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YOU'RE TOO SWEET FOR ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

Request: @avis-writeshq says -

HELLO HELLO jumping on your 2k celebration reqs because 2K OMG SO DESERVED ‼️🫶

may i perhaps request a spencer reid x fem!reader fic please 🥹 maybe him post prison w new reader and she follows him around everywhere because she’s just instantly enamoured to him 🤭

thank you so so much lovely and congrats again !!!

Description: thirteen years in the fbi and ten weeks in prison does a number on Spencer, only when he arrives back in the office he meets the sunshine rookie that seems rather taken with him.

word length: 2.6k (this really ran away from me)

warnings: post-prison Reid, slightest age gap, Spencer dealing with coming home from prison, gun shooting?

authors note: hozier’s new song 'Too Sweet' + post-prison reid is a need, not a want.

He smelled her french vanilla perfume before he even knew she was there. But then again, it was all he could smell the minute she waltzed into the office with a tray of coffee, like someone had stuck a sweet dessert in the oven and baked it on full.

“Good morning!” She chirped, winding an arm over his shoulder and setting down a take out cup and a little chocolate donut on his desk, “Pen said you like chocolate, and I mean who doesn’t like chocolate, right?”

She was potent when she was so close to him, and in one single breath he caught a whiff of her shampoo, before she had flitted over to her side of the desk that sat opposite his, where Morgan once sat. Noticing his hesitance, mistaking it for discontent she paused, almost spilling her own beverage over the potted plant she kept by her keyboard, scrambling to set it on the surface.

“Y-you do like chocolate right? I mean they had strawberry too, I can switch yours with JJ’s, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind-” She splurged, and her face was much too worried considering it was a matter of a donut, particularly considering he was already eying up the way the thick chocolate was melting in the pastry bag.

“Chocolate is great, I love…” He held up the bag to read the label with squinting hazel hues, “Cocoa Caramel delight,”

He had never heard of it.

He had never even seen this brand, but he wanted to quell her nerves even in the slightest. The BAU didn’t have the funds for a new keyboard, let alone time to send her to the ER if she ended up spilling her coffee over her hand.

She seemed convinced, and he offered her a small smile, not exactly his most enthusiastic, but then again he hadn’t been much of a morning person since he’d come out of prison. He liked quiet, he liked a moment to himself before Penelope called them into the round table for briefing. But she was sweet, too sweet perhaps for the dark nature of their job.

He could already see it chewing up her perky disposition and spitting her right back out within a year. It happened to the best of them.

But she smiled back at him, a million watt grin that made him think maybe he was being a little cruel. She was still brand new, still trying to make friends and he remembered how hard he tried when it had been his first few weeks on the team. He turned his gaze away from her in shame, reading the way she’d written his name on the cup in a pink sharpie, framing it with two doodle hearts.

She all but skipped away, sensing he didn’t feel like talking much anymore, and he heard Emily exclaiming she was ‘A caffeine angel sent from the heavens,’ as she handed her the drink. He watched her braided hair disappear down the hall as she bounced over to Penelope’s lair.

He picked at the cocoa caramel delight with a kind of self loathing he was familiar with, the french vanilla still a saccharine sugar in his nose.

She caught him again; though this time he felt her bristle past his arm, watching the bullets pierce the target paper with an accuracy that only came from fourteen years of practice.

“Do you reckon you could teach me how to do that?” Her cadence was light and airy, and he had to stop himself from jumping, from slamming the butt of the gun into her nose on reaction, because he knew she meant well, even though she had no idea how damaged he was.

He was still out of sorts from having to look over his shoulder at every second of the day, and he was surprised he was holding it together so far. He supposed shooting the shit out of a target helped.

Because it was just her, looking at him with soft eyes and a smile that could start wars, and he knew she had no idea the effect she had on the walls he’d tried so hard to build in prison.

She must have mistook his look for annoyance, because she was quick to fumble with her own loaded gun, taking a step back in retreat, worried that she crossed some line she didn’t know he’d drawn.

“Or I could get Luke to show me, I didn’t mean to bother you, I just am really a shit shot and I know that’s pretty useless in the field-” It wasn’t until he flicked the safety on and took a step to follow her did she look at him again hopefully.

“No, I’d be more than happy to show you,” He cleared his throat, setting his pistol in its holster and stepping behind her as she lined herself up for the fake body meant to resemble an unsub, “We all have to start somewhere. Show me your form,”

She raised her arms up in front of her, aiming for a few seconds for the spot in the centre of the chest cavity, her finger reaching up for the trigger.

She shot once, her face hardened for the first time he’d ever seen, and they both watched the paper rip about half a foot down the unsub’s leg.

“See, in my head it’s hitting dead centre and then by the time I shoot it’s wiggling all over the place,” She explained, scratching her neck and frowning at the paper body, “I don’t suppose unsubs are willing to stand still and wait while the rookie figures out her shot,”

“Your hips are perfect, wide stance means you get more stability against the ricochet,” She tried not to simper at his words, or the way he sidled up behind her, his hands coming up to her shoulders as if he’d known her for years, as if JJ hadn’t told her how much he hated other people’s germs, “It’s in your shoulders you’re losing balance, try relaxing a little,”

But she couldn’t not when he was breathing down her neck, rubbing those long fingers over her shoulder blades trying to get her to straighten out her posture, hoping he couldn’t feel the way her chest rattled with nerves.

“Relax,” He reminded, trying not to chuckle when he felt her shake her arms out as a means of hiding the way her skin had warmed under his rough touch, “You know, my unit chief taught me how to shoot. I wasn’t at all good at it when I first started,”

“Oh really?” She asked, her breaths feather light as he reached around her and adjusted her grip on the gun, “H-he must have been a good teacher,”

“He was the best,” Spencer agreed, brushing off the fact she was all but putty beneath his hands, “Three steps for the perfect shot; front sight, trigger press, follow through. Always keep your head forward, always keep your dominant finger ready, and wait until you’ve shot to drop your stance,”

She looked up at him in admiration, and her soft smile was back as his own musk of laundry detergent and chamomile soap encompassed her as his arms did.

He brought one of those big hands to the back of her head, moving her with gentle ease to look back at the target, a slight chuckle in his voice as he spoke: “Focus, what’s step number one?”

“Front sight,” She echoed him, fixing her shoulders with determination as he dropped his hands and stepped away from her. Taking a deep breath, she murmured to herself under her breath the next step as her forefinger rested over the trigger. She pulled it after a moment of courage, and froze in spot as she watched it hit where the stomach would sit.

Not a perfect shot, but certainly a lot better than she had been doing.

Her eyes widened behind the thick protective glasses, and her hands became fists above her head as she squealed in delight.

“Did you see that- did you see!” She yelled over the sound proof ear muffs they both wore, and he was quick to grab the gun out of her swinging arms, clicking the safety on for her before she could end up blowing a hole in the ceiling.

“Very good, give it a few months you’ll be a natural,” He complimented with a smile as she clapped her hands in glee, buzzing on the spot as if she’d chugged five energy drinks or doubled up on her coffee for the day.

He tried ignoring the way his chest warmed seeing her so happy because of him, especially when she looked at him like that.

“You said you needed those files, Dr Reid,” She’d appeared again, like she always did, and he had barely enough time to glance up from the paper he was already inspecting before he was hit by the perfume again, and he looked up to see two bright eyes watching him hopefully. Her arms were piled high with easily a box full of folders he had asked Anderson to find for him, and he saw the way she strained slightly to keep them held tight.

“Jesus! Let me help you,” She prayed he couldn’t feel the way her heart thumping against the manilla folders as he leaned over to take them out of her grasp, the way her eyes fell to his light smattering of facial hair as his lips were little more than a few inches from hers. Even when his hands brushed hers, and he seemed to realise she was staring, watching her scramble to look somewhere else other than his amused eyes, embarrassed he’d caught her, “Thankyou. And just call me Spencer,”

“Thankyou,” She echoed, shaking her head with a girlish smile on her face, her cheeks warm with humiliation, “I mean you’re welcome, any time,”

For the sake of her self preservation he waited until she turned around to smile to himself, pretending he didn’t see the way she muttered under her breath, or that she almost walked straight into the filing cabinet on her hasty exit out of the office.

“Seems like you have a shadow,” Emily’s voice met him as he heard her heeled footsteps approach, and they both watched their newest team mate almost bump right into JJ as she kept her head down, stroking her hair nervously, “She was super excited to meet you when you were away, said she went to one of your guest lectures you did with Hotch a couple years ago,”

His brows shot into his hairline, something warm flourishing in his chest when he saw her peek back to see the two of them watching her, and she immediately darted for her seat for an excuse to turn her back to them.

Spencer smiled again, running a hand through his curled locks as if he was trying to think of something else other than the joy that had over come his features.

She certainly was charming, in an incredibly girlish way, and he wasn’t the only one who thought it. He hadn’t heard Penelope giggling so much since Morgan had left, nor did he miss the way Rossi and Emily watched her darting around in the field, chasing after her as if she needed one of those leashes people had for toddlers.

Or the way Luke had had to talk her out of bringing a stray cat back to the BAU just two days ago because ‘it looked sad and lonely’.

She was only eight years his junior, and yet he felt like the job had made him too hard, too mature, too tough against a softness like hers.

Girls had never really been interested in him, at least not for him as Spencer Reid, not as SSA Dr Reid. He had the occasional fling, even Maeve in the grand scheme of things had been a budding romance at best, and just the thought of Cat Adams viper-like eyes had him shuddering.

He barely wanted anything to do with women at the moment, at least that was what he’d told himself every night he’d been fighting for his damn life in prison.

But it was almost too easy to feel this way about her, like he couldn’t drink in her sweet smell or even sweeter voice fast enough, or bathe in her gaze that melted like rich chocolate when he took a glance her way.

He didn’t bring it up with her until they were the last few people filing out of the office.

“I can drive you,” She chirped, almost dropping the contents of her bag everywhere as she rooted for her car keys, and before he could protest, because it was like all he could see now was how eager to be around him she was and he wasn’t too sure he could keep himself from opening pandora’s box, she jingled her keys, that of course had crochet bluebells hanging from them and all but danced past him into the elevator. “Come on, you can have shotgun,”

“I’ll be the only passenger, doesn’t that mean I automatically have shotgun?” He asked, following behind her as she stood in the elevator with a beaming smile, her finger clicking the ground floor button a bunch of times even though it made no difference how fast the doors closed.

“Well, yeah, but it’s going to be the best shotgun you’ve ever had. I’m talking you can be Miss Daisy and I’ll be your Morgan Freeman,” And as if her spirit was infectious, he shook his head with a hidden chuckle.

There was a minute of silence between the two as she played with a loose thread on her cardigan, and it was then he took the chance to ask her the question that had been burning on his lips all day.

“You didn’t by any chance go to University of Pennsylvania, did you?” Spencer asked, noting the way her eyes fell to the floor and how she licked her lips nervously.

“Yeah,” She replied cautiously, fingers clenched tightly around her keyring, “I know it’s not Caltech, but it was pretty good-”

“Didn't you see my lecture with Hotch?” He asked, and his smile widened tenfold when her hands slapped over her cheeks that burned with horror, moving quickly up to cover her eyes, “Little birdy told me you were quite excited to meet me-”

“Oh, Emily,” She groaned, burying her face in her palms, avoiding his teasing expression like the plague, “I knew, I knew she was going to tell you, I’m surprised she didn’t tell JJ first, unless she did and our whole team know I was some crazy girl who liked the FBI agents so much she switched her major,”

“You switched your major for me?” He asked incredulously and he only laughed harder, one of the first times since he’d come home, when she groaned louder, turning away from him entirely.

“Shut up, I did not swap my major for you,” She bit back, and she finally met his gaze, her expression an embarrassed wince, “I just… liked the material. You were very compelling,”

“Did you have a poster of us?” Spencer wanted to stop teasing, knew he was being a little cruel, but how could he resist when she shrieked in between laughter, shoving his shoulder with mortification.

“No,”

“Did you kiss Hotch’s picture before bed like an obsessive fangirl?”

She gestured to him vulgarly as they left the elevator and headed for the car park, and it made a huge difference to the usual adoration she watched him with, but maybe, he thought, it made him like her even more.

“No more shotgun for you, you’re going in the trunk like an old rug,” She snapped, though he could tell she was still horrified by the way she avoided his delighted hazelnut gaze.

“Like an old rug?” He feigned hurt, but when they sat in her car, she finally looked over at him with something vulnerable and yet affectionate, like he’d seen her for all she was worth. He reached over the console to squeeze her hand gently, not missing the way her palm clammed beneath his and she struggled for words, so he continued for her, “That’s really no way to talk to your idol, you know,”

Spencer swore his chest felt lighter than it had in months watching her laugh like that.

#spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #matthew grey gubler x reader

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iaeriy · 5 months

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inexperienced Pedri and the reader takes his virginity? I'm sorry for the bad English, it's not my native language 😭

first // pedri x reader

summary; as what anon requsted! 🏩

warnings; spanish tranlation, smut, loss of virginity, oral sex; f! recieving, fingering, unprotected sex.

noteee; i’ve been writing this for a week, and if this is long, it is because i decided to start expanding & just being a bit more detailed, idkkk. but so far this fic has been one of my favorites, just reader being a little innocent bookworm 🥹🥹! anywhoooo, this was uploaded during school and i didnt proofread so sorry for mistakes, either way.. hope you enjoy! 🎀

gif isnt mine btw! credits to pedripics on tumblr

everyday when it came to a no training day for pedri it was always stay in days, possibly one of your most boring days for you since you had lots of work to catch on from college but at the same time you were able to sleep in, meanwhile as for pedri his idea was just play fifa and constantly affect you with his kisses and teasing. pretty fun you could say. you were now currently laying down on your stomach reading a book, your hair was in a messy bun & lastly, you were wearing one of pedris oversized white creamy beige shirts with black letters on the front. you were so focused on the book to the point you had to grab your glasses and zoom the book onto your face, you were reading the letters on the page a bit loudly to the point pedri had his ear against the door listening, you were humming to a song while swinging your legs around before a knock was on the door. “amor! que handas haciendo?” (love, what are you doing?) pedri said as you jumped from the knock after imagining the setting on your chapter before you looked at the door, “n-nada! just reading a book..” you said as he chuckled before opening the door, you lifted yourself a bit up as he stood in the doorway before your shirt lifted up half way, your panties now being out. pedris eyes slowly gazing to your ass as he bit his lip before sitting down on the edge of the bed. “no estás aburrida?”(you’re not bored?) he said as you shook your head before smiling at him, “nope! what’s up tho, you seem really interested in something..” you said as he looked down at your cleavage, just from how you were laying down making your boobs squeeze slightly. “uhhh..how about we talk about something?” he said before grabbing your book, “hey! you cut me off in the good part!” you said whinning before you sat up as his eyes roamed through the page.

“mmm good.. always paying so much attention to the book.” he said patting your head as you giggled before you looked up at him, “am not! you’re just always busy with fif-“ you got cut off as he placed his finger over your lip, “shhh…” he said before speaking again, “well what’s the book about hermosa?” he said as you blushed at the pet name, “well it’s about a nerdy girl loosing her virginity to this athlete at her school, sounds pretty basic but i got it as a gift from my mom..” you said twiddling with your fingers as he smirked without you seeing, “en serio? me quieres decir mas?” (really, you want to tell me more?) he said as he closed the book putting it in the drawer as he sat on the floor infront of you, “um well, she has friends who have so much experience with sex and you know all that type of stuff.” you said as his hand rubbed your inner thigh, you looked down swallowing your saliva as your eyes stared down at his fingers before you looked up at him, he furrowed his brows as you looked up at him. “what’s wrong?” he said as you shook your head before looking down hoping he didn’t notice the light pink tint on your cheeks, before he lifted your chin up. you looked at him, his eyes causing a flutter in your heart, the chocolate brown hazel eyes always making your heart skip a beat. you hummed as his fingers rubbed your thigh before they crawled to your skin inside your shirt, his fingers roaming inside your soft skin as your breathing began hitching out, your chest slowly rising up and down. “q-que haces..” you said smacking his hand off as he grabbed his hand quickly pouting, “sorryyyy..” you said before he grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him.

you looked at him as you were now an inch away from his face, you whimpered a bit before sitting back up. “not funny. get on the bed or stay on the floor.” you said before smacking his forehead playfully before you crawled to your spot on the bed laying down, “no jodas y/n, estoy aburrido!” he said sitting on the bed before he pulled your legs towards him, you whined before wiggling your toe as he rolled his eyes before you giggled, “just jokinggg..” you said as he smiled, you crawled to his lap resting your head on his lap as you looked up at him, “mi pequeña favorita..” he said kissing your forehead as you smiled before he began to caress your hair. you hummed before he looked down at you, this time something changing in his eyes, his pupils got even darker. never noticed anything so strange until now, why could that be? you thought, you ignored it before grabbing a strand of your hair playing with the edge of it before he continued looking at you, you looked back before you giggled, “bésameee..!” you said pouting before he didn’t hesitate to place his lips over yours, as he kissed you passionately. you kissed back your eyes widening a bit at his quick movement, usually the kisses you and pedri had were just a bit short, this time being longer as he held your cheek, caressing it before you wiggled underneath sitting up, your cheeks heating up as your hands were placed on his chest, feeling his chest rise up and down slightly quick as his heart was racing. you knew right away, but you did not want to interrupt this moment that had you already feeling something in you. you wrapped your arms around his neck before he held you by your waist, placing you down on the bed as your back hit the sheets, the sound of the sheets being ruffled being slightly loud.

he kissed you deeply this time making the kiss sloppy, you whimpered the second you felt something poke you through the material of your panties, as your hands ran in his hair tangling the soft fluffy brown hair, he slipped his tongue into your mouth as your cheeks tinted pink, his tongue exploring inside your mouth as you did the same with your tongue, your stomach feeling tingly and tight as you felt butterflies on your lower tummy, your mind was in that state of wanting to do it right now, but you honestly had never done it. so far this is the farthest you and pedri have taken your relationship to the level since the past 3 years, sex was never an option, small kisses was obviously the thing but making out sensually like this? nope, never heard of that until now. your heart racing constantly as if it would just jump out, you spread your legs just a bit letting him enter for more room as you sucked on his tongue, his thumb rubbing your skin as you closed your eyes whilst he continued, you pulled away catching your breath. “n-nunca hemos hecho e-esto con besándonos..” you said breathlessly as pedri chuckled, “ya se, quieres mas?” (i know, want more?) he said as you looked at him, your gaze turning much serious. “e-en serio?” (are you serious?) you said as he nodded his head. it took you awhile to think about it, deep down you didn’t want to, but at the same time you did. you wanted to know how it felt like and such things from your friends on college always talking about it and you were the virgin one. on the other hand, pedri was a virgin himself he knew little by little from his fantasies, due to videos that he could never talk about, without turning red. he knew what sex was but never done it before, being the inexperienced one he was and this happening, he knew what he was doing..sort of.

“we don’t have to do it if you want pequeña, we can just wait..” he said rubbing your head as you shook your head, “i want you as my first..” you said as he looked at you nodding his head, “i’ll take care of you, okay?” he said before he lifted his pinkie up, you giggled before lifting yours up as you intertwined in with his before he took his shirt off tossing it on the floor, you blushed heavily before looking down at his abs and his v-line. you shut your legs rubbing them against each other biting down on your lip before he leaned in again, kissing you again. you blushed heavily the entire time, your chest feeling tight and warm, you continued kissing him before he held your leg raising it slightly as he shifted his weight, now his crotch infront of your drenched panties. he pressed himself against you as you bit down on his lip, flinching at the interaction. he groaned as he began to grind himself against your throbbing clit, a small moan escaping out of your plumped messy lips, his lips began to trail down to your soft skin kissing your neck as he planted kisses around your neck.

your cheeks so warm you just wanted to just get undressed because of how hot you felt around the room, you leaned your head against the soft pillow before he began to nibble on your skin, not knowing what would happen next, pedri sucked on the flesh as you moaned loudly on accident, his hands began to roam inside ur shirt as you gasped softly. his thumb rubbing your stomach in circles before your hand held his waist, you whimpered as you felt his lips trace around your skin, still marking your skin before he pulled away, you sat up before he kissed you again.

you kissed him back cupping his cheek, your body becoming even more warmer before you moved your hand away from his cheek, your finger running through his abs before your hands, held onto the hem of your shirt as you lifted it up above your skin, before you finally got it over your head as you tossed it on the side before kissing pedri again, “you’re lips..they’re driving me insane..” he whispered as you giggled softly before he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his torso before he laid down on the bed as you were now on top of him, you smiled before he sat up slightly as his crotch bumped against your clit sending a shockwave, as you whimpered a bit before you put your hands behind your back, raising them on the back part of your bra, unclamping it as your boobs were released. you tossed it on the floor as your cheeks heated up again, “c-can i..” he said as you nodded your head, his big hands grasping your boobs, your eyes looking down at his hands as all that was left on you was your panties, you hummed before he kissed your neck, attacking your skin with wet kisses.

you looked down giggling softly before he kissed in between your cleavage, he moved to one of your breast kissing & sucking around the fat gently as he lightly flickered your other nipple, giving your boob a light squeeze. your cheeks warming up again as your breathing began increasing, he sucked on your nipple as you moaned at the small pain before it turned to pleasure, you whimpered rubbing your legs together, “m-more..” you mumrured under your breathing as he moved his mouth to your other nipple, sucking around it still as you felt his teeth grind against the soft skin, you grunted before he smiled at you. you giggled again before he kissed down to your abdomen, your back arching slightly at the cold air hitting your nipples and your lower abdomen before he pulled your panties off, “woah..you’re leaking a lot..” he said as you blushed heavily yet again before he positioned himself infront of your soaking clit before he rubbed his finger agaisnt your clit, you whimpered as you spread your legs open a bit more. he continued rubbing your clit as small whimpers & grunts continued to slip out of your mouth. “is this okay?” he said as you nodded your head quickly, “b-better than o-okay..” you whimpered before he chuckled, sending shivers down to your spine as you bit your lip, “k-keep going.. please..” you murmured as he added another finger, rubbing your clit now with two fingers. you moaned out as your fingers held onto the soft duvet, he held onto your thigh with his free hand rubbing circles around. you leaned your head back against the pillow chewing down on your bottom lip, as he continued rubbing your clit in circles, you moaned uncontrollably as you felt your stomach hop around before pedri moved his fingers away, you looked down before he placed his mouth over your clit kissing it softly, a loud short moan escaping out your mouth before he started licking around it as he began sucking. you gasped in agony as you arched your back within your gasp, as you mewled out a long moan.

his hands finding yours as he held your hand as he licked a long stripe, collecting all your juices onto his tongue, you felt dizzy, wobbly, and so much more you couldn’t explain. watching pedri do the movements beneath you made your stomach jump around, he continued swirling his tongue around your clit, your head leaning back as your free hand roamed through his hair, slightly pulling on it, “n-need..more..mngh..” you said breathlessly as his tongue flicked over your clit before he stuck his tongue inside your soaking hole, you moaned loudly again as you pulled his hair tightly again. your body becoming more warmer as you closed your eyes, your small free hand holding onto the pillow as pedri devoured you as if the poor boy was hungry. you began clenching around nothing, you wanted more, you wanted to feel him but you needed to wait patiently. he watched you from his view down there as your chest rised up and down quickly, he pulled away from your clit, his lips all messy & covered full of your juices, you blushed heavily as the sight made you dizzy. “you okay?” he said rubbing your forehead as you nodded your head a small “mhm” making him smile before you smiled back at him lazily, “good.. i’m going to try something okay? just so it’ll be easie for you.” he said as you nodded before he rubbed your clit in circles again, spitting down onto your clit before he slid his finger in. you arched your back whimpering in between your moan as he curled his finger, thrusting his index finger in and out of you, you held onto your boobs moaning softly at every small thrust, your hands softly squeezing your boobs together as you held onto them before you felt pedri add another finger. you arched your back moaning in pain slightly, as he stopped. “it’s okay, just tell me when to move my fingers again..” he said as you nodded your head, your insides tightening around his fingers as you tried to adjust to his fingers.

you whimpered in pain, bucking your hips in the air before he began thrusting his fingers in slowly, you leaned your head back as it dugged against the cushion, his fingers pumping in and out of you before you sat up on your elbows grinding your hips for more pleasure, “c-can’t.. w-want more..” you sighed out in between your moan as he wrapped his mouth around your clit again, sending a shockwave towards your body the second his tongue began to flicker around your clit, you moaned breathlessly as you leaned your head back. “o-oh my god..” you breathed out, your eyes narrowing down as you watched pedri dive in to your pussy, you moaned uncontrollably as he continued sucking onto your clit, his fingers curling up inside of you making you roll your eyes, you whimpered loudly. he continued thrusting his fingers into that specific spot, making you yearn for more as you gripped onto his hair. he sucked on your clit harshly as your juices spread all over his fingers and his lips, the wet sounds being echoed through the room as his fingers magically did the work. meanwhile as for pedri watching you get pleasured on, his hardened crotch making it painful due to how tight the material around him felt, he thrusted his fingers a bit quicker as you gripped onto the duvet. “d-don’t s-stop..please..” you whispered as he moved his mouth away before, you looked down at him, before he pulled his fingers away. “should be enough.” he said as you whined out breathlessly before he chuckled patting your head, “now are you sure you want to do it?” he said as you nodded your head slowly, he laid you down kissing your forehead, you smiled as he got off the bed. you watched him as the cold air spreading through the room caused your nipples to harden, you blushed heavily before you looked at pedri removing his sweats off as he looked through the drawer for a condom.

“pedro..” you said as he turned his head around.

“si?” he said before you sat up, the sheets beneath you wrinkling and the sound being loud and clear as you looked at him “dont use t-the rubber..just come h-here..” you said as his eyes widened a bit, his face expression being blank as he put the silicone packet back in the drawer before walking back towards you.

he towered over you as you smiled softly, before he removed the hairtie holding your hair up in a bun. you pouted softly as he bit your bottom lip, a soft grunt coming out your mouth as he chuckled, his finger pads pinching your nipple as you moaned out before he chuckled again. “just teasing..” he said as you giggled softly before he kissed your forehead, before he grabbed his member guiding himself to your drenched hole, “i’ll go slow okay?” he said as you nodded your head before he intertwined his pinky with yours, you hummed before you spread your legs parted open as he groaned at the sight, he pushed his tip in, starting to slowly stretch you apart, the thickness causing you to be in slight pain as you arched your back moaning in pain, you gripped onto his bicep, your leg twitching at the sudden reaction. you felt tears forming as groaned when he felt your nails dig into his muscle, he leaned in forward placing his forehead on yours, his lips meeting contact with yours as he kissed you passionately, shutting your painful moans, you kissed back as your arms wandered around the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his brown wavy hair. your moans going away as he continued kissing you, staying still as in the state he was before pushing himself deeper, a soft moan producing out of your mouth as you felt the butterflies in your tummy again. he continued kissing your lips as he looked down at you, “are you okay?” he said in between as you nodded your head, “mhm..feels so warm.. c-can you move now..?” you murmured, enjoying his warmth of his length. he nodded his head before he began slowly rocking his hips, a small moan slipping out of pedris lips as you moaned out of agony, your body feeling wussy and shaky. you held onto his bicept tightly before he placed his hands in between your arms, caging you. your tightness making him slip in & out of you slowly & easily.

“s-so warm..” he said before hitting a spot you never discovered, making you moan a little louder, he continued thrusting into that spot knowing he’s in the right area, as he held onto your waist. you leaned your head back, digging it into the mattress as he leaned his forehead on yours, you expanded your legs wide making pedri lay on your body, your hardened nipples touching against his abs. you sighed out in pleasure as you wrapped your legs around his waist. you felt him much deeper as you whimpered in between your moans, your nails dugging into his back as he burried his face into your neck. he began leaving kisses on your neck, you moaned softly from the kissing and the feeling of pedris length, pumping in and out of you. you tapped on his shoulder as he removed his lips away from ur neck, you looked at him with glossy eyes, the pleasure almost taking over your body. “want me t-to move faster?” he said as you nodded your head biting on your lip as you looked up at him, his hair falling near his forehead making it sweaty, his doe eyes as you cupped his cheeks kissing him. he kissed back before thrusting his hips quickly, a loud moan errupting out of your mouth, you ran your hand in circles on his back as he smiled in between the kiss. the two of you still kissing before he moved his lips away from yours, you breathed out still moaning as he burried his head in between your neck yet again, you leaned your head back as pedri explored all types of spots inside your body, you kissed his shoulder biting on it slightly as he groaned in your ear, you whimpered as his hand slowly rised up to your boob, he squished it as you whimpered at the warm touch.

“k-keep doing that..please..” you whispered between your moans as he rubbed your nipple, a breathless giggle escaping from your lips in between your moans, he began thrusting a bit harder into you as you arched your back sobbing out a moan before he kissed your earlobe whispering praises, you burried your face against his neck still moaning uncontrollably as your thighs began shaking, your stomach feeling tight as you tapped on his head. “m-my st-stomach..” you croaked as he looked at you, “does it hurt? do you want me t-to stop?” he said as you shook your head, “f-feels like i-i’m going to c-cum..” you moaned out as he nodded his head before you felt his fingers exploring every inch of your body as he found your clit, slightly tapping on the little knib. you let out a shaky breath as he smiled, “rub on your pussy for me.” he whispered in your ear as he lifted himself away from your neck, caging over you this time as he looked down at you, watching his cock slip in & out of you sloppily as your wetness was plastered on his trimmed pubic bone, you remembered the way pedri rubbed on you as you moved your hand off his bicep, your fingers going down to your clit as you began rubbing on it slowly. a breathless moan escaping as you leaned your head back, your back slowly arching as you began squeezing around pedri, you cried out a moan as your fingers continued to uncontrollably rub your pussy. you wanted to stop from your overstimulation but it felt so so good in every inch of your body. you closed your eyes, as pedri watched you from beneath his thrusts becoming sloppier and deeper as you rubbed yourself faster, “i-i’m gonna..” you whined out as he kissed your forehead, “m-me too pequeña..” he whispered as you moaned at the name. you felt his shaft twitch inside of you before he moaned out your name.

that was it. the moan of your name making you cum around your fingers and his cock as you moaned loudly, your orgasm splashing over your consuming your body in pleasure as your squeezing caused pedri to cum inside you. you sighed out in pleasure as your body was shaking, you moved your fingers away as he fell on your chest, listening to your heart racing. he smiled as you played with the top of his hair, “did you like it..?” he said drawing circles around your aerola as you shivered from the sensitivity, humming in response. “y-yea..you’re still inside of m-me tho..” you said as he got off your chest before pulling out, causing you to whimper before he held you against his lap, before fixing the bed as he put you under the covers, you moved around as you raised the white sheet against your boobs covering them as he laid next to you, “i love you pequeñita..” he said as he nuzzled himself against your body, you giggled as he pecked your neck multiple times. “te amo más..” you said as he chuckled before kissing your nose. “i’m so bored now..” he said as you hummed looking at him caressing his cheek, as you were now on your side facing him face to face.

“well..” you said running your finger down his jaw to his chest as he looked at your eyes, this time his pupils turning darker as you saw lust and love.

“we can always do it again.” you said as he smirked at you “round 2 for sure.” he said before going under the covers as you giggled feeling him kiss your thighs.

who knew how much he has learned about.

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ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff x 3

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🇩‌🇪‌🇸‌🇨‌🇷‌🇮‌🇵‌🇹‌🇮‌🇴‌🇳‌: in which, you come across the cutest tiktok confession.

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🇦‌/🇳‌‌: Once again, sorry for the lack of updates, college life is no joke...don't do it y'all, jkjk 👀 but fr, just had a cute lil thought i wanted to indulge in 🥹❤️

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You're lounging in your dorm room, your phone in hand as you lazily scroll through TikTok. It's just another typical evening, filled with catchy tunes and viral dances, until you stumble upon a video that captures your attention.

It's a boy, seemingly around your age, his screen filled with the genuine warmth of someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. His profile name reads milesmorales, with the caption , "Falling without saying a word... 🥺💕," compelling enough to make you stop and watch.

The boy—Miles—in the video is undeniably cute; he's got a head of tight curls, skin a rich shade of brown, and hazel eyes that sparkle with a kind of bashful enthusiasm. But it's his smile, accompanied by the appearance of dimples, that really gets you.

He's awkwardly adorable, his words tumbling out with a mix of shyness and awe. "There's this person in my lecture hall..." he starts, his voice tinged with a nervous excitement. The apple of cheeks are a soft pink, and you find his bashfulness endearing. He talks about them as though they're the sun—bright, warm, and utterly captivating. "They're just... amazing, you know? There's something about them. I can't stop thinking about them," he stutters, looking down with a shy smile playing on his lips.

As the video progresses, Miles' cheeks turn a deeper shade of red as well as the tips of his ears. He's visibly struggling to express his feelings, yet he perseveres, driven by the strength of his emotions. "I think I might... I might be in love," he confesses, his voice barely more than a whisper. It's a bold statement, especially for someone who admits, with a flustered grin, that he hasn't even spoken to them yet. "I've just seen them from across the room," he says, laughing nervously, his hand coming up to shield his eyes as if to hide from his own confession.

The video ends with him looking down for a moment before meeting the camera again. "I don't even know if they know I exist, but I just had to share this."

As the video loops back to the beginning, you're struck by the sincerity and sweetness of his confession.

"Aww," You find yourself smiling at your phone, touched by his raw, unpolished honesty. He's not playing it cool or trying to be something he's not. He's just a guy, overwhelmed by his feelings for someone he's never even talked to.

You find yourself replaying the video, drawn to his earnestness. There's something about his demeanor that's incredibly relatable and real. It's like watching a scene from a movie, except there's no script here—just a boy, a phone, and a crush that's taken him completely by surprise.

You can't help but wonder about the person he's talking about—is they aware of the lovestruck boy who adores them from afar? The thought lingers in your mind as you continue scrolling, the Miles' shy smile imprinted in your memory.

Curiosity piqued, you notice a comment pointing to another video. It's a follow-up, just as viral as the first. You click, and there he is again—with earnest eyes, now a familiar presence on your screen. Miles voice, soft and almost reverent, draws you into his world once more.

He's trying to articulate his feelings better this time, speaking of the person he's never directly spoken to, yet feels so deeply for. As he talks, his eyes shimmer with an unspoken joy. "It's weird, right? How you can feel so much for someone you've never talked to? But every time I see them, it's like my day gets a little brighter."

Miles' voice takes on a softer tone, almost reverent, as he describes them. He recounts small details—how quiet they are and how they seem isolated at first but are actually incredibly kind, always ready to help others. You find yourself drawn into his narrative, seeing this person through his eyes.

"They have this quiet strength about them," he says softly, his eyes lighting up. "It's like, they don't need to be loud to be noticed. Their kindness... it just speaks volumes."

He shifts slightly, pausing as if gathering his thoughts. "And the way they have this way of being there for people, even when they keep to themselves. It's like they don't even realize how sweet they are. It's just... part of who they are. It's amazing to watch. I admire that, I really do."

The video concludes with a moment of vulnerability, his gaze shifting off-camera, a wistful tone in his voice. "I just wish I could tell them all this, ya know? Just walk up to them and say it. Maybe someday," he murmurs, more to himself than to his audience.

You find yourself scrolling through the comments, where viewers have poured out their hearts in response to his vulnerability:

starlightdreamer This is the cutest thing ever 😭 You HAVE to talk to them! funnyguy87: Dude, if you don't tell them, I'm stealing your lines for my crush 😂 hopelessfalleesr23: Manifesting a guy like this for myself 😍💕 mysterygirl123: If it doesn't work out with them, I'm right here! comediequeenie: Plot twist: This is marketing for a netflix rom-com. jkjk can't wait for the next update 😂 sinceritiesqueaks: This is so pure. It's rare to see someone so genuine. Don't lose that spark! They're lucky ❤️

"Saammmee," You can't help but giggle softly at the comments, finding the whole situation endearingly sweet.

Curiosity leads you to Miles' TikTok profile, to devour his other videos. There were only four more since the viral one—each one a treasure in its own right. The most recent one catches your attention immediately. In it, Miles addresses the growing curiosity about his crush's identity. "So, my account's blown up way more than I expected," he starts, a mix of surprise and caution in his tone. "And to answer the question everyone's asking: no, I won't be showing what they looks like. The reasons? I don't want someone sweeping in before I get my chance to express my feelings, and I definitely don't want them getting hate from people being delusional. That's it. I hope that clears things up. Now, please stop asking."

You can't help but vocalize your admiration, "We stan an intellectual king," admiring his consideration and respect for his crush's privacy.

The second video is a delicate blend of candor and restraint, hinting at what led to his latest update. Miles appears hesitant, weighing each word as if he's trying to maintain boundaries amidst his sudden online fame. "I get that you're all curious, and I appreciate the love, but please stop flooding my DMs for updates. It's not about what they look like, it's about who they are, the person I've come to admire from a distance. I'll share more about them, sure, but I'm going to keep it vague from now on. Some things... they need to stay just between us, even in this digital world."

Each word he speaks feels like a secret shared just with you, despite the thousands of other viewers. You're drawn deeper into the story of this boy and his unseen crush; his words painting a picture of an affection that's pure and profound, leaving you eagerly anticipating the next chapter in this digital love story.

In the third video, he responds to a comment about his appearance.

budsinlighter: Why are you so afraid to confess/talk when you're this good-looking?

As you watch, you find yourself nodding agreeing—Miles really is handsome. His face, a beautiful blend of African-Latino heritage, is marked by a rich brown skin tone that glows under the camera light. His hazel eyes, fringed with curly eyelashes, are deeply expressive, radiating a mix of vulnerability and warmth.

But it's his smile that captures your heart—a boyish, charming smile that brings out small dimples at the corners of his full, two-toned lips. There's a hesitant yet genuine quality to it, like he's still getting used to being seen and appreciated.

Miles' hair adds to his distinctive look—3B curls in a stylish brown undercut, the sides neatly trimmed, making the curls on top stand out even more. His skin appears smooth, almost poreless, adding to his youthful appearance. His high cheekbones are accentuated every time he smiles or laughs, adding to the boyish charm that makes him so endearing.

Miles answers with a shy laugh, "I guess I don't really see myself like that. I mean, on campus, I try to dress nice sometimes, but mostly, it's just a big hoodie, sweats, and a beanie for me." He fiddles with the sleeve of his shirt, looking more like a boy trying to find comfort in his own skin than the confident image he's portrayed.

He continues, his voice dropping a bit as he shares something deeply personal. "Growing up, I was... different. I was lanky, had acne, pretty short. Got a lot of flak for it, from family and at school." He shrugs, his eyes drift away from the camera, as if revisiting those memories isn't easy. "So now, even when people call me attractive, it's hard to believe. I still feel like that kid sometimes, you know? It's weird getting compliments when you've spent so long seeing yourself in a completely different way."

As he speaks, there's an honesty that resonates with you. His struggles, his transformation, the dissonance between how the world sees him and how he sees himself – it all paints a picture of someone who's grown, yet still carries the scars of his past.

"Poor baby," You sigh, feeling yourself relate to him even more.

As you tap on the last video, you see that it's a six-minute Q&A of Miles answering the most liked questions from his viral video's comments. You lean in, intrigued.

The intimate setting of his dorm room, with posters adorning the walls and a soft light casting a cozy glow, makes it feel like a personal chat.

kirano-indemguts: How old are you?

Miles responds with an easy smile, "I'm 19, born in August. Makes me a Leo, if anyone's into astrology."

gimmiegimmeamaniepedi: Height?

He looks momentarily puzzled, as if the question hadn't crossed his mind before. "Oh, uh, I'm not sure how tall they are, but I don't really care, tall, short. But if you mean me, I think I'm around 6'2," he says, giving a small, almost shy laugh. He gestures to his frame, as if to offer a visual confirmation of his height.

kiranoeiw: Are u a top or bottom 😛

Miles' expression shifts to one of mild confusion and embarrassment. His voice drops to a near whisper, and he looks down, a blush coloring his cheeks. "I, um, I don't really know what that means..." He coughs slightly, regaining his composure. "Let's go to the next question."

hhhobies: your video make my whole day💗💖✴🌺 but can you make my hole weak?💞💞✌🏻

He reads it out loud, his voice tinged with amusement.

For a moment, Miles blinks, his expression one of confusion. Then, as the meaning of the words sinks in, his eyes widen slightly, a blush creeping up his cheeks. He stutters, momentarily lost for words. "You guys really just go for it, huh?" he finally manages to say, his laughter breaking through the initial shock.

Shaking his head in disbelief but still smiling, Miles quickly moves on to the next question, his laughter still echoing in the room.

samiyasosa: Have you ever been in a relationship before?

Miles hums thoughtfully, his fingers absentmindedly tousling the top of his hair. "No, I haven't," he admits with a hint of vulnerability. "I was kind of just... there, ya know? Watching everyone else navigate dating and relationships while I never really jumped in."

You find yourself nodding in agreement, his words mirroring your own experiences. Like Miles, you had always thought it smarter to wait until after high school to explore dating, a decision advised by adults around you. Now, in college, you find yourself inexperienced in the dating scene.

Your attention returns to the video as Miles falls into a moment of quiet reflection, his sigh soft and contemplative. He looks away, his gaze distant. "If they're not interested or I get rejected, it's okay," he speaks, his tone imbued with a sense of bittersweet acceptance. "I can't force anyone to like me. Everyone's their own person, right? Sure, it'll hurt, but... that's life."

You didn't need to see the question to know what was asked because his response was more then enough; his ability to accept and maturity to prepare for any potential outcomes of his crush situation earn your silent applause.

The video ends with him mustering a smile, shrugging off the sadness. "I'll keep you guys updated. Bye for now, and thanks for all the support."

As the screen goes dark, you let out a sigh, echoing his sentiment. "Same, Miles. Same," you mutter, feeling a connection to his candidness and honesty. Your thoughts briefly wander, pondering the complexities of unrequited feelings and the bravery it takes to express them.

The shrill sound of your alarm abruptly pulls you back to reality, signaling the end of your brief escape into Miles' world. With a groan and an exaggerated eye roll, you shut off the alarm and sit up, preparing to switch gears. "From crushing on a TikTok confession to deciphering ancient myths," you quip with a touch of sarcasm, reaching for your mythology textbook. "Because clearly, my academic life is as thrilling as my non-existent love life."

As you gather your study materials, a final glance at your phone screen shows Miles' TikTok account still open. Finding his entire situation and candidness on his account endearing, you can't help but press 'Follow', a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. There's something about him—his vulnerability, his honesty—that resonates with you. Eager to see how his story unfolds, you make a mental note to keep up with his updates.

With a newfound sense of connection, albeit to a stranger on the internet, you turn your attention to your homework, the mythological tales waiting to be unraveled. Yet, somewhere in the back of your mind, the thought of Miles and his unspoken love story lingers, a sweet distraction from the mundane routine of college life.

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A weary groan escapes your lips as you trudge into your dorm room. Glancing to the left, you notice your roommate's side still empty, a stark reminder of her absence since Fall Break. Now, with Winter Break fast approaching and the weight of semester final exams bearing down, her continued absence feels more pronounced.

You shuffle to your side of the room, dropping your backpack with a thud onto the desk. Exhaustion overwhelms you as you collapse facedown onto your bed, letting out a muffled scream into your pillow. Your brain feels like it's been put through a blender after completing your final mythology exam.

Apsu, Hercules, Persphone, Gilgamesh,Antigone,Tiamat,Aphrodi—AHHH! So much to recall!

You're so grateful for your professor's open-notes policy. Though the only downside was that you were only allowed three-notecards to put said notes on. An award should be given for the way you managed to cram an entire semesters' of lessons onto those three cards.

Your hand lazily reached into your pocket to fetch the notecards and see if they reflected anything you recall from the exam, but it came up empty. Your face scrunched up into confusion only to relax as the memory of giving them away comes back. You can still picture the sea of stressed faces in the exam hall, the clock ticking down, TAs patrolling the room. Luckily, with your trusty cards, you managed to finish with 45-minutes to spare; you must have given it away in such a generous mood.

"Oh well, I did my good deed for the day," you muse with a resigned sigh, kicking off your shoes and burrowing into the comfort of your blankets. Your phone in hand, you prepare for a well-deserved TikTok binge session.

A few weeks have passed since you first discovered Miles' account. Today, your scrolling comes to a halt as his face appears in a new update. He's outdoors, away from the familiar confines of his dorm room, his cheeks tinted with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

As Miles begins to speak, the world around him fades into insignificance. He's sharing a story about his crush, each word pulling you deeper into the narrative. You lean in, captivated, as he recounts the events, oblivious to everything else but his story unfolding on your screen.

He describes the moment with a sense of wonder in his voice. "They were one of the first to finish the exam," he says, his eyes lighting up at the memory. "As they walked up the lecture hall, they made eye contact with me. Just for a second, they slowed down..."

You can almost see it happening—the quiet of the exam hall, the tension in the air, Miles sitting there, lost and overwhelmed. Then they appear in his story, a momentary savior with a simple question that changes everything.

Miles' voice softens, a smile creeping into his tone. "They mouthed, 'Do you need notes?' I just nodded, too stunned to speak. And then, they did the most amazing thing." He pauses, as if reliving the kindness in his mind. "They dropped the notecard near my foot, pretending to pick it up for me. Like it was mine all along."

You picture the scene: their quick thinking, the subtle exchange of the notecard, the careful glance to ensure they weren't caught. It's a scene straight out of a movie, and you're captivated by every detail.

"Their smile..." Miles continues, a dreamy quality in his voice. "It was so genuine, so kind. For a moment, my heart just... stopped. And when it started again, it was like a drum in my chest."

You can feel his confusion, his awe, the rush of emotions that must have coursed through him. The way he describes it, you're right there in that lecture hall, watching the scene unfold, feeling his heart skip and restart.

As he recounts the moment, an unexpected memory flashes through your mind. You see yourself back in the mythology exam room, finishing early. Your attention is drawn to a figure hunched over in the corner. A boy, unmistakably overwhelmed, with his hoodie drawn over his head and his leg tapping out a nervous rhythm against the floor. The scene is crystal clear in your mind—the palpable sense of his distress pulls at your heartstrings.

You recall every detail...his slouched posture, the way his hoodie shadowed his face, his leg nervously bouncing as he stared down at an exam paper, still on the first page. Your footsteps slowed as you approached, noticing his pencil tapping against the small foldable desk in a frantic tempo. When he sensed your presence, he looked up, his eyes meeting yours in a moment of silent communication.

In a hushed tone, barely above a whisper, you asked, "Do you need notes?" His nod was all the confirmation you needed. You quickly devised a plan, crouching beside him and pretending to pick up the notecard you had secretly folded in your hand. You were acutely aware of the TA's watchful eyes pausing their patrol, scrutinizing your interaction for any signs of cheating. You flashed an innocent smile to the TA, then turned back to the boy, saying softly, "Here, your notecard fell under your seat." Placing the cards gently in his hands, you offered him a reassuring smile before gathering your belongings to leave.

Snapped back to the present by Miles' voice on your phone, the pieces suddenly click together. As the realization dawns on you, the video becomes a distant drone in the background. That boy was Miles.

You were the one who helped him. He was the boy you helped.

Your heart races as everything clicks into place. The crush Miles has been talking about all this time... it's you.

In a daze, you drop your phone, the reality of the situation crashing over you like a wave. He likes you. Miles, the earnest, kind-hearted boy from TikTok, likes you.

"Hold up... HE LIKES ME!?!" The thought sends you rolling onto your stomach, screeching into your pillow in disbelief. "That hot piece of a man likes me!?"

After a moment of wild disbelief, you slowly sit up, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in your head. What should you do? Should you reach out to him? The thought of initiating contact with Miles, knowing he has feelings for you, sends a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness through you.

As you contemplate your next move, a sense of anticipation builds within you. This isn't just a story unfolding on your phone screen anymore; it's happening to you. And somehow, that makes it all the more exhilarating.

Gathering up courage that you didn't know you had, you decide to take a leap of faith. With a mix of nervousness and excitement, you type out a message to Miles on TikTok, your fingers hesitating slightly over the send button.

@butt-Y/N-nna Did the notecards help?

The question feels both monumental and incredibly simple.

You glance at your own TikTok profile—less than two followers, a single grainy video, a username that now seems embarrassingly childish, and an anime icon. The vulnerability of reaching out to someone like Miles, who seems so put together, suddenly hits you.

Almost an hour ticks by with no response, the silence stretching out uncomfortably. Each minute feels longer than the last, filling you with doubt.

Finally, Miles' reply comes through:

milesmorales Yeah, it did. Statistics is a tough course.

Confusion furrows your brow. You type back, trying to keep your tone light despite the mix-up:

@butt-Y/N-nna Stat? The only notes I gave out were for mythology. So, if you used it for that, sorry to say, but you failed, bud.

You hit send, and then there's nothing but silence. Miles' profile goes inactive. A heavy sigh escapes you as you berate yourself for possibly jumping to conclusions. It's a huge college, and you weren't the only one helping others during finals. Laughing at yourself for even entertaining the thought, you swipe off the app and impulsively delete it, your heart sinking just a bit.

But just before the app disappears, a new text notification from Miles appears, lost amidst your hasty decision. You don't see it, consumed by your self-doubt and the decision to move on, leaving the possibility of what might have been with Miles unanswered.

The following week, as you return to your mythology class to discuss a possible makeup exam with your professor, a hooded figure sitting near the door catches your attention. You take the empty seat next to them, unaware of their sudden tenseness and subtle shift in posture.

Lost in your own world, you mindlessly scroll through your phone, diving into the latest #fnafxreader stories. Your AirPods are in, blaring Keane's "Frog Prince." The lyrics resonate with you in the moment—"Your prince's crown...Cracks and falls down...Your castle hollow and cold."

Meanwhile, the figure next to you is engrossed in their own phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a text popping up on your phone from the dorm floor group chat. It's about Miles going live. For a brief second, you consider redownloading TikTok to join in, but the gripping Michael Afton x reader fanfic you're reading—as well as lingering embarrassment—holds your attention too tightly. You make a mental note to ask your dorm-floor friends for a recap later—they're just as obsessed with this cute TikTok love story as you are, and you've spent many evenings in the lounge room discussing it. So, with a swipe, you dismiss the notification and dive back into your story, the intriguing plotline drawing you in once more.

Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing the terror that courses through your veins. Blood trickles from the cuts scattered across your body, the result of your desperate attempts to escape. Gasping for breath, you glance at your watch: 5:25 AM. 'Just 35 minutes to go,' you tell yourself, your mind clinging to the hope of surviving until dawn. You push forward, your feet pounding against the cold, hard floor of the empty corridor. The eerie silence is punctuated only by your labored breathing and the distant, ominous hum of the pizzeria. You can almost feel the malevolent gaze of the animatronics lurking in the shadows. As you turn a corner, a chilling sound freezes you in your tracks – the unmistakable metallic thunks of someone, or something, pursuing you. Panic surges through you. 'Shit, shit, shit,' you curse under your breath, your eyes desperately searching for a haven. Spotting a room nearby, you lunge towards it, slamming the door shut behind you. From beyond the door, a hauntingly familiar voice sings out. "Y/N~" Michael's voice is taunting, playful yet sinister. "It's not nice to run away during a playdate~" Your eyes narrow, and your lips press into a thin line as his words seep into your ears, sending shivers down your spine. Memories flood back to the day you saw Michael's true nature – the day he and your brother cruelly played with little Evan, placing his head inside the mechanical Fazbear head. That moment should have been a warning sign of the madness lurking within Michael, but you never anticipated how his obsession would turn towards you. Now, trapped in your role as a security officer at the pizzeria, you find yourself not only evading the demonic animatronics but also Michael, whose fixation has morphed into a deadly game of cat and mouse. The room you've taken refuge in feels claustrophobic, the air thick with tension. You press your back against the door, listening intently to the sounds outside. Every creak and whisper heightens your fear, and you brace yourself for what might come next. This pizzeria, once a place of joy and laughter, has become a labyrinthine nightmare, and escaping unscathed feels more impossible with each passing second. BAM—the door...

The intensity of the fanfic is cut short by your notification bar going off incessantly. There are so many messages coming in from the group chat that you can hardly read a thing. With a huff, you click off the fanfic to see what all the fuss is about. "It better not be another fire drill because someone was smoking," you bitterly think, recalling the last time you all had to stand out in the cold at 3 in the morning because someone smoked in the dorms.

As you open the group chat, you're bombarded with messages, all talking about Miles' current live session. The excitement in the chat is palpable, but you can't help feeling a bit detached, still nursing the sting of your recent embarrassment. Just as the flurry of texts seems to slow down, you finally have a moment to catch up on a few messages before another wave hits.

Toni No because Miles is freaking out on live because he sees his crush and doesn't know what to do!!

Kiko Didn't he post earlier that he think he might have gotten in contact with them recently???

The chat erupts again before you can process this.

Kyi The live is BOOOMING! AHHHH! WAIT HE SAID HE'S LOGGING OFF AND FINNA SPEAK AJUSHGSBSBHSA

Your curiosity piques, but before you can delve deeper, a deluge of new messages floods the chat, making it nearly impossible to keep up.

You start to type a message, asking for more details, but you're interrupted by a throat-clearing sound. You look up, wide-eyed, half-expecting to see your professor giving you a disapproving look. It wouldn't be the first time you've been caught off-guard while reading. Instead, the source of the interruption isn't your professor at all. It's the figure seated to your left.

Turning your head, your lips are pulled into a slight pout, a mixture of frustration from the incessant chatter in the chat and the unexpected disturbance. As your gaze settles on the person next to you, your brain takes a moment to register who it is.

It's Miles.

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. There, in the flesh, is Miles, the same guy you've been reading about, discussing with friends, and watching from afar on TikTok. He's right beside you, the subject of the flurry of messages on your phone. Your heart skips a beat, and for a moment, you're speechless, the line between the virtual world and reality blurring strikingly.

Miles' eyes roam over your face, as if he can't quite believe you're real. He clears his throat again, looking away briefly as his ears and the apples of his cheeks flush a light pink. "I-..." He pauses, collecting his thoughts, then meets your eyes again, his expression morphing into a half-cute, boyish smile. "Thanks for the notecards. I still don't get why our professor thought it was realistic to remember the birthplace of Odysseus's fake alias, Quintus Metellus, from 'The Odyssey.' I mean, who actually remembers he claimed to be from Crete?" he jokes.

You return his smile, feeling a sense of ease. "Heh, I try. As you could see from those cards, I really didn't want to fail."

Miles chuckles, sitting up straighter, a newfound confidence in his voice. "Hey, I don't blame you. Honestly, if it wasn't for you, I would've had to repeat this class, no joke."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you wave off his compliment. "Please," you giggle, "I've heard about you from my doormmates; you're practically a genius in chemistry. Acing exams, breezing through lectures, even correcting the professor once or twice."

At your words, Miles looks bashfully at you, his lips curling into a sweet smile, his head tilting slightly as he gazes at you, almost as if he's seeing you for the first time. His eyes wander over your features—from your eyes to your nose, then your lips—as if trying to memorize every detail. In his look, there's a sense of yearning and awe, reminiscent of how Hippolytus might have gazed upon the goddess Artemis in his final moments, a look filled with admiration for something pure and unattainable, his expression tinged with the bittersweet understanding of beauty admired under the shadow of an unjust fate. This gaze, filled with a mix of reverence and a hint of sadness, seems to say you are his Artemis, a figure of innocent wonderment amidst the complexities of his world.

"What?" you ask teasingly, raising an eyebrow to mask your growing fluster.

"It's just… you're really cool," His voice carries a soft tone, mixed with endermeant.

You smile and shrug lightly, a playful tone in your voice. "What can I say? I'm awesome."

A soft smile spreads across Miles' face, his eyes softening in a way that leaves you momentarily breathless. The usual intensity that lingers in his gaze transforms into something tender, a warmth that seems to reach out and touch you. "Yeah... you are," he says, his voice low and filled with a gentle observation that seems to see not just you, but into you.

The way he says it, with such earnestness and a hint of awe, makes your heart flutter in a way you hadn't anticipated. It's as if his words carry more than just a simple affirmation; they are laced with an unspoken admiration.

It's your turn to clear your throat and look away to try and compose yourself. Your thoughts are interrupted as the professor's office door swings open, and out walks a blonde-haired girl.

"Now Gwen, I want this to be the last year you retake my course—" Professor Osborn starts, but Gwen cuts him off with an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she says dismissively. "But be real, Mr. Osborn. I wouldn't have to retake your course for the third time if the other subjects in your department were competent to teach their subjects."

"Yes, but focusing solely on mythological romances isn't going to get you very far, Gwen. You need to balance it out with another course," the professor retorts.

Gwen sighs and waves a hand dismissively as she walks away. "Yeah, got it," she mumbles, her gaze briefly landing on you and Miles. There's a momentary linger in her eyes, especially on Miles, before she continues on her way.

Professor Osborn clears his throat, calling up Miles and apologizing for the delay. "No problem, sir," Miles reassures him, getting up to follow. He slows his steps as he reaches you, leaning in slightly. "I'll wait for you after your appointment, yeah?"

You can only muster a nod, still finding everything surreal. As Miles walks into the professor's office, you're left alone with your thoughts, the weight of the moment settling around you. You realize that this isn't just a fleeting encounter; it feels like the beginning of something new, something real.

As you wait for your turn with the professor, your mind races with possibilities. The unexpected twist of fate that brought you and Miles together in this academic setting, away from the screens and chats, feels like something out of a story. Yet, here you are, living it.

When your appointment with the professor ends, you step out, finding Miles waiting as promised. His smile is warm, inviting, and for the first time, you feel a sense of excitement about what lies ahead. "Wanna grab lunch in the U-Center?" he asks, and you can't help but smile back, nodding in agreement.

As you walk alongside Miles, chatting about mythology, classes, and everything in between, you realize that sometimes, life has a way of bringing stories off the screen and into reality. And perhaps, just maybe, this is the start of your own real-life story.

ahahaahah. not me indulging in college romance. y'all im just out here being delusional and need and outlet 💀💀

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pjoxreader · 11 months

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PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You”

((Not sure if I’m coming back fully yet but had this cute idea I wanted to share! 🥹)) Leo Valdez

-”H-Huh?” goes bright red flames bursting from his head. He’s so used to flirting and not having it returned that he panics when people flirt back.

Frank Zhang

-Looks around before realizing that you were talking to him. Goes as red as a tomato as he points to himself in surprise “M-Me!?” His voice went up at least three octaves.

Percy Jackson

-”You too?” He really didn’t mean any harm by it, he's just utterly flabbergasted that people keep falling for him.

Annabeth Chase

-Drops her book in surprise and just stares at you for a while to see if you were messing with her. “Seriously…?” Honestly taken by surprise, internally panicking.

Hazel Levesque

-The cutest blush you’ve ever seen as she stares at you in shock. “H-Huh?” there’s even a little squeak at the end.

Jason Grace

-Stares at you in shock, mouth opening and closing as if he was a gaping fish. “You stole my thunder…” he complains covering his face from how flushed he was.

Piper Mclean

-Cute pink blush as she stares at you utterly flustered. “You… Aren’t messing with me right?” there’s a threatening undertone to that, she really debates fighting you if you were.

Nico Di Angelo

-”I’m… Sorry…?” Honestly has no idea what to do with this information. Screaming inside as he just stares at you blankly.

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano

-”Oh.” honestly taken by surprise. Doesn’t mean anything bad by it; she just needs a few minutes to process.

Will Solace

-”I love you too!” brightest smile you’ve ever seen proceeds to blind you. How can he be so clueless yet so sweet.

~Masterlist & Rules~

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pockyyasii · 5 months

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the seven headcanons pleaseee (pretending the burning maze didn't happen ofc)

ofc hehe (whats the burning maze? ive never heard of it 🥹)

˖ ⊹˚. the seven headcanonss ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

• All of them consider Nico their precious baby (even though he "hates" all the awws and cuddles). But that being said, Nico lets the spontaneous hugging happen except if its from Percy. No Percy. No Percy.

• Hazel, Piper and Leo are obsessed with doing Percy's hair (i.e. putting pink bows in it, tying it up into multiple pigtails) and he's really chill about it. Annabeth, on the other hand, hisses like a wild cat when they come close to her.

• Leo and Piper steal try on Jason's glasses and do their best "Jason Grace" impressions. (oH hEy bRo... BrO... bRo)

• Thalia comes to visit the Seven and brings the "Grace-Children Baby Photobook". They spend hours together, just gushing over baby Jason, and laughing about the stapler incident.

• Frank was the shyest of The Seven. He would only talk to Percy and Hazel at first, but grew closer to the rest of them over time. (first Annabeth, because if Percy loved her so much he could too).

• Frank is almost better at reading the room than Annabeth. So on his first day at CHB, he immediately notices how almost the whole Camp has / had a crush on Percy. Annabeth begs him not to tell Percy, because its better off with him not knowing how many stupid things have been done to get his attention.

• Piper is the Gossip Queen, so all the CHB rumours come to her first. Or so she thinks, because when she comes to tell the rest of the Seven, Hazel already knows. (Piper then decides its best just to tell the clueless boys, Percy and Jason).

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indouloureux · 2 years

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Can I just say…you are so talented on writing! I legit binge reading all of your works and all I can say is there are 🤌✨ freaking amazing! I can’t wait to see more of your works in the future :] I hope you don’t mind, you can ignore this request if you want, I just really want to tell someone about this scenario that keeps repeating in my head! Imagine this, Reader and Joseph had a long night. The reader has a lot of hickies all over their body and as for Joseph has a lot of marks behind his back. Reader just woken up and just admiring Joseph’s face and just start kissing all over his face to wake him up and it’s just all fluff and all cute just gahh Anyways thank you for listening:]

AHHH i love u thank you for reading my works ❤️

+ this gives me august by taylor swift vibes like 🥹 i love that song with my whole soul

the light blinds you from your closed eyelids, the dream stopping and ripped apart from your mind in a millisecond. you find yourself blinking, heavy and slowly, letting the yawn you emit put tears in your dry eyes.

and the first thing you see is him — him and his face smushed against the pillow; him and his slightly parted lips that let out quiet and broken snores; him with his lashes that graze his cheeks; him and his freshly shaved stubble; him that lays on his stomach, back beneath the sun, craving, wanting, for your name to be written onto it in a calligraphy of loops and significance.

you let yourself admire him first, eyes wandering at every pore on his face. the small, unnoticeable wrinkles on the corner of his eyes from his work. his still puffy and pink lips from venturing your body and sucking onto your sweaty complexion until he's marked you the way no one else would.

you see the red tendrils your nails had scratched upon his back, turning pink and loosing it's swell as it had been given to him hours ago when the night was still young. you remember the sounds he made when you'd scratch on his thick flesh — a deep throaty moan that made your toes curl.

his walnut curls tangled and pulled, spread apart his pillow like a halo. you mentally image him with big, alabaster wings to perfect the visual, because he is an angel, who deserves everything. including you.

albeit you'd never get sick of seeing his face deep into slumber, the sun has risen higher in its time and you decide to press a soft kiss on his forehead. joseph doesn't stir in his sleep, and you find yourself pressing another one on the bridge of his nose, dragging down on the round button; then a kiss to his rested cheeks. everywhere but the lips and soon he's stirring.

joseph makes a tired moan from his throat, shoulders wiggling until a sigh leaves him and his eyes open slowly, dusked with sleep until they brighten in all its hazel glory. his eyes twinkle at the sight of you, smiling tiredly with a wrinkled nose.

"morning," he grumbles. "would've added a good, but i was dreaming that i killed a demobat and decapitated vecna until you woke me up, so."

"aw," you chuckle, slightly raspy. "i'm sorry baby," your hand comes up to brush the curls above his ear and temple. "go back to sleep, though."

"no no no," he immediately comes back to wrap his arms around you, pulling your face to his arm. "no i wanna see your face. don't wanna dream of his ugly arse again. i wanna see you."

he pulls back, only to look at the marks around your neck and collarbone, the rest peaking up from beneath the covers. you bashfully look away from him, finding your fingertips tracing the ridge of his collarbone.

"‘d you wanna see my face, or did you wanna see this?" this, you meant by the hickies he'd painted on your body. joseph chuckles, leaning down to kiss your neck.

"that, too." he murmurs. "had a good night?"

"the best night,"

joseph beams, pushing himself away. "do you want a hug, bug?"

you don't tell him yes because you pounce on him, urging him to lay on his side and wrap you arms around his torso, hiding your heating face on his neck.

he takes the hand from beneath him to push your hair behind you ear, fingers splayed on the back of your head to pull you into a tired kiss; a simple peck with much devotion.

"y'look so beautiful," he says. "most beautiful person in the world," he kisses every mark he's left, lips soft and delicate.

"even if i'm all purple?" you joke.

"if it came from me," he looks at you, nose kissing yours, forehead touching in a lipless kiss. "still beautiful. always."

#joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn #blurb #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction

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pegasus624 · 2 months

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Things that would be cool if we got A ROTPL S2

Guys I miss this show

Just more wholesome Hazel dynamics with the pink ladies honestly

Figuring out the Zuko drama

Maybe more thespian stuff

Cynthia coming out to the pinks in a subtle way

And them not being homophobic

Holiday episode with festive outfits

Also an excuse for 50s festive music

More Jane as President

Hazel coming out of her shell more! 🥹

Young Marty and Jan, actually just most of the og grease cast

Random silliness with the pinks

holiday celebrations (festive outfits, cynthia being a menace on April fools day, etc.)

More pink lady hazel more pink lady hazel (said this I’ll say it again)

#grease rise of the pink ladies

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doctor-caparty · 11 months

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SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 9

Ouch

Also Jane thinking the bomb was the Halloween party has me fucking cackling now after the last two episodes. Like ah you poor sweet girl it will get so so much worse.

Lots of…hearts hurt this episode. This is not organized whatsoever so bear with me.

I still think Olivia is out of line for blaming everything on Jane. Even Buddy recognizes that she has nothing to apologize for at the dance. I understand her feeling hurt and betrayed and putting her hurt and anger on Jane is easier than putting it on herself. I am genuinely shocked that Mr. And Mrs. Valdovinos are accepting of their 16 year old daughter marrying her teacher when less than a year ago she was locked in her room all summer for having a relationship with said teacher.

I feel bad for Nancy, I truly do, her social life is crumbling around her and her facade isn’t giving her any help. The Brutal Honesty number was a bop and the heart to heart that she had with Jane and Cynthia was really sweet.

Ms. McGee you poor poor burnt out assistant principal with an incompetent principal. I want to give her a hug like Jane. If the show is renewed I would be so pumped to see her transition from being a thorn in the gangs sides to being someone the T-Birds respect and fear from the movie. I also loved her standing up for herself in needing an assistant.

I am in love with all the Pink Ladies and T-Birds interactions we got this episode. Cynthia being accepted by the T-Birds, bonding with Gil in the car and talking about their hearts, Nancy and Potato building a dumb plan together (I’m curious as to what she wrote in the letters to make the others drop what they were doing to go find her), Cynthia and Edward 🥹 talking it out, the six of them going to find Olivia together.

Bro the last 5 minutes had me crying. We had no Richie this episode (I’m not sure about the timing but I think he might’ve been doing an Outsiders play at the same time?). Them getting to Olivia’s house looking for her and Richie “I’m sorry I thought you knew, he was put on a bus this afternoon” Olivia how would they have known? Huh? You sure as shit didn’t tell them. ANYWAY, poor fucking Gil trying his hardest only to be blocked each step of the way. Cynthia and Nancy comforting Jane in her room as she cries, Cynthia giving Jane Richie’s jacket as she cries and leans on them, the three of them being utterly lost in what to do.

Buddy literally just love triangle hopped as soon as he said goodbye to Jane he has feelings for Hazel who is dating his best friend. There’s more about the socs but I don’t care at this moment.

#rise of the pink ladies #jane x richie #richie x jane #jane facciano #cynthia zdunowski #nancy nakagawa #olivia valdovinos #grease: rise of the pink ladies #rotpl

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harlowcomehome · 2 years

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The girls wanting to throw a childrens party for mom🥹 yes I’m selfish. I need a throwback party. Piñatas, birthday crowns and sashes birthday hats. CHEESY INVITES?! I’m sorry😭😭

“Party for mommy!”

A/N: Happy birthday sweets!! @creme-delacreme 🥳

Both you and Jack had a weekend getaway planned for your birthday, meaning you wouldn’t be celebrating with the girls like usual. You were actually kind of sad about it, you were so used to doing birthdays at home that you felt guilty doing some thing without them.

What you didn’t know is that Jack and the girls also had a surprise planned for you at home. Your birthday was on a Tuesday and you and Jack were leaving on Thursday morning, you just assumed you’d sing happy birthday with the girls and eat cake but Jack and the girls had other plans.

Hazel, Jade and Jack spent the earlier parts of last week making handmade invites, usually when you were doing laundry or grocery shopping. Your parents, Jacks parents, Clay, Urban and his kids were the only people invited so invitations didn’t take too long. Jack was grateful for that considering he was running low on glue sticks and glitter.

Hazel had told Jack almost a month ago that she wanted to have a party for you like her and Jade usually have and Jack loved the idea. Hazel knew you would be gone for the weekend and wanted to do something to celebrate with you at home still. The girls and Jack were sneaky, he got all of your decorations without you knowing and he knew you’d love them. He had remembered you telling him about all the “Lisa Frank” things you had as a kid so he tried to reimagine that. Ordering a few things online as well, to really solidify things.

Tuesday came around and you had left early in the day to get your hair and nails done for your birthday weekend, Jack scheduled it that way on purpose. The second you left he pulled all of the decorations out and had the girls help him. Jade was so excited when Jack brought in the unicorn piñata, she was distracted immediately by it.

“Hazel, can you and Jade put a table cloth on the kitchen table for me?” He handed Hazel a hot pink table cloth and she nodded. “Come on Jade, we have to hurry before mommy comes back.” They set that out and then Jack had them help with little things, they set the plates and party hats out while Jack filled the piñata.

Everything was finally decorated when the doorbell rang, it was Urban, Ivy and Everly. “Mommy’s still not home” Jade said as Urban went to give her and Hazel a hug. “Oh no? Not yet?”

“Nope” Jade giggled as she ran off with her cousins.

“Is Clay picking up the food?” Urban asked as he helped Jack finish tying some balloons on the obnoxious balloon arch he ordered.

“Yeah and my mom made a cherry cheesecake, I think” he said with an exhausted smile.

“She’s going to love it dude, why are you stressing?”

“Oh I know she’ll love it, the girls is what I’m worried about. They were so sad we were going to be gone this weekend that they wanted to make sure we had a birthday party for mommy” he laughed.

Clay, Maggie and Brian entered the house with the food and cheesecake. Hazel and Jade came running immediately to greet everyone.

“Grandma! Grandma! Did you make cheecake?” Jade asked excitedly.

“I did bug! Ya know, I think a quarter of you is probably made up of cheesecake” she teased earning a giggle from Jade and a laugh from Jack “I think you’re right about that one.”

Your parents arrived right after earning the same excited giggles from your daughters. They didn’t live in Louisville so seeing them was always exciting for the girls.

“Grandma! Grandpa!” Hazel said excited as her grandma picked her up and gave her a big hug.

Hazel walked around handing out crowns and hats making sure everyone was in birthday party uniform.

Eventually you arrived at your house, wondering why there was so many cars parked outside. You noticed your parents car immediately and ran inside.

“Happy birthday mommy!” Jade said innocently before everyone yelled it. Jade not liking the loud noise ran to you immediately and you picked her up before hugging everyone.

“Mom! Dad! What’re you doing here?” You giggled as you hugged them both.

“Jack said the girls wanted to throw you a party before your trip and we figured we’d get to see you and then we can stay and watch them while you’re gone.” Your mom smiled and you nodded.

You finished greeting everyone and finally got to your husband. “You really pulled this off, I didn’t suspect a thing” you giggled. “Really?” He smiled as he leaned in for a kiss. “Really!”

Hazel came over to you and handed you a crown “this is for the birthday girl” you laughed as you placed it in your hair. Hazel cleared her throat looking at Jack for him to do his part “oh! And this is for you too!” He handed you a homemade sash “birthday mommy” it said in glitter and you half giggled as you put it on.

You turned to see the cheesecake “oh! Thank you Maggie!” She laughed “no problem sweetie!” You picked Jade up pointing to the cheesecake “you have no idea how much cheesecake mommy consumed when you were in her belly.” Maggie snorted “I basically said the same thing.” You laughed and put Jade back down.

“I got a piñata too” Jack whispered and you laughed “did you really?” He nodded and Clay made eye contact with you, you knew he heard Jack. “Oh no Clayborn, I’m so serious you better let me hit it first” you laughed and he already had the stick to hit it with. You chased him out of the house and Jack laughed “okay everyone! Guess it’s piñata time!”

Everyone went outside and watched as a few of you took a turn, trying to bust the piñata open with zero luck. Urban was finally able to bust it open.

While everyone collected candy of the floor you took a second to turn to Jack. “Thank you for today, I really needed it. You’re always so thoughtful.”

“Don’t thank me, it was the girls idea” he hummed and you kissed his cheek. “Either way, I’m pretty damn lucky.”

“And pretty damn old” he teased.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #dad!jack #cremedelacreme

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smalltownw1tch · 1 year

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I think it’s about time I start posting my thoughts/theories about ROTPL… so here goes

SPOILERS 🚨 Part One

Starting with this photo and the whole Nancy/Potato relationship..

My theory is that this is right after Nancy finds out that her parents were the ones to dedicate that song to her on Halloween and NOT potato like she currently thinks

So of course she feels defeated because now she thinks Potato was telling the truth and he isn’t keen on her and she’s thinking damn I was wrong. no boy likes me for who I am

BUT little does she know that Potato’s falling madly in love as we speak

Speaking of…

I can’t get over how overjoyed Wally looks for Potato in this photo ⬇️ he’s so happy that he’s about to drop Hazel 💀

More about Wally later in this post ❗️

The corsage that Nancy has on her wrist has to have been given to her by Potato right??? It doesn’t match her dress so I’m assuming it was his choice 😭 but AAAA THEYRE SO CUTE ALREADY

The poor guy is having an out of body experience while Nancys reevaluating everything she stands for

(Also I’d like to point out that Nancy has her own face on her skirt which makes me love her even more. Know ur worth girl)

pink ladies who hand jive together stay together :’)

It makes me sad that Cynthia isn’t wearing a suit too but there are a couple things I have to say about that-

1. Even though we all know she probably would’ve wanted to- wearing a suit would’ve caused a lot of trouble for her and even though that makes me sad to think about, it IS the 50s… so better safe than sorry

2. The dress is not a reflection of her character’s journey because clearly she’s having trouble figuring out her identity, plus there’s that whole does Cynthia become a T-Bird and a Pink Lady debate. But at least she looks like she’s enjoying herself!! That’s the least we could ask for

I am curious if Lydia is there though…

OK BACK TO WALLY

The fact that he’s at the Frosty Palace with Hazel when Buddy and the others are nowhere to be seen makes me think his song is about what Hazel said in one of the earlier episodes about whether he actually likes the dance/his friends even tho he’s known them forever

Plus he’s just watched her act her heart out as Juliet so he’s pretty much head over heels

We’ve been getting a lot of character development songs, esecially with Buddy in episode 7, and the fact that Wally’s singing in the rain? You can’t get much more angsty than that 😭

OKOKOK LOOK AT MY BABIES

If we don’t get a kitschy montage of the Pink Ladies and the T-Birds getting ready for the dance then what’s even the point tbh

They’re matching too 🥹 kind of

The scene where Richie gives Gil his blessing to ask out Olivia in the last ep gave me such huge relief I’m so glad we’re getting our bbg away from that vile criminal teacher

Also I see Shy Guy there in the background busting some moves so I’m glad he’s having a good time even if he doesn’t have a date

Is there anything I’m way off with?

I have more to point out so I might make a part two if people want to discuss theories??

#I want to make a separate post about Richie and Jane #because if they don’t end up together I will die #especially after his love confession #cuties #rotpl #grease: rise of the pink ladies

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IM GOING TO DROP KICK YOUR ANXIETY don’t you dare think for a SECOND that you’re worth any less because you’re not churning content out 24/7 okay? you’re human just like the rest of us and you deserve to take breaks as often as you need and not just because it’ll be easier to make content but bc you deserve it!! give hazel a little kissy + look at pics of cumulus + watch a movie you like + just take care of urself in general 🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵

(i am just now finding out that they finally added a plain pink heart emoji we are now in 2050)

i will do all of these things i am currently in bed looking at cumulus and hazel just ran off because she fell off her perch on my hip but know that i’m giving her SO many kisses!!! thank you so much for your sweet words omg 🥹🩵🩵🩵 sending you sweet cirrus dreams (autocorrect tried to change cirrus to citrus twice smh)

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