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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.5]

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language and some suggestive content

You walked sleepily towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water or maybe make some coffee, you’d make up your mind when you got there. You ran your hand through your hair, tousling it further.

Yawning, you stepped into the kitchen, the tile sending a shock through you, cold against your bare feet.

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College au sentence starters

“I found your jeans in my dorm again?”

“I think this is it,my cause of death is going to be finals…”

“What are you majoring in?”

“Listen,I just got back from my four months of finding myself and have no idea what’s going on.”

“I could just take a year off… And then another and another…”

“Do you have change for the vending machine?”

“Jokes on you,I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“Who even makes flash cards? What do they even do?”

“Hahaha,looks like I’m not eating tonight… Just spent what little money I had on notebooks.”

“Dude,it’s a frat party. Who doesn’t go to frat parties?”

“People who need to study tend not to party.”

“I found a kid sleeping under a table in the library.”

“Guess who fell asleep on the kitchen counter again.”

“So…you’re my room mate?”

“It looks like you packed your whole house…”

“I bet your parents go through some really intense empty nest syndrome,huh?”

“Dude,I don’t even know what I’m studying for anymore.”

“Who fucking moved my textbooks!”

“I saw someone watching hardcore porn during psychology today…”

“Listen,I wasn’t even awake in class,I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“One more year and I’m done.”

“When you said you had notes I thought you meant what was taught today…. Not a very descriptive critic of the professor’s eyebrows.”

there on a balcony in summer air



shoutout to @parlegee for proofreading, ur the number one

Considering how much the general universe seems to specifically have it out to ruin his life, Jake thinks that he’s been having a pretty amazing day so far.

Of course, it is his wedding day, so it’s inherently supposed to be a good one, unless he’s the generic fiance from all those rom coms who isn’t right for spunky Jennifer Garner and Matthew McConaughey is scheduled to burst through the doors roughly three hours ago yelling I object. Jake’s pretty sure that that movie doesn’t actually exist, but the concept of it is kind of terrifying, because what if he is Random Wrong Fiance No. 23, except instead of Matthew McConaughey ruining things, the ceiling falls in, or Amy gets abducted by aliens. Or worst, Charles gets abducted by aliens. Or even worst, Gina’s baby gets abducted by aliens.

That would definitely be the worst of all, Jake thinks, because Gina would never let any of them forget that her progeny was probably the youngest person ever to do space travel.

Jake’s point, he thinks, getting back on topic – he should really be concentrating on his dancing, because he and Amy nearly just crashed into Holt and his mom, which, wow, that’s making him emotional, look at the ceiling, Jake – God, anyways. There’s gotta be a rule, somewhere, is what Jake’s trying to say. A rule, somewhere in the universe, right, that wedding days are off limits for terrible awful no-good bad stuff to happen. If it’s not a rule already, he’s making it a rule.

Or like, maybe Amy could make it a rule, because she’s a Sergeant now, so she has more authority than him.

Something – something like that.

That being said, it’s not like the universe hasn’t tried to derail this monumentous occasion (yes Amy, monumentous is a word, I didn’t mean monumental, I looked it up on the dictionary app – yes a reliable one, no, my voice is not cracking like it does when I’m telling a lie –)

It’s not like there haven’t already been some hardcore attempts at day-derailing, is all he’s saying, so maybe the rule thing is just wishful thinking on Jake’s part. Thus far, from eight forty-two this morning all the way until exactly two minutes ago when Charles burst into tears over the remains of the wedding cake again, approximately five near-catastrophes have occurred. At least five. If not more. Jake can’t remember if there were more or less, so he makes a mental list, just to be sure.

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Hello little peanuts. I have returned with a gift for you.

What if everyone knew about Draco’s crush on Harry (and Harry’s crush on Draco) and Pansy decides, with the help of one Hermione Granger, to come up with passwords each week that will torture one of them into admitting it.

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  • The beginning of eighth year was weary for everyone
  • Back from a war, back from a summer of healing
  • But it seemed as though the atmosphere at Hogwarts had never shifted
  • Sure it was a battleground newly refurbished
  • A site of memories many didn’t want to be having
  • But it took no more than one large crate of firewhiskey graciously donated
  • And an unknown number of hours with every single eighth year student sprawled out, drunk and slobbering on their common room floor to bring them into a hazy yet comfortable year
  • It wasn’t all tear stained cheeks
  • Many more lip locks, many new friendships, even more laughter
  • It seemed … it felt much better than the year they had prepared for

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A Sunset w/ Izaya Ch. 1: The Man Who Came

A Certain Month on a Certain Day    Extracted from a Portion of a Region Newspaper Article

[A body in Bunokura - determined as the missing eldest son of a wealthy family-]

[Last night the body found in Bunokura was identified to be Ryuuichi Adamura (age 28) who had disappeared three days prior. The police are investigating from the case and accident-]

In a land from off from the town the newspaper article was written in.

In a small mountain hut one man gazed at the article.

It is unclear how he obtained a regional newspaper from another prefecture, but the date is certainly today.

The man smiles excitingly and threw the newspaper into the fireplace.

And then he threw into the fireplace various pieces for games you would amuse yourself with on a table like chess and Shogi pieces, and Mahjong tiles and playing cards.

The season is the rainy season.

Even on such a sodden, gloomy day he continued to light the flame in the fireplace.

The black-haired man watching the newspaper and game pieces turn into ash stroked the wheelchair left next to the rocking chair and took out his cellphone.

Then making a certain call he happily begins to speak.

“I will accept what we talked about before. I will bring some people and come to the town.”

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Tyler Posey lifted a cheek from the hot cement basketball court next to all his best guy friends. In typical Posey style the guys winced as they braced for another Posey fart. The fart shot out in three beats, airy and muffled. “pffffsshhp, pphhrrmmpph, phrmpph!” The heat from the cement heightened the smell and his friends pulled their shirts over their noses. “Damn Pose! Another one?!?!” Greg was used to this behavior. Tyler was a 5 year old when it came to gas humor, and it seemed you couldn’t hang out with him without getting at least one fart from him. John took his shirt down and sniffed the air “Ugh! It’s still bad!” Tyler Hoechlin knew his friend’s fart was gonna linger, and sat with his shirt over his face, rolling his eyes at Posey. Posey began to waft the rest of his gas to all three of his friends.
Tyler Posey didn’t do this to be mean, or teasing. Tyler in fact wanted his friends to retaliate. and one day he knew they would. Posey had a fart fetish. When he was younger, he would fart on his pillows before bedtime and take deep whiffs. That got him searching for fart stuff online which led him to some fetish websites. Overtime he learned how to masturbate and from then on he got off on the intense imaginary smells of gas from hot guys in photos or even real farts on Youtube.
Tyler sat in class with Greg & John as a new kid walked into the room. Dylan just transferred from a tech school into a University and was sort of a dweeb, so Tyler thought. Dylan took the lone empty seat next to Tyler and waited for class to begin. Posey took this empty moment to rip a fart in the class full of guys, bring chuckles and moans throughout the class. Dylan looked at Tyler with eyes of fear and shock. Tyler smiled at the dweeb and leaned back in his seat to relax. Class began. The teacher was young, just a year or two older than the average senior. So when talking about solids, liquids, and gases, the guys in the class all had some good chuckles about the gas substance. “Posey’s got a lotta gas teach!” Tyler laughed and looked over to Dylan who stared shyly at the man. Tyler gave him a smile… fuck he was kind of weird…
That afternoon Posey walked to Hoechlin’s dorm to chill and play some video games. “Hey Ty, have you met Dylan? He’s my new dorm neighbor!” Posey gave the same look of awkward shock Dylan gave him at school. “How many more times am I gonna have to see this kid?” Dylan smiled and acknowledged that they had met. As the games progressed Hoechlin left the room to use the bathroom. Posey sat with Dylan in awkward silence until Dylan tried to spark a conversation. “So… what do you do for fun?” Tyler continued staring at the game and ignored Dylan as a person in the room until he responded with “huh… this…” Dylan stared at the video game Posey had his eyes glued on. Posey sat with a stare and with a hint of remorse tried to spark up some conversation with the weird newbie in return. “So… huh… what’s your last name?” Tyler asked. “O'Brien, you gonna add me to Facebook? I have one!” Dylan lit up. “What? No! Just trying to be nice and talk…” Tyler went back to his game. Then out of thin air Dylan shot back with something that sent chills down Tyler’s spine. “That was some fart in class today…” Dylan smiled at his comment and Tyler’s eyes lit up in shock. His eyes moved from side to side as Dylan stumbled upon the one thing Tyler really wanted to talk about. “It was okay… I… guess…” Tyler tried focusing on his game when the other Tyler reentered the room. You could cut the tension with a knife. Posey was silent. O'Brien smiled and watched the now failing Tyler continue at his video game.
Tyler sat in chemistry class groggy and miserable. He didn’t sleep a wink and mostly because he sat in bed thinking about Dylan and the way his eyes lit up in awe when he brought up Tyler’s fart yesterday. Did he like them too? He couldn’t! Some straight laced guy with a happy go lucky grin couldn’t possibly like something so foul. Greg and John entered the room and sat near Tyler. “Dude! You look like shit” Greg laughed at his own comment and John spoke up. “You and Hoechlin must have gotten wasted last night?” Posey made some underhanded comment about how Hoechlin’s new buddy Dylan doesn’t drink and the guys cracked up. “He just sat around and talked, no booze, no girls, no fun, worst free time of my life!” “Dude! You should just fart on him today, aim em’ all at him. Be merciless!” John’s idea sparked a smile within Tyler. Dylan was gonna get served. As Dylan walked into class he looked well rested and pulled his water bottle out of his backpack… “he must still use the same one from high school. What a loser, just carry the one book, you just have one class today dumb ass!” Tyler thought. At that moment Tyler tapped Greg on the shoulder and Greg turned around as Tyler shifted his eyes towards Dylan, still facing Greg. Tyler lifted his rump slightly from his chair and a small squeaker of a fart blasted from his seat. Dylan looked shocked and stared at the two guys and laughed. Greg laughed back… primarily at Dylan rather than with him, and turned around to prepare for the lesson. Dylan looked a Tyler to comment “Yesterday’s was better…” Tyler said nothing and prepared for the lesson. His butt lifted from the seat again and a faint hiss left his shorts. A faint whiff of ass hit his nose and Dylan’s. That’s when the strange part occurred. It was 15 minutes into class and the four guys in the back were hit by a stronger smell. Rotten eggs, foul skunk, and sweaty ripe ass filled the air as Greg and John began to choke. “Teacher! I think Posey needs to be excused!!!” John sounded worried. The professor made no reaction, these guys break wind in class everyday, it was just another day for them. Posey made no comment but to laugh and claim the attack with a grin. John and Greg turned back around to the lesson when Tyler looked at Dylan… Dylan winked an eye at the once champion farter and smiled. Knowing he just bested the champion. Tyler lifted a leg and ripped  a rather audible blast at Dylan and the class erupted in anger at the 20 year old stud. Dylan secretly lifted a cheek and although silent, the smell was unbearably worse. Tyler blushed red as John and Greg turned around to egg Tyler on. “Dude, we said be merciless, but this is too much! Give the poor guy a break and take some beano” John was in near tears. Greg was on the verge of dry heaving. “Dylan, buddy! You’re not even flinching! You’re a beast to put up with this!” Greg was impressed by Dylan’s composure. What John and Greg didn’t know was that Dylan had just let loose another series of gas attacks into the room. Tyler let out a bigger fart, which, accidentally timed made it seem like the smell came from his loud blast rather than Dylan’s SBD. Within 40 more minutes of class the guys were now all well equipped to handle a chemical war.
Class was over and the guys walked out. John and Greg were applauding their newfound hero Dylan for taking Posey’s gas like a champ. Neither guy knew that the smell was Dylan’s brew. Posey sat back and watched as the weird kid got high fives and back pats for his stamina. “We’re now a group of five bros man, you’re in!” John said as Dylan got bright eyed. He just wanted to fit in. Posey felt even sicker… what if Dylan wanted to fart more?
The party was a huge hit. Posey and the gang threw a huge bash at his dorm. There was beer, chips, salsa, bean dip, and more “Everclear” than you’d know what to do with. “Do we really have to invite him? I still think he’s a dweeb!” Tyler asked John. “Dude! You’re just upset that you can’t throw him off with your stink. That guy is more of a man than you! haha!” Tyler focused on that conversation between him and John for the duration of the party as Dylan sat right next to Posey with some bean dip and broccoli. “Hey Tyler!” Dylan tried to be nice. Tyler sipped his beer and scoldingly told Dylan “How come you don’t drink?” Dylan looked at him sheepishly; “I’ll drink, if you’ll be nice to me.” Tyler obliged and Dylan took a swig of Everclear with his juice. Tyler laughed at Dylan’s facial expressions each shot and asked him to try it again. 5 shots later Dylan said “This doesn’t have a taste? *hiccup*” Tyler took a shot himself and wrapped his arm around Dylan. “Come here kid, I’ll show you some beer…” Tyler brought out a Guinness for them both. “This is only for special occasions, that cheap PBR is nothing…” Dylan LOVED it! And drank happily with Tyler the rest of the night. They laughed and got to know each other better. Tyler even calling Dylan “cool” in his book. Dylan smiled… but began to look sick from the alcohol. Greg was scoring big with the ladies as Hoechlin and John left with no one. “Man, Dylan’s pretty fucked up tonight. What did you do Pose?” Tyler Hoechlin looked worried. “He’s fine, he can crash here tonight. I don’t want his dorm leader finding him drunk when you take him home.” The guys left for the night and Posey and O'Brien stayed. Tyler wrapped him in a blanket on the couch and headed to his bed to go to sleep.
Tyler laid awake in his bed to thoughts of men from his porn library ripping ass in his dorm room. As he stroked his cock he imagined the smells and sounds they produced just for him. He threw one of them on the bed in his imagination and began to eat his ass out. He imagined the smooth run fleshy ass against his tongue ripping fart after fart and soon he was furiously stroking his meat in an intense sweat that was absorbed by the bed. The man in his dreams ripped a fart that went on for ages, his cum shot out onto the sheets and the guy’s face became more prevalent in his mind… it was Dylan! Posey gasped for air and rose up from his bed panting in fear. “What the fuck was that?!?” Tyler thought. He got up and walked back into his livingroom. Dylan was curled up on the couch and sleeping like a baby. “Fucking dweeb” Tyler mumbled under his breath. He got a glass of water from the kitchen and began to head back to bed, but something came over him. He walked over to Dylan on the couch… “Don’t do it” Tyler tried stopping himself. He took a sniff of the air, a loud sniff. Nothing. He would regret this next move… he moved in closer. Posey got within inches of Dylan’s ass and although it was snuggly fit under the covers the smell was amazing. The dweeb had an ass odor, and Tyler was getting hooked. Posey went to bed in shame of his secret sniffing adventure. But his mind raced with the thoughts of Dylan’s gas in the classroom that afternoon. Could he be… falling for the dweeb?
Tyler’s dreams were tame, except for one. Dylan was snuggled in bed with him and he was dutch opening him as a prank. He woke up and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. Dylan was up and at it. “What? No hangover?!?!” Tyler pointed out. “That? Oh, last night was nothing. I drank twice as much at home…” Dylan was acting rather alpha male this morning; Tyler was confused. Dylan was a ringer. Go onto a campus, be the nice kid, get all the teachers’ good graces, impress all the popular folk, then control the crowd. Tyler was impressed and the two sat down for breakfast. It was Saturday and the whole day was open. Dylan had no homework. Tyler just had a small report. Talk of the weather and classes grew old between the two and Posey tried coming up with other conversations. Dylan had other ideas. “Man, I bet I had some GAS last night.” Dylan winked at Tyler and Tyler felt uncomfortable again as Dylan aimed a fart into Tyler’s direction. The smell wafted to Tyler who winced and coughed on the smell. Tyler had to retaliate and ripped one of his own. It stunk, but Dylan’s was stronger. Just like the classroom experience Dylan was besting the gassy fetishist. “So you can retaliate?” Dylan ripped a longer blast. The smell intensified and Tyler’s dick grew in his shorts. “I thought I’d freshen the room a bit with my brew.” Dylan smiled and then smoldered his stare at Tyler… was he flirting? Tyler turned red and tried to get up and do his book report. “Have you read your book yet?” Dylan asked. Tyler played it off and said yes, but Dylan’s next quote sent chills down his spine. “Was your book against my ass last night? Because you had your nose there for part of the night. Did it smell good?” Dylan was going in for the kill. Tyler was sweating and told Dylan to get out. The fear was all over his face. “Get out? I think I have something you want Posey Wosey…” Dylan sat on Tyler’s lap and Tyler tried bucking him off. The fart was loud. It was warm… not just warm, it burned! Fuck it burned! Tyler winced from the smell, but it was the most magical moment of heaven he ever experienced! Dylan wrapped his arm around Tyler’s shoulder and Tyler wrapped his around Dylan’s back. Dylan let out another fart after lifting a cheek and aiming it at Tyler’s stomach. “I see you’ve stopped competing… is someone out of gas?” Dylan cooed at Tyler. “You’re the king.” Tyler moaned over and over. “The king?!?” Dylan smiled. “Well, that’s pretty impressive. Am I more kingly than that farter you have saved on your computer?” Tyler was taken aback by Dylan’s remark… Dylan looked at his Internet history last night! But it didn’t matter… In fact it felt safer… Dylan was doing this willingly… “Yes Dilly! OH YES!!! FUCK MORE!!!” Dylan smacked Tyler in the back of the head and ripped an angry fart in his lap… “But you told me to get out… so I guess this is goodbye…” Dylan sat up and walked out the door farting almost each step of the way. Tyler’s legs had lost circulation but that didn’t stop him from crawling to the door in hopes of getting Dylan back. Tyler laid in a fetal position alone in his apartment dorm breathing in the smells of Dylan’s crop-dust. He was so sexually frustrated he was in tears. What if Dylan told the guys? What if he told the school?
Class on Monday had Posey freaking out. He sat at his typical desk when Dylan walked in… he sat right in front of Tyler. John and Greg noticed this and took seats next to Dylan instead of you. “Man, I see Dylan is learning from Friday’s mistakes. Can’t sit next to the gas bomb for too long!” John chuckled at Tyler’s expense and Tyler stared at Greg… pointing to the empty seat next to him. “Man Posey, I don’t think anyone is gonna sit their after you nuked it last week!” Posey tried to laugh it off… deep down he was hurt, lonely, and feeling left out. His new view was kind of worth it though… Dylan’s round butt spread right in front of his view. Dylan pulled his jeans down and Tyler sprung a boner when he noticed… he wasn’t wearing any underwear in class. His jacket covered his front view. To the teacher and the rest of the class it looked like Dylan was fully clothed. The smell hit Tyler like a ton of bricks. He focused more on Dylan’s ass, the hole opened up and the smell magnified. Every minute Tyler was hit by a wave of stink from Dylan’s butt in class. Tyler had a show of Dylan’s ass right in front of him. As class ended Posey’s notes were blank. Dylan pulled up his jeans and got out of his seat. Greg and John walked out with him with Posey trailing behind.
“Yo Dylan! We still on for tomorrow?” Greg asked. “Yeah, see you then! I’m bring Hoechlin!” Dylan smiled as Tyler spoke up, “Wait? What’s going on?” Posey looked confused. “Oh, we’re hanging out Tuesday… you can come right Dylan?” Greg looked at Dylan as though Dylan was in charge of the group. “Yeah, come on!” John and Greg headed to their next class as Dylan was pushed against a wall by Tyler. “What the fuck was that!?” Tyler was furious with the mind games. “Chill buddy, you getting’ jealous of me taking over? Afraid of my power?” Dylan bit his lip and chuckled at Tyler’s grip as it lightened. Dylan smiled and ripped a fart and laughed harder. Tyler asked Dylan to hang out after his classes, his voice cracked from the question. “Well, what would we do together?” Dylan smiled more, it was a shit eating grin that made Tyler feel two inches small. “Well… we could… study…” Tyler sulked. “Oh, because you didn’t record any notes today and need mine?” Dylan laughed and tickled Posey’s nipple. Posey flinched and responded. “We… we… can do the thing…” “Oh! The thing… yeah… well, I knew I’d hook you soon. Tell you what, I’ll give you my notes, but at a price…” Dylan looked powerful. Tyler was scared. “All the notes you can ever need… but you’ll be my personal fart sniffer… for life.” Dylan massaged Tyler’s shoulder after the proposal. Tyler struggled to speak as Dylan’s other hand moved down to Tyler’s member… “I think your little friend has chosen for you”.
Dylan walked right into Tyler’s apartment. “Man, you still got any of that bean dip?” I’m hungry. Tyler pulled the dip from the fridge with some broccoli and handed it to Dylan. Dylan had wrapped a blanket around his body and pointed to a hole. “In.” Dylan commanded. Tyler stuck his head into the covers right against Dylan’s ass. He was wrapped tight against Dylan’s hole. The first sniff was incredible. Dylan’s ass smelled just like the gas Tyler was subjected to in class. That’s when the first fart hit. Tyler’s nose burned as he carefully sniffed Dylan’s ass and stroked his cock. Tyler woke up with his face trapped in a bed sheet. Dylan was gone. It was 3am. He read a note on his bedroom door: “You couldn’t even last 5 minutes down there. You’re pathetic. If you don’t do better next time I’m gonna twist your nuts until they pop off. Love you sweetie! -Dilly” Posey was scared, but his hard on still grew. He threw himself on his bed, face to pillow, when a foul smell hit him… Dylan farted on his pillows before leaving… he sniffed until he passed out drunk on Dylan’s gas.
Tuesday night Posey was dressed to the nine’s. The guys went to a club and were sitting at a booth. Dylan was leading the conversation and John, Greg and Hoechlin were eating it up. Greg drew everyone’s attention to a girl. Dylan glared at Tyler and pointed to the restroom with a wink. “He wants me to do this now?!?” Tyler thought. The two guys passed the bathroom and Dylan led them to an area behind the building. Dylan guided Tyler so that his back was against a brick wall, and with no words Dylan began to fart onto Posey’s thigh. Tyler was mesmerized by the showing. Dylan was blowing out gas like a champ. Most were inaudible, but the breeze, and the foul smell was a dead giveaway. For 5 minutes Dylan let rip constant streams of gas, but at minute 6 Posey tried bucking him off. “Dude! That’s enough, you’re proving your point you’re a fucking GOD! Now get off me!” Posey felt a little nauseous from the performance. “No Pose! I got GAS! I need you to sniff it. Come to think of it, my shorts are probably filtering the stink. It may travel back to the other guys.” Tyler was listening to Dylan speak and he felt lightheaded with excitement and fear. “Can you pull my shorts down… with your teeth?” Dylan gave Tyler the sweetest puppy dog eyes he could muster. Tyler dropped to his knees and praised the bubblebutt before his eyes. Dylan backed his ass up into Tyler’s mouth as Tyler opened wide and bit down on the back elastic of Dylan’s shorts. As Tyler pulled down on the shorts his nose rubbed against Dylan’s open crack. Tyler could smell the scent of trapped gas between the cheeks flood his senses. A quick sharp toot filled the air and Tyler’s oxygen was tainted further with the gas of his new fart king. “Air my shorts out and keep your face in my ass. I got a lot more” Dylan was talking as though this was the most normal behavior in the world. Tyler began to moan. How did Dylan never run out of gas!?!? “You’re doing a lot better than Monday night. Just don’t pass out” On the word pass out Dylan let out a fart that could singe nose hairs of anyone in the parking lot on the other side of the building. Tyler tried to escape but his head was trapped against the brick wall. He was in Dylan’s fart trap. “We better go back… I still have a lot of gas but you’ll just have to claim whatever I have to release in the bar.” Tyler stared at Dylan. He was embarrassed to fart. Dylan was embarrassed about farting in front of the other guys. But around him he was a gas bomb. If that didn’t say love, what did?
A few months later the guys were hanging out at John and Greg’s house. Dylan was sitting on a bean bag and munching on some taco bell when a fart erupted from his ass. This fart scared the living daylights out of the guys and they stared at Dylan. Dylan was about to cry when Posey spoke up. “Sorry guys, hahahaha! That was me.” John looked back at Dylan on the other side of the room. “Uhh… bro… that noise came from Dylan!” The smell hit the guys with force. “UGH! Wait y'all, ever since Dylan came into the picture, Tyler’s farts have stunk SO much worse!” Hoechlin looked confused. “Guys! Seriously, I can throw my farts! See?” Tyler leaned and motioned to Dylan to rip a fart from his seat. Dylan let out another loud monster and looked scared and cried “STOP!” They guys busted out laughing as Tyler waved a hand behind his ass to waft the magnify smell from his ass. Dylan lived to see another embarrassment free night. Posey was sure to be rewarded for that save tonight… when the taco bell finally reached Dylan’s gut. Dylan was sure to make Posey suffocate and cum his dick off that night.

Charles Xaviers!daughter- Part 2

could you maybe write a part two of the imagine where charles’ daughter has magnetism powers? maybe her training and bonding with her dad or something?

hi!! can you maybe write an x men imagine where the reader is charles’ daughter (maybe with the magnetic powers) and can’t control her powers yet so she has a nightmare that she’s hurting people, especially her dad with them and he gets into her head and calms her down?

Part 1

Erik stayed around for a week to teach you the ropes before he left to do whatever deed it was that Erik had planned. Your Dad had really stepped up to the plate, helping you harness your magnetism and learn how to control it.

“Ok Y/N,” he said as you stood outside with him with a table of dull knives in front of you, “concentrate your mind and get a knife through each target.” You pressed two fingers to your forehead and looked at one of the knives focusing on it. Slowly it levitated up until it was to your eye level. You looked ahead to the first target and sent the knife flying with your mind. One by one you sent knives flying until your mind was tired and you couldn’t do anymore.

“One more thing to do and then we are done,” you Dad told you. “See that,” he pointed at the large metal bike that sat across the yard. “Move that over here.”

“I can’t, Dad. I’m exhausted.”

“You have to push yourself, Y/N. Try it.” You focused on the bike but couldn’t even get it to move. You pressed your fingers against your temple and tried to move the bike again but nothing happened. You sighed in anger and pointed at the bike trying again to lift the bike towards you. It gave a little shake before it stopped moving and you felt exhausted. “I can’t do it, Dad.”

“You tried and that’s what counts. Now let’s go get some dinner.”

“Dad,” you asked as you two walked inside. “How’d you get so good at teaching people how to control their powers?”

“I’m not quite sure. I was a graduate assistant for a few of my professors so I guess that aided me. But everything I am today I taught myself. I guess I was just meant to be a teacher.”


You stood by Erik, both with your metal hats on, and watched the havoc that was being spread around you by your and Erik’s mutant soldiers. The fought and killed those to tried to stop your forces and you watched as kids you knew from your father’s school were brought down by your soldiers.

“Y/N,” you turned towards the voice in the chaos and saw your father. “You don’t have to do this.”

“My name is Alkali. Y/N is dead,” your now cold voice rang out to your Dad. “I don’t have to, I want to. The world is ours not the humans,” you yelled.

“I won’t let you do this,” he said.

“Then you’re part of the problem,” you sent a car towards your father and watched as he disappeared under it.

Watching the scene before you rattled your mind but you were unable to wake yourself up. You were stuck watching as this new you wrecked havoc and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. “Open up your mind, Y/N. Let me in,” your Dad’s composed voice came back into your head. “What your seeing is not real. Calm your mind and wake up.” Slowly your Dad coaxed you awake and you felt the tear stains that had marked your cheeks. “Dad,”  you cried out when you saw him by your bed and threw your arms around his neck. “I had the worst dream.”

“I know, it’s ok.”

“Did you see it, though. Did you see my dream? I was killing innocent people Dad. I killed you,” you sobbed.

“It was all a dream, Y/N. You don’t have an evil bone in your body and I know you’d never harm me.”

“What if I turn out like Erik?”

“You’re my daughter, I know you. You’d never turn out like him.”

“You believe in me that much?”

“Always. Never forget that. Come on,” he said heading towards your door.

“Where are we going?”

“For a late night snack. I stashed your favorite ice cream at the bottom of the freezer.”


“Y/n you’ll never guess what happened today!” Neville dropped his books onto the table and sat down in front of me. 

I looked up and grinned at his happy face looking excitedly at me. 

“What happened, plant boy?”

“I was in Herbology, and Professor Sprout each gave us Sneezewort…”

Neville hadn’t even said one sentence of his story when I decided to tune him out. He wasn’t even looking at me anymore– he was off in his own land, reliving his amazing experiences with plants today, probably.

I watched as Neville’s mouth moved at a hundred miles per hour, continuously spewing out facts about his favorite subject. Herbology was the only class where Neville actually enjoyed himself and had good things to say. No one had ever heard him talking about History of Magic or Potions like this.

His eyes sparkled, even without light, and his hands moved rapidly. He tended to talk with his hands a lot, which I found adorable. When he got tangled up in his words, he often tried to finish his sentences with hand motions. As far as I knew, I was the only one who could understand them.

“Y/n?” Nevilly tweaked my nose and I jerked up so hard that I fell out of my chair. My face turned bright red as Neville roared with laughter and other students turned to stare and snicker. 

“Shut up, Neville, you’re being so loud!” I hissed as I took his hand which was reached out to me. I pulled myself up and plopped back down in my chair and refused to look at him in embarrassment.

“So what I’ve learned today is that I can’t talk to you about plants because all I get is a blank stare from you looking at my face.” 

“Oh shut up.” 

I took Neville’s hand in mine as he dove right back into his plant story, and continued to stare at him with his weird but very lovable passion for his plants.

Stardew Valley: Shane marriage dialogue

@spectrevakarian​ I took a look at the wiki and I don’t think Shane’s marriage dialogue on there is complete, and I have a tendency to take the proverbial ball and run way too far with it, so: here’s all of Shane’s dialogue once you’re engaged/married.  This is all taken directly from the dialogue game files (EngagementDialogue, MarriageDialogue, MarriageDialogueShane).

The wiki’s actually pretty spotty with a lot of the characters’ dialogue so maybe I’ll do this for all the romanceable characters.

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Lazy Day wtht Joe

imagine for @not-a-creativewriter

“Joe!! You said we could go on a date today!” I whine.

“I’m sorry I’m just super jet lagged today can we just stay in?” He asks.

“Yeah I guess, but you owe me a date!” I laugh jumping on the bed.

“Do you want to make a video with me today? And maybe just lay around and watch some films?” He suggests.

‘’Yeah sounds like fun! I’ll go make some breakfast.” I smile.

I walk downstairs and start up the stove to make some eggs. I poor some orange juice in some glasses and make some toast with peanut butter. I put it all on a tray and bring it upstairs to a shirtless Joe setting up is camera.

“Now thats something I could get used to.” I smile setting down the tray giving him a hug.

“I think I could get used to you staying with me every night.” He smirks giving me a kiss. “Do you want to make a video?”

“You and your videos.” I chuckle.

We sit down and put on a tv show while we eat. He tells me about his trip to Croatia he just came back from. It’s been two weeks since we’ve seen each other and we hardly talked while he was away because of the time difference. I’m so glad we get to spend the day together even if it’s just chilling around the house. 

“So would you like to do the innuendo bingo challenge or the boyfriend does my makeup?” Joe asks.

“Um why don’t you let the fans choose?” I say.

Joe agrees and makes a poll. In the time he’s waiting I shower and put on some sweats and a hoodie.

“Looks like they want me to do your makeup!” He cheers.

“Oh my lord.” I laugh.

I gather all my makeup and we head to the kitchen and set everything up in there. I lay out all my makeup and organize things by what they are. 

“Hello everyone! Today I’m here with my beautiful girlfriend (Y/N)!” Joe smiles.

“Hello!” I say. “So what are we doing today?”

“Well it seems to me that I’m doing your makeup.” He responds.

“Ow Joe! Thats my eye!” I yell.

“OhI’m sorry!” He laughs. “What even is this??” 

“Its glitter adhesive, so if you want to put glitter on your eye it will stick!” I laugh.

“Oooh lets add some glitter!” He mocks all girly.

He puts on the glitter adhesive and chooses a bright blue glitter.

“I can’t even open this!” He yells. 

He then accidentally breaks the lid open and glitter goes everywhere.

“Joe!” I laugh.

“What in the bloody hell. I hate glitter.” He moans. 

The whole time we’re laughing and even though sometimes I would get stabbed in the eye , I was still loving this time we were spending together.

I love being so close with him. He’s so wonderful at what he does. 

After we were done, we put on a film and layed around and cuddled and ordered some pizza for lunch. We then moved to some videos for a while but after I started winning he wanted to go back to watching movies. Joe fell asleep on me about half way through the second Iron Man. I played with his hair and continued watching myself. He woke up about an hour later and wanted to start editing.

“Joe you used eye liner in my eyebrows I didn’t even notice!” I laughed as we were editing.

The whole time we were editing I noticed all the wrong things he did and used and I cringed every time but it was so fun. Watching him do what he loves warms my heart.

We moved the laptop from his desk to the bed because it was more comfy.

“Should I go get started on dinner?” I ask.

“Can we have mac and cheese please??” He asks.

“Joe thats hardly a dinner. But sure why not.” I laugh.

I come back upstairs form making mac and cheese with some hot dogs and beer to a Joe passed out on the bed. I quietly put the food down and take a picture.

“I guess doing my makeup today wore him out! So glad my sleepy boy is back home. @ Joesugg “


I hope you all like this! it’s been forever since I’ve written an imagine! 

Quit Following Me

Request: “R2D2 following you around, and Anakin finding it cute.”

Prompt: You and Artoo had become fond of each other as time passed, and Anakin gets a kick out of him following you

A/N: I thought this was really a cute request, this was a really fun blurb to write

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Ship: Joshaya

Requested by: @ipikaboo​ Thank you for the prompt!



He was standing in line for tickets when saw them. Maya with some dude who looked straight out of a catalog. He didn’t realize he was staring until his friend, Andrew, waved his hand in front of his face. “Dude, did you just zone out or something?” he asks, following Josh’s gaze over to Maya. “Isn’t that chick the girl who admitted she loved your at that party?”

“Uh yeah, that’s her,” Josh replies, looking away when Maya throws her head back laughing at something her date said. He should be over there making her laugh.

“Wow, do I guess she moved on. That’s good right? That’s what you wanted?” Andrew asks, as they move forward in the line.

Not really. “Yeah,” Josh practically snaps. He shakes his head, he needed to get Maya out of his head. They would have their someday. Their someday just wasn’t today.

After paying for his ticket and some popcorn him and Andrew went into the theater and found some seats. He was munching on his popcorn and watching the previews when he noticed and certain blonde sitting a couple rows in front of them. Great.

He tried to pay attention to the movie, he really did but he just couldn’t when every joke he could hear Mayas laugh. Sometimes during the scary scenes he would see her move closer to her date. Since when was she scared of movies? She must really like this guy.

The next thing Josh knew the movie was over and he had no idea what happened. “That movie was amazing!” Andrew says, as the lights come on.

Not wanting to tell his friend he was staring at his nieces best friend the whole time he just nods in agreement.

“What was your favorite part? Mine was when the clown came out of no where and drove the bus into a house,” Andrew says. “What was yours?”

Josh furrows his brows while Andrew described his favorite part a little confused as to what this movie was actually about. “That was uh mine too,” he replies, since he couldn’t think of any scene.

“Dude I made that up,” Andrew says, catching Josh’s lie. “I saw you staring at her the whole movie. Why don’t you go tell her?”

Josh sighs and thinks for a minute, “Because we’ll have our someday and I am not going to let her sit around and wait for me. I gotta let her live her life until its our time and then I can swoop in.”

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Ground Zero

Pairing: Cake (Luke/Calum)

Word Count: 7276

Luke and Calum have been best friends their whole lives, but Calum wants more.

*Fluff and a little bit of angst*

A/N: This could probably be better, but I’m happy with the result.

Calum didn’t like boys.

He only liked one boy. Singular. He knew how weird that sounded. Trust him; he knew. He thought about how weird it was all the time, and wondered what was wrong with his brain to cause such a malfunction, and he wondered if it could be cured. He thought it was a fluke at first because he’s a teenage boy and just about anything got him going. The wind could hit him a certain way, and he’d be turned on.

So when Luke showed up at his house a couple months ago, seeming to have grown five inches over night, eradicating any trace of baby fat, Calum wrote it off. So what if he noticed how much more defined Luke’s cheekbones were? So what if he thought about dragging his hands over Luke’s lean waist. It was the shock of the moment, and he pushed it aside.   

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Different kinds of war

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), some Bruclintasha (Bruce x Clint x Natasha)

summary: Luckily, some confilicts can be solved by kisses and hugs.

length: 896 words

a/n: a short drabble, inspired by three things! try to guess them all! another fic in the series of ‘I want Tony and Steve together and happy’, which you can basically read as a fluff without plot. the best kind of fic, right ;D?!


Different kinds of war

The air around them was thick and heavy. They were together through so much, but there were some conflicts, words couldn’t solve.

“Are you sure you want to do this right now?” Steve asked in a heavy breath, his stance tense and gaze set on Tony. It seemed too drastic.

Tony narrowed his eyes, not crumbling under the blue eyes of the perfect soldier. “Oh, I want it, Cap,” he said in a strong voice. There was no way back. “Unless.. you’re chicken,” he added, just to antagonize the soldier more.

Steve’s eyes widened at such blunt display of cockiness. Alright, Tony was asking for it. “Well, let’s end this. Once and for all.”

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My Thoughts: The Last

Just a collection of thoughts I feel I want to write down as I thought about it long enough. Some discussion about chapter 700 will occur, probably 699, especially talk about The Last.

This collection of thoughts includes: anti Kishimoto, anti The Last, anti ending, anti naruhina, anti sasusaku, anti Hinata, anti Sakura, and probably other things ss and nh fans would love to bark about.

If someone comes to claim I crosstagged, please check the tags. I assure you I did not. If for some reason it is showing in those pro tags, then I’m sorry. If you want to bitch at me about my opinion, then read the whole thing and don’t come to me on anon. Please and thank you.

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Summer Love// Part One

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Can you do a imagine where Peter and r/n were just normal teenagers who met at a park in a small town but r/n was just visiting for holiday and they end up dating but it will be 2/3 years before r/n returns and pan finds out where she lives and surprises r/n at school then they graduate high school together. Love you!! It’s fine if you can’t just thinking❤️

Song for this imagine: Summer Love by One Direction// LISTEN TO IT WHILE READING FOR THE FULL EXPERIENCE 

A/N: I’m warning you guys now. WARNING. This is the sappiest, cheesiest imagine I have ever written so BE PREPARED. Also, this is a Peter Pan AU.

No summer would ever be the same. No summer would ever be so life changing. No summer would ever mean so much. Because that kind of summer was something you’d only experience once in a lifetime, but I suppose that’s because that kind of love was something you’d only experience once in a lifetime also.

Even if it was just for a short while, being the new resident in such a small town was scary. You didn’t know anyone, although everyone knew each other. You’d essentially be the black sheep of the town.

I huffed as I folded what seemed like the millionth shirt and placed it into the drawer.

“Uncle Jensen, a question for you to ponder on,” I shouted from the floor of his guest bedroom.

Moments later his head poked into the room, his green eyes staring at me questioningly.

“If I’m spending the summer here in this room, and after that summer is over I have to re-pack this suitcase, then amuse me and tell me why the hell I’m un-packing it in the first place?” I asked with a raised brow.

He threw his head back and laughed at my despair.

“Listen, kiddo, tell you what,” he began as he slipped into the room and kneeled down beside me. “You’ve been at this for what, an hour? Why don’t you take a break and go take a walk around the town, yeah? Won’t take you that long, and when you get back we can go out for dinner.” He offered with a smile.

I smiled and threw an arm around his shoulders, squishing my cheek against his stubbly one.

“That sounds great.” I said before getting up to put my shoes on. “I won’t stay out too long!” I reassured him as I walked out the door.

I breathed a sigh of relief at the cool, fresh air. I let my feet carry me wherever as I looked around, taking in all the small details of the quaint, little town. I soon found myself at the gate of a park, and although the town was small, this park was nearly filled to the brim with kids.

I smiled and leaned against the entrance gate as I watched them run around.

I looked down as something flew against my leg. A plastic sword. I picked it up and looked around, immediately seeing a little boy, no older than six, frantically running toward me.

“Miss,” he said once he reached me, his messy blonde hair falling back as he craned his head up to meet my gaze. “That’s my sword.”

I smiled softly.

“Are you a pirate?” I asked playfully as I handed the toy back to him.

His face crinkled up in disgust at my accusation.

“No! I’m fighting the pirates!” He explained.

I laughed, opening my mouth to reply, but I was quickly cut off.

“Felix!” A man, well, boy, shouted as he ran toward us.

The little blonde boy turned around and immediately smacked the boy in the side with his plastic sword. He grunted, but managed to stay calm, placing a hand on the boy’s sword.

“You can’t run off like that, Felix.” The stranger panted, and I immediately noted the thick English accent.

“But I was fighting the pirates!” The kid rationalized with a pout.

The stranger shook his head, unable to hold back the amused grin that fell onto his lips.

He looked up at me with a raised brow, a slight smirk on his face before looking back down to the kid.

“Does she look like a pirate to you, Felix?” He asked and pointed at me. Felix examined me closely before shaking his head. “Then we don’t hit her with the sword.” He scolded.

“I’m so sorry about him.” He apologized.

I shook my head, a smile still present on my face.

“No, it’s fine, it was cute.” I brushed off.

He smiled and kneeled down to Felix’s level.

“This, Felix, is the beautiful princess you should be protecting from the pirates.” He explained to him. I blushed a deep scarlet at his comment.

The little boys eyes widened and he looked up at me quickly.

“I’m sorry, Princess!” He said frantically.

I laughed and ruffled his already messy blonde hair.

“Now go play with the other boys.” The stranger instructed and stood up, watching as Felix ran off to the rest of the children.

“Cute kid.” I smiled once he was gone.

“Cute but with a bloody terrifying imagination.” He chuckled before holding his hand out to me. “I’m Peter.”

“Y/N.” I introduced and shook his warm hand. “And, no offense, Peter, but you look a bit young to be a father.”

He laughed, his forest green eyes sparkling. I found my chest fluttering at the beautiful sound.

“That’s my brother, actually.” He informed me.

I glanced back over at the little blonde boy who was currently whacking another little boy with his sword.

“I would say he looks just like you, but..” My voice trailed off in a teasing manner.

“Well, adoptive brother. My parents adopted him when he was just a year old.” He said, a small smile on his face.

I nodded.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before.” He noted.

“I’m new here. I’m visiting for the summer.” I explained.

“Then maybe I could show you around sometime.” He suggested, his eyes a bit hopeful, though he tried to hide it.

“Maybe, Peter.” I smiled up at him. “I’ll see you around.” I said as I turned around to head back home.

“I hope so, Princess.”

I walked back into the house, a smile seemingly etched onto my face.

“Back so soon?” Uncle Jensen asked as I walked into the living room.

I nodded and fell back into the couch beside him. His brow raised at my giddy attitude.

“What’d you find?” He asked, a smirk on his face as he turned back to the television.

“A park.” I said simply, but I knew he wouldn’t leave it at that.

“Okay, I’ll bite. Who’d you find?” He finally asked.

He knew me too well.

“Maybe you should stop worrying about me finding a boyfriend and find yourself one.” I teased with a smirk.

He scoffed.

“And who said I didn’t already have one?” He challenged.

My brow shot up.

“Unless you finally asked that Misha dude out, I don’t want to hear it!” I exclaimed as I jumped up from the couch and to my room, smiling as his cackle rang through the house.

•                     •                      •                       •

As promised, I had gotten ready, and Uncle Jensen took me out for dinner later on that night. It was nothing big and extravagant, but I appreciated that. After a four hour flight, I didn’t feel like getting all dressed up for dinner.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you since you were a baby, Y/N.” My uncle sighed from across the table.

I chuckled at him.

“You saw me two years ago.” I laughed and he rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean. You’re all grown up now. You’re graduating high school next year!” He exasperated.

My smile diminished a bit and I looked down at my lap.

“You okay, kiddo?” He asked softly upon seeing my mood change.

“Yeah, it’s just, sometimes I feel like- I don’t-” I stumbled over my words in attempt to express what I was feeling. “Have you ever just felt like everything is moving too fast? Sometimes I just wish I could put my life on pause, put this whole growing up thing on pause and just.. Explore.” I said, my cheeks heating up once I realized how dumb that must’ve sounded.

“Explore?” Uncle Jensen asked, his brow shooting up in question. “Explore what?”

I shrugged.

“Life, the world around me, people,” I listed off. I looked back down to my lap, playing anxiously with my fingers. “Love.”

I glanced back up at him. He smiled softly.

“I know, Y/N, I get it. You’re seventeen, all your friends have dates and relationships, I know it’s hard.” He sympathized.

I nodded slowly and swallowed the lump forming in my throat.

“It’s hard watching other people get the love you want to give, but it’ll come when you least expect it. Trust me on this one, doll.” He whispered.

“My name’s Peter, I’ll be your waiter this evening.”

My head shot up at the familiar voice.

His green eyes widened a bit when he saw me staring up at him.

“Peter,” I smiled. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

His lips twitched up into a smile.

“Princess,” he greeted with a mock bow before looking over to my uncle who watched the both of us in amusement.

“Jensen, I wasn’t aware you had a daughter.” Peter said in shock.

Uncle Jensen quickly shook his head.

“Niece, she’s my niece.” He clarified.

Peter nodded and glanced back over to me.

“Well, it’s a shame I’m only just now meeting her.” He said with a smirk before pulling out his notepad.

“What can I get you two?”

He quickly wrote down our orders before walking away.

I could feel my uncle’s prying gaze on me as I watched Peter walk away. Slowly, I turned to meet his awaiting eyes.

“I’m assuming that’s what you found at the park today?” He guessed with a smirk, and I was unable to wipe the stupid smile from my face.

“Maybe.” I muttered as I took a sip of my water.

“Must’ve been one hell of a meeting. Princess?” He mocked.

I blushed.

“Shut up!” I huffed, smacking his arm playfully. “How do you know him?”

“Everyone knows everyone in this town. I helped his dad find a job when they moved here.” He explained.

“Where did they move from?” I asked.

“Don’t you think you should be asking lover boy over there that?” He asked, nodding his head to something behind me.

I turned around slowly, but quickly faced forward again when I found Peter’s eyes on me as he absentmindedly took a family’s order.

“I told you, kid, it’ll come when you least expect it.”

•                     •                       •                      •

I could barely get through ten minutes of dinner without Uncle Jensen making some kind of joke about what he kept saying was Peter’s attraction toward me.

“He’s looking again.” He sang before taking a bite of his burger.

I huffed in frustration as my cheeks heated up yet again, but I couldn’t stop myself from glancing behind me to check. Sure enough, he was at the register talking to the manager, his eyes constantly drifting back over to our table. He knew he’d been caught doing it a few times already, but he didn’t seem to care.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” I mumbled as I tossed my napkin on the tables.

“Do you know where it is?” My uncle asked.

“I’ll ask one of the workers.” I winked and stood up as he shook his head, a smile on his face.

“That’s my girl.”

Luckily, Peter wasn’t with a customer, and was instead still at the register. His head shot up as I walked up to him.

“How can I help you, Princess?” He asked cheekily.

“I was hoping you could point me to the bathroom.” I smiled.

His smile faltered a bit, but he quickly regained his composure.

“Oh, um, yeah of course, just keep going straight into that hallway, and it’ll be on your right.” He said, sighing quietly.

I nodded slowly as I wondered why his mood had changed so quickly.

“Thank you.” I muttered before taking off.

Once I was finished and got back to the table, they’d already taken our empty plates back to the kitchen.

“Are we leaving?” I asked quickly.

“No, calm down, I’m waiting on the check.” He teased.

As if on cue, I saw Peter heading toward our table. He smiled briefly at us as he set the check down before quickly walking away. I watched him in confusion.

“He’s acting weird..” I mumbled to myself, but Jensen heard.

“Of course he’s acting weird. You two were giving each other googly eyes all night and then you go and ask him for a bathroom. The poor kid probably got his hopes up when you walked over there.” He explained as he took out his wallet.

I scoffed stubbornly.

“Excuse me for not throwing myself at him after barely a day of knowing him.” I said defensively.

“Not throwing yourself at him, Y/N. He probably just wants your number.” He said as he shook his head.

“If he wanted it he could’ve asked.” I mumbled in defeat. I knew he was right.

Jensen rolled his eyes before scribbling on the receipt and closing it.

“Alright, let’s go.” He said as he stood up and stretched his arms.

I tried to make the walk to the door as slow as possible, but we had already reached it. I turned around and found Peter at the table we were previously at. He peered down at the check and a wide grin spread across his face. He looked around the restaurant for a moment when his eyes fell on me. He shot me a wink and offered a heart throbbing smile before walking away. My cheeks flared red.

My brows furrowed together in confusion as I continued to walk out with Uncle Jensen, who had a mischievous smile on his face all the way to the car.

It was silent the whole way back to the house, yet Jensen kept the suspicious look of mischief on his face, and I feared that he’d done something stupid that I would have to pay the consequences for later.

Once we got to the house, I immediately made my way to the room I would be staying in and shut the door. Falling on the bed, I sighed.

My eyes began to droop when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and glanced lazily at the screen. I didn’t recognize the number.

‘It seems I was given quite the interesting tip tonight. Tell Jensen I said thank you. I do hope to see more of you, Princess.’

My eyes widened and I continued to read the text over and over again.  

I practically flew off of the bed and out of my room in search of my wing man of an uncle.

“Uncle Jensen,” I said slowly, making my way into the living room where I heard the television going.

“Yes?” He drawled out as he attempted to hide his smirk.

“Is there a reason I’ve gotten a text from Peter? I don’t recall giving him my number.” I said, the ghost of a smile on my face. He shrugged.

“He was a good waiter; he got a good tip.”

•                    •                      •                        •    

Peter and I texted quite a bit for days after that night, but it wasn’t until that next Saturday night that she received the fateful text.

‘I do believe it’s been quite some time since I’ve seen the princess. Meet me at the plaza at 4:00.’

I gasped, excitement bubbling up in me at the thought of seeing him again. I glanced over at the clock.


My eyes widened. Last minute, much?

Despite the short notice, I couldn’t turn him down.

I’ll see you soon then, but just for future reference, I’d prefer a little more than thirty minutes notice. I’ll let it slide this time though.

I immediately got a reply.

Are you already suggesting you’ve agreed to go on a second date with me?

I rolled my eyes at his cheeky response, but I couldn’t hold back my smile.

Are you suggesting that this is a first date?

I’ll see you soon, Princess.

I shook my head and shot up to get ready.

After a record speed of ten minutes, I was basically running out the door.

“Woah, woah, woah!” I felt Jensen’s hand rest on my shoulder to stop me. “Where are you going?”

“Well, um, I’m going to see Peter.” I stammered with a hopeful smile, praying he’d let me go.

“Like a date?” He suggested.

I nodded and my cheeks heated up. He smiled softly before rolling his eyes and opening the door. I smiled and quickly walked out.  

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He shouted.

“That’s not saying much!” I shouted back.

“Don’t have sex! God, do I have to spell it out for you?” He said, exasperated.

“Wouldn’t dream of it!”

 •                    •                      •                       •

It wasn’t a long walk to the plaza. I couldn’t hold back my smile as I saw Peter waiting for me. He was sat on a bench, hunched over and staring down at the ground as his leg bounced. He looked up upon hearing my approaching footsteps. A wide smile spread across his face and he stood up to greet me, surprising me when he pulled me against him for a hug. I smiled softly as his scent surrounded me, and his arms lingered on me for a bit longer than I’d expected. I didn’t mind though. Once he pulled away, I noticed his cheeks were flushed a bit, probably because he noticed how forward he’d been.

“Did you walk here?” He asked suddenly.

I nodded slowly.

“Why didn’t you tell me! I could’ve picked you up.” He sighed.

“It’s only about a ten minute walk, Peter. It was fine.” I reassured him.

“Ten minutes or an hour, you shouldn’t be walking around alone. It’s not safe.” He scolded.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes at his concern.

“Okay, Mom.” I scoffed jokingly.

He huffed at the nickname.

“Watch it, Princess,” he warned with a playful wink. “Not too late for me to turn into a pirate.”

 •                      •                     •                      •

We spent the day walking around, occasionally stopping to look in shops. He’d treated me to ice cream, which was dropped ten minutes later because he decided he wanted to try mine. After some tugging back and forth and fighting, he cursed as the half eaten cone fell to the floor, but we’d laughed it off and moved on.

It was simple, but nice.

He insisted on driving me back home, not taking no for an answer, but I was glad he did. It gave us more time to talk.

“Let’s play a game.” He said with his eyes on the road.

After the couple hours we’d spent together, if I’d learned one thing about Peter, it was that he loved games. Though, most of the games he suggested were ones he’d come up with.

“I think we’ve run out of games, actually.” I laughed.

“I’ll never run out of games, love.” He assured as he glanced over to me with a smile. Oh my, that smile. “But don’t worry, I didn’t come up with this one.”

I sighed, finding it a bit hard to believe, but nodded anyway.

“Okay, shoot.” I said.

“Never have I ever.” He said mischievously.

I shot him a concerned look.

“I don’t think I trust playing this game with you.”

He scoffed.

“You’ve already agreed to play!”

I groaned and threw my head back against the seat.

“Fine, but you have to go first.”

The game went on for a couple minutes, all the never have I evers being silly, unimportant things, but we were learning more about each other nonetheless.

“Mmm, never have I ever been in love.” He said, his playful tone turning into a soft one.

His captivating green eyes glanced over to me when I remained silent.


I looked up from my lap and to him.

“I don’t know.” I answered truthfully.

His brows furrowed together in confusion.

“How do you not know?”

“Well, at the time, I would’ve said yes, but when I think back to the relationship now.. I just don’t know.” I said quietly. “I guess I just don’t really know what love is.”

Peter was quiet for a couple minutes, and in that time we’d made it back to Uncle Jensen’s house. He parked the car, but kept his hands on the wheel, his eyes holding a thoughtful look.

“I suppose when you’re with someone you care about, you’d like to think it’s love, but true love is something you’d only know once you’ve experienced it. You’ll never have to doubt it, and you’ll never have to ask questions. If you’re in love and the other person feels the same way, they’ll make sure you know.” He said with a soft voice, finally taking his eyes off of the steering wheel to look at me.

“I’d like to think I’ve experienced love, but if what me and that other boy had was love, then I’m not sure I’d want to be in love again.” I laughed dryly.

“Well, surely you’ll experience it someday. Love will always be there. Whether you’re waiting for it, in it, or missing it. It’s going to be there for everybody. Even you, Princess.” He said as he smiled warmly at me.

“You’re very insightful for a teenage boy, Peter.” I informed him.

He shook his head.

“I’m not sure insightful is the proper way to describe me.” He chuckled.

“So, how would you describe you?”

He looked down at his lap, the corner of his lips tugging up into a small smirk before he looked back up at me and finally responding.

“A hopeful boy who’s had a lot of waiting time to ponder the subject.”

He wasted no time after his answer was out to lean over, place a large hand on my cheek and kiss me softly. I wasn’t sure if it was the topic we had been on or if it was simply the look in his eyes that allowed me to guess he was going to do just that.

I felt, hell, I heard my heart slamming against my chest as he slowly pulled away. The absence of his distracting lips allowed me to finally process what had happened fully, and I blushed. He chuckled softly when he saw this. His thumb stroked my burning cheek one last time before his hand dropped back down to his side.

“Goodnight, Princess.”

•                      •                       •                      •

Peter and I spent every day we could together after that. Those days he wasn’t working, and Uncle Jensen didn’t plan anything for us to do, we were together, and as much as I absolutely love my uncle, I favored those days. Though, I was sure Jensen knew that, but he didn’t take offense to it.

Today was one of those days.

Peter came by to pick me up as soon as he got off of work and took me to the park where we’d met. We came here a lot, usually when it was late and there weren’t kids running around or screaming. We talked a lot here, about everything and anything, but sometimes it was quiet. Those quiet times were comforting. Not because I didn’t enjoy our talks, but because the silence gave me time to step back and remember to cherish the moment.

Just sat against the tree, tucked safely into his chest and between his legs as he occasionally pressed soft kisses to my hair. I wished I could keep these moments locked away forever, so I willed myself never go forget them.

“Peter,” I whispered, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen over us.

“Yes, Princess?” He said, the hand that had been playing with my hair coming to rest on my shoulder.

“It’s already the end of July.” I reminded him and my chest tightening as the words fell from my lips. “What are we gonna do?”

He sighed and tilted my chin up to gaze into my eyes.

“I don’t want you worrying about that now. You’re with me right now, and I wouldn’t like to waste this time counting down the days till you leave. Please, love, just don’t think about it.” He pleaded as he attempted to put on a strong face, but his eyes showed concern and fear.

I felt my lip begin to quiver and quickly bit down on it to prevent the tears. Not here, not in front of Peter.

I nodded slowly.

He leaned down and kissed me softly, his forehead resting on mine once he pulled away.

I attempted to enjoy the rest of the night, but it was proven quite difficult with the nagging voice in the back of my mind.

One more month

•                     •                      •                        •

Four days. Four days until I go back home. Four days until I have to leave Peter.

I didn’t dare bring it up again after that day at the park; I didn’t want to upset him, but as the day grew closer, the more I wanted to cling onto him and cry.

I fought back my tears at the thought as I folded a pair of jeans to place it into my suitcase.

“Y/N,” Jensen said as his head poked into the room. I looked up to him in question. “Peter’s here. Do you want me to let him up?”

My eyes widened a bit. I didn’t expect him to come over today.

“U-Um.. yeah, yeah, of course.” I stuttered out while glancing at the suitcase on my bed.

Moments later Peter slowly pushed open the door to my room and walked in. I smiled as he walked over and kissed me.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” I mumbled against his lips and he smiled.

“I was let out early.” He informed, pulling away and sitting on the edge of the bed. He glanced at the suitcase, a look of fear washing over his face and he quickly looked down at his lap.

“When is your flight?” he asked quietly. It surprised me that he brought it up.

“At eleven on Thursday.” I murmured, toying with the shirt in my hands.

I heard him swallow harshly. He stood up and made his way over to me and pulled me into him. I rested my head on his chest, letting out a shaky breath as his hand began softly stroking my hair.

“I’m coming,” he insisted, his voice wavering. “I’m going to be there, love.”

I nodded, somehow holding the tears back still.

“I’m going to be there for you, Princess.”

•                     •                       •                      •

Those four days passed all too quickly, and I found myself staring up at the ceiling at nine o’clock on Thursday morning, screaming at myself to just stay in bed. I tried coming up with an excuse, any excuse that resulted in me not getting on the plane today.

I heard my door slowly open.

“Y/N?” Uncle Jensen called softly. “You’ve got to get ready, hun.”

“Do I have to?” I whispered pathetically.

He sighed and stepped into the dark room. I felt the bed dip down beside me and his hand came to rest on my back, rubbing small circles on it.

“I know it’s hard, but this won’t be the last time you see him. If there’s one thing I’ve always known about that kid it’s that he’s persistent. If he cares about something, he’s not going to give up on it. Especially not you, Y/N.” He assured me.

I nodded and slowly sat up in the bed, my hair falling into my face. My lip trembled as I looked around the room.

“I’m going to miss it here.” I said quietly.

“You know you’re welcome to come any time. Maybe I can convince your mom to let you come every summer.” He offered.

I smiled at the idea.

“Now hurry up and get ready. Lover boy will be here any minute now.”

•                        •                      •                     •

The drive to the airport was heartbreaking.

Peter sat in the backseat with me, refusing to leave my side. He kept his arm wrapped tightly around me the entire ride, attempting to have me as close as possible.

I heard his sharp intake of breath when we reached the airport, and it seemed he was purposefully walking as slow as possible to get inside, but I couldn’t blame him.

It took about half an hour to finally get to the terminal, but that was only because Peter insisted it was completely necessary to wait in line so him and Jensen could get a gate pass. I was glad he did though.

We sat in the uncomfortable plastic chairs for a while waiting for boarding to be called. Peter’s hand was gripped tightly on mine as his leg bounced, something I’d noted he did when he was nervous. I flinched every time the intercom came on to announce boarding for another flight.

“Now boarding Group One on United Airlines flight 117.”

I felt the pressure in my chest increase and Peter’s hand tightened around mine. We slowly stood up and Uncle Jensen pulled me into a tight hug, kissing the top of my head gently.

“Come back soon, kid, you hear me?” He mumbled as he pulled away.

I nodded, smiling weakly at him. His eyes darted behind me and softened. I knew he was looking at Peter. He walked away, leaving us alone.

I turned around to meet Peter’s heartbreaking gaze. He pulled me into him, pressing me tightly against his chest. I looked up at him and the tears I had been holding back for nearly a month welled up in my eyes.

“Please, don’t cry, love.” He whispered, knowing he would break down if he saw the tears fall down my face, but I couldn’t help it. Hot, stinging tears fell down my face, and I couldn’t stop them. His lip trembled, but he quickly bit down on it and blinked rapidly. He wanted to keep it together for me.

“I’m going to call everyday, Y/N, every chance I get, I promise. I’ll text you, and-” I stopped his rambling with a soft kiss.

“I know, I know, Peter.” I mumbled. “You don’t need to promise me that. Just- just..” The words got caught in my throat, but he nodded, urging me to go on. I took a deep, shaky breath before continuing. “Just don’t forget about all of this. Just remember me, please.” I pleaded.

A single tear ran down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away.

“I could never forget you, Y/N.” He smiled sadly as his thumbs wiped the tears that had accumulated under my eyes.

“I love you, Princess.” He whispered.

I sobbed quietly as the words left his mouth.

Though those were the words I’d been dreaming of hearing for so long now, I couldn’t help but wish the first time I’d heard them wouldn’t possibly be the last.

“Please, please, don’t say that!” I sobbed. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

His hands desperately gripped onto my face and he tilted my head up, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“But I do, I love you, Y/N.” He said again. “Please don’t leave without letting me know you feel the same.” He begged.

Don’t take this any farther, Y/N. I scolded myself, but watching his wide, awaiting eyes stare at me as his face fell killed me.

I reached up and kissed him softly once more. So soft, our lips barely touched, much like our first kiss. I smiled sadly at him as I pulled away.

“I love you too, Peter.”

“the elevator stopped”

@kissableirwin : “my new neighbor is really fucking attractive but i’m terrible at social interaction so i’ve been avoiding them until one day we’re forced to talk when we get stuck in the elevator together and dammit i just want to jump your bones”

Ya boy Lucas

Warnings: mentions of sexual activity, swearing

Word Count: 1413

The day she moved in was the he lost his voice. It was as if he didn’t know how to function around her. It was stupid really; the muteness that came when she was around. But really, he just didn’t want to say something stupid (or drool) in front of her.

She was that girl that was everything. Some days she would come out of her apartment in hello kitty slippers to go down to the mail boxes and others she would be returning to her home in a dress she had left in the night before. Usually he would see her with her hair up and out of her face, dressed in casual attire, sometimes with her glasses on. Either way, she was something he never experienced before. And as much as that fact excited him, it made him twice as nervous.

That didn’t stop him from thinking about her all the time though. She was pretty and she always said hello whenever she saw him in the hallways outside of their apartments. He could tell she was a student from all the books she carried all the time and he could tell she worked at the restaurant down the street when he saw her in her uniform (plus he goes there sometimes when she just so happens to be working so he can see her rush around a little with a pen that’s always stuck behind her ear).

And though he’d never admit it out loud to anyone, he’d caught himself moaning her name once or twice during his alone time in the shower or late nights in his bed. He would pull himself out of his own day dream when he realized just how much he was thinking about her lips and what her bare skin would feel like against his.

She’d spoken all of two sentences to him as well as a handful of hellos and he was completely infatuated with her. He tried not to stare at her when he saw her picking up her mail or when they would leave their apartments at the same time. His worst fear was coming off as creepy. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her off before he’d managed to find the balls to actually strike up a conversation with her.

Today was like any other day for him. He was coming home from the library where he’d gathered some new books for reading. It was a little overcast but the chance of rain was low so he enjoyed to cool air by walking back to his apartment rather taking the bus. Today was just like any other day. Until he’d gotten back to the building complex, that is.

He stepped into the elevator, punching the number that symbolized his floor. He heard footsteps and a voice shouting ‘hold the door!’ so he did.

And in steps her. He almost drops his books when he sees her come panting into the elevator.

For Christ’s sake Lucas it’s only an elevator ride; pull yourself together. He thought to himself. He stared straight ahead trying to come up with something to say.

“Hey, wh-“ He stopped when the elevator came screeching to a halt. The lights flickered for a moment and then everything was still.

There were a few moments of silence before he spoke up. “The elevator stopped.” He wanted to slam his head into a wall. No shit the elevator stopped, you moron.

She turned to him but instead of pointing out the obviousness of his comment she just smiled. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you speak a sentence.”

Luke looked at her surprised.

She giggled at his expression. “I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just that you don’t seem to talk very much.”

Luke blushed and scratched at the back of his neck. “Yeah, well. I guess I just never have anything interesting to say.” He shrugged, trying to seem casual.

She gazed at him. “What you think is interesting and what I think is interesting could very well be different things.” She commented.

He stood awestruck. She spoke simply but every sentence had him pulling closer to her. He thought she was amazing.

“I guess that’s true.” He nodded and shifted his weight. The elevator still wasn’t moving.

“What are you reading?” She asked, eyeing his book bag.

He looked down at the bag he was carrying and glanced at the front of the books. “Nothing much really. Its some stuff about human psychology and a couple of novels that my friends suggested.”

“Psychology? Are you writing a paper or something?” She questioned.

Luke blushed again. “No uh, I just. Well I actually just like reading about it.” He looked down at his converse-clad feet and chuckled, embarrassed.

“That’s fantastic!” She proclaimed with a grin. “Reading about it because you want to. You don’t find many of those types of people anymore. You know I’ve got a few books on psychology if you’d like to read them. I find it pretty interesting myself.”

Luke didn’t know what to say. He had been silently watching this girl since she moved in two months ago and now she’s offering him books.

“Y-yeah! That would be really nice. Thank you.” He smiled.

They sat on the floor of the elevator for the next hour, chatting away about random subjects. Neither of them really comprehended that being stuck in the elevator was a problem until she got a call from the building management claiming they would have them out soon.

But Luke didn’t want to be let out. He was having a lovely time sitting here with this girl he’s wanted to get to know for a while.

Through the follow hours they were sitting there, he got to see her up close. He got to study the shape of her nose and the way her lips moved when she spoke. His mind kept wandering to what she could do with her lips if she wanted. She noticed his eyes would glaze over every once in a while accompanied but his lips parting ever so slightly but she didn’t think much of it. She simply thought he got distracted easily and happily brought him back into the conversation.

It was around 4 o’clock in the afternoon when her stomach first started to growl. She blushed lightly and chuckled. “I guess I haven’t eaten much today.”

He nodded. “Well we did miss lunch.” He justified, squinting at his watch. “I have an apple in my bag. If you want it, it’s yours.” He offered.

She stared at him for a moment, seemingly contemplating his offer before accepting it and biting into the apple.

Another twenty minutes went by before they felt a jolt and the elevator started moving again. They both let out a little ‘woo hoo’ as they stood.

“It took them long enough.” She muttered as they walked down the hallway toward their doors.

“I don’t know. I kind of enjoyed it.” He smirked a little and nudged her softly.

She grinned. “Yeah, if I were to be stuck in an elevator with anyone, I’m glad it was you.”

He chuckled lightly. “Same to you.”

She grinned at him, a hint of mischief in it. “Oh I know.” She said as she unlocked her door.

He raised an eyebrow. “What makes you so sure?” He licked his lips.

She took a few steps closer to him and stood on her toes to whisper into his ear. “I can hear you through the wall sometimes, you know.”

Luke’s cheeks flared up instantly and he broke eye contact. Of course this would happen to him. He always tried to keep his moans quiet but he guessed he didn’t do as good of a job as he thought.

She chuckled. “Don’t be so embarrassed Luke. Honestly, I’m surprised you don’t hear me too.”

“Wait, what?” He looked up instantly but she had already scampered into her apartment. He could hear her giggle from the hallway. He knocked on her door quickly. “Aw, come on that’s no fair!”

“Pick me up tomorrow night at seven o’clock for a date and maybe I’ll explain what I mean.” She shouted though the wood.

Luke shouted a confirmation back to her and turned towards his own apartment door. Stepping inside, he grinned excitedly. He wasn’t going to miss this date for anything.

If you would like me to change the pronouns to they/them or he/him I can. Please message me and I will post another one with different pronouns for you!  Xx