obviously this involves it being an American edition/season but that’s fine
all of the squad are contestants, as well as like, Doug Judy and a couple of others (maybe Figgis just for laughs idk)
Holt and Wuntch are the judges, Kevin and the Vulture are the presenters
Wuntch, weirdly, is the nice judge for the most part, cos it’s mainly just Holt she hates, Holt is the tougher judge that everyone wants a handshake off
they never agree on anything, coming to decisions is a NIGHTMARE which is how Kevin and the Vulture are unofficial judges behind the scenes
the Vulture is his usual awful self, slaps Jake’s ass off camera a lot, genuinely makes him really uncomfortable until Gina and Rosa notice at one point and threaten him until he agrees to stop
Kevin is the presenter who goes around and reassures people when they are freaking out
also he and Holt met in a baking class back in the day which is part of the reason they love baking so much (they bake together all the time at home)
Jake is the baker who literally has no fucking clue how he actually made it in bc he has no idea what he’s doing but somehow he just has a Knack and it always turns out amazing (with the exception of a couple of True Disasters)
Amy comes from a long line of amazing bakers and is hella competitive, and super meticulous with her recipes and all instructions, means she Stresses during the technicals but she does know her shit and she just has to keep reminding herself that it’s like an exam where she has to learn in advance and remember
Rosa relies on family recipes, says she cares about them more than the actual family members who made them, also goes with her own gut feeling (usually involves putting alcohol in the food if she’s not sure what’s missing)
Gina learned how to bake via trial and error and general self-discovery during a year where she was forced to stay at home and take things easy after she got hit by a bus (also usually the one putting alcohol in her food)
Terry loves baking for his kids and his wife and they’re his biggest fans, all of his bakes are inspired by them/done with them in mind, he gets teary on the show a lot
Charles is still his Foodie self, so he gets Very Intense about it all and is the one that tries all the super weird flavours
Hitchcock and Scully applied together and everyone’s fairly sure they just got picked for the comic relief but then occasionally one of them will actually bake something really good??
Jake falls in love with Amy during a peanut brownie challenge while they flirt over peanuts, he makes heart eyes at her for the whole competition after that, occasionally gets so distracted by how beautiful/adorkable she’s being that he fucks his bakes up
Gina falls in love with Rosa after seeing her punching her bread dough, spends the whole rest of the competition trying to pick her up, it starts to take priority over the actual baking and Kevin has Noticed and is subtly trying to help her out
Jake and Gina have been besties since the auditions so they start trying to help each other get their girls
aaand let’s not forget Doug Judy
aka Jake’s ex-best friend from high school, they used to be the baking bros and use cupcakes to pick up girls
until one day they were going for the same girl, so they both made stuff to impress her, and she said she preferred Jake’s but then Doug took the credit for them, and took her to prom only to stand her up
Jake has never forgotten and never forgiven
hasn’t made cupcakes since, too painful, too traumatic
which really fucks him up when they get a cupcake challenge
seriously like imagine him trash talking Judy and then they announce “cupcakes!!” and he does his melodramatic NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
(you decide if he manages to nail it and beat Judy’s cupcakes yet again, or if he totally botches it bc nerves)
anyway at one point Jake gets the coveted Holt Handshake and he is so elated his entire life has just been made bc he has been watching the show for years and idolises him so much
Amy is the same and she is so horrifically jealous until Holt tries her food next and also gives her a handshake and then her and Jake just look at each other like “WHAAAT”
Jake comes over after and is so excited he just gives her this real big hug and it’s really Pure bc then he gets super embarrassed and awkward but she is like “oh no, he’s so cute, help I have been specifically Not Noticing That”
I have no idea who wins but Peraltiago and Dianetti and Holtzner are all in love and happy at the end
basically what I’m saying is can someone with the adequate baking and GBBO knowledge please write this AU I need it desperately
So as you guys might know my family and I have been house hunting and I have taken the liberty to make all the calls and what not for my mom because she barely understands phones and honestly she has enough on her plate buutttt oh my gawd multiple phone calls everyday with complete strangers is so exhausting and terrifying ahhhhhh
Watch Where You’re Going (Steve x Reader) High School!AU
Summary: You have an awkward first meeting when you have a (literal) run-in with the quiet but popular Steve Rogers in the halls of school one early morning. But things aren’t so bleak…
Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader
Warnings: Very awkward moments, fluff, half-nudity (nothing to worry about though, nothing important is revealed), muscly muscles, my awkward writing :)
Word Count: 2317 (holy jeez, this is a long one shot… I just can’t help it!)
A/N: This is hopefully some entertainment between installments of Best Boyfriend You’ve Never Had. I promise I’m working on ch. 4 and it’ll be up ASAP! So sorry for the wait! Please enjoy!
*not my gif; credit to the rightful owner*
You stepped off the
bus, calling out a quiet thank you to
the bus driver over your shoulder. You adjusted the straps on your backpack,
walking up the stairs to the front door of your school. You opened the door,
holding it open for the student behind you. You didn’t look over your shoulder
to see who it was, but you did hear a voice mutter out a thanks as you let go
of the door and continued on your way. You walked down the halls, weaving
through throngs of students standing around in the hall by friends’ lockers,
chattering before the day began.
(for the requests) Ok this is gonna be the weirdest thing ever, so just do it if you like xD. So imagine a garden!Hide AU, what if you draw Hide and Rize as little kids in the Garden? (Furuta too if you like)
Warnings: major fluff and dorky peter feels. Potential IT spoiler? (but not really) A curse word here and there -nothing new.
Requested by @imaginesyes : Hi :) I just loved your “Just One Video” series and literally waiting for part 3. Also I have a request if you don’t mind :) Can you write a first date imagine with peter being ablushing and stuttering mess? I would really like that so thnx if you do it <33
A/N: First of all, thank you! Second of all, thank you!! Lol, this was such a cute idea I’m so proud of it; I hope you enjoy!
word count: 5k (is this long for a one shot? probably)
I was walking down the hall when I saw the poster.
After Liz Allen left Midtown in the beginning of the school year, the Academic Decathlon team was looking for a new member to replace her spot. Given my excellent GPA and grades, not to mention my love for trivia and competition, I decided to try my luck and apply. This would’ve been a great way to meet new friends anyway, I hope. See, I had classmates I talked to, but no one I could really call a friend. That changed when I heard back from the Decathlon team; they’d accepted my application. For the next few months, it was safe to say that I had found a friend in Michelle, Ned, and Peter.
Peter freaking Parker.
The thing about Peter Parker was that you couldn’t just be his friend. No. Once you get to know him, well, it’s hard to not fall in love with him. Or, as close to love as I understand. All I know is that I want him to be in my life for as long as possible: as a friend, or more than a friend. Preferably the second option, but that’s just me hopelessly praying.
“With you staring at him like that, I’m surprised he hasn’t caught on,” Michelle muttered.
I snapped out of my daze, and smacked MJ’s arm, “I do not stare.” Michelle gave me a dead-panned look and I sighed. “I just wanted to see if he was getting fries today. They’re pretty good,” I said, focusing on my tray of food instead.
Peter and Ned were in the lunch line, and MJ and I were sat at our table waiting for them. I picked at my food while MJ sat reading one of her books.
Michelle chuckled, “Yeah. Okay. Why don’t you just ask him out? You know, break those gender roles.”
I scoffed, “I’m all for that, but, in case you haven’t noticed -I’m a chicken.”
“And in case you haven’t noticed, Parker is too. He clearly has a thing for you. Anyone with eyes could see that,” she said stealing a fry, “and anyone without eyes could see it too.”
I scoffed in disbelief, “Sure he does.”
Michelle rolled her eyes, “You’ll see.”
I turned to look at her, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means, you’ll see that I’m right -as usual,” she shrugged, continuing to read.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I said, narrowing my eyes.
“Sup losers,” MJ called, not looking up from her book.
Furrowing my brows in confusion, I looked around to see who she was talking to. And there in front of our table was Ned and Peter. Ned greeted me with a warm smile and Peter -Peter looked like he was about to present in front of the class.
“Why do you still call us losers?” Ned asked, taking a seat.
MJ shrugged and said, “Can’t change much in 3 months.”
I laughed, but then noticed that Peter was still standing up, just staring. “You okay, Pete?” I asked, looking up at him.
“H-Hi,” he said, finally sitting down.
“Hi?” I said, laughing slightly at his awkwardness. It was cute, so I smiled nonetheless.
“Oh god,” I heard MJ whisper to herself. She looked up when she realized she said that out loud. “This part in the book just got really awkward and pathetic, so,” she said, motioning to the book.
Peter gave her a look, but then turned to me. “To answer your question, I’m great, just um, thinking about the quiz next period,” he said, chewing on his food.
“Yeah, Peter’s been worried about this quiz all day; I’m telling him he shouldn’t worry and will be glad to just get it over with,” Ned added.
“Please,” MJ muttered. Looking up once again, she said “the book.”
“The quiz can’t be that bad,” I tried to reassure him.
“Oh, it’s not,” Ned said. “Peter just worries about everything going wrong, when I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he said, looking at Peter as he emphasized the last part.
“I mean, I hope it goes well. I’ve uh, I’ve been practicing,” his eyes widened, “I mean studying -I’ve been studying.”
Ned stifled a laugh, “Been studying for a while, haven’t you Peter?”
“Shut up Ned,” Peter mumbled, turning red.
“I’m sure your studying will pay off,” I said, offering him a small smile.
Peter smiled back and I had to look away before I started blushing.
His face is just so cute
Ned cleared his throat, “You know what? I forgot something in my locker, I should go get it before lunch ends.”
We all looked at Ned, and I spoke up, “You just got here.”
“Did I? I didn’t even notice,” he said, trying to laugh it off.
“Lunch isn’t over for another 15 minutes, you don’t have to leave right now,” I said, confused.
“15 minutes?” Michelle exclaimed. “Ah, well, better start walking now. There’s probably a huge crowd in the hall or something. I’ll go with you -I need to return this book to the library anyway, it’s not a good read.” MJ got up from the lunch table and started shoving Ned to walk. “C’mon,” she said.
“What? Ned!” Peter cried, looking desperately at his friend. “MJ?”
Ned glimpsed back and gave Peter a thumbs up, “Good luck on the quiz!”
“Lord knows you’ll need it,” MJ mumbled.
Peter looked at their forms retreat, and I shuffled in my seat. We’ve never really been alone before. Deciding to break the silence, I asked, “Um, how much is your quiz even worth?”
Peter looked at me, his brown eyes piercing my own. “Everything,” he softly whispered.
I scrunched up my face, “Everything? A quiz can’t be worth that much, I mean, it’s not like it’s a test.”
“I think it’s worth more than that,” he said, propping his chin up with his fist.
“More than a test?” I laughed in disbelief. “I doubt that.” I looked down at my food, and continued to eat. I was conscious enough to make sure I didn’t look like a complete pig while eating; I was very much aware that Peter was still looking at me.
“Um, Y/N?” Peter hesitantly asked.
“Mmhmm?” I asked, taking a sip of water.
“There’s no quiz next period,” he confessed.
“There isn’t?” I asked, setting down my bottle. “Then what has you so worried?”
“Uh, I wanted to ask you,” Peter paused, “something.” I gave him an expectant look so he continued, “I was hoping you and I could, um, go out? Together? Like, on a date or something.” Peter didn’t look at me directly, and I could see that he was blushing.
I was too.
“Oh,” I said, stunned.
Oh my god
“Bu-but you don’t have to! If you don’t want to!” Peter quickly added. “I-it’s cool, I understand. We could just forget that this-”
I cut him off, “No!” Realizing I said that a little too loud, I lowered my voice. “No -I mean, not ‘No’. I meant yes! I’d -I would love to go on a date. With you. Together,” I stumbled.
“You would?” Peter breathed.
“Of course,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear, trying to hide my smile.
“Cool,” he smiled.
I chuckled nervously, “Cool.”
“So, um, when are you free?” He asked, finally meeting my eyes.
“Always,” I said too quickly. “I mean, I’d have to check my schedule, but, I’m available any day. Most likely”
Smooth, Y/N, smooth
Peter smiled, “Th-that’s great! How about we go out…tomorrow?” He looked nervous all over again. “Or is that too soon?”
“No, it’s great! It’s not too soon at all,” I said, trying not to seem too eager. “Um, did you have anything in mind?”
“I was thinking we could go old school and watch a movie -maybe eat afterwards,” he said, grinning. “Or eat before, if you want. Or not eat at all. Uh, you know what? We could do something else actually. This seemed like a good idea in my head, but it sounds kinda lame now that I’m saying this out loud and-”
“It’s not lame, it’s perfect,” I smiled. “I love going to the movies. And eating.”
Peter looked relieved, “Really? That’s great! Cause there’s this new movie that comes out tomorrow, and it looks sick.”
“IT,” he replied, with a gleam in his eyes.
“The one with the clown?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, sounding excited.
“I’m down -since I’m not watching IT alone,” I chuckled at my joke.
“Oh my god,” he replied, rolling his eyes. Nonetheless, he let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Dinner and a movie is fun, right? It’s not too dumb?” He then asked, some doubt in his voice.
“Seriously Peter, I’m looking forward to IT,” I said, reaching across the table to put my hand over his.
“I can’t wait to hear more of your lame puns tomorrow night,” he grinned, looking at our hands with a faint smile. “I want our first date to be perfect,” he murmured. My heart fluttered at his words and at how sweet he was being. I blushed when he turned his hand over to hold mine, softly running his thumb on the back of my hand. The bell decided it was a good time to ring, so Peter and I pulled back. He cleared his throat and we both got up to throw away our food.
“Um, so, what time should I, uh, pick you up?” He asked shyly.
“Oh, you don’t have to come get me, I live so far from you,” I protested.
“It’s, like, a rule of first dates that I can’t break, Y/N,” Peter countered. “I want to do this right, so let me be a gentleman.”
“Fine,” I said, fighting a smile. “Is there a show time around 7?”
“There’s one at 7:45, so, I can come get you at 7? Is that okay?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I smiled.
“Cool,” he smiled back. “I guess I should start walking to class now,” he said, seeing how we had to go opposite ways.
“I guess you should,” I jokingly said, “you don’t want to miss your quiz.”
“What quiz?” Peter said, looking panicked for a moment. “Oh,” he said, realization dawning upon him, “right. The 'quiz’. Very funny, Y/N.”
I put on a huge smile for him to see and said, “It’s too funny to tease you.”
Peter let out a breathless chuckle and then quickly leaned in to kiss my cheek. If I hadn’t felt it, I would’ve thought that I imagined it. His movements were quick and short, but still sweet.
When he pulled back, he looked flustered and I mirrored his expression. “W-was that okay?” He whispered, sounding nervous.
“Um, yeah -more than okay. With me,” I mumbled.
Peter offered a small smile and slowly started to walk away. “Okay, I’ll -I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After collecting myself, I called back, “Don’t be late Parker!”
“I won’t!” He said, turning to me as he walked, bumping into some students. “Sorry,” he mumbled, as he went.
I let out a chuckle and shook my head.
I can’t wait for tomorrow
“Is this one okay?” I asked, twirling in front of my webcam.
“Yeah,” MJ replied.
“You know I can see you, right? You’re not even looking at the screen!” I exasperated.
I was currently web-chatting MJ, and she was supposed to be helping me choose an outfit for my date with Peter today. Key words: supposed to.
I heard MJ sigh, but then look at me through the screen. “Everything looks great on you, Y/N. Peter’s seen you in hoodies and sneakers all the time -he’ll swoon at anything you wear.”
I smiled at Michelle’s compliment, and looked down at my choices again.
“Pick the grey sweatshirt with the black jeans and boots. Not the ones with heels though, you don’t wanna over do it. Oh, add a necklace and you’re all set.” She said.
“Hair up or down?” I asked, gathering the clothes she suggested.
“Down,” she confirmed.
“You’re a life saver,” I sighed.
“I know,” she shrugged, smirking a bit.
“I gotta get ready, I’ll tell you how it goes!” I said, sitting back down to sign off.
“Please don’t,” she sighed.
“Oh c'mon, you know you wanna hear about it,” I said, teasingly.
“Do I really?” She asked rhetorically.
“I’ll save it for Monday,” I replied.
“What kind of mercy is that,” MJ muttered.
“Bye Michelle,” I said smiling.
She put the peace sign up, then hung up. I have three hours until Peter shows up -just enough time for me to get ready.
At 6:55, I was rushing around my house to make sure I had everything. Truth be told, I was pretty sure I had everything that I needed -given that I was ready to leave 20 minutes ago.
“Please sit down, you’re giving me a headache,” my mom sighed from the couch.
“Mom, I just want to make-”
“'Make sure you have everything’ yes, I’ve heard it for the past half hour,” she finished for me, giving me a teasing smile.
I sheepishly looked at her. “I’m just nervous.”
My mom’s eyes softened. “It’s your first date, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, he’s your friend, right?”
“Yes, so, please don’t embarrass me when he gets here.” I sighed, taking a seat next to her.
“If I don’t embarrass my daughter, then who will?” She joked.
“I’m perfectly capable of doing that all on my own,” I muttered.
My mom let out a laugh, “Sweetheart, just be glad that your father’s not home right now to greet him.”
“Oh I’m extremely glad, if Dad was here, he’d threaten Peter with-” I was cut off by the door bell ringing. I gasped, “Oh my god, he’s here!” I sprang up from the couch. “Mom! He’s here!” I whisper-yelled.
My mom glanced to the clock, “I’m aware. He’s very punctual. I swear that it just turned 7.”
I sped walked to the door and had my hand hovering over the door knob. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked it, and pulled it open.
The butterflies in my stomach only grew when I saw Peter in front of me. He was about to knock instead, but put his hand down when he saw me. “Oh,” he chuckled. Then he looked at me, blushing with a smile. “Y-you look beautiful, Y/N.”
I could feel how red my face turned, so I looked down at Peter’s outfit instead, smiling shyly. He was wearing his grey hoodie with a blue button-up shirt underneath. His dark jeans and shoes made him look so hot -what the hell. Mustering a reply, I said, “You do too.” My eyes widened when I realized what I said. “I meant handsome. You look handsome. Not beautiful. I mean, you’re beautiful too. You’re both.” I chuckled nervously.
“Th-thanks Y/N,” he said, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
“Are those for me?” I asked, pointing to the bouquet of flowers.
In turn, Peter seemed like he barely remembered what he was holding. “Oh! Yeah! Yes! Here,” he said, handing them to me.
I smiled even wider at his gesture, “This is so sweet, thank you Peter.” Practically melting on the spot, I caressed the bouquet and continued, “I’m surprised you made it right on time.”
“Well, I actually got here at 6:50 but I just, sorta, stood outside your door until it was 7,” he sheepishly admitted, blushing profusely.
“Peter,” I lightly laughed, “are you serious?”
“Y/N? Are you just going to flirt or are you going to let me meet him?” My mom called from the living room.
Now my face was red -for a whole other reason. “Mom!” I exclaimed, turning around to give her a look of complete horror.
She stood up and headed towards me, “Oh, he got you flowers! How sweet,” she cooed.
“Mom!” I exasperated, embarrassed. I stepped aside and opened the door wider when my mom came by my side.
Ignoring me, my mom greeted Peter. “And this young man must be Peter!”
Peter looked like he was going to shit his pants. Nervously offering his hand, he said, “Nice to finally meet you Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m Peter Parker.”
My mom raised her brows at his manners, “Y/N didn’t tell me she was going on a date with a gentleman.” She gladly shook his hand, and Peter looked shy.
“I promised my aunt that I’d never disrespect a woman,” he admitted, pulling his hand back.
“Well I hope you plan to keep that promise tonight young man,” my mom smiled, with a serious look in her eyes.
“Oh my god mom,” I cried, horrified at what she was suggesting.
“D-don’t worry mam, I fully intend to,” Peter replied, offering a small smile.
Before my mom could reply, I butt in. “Mom, we’ll be late for the movie. Can you put the flowers in a vase for me? Thanks!” I gave the flowers to my mom and starting heading out the door, lightly tugging on Peter’s arm.
“Be safe! Call me if anything happens! I want her home by midnight!” My mom called from the door as we walked down my drive-way.
I gave my mom a thumbs up and she stayed at the door until we got close enough to Peter’s car. “God, I am so sorry about that,” I muttered.
Peter replied with a chuckle, “Don’t be -I don’t think that went too bad, right?”
“Sure,” I laughed.
Peter was about to open the door, but he paused to look at me. “My aunt May is going to drive us to the theater, and I am so sorry in advance for whatever she says during the ride,” he rushed, whispering slightly.
“It’ll be fine, Peter,” I whispered back. “Can’t be any worse than my mom’s comments.”
“You’d be surprised,” he mumbled, opening the door for me. I thanked him and he got in after me. I was immediately greeted by a woman in the front seat.
“Y/N! It’s so good to finally meet you! I’m Peter’s aunt, May. He’s talked so much about you-”
Peter cut her off, clearing his throat, “Aunt May.” He gave a look, but Aunt May kept talking.
“He didn’t exaggerate when he said you were gorgeous!” At that moment, Peter nearly choked on his spit. “Oh right. Peter doesn’t want me to 'embarrass’ him -and I’m not! I’m just making conversation,” she replied, rolling her eyes.
I giggled, “It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Parker.”
“Oh, ’Mrs. Parker.’ That’s so fancy, I like her,” Aunt May said to Peter.
I merely blushed and Peter decided to speak up, “I think we should start leaving. We don’t wanna get caught in traffic, you know.”
“Okay okay,” Aunt May sighed, starting the car. “Pretend I’m not here. I’m just an Uber driver.”
“May!” Peter cried.
“Lyft?” She suggested. I laughed at their banter and Peter replied by giving her another look. “Fine, I got it. I can take a hint,” she teased.
“I’m sorry about that,” Peter leaned in to whisper to me.
I got goosebumps at his close proximity, his voice so close to my ear, sending chills down my neck. “It’s okay Peter, I really like your aunt,” I whispered back.
He smiled back and looked down at his hands. He fumbled with his hands, and I looked out the window. Peter did too, and we sat in an uncomfortable silence. I decided to look at Peter and strike up a conversation. Though, I think he had the same idea in mind. We both started to say something but laughed when we spoke at the same time.
“You go first,” he suggested.
Normally I’d suggest Peter go first as well, but I knew that he would pull the I’m a gentleman card and refuse my offer. “I was just gunna say that I’m excited about the movie.”
“I am too, it actually looks scary. Have you seen the original?” He asked.
“No, but after this one, I want to watch it,” I replied.
“Me too! Maybe we can watch it together?” He shyly suggested.
I could hear Aunt May hold back a laugh from the front seat at Peter’s shy demeanor. He glared at her threw the rear-view mirror.
“I’d love that,” I grinned.
We continued the small talk for the rest of the ride, getting back to our friendly-selves.
Once we got the the theater, Peter insisted he go around to open my door for me again. When he was out of the car, I told Aunt May, “Your nephew is the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.”
Aunt May practically gushed, “I know, oh, I’m so proud of him! You seem like such a nice girl, take care of him for me, okay?”
“I will,” I said as Peter opened the door.
He gave a mock bow, “The ball awaits.”
I rolled my eyes and chuckled anyway. “Thanks Sir Peter.”
Getting out of the car, we made our way towards the entrance. Half way there, Aunt May rolled down the window and called out to Peter. We stopped walking and Peter said a quick “Wait here,” while he jogged back to the car. He leaned down to talk to his aunt. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I saw that Peter kept nodding. He waved goodbye and I did as well as Peter came back to me.
“Sorry about that,” he breathed.
“It’s cool, we still have enough time before the movie starts,” I shrugged.
“I’ll go buy us the tickets,” he said, opening the door for me when we got to the front.
“You won’t accept my money tonight, will you Sir Peter?” I teased.
“Nope,” he said grinning.
This theater didn’t check for ID, so Peter easily got tickets to an R-rated movie. We went inside and Peter bought popcorn and soda to share -much to my dismay, he payed for it all.
“Y/N, relax,” he chuckled at my expression.
“That was almost fifteen bucks,” I gaped. “Do they butter their popcorn with liquid gold or something?”
He let out a laugh. “I have enough money for tonight, don’t even worry about it,” he tried to reassure me as we made our way to find some seats.
“At least let me buy one thing tonight. My conscious is killing me,” I pleaded.
Peter sighed, but knew me too well to deny me this. “One thing. But, it can’t be too expensive.”
I smiled in triumph and we took our seats. Since this theater is a bit smaller, not a lot of people came to this one. They were probably at the one downtown -which was fine by me. I didn’t like huge crowds.
Peter and I quietly talked until the trailers started. We geeked out over our mutual love for films and it was an over-all fun time. When the movie finally started, I scoot closer to Peter, knowing that I was going to get scared at some parts. I needed comfort, okay? In the beginning of the film, something shocking happened out of no where, so I audibly gasped and hid my face in Peter’s shoulder. He flinched, surprised at my sudden movement. Then, he lifted his arm and wrapped it around me.
“You good?” He whispered.
“He just died,” I gaped.
“I know,” he whispered back. “Look away, I’ll be your shield.”
I smiled to myself and kept watching.
Peter was possibly the best person to see a movie with. Whenever I couldn’t stand the suspense, he held me closer. He whispered some funny comments, and I did as well. Having him quietly laugh in my ear was like music to my ears. I couldn’t tell if I got chills from the movie, or from how close Peter was to me. Not to mention how good his cologne smelled. Though, the movie was already funny in itself. Peter and I were dying of laughter.
“Omg, Finn by far had the best character,” I said walking out of the theater.
“Richie definitely had the best lines,” Peter agreed. “Eddie was my favorite though.”
We talked more about the movie, walking down the street towards a pizzeria. Peter’s hand brushed against mine and I blushed when he held it. He looked down at me and smiled. Offering him one back, we went to go eat. This time, Peter let me buy the drinks -which was something at least. We sat down at a table and talked like we normally would -this time it was for two hours. I’ve never had such a long one-on-one conversation with him and I loved it; it felt so natural to be around Peter, so the conversation flowed easily.
The only awkward part was when it was time to leave. His aunt was coming to pick us up, so Peter and I realized we had little time left for our date.
“Do you wanna wait outside?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
We started walking back towards the theater to wait outside of it. Peter grabbed my hand -more confidently this time -and I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Peter stopped walking midway to the theater.
“Hey,” he said, getting my attention. “We don’t, um, have much time left tonight. And before we’re around my aunt and your mom, I wanted to, uh, sort of ask you something. Without them watching,” he nervously chuckled.
“Um, yeah, okay,” I said, looking up at him.
“I don’t,” he softly laughed, “I don’t know how to casually bring this up. I suck at this.”
“If it makes you feel better, I’ve never done this before,” I added.
“You’ve never been on a date?” He asked incredulously.
I slightly laughed, “No.”
Peter held both of my hands and interlocked them as he talked, fully facing me. “How is that -how is that possible? I mean, you- you’re perfect. You’re so pretty and funny and smart -how has no one asked you out on a date before?”
I smiled and blushed at his compliments. “I don’t know,” I said shyly, “boys just don’t like me like that.”
Peter scoffed, “That’s ridiculous. Any guy would be dumb to not like you.”
“Stop,” I said, laughing lightly. I looked away to hide the pink tint in my cheeks.
All these compliments are making my head spin.
“What?” He grinned back. He took my chin in his hand and made me look at him. “How do you not realize this?” He softly whispered, looking me in my eyes. I held my breath and looked back at him. He moved his hand and cupped the back of my neck instead, his other hand lightly touching my waist.
“I-is this okay?” He asked.
I simply nodded, too nervous to say anything.
“Have you ever been kissed?” He murmured, looking at my lips. He moved his hand from my waist to the small of my back.
“Does preschool count?” I whispered, stepping impossibly closer.
He smiled and nodded his head no.
“Then no,” I replied, putting my hands on his shoulders.
“Me too.” He whispered. “Can I kiss you?” he asked finally.
I nodded my head yes and fluttered my eyes closed when our lips met. I wasn’t too sure what I was doing, but I matched Peter’s movements. His lips were really soft and felt so natural against my own. He pressed me further against him and I held back a moan. We kept kissing until we had to take a breath. He slowly pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.
“Are you sure you haven’t done that before?” He asked breathlessly.
“I could say the same for you,” I gasped lightly.
I couldn’t hold back my smile when Peter said, “We should definitely do this again.”
“Kiss? Or go on a date?” I asked.
“Both,” he replied. He gave me a short peck and then said, “it’ll be easier if you were my girlfriend though.”
I pulled back to look at his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the end of his curls. “Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?”
“Yes?” He said, unsure. “I mean, originally, I had this whole thing planned out but-”
I cut him off with a short kiss. “Yes,” I said eagerly.
Peter looked flustered, and said, “Really?”
“Do I really need to repeat myself Peter?” I teased.
“Maybe just the kiss part. I didn’t quite get that,” he said cheekily.
I rolled my eyes playfully when Peter’s phone dinged. He pulled away from me and checked it. “Shit, Aunt May’s outside the theater waiting for us.” Peter quickly stole a kiss. “One for the road.”
I merely blushed and tucked my hair behind my ear.
I can get used to this
He held my hand again and we walked back to May’s car. On the car ride back, we talked about the movie to May, getting excited as we retold the best scenes. He held my hand the whole car ride, even if it got sweaty after a while.
Once we got to my house, and Peter did his gentleman routine, I said goodbye to his aunt. Peter walked me to my door, and before I opened it, I decided to take advantage of the fact that my parents weren’t aware I was home yet.
I whispered softly, “This was one of the best nights of my life.”
Peter looked so happy, yet shocked, “Re-really? One of the best?”
I giggled quietly at his excitement. “Yes, definitely one of the best.”
Peter smiled and said, “I’ll text you later okay?”
“Okay,” I said, nodding my head.
The porch light above us turned on, so I quickly gave Peter a hug. “Bye, Peter!”
He hugged back and kissed my cheek when he pulled away, quickly whispering back, “Bye Y/N.”
He walked away and made it to the car before my door opened to show my dad standing there.
“Damn, did I miss him?” My dad asked, looking around.
“Yup, sorry Dad. Maybe you’ll meet him some other time,” I shrugged, walking inside.
“You can tell us all about the movie tomorrow. Go to sleep,” My dad said, ruffling my hair.
I swatted at his hand and laughed, “Yeah okay.”
I went to my room and got ready for bed. When I checked my phone, I saw that Peter had texted me.
As far as murder, Chekov wasn’t really sure he was ever going to have to face that in his Starfleet career.
Yet, there he was, being blown out of his seat and grabbed by a scary alien creature that he’d never even seen before. He was glad he had at least served well for his short career, even if his time to go was appearing to be on a short mission. Go to the Dulari system, they said. It would be easy, they said.
Well, it was clearly not easy, because now he had a Dularite pointing a phaser at his face and rambling something hostile.
Chekov’s emotions were ranging somewhere between relieved, terrified, and confused when you appeared with a discarded, stolen bat’leth. He had shared a training block with you at the Academy, but he still felt his heart do a little leap of pride as he watched you execute your (quote-unquote) favorite elbow smash and leg sweep to neutralize his attacker.
You gracefully leaned on the bat’leth when you assessed that the danger had passed, “You alright there, sunshine?”
The navigator sat there for a moment, wondering how to thank a skillful war goddess for saving his life.
“…I-I am much better now that you are here,” he blushed, correcting himself, “since you saved my life and everything, of course.”
“I’ll be glad myself if you can tell me how soon reinforcements are coming to pick us all up,” you grinned.
If that was all it took to impress you, Chekov would monitor the arrival times of any ship you asked for.
“You’re wrong on this Y/N. He’s definitely still dreaming.”
You sighed again. Four hours on the plane with Spencer and the test of the team, the best part of those four hours arguing with Reid about a sodding film.
“Spencer, can we not just agree to disagree here. Please?” You’d had enough.
“No because I’m right. The totem doesn’t wobble. I’ve just watched it ten times. He’s still dreaming.”
“Spencer, it’s meant to be ambiguous. Why do you think it ends right after the slight wobble? To keep us guessing.”
“There is no wobble.”
Geez, he really hated being disagreed with. Normally, you’d have to agree with him because normally he was right. But this was one of your favourite films that he was talking about, a film you’d watched forty seven times. A film you’d spent an alarming amount of time reading up about after you’d first watched it.
You looked around at the rest of the team who’d been watching you, arguing back and forward. “Guys…Help, please?"
JJ leant forward in her seat, "Show me the clip.”
Spencer reset the clip, JJ leaning in to get a better view of the laptop screen. She replayed it once more when it had finished.
“Spence, it wobbles,” she declared, sitting back in her seat.
He glared at her. “Well you would agree with Y/N wouldn’t you. Girl power and all that.”
JJ raised her eyebrows at Reid. “How many times do I agree with you Spence? You might be a genius but you’re not right all of the time. I agree with Y/N. It’s meant to be ambiguous, and I see the wobble.”
The rest of the team gathered around his screen ready to cast their opinions on the matter. He replayed the clip again.
“I dunno Y/N, I don’t see it. I’m with the boy wonder here.” Prentiss sat back down, Spencer flashing a grin at her.
“Sorry kid, I see it. I’m with the pretty lady.” Morgan punched his shoulder lightly, Reid rubbing his arm at the contact.
Agent Rossi asked for the clip to be played for a third time, before sitting back down in his seat as the plane started it’s descent.
“Well?” Spencer asked him.
“I’m thinking about it.”
Fifteen minutes later, he asked to watch it once more, Reid handing the laptop over to him. Rossi studied the screen once more, as the plane touched down.
“I don’t see it. I think he’s still dreaming.”
You were two for two now and there was no way Spencer was going to let that happen.
Spencer turned to his supervisor who was sat beside him. “Hotch, what do you think?"
"No,” The older Agent replied.
“See, he agrees with me. I’m right,” he smirked at you, gloating.
“I’m not agreeing with you Dr Reid, I’m saying no to taking part in this discussion. I’m tired and just want to get off the jet and go home. You’ve rambled on about it for the last few hours. Just agree to disagree. If I hear anymore on the matter, I’ll give you a formal warning.”
“You can’t do that, we’re having a discussion about a film not a case.” Spencer’s tone was one of a child that was being told off.
“I can and I will. You’re having this discussion on the BAU’s time. And Agent Y/N has already asked you to drop the subject once. She may choose to say that you’re harassing her.”
Haha, you liked that.
Spencer shut his mouth and turned away from his boss. Aaron Hotchner caught your eye giving you a quick smile to let you know he was joking.
The jet rolled into the hanger coming to a stop a few moments later. You all stood, gathering your belongings and starting to make your way to the exit door.
Spencer was stood behind you, sulking at being told off. You heard him mutter under his breath.
“I still say he’s dreaming.”
“Oh for the love of God!” You spun around to face him, putting your hands out on his chest to stop him walking into you. “Did you not hear Hotch? Shut the hell up already! You may a genius, but you are not always right. For once, either let someone else have an opinion or agree to fucking disagree.”
His eyes were watching your mouth as you continued on your rant.
“The director himself has said the ending is up for debate, it’s meant to make the viewers question what they’ve just watched. It’s meant to make you go home and think about it. Some people see the wobble, some people don’t. But until the director or writer confirm it either way, just accept that you are neither ri……. ”
You would have continued but a pair of lips were suddenly on yours.
The very lips of the man you’d just been yelling at to be precise.
And they felt nice. Soft. They moved, applying pressure against yours, a hand snaking out around your waist. You started to match them, your lips parting slightly.
Just when you felt the tip of a moist tongue slip between your lips you heard cheering and clapping.
“Way to go pretty boy! Didn’t know you had it in ya!”
You pulled away suddenly remembering where you were, your cheeks flushing red.
Spencer’s own face was flushed as he opened his mouth, closing it again seconds later as he struggled to think of what to say.
“What the hell Reid?” you chuckled at him, you were shocked but pleasantly surprised.
“Erm…. I don’t really know what came over me Y/N. Fuck, I’m so sorry.“ He looked sheepish, awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets.
The rest of time team started to exit the plane, Morgan and Prentiss looking over their shoulders at you both as they did.
"If you wanted me to stop yelling, all you had to do was agree with me Spence. You didn’t have to stick your tongue in my mouth.”
“I….. Erm….. I…. Um…… Shit. Please don’t slap me! ” Oh he was so awkward and cute right now, you almost forgave him for the past four hours.
You started walking up the short aisle to the exit, turning around when you realised he wasn’t following you.
“Come on Spence. I’ll give you a ride home……Also if that’s how you stop me from getting angry at you, maybe I’ll have to yell at you more often…..just saying.” You grinned at him seeing his eyes light up as he started to follow you.
“Just next time you do that, maybe wait until we don’t have an audience. Okay.”
“Okay…..Do you….do you wanna yell at me now?”
You burst out laughing at him. “Let’s get away from the team first genius.”