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gem-writes-stories · 2 years

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Heaven - LHJ/EH

Pairing: Eunhyuk/Reader

Genre: Smutty but no penetration

Picture not mine/credit to owner

The chilly air of Seoul bit your cheeks making them stiff and the fog from your mouth that was a result of your breath mixing with the air outside was clearly visible.

You made your way towards the dance studio where you enrolled to learn the art of expression as much as you can. It was the only place where you felt the walls didn't have eyes or ears to judge you and constantly put you down.

Your mood was always positive inside the studio as you felt like you were doing something new or unique.

You had a good job that you were grateful because it paid the bills, put food on the table and also left some for you to have some luxury in life, but the life can be boring for people of your profession sometimes.

You always wanted to go on the stage, show your talent and get appreciated for it but your self confidence was very low partially due to some 'relatives' and 'friends' that thought they gave 'constructive criticism' but they were a bunch of bitches who were jealous of a normal human because you were damn sure they were not normal.

You realized that you missed the turn you were supposed to take to reach the dance studio because of the thoughts. You huffed and turned back to reach the dance studio.

Again, you were early but what can you do, it was in your blood to arrive so early that the receptionist in the studio gives you the key for the practice room with a awkward look that says "why is this bitch early and what am I supposed to say to her".

You went straight to the room and removed your coat. You shivered at the initial contact of the chilly air on your skin but you knew you would sweat like a swine once you did your routine.

You warmed up your thighs, calfs, neck, arms and shoulders before loosening your wrist by shaking them vigorously and you rotated your ankles to relax them. You went near the desk at the back corner of the room and connected your phone to the speaker.

You had this piece that you wanted to learn the choreography for, it was for the song Heaven by Julia Andrews. It was a slow song hence the choreography is not complicated but this song asks for gracefulness at its maximum.

You have to move like water to make the person watching fall in a trance. It was a sweet challenge that you wanted to ace and show it your Dance instructor Eunhyuk. His actual name is Lee Hyuk Jae but he preferred his students call him Eunhyuk for some reasons that he explained but you didn't listen.

He was HOT, like magma hot, his body when he danced is like water in the terms of fluidity and fire in terms of power and impact on the audience. You started to fall in his trance since he showed a piece to the whole class.

Many times you tried to shake these thoughts by saying to yourself that your life was not a fanficition. The need for him doubled every time you thought that way because you are an avid reader of fanfictions and every time the story goes for spicy events you immediately imagine Eunhyuk as the male lead and you as the female lead.

Your mind went for more spicy details and the mere thought of him involved in those dark fantasy of your immediately put in a mood and you knew you were ready to do your routine.

You played the song and the thoughts actually helped you to move with feelings that were very true.

You laid flat on the ground and slammed your ass into the ground while nearing the end and stood up gracefully before standing in your final position stationary.

"Very good L/n" said someone who broke your trance. You turned around your blood ran cold when you saw the man you imagined was touching your body instead of your hand, near the door.

He walked inside and closed the door. He came near you and turned you around, making you face the mirror with him behind you and his hands in your shoulder.

"One thing: try to keep your hands on your waist inverted and the hand in your head can tangle into your hair for real to get more seductive results " he said as he acted out his instructions, his hands on your waist burned your flesh beneath the cloth.

His large hands went into your hair and found their place on the back of your head.

You hands were awkwardly placed infront of you and you felt his breath in your neck which made your hairs to rise.

He looked at your dilated eyes, "Special night with your boyfriend?" He asked curiously.

"Don't have anyone special enough yet" you replied.

He murmered under his breath that felt like he said "thank god".

He raised his head again and looked at you slowly bringing the hand in your head to you waist.

"Were you practicing this for yourself or do you have any purpose with this?" He asked deeply.

You almost moaned at his voice but with a quiet voice you replied "I actually wanted it to show this to you during the student evaluation time".

He growled and attacked your neck without any warning and you immediately couldn't stop a moan.

He turned you around immediately, pushed your back to the mirror and continued his assault on your neck.

You grabbed his hair and immediately brought his lips to yours where you shared a passionate kiss with him dominating your mouth.

He tasted of nothing but still you were addicted.

He pulled back completely and his eyes resembled yours as they were dilated.

"Not here honey, I want to take you slow and rough, make you feel every inch of me and I want to feel every inch of you but I won't be able to do so here. People will arrive soon, make yourself decent and wash your face babydoll" he said.

"Okay Master" you said with a smirk and watched him smirk back

"You will screaming that when I have you on different positions and on different surface, kitten" he said.

You immediately tightened your thighs and moved to go out of the studio when he called you

"Don't you dare dance that on student evaluation time because I don't want other men to look at your body in a way only I am allowed to from today" he said.

You nodded softly

He smiled and said

"Good girl"

#eunhyuk imagines #eunhyuk imagine #super junior imagines #lee hyukjae #hyukjae imagines #super junior eunhyuk #super junior #suju imagine #suju eunhyuk #suju #super junior d&e #eunhyuk

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nothingunrealistic · 1 year

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The sound of Billions, the television drama series about power and wealth in the world of high finance, is, in many ways, the sound of silence.

According to re-recording mixer, sound editor and sound designer Eric Hirsch, the mission of the Billions sound editorial and mix teams, who are based at Goldcrest Post in New York City, centers on a simple question. “What is the sound of nothing?” he says. “And how do we make it sound like nothing, but sound good?”

The answer? “It’s a rich palette of various unobtrusive things,” Hirsch says. “And every once in a while, there will be a sequence where it's a little bit more of a whiz-bang moment.”

[…]

Wall Street types value their peace and quiet, it seems. The Goldcrest team, together with the creators of Billions — Brian Koppelman, David Levien and Andrew Ross Sorkin — plus executive producer Mike Harrop and showrunner/executive producer Beth Schacter, agreed on some basic sound design rules almost from the beginning. “Nobody’s got a phone; there's no such thing as a ringtone in this show. And you can’t hear anything from the other side of the office doors,” Swiatlowski says.

“These traders make a lot of money, and they can invest a lot of money into their offices,” he continues. “So, anytime you're in an office and the door closes, no sound is getting through. But the moment the door opens, we can hear some stuff. That makes it easy for us to prepare what the showrunners are going to want to hear in a scene and what they're not going to want to hear.”

Billions is a very talky show, so the focus is always on the dialogue, whatever else is going on in the background. “So it's about somehow managing to take anything that would interfere with the dialogue and mixing it in a fashion that you can hear it, but it doesn't compete,” Swiatlowski says. The show is mixed in 5.1, although there has been some discussion about Dolby Atmos for the future, he says.

Since many scenes take place in quiet, glass-walled offices, you might imagine that the production mixer would be challenged by reflections. “We have very controlled spaces. They do a lot of work on putting blankets over the glass, so it's not super reflective,” Swiatlowski reports. “And they will sometimes put a blanket above the actor to minimize the amount of pinging around.”

There are also plenty of scenes outside of the brokerage houses on the show, a number of them filmed in Manhattan, where the environment can’t be controlled. But very little looping is done, per the wishes of the showrunners, who would rather have noisier production dialogue than record ADR. “There are probably only 20 cues, at most, in an episode. We do as little looping as possible,” he says.

That said, there are times when ADR is needed: “Mostly it's just adding lines or fixing a story. If we can just squeeze in a word or syllable to fix up a moment, we'll do that.”

[…]

There is a lot of music in Billions. “The showrunners, particularly Brian Koppelman, have very specific tastes about needle drops, and they make liberal use of them,” Swiatlowski says. Indeed, the needle drops — previously produced songs not written for the score — have taken on a life of their own, spawning Spotify playlists of tracks by the likes of U2, Fun Lovin’ Criminals and Sly & the Family Stone as well as indie rock favorites from the Replacements, Pylon and Pixies that have featured on the show over the years.

“There are a lot of cues with very, very, very short spaces in between,” he continues. “Also, the score, by Brendan Angelides [also known as Eskmo], is just everywhere. It’s kind of aethereal, but that contributes something to the emotional nature of the scene.”

Much like the sound design, Hirsch says, the music should generally be subliminal. “It's not quite the sound of nothing, but it is sort of the same idea. You don't ever want to be thinking about it, but you want to be propelled by it.”

Their job is to make the words shine and have everything else support that, Swiatlowski stresses. But of course, when the script takes the action outside of the office environment, the Goldcrest crew can have a little fun. “Then we can get a little bit more creative with our ambiences and the things you hear.”

“One thing I found interesting is that there's the dialnorm level that we have to get to,” Hirsch says. “A lot of the time, people are having these very intense, whispered conversations. So we monitor at 77 dBSPL, a really low level, because we have to just crank the mix in order to get up to where it needs to be. And because there's so little other sound, the dialogue has to be really loud. That's been an interesting thing to figure out.”

#billions #soundtrack posting #eric hirsch #gregg swiatlowski #they sure are having those intense whispered conversations aren't they. paging paul giamatti #also lol at ''the showrunners‚ particularly brian koppelman‚ have very specific tastes'' re: needle drops. call him out

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shipsgaysfordays · 1 year

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halo!! hope your day & week & month has been lovely:)) <3

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

🎶- favorite song right now?

⛅- what is your morning routine?

My month has gone pretty good, just lots of work all the time, I hope your day/week/month has been amazing as well<3

🍼—I feel like my favorite memory is hard to narrow down, I probably focus a bit too much on the negatives of life. One of my favorite memories would have to be beating my best friends in a card game that they showed me, it was about a year ago and I had been visiting for their birthdays (both have summer birthdays). I’m really close with their family so I had played this game a few times before but I’m always a bit out of practice since I only play it with them. It was a really nice time, just listening to music, eating I can’t remember what but probably like sweets or whatever, and then the moment happened: I finally beat them in their own game. It was amazing, it was glorious, I was so happy. PLUS I took a picture of the score sheet to be sure I had proof that I won……my friends now deny this event ever having happened and say that my proof is forgery.

🎶—I have a hard time narrowing things down so I’ll give you 3

and I can never not recommend this song:

⛅️—I don’t believe I have a really good/healthy morning routine. I have like 10 alarms, I try to wake up somewhat early so like around 6:30 (though it depends on the day if I can sleep in more). Then I honestly look on my phone for far too long, lots of times going on the t’s (twitter, tiktok, tumblr) and just avoiding my problems and the world. Every other day I take a shower in the morning. I try to remember to moisturize but that will happen when it happens. Some days I put on makeup and put a lot of effort into trying to look cool (i.e. like how I imagine Sirius Black would look), other days I’m a bit too lazy or running short on time. I feed my cat, make some caffeinated tea and put way too much creamer in it because I have a sweet tooth, and eat really whatever is around the house. I try to go to school as early as I can so I can hang out in the library for a bit and work on school work.

Thank you for the asks, sorry the answers are like essay length.

#ask game

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dimepdf · 2 years

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IT’S NOT LIVING — ANDREW!PETER PARKER

summary | Peter was having difficulty balancing being in a committed relationship with you and being Spiderman.

pairing: peter parker x reader

genre: very angsty, lovers to strangers

length: 1.5k words

cw: no nwh spoilers, gender-neutral reader, Andrew’s Peter suffering once more, someone give that man a hug, you’re his MJ, one-sided pinning, mentions of cheating

song(s) to listen to: It’s not living (if it’s not with you) by The 1975

a/n | I hope all of Andrew's fans are in TEARS as a result of this. Now I'm basing my recent fanfics on songs.

masterlist. / taglist. / any request?

He falls asleep during conversations.

“Peter.”

The white man flinched, his eyes widening as a sudden smile creaked on his face.

Peter sat with his head on top of his folded arms, slouching to lean against the library desk. Across from him sat you, the light of his life despite the irritated scowl on your lips.

“Were you even listening Parker?” Uh oh, you were using his last name, which suggested he made a mistake.

He wouldn't have taken the warning seriously if he hadn't loved hearing his name slip from your lips or seeing you roll your eyes. as well as watching you bring the pen you were holding to your lips, the gesture caused him to reposition himself in his chair.

“Of course, I was listening, I would pay just to hear you talk all day if it might I could hear you say my name like that again.”

He's gotta search the street when he's on vacation.

He couldn't get rid of the nervousness that made his ears ring or the way he fidgeted in place while holding your hand.

You assumed his nervous state was due to the new environment, the vacation being a gift that you both worked for, and given how recently anxious Peter had been working at the newspaper.

You wanted to do something to take his mind off his overly cluttered schedule. Something that brought you two back together again, missing the times when you two would just mess around in each other's company.

You planned the trip without telling him, assuming it wouldn't be too difficult to travel from New York to Florida for weeks.

He had worked hard enough to be able to take some time off, so you called ahead of time to ensure that he could use some of his vacation time without his knowledge.

You thought spending time together in the hot weather would be a good idea, but Peter couldn't seem to get his mind off whatever was bothering him the entire time. You sighed as you noticed him lost in thought again, clutching the ring box in your pocket.

maybe now wasn’t the best time…

And all I do is sit and think about you

Peter couldn't pull it off. That man was struggling to balance his two lives, being Spiderman and your boyfriend, and he noticed how distant you two were from each other.

You were also the one to come to him for something or reach out when it came to your relationship, which he appreciated because he didn't have to give his full attention knowing that you'd always be there when he was done doing what he needed as Spiderman.

But he could tell you were giving up on him recently; he knew you were tired of putting in your all just to spend time with him before he would stumble into his apartment sore and tired.

Or simply stopped him when he made excuses for standing you up on dates you reminded him of weeks in advance.

You were slipping away, unaware that even when he was away fighting bad guys in his secret life, he was still too distracted to do his job with you and as Spiderman properly.

and I know you think you’re sly but you need some imagination

He felt the way you tensed as your phone chimed by your lap, refusing to flip your phone upward to even take notice of the notification.

A pit formed in the bottom of his stomach as the device ding again, watching as you picked it up and placed it against your nightstand.

Still lying face down He reasoned that if he forgot about it, the numbing sensation that had settled in his brain would go away.

He'd just forget about how you shifted away from him moments later to answer the unexpected phone call that you left to answer in another room.

He tried to stop himself from trailing after you overheard the conversation that irritated him.

You were talking to someone else, someone he didn't know the name of or how you and he met without his knowledge. You used to tell him about everyone you met, but now he felt like a stranger in your life.

“who was that?”

You avoided his stare by crawling against the mattress with your phone in hand, returning to cuddling against his side.

Peter stopped you before you could reach out to touch him, crossing his arms and sitting against your headboard, his gaze redirected to the movie that was now playing for deaf ears.

“A friend, just asking if we could hang out tomorrow”

“I thought we had something planned for tomorrow?”

The question caught you off guard, and you looked up at Peter, perplexed.

You could tell something was wrong with him by the way he sat just to avoid making eye contact with you, or by the way, he bit the dead skin from his lips. He was envious, as evidenced by his posture.

Knowing that Peter would usually stand you up whenever you made plans to spend time together, you weren't bothered with the task any longer.

Finding it mentally taxing to constantly remind him that he needed to keep the time in his schedule to hang out with you.

So, naturally, you stopped making plans, reasoning that it would be better for you both to find time to hang out naturally within your schedules.

Of course, the plan failed; if anything, it gave Peter the idea that he could spend more time as Spiderman, leaving you alone.

“We do?”

“Yeah, let’s do something tomorrow I’ve missed hanging out with you”

all I do is sit and drink without you.

Peter messed up.

He got carried away again, taking care of other people's problems while swinging through the streets, fixing whatever he could get his hands on.

He noticed the time had passed midnight just moments before assisting a woman in returning her stolen bike, allowing time to get the best of him.

His heart skipped a beat when he realized he was supposed to spend the night at your house, as he promised last night.

Swinging to your house with a speed he never imagined he could achieve, only to realize it was too late. He was about to walk up to your apartment when he noticed you walking out the building's doors.

He felt his heart drop, dipping behind the corner and peeking around the corner to see you walking in the opposite direction with another guy by your side.

“He always does this it’s fine, it’s just how Peter is” You were talking about him to the guy, and the guy knew Peter's name but didn't know his something that was entirely his fault, but he couldn't swallow the fact that you were busy making excuses for him.

if I choose then I lose.

“I’m spiderman.”

The confession was a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere that had settled within your bedroom; only moments before, you and your partner had been yelling at each other.

Just moments ago, you and Peter were arguing about the guy he couldn't get his mind off of; he had been trying all day to shake his mind off of the nameless virus that he was blaming for your absence, and he accused you of things he would never have expected you to do.

While speaking from a place of rage and heartbreak, he was doing the same to yours.

“Well, when you see Peter Parker tell him that I can’t do this anymore.”

distract my brain from the terrible news.

Peter knew stalking you on social media was a toxic thing to do.

It had been two years since he told you he was Spiderman and two years since you broke off your relationship, leaving him in his own head.

It took him months to discover that you had begun dating the nameless man who seemed to sweep you off your feet at just the right time.

He also discovered his name was Harry, and you two worked for the same company, apparently meeting through work, and he had been smitten with you ever since.

The only difference between Harry and Peter was that Harry actually treated you like he was.

It took Peter a few more years to realize Harry's true identity, the rage he felt when he discovered the man you were in love with was the cause of your untimely death, he was a monster who fed off of other people's suffering.

He wanted to smack that smug look off his face when he proudly boasted about taking you away from him, saying that lying to you was the easiest thing he'd ever done.

“thanks to you [y/n] never knew what a real relationship was, you just made it so easy for me to kill them”

it’s not living if it’s not with you

“I became bitter and stopped pulling my punches. I became full of rage.”

notes: Hopefully the users below don’t mind that I’m tagging them in literally all my Andrew!Peter fanfics for now on.

— taglist: @tsukishimawhore @meowkinq @denkisdurag @lolalora @thatbaepizzalover @louderfortheback @cxnismajcr

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 2 years

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With a click of a camera

Marvel Masterlist | Full Masterlist

A/N: Thank you for requesting, enjoy!! I hope this reaches what you hoped for! 🙂

Request by @n1ghtlux: I'm so happy to see you write for Andrews Peter Parker, this version will always hold a very dear place in my heart. Unfortunately I've been stuck with writer's block but I've had this idea for a while now and I'd love for you to pick it up. Reader works at a skateshop, that's how Peter knows her since he's always breaking decks and ruining ball bearings. At this point it feels like he's doing it on purpose just to get to talk to her again. But for the first time he sees her at the skate park and is absolutely mesmerized by the way she almost seems to fly over obstacles with such grace (we hinting at superpowers here???) "You following me?" - "what? No, no! I was just- and then you-" *does awkward whooshing sound "relax Parker, I'm messing with you. Here watch this." etc.

Summary: Working at Wheel's on Fire had its perks, especially when Peter Parker came in unannounced. The two of you knew one another from school but had separate friend groups. However, you still managed to run into each other whether it be at school or the skateshop you worked at.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your nickname

Wheel's on Fire -> the skate shop you work at.

Warnings: none

Peter Parker x-reader

"That'll be $20.00s," I said, setting the bag of items down. The customer reached into her purse to pull out the cash. She took out a twenty dollar bill from the leather wallet sitting at the bottom of her purple purse. She set the money on the counter then went back to her phone that sat in her hands. The girl twirled her hair around, not bothering to look up. I put the money into the lower part of the register.

"Would you like your receipt?" I questioned. The blonde continued to gaze at her phone, texting someone rather than answering my question. I sighed and decided to just to print her receipt rather than asking her again. After printing the paper receipt, I tore it off of the machine and set it into the bag. "Have a good rest of your day," I said while holding the grocery bag.

The girl looked up at her phone with raised brows. She rolled her eyes and took the bag out of my grip. A chime sounded from the front door of the skateshop. I looked away from the register to see Peter Parker entering. He was a common customer, making up excuses to come see me. Sometimes he'd just say hello even if he didn't need help with his board.

Every time he came into the store, some part of his board would be broken like the paint chipping or he needed to exchange the wheels for a new one. He wore his classic navy blue sports jacket with his marine green backpack hanging loose from his shoulder. Peter would always come into the store with his earbuds in, listening to his favorite songs; which consisted of Imagine Dragons or The Clash.

The girl from earlier tossed her hair to the side, almost bumping into Peter. "Oop, sorry," Peter apologized, dodging out of the way with his hands raised; causing him to bump into a rack full of different snacks. "Come again soon!" I hollered. The blonde ignored my statement and slipped through the door.

"Or not," I muttered.

Peter smiled at me with his lips pressed in a thin line. He set his backpack on the register's counter. "Sup Pete," I greeted, taking a sip of my water. "What seems to be the problem today?" I asked. Peter held up a finger and reached into his backpack.

He pulled out his black and orange board then set it onto the counter. The two back wheels were completely missing where originally two red wheels had been screwed on. I chuckled and looked up at him with raised brows.

"Wanna tell me how this happened?" I said, holding up the end of the board.

He softly chuckleed and scratched the back of his neck. A lopsided smirk appeared on his face. My stomach couldn't help but do flips at the sight of that smirk he always seemed to put on around me. "I was uh," he chuckled nervously, "Trying to do a flip when the board hit the ramp, I don't exactly remember what happened after that."

I nodded. I stepped back to see what types of wheels we had gotten over the week. You'd be surprised how much we run out of by the end of the week. "What kind of wheels were they?" I asked, kneeling down in front of one of the plastic black bins. Peter looked down at his board to see which ones the other's were. "Uh, street wheels," Peter answered. I brought up my arm, giving him a thumbs up.

A couple seconds passed bye until I successfully found the right wheels for his board. "Here ya go my friend," I said, setting them on the counter. He quietly thanked me and twisted the wheels onto his beloved board. Peter grabbed his wallet from the side pocket of his backpack. "Oh, Pete. It's okay," I said. "But I-" he started. "It's free, you're here so much, might as well be on the house," I replied, earning a smile from him.

"Well, I uh, I should go," Peter stated, "May's got me doin' some stupid chores around the house." I nodded and closed the register, making sure everything was in line. Peter swung his backpack over his shoulder. "I'll see you later?" I said. "Sure will," Peter responded. He winked at me before making his way towards the door. I looked down at the counter and happened to see that he had left his board. "Um, Peter? You might need your board!" I called just as he was about to leave.

Peter turned to look at the counter. He thanked me and swiped his board from the register then walked over to the front doors, almost knocking over the same rack. I chuckled, shaking my head in amusement. Damn, did this boy make me melt.

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(Next Day)

The sun shined down on the skatepark, letting out its shine around the skating area. White clouds scattered about the bright blue sky, the wind brushing passed them. My feet stayed put on my board as I slid up and down the ramp, my arms waving alongside my body. The skatepark wasn't so crowded which was nice; I wouldn't have to worry about potentially running into anyone.

Some food vendors had set up shop about a half an hour ago which was pretty cool that way I had something to eat if I was hungry. My smile got bigger at the feeling of the quick wind hitting me as I rode my yellow and blue skateboard. I made it to the other side of the ramp, standing on the rim. I tucked my hair away from my face just in case if it got in the way.

I stretched out my arms, bending my knees slightly. I tilted the board forward so the nose was pointing towards the bottom of the skate ramp. I slid down the middle, hopping into the area and flipping myself around. A cheerful chuckle escaped my lips as I landed safely back on the other side. During my trick, I couldn't help but notice none other than Peter Parker reaching his camera up to take a quick photo of me (GIF Above).

"Followin' me, Parker?" I questioned, looking at him with raised brows. He jumped slightly when I had taken notice of him. He turned around then back to face me. "Huh?" Peter said, "No, I wasn't following you. I thought the- you did-" He waved his hands around, making a whoosh sound as he waved his arms around.

"You did the trick, and I wanted to take a candid photo of you," Peter continued.

He let go of his camera and walked towards me. I tilted the board up so the top was facing me. I picked it up and walked over to my backpack that was sitting on a wooden bench. "Can I see it?" I asked. "See what?" Peter said, now standing beside me. "The picture," I spoke. "Oh, yeah, yeah for sure," he repeated. He took his camera off his neck and went to the picture he had taken of me just a few moments ago.

My smile widened at the sight. The picture was awesome. It perfectly depicted how much I loved skateboarding. My hair was blowing away from my face as my hand gripped the front of the board whereas my other arm was extended in the air. "Pete, this is awesome," I complemented. His photography skills always amazed me.

"Thanks," he said, putting a hand on the back of his neck in an awkward manner. "Hey, would you wanna have dinner at my place tonight?" I questioned, "My mom's making lasagna, and I'd love for you to be there. Only if you want to, I totally understand if you-"

"I'd love to," he interrupted.

"Really?"

Peter nodded with a tender smile on his face. He fixed the strap of his backpack, keeping a hand on the leather strap. "Perfect. I, uh, I'll uh.." I trailed. "Call you," he finished. "Yeah, that," I said, chuckling nervously.

A silent pause commenced between the two of us the longer we stood there. I tucked my board into the pocket of my backpack. "I'll see ya later," I said while I put my backpack on my shoulders. Peter nodded and waved me goodbye before skating towards his house. I smiled as I felt my cheeks glow to a light pink color.

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shayesinterlude · 2 years

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Coach dadmack definitely has Life is a Highway in his playlist.

p.s, it was Matt’s idea to make the playlist but Nicky ofc pitched in that song.

no bc w a i t

can’t you imagine our dadmack???

driving the bus back home from an away game on a near empty interstate. him checking the review mirror to see his kids thankfully/seemingly all asleep.

the foxes tucked up against one another or strung across the seats with blankets the girls bought along, perfectly safety and sound. even Abby drifted off in the seat closest his, Kevin’s zip up tossed over her front.

With a few taps to his phone, and a light up turn of the volume. (Ofc nothing too loud to wake up the kids) he puts the playlist, idiot 1 and idiot 2 made for him on shuffle and cue-Life is a Highway

// cue musical guitar solo intro. yk what i’m talking abt //

Coach drumming the wheel and checking the rear view one more time, to see if anyone’s been disturbed. After seeing no one has moved an inch, he turns the dile up three notches.

// cue Dadmack doing very serious dad-like head bobbing to the beat //

“There’s a world outside every darkened door.”

“Where blues won’t haunt you anymore.”, Coach would call back, tapping his left foot.

“Where the brave are free and lovers soar, come ride with me to the distant shore..”

Then he’d finally break and sing along, “Come ride with me to the distant shore. We won’t hesitate. To break down the garden gate.-“

And you know at this point with the foxes asleep, his guard is down. And with the wide open road ahead, he is of course reminiscing, about the 80’s and his old garage boy band.

“There’s not much time left today,” he’d nod along at ease. “yeah and-“

“LIFE IS AN HIGHWAY.”

All the foxes (save an amused kevin and andrew) would literally bellow at the top of their lungs at him, leering over their seats, “I wanna ride it all night long..~”

i may add a little to this later, possibly just a small ending or from the foxes pov, like who wakes up first and etc, but i overheard this song and it instantly gave me dad energy.

#coach wymack #aftg #neil josten #the foxhole court #twinyards #all for the game #dan wilds #matt boyd #nicky hemmick #exy #kevin day #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #renee walker #allison reynolds #life is a highway #the foxes #aftg hc #aftg headcanon

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jingerhead · 3 years

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congrats on 400!! you deserve it ily 🧡

for the prompt list: 4 and 17? this is just me shamelessly asking for an andreil wedding/wedding night drabble

Thank you so much lovely!!! You're too sweet, ily too ~

OH as if I haven't written enough Andreil weddings already hehe, I think this will be either the 5th or 6th thing wedding related I've written for them. Honestly, I'm totally okay with them never getting married like Nora said, but wedding fics are fun. I'll write as many as you'd like!

(This ended up so much softer than I meant it to be)

4 - I've never seen you dance before

17 - You didn't have to marry me, you know

Their wedding was over in under an hour.

Planning the entire thing took much longer than that, but the trip to the courthouse and signing everything didn't take long. And when they were traveling back to their apartment, Neil realized that he didn't feel any different than before the ceremony, but he supposed that was a good thing. In his mind, it didn't matter if he and Andrew got married, but he also knew that no matter how many 'excuses' Andrew gave, he'd genuinely wanted to do it if he brought it up at all.

Things still didn't feel different when they walked back through the door to their home, greeted by King and Sir, who couldn't go along with them. As he took off his shoes, Neil fidgeted with the silicone band around his finger, identical to the one around Andrew's. They'd learned that metal was out of the question the moment Neil's fingers had come into contact with one while shopping together, too many sensations similar and yet different against the scars on his hands. After that disaster of a trip, Andrew had bought them the silicone rings, claiming they went better with his style, anyways.

What mattered to Neil was that they worked, because he didn't want to hide his wedding ring on a chain around his neck, and he wanted something he'd be able to physically touch. He stopped moving the ring around his finger for a moment, looking up at where Andrew stood in the living room, fixing one of the curtains that one of the cats had messed with in their absence. They hadn't dressed up for the day, instead opting to wear something casual and comfortable, but it felt far more real like that. Andrew hadn't let him wear his sweatpants, though - or his jorts, even though it was hot outside.

Neil had no idea what else Andrew had planned for today, and he had no idea what was supposed to be done on a wedding day, but there was one thing that came to mind.

"Will you dance with me?" Neil asked as he crossed the room.

Andrew waited until Neil stopped behind him, still staring at the curtains that had been put back into place. "Why," he said, tone too monotone to be phrased as a question.

"I've never seen you dance before," Neil said, which was true. It was one of the things he couldn't imagine Andrew doing. "People usually dance on their wedding day."

Slowly, Andrew turned until he was facing Neil, staring at him for a moment. Neil watched him as he walked to the small table at the end of their couch, grabbing his phone and eventually playing some song quietly.

"We can't choose together?" Neil asked.

The leather jacket Andrew had been wearing was laid over the arm of the couch. "Your taste in music is shit," he said, walking back towards Neil until there was barely any space between them.

For another moment they stood in silence, listening to the song playing from Andrew's phone instead of moving to dance. Neil could feel a fond smile stretching his lips the longer he stared at...well, at his husband. "You didn't have to marry me, you know," he reminded Andrew, leaving his hands at his side so they could be moved easily.

"I did," Andrew said, grabbing one hand and guiding it to his shoulder. "If I didn't, someone else would be stuck with you. Had to spare them that fate."

Neil held more tightly to Andrew's other hand. "I don't swing."

Andrew tugged him closer, his gaze unwavering. "I know."

In the end, Neil was pretty sure what they were doing was more swaying than dancing, but it was good. Exactly what he wanted it to be.

#aftg #aftg fanfic #tfc #tfc fanfic #all for the game #all for the game fanfic #jinger's works #andreil #andreil fanfic #andriel #pretty sure i've used that line before #BUT ITS GOOD #AND I DON'T CARE ITS MINE ANYWAYS PFFF #how did this end up so soft #i didn't mean for it to

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atalho-s · 3 years

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Light Up The Dark

Part 2 | We are accidents waiting to happen

pairing: bartender!tom x famous!reader

warnings: smut +18 miniors dni, swear words?, drinking, let me know if anything else!

words: 5.0 k

a/n: english it’s not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistake! I don’t have a taglist yet, but if you want to be tagged in the next chapters let me know!!

PART 2 if you want to read part 1 click here!

It was already Saturday. The day Y/n took for herself. Writing was extraordinary, but she loved having a day off to take care of herself. She spent the day doing things she enjoyed, whether it was lying in bed watching a movie or trying to cook something.

After the fateful day of writer's block she started writing like crazy, so she didn't feel guilty about taking a day off without thinking about her characters and how they would get out of the challenges she had created for them.

The fateful day. For some reason she kept thinking about that damned Brit with that accent. For a moment she'd been scared that she'd been seen by paparazzi hanging out with the mysterious bartender, or even some picture of him leaving her apartment. But nothing came out in the news on the gossip sites, which made her relieved.

As much as she deserved to have fun once in a while and wasn't doing anything wrong, she still didn't want to bring attention to herself and even less to a guy who wasn't even famous. She was afraid to put anyone who wasn't famous in the media. Fear that one day suddenly, this person might be persecuted because of her.

Anyway, it had just been a crazy night. Nothing much. And she didn't intend to see him again. So she had nothing to worry about.

Sitting down in the kitchen counter with her familiar cup of coffee she got lost in some thoughts. Why hadn't she stopped thinking about him ever since? It had been a great night, but that was all. She didn't even know him well.

Maybe it was because her creative block had been broken after being with him. But obviously it was just a coincidence. She had just felt inspired after a distraction.

She shook his head away from the thoughts and placed the cup in the sink. She took a deep breath and thought about what to do next. But before she could think of anything else her cell phone started ringing on the counter. She was almost jump by the sudden sound, seeing the screen indicating that it was Milla, her agent, who had become one of her best friends.

- Hi Mil! - she said after sliding the screen.

- Good morning baby. - she said on the other end of the line. - Ready for the party?

- Party? What a party? - Y/n asked confused starting to wash the small amount ofdishes she had soiled.

- How you don't know? I thought I sent you the invitation on your email and I even sent you a message!

- Bestie, I haven't seen my email or message for days. I was super focused on the book, my writer's block finally went away.

- Really? I knew that would go away! You were worried for nothing. What did you do to go back to writing? - Milla asked and Y/n smiled a little.

- Well... I just went out to chill out a bit...Nothing much.

- Y/n getting out on weekdays? And even on the days you're writing a book? That's what I call grow. - she said and Y/n rolled her eyes laughing. - I'm even afraid to invite you to parties, because I know when you're writing you hate to go out... But it's good to know that you're getting out of your routine a little...

- Yeah, sometimes it's good to breathe new air. - Y/n replied drying his hands on a towel. - But what party are you talking about?

- A party of none other than Emma Brown. - Y/n snorted. Emma Brown was a great actress who to tell the truth she didn't know much, she only knew her from a couple of her movies, but other than that she didn't know much about her.

But what she did know was that she had some also famous friends of questionable taste. They were those famous people who only knew about money, women, cars and mansions. But she was tipped for a theatrical adaptation of one of her books and she wanted everything to come out perfect. She was very afraid the movie would end up ruining her work.

- Do I really have to go? - She asked in a tearful voice.

- Yes you have! It's going to be a really fancy birthday party for her, all the famous people in the industry are going to be there. You know you have to socialize with these people. Who knows, you can make some important friendships...

- Milla... I don't know... I don't need important friendships. I don't need anyone to stand up or approach others for interest.

- I know you don't need anyone for that... I just meant that you're very isolated, you need to make connections, understand? I know it's hard because you hate all that fame and stuff. But if you want the adaptation of your story to be good, there's no way... Besides, one of the great directors you left me on the list to research will be there too. So it would be really cool to kill two birds with one stone. - Milla said and Y/n sighed. She was right, if she wanted everything to work out she had to at least have a conversation with these people. It would be weird to refuse Emma's invitation to her birthday. It would just show that she was uninterested.

- Okay... You won ok? - She said and Milla gave an excited squeal. - But I won't stay long!

- Okay, okay... Just for you to go is great! Andrew will be there shortly for you to choose a dress. -Andrew was her stylist and she practically jumped every time Y/n had an important event, because it was rare for her to go. Good thing he didn't just have her as a client, because otherwise he'd be bored out of his mind for a long time.

- Okay Mil, thank you... I love you! - She said and Milla said goodbye hanging up the phone.

It was late afternoon when Andrew arrived at her apartment with several suitcases and bags in both hands. He really had brought up thousands of options. But Y/n ended up choosing a slightly shiny black dress that went just above the knee with a V-neck. Something cute, but nothing too fancy.

He did her makeup. Which wasn't too heavy either, as she hated things that were too heavy on her face. Finally she put on a mid-heeled sandal in the same color as the dress and her sparkly earrings. Before Andrew left her apartment satisfied with the result.

It was almost 7:30 pm when a black car that would take her to the party location arrived in front of her building and she got out enter the backseat right after. She was apprehensive. She hated socializing to tell the truth. Large crowds and cameras really made her anxious.

After almost 20 minutes the car stopped in front of what appeared to be a large gate. Several paparazzi showed up and started taking pictures of her car surrounding her or even tapping on the window a little, asking her if she could talk to them. Which she obviously ignored. The driver introduced himself to the doorman and he opened the gate letting the car pass and stop in front of a luxurious mansion.

Some people were coming in and others were standing in front talking. She saw that there were some familiar faces of the media. Actresses, actors, singers, famous people of every imaginable type.

She opened the car door and walked out towards the large entrance. She smiled at a few people, nodding her head as she passed and found herself in a crowd of people as she entered the place. There really were a lot of people, despite the place being even bigger inside. Many with fancy drinks in hand and chatting. A song playing on the background.

She walked deeper into the room and took a quick look around trying to find the birthday girl. After a few minutes she found her near one of the sofas. Y/n walked over and stopped beside her, causing Emma to stop her conversation with two more people and look at her.

- Happy Birthday! - Y/n said in the friendliest way possible and Emma smirked and hugged her lightly afterwards.

- Thank you! Glad you came! - she said, breaking out of the hug after a few seconds.

- Your party is very beautiful, I loved the decoration. - Y/n said looking around. Indeed Emma had decorated the place in a simple way, but at the same time fancy and beautiful.

- Oh thank you... - she said, still smiling. - I'm very happy that you accepted my invitation, we have a lot to talk about since maybe we'll work together, right?

- No problem, obviously I would come... - Y/n said and almost punched herself because she was very fake in saying that. - But we really have to talk!

- Well, I was talking to Jim just now... I can give you his number later... He's a great director and I think it would be great for your adaptation... - Emma said and Y/n thought that she was really interested in that adaptation, because she was even talking to the possible renowned director, which surprised her. She thought Emma was a little more oblivious to her books and even movie stuff. She thought she was one of those famous actresses who expected others to come after her, not being interested in the work itself, but only on the fame and money. - We love your book! I think it has great potential for a grand adaptation.

- Wow, that is good to hear! Thanks a lot! - Y/n said sincerely this time. - I'll love talking to him too...

- Sure! - She looked behind Y/n and motioned to someone from far away. - Hey Jim! You can come here? - She asked speaking loudly for him to hear and Y/n turned around watching the director approaching after saying goodbye to someone. He wasn't much older than she thought, maybe in his early thirties, he wore a small beard that fit his face and short hair, but with curls that jutted out around his head. -That's Y/n... Y/n that's Jim...-Emma said when he got in front of her and Jim held out his hand with a smile.

- Nice to meet Y/n, we finally met... - he said and Y/n shook his hand also smiling.

- Nice to meet you Jim! - She said and Emma sat in one of the armchairs indicating for the two to sit, which they did next.

- Do you two want something to drink? Champagne?- Emma asked and they both accepted as she motioned for someone from far away to bring them.

- Well, I found your book very intriguing Y/n... I can say I haven't slept for a while... - Jim said laughing a little and Y/n smiled. - It's a very well written story, I loved the plots and it has a great resolution. I think I would make a good 2 hour movie with all this material... - he said and Y/n paid attention until something took her a little out of focus. Something not. Somebody.

It was the waiter, and not just any waiter. It was Tom. He came into her vision and she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Maybe it was a mirage or she was mistaking him for someone else. But when he approached she was sure it was him. He came with a tray with drinks in one hand. He was wering a white dress shirt, with black pants. The typical pattern of a fancy party waiter. But he was beautiful. Y/n felt a shiver for a moment and tried to hide it by looking back at Jim who was still talking about his plans for the possible movie.

Maybe Tom didn't even remember her. She was just a one-night stand, he should do that with a lot of girls out there, so it wasn't something new to him. As soon as he arrived, he handed one of the glasses to Emma beside her and Y/n felt her breath quicken a little. She didn't know why she was so nervous. It was just a waiter she had slept with a few days ago.

- Excuse me... - he said and Y/n looked up at him quickly seeing that he was right in front of him. -Here it is miss...-he said looking her in the eyes and then winking at her, wich almost make her shrink in her chair. He held out the tray for her to take one of the glasses and she did, looking away at Jim.

- So, what do you think? - Jim asked taking the glass from the tray and Y/n took a sip of his surprise drink.

- Sorry? - She asked guiltily for having been distracted.

- About us meeting and having a meeting next week? That way I can show you my idea better. - he said and Y/n smiled.

- Of course, that would be great! - she said and Tom walked away not looking in her direction again, which left her disappointed for a second. She would going to love looking into those eyes again.

- Perfect! - Jim replied excitedly and started talking about other things as well as Emma.

They talked for almost an hour, until Emma went to talk to other people and Jim said he was leaving as he had some work in the morning. Y/n sat for a while and finished drinking the last of her champagne and placed it on the table in front of her.

She thought about leaving. She had already done the important interactions for the night. So, she had no reason to stay there. But she kept thinking about the damn waiter. Would it be weird to go talk to him? Maybe just say hi? But she doubted he would want to talk to her. Besides, he was working. She didn't want to get in his way.

Getting up from her chair and straightening her dress, she forced her steps towards the exit, but stopped midway as she saw Tom walking into what appeared to be the kitchen with the tray tucked under his arm. She looked at the exit door and sighed. Okay, if she went to him just to say hi, it wouldn't hurt would it?

Y/n turned and headed in the direction that Tom had gone. She couldn't even believe she was doing it this. She would looked ridiculous in his eyes. But she choose to ignore the little voice of reason again. Passing by a few people, and walking out into a empty hallway, she opening a single door at end. She closed in behind her and turned to see that Tom was on his back piling some boxes in a corner. His muscles in that outfit made her feel tempted somehow, so she swallowed hard. He turned at the sound of the door closing and looked at her with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

- Looking for something madam? - He asked with a smirk.

- Actually... - Y/n thought of some excuse, maybe it would be better, so it would seem that she was there for something else and not for him. - Yeah... I was looking for the bathroom, I think I take the wrong direction...

- Yeah...Actually, the bathroom is on the other side of the hallway... - he said leaning against the kitchen counter and looking her up and down, making her feel completely vulnerable. After his eyes roamed her legs and bust, they came to her face and he grinned.

- Okay, I'll... - Y/n started saying and turned around taking a few steps. But she stopped midway, closing his eyes, tearing himself apart from the inside out of embarrassment. She turned around again seeing that he was still watching her, now with his arms crossed over his chest, wondering what she would do next. - You remember me don't you? - She asked fearfully.

- Of course I remember darling... - he said, practically intensifying his accent in that nickname that was so perfect in his voice. Y/n took a few steps forward also crossing her arms. - How could I forget the famous writer Y/n?- He raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes with his last sentence.

- It really was an...- She looked at her feet trying to find a word. - Interesting night… - she finally said and he chuckled, making her look up.

- Very interesting indeed... - he said putting his hands in his front pockets, pulling himself away from the counter and heading towards her. Y/n wanted to say goodbye and leave, run away as fast as possible. But she couldn't, every move he did was too tempting, so she just stood there watching him get closer and closer to her. He stopped in front of her and looked into her eyes, smiling slightly.

- What are you doing here? Do you work as a waiter at parties too? - Y/n asked curiously.

- My boss sometimes receives proposals for us to work at these rich parties... - he said with a shrug.

- Oh... Nice... - she said crossing her arms. - Well...Now I really have to go... - she said trying to get away from it one last time.

- Why did you really come here love? -Tom asked tilting his head a little to the side and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

- I told you, I was looking for the bathroom. -Y/n looked at his face trying to be firm, but saw that he still wore that smirk. Why did he have to be so confident like that?

- Oh sure... Just like you also looked for some excuse that day for me to leave, but failed miserably?- he asked making a thoughtful face and she still hadn't decided if she wanted to slap him or kiss him.

- Why did you leave without saying goodbye tho? - She asked ignoring what he had said.

- So that's why you came after me? Are you hurt that I didn't leave you a goodbye kiss? - he said pouting.

- Of course not, I just... I don't know, it would be nice to say that you were leaving and that you wouldn't stay for breakfast... - Y/n said looking to the side, avoiding those brown eyes that intimidated her.

- Darling, I'm not that type guy, sorry...

- What type of guy? - she still avoided looking at him.

- The type who stay for breakfeast. -he said taking a hand from her pocket and taking her chin gently, making her look at him. - But if you want some fun I'm at your disposal. -he said and she bit her lower lip lightly making him deviate his eyes towards her lips. - Do you want darling?- he asked quietly and Y/n seemed to be transfixed by her touch. She was surrendered, she couldn't deny it. Maybe even hypnotized.

- I...- she said with a little shaky voice. - I don't know...

- Yes or no?- he asked looking from her lips to her eyes and she felt her breath getting heavy.

- Yes...- she just spoke as a whisper and he smiled satisfied.

- How about you meet me in 15 minutes in the bathroom of the pool house? - He said and she just shook her head slowly. Tom released her chin and backed away slowly, not taking his eyes off her, and then walked away leaving her alone with her heart racing.

Y/n took a deep breath and tried to place herself in what had just happened. Did she really want this? Her mind could try to hear the voice of reason, but it was drowned out by her body's reaction. She wanted to feel him again.

She walked away quickly, passing several people who were talking loudly or who were already drunk. She looked around and saw the door that led to the back side and sneak there, getting out and feeling the slightly chilly night air, closing the sliding door behind her.

She saw the pool that had some people around it and a little further to the right a door that opened into another closed space. Probably the pool house. She walked over there, trying to hide it so no one would see her, and went inside. She closed the front door slowly and headed towards the bathroom.

The place was dark, with only the lights outside. So she was holding her hand into to some stuff until he found the door. She went in and turned on the light. The bathroom was spacious, with a large sink and a huge mirror in front of it. She closed herself off and looked at herself in the reflection.

That was crazy. She had never done that at parties. Not even when she was drunk. And now she was there, looking forward to what might happen. In fact she knew what was going to happen, just as she knew when she invited him up to her apartment that night. But even so, she felt butterflies in her stomach in anticipation.

After almost 10 minutes of waiting she heard the bathroom door open and she turned in the direction, feeling extremely anxious. Tom came in looking over his shoulder and closed the door soon after, looking at her with an opening grin. He locked the door slowly with one hand and came towards her in a hurry.

The next thing she felt was his lips pressing against hers urgently. He kissed her like it was the last thing he would do. Running her tongue over her lips asking permission and Y/n opened it slowly letting him explore her mouth with his burning tongue.

She ran her hand around the back of his neck pulling his hair and he responded by holding her waist tightly. Tom walked forward and she leaned her back against the sink counter. Making him lift her with agility, sitting her down on the cold surface and getting between her legs. She grunted in surprise against his mouth and he broke the kiss for air. Kissing from her neck to her collarbone and she closed her eyes feeling his touch.

- Tom... - she said in a low voice. - You won't get in trouble if you disappear like that? -he now kissed her neckline and squeezed her thigh with desire.

- Not if we're fast darling. -He spoke a bit husky, moving his kisses to her earlobe, biting lightly and she moaned low. - And despite loving your sounds, you will have to be silent. - He looked at her smiling maliciously. - Promise? -He spoke touching her nose with his lightly, looking at her closely, and she nodded making him attack her lips next.

Still kissing her he pulled the hem of her dress up a little and she bit his lip making him smile against the kiss. Her fingers reached her inner thigh and then moved up to her panties. Tom put the fabric aside with one of her fingers and passed one slowly at her entrance feeling her wetness.

- Always ready for me aren't you darling? -He said pulling his mouth away from hers, staying just a few centimeters away from her. She moaned softly again and he smiled as he pulled her fingers away and replaced them around her thighs pulling her closer to the edge of the sink. He started to finger her really slowly and she bite her lips, trying to control her moaning. Tom keep his pace just watching her face squirm with pleasure. After seconds he removed his delicious fingers making her almost protest out loud, makind him smile even more. If wasn't for the rush he would definitively make his time with you.

Y/n then put his hands on the collar of his shirt and opened the first buttons. Kissing his neck with desire, making him squeeze her thighs in response. Biting her lips he unfastened his belt and then the buttons of his pants pulled them down along with his boxers, revealing his cock. He pulled her in for one more kiss before taking the condom package from his pocket and opening it, meanwhile Y/n was kissing uncovered place she could reach, from his face to his chest, opening more buttons of his shirt.

Tom adjusted the condom on his cock before taking a few thrusts. He moved even closer to her, if that was even possible, and gave her a peck.

- Ready? He spoke softly against her lips and she nodded almost in despair, wanting to feel him inside her more than anything.

He smiled once more and slid his cock easily as she was completely wet. Tom growled low against her ear and Y/n bit her lip so no sound could come out. He started to move, after she was more adjusted to his size, at first slowly and starting to increase his pace with each second.

-Fuck... - he cursed softly against her ear and she pulled the hair from his neck with one hand, while the other squeezed his shoulder. The more he increased the pace she felt as if she were coming off the ground. - So tight darling... - he said between small grunts. - Feels so good...

- Tom... - Y/n spoke and he increased the pace even more making her moan with the sudden sensation of pleasure and he muffled her sounds by sticking his lips on hers.

-Shh… - he said after moving his lips from hers and Y/n tried her best to keep the sounds to herself, but he filled her perfectly and made her feel so good that she couldn't help it. Tom smirked and put his hand over her mouth, covering her moans. - Can't contain yourself? -he said and kissed her neck giving light bites and hickeys. -You're so easy for me, love... Look at you...- he spoke in a low voice, while still holding his hand firm in her mouth and kissing below her ear. - So easy...- he said going faster, as if it were possible, and bit his lower lip trying to contain his own moans this time, touching his nose to her cheek.

- Please…- she managed to speak muffled against his hand, feeling her orgasm quickly building.

- I know sweetheart... - he said making her feel his heavy breath into her cheek. -I got you ...-he finally said and that was enough for her orgasm to release with force, making him also come right after her with one last muffled grunt against her neck. He continued to move slowly for a few more seconds, before coming to a complete stop. The two of them with their breaths out of control. Reaching their high.

After a few minutes Tom took his hand from her mouth and soon after took his member out of her slowly. The two were silent the entire time. Y/n felt empty as soonTom walked away to clean up, still half dazed from all the pleasure she just felt. He cleaned himself up and discarded the condom, zipping his pants and turned around, buttoning his shirt right away. Y/n didn't take her eyes off every move he made and he smiled approaching her.

- Want some help darling? - he asked standing in front of her and she held in his arms before he helped her getting down from the sink. She felt a little dizzy and if it wasn't for him holding her she thought she would fall. - You're right? - he asked still holding her on her waist.

- Yes...Thank you... - she managed to say.

- Well, I have to go, before they notice that I'm gone... - he said, releasing her.

- Of course... - Y/n said. - Tom… - she didn't know what to say. It might be the second time they'd done this, but it still felt like it was the first and she felt somewhat embarrassed. Maybe because she wasn't used to casual sex.

- See you soon? - He said giving a quick kiss on her cheek, fixing his hair in the best way he could and winking as he walked away, going to the door and unlocking it. He got out and closed it behind him while she back staring into the mirror.

She took a deep breath and was trying to figure out what to do next. After cleaning her up she finally got out of there. She crawled to the door and managed to get through the party without the weird looks she thought everyone would send to her when they bumped into her. For some reason she thought everyone would know, but obviously not. She felt weird doing that at an party, it really wasn't like her. But why did she feel so good?

She looked around before heading out of the house, but she didn't find Tom in her vision and she didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She wanted to look at him one last time from afar, but at the same time she didn't. Maybe that was the last time they were going to do that. She didn't think she'd find him like this anywhere else, and she didn't intend to go to the bar he worked at just to get another night with him. Besides, that's what she was, just one night, just a "quickie" in the bathroom. And everything was fine. He was that for her too, so what did it matter?

For a moment she felt his head fill with ideas. Y/n had a perfect plot for her story now. She had to go home and get back to writing right away. Calling the driver from a distance, she practically ran towards the car.

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lovewisegirl06 · 3 years

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All For the Game #2

Okay, I know Nora stated on her Tumblr that she took inspiration on the song “Runaway Train” by Soul Asylum for the ringtone Andrew puts on his and Neil’s phone on “The Raven King”. But, look me in the eye and tell me I wasn’t the only one who imagined either “Run Boy Run” by Woodkid or “Bury Me Face Down” By Grandson as the actual ringtone.

Like, Neil literally describes “Neil expected a generic ringtone, but a man started singing. It didn't sound like something Andrew would assign to his phone until Neil listened to the lyrics. It was a song about runaways” (The Raven King, Chapter 5)

In the case of “Run Boy Run” I could actually imagine Andrew, completely poker face, setting this fragment of the song:

“Run, boy, run This world is not made for you Run, boy, run They're trying to catch you Run, boy, run Running is a victory Run, boy, run Beauty lies behind the hills“

Or in the case of “Bury Me Face Down” he would ABSOLUTELY find hilarious to put:

“ I've been on the run Since I was a boy But now I'm done runnin', got another thing comin' Watch my enemies get destroyed Oh, I've got troubles of more than one kind But I never sleep, gotta bury me six feet deep Where the sun don't shine”

And we know Andrew uses some different words from the same song, and they could totally be in the case of “Run Boy Run”

“Tomorrow is another day And you won't have to hide away You'll be a man, boy ! But for now it's time to run it's time to run“

Or with “Bury Me Face Down”

“ I've been counted out, left for dead Wanted with a bounty on my head But somehow, someway, I'm-a keep movin' along, movin' along Been counted out, left for dead Wanted with a bounty on my head But somehow, someway, I'ma keep movin' along, along “

Just, please tell me I’m not the only want who pictures these two songs in the background every time that scene comes up.

Run Boy Run:

Bury Me Face Down:

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captain-danwilds · 3 years

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The absolute chaos of the Foxes with Just Dance

It was Matt’s fault really.

He made a joke about Kevin and Neil needing victory dances for whenever they scored a goal.

“You can steal one from Just Dance if you can’t think of any yourself”

This gets blank looks.

“Oh my god you’ve never-?”

“I was raised in a cult Boyd.”

Neil just shrugs. “Is that like an arcade game?”

Dan is the one to organize the party.

“It’s team bonding Kevin. Of course you have to come.”

But it’s really just the Foxes searching for Just Dance songs on YouTube.

That or diving into Nicky’s large collection of the main series and the ABBA release.

Because Nicky knows every dance including the most prominent fanmade ones on YouTube. That doesn’t mean he’s good at all of them. But he knows them.

Dan and Matt kill the partner dances, but especially Timber.

Allison is not familiar with like half the songs but is phenomenal anyway.

Kevin gets frustrated because he’s just not instantly good at it.

Like he swears he’s hitting all the moves so why is his score so low.

It’s because he’s about a beat and a half behind every time.

But he wants to repeat every song until he’s done it just right.

(It’s also a good cardio workout so it’s not like he’s wasting his time either by being competitive.)

Allison ends up blocking the tv screen after the third failed attempt because. “Not that I don’t mind watching you trip all over yourself for a change. But other people want to play too, Your Majesty.”

Nicky, Dan, Allison and Renee end up performing Bang Bang like it’s a god damn masterpiece.

Neil is just taking it all in. Because wow, they’re all laughing and teasing each other, and his heart is just full for love for his family.

The twins do not look like they care at all.

Aaron’s texting Kaitlyn and periodically rolling his eyes.

Andrew is just staring ahead, his legs touching the sides of Neil’s on their space on the couch.

But then it’s Rasputin time.

And everyone’s got to do it.

“Because it’s iconic Neil!”

“You say that about every song Nicky.”

“And I’m not wrong but especially not about this one.”

It goes just as well as you can imagine.

Lots of giggling as people fall over attempting to do the jumping and kicking.

Yes even Nicky because it’s hard.

But then Aaron puts down his phone for the first time all evening

And Andrew makes a give me the controller motion to Neil, who complies instantly.

There’s a stunned silence after they finish.

Because it was perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

And the twins kept their faces identically blank the entire time.

Like how are you supposed to respond: applaud, laugh, just kick yourself for not recording this masterpiece because you’ll know you’re never going to see it again?

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collecting-stories · 4 years

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Bake-off - JJ (Outer Banks)

Request: can you write something with jj where the reader bakes a lot :) i understand if not, but i bake a lot (especially pies, i’m rambling sorry!) and thought this would be cute

A/N: So, since it’s JJ the baking had to include weed. 😛

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The tray of banana nut muffins sat on John B’s table, half eaten. It was long before Big John died that there was ever even a homemade birthday cake in the house, neither men having much luck in the kitchen. But the muffins didn’t belong to John B anyway, they were JJ’s, which was even more peculiar, according to Kiara. If the Routledge men were shit at baking than the Maybank’s had never even turned on an oven.

“They’re a gift.” JJ shrugged, laying across the laz-e-boy on the porch and munching on one.

“A gift?” That was more shocking than their existence. JJ didn’t really get gifts and definitely not baked goods.

“Did you mow someone’s lawn?” Pope asked, reaching for the muffin only to have JJ Flop away from him at the last second.

“You could say that.” He grinned, attempting and failing a wink.

“Ew, JJ.” Kiara groaned and walked back into the living room, emerging a moment later with one, “oh my god they’re edibles.”

“What?” Pope asked.

“There’s weed in them.”

“Yes there is.” JJ grinned, “I ate two last night and was cooked. It’s some good shit.”

“Is it your shit?” Kiara asked, taking a bite.

“Obviously, I said it was good didn’t I? I got the best shit on the island Kie.” He replied.

“I know you didn’t make them so who made them for you?”

JJ was a purest, as he dramatically referred to it. He rolled his own joints, dried his own weed for vaping, and he didn’t do edibles. At least he didn’t until one of the guys in the kitchen at the hotel turned 21. A box of cookies sat on the counter in the kitchen, marked Andrew. Double chocolate-chocolate chip, according to Andrew, and packed with a enough weed to “have you cooked after half of it”.

“They’re delicious man, you gotta try one.” Andrew had insisted.

“I don’t do edibles.”

“You’ll regret it.”

And naturally, being told that there was the possibility for regret was a guaranteed way to ensure JJ did something. His bizarre fear of missing out dictated that he have no regrets and so he took one and ate the whole thing right there in the kitchen. And it was good...it was so good it didn’t even taste like weed and he was two seconds from telling Andrew he’d been dupped when he felt the familiar ease settle over him.

“Where’d you get these?” He asked, slipping three into a plastic bag and dropping them in his backpack.

“That girl that works in the kids area.” Andrew shrugged.

You were a glorified babysitter, in charge of occupying people’s toddlers while they went out to play golf or shop or go to the spa. Not the greatest job in the world but the kids were usually easily contained and the parents always tipped well.

JJ knew you to see you, always wandering around with some kid or another attached to your hip, talking about Frozen or Descendants...he’d heard you duet a song from some Disney Channel movie with one of the little girls just last week. It made you seem a bit green honestly. He couldn’t imagine you doing anything less than innocent, especially making your own edibles.

He waited until after his shift to look for you, still wearing his white button up and vest but with his cargo shorts back on. You were outside supervising and participating in a game of soccer with a handful of eight year olds.

“Hey,” he called, waving to you as he walked up. You tossed the soccer ball back into the makeshift field and turned toward JJ, “Andrew said you made him those cookies, for his birthday.”

“Oh yeah,” you nodded, “I know he doesn’t like to smoke so...”

“Could you make me some?”

“Sure, what flavor?” You turned away for a moment to make sure all five of your children were still actively playing soccer and JJ took the opportunity to check you out. Your t-shirt advertised the hotel and hung loose on you. Shorts and a pair of running shoes completed the look and he was appreciative for the view of your legs.

“Chocolate peanut butter.” JJ decided.

Chocolate peanut butter cookies, snickerdoodles, brownies, blondies, coffee cake, you and JJ had slowly formed a friendship built on experimental edible recipes. He supplied the weed and you made him whatever baked goods he could think up. He had even downloaded the Tasty app and Pinterest for the sake of finding new desserts for you to tackle.

“So this girl just makes you whatever you want?” Kiara asked the next time a container of cookies appeared at John B’s house. Sugar cookies, with piped on icing that made them look like beach balls.

“It’s business Kie. I supply the weed from my cousin, she makes the edibles. We sell them too, it’s a very lucrative business.” JJ replied, eyes closed, laying in the hammock outside John B’s while he smoked.

Kiara was munching on a sugar cookie. She wasn’t really complaining about the edibles, her mom had been on her lately about the possibility of her smoking and the edibles were easier to hide. Especially because yours didn’t smell half as bad as some she’d had in the past. Mostly she was just curious about this girl that JJ was spending time with. He acted like it was casual but Kiara had known him for a long time and she knew JJ lacked the ability to hang out with a girl casually. Even they toed the line sometimes.

“So when can we meet your esteemed business partner?” Kiara asked.

“What?” JJ rolled his head to the side to look over at her, pushing his sunglasses down his nose. “Why do you wanna meet her?”

“Why don’t you want us to meet her?” She countered.

“I don’t care. You can meet her.” JJ replied, trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing. He couldn’t fool Kiara and he knew that but that didn’t stop him from trying. He didn’t want you to meet his friends, mainly because he liked having you all to himself. It meant your attention wasn’t divided four ways.

“These are burnt on the bottom.” You commented, sitting on the kitchen island beside a cooling rack of peanut butter cookies. The peanut butter was JJ’s favorite though you usually didn’t make them because of allergies.

“They’re fine.” JJ replied, munching on a cookie while he scrolled through tiktok. You rolled your eyes at him and held one up, turning it over to inspect the nearly black bottom of the cookie. JJ had sworn that he would keep an eye on them while you left to talk to your mom on the phone but he’d let the buzzer go two minutes before he finally took it out.

“At least you’re the only one eating them.” You remarked, taking a bite of the one in your hands. You scrunched up your nose at the taste of burnt cookie, “the high better be worth it.”

JJ put his phone down, pushing off the counter so that he could come over and stand in front of you. You raised an eyebrow as JJ moved your knees apart so that he could stand between your legs. He opened his mouth, letting out an ‘ahh’ and you rolled your eyes at him as you placed the burnt peanut butter cookie in his mouth.

“It’s burnt.” You reiterated, watching him chew the cookie. You had discovered that JJ could pace himself far better with a blunt than he could a batch of cookies. He’d eat three in a row and get cooked, an unusual occurrence for him. You ran a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes. “Your hair is so greasy it literally stands up on its own.” You teased.

“I washed it!”

“The last time you went in the ocean does not count as a bath.” You replied. You continued to play with his hair as he leaned closer to you, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“You have off tomorrow?” JJ asked, still munching on his cookie.

“Yeah but my mom’s home all day.” You replied.

The experimental creating of edibles had led to a friendship and then a something in between. You weren’t quite ready to call JJ your boyfriend but you certainly weren’t entertaining the idea of anyone else. He spent all his time at your house when he wasn’t with his friends or working. Even when your mom was home and there was no baking, he hung around. At work he sought you out throughout the day, more than once crashing whatever activity you were doing with your kids.

“I was thinking you could come out on the boat with us.” JJ said. He was determined, now that he’d told Kiara he would, to introduce you to everyone. It certainly didn’t mean that he was planning on giving up his alone time with you but he’d concede to Kiara this time. “My friends wanna meet you.”

“Okay, I’d like that.” You replied, smiling at the implication that he was introducing you to his friends, “but I’m making them better cookies cause these are burnt.”

“There’s nothing wrong with them.”

“No but there’s something wrong with me for trusting you to watch the oven.” You said.

His eyes opened and he pouted at you. “I’m very responsible.”

“I know babe.”

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jimmys-zeppelin · 3 years

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ghostin'

chapter ten

(table of contents)

(chapter nine)

april 3, 1976

help me

Ellie tried keeping her mind off of her potential situation after she got back home. As soon as she landed, she was at the doctor's office getting her blood drawn. The doctor said she'd have her results on Monday.

She observed how Jimmy had been acting in the 12 hours they were together before she left after their night out. It wasn't that he was on-edge, but he was definitely a little less than comfortable. And that was an understandable reaction considering how unexpected all this was.

She was separating, folding, and putting clothes away from her suitcase when the doorbell rang an incessant amount of times. Ellie knew it could only be one person with the insistence in which the doorbell rang.

The bell only stopped when Ellie finally yanked the door open, "Andrew, what the hell!" she joked. The dark-haired man nearly screamed with delight and engulfed the blonde in a hug.

"God, that was the longest fucking three weeks of my life! How was it? How'd it go? Did you break some beds?"

Ellie held her mouth agape for a second before laughing and ushering the man inside. He followed her back upstairs as they spoke, "No beds were broken, contrary to popular belief. But it went great. Jimmy said Charlotte really liked me after we stopped by a second time. And his daughter is so sweet."

"So you're cool with the family! Awesome. Now you know you'll probably be seeing more of them. Try not to catch the baby fever, though."

Ellie chuckled dryly at the statement, "You might be a little late on that one, Andrew."

"Listen, kids are cute, but when you actually have to take care of them, it's a hassle. Wait till you're old and wrinkly and you've already lived."

Her heart sank in her chest, would her life really be slowed down that drastically by a baby?

"El, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Can we not talk about babies right now?" She asked, pinching the bridge of her nose and crumpling up a shirt she had been holding, tossing it into her dirty clothes pile quite aggressively.

"Uh, oh. Seems like I hit a nerve. Did Jimmy say anything to you about having kids?"

"No, not exactly. He wasn't opposed to it. I just—I don't want to think about kids right now. Can we talk about something else?"

"Okay, fine I won't budge," he said, throwing his hands up in surrender before stammering in an attempt to find a new topic to talk about, "what was the house like?"

"It was beautiful. Huge. Like imagine my house but like ten times bigger. I know he doesn't need all those bedrooms."

"You two should've had sex in all of the rooms. A new room every night." Andrew said, almost excited at the prospect.

"What is it with your obsession in my sex life? Aren't you getting some?"

"It's a little hard for my scene of people, Ellie. And plus, it's not my fault your boyfriend is a total looker. I don't know how you don't just stare at him all day."

Ellie chuckled at the comment, "Well we did have a morning that we spent in bed. It was nice."

"You're keeping something from me. Ellie, we don't keep secrets."

"What do you—" Ellie tried to play off, only to enter a stare-down with her best friend. She kept eye contact for as long as she could before the dryness made her scrunch her eyes shut. "Fine! I am keeping something from you."

"And it is....?"

"I can't tell you just yet. But I will say one thing, I'm extremely worried about Jimmy. I walked into his office the other day because I was looking for something and there were just bottles. And drugs. All over the desk."

"What kind of drugs?" Andrew asked, leaning in.

Ellie folded up a skirt, putting it away in her drawer before answering, "heroin and coke."

"Heroin? I hear that shit is wack if you take too much. Was he shooting it?"

"He'd done at least three. He was completely zooted. Out of his mind. His arm looked like an inexperienced nurse trying to find a vein. Andrew, it was horrible."

"Oh, God. I can only imagine. I'm sorry, babe. What did he say when you saw him?"

"He didn't say anything. I got kind of mad at him afterwards because he knows I get worried when he uses the stuff. He tried to butter me up and say sorry, but I just kinda brushed him off."

"Aw, Ellie. Do you wanna go out tonight; get your mind off it?"

"I don't know...I don't really wanna drink this weekend."

"We don't have to drink." He shrugged.

Ellie eyed him suspiciously, "since when does 'going out' not consist of drinking?"

"I heard Queen's still in town. We could try to look for 'em. Maybe I can get Freddie to sign my chest." Andrew said, stroking his chest sensually.

"You sound like a groupie." she chuckled.

"Listen, you're the famous one, not me. I can be as whorish as I want."

With a roll of her eyes, Ellie picked up her hamper, walking off to the laundry room with it to get started on her clothes.

☆

Later that evening, after Andrew had gone home, Ellie picked up the phone. She held it in her hand for a second before hanging up the receiver. Looking at the clock, the blonde noticed it was only 6pm. A drive would be nice. She thought to herself.

Grabbing her sunglasses and a coat—it was unusually cold for April—and took her keys from the table by the front door as she made her way over to her car.

Deciding she'd go down to West Hollywood and stop at her manager's office, Ellie took the long way and chose to take her time while driving.

Turning on the radio, she just caught the beginning of "Help Me" by Joni Mitchell. She turned the volume a bit louder and relaxed against the driver's seat; letting the California sun hit her face and a slight breeze come in through the window. She forgot about everything that'd been on her mind as she drove down the highway, taking in the music and bobbing her head along to the beat.

Taking a turn onto Santa Monica Boulevard, Ellie observed the tons of stores and people that littered the sidewalk. As she slowed to a stop at a red light, she took a look across the street to find a particular head of bleach-blond hair. Rolling down the window some more and pulling her sunglasses down, Ellie's suspicions were confirmed.

"Roger!" She exclaimed without thinking. Her heart dropped to her ass at the realization that she'd just publicly yelled at someone she'd only met twice before. "Shit." she whispered under her breath.

"Ellie?" Roger asked in response. He was visibly leaning over and lowering his own sunglasses to be able see the singer inside her car.

"I thought you went back home!" Ellie said, nervously glancing between Roger and the stoplight.

"No! I hung around! The guys went back home," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets, "I've been calling you!"

"I've been away! I should've told you! I just got back!"

Another glance at the light.

"Can I call you later?"

"Sure!" Ellie exclaimed when the loud blaring of a car horn behind her caused her to jump in her seat. She waved a quick goodbye to Roger before going on her way. It wasn't until she caught her breath that she realized she'd been holding it. She shook her head and took another deep breath, continuing down the street.

☆

"Carolyn'll see you now." The receptionist said. Ellie stood up, now with her coat and sunglasses off, she felt a bit more at ease. She said a quick thank you to the receptionist before letting herself into the office.

"Ellie! Sit down, babe." Carolyn said cheerfully. "You said April 1st."

"I got a little caught up in some personal stuff."

"I hope nothing too bad. You didn't overdo it on the blow did you?"

"No, no. I promise, Care. That's one thing you'll never have to worry about with me."

"I better not. Don't need you dying on me or anything. How was your trip?"

"It was great! Jimmy and I got some alone time, it was nice. I met his daughter. Absolute sweetheart."

"You didn't get knocked up, did you?" Carolyn asked, furrowing her brows at her.

Ellie practically jumped in her seat, her eyes widened, "No! I don't—why would you—?"

"Oh my God, you got knocked up didn't you? You were there for barely three weeks, Ellie!"

"I have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow. I'll call you as soon as I can to let you know how it went. I just don't want to think about it right now." Ellie sighed, not wanting to think about her worst fears for another second.

"Fine. Let's see if the record company needs anything from you." Carolyn replied, flipping through a notebook that was sitting on her desk before looking back up at her, "I need you to get a song out, or even an album. Tell me you did something other than screw around with your boyfriend on your trip."

"I started a song, then I kind of abandoned it when I had an idea for a different one...it's a bit personal so it'll definitely be on the slower side, I think." Ellie explained.

"Got a name?"

"Uhh, it doesn't have one yet."

"Is it finished?"

"Nearly."

"Alright, well. Finish it by this week and we can get you in the studio in two weeks."

"I'll try." Ellie replied.

☆

Ellie sat hunched over her songbook scribbling a few words down and crossing out others. She chewed on her pencil, staring at her thoughts on the page. The blonde hadn't thought about the song she'd written while at Jimmy's house in a while.

Trying to hum out the tune she'd created, Ellie was about to run and grab her guitar upstairs when the phone rang; this stopping her in her tracks. Detouring to the phone, she quickly picked it up off the receiver, "Hello?"

"Ellie?" the man on the other line asked, his voice identifiable immediately as Roger's.

"Hi, Roger." she said, the smile on her face audible in her voice.

"Hey, how've you been?" he asked. "You went missing for a bit there."

"Yeah, I'm doing okay, I went to England with Jimmy for a few weeks. He played host for me for once." She joked, twirling the phone cord in her fingers.

"Oh wow, was it your first time?"

"No, not at all. I go back to visit him quite often, actually. When I'm not busy, of course."

"Right, right. Uhhh, listen, I was about to grab a bite to eat. Did you want to come with me by any chance? Unless you've eaten already, then it's a redundant question." Roger added quickly to the end of his invitation.

Ellie hesitated at her answer, although she didn't know why, "...Sure! Yeah, I was just gonna wind up making some macaroni and cheese anyway, so, I guess it's better to go get an...actual meal." She replied. Her answer was painfully awkward and she physically cringed at her response.

"Okay, great! So I'll come by in a few to pick you up. Say, 8:30 ish, if that's okay with you?"

She glanced at the clock, 7:55pm. "Yeah, that's fine. I'll see you then!"

The two said their goodbyes and hung up. Then, when Ellie started on her way upstairs—again—the phone rang again. It was Roger, realizing he'd never asked for her address. They had a laugh about it before Ellie told him the information and she went to get ready.

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Watching The Amazing Spidernan movies so that I’m all caught up before No Way Home. Will add my thoughts as I have them. Note I am not some big Spider-Man fan nor have I read the comics so if my thoughts sound kinda stupid they probably are.

First movie:

That’s a good trick with the broom. Making a mental note as we speak.

Actually seeing Peter say goodbye to his parents is horrible and I would like to never experience it again

SALLY FIELD IS AUNT MAY?! Why does this one have the good cast? (not good as in better but good as in more well known)

The sexual tension in “good morning flash…good morning Peter” (this is a joke I’m not shipping him with his bully)

Jesus roid rage much?

Shut your blinds! I don’t know who would be looking in your window at this exact moment but close them anyway!

First careful, you never know who is watching what you search (when did I become this person)

Second…curt connors is ableist.

Poor Rodrigo Guevara

Oh internalised ableism. And that is the only comment I will make going forward because my disabilities do not include limb difference and I dont want to overstep.

Stop following the man, you are not subtle…wait wtf how’d he do that?!

This is where he gets his powers right?

Okay but when would 5 men make that much of a fuss over a woman that only 1 of them seems to know?

Same. (This is in reference to smashing the alarm clock)

Oh my god is it really necessary to show all the different kinds of spider bites.

Actually just going back to the internalised ableism thing…he is allowed to feel whatever type of way about his own disability that is his right. But insinuating that all disabled people are weak and wanting to breed out the weakness is eugenics and just kinda gross. THIS is the final comment I will make on the matter.

No but seriously he is way more aggressive than regular teen boy aggressive so either he’s on something or he’s overcompensating for something

The way he looks at him doe (again all jokes am not shipping flash and Peter)

Why is this so awkward? And not like teens navigating a crush awkward just genuinely awkward. I feel no chemistry between them.

I like the song, it’s an interesting choice for this scene but I like it.

Stop does uncle Ben die now? Like I know uncle Ben dies at some point but I was really kinda hoping he just wouldn’t in this iteration. I was going for a ninth doctor moment “just this once everybody lives”

MOTHERFUCKER

God Sally is incredible

Don’t show me moments of Flash being human I might accidentally start shipping them for real and that simply can’t happen.

Oooh he’s a fashion designer

I just really enjoy how he takes the piss out of his victims? Arrests?

Is Gwen aware that the school nurse can’t cure everything? Both legally and just like generally doesn’t have the knowledge to cure everything. She suggests going to the nurse a lot.

This family gives me bad vibes

This is a long movie…it’s not even half way through

Well that’s one way to tell her

NOT GEORGE FOYET!

I think with what I remember of SpiderTobey and what I know of SpiderTom, Andrews Spider-Man is definitely better with the people he’s rescuing. Smoother, good bedside manner.

His sons name is Jack. Why does that make me angry?

So he’s just not gonna rescue the other people hanging off the bridge?

It’s almost poetic that the son of the man tried to stop him the first time will be the one to stop him now

Now how is he getting enough power in the sewer

No means no Peter

Does she die in this one or the next one? I don’t imagine her dying will help captain stacey see him as a good guy

Stan 🥺

This movie is exhausting and I don’t know if I mean that in a good way or a bad way.

MoThEr HuBbArD aRe YoU sErIoUs

He managed to get three whole words out and you didn’t think to ease up on the trigger a little to hear what those words might be?

She’s very clever and I will be sad to see her go

That wasn’t her scream. Or it was but from a different take.

Foyet about to be coming in clutch

I’m going to cry.

He’s so ugly. Some lizards are really cute but lizard + human, kinda gross looking.

Well shit. I didn’t know that happened. I guess what I said about him being upset with Peter about Gwen is irrelevant. Unless it isn’t, like if you believe in the afterlife, imagine how pissed he’s gonna be when Gwen arrives.

He finally got the eggs 🥺

As someone who’s boyfriend at the time didn’t go to her fathers funeral I feel ya Gwen. I mean I don’t care now but at the time it sucked.

Dr Connors was just in a silly goofy mood. He seems to show genuine care for the boy (this is mostly sarcasm).

Second movie

Oh we’re going back to peters dad.

How do they have access to a private jet?

Miss Honey is badass

Ngl I’m actually quite relieved they both died before the plane crashed. Stil devastating though.

Okay so this is first up on the list of potential mystery villains in No Way Home…he looks like a tool.

HeLLo PeDeStRiAnS

He really just let Spider-Man put his hand on his tongue. Sir do you know where his hand has been? Not to mention just in general the feeling of spandex on your tongue. I feel ill.

No respect for the proper care of plutonium.

Please don’t ever say “come to daddy” again 😂

I’m kinda sad Jamie Fox becomes a villain, his character seems kinda sweet so far from the 2 seconds I’ve seen of him

You mean to tell me he missed his girlfriend’s fathers funeral AND her valedictorian speech?!

Stan x2 🥺

Because you can’t lose me you’re going to lose me? 😂

I love her jacket

Why are they still pretending like she doesn’t know?

I may have spoken to soon about Max

See I would be speeding up daddy’s death if he told me he’d passed down a genetic disease and just decided not to tell me.

Friendship.

Okay max is still a little bit nutty but you gotta feel bad for the guy. He must’ve been so scared.

Don’t smile that’s not cute, if he was a regular boy you’d file a restraining order.

Oh I see Spider-Man is gonna fight him which will make him turn and become the “bad guy” whether he will actually be a bad guy is still unknown.

This scene is actually kinda just making me angry (the time square scene)

Cops suck man. Peter was talking him down just fine.

Did nobody teach these people not to touch metal when there’s electricity about.

Interesting that I didn’t pick up any chemistry from them in the first movie weren’t they an actual couple for a while?

Another good song with an interesting placement

I’m sorry did the caller ID not say Mary Parker? How was it Harry on the phone?

Run Gwen!

This version of Harry is kinda creepy I’m sure the actor is swell but the character is terrifying. Original version Harry was swell whereas the actor is…

“Maybe everyone has a part of themselves they hide” gives him the eye

This movies shorter or at least it feels shorter

An excellent show of what happens when you tell a rich daddy’s boy no for the first time.

This makes me very sad. She’s so excited for the possibility of Oxford.

As much as Harry disturbs me, I want him to burn his entire team.

His daddy really did love him!

I think it’s mostly his eyes, his behaviour can be explained by trauma (why I find Harry creepy)

Okay most of his behaviour. The taking joy in killing people that’s just him being nutty and not a trauma response.

This is fucked up. And where is Peter? he is off chasing a girl who has broken up with him twice now.

PLANES NEED THE POWER!

I really like SpiderAndrew, the movies are fine but as a character I thoroughly enjoy him

Sorcerers apprentice who?

Captain Stacy can’t blame him! She’s clearly stubborn as hell and her own free woman

I quite literally stopped breathing (in reference to the almost plane crash)

Is this why they made it Gwen and not MJ so that he could kill her and be an actual bad guy? From my little knowledge of the comics and what I’ve seen from the movies Harry would never hurt MJ so it had to be someone else important to Peter but not super important to him for him to a real bad guy

I like that Harry actually looks like a goblin.

What was the disease he’s supposed to have?

This poor family. I know I said they gave me bad vibes in the first movie but nobody deserves this.

He looks less like a tool with his suit on…but only slightly less

Baby you better get back behind that baracade!

Nobody talk to me I’m very emotional. This child looks very much like a magical mix of all 3 of my brothers put together and seeing him stand there so brave but so scared is doing something to me.

Final thoughts:

So I think SpiderAndrew might be a close second favourite for me. I like the relationships of the original the most, the comedy of the mcu version the most but this one was like a nice in between. Im a little disappointed there won’t be a third not cos I think I would have enjoyed it just cos the original had 3 movies, the mcu version will have at least 3 movies and this one is left out with 2. Don’t think I would have loved Shailene Woodley as MJ though so I dunno. I think the only thing I would have wanted from a third movie is to know who fedora guy is…and for Peter and May to acknowledge that they both know that he is Spider-Man. Apart from that it was fine and I now feel fully prepared for No Way Home.

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