smut 

'sebastian' instead of 'bucky' | smut 

actress | fluff (n)

thank god it’s ending, and we’re beginning | fluff, agnst (n)

uncertain | smut (n)

set | fluff (n)

emergency | fluff (n)

bedtime stories | fluff (n)

losing you | agnst (n)

stuff bunny | smut (n)

baby fever | fluff, smut (n)

act my age | fluff (n)

soft | smut, fluff (n)

morning sickness | fluff (n)

daddy’s pretty girl | smut (n)

wedding interviews | fluff (n)

silk | smut (n)

reading thirst tweets | fluff (n)

soft mornings | fluff (n)

i’ve always loved you | fluff (n)

Chris Evans.

velvet love | fluff

the perfect man | fluff

the proposal | fluff

the perfect dress | fluff

all about that beard | fluff

sweet dreams | smut

make me a daddy | smut

years in the making | agnst, fluff

rough | smut

daddy | fluff

the best seat | smut

24hr trouble | fluff  

thirst tweets | fluff 

finders keepers | smut 

warm and welcoming | smut 

lost focus | smut 

eat you better | smut 

i wanna hear you | smut (n)

the instagram error | fluff (n)

distraction | smut (n)

who ever said anything about makeup? | fluff (n)

touching yourself | smut | (n)

fuck buddies | smut (n)

the smell after rain | smut (n)

provoked | smut (n)

calmant | smut (n)

Harry Styles.

music video | smut, fluff  

phone call | smut 

new seeds in the melody | smut 

just another day while quarentine | smut (n)

break the bed | smut (n)

truth or drink | fluff (n)

Dacre Montgomery.

rough hands | smut (n)

fanfiction and fun | smut (n)

shirt | fluff (n)

Jake Gyllenhaal.

panic attack | fluff

accident  | fluff

surprise, we´re married  | fluff

home | smut

chef & baker  | smut

bath time | smut

dirty mind | smut

honeymoon | smut

wired autocomplete interview | fluff

dating | fluff

gym time | fluff

morning sex | smut

comfort | agnst  

in front of your bed | smut  

riling | smut   

happy little accident | smut 

the risqué subway | smut

you're doing amazing sweetie | smut 

hair pulling | smut 

dominant | smut 

finals finale | smut 

on my mind | smut (n)

gold chain | smut (n)

motivation | smut (n)

Henry Cavill.

cardio | smut 

partition | smut (n)

first time | smut (n)

hatefuck | smut (n)

back from a run | smut (n)

tv | smut, fluff (n)

thick  fingers | smut (n)

talented tongue | smut (n)

Brie Larson.

star wars geek  | smut 

god is a woman | smut

crazy on you | smut

i fall to pieces | smut  

singing in the shower | smut

jedi realness | smut

needy | smut

Avengers Cast.

sleeping beauty | fluff (n)

feeling okay? | fluff (n)

kissedbylove

#chris evans imagine #chris evans smut #chris evans #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes #harry styles #harry styles imagine #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan smut #sabastian #smut #imagine #blurb #one shot #reader #masterlist #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #brie larson #brie larson imagine #brie larson smut

[ptersparkers]

hi, peter parker

summary: the four nights spider-man visited your window and the one time he stayed.

a/n: this has been in my drafts since early 2018 and i am in love with peter parker. anyways im so grateful to get to hear back from you guys and i love seeing messages from you lot!!

warnings: none, just fluff 

masterlist / taglist 

i

To think you had said no to a night out.

You sighed and looked at your phone, your friend Taylor sending you a video via snapchat wishing you were at a friend’s house party. Initially you had declined because of a stressful week at school, but now you were bored out of your mind.

‘Sorry, Tay,’ you texted. ‘Maybe next time.’

Your phone’s clock read three minutes until midnight and you figured it would be best to sleep. You scoffed at the thought of resting when your body’s clock was rendered to stay up until four in the morning - what you had been doing some nights to study for upcoming AP tests. Now that that was out of the way, it’s like your body couldn’t fall asleep until well after midnight.

You groaned to yourself and switched on the small light by your bed. The light was dim enough so it wouldn’t bother the neighbors across from your apartment. Your eyes were closed for a total of, what felt like a millisecond, before you heard knocking on your window.

“What in the world?” you muttered. You stood up from your bed and immediately saw a red mask greet you.

“Hey there! I know this is weird, but you’re the only window with the light on and I really need to stop before I fall. There’s a whole bunch of houses and I need to fix my web shooters,” said the man in the mask, which you knew to be Spider-Man.

You stared at him, unable to comprehend what you were about to do. “Oh, um, sure,” you said before opening your window. You stepped aside and let him in. Spider-Man crawled through your window and landed effortlessly on the carpet, not making a sound.

“That was almost graceful,” you commented. “I’m pretty sure my mom would’ve thought I snuck out.”

“Do you sneak out?” he asked.

“Nah. I’m too lame to try. Do you want water or anything?” He shook his head.

“No, I just need someplace to fix my web shooters. I think they got jammed,” he replied.

“Okay, cool,” you said awkwardly, balancing from one foot to the other.

“Can I sit on your bed?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Do you have a small pick by any chance?”

“I have tweezers?”

“I guess that’ll do.”

You fetched tweezers from your makeup vanity and gave them to him. He instantaneously began working on his web shooters as you stood and watched. His head shot up and he faced you.

“I’m sorry, I never introduced myself. I’m Spider-Man,” he said, extending his hand for you to shake.

“Y/N,” you replied. “Welcome to my humble abode.”i

“Thanks! I really like the board above your bed with all the polaroids. It looks so neat that I fear I might mess it up from all the way over here.”

You laughed and sat beside him. “I’ve been obsessed with taking polaroids for two years now. I made it a point to capture the best memories and fix them into some sort of memory board so I can remember the good times.”

“That’s smart. I wish I was artistic and creative, but I can barely draw a straight line with a ruler,” he said. You watched as he worked and sat in silence for a moment.

“Say, do these web shooters get stuck all the time?”

“Not usually, I just think I haven’t really been able to update them or clean them out. I’ve been busy with all this ‘saving the little guy’ stuff,” he said.

“Is it fun? Being Spider-Man, I mean. You’re practically an Avenger,” you asked.

“I’m technically not an Avenger. Well, not yet. I’ve been working with Mr. Stark for a little bit, but it’s mostly keeping Queens safe for now.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a serious job on your hands.”

You could see the eyes on his mask move like he was smiling underneath. “Yeah, I do. I’m glad people can understand that.”

“So, what kind of things do you do on your day off? I’m sure you’re not always swinging around and hanging out in the homes of strangers.”

He laughs. “No, not really. I don’t know, I hang out with friends sometimes.”

You thought about asking him more, but decided against it. His life outside of being Spider-Man was his own.

“Wow, that sounds pretty mundane. I do pretty much the same, except school’s almost over and I have a month until summer break,” you replied. Spider-Man hands you back your tweezers and fixes the web shooters back on his suit.

“Any fun plans for the summer?”

“As of right now, no, but who’s to say?”

Spider-Man laughed and walked towards your window. “I’m sure you’ll find something fun to do. Thanks again, Y/N.”

“See ya!” you say as you watch him exit the window and swing away.

ii

Summer was just around the corner. It was another Friday night and you had decided against studying for finals because it seemed that that was all you did in your free time. The sky was getting dark out and you decided to stay in bed tonight and binge watch shows on Netflix, turning your phone on silent. You had enough snacks to last you the entire night and popped your headphones in, pressing play.

It wasn’t long before you heard tapping on your window. Curiously, you stood from your bed and saw Spider-Man.

“You again,” you said playfully as you opened up the window. “What do you need this time?”

“Honestly? I think I need a little break,” he said. “I’d also love to take this suit off, but my identity is something I’d like to keep hidden for a little while.”

“That’s fine,” you replied. “I’m not really in a rush. Not that you need to tell me who you are or anything, ugh, you get what I mean.”

Spider-Man laughed and pointed at your window and you nodded, watching as he climbed his way through.

“Can you even breathe in that thing?” you asked, pointing at his mask.

“Oh, yeah! It’s a breathable material and lets oxygen pass so I’m not always suffocating myself. That’s how I’m able to keep the mask on at all times.”

“Interesting,” you said, sitting on your chair by your desk as he took a seat on your bed.

“Studying for finals?”

“More like procrastinating. Well, all I do is study and I deserve a break,” you said.

“That you do. Final season is coming up and I’m dreading having to -”

“Wait, you’re in school?” you asked, interrupting his speech.

Spider-Man looked at the ground, the walls, and anywhere but your gaze.

“I, uh, yeah?” he said with uncertainty, scratching the back of his neck.

“If you think I’m going to look all over Queens to find out which school you go to, I’m letting you know now that I won’t. That seems like too much effort and for all I know, that isn’t your actual voice,” you replied, twirling a pen in your hand.

“Phew, thank you,” said Spider-Man, pretending to wipe sweat off of his forehead. “Damn, all of this swinging made me really hungry.”

“You should try the deli down there. It’s called Delmar’s and it’s my favorite sandwich shop. Also, asked for the sandwiches to be smushed! Don’t ask me why, but it tastes better,” you said.

Spider-Man went silent for a moment and you cocked your head to the side, thinking you either said something wrong or he was just really hungry.

“What?”

Spider-Man shook his head. “Nothing, nothing. I’ll be sure to try your suggestion. Anyway, I’ll see you soon!”

And with that, you saw red and blue flying in the wind.

iii

You were half asleep with your headphones in your ears when you heard a faint ‘thwip.’ Your parents were fast asleep and you had willed yourself to watch one more episode of Law and Order: SVU before getting sleep for your final. Currently, you were on your side with one earbud in (the other having fallen out, but you didn’t care much) and the voice of Olivia Benson could be faintly heard from the volume that could put you to sleep.

You stirred slightly, but not enough to wake you up fully.

Then came a knock on your window. Once. Twice. Three times. You yawned and rolled over to see Spider-Man standing outside your window with nothing but the moon behind him to illuminate your room. You threw the covers off of you and rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, opening the window for him to come in. With it, the chilly wind did not welcome you warmly and you grabbed a sweatshirt from your closet.

“Sorry to wake you,” he said sheepishly.

You waved him off. “It’s okay, Spider-Man. I like your company and you’re probably the only person who I couldn’t bring myself to yell at.”

He put his hands of his heart. “Wow, I’m so touched.”

“You should be,” you said, climbing into the covers and resting your back against your bed frame. “What brings you to this part of Queens at this ungodly hour?”

“It’s only nine thirty,” Spider-Man deadpanned. You shrugged.

“What can I say? A girl really needs her beauty sleep before her last final.” Spider-Man’s autonomic eyes seemed to narrow as if her were in thought.  

“Oh shoot, that’s tomorrow? I’m sorry for bothering you,” he apologized. You laughed and shook your head, patting the bed for him to rest on. Spider-Man gently put his knees on the mattress and situated himself so he was laying on his side, looking at you.

“It’s okay, Spidey. You already know I love your company. Besides, it’s only nine thirty,” you mocked. Spider-Man laughed and the room fell into a comfortable silence. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing really,” he began, but you looked at him with a knowing expression. “Okay, a lot but that’s for another day when we have more time. I’m just thinking how lucky I am to have you in my life and I’m grateful it was you whose room I stumbled into and not some mean old lady.”

“I’m happy you came here too,” you confessed. “This is probably gonna sound weird but...your visits are something I look forward to. I don’t know, I just feel like I opened up to you much quicker than any of the friends I have at school.”

“I feel the same way,” he said, sighing. “I don’t know, it’s just hard being two people at the same time. Even though you don’t know my real name yet, you know more about me than anyone else does.”

“And that’s something I will cherish forever,” you said, stroking his cheek with your hand. “I’m really happy I met you.”

“I can say the same,” he replied. But before he could make himself more comfortable, Spider-Man pushed himself off of the bed and adjusted his web shooters before seeing that you had tucked yourself in. Spider-Man smiled and his autonomic eyes grew wider as he bent down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You could barely feel his lips.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

iv

You groaned, slamming your door shut and planted your face into a pillow, wanting to forget the world had ever existed. It was a hot summer night and your mother had just let you know that she and your father would be staying at a friend’s for the week, but that you couldn’t join them this time. You probably should’ve been happy to have the apartment alone, but the last thing you wanted to be was alone.

Spider-Man hadn’t come by your apartment in nearly a month and you had started to grow increasingly worried about the boy who you couldn’t get out of your mind. Every time you thought about the possibility of dating, you immediately shook that out of your head for two reasons: the first being he’s a superhero and you were a regular New York citizen, and the fact that you didn’t know his name or what he looked like. You’d never pressure him, but that didn’t mean you were dying to know.

The sun was almost set when your parents left and you hadn’t had the decency to move from where you flung yourself. There was a tapping sound from the window and you knew who it was.

“It’s open!” you mumbled from your pillow, where you had curled yourself so you could continue in your self wallowing.

“Who dragged the cat in?” Spider-Man asked with a chuckle. You looked at him as if you hadn’t seen him in years and got off of your bed, letting your arms snake its way around him. With a sigh, you closed your eyes and let yourself revel in this moment. “You okay?”

“I was worried,” you said quietly. “You usually go no more than a few days of being gone but it’s been nearly a month, and I know I don’t have any right to worry, and that you were probably really busy, but I was really worried.” Spider-Man let out a soft chuckle and held your body closer to his, letting his chin rest on top of your head.

“You have every right to be worried, Y/N. I’m touched that you care so much. I-I’ve been a little stressed with my personal life and haven’t been able to patrol as often and I didn’t have much energy to swing to your place. I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay,” you replied. “I’m just relieved to find out you aren’t dead.”

Spider-Man laughed. “Say, what are your parents gonna think if they find me in your room?”

“Well, they’re gone this week so there’s no way that’s happening.”

“Oh, well lucky me, I guess,” he said nonchalantly as he let himself rest on your bed. He plopped himself in the middle, his back resting against the mattress as you chuckled. “Come lay with me.”

You didn’t say anything as you climbed next to him and willed yourself not to put your entire body on him, but Spider-Man pulled you to his side and held you tight.

“I had this nightmare that you needed me and I couldn’t save you,” said Spider-Man. “I was in a really weird place and felt like I couldn’t leave my house but last night was the last straw. You were falling and I couldn’t save you. I needed to see you again just to make sure.

His voice got weaker and you put your head on his chest, finding his hand to squeeze it to let him know you understood.

“Sometimes I think this gig is too much for me. I feel like I shouldn’t have been given these abilities but at the same time, I’m grateful for all the things it’s given me. Like you.”

“I’m here,” you whispered.

You both stared at the ceiling for a while, basking in each other’s company. You would faintly feel his heart beating through his suit and he was rubbing soothing circling on your hip with his thumb.

“You know,” you said, hesitantly while propping yourself up with your elbows. “You could stay for the night since my parents are gone.” Your eyes widened as soon as you said it. “I-I mean that in the most innocent way possible.”

Spider-Man laughed and looked at you with his autonomic eyes, letting a comfortable moment pass as he thought about your offer.

“I think I’d have to let some people know I’d be safe first, but I’d like that.”

It grew quiet between you two and you didn’t know what was to come next. Slowly, you moved your body to sit up and he followed suit, wondering what you were planning.

“Do you trust me?” you asked.

“I trust you,” he confirmed. You moved your hand towards his mask and you could already sense his body tense up, especially when you moved the mask up his face. You stopped for a brief moment, but he didn’t stop you. You kept lifting the mask until it rest gently above his nose and leaned in to place your lips on his.

The kiss was gentle and searing at the same time, like you both had been wanting to do something for a while but hadn’t until that very moment. It was passionate and innocent, slow and fast. It wasn’t rushed; you held his jaw with both hands, afraid that he was going to leave the second you pulled away. His lips moved in conjunction with yours and didn’t part until you both ran out of air.

“I’ve been meaning to do that for a while,” he said, not bothering to pull his mask down. You laughed and looked at him as he took off his web shooters and pulled his mask off his face.

“Hi, I’m Peter Parker.”

To say you were surprised was an understatement. Spider-Man was cute.

“Holy shit, you’re hot,” you whispered more to yourself. Peter laughed and your cheeks developed a pink tint.

“I happen to think you’re also hot,” Peter said with a chuckle before pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Hi, Peter Parker,” you said with a grin.

“Hi, Y/N Y/L/N,” he said with a grin equally as big.

“I don’t really know what I imagined under the mask, but you’re much cuter than what I had expected,” you said. “Let me go get some of my brother’s extra clothes. He lives in Los Angeles now but we still have some of his stuff!”

Peter smiled at you as you walked out of your bedroom and took the time to look around, letting himself bask in the moment that was pure bliss. How you were going to introduce him to your parents, he didn’t know. But Peter knew he didn’t want to let you go any time soon.

***

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[theyearoftheking]

Book Thirty-One: Four Past Midnight

You know you’re in for a good time when you crack open a collection of novellas, and the introduction discusses the 1989 Milwaukee Brewers, and specifically Robin Yount. 

I am not really a baseball fan. I will admit to going to games just to tailgate, get snacks and drink an overpriced beer. I own some cute Milwaukee Brewers merch, and love a brat with stadium sauce. That’s the extent of my fandom. You’ll never find me being a baseball bandwagon junkie.

But.

Every late 30-40 something raised in Milwaukee has really fond memories of County Stadium (our old, humble stadium) before Miller Park took over (Sorry, refuse to call it Am-Fam Field, or whatever the hell its new name is). And we have fond memories of Robin Yount, Paul Moliter- the OG Brew Crew. Warm and fuzzies all around. 

Steve drops one hell of a Wisconsin reference when he talks about watching a Brewers/Red Sox game (Brewers won, btw), and the announcers are talking about how old Robin Yount is. Steve almost flies out of his recliner when he realizes Robin started playing baseball the same year he published his first novel. They’re the same age!! Robin Yount can’t be old, because if he’s old, ergo, Steve is old. 

Time is a funny thing. I write this as I’m a week away from turning forty. Ugh. It hurts so bad. 

Four Past Midnight was another home run (ha!) collection of novellas. I told another constant reader this past week that the novella is really where Steve shines. It’s long enough to create some magic, but short enough to keep the editing tight. I didn’t love this collection as much as Different Seasons, but The Sun Dog might be my new favorite story ever... and it set the scene for Needful Things, which I’m now one hundred pages into. The flow from one story to the other is masterful. 

The collection kicks off with The Langoliers, which I mostly remember because it was a campy television miniseries in 1995.

Basically, a bunch of people are on a red-eye flight, and Dinah Bellman, a little blind girl wakes up to find most of the people on the plane (including her caretaker Aunt) have disappeared. All their jewelry and belongings have been left behind, but it’s like they’ve been body-snatched out of thin air. Oh, the pilot was langolier-ed too. Thankfully, one of the other passengers on the plane, Brian Engle, just so happens to be a pilot, and attempts to land the plane. But, there are no lights, he’s not getting any response from any major airports... so landing at Boston Logan isn’t going to be a thing. He (of course) needs to re-route to Bangor. 

At this point, Craig Toomer is losing his shit. He NEEDS to be in Boston to meet with a bank about some shady shit with some bonds. He’s not having this Bangor thing. So, he sits in his seat and sulks, ripping pieces of paper into thin strips (legit serial killer behavior), and remembering horror stories his dad used to tell him about monsters called the Langoliers. 

Aaaand that’s where the title comes from. 

The plane lands in Bangor, the airport is empty, the food has no taste and the beers have no carbonation. Noises are both muffled and amplified, and planes won’t go. So, Brian fuels up the original plane they were on, loads everyone inside; and takes off again. The passengers realize they need to be asleep to fly through the time/space continuum, so Brian lowers the cabin pressure, they all go to sleep (except for the dashing Nick Hopewell who bravely offers to fly the plane through the rip), and they make it safely to the other side, where life slowly starts back up again. 

The end.

Then, there’s Secret Window, Secret Garden; which I also remember because of the Johnny Depp movie, which I had forgotten most of until my husband thought he’d summarize the plot of The Dark Half for me. He got it totally wrong, and ended up describing SWSG instead; thus ruining the surprise I forgot I already knew about. Welcome to marriage, kids. Lesson learned: if you haven’t seen The Secret Window, just wait and read the novella instead. 

Best-selling author Morton Rainey answers his door one afternoon, and finds a Faulkner-esque gentleman in a wide-brimmed hat, accusing him of plagiarism. “You stole my story!” John Shooter tells him. Mort is supes confused, and has no idea what Shooter is talking about. He’s even able to prove he wrote and published the story a few years before Shooter wrote it. 

“Prove it,” Shooter taunts him. 

And then the story takes a left turn into Crazyville, when Shooter starts killing people, starting Mort’s ex-wife’s house on fire, and trying to kill Mort. 

But here’s the twist.

Ready?

Shooter is Mort. 

Mort is Shooter. 

God damn, I wish my husband hadn’t reminded me of this spoiler, it would have been more epic to discover on my own. But it’s an excellent slight-of-hand on Steve’s part. Well done. 

And then we get to The Library Policeman... which I really loved until I got to the part about the policeman anally raping small children who don’t turn their books in on time. That jumped the shark just a little bit. But prior to that cringefest, the idea of Library Policeman was fun. And in my world of enforcing rental policies, and returning books in beautiful, unblemished condition; I’m all for some library police. Maybe just ones with better social distancing, though... 

And then we arrive to Sun Dog, the real winner of the collection. Steve starts the story with a brief introduction that covers the strange history of Castle Rock. This is a great refresher if you’re new to the universe, or haven’t read thirty-one Steve books in five months. No judgement.

 Kevin Delevan receives a Sun 660 Polaroid camera for this fifteenth birthday. He takes a family picture, and notices a dog in the snapshot. A dog his family doesn’t own, and doesn’t know. Thinking it’s a fluke, he takes a few more pictures, and the dog keeps showing up, but is moving in each picture. 

A few days later, Kevin takes the camera over to Reginald “Pop” Merrill at the Emporium Galorium. Pop fixes cameras and clocks, and also acts as the local loan shark, and seller of odd things. Pop inspects the camera, and sees nothing wrong with it. But he knows darkness when he sees it, and after a quick swap; he ends up with the Sun Dog camera, and sends Kevin home with another one. 

Pop tries selling the camera to collectors of the dark and odd, but no one wants it. He’s starting to stress, because he knows it’s only a matter of time before the camera unleashes its true dark potential. 

Kevin wakes up from a nightmare and realized Pop pulled a fast one on him. He gets to the Emporium Galorium just as the dog is trying to emerge from the film, and Kevin is able to kill it, and the shop starts on fire. But, it’s not the last strange thing to happen in Castle Rock...

I’m not going to lie, I finished Sun Dog at about 8pm last night, and promptly dived into Needful Things. Y’all... it might be my favorite Steve book ever. Too soon to say for sure, but damn it’s dark and twisty. Stay tuned. 

In addition to the Brewers reference, there was one Dark Tower reference in The Library Police, “...lookin’ as fierce as a gunslinger in an old Western movie...” 

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 25

Total Dark Tower References: 23

Book Grade: A+

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Talisman: A+

Misery: A+

Different Seasons: A+

It: A+

Four Past Midnight: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

The Drawing of the Three: A-

Nightmares in the Sky: B+

The Dark Half: B+

Skeleton Crew: B+

The Dead Zone: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

Cycle of the Werewolf: B-

Danse Macabre: B-

The Running Man: C+

Thinner: C+

Dark Visions: C+

The Eyes of the Dragon: C+

The Long Walk: C+

The Gunslinger: C+

Pet Sematary: C+

Firestarter: C+

Rage: C

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Roadwork: D

Christine: D

The Tommyknockers: D-

I hope everyone is continuing to social distance and quarantine well. I’m headed back to work in another week... kinda hoping it doesn’t cut into my reading time. But reality is a cruel thing sometimes... 

Long Days and Pleasant Nights, Rebecca

#stephen king #constant readers #castle rock #the langoliers #sun dog #secret window secret garden #secret window #library police #the dark tower #milwaukee brewers #county stadium #needful things

[annacatherinemuse]

2018 is all about getting back to my roots and experimenting with my own art. I am having so much fun finding new ways to express myself. Here's a double exposure self portrait with my Polaroid super shooter. #selfportrait #polaroid #muse #model #ishootfilm #love #mood #fp100c #nyc #filmphotography #photographer #yoga #instantfilm #instantphoto #fujifilm #artist #artwork #gorgeous #analog #tangledinfilm #buyfilmnotmegapixels #analogphotography #believeinfilm #shadows #doubleexposure #theprintswap #girlboss #sheshootsfilm #artwork #girl

#fp100c #polaroid #nyc #analog #shadows #selfportrait #model #buyfilmnotmegapixels #analogphotography #tangledinfilm #instantphoto #fujifilm #doubleexposure #instantfilm #artwork #girlboss #filmphotography #gorgeous #girl #sheshootsfilm #ishootfilm #believeinfilm #mood #yoga #artist #photographer #muse #love #theprintswap

[indisposableconcept]

Shot by: Grace C – Roll 4 Camera used: Polaroid Waterproof Fun Shooter Film type: Polaroid 35mm Location: Northern NSW – Australia Instagram: @gonvey Connect, collab and create with @indisposableconcept. Shoot a roll with a film camera and share the world you live in. See more at: www.indisposableconcept.com and www.facebook.com/indisposableconcept (at Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9uoklrBDA_/?igshid=1f6esnpyv9c3f

[jakehicksphotography]

Film shooters... Long time followers on here will know that I still dabble in film photography. I don't share much of it though as the shots rarely sit with the rest of my work.... but I'd like to try and change that. These 'Polaroids' on display here were all shot with the Mamiya Universal Press camera. It has interchangeable film backs, but I really bought the Universal Press for that Polaroid back originally. As many of you know, Polaroid stopped making film a long time ago and all you could buy to replace it was the Fujifilm FP100c instant film (which is what I'm using here). I LOVE that film, but sadly they stopped making that a couple of years ago too 😔 To get that pack film now costs an outrageous amount, so I decided that it might be time to get back into film shooting a bit more seriously. If you missed my post earlier today, I asked people to shout out if they still shoot film and what cameras they use. The response was HUGE!!! I was genuinely very surprised to see so many film shooters in here so I'm certainly looking forward to digging into this a little deeper with you guys. Should be a lot of fun for sure. I'll keep you posted on what direction I go, but I'm looking to get that very distinctive medium format look back. I think if I do that, I better go all in on that so I'm looking at the monstrous 6x7's. If you guys have any questions about any or all of this, let me know. I'll do my best to answer what I can, but even if I can't answer it, we clearly have a veracious sleeper-crew of film fanatics in here to help instead 😅 https://ift.tt/2ToXCWO

#Jake Hicks Photography

[whatchasay-blog1]

klance headcanons tbh i can't sleep so i birthed this

-they have That Connection™, y,know? like when keith has a bad day he just messages lance “man.” and like you literally can hear the sigh through the screen

-lance comes home to their shared apartment (idk im imagining them in a college au) with keith’s favourite food and matching onesies

-even if they have a mOUntain of homework to do, they just eat and talk on their living room floor, surrounded by blankets and pillows

-cause lance isn’t used to an empty home

-and even though keith is everything to him lance would never admit that when its too hot out to sleep and he’s tossing and turning, all he wants is warmth, but human warmth, especially keith’s warmth but he’s probably sleeping right? i can’t wake him up now

-in the end, lance doesn’t have to say anything

-“its 1 am keith, why are you up?”

-“why are you up, babe?”

-keith climbs into lance’s bed and even though its the exact same, his bed doesn’t have a giant, cuddly teddybear in it that buries his face into keith’s neck with his arm over keith’s hip

-he prays lance is sleeping when he buries his nose into his hair, murmuring softly,

-“i love you”

-lance smiles into keith’s chest and lets out a very loud and very fake snore to convince keith’s he’s alseep, but ends up choking on air

-when they wake up, lance’s leggy legs are so tangled with keith’s that they can’t tell where each other ends and they begin. it’s romantic for like two seconds

-“lance, baby, darling, is that your foot oh so gently sticKING INTO MY ASS”

-“keith, honey bunches, sugar bear, is that youR MULLET TICKLING MY ARMPIT”

-teeth brushing involves lots of um, bodily fluid jokes when keith starts dribbling toothpaste foam down his chin

-keith threatens to tape knives to lance’s willy woo so

-“every time you bust you’ll really really be a sharp shooter right ^U^”

-“how did you even say ’^U^’ wtf keiTH GET YOUR HAnDS AWAY FROM LANCE JR.”

-*cue sped up sequence of them racing around the house in lion patterned boxers and bedhead*

-then lance’s aunt calls them to come over for lunch and play with lance’s baby cousin

-“keITH HE’S SO CUTE YOU’LL LOVE HIM. the only words he knows to say is ‘mama’ and ‘tax benefits’. i taught him that to freak out my aunt and its so hilarious”

-keith is Nervous™ but it turns out so well he almost wants a kid of his own

-during the actual meal they chatter happily and play peek-a-boo with baby sammy (forgive me idk i want the child to have a name)

-lance almoSt melts when he sees keith bounce sammy in his lap and stick out his tongue playfully. sammy follows and the two are grinning at each other like the two year olds they both are

-“lance i think he likes my hai- oW!”

-lance makes fun of keith’s mullet so much that eventually sammy starts copying them and when they’re walking through the park, keith is excited named 'mullet mama’ by a gurgling baby

-keith can’t help groan as lance starts dying of laughter. he snorts and chokes and silently seal claps, crying t e a r s and snot

-after they get back to lance’s aunt’s house, lance and keith shove the couches together, facing inward to make the Ultimate Bed and ofc they tangle their legs together and baby sammy is snoring in the middle, each tiny hand softly gripping a finger on either side of him

-all three amigos immediately collapse and sleep like the babies they are

-lance’s aunt whips out her polaroid with the biggest grin, taking a photo of her adorable nephews and son

and that is the story of how lance and keith both carry a polaroid in their wallets given to them by lance’s beaming aunt without the other knowing. oh and they’re soul mates.

#vld #voltron legendary defender #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #headcanons #au #i just love them so much #i want them #to be so happy #ahhhhhHHHhHhH

[annafyuen]

Somewhere between Saigon and Da Lat, Vietnam (2019) // Polaroid Fun Shooter Disposable Camera

#35mm #film photography #polaroid fun shooter #disposable camera #landscape #nature #annafyuen #vietnam #grainisgood #mountain #trees #35mm color film

[choisgirls]

This sounded cute to me, but idk. Mc moving in with rfa+V+saeran? Like getting a house or apartment together. (or in jumin's case a giant ass penthouse, smh rich people)

A/N: I just wow i loVE THIS okay thank you ~Admin 404

Smh rich people indeed (i had way too much fun with V and i had to stop myself from going on and on) ~ Admin 626

*YOOSUNG:-I think the two of you would end up with a small apartment to start out! Move up to a house a while after he starts his career-Your living room is only part living room. Everyone has to fight each other to sit on the couch when they visit-It’s only part living room because y’all spoil Lisa to no eND so there’s a huge cat tree and a ton of cat play houses jumin approves and actually gets a few of the playhouses for y’all-Sure you could have made that extra room a cat room but???? No???-Game room????-IT’S LITERALLY THE BEST ROOM IN Y’ALLS APARTMENT it’s decked out in all of your nerdy-gaming related things (figures, posters, games themselves) and seriously it’s just pride and joy nerd-Your bedroom is overrun with plushies, neither of you can really tell whose is whose anymore-He makes you breakfast every day! The first day, he tried to bring it to you in bed but that was a disaster when he tripped over the plushies and you woke up with an omelette on your face-Y’alls apartment is covered in cute things- stickers are everywhere, homemade gifts and decorations, and it just looks kinda like pinterest threw up in the apartment-Your kitchenware is SO CUTE like your ladle is nessie, your measuring cups are whale shapes, and he has these cartoon cups that he tried hiding from you but they’re just so cute you can’t help yourself

*JUMIN:-Y’all didn’t have to get a new place, he just moved you into his penthouse i mean didn’t he already in his route, LMAO-But anything you want, he will get it for you-He has a lot more cat shaped things than you originally thought though-Like cat shaped bowls, has a few coffee mugs with cats on them, things like that-NOW THAT Y’ALL LIVE TOGETHER YOU GET TO SEE THOSE SWEAT PANTS HE’S TALKED ABOUT, HALLELUJAH-He gives you complete control of decorating but it’s like??? Jumin I wanted to do this together???-So he helps pick out throw pillows, new art pieces, anything you ask him to do-The one thing he requires is a tON OF PICTURES OF THE TWO OF YOU-FRAMED, HANGING, EVERYWHERE-Seriously there’s a painting of the two of you plus Elizabeth hanging up in the house but at least it’s adorable

*SAEYOUNG:-Also just moves you into his house- i mean why not, it’s big enough-IT’S LIKE LIVING WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND BECAUSE HE’S SUCH A FUCKING DORK-Y’all don’t even sleep in your bed for like the first week, you two are having pillow forts in the living room-You can have a room to yourself, for whatever you’re passionate about. Gaming? He has a room for that, he’ll share. Art? Room for you. A room dedicated to your favourite figurines from your favourite games or shows? He’ll have to get you a separate room he isn’t sharing his-He’s got plates that are planets and they’re AMAZING y’all i almost bought some the other day omg-But he’s such a brat, like he plays pranks on you to wake you up-You’ve woken up to whipped cream in the face more times than you can count but you’ve also woken him up with cold water soooo-No item in the house is safe from you two “playing” if you catch my drift wink wonk-Saeran hates both of you so much

*SAERAN:-Definitely not used to having you actually live with him-You walked in the bathroom while he was in the shower and you never knew that he could scream so high pitched-Black out curtains throughout the house because???? The sunlight sucks-He’s actually lowkey really cute and likes to put pictures of the two of you in frames and just put them on bookshelves or hang them up-But then he like denies that he puts them up??? “Idk how it got there, it looks terrible” uh yeah okay-YOUR KITCHEN IS THE MOST DECKED OUT ROOM because the two of you actually really like to cook and it’s a bonding thing -Otherwise, your bedroom is decked out with the comfiest bed, blankets, and coolest TV because MOVIE MARATHONS-Every time you buy some cute little ceramic animals you can’t find it ten minutes later. He hides them in various places because he hates them-Actually really loves the idea of painting the ceiling like the sky with some clouds but only in the bedroom, the rest of the house cannot deal with that-The two of you pick out everything together! Everything has nice neutral tones,everything goes together perfectly (just like the two of you aw cuties)

*ZEN- with zen, it wasn’t a slow move in where u just kinda leftthings at his house and things slowly collected over time- nah that’s not Zen’s style- of course he would make a big deal about you moving in- “mC YOU CAN’T STAY OVER WHAT WILL PEOPLE THINK OF US”- “Zen we’ve already done the diddly do, what r u ashamedof”- honestly ur lucky he didn’t make y’all wait til after youguys got married- but it’s worth the wait!!!- Zen completely redid his place just for you - he denies the fact that jumin helped him but u knowjumin did- it’s so cute!!!- piCTURES OF U EVERYWHERE- the kitchen has a whole lot of sweet things bc he knows ulove sweets-there’s a sex swing in his bedroom- Seeing Zen in sweats??? H O T- Zen sees in ur pajamas? He suddenly has to go shower???- Poor you gets roped into Zen’s workouts- he claims it’s ur fault since ur sweets are fattening himup-  living with him issuper peaceful tho???- he has self care days??? Who does that???- face masks, bubble baths with candles, treats himself tomani pedis- and he takes such good care of you!- because of him, you eat more healthy! The sweets aretreats okay- and because of you, zen becomes a little more lowkeybecause you can’t always handle his dramatic ass everyone in the group chatkisses ur feet for that- You two brought out the best in each other  *JAEHEE- honestly her apartment is the tiniest thing in the world- like you know the episode of Futurama where Fry moves inwith Bender?- yeah, that small- you guys end up finding a super cute apartment!!!- it is on the smaller side but it’s super cozy- flowers everywhere!!! You want the place bright for whenJaehee comes home from work - y’all have too many pillows on your bed and sofas but it’SWORTH IT- there’s a little reading nook you guys managed to create!- also, all the RFA hoes come over all the time- no matter what u guys do, u can’t stop it- one time you couldn’t get rid of Saeyoung for weeksbecause Jaehee figured out DIY Honey Buddha chips- as much as you two protest, one day futons magicallyappeared on the floor for them- Jaehee is the sweetest roommate!!!- she always leaves u little notes everywhere to let u knowshe loves you- she folds down the page corners of store catalogues if shethinks you’d like them- and she always somehow has a cup of coffee ready for youwhenever u need it???- she’s a magician- and you always makes sure she eats and rests enough  *V- You guys get a house together!- You needed a room for work and he needed a room for hisart, so an apartment was definitely out of the question- you love decorating the house with him???- hE MAKES EVERYTHING SO CUTE- He hung up Christmas lights in your room! Who does that!V’s hipster ass, that’s who- Polaroids and other pictures eVERYWHERE- and of course this guys gets a record player- he puts it in the kitchen and he dances with you in thekitchen when you two cook together- actually he just dances with you when he can, music or not- you guys end up having a mini library because V is superinto learning about other cultures??? He has books on everything u can name- he ends up taking u out like every week for aestheticpics, you cant get out of it no matter what- sometimes he makes you get up to watch the sunrise withhim- it’s okay tho, u get back at him with a nERF WAR- and sometimes you use a marshmallow shooter against himrandomly- “hey mc have u seen m-“- “have U SEEN BOFA DEEZ NUTS”- he just stands there getting hit by marshmallow as hestares off into the distance- think of the scene from parks and rec when Andy shoots Benwith marshmallows- honestly u two are so cute and silly together, and all isright in the world

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Suddenly, everyone is "into" film. Film has been around a long time, movies are still shot on film, many of us have been using it for 30+ years. But suddenly, it's become hip or cool or something. I'm glad to see new faces in the film world, but remember your manners, many of us were here well before you and its polite to say hello to film photographers you pass, not ignore or snob them because of what they are shooting. It is however, perfectly OK to snicker at pray and spray digital shooters, chimpers and anyone who has more money then common sense when it comes to digital cameras. Ok, that was not the nicest thing, but they started it. I have been poked fun at, made fun of, and told things like "They still sell film?" Or "what kind of crap camera is that?" And so turn about is FairPlay. Want to get on with everyone else who shoots film? Be polite, talk to them regardless of their age or camera and treat them like brothers and sisters with the same passion. Learn your gear, ask questions and give answers and be open to the possibilities. And never be a snob. The film crowd is made up of many types and even the newbies can teach us old school shooters a thing or two. And, if you arent already there, go check out Lomography.com, where many of us who shoot film and don't live by the "rules" play and Hang out. And most importantly, remember this. WE ARE ALL FILM LOVERS. Never disrespect another film shooter. That's like disrespecting a fellow fireman or stamp collector, its just plain rude. To all you "hipsters" out there shooting with your Polaroid SX-70 you paid $200 for, you are part of the film movement too. You overpaid for your camera, but you are still part of the movement. So talk to and get involved with others who shoot 35mm and 120 and even large format. You will learn and grow from it. I promise.

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The best instant camera

By Erin Lodi

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After 10 hours of new research and testing (on top of three years' worth of work on previous guides), we think the Fujifilm Instax Mini 90 Neo Classic is the best instant film camera for most people, combining ease of use, great-looking photos, and retro-cool style at a reasonable price.

Who this is for

When it's time to party, the Fujifilm Instax Mini 90 Neo Classic is perfect for passing around. Photo: Erin Lodi

The big draw of instant cameras is that they're fun to use. A great conversation starter, an instant camera gives you an easy way to coax even the most camera-shy subjects into posing for a portrait. Add to that the fact that you can't share these images on Facebook at the touch of a button, and people are only too happy to offer up great, uninhibited poses. You're also likely to draw a crowd of curious onlookers as you wait for the prints to develop.

Instant cameras are a decidedly retro proposition, with a limited set of features. You don't have a zoom lens, and the viewfinders are tiny and less than precise at close distances. Instant film isn't cheap, either—you're looking at more than 50¢ for each shot you take. And you don't get an on-screen preview of how the lighting and contrast will affect your photograph, so you can't predict how the photo will turn out. But those shortcomings are part of the charm of shooting with an instant camera—you never know quite how the image will look until you pull the trigger.

How we picked and tested

We tested Fujifilm's Instax offerings as well as some new instant-camera options from Lomography and The Impossible Project. Photo: Erin Lodi

Because authoritative editorial reviews of instant cameras are scarce, we talked to a number of photographers who work with the instant format about their preferences. Although everyone associates the Polaroid brand with instant cameras, when it came to recommending a current model, the resounding call from our photography experts was for Fujifilm models. It wasn't even close.

Since 2013, we've compared instant-camera usability, image quality, and features by shooting in a variety of indoor and outdoor conditions. We also put the cameras through the most appropriate real-world examination we could think of: the party test. What happens when a novice shooter picks this thing up at a gathering? Is it fun to pass around and shoot with at a company holiday party or a family dinner? How do those photos look?

Our pick

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The Fujifilm Instax Mini 90 Neo Classic is the best instant film camera for most people looking to experience the fun of analog photos. Intuitive controls mean it's ready to pass around at a party, and it has a great viewfinder that makes framing your shot easy. It uses a rechargeable lithium-ion battery and offers additional shooting options that let experienced shooters get creative, too. What you get with all of that are predictably pleasing images with more-accurate colors and finer detail than its competitors can produce, all in a compact and durable retro design. Prints measure 2.1 by 3.4 inches, about the size of a credit card and perfect for a souvenir that's easy to pocket, stack, or hand out.

In daylight or in brightly lit interiors, the camera's auto mode offers image quality that is consistent and mostly color accurate for instant film (results can be a little bluish in tint). The Mini 90 Neo Classic also has more manual controls than any other instant camera we tested, including an L/D (lighter/darker) button that lets you under- or overexpose the image slightly, and options to shoot in macro, double exposure, or landscape mode.

The Fujifilm Instax Mini 90 Neo Classic's small square shape can make for an awkward grip, mostly because it offers no real estate to hold on to for the middle, ring, and pinky fingers positioned to the right of the lens housing. Also, a small loop harness on the bottom of the camera body means the camera tips over easily when you place it on a flat surface. This is a strange design decision, considering that Fujifilm could have easily placed the loop on the right-hand side panel instead.

Budget pick

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If you're looking only for an instant camera to pass around at your next party and you aren't interested in going beyond basic snapshots and fiddling with more creative exposures, the Fujifilm Instax Mini 50S makes good-looking prints and costs a bit less than our top pick at the time of this writing. It uses the same film as the Fujifilm Instax Mini 90 Neo Classic—but its images don't look as good, it doesn't have as many manual controls, and you're stuck with CR2 batteries instead of a rechargeable.

The Mini 50S has fewer controls than our top pick, with just three buttons allowing for exposure compensation, fill flash, or landscape mode, plus a timer. But this design keeps operation even simpler: We doubt anyone would take more than a second or two to figure out how to snap a photo with it. In our tests most of its prints looked a little less saturated and detailed than the Mini 90's images, but the differences weren't night-and-day.

For wider photos

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We recommend the Fujifilm Instax Wide 300 if you like a larger print (3.4 by 4.3 inches) and don't need extra controls such as exposure compensation. This camera is substantial—it's twice the size and weight of our top pick but it has better ergonomics and a beefier grip, as well as a tripod socket, and it runs on four AA batteries (though there's no reason you can't use rechargeable AAs).

Fujifilm Instax Wide Instant Film might be slightly harder to find at the corner drugstore, but online a two-pack of 10-exposure cartridges costs about $20, or $1 per print.

Although the Instax Wide 300 makes larger prints, its image quality is not as good as that of the Mini 90, which delivers richer colors and better contrast. Bigger is more impressive, however, when you're handing out these photos at a party: People love the larger size, and we've noticed that most dinner guests are rarely concerned about saturation or sharpness.

For printing smartphone pics

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You don't need an instant camera to get old-school instant prints: The Fujifilm Instax Share SP-2 can print your smartphone pics to Instax film in seconds. Setup is seamless once you've downloaded the Instax Share app and connected to the tiny printer's Wi-Fi. The app is easy enough to use, and you can add a filter or a border to your image if you want.

The hamburger-size SP-2 runs on the same-size rechargeable battery as the Fujifilm Instax Mini 90 Neo Classic and comes with a USB cord for keeping it powered up.

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