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@spiritadams
#𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑺 is a highly-selective, independent & semi-canon rp blog for 𝑰𝑴𝑶𝑮𝑬𝑵 𝑨𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑺 of hbomax’s pretty little liars: original sin. 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑬 so proceed at your own risk. 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗬 𝗧𝗪 𝗙𝗢𝗥: smut, violence, murder, bullying, mentions of SA, suicide and so much more. if you are under the age of 18 𝑫𝑵𝑰.
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spiritroth:
“yeah?” he purrs against her neck, lips brushing against soft skin. the way her mouth opens in pleasure, her fingers digging into his jeans, drives him crazy. he wants to make her feel good, she’s so beautiful and perfect. the way she cries out when he fucks her faster makes him so hard that the stimulation from her rocking against him makes him moan. it feels so good that he’s at the edge of an orgasm, eyes glued to her sexy expression and the way his fingers slide in and out of her sopping cunt, so spread open for him. “your pussy is so hot,” he murmurs against her ear, out of breath as he finger fucks her as deep and fast as he can, his hand starting to cramp up. “i’m getting off just looking at you… i’m…” he lets out a soft cry as he rocks against her, cumming in his underwear as his fingers slide completely inside of her.
“fuck,” he hisses, lashes fluttering, feeling that wetness against his boxers, not allowing himself to stop finger fucking her as he rides out the orgasm. “that feels good,” he whines against her ear, allowing himself to rock his hips against her backside, feeling his dick slide through his own cum.
his other hand plays with her clit, fingers rolling across it as he bounces her against his lap, moaning softly. “please… i need you so bad. you’re so beautiful like this.” he can’t get enough of her, writhing on him with pleasure, that perfect belly and her adorable face. “let me be inside of you.”
"yeah...it feels so fucking good, i love the way you fuck me...and the way you make me feel. y-you make me feel beautiful even when i’m at my worst.” she breathes out, eyes fluttering as she fights to catch her breath, it’s hard to keep herself together, stay under control and not totally fall apart. “i’m so close please don’t stop.” imogen gasps. she couldn’t believe he was cumming, feeling the way he rolls his hips against her ass. she’d never fully see what he does, the way he seemingly thinks so highly of her but she will always appreciate it. she rolls her hips down against his for the added stimulation. his fingers don’t stop however, bringing her closer to the edge, kind of squirming under his touch as she lets out a choked moan. it’s dizzying, barely able to face herself in the mirror cause her eyes fall heavy. she reaches that edge finally, lips parting to let out a moan loud enough that it fills the room just before she finally feels it starting to leak from her cunt, almost splashing a little around his fingers. “o-oh my god.” she cries. she feels flushed, riding through the high as her breathes grow ragged. she opens her eyes again, seeing what a mess she looks, from the crying to the way her face is red now, kind of glowing a little. she blushes at his words cause he then says the opposite of what she sees and it’s strange because...she almost believes him. she bites down on her bottom lip, smiling weakly as another moan slips through. “p-please.” she purrs. “i want you to fuck me...please fuck me.”
spiritroth:
he lets his fingers trace her hole, dipping in just barely as his full lips press gently against her neck. “because i like doing this… listening to what’s on your mind while i spread your legs apart and touch you.” he sucks at her neck softly, lips pressed against damp skin and his tongue teasing her. “i did like claiming you and i’d do it again. and again…” his hand presses against her stomach as he rubs himself against her ass, breath short at how good it feels and how hot she looks in the reflection.
he meets her gaze in the mirror and hums in satisfaction, pressing a soft kiss to her neck as his fingers slowly slide into her cunt, slipping in so easily because of her slick. “you’re a good girl,” he murmurs into her ear, their eyes meeting through his reflection again as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of her. he can feel her wetness against the palm of his hand, both fingers filling her up. “look how sexy you are…” his touch moves across her belly, palm sliding across her skin until he’s between her legs, pressing his fingertips against her clit and letting their combined movements stimulate her. his other hand works at her hole, completely inside of her and curling his fingers a little to try and hit the right spot. “can you fall apart for me?” he lets his tongue trace her skin, pressing the tip to the crook of her neck and then dragging it upward, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he tastes her. his fingers pick up the pace, fucking her harder and faster, listening to how wet she sounds in the quiet of the room.
licking his lips, his dark eyes flicker back to the mirror to make sure she’s still watching. he starts to pull his fingers out of her, letting her see how soaked she is for him before he pushes them in again. “see how good you are?”
it makes her dizzy, breath going short as his finger teases her hole, mouth feeling warm against her skin and leaving goosebumps in it’s wake as she shivers under his touch and lets the moans fall out a lot louder and more needy than she had planned as his filthy words play in her mind. she’d come to him, feeling ugly and not liking the way her body looked due to this pregnancy, on the verge of tears as she sat in his lap but now the sting in her eyes is for a whole different reason cause his touch almost makes her want to cry in pleasure from how overwhelmingly perfect it is. there’s tightness in her throat when he looks at her, making eye contact with his lips against her skin as if she had the strength to handle how perfect he looked right now as he fucks her with his long fingers. her mouth falling open as she grips down a little more at his jeans. “f-fuck...baby that feels so good.” she whimpers a little, unable to think straight. when he calls her a good girl she’s pretty sure she could almost cum right then and there, a tense feeling inside of her as her moans grow louder. his question makes her smile a little, soft chuckle leaving her lips. “i don’t think that’s a request you need to ask from me right now..” she whimpers, chuckling softly biting down on her lower lip. she can hear her own wetness at this point, the feeling was almost too much as she lets out a loud cry when he starts to fuck her faster. “o-oh my god.” she’s watching him through the mirror, making all of this hotter as a shaky moan slips past her lips. it’s hard not to melt, it’s hard to keep her eyes from fluttering as she throws her head back against his shoulder doing her best to keep looking. she hates the loss when he pulls his fingers out of her, needing him so bad that she felt like she was going crazy when he shows her the mess she’s already made. “only for you..” she whispers, blushing shyly. “please...i need you so bad. i’ll keep being good...” imogen can feel the tears in her eyes burning with pleasure. “because i could cum right now.”
oral fixation gf n nice fingers bf
“You know what, mom?”
BAILEE MADISON as IMOGEN ADAMS in PLL: ORIGINAL SIN Chapter Four: The (Fe)Male Gaze
spiritroth:
he continues to massage her cunt with his fingers, rolling soft circles up and down as he presses his lips to her neck in another soft kiss. that pout is still on her cute face and he looks at her the whole time he touches her, kind of getting off on how perfect and beautiful she is. he can feel how hard he is just from rubbing her alone, fingers gently running along her dampening panties, hand slipped under her dress and between her spread thighs.
“if anything, i’m even more attracted to you than normal…” his fingers roll over her clothed clit, rubbing gently as he presses more kisses to the soft skin of her neck. “men are fucked up,” he says gently, his other hand grazing over her belly affectionately. “i can’t explain why they’d be unattracted to that because i personally don’t get it, but… i can promise you that’s not an issue here. i’m harder right now than i’ve ever been in my life.” he kisses her neck gently and slowly this time, wetting it with his saliva and swirling his tongue over it teasingly.
imogen shivers and curses in his arms and it only turns him on more, slightly rubbing against her to get himself off as a moan falls from his lips, muffled against her neck. “yeah… you’re so beautiful it’s kind of unrealistic.” he caresses her belly, other hand squeezing her pussy as he rubs it. “i didn’t say it was a question… i said i wanted people to know. they see you and know that i fucked you and you’re all mine.” his words are too possessive, his long fingers starting to push her panties aside, revealing her soaking cunt. he looks at her in the mirror as he dips them into her wet folds, just barely tracing her heat and starting to slide inside of her hole. “i won’t fuck you unless you look at how beautiful you are,” he purrs into her ear, nibbling at her earlobe again as his fingers gently slide in and out of her entrance, playing with it.
it’s kind of unfair, just how perfect he was and how easily he could make her melt just by a touch of his long fingers and dirty whispers in her ear but it wasn’t only that was it? it’s the fact that gabriel knew how to handle her shit so smoothly that to this day he even surprised her. in the year she’d known him and the months they’d been together all he’d ever done was take care of her both physically and emotionally. with everything going on and her seemingly many mental break downs you’d think she needs to be sedated but all it took for gabriel was sweet words, a pretty smile and a touch that drove her fucking crazy. she doesn’t know what to expect but it certainly wasn’t his next words. “more attracted?” she says almost as if it’s the most shocking thing in the world all while trying not to fall apart by the fact his touch was making her unbelievable wet already, panties not taking long to get soaked, clinging to her needy cunt as he rubs circles around the area. “o-h wow...” she breathes again, eyes fluttering a bit. she could feel his hardness, pressing just over her ass when her back was leaned up against him, all too noticeable because the jeans he wears aren’t enough to hide that tent forming. “how could you possibly be hard? all i’ve done is whine and cry about how big i feel.” she whimpers. imogen never thought she was ugly, she doesn’t even think she is now if she were thinking logically and not letting those baby hormones and just overall insanity that was being a teenage girl. but she never felt as beautiful until she met gabriel...it wasn’t just in the way he spoke but he actually looked at her like it too. she almost wishes she could see herself through his big beautiful eyes and understand what he means when he says she’s so perfect. one hand on her stomach and the other on her cunt, making her bites down on a moan building in her throat as her fingers dig into the fabric on his pant leg a little. she blushes at his words, it shouldn’t turn her on that he liked so much that she carried a sign of their deeds but it does. “so you like that you claimed me?” she giggles. imogen hadn’t looked back at herself in that mirror since she sat down, the way he rubs her pussy might feel good but she still hates the way she looks tonight, cheeks all puffed, stomach feeling bigger, she was a mess. so when he tells her she has to look in the mirror she instantly starts to pout again, especially when his fingers tug away the fabric to dip into her bare cunt. sadly for her she didn’t hate her face more than she wanted to fuck him, in fact it was almost like she needed him. biting down on her bottom lip as her dark eyes reluctantly meet her reflection in the mirror, hating what she saw for a moment till her eyes meet with gabriel who is already looking back at her, staring at her with a lustful and unfair gaze. “please fuck me...”
spiritroth:
a soft smile tugs at his lips, trying not to be amused and failing. she’s adorable with her comment about the socks incident, that cute pout still etched onto her features. he never minds helping her get dressed– in fact he kind of enjoys it, loving to help her get ready for the day and brush out her soft hair.
his palms still on her thighs, he rubs at her skin, his nose brushing against her ear as his gaze flickers to the mirror, making eye contact with her there. “you look beautiful,” he insists, ignoring her comment about her belly being big. “i liked helping you with your socks… i think your belly is cute. and sexy.” it’s true that imogen is cute and sexy all the time so this isn’t really an exception, but it’s almost like pregnancy suits her specifically.
he nods, pressing a soft kiss to her ear. nibbling at her earlobe and then taking it between his lips, he sucks at it a little, his palms sliding up and down her soft thighs. licking his lips, he answers her, voice a soft purr in her ear. “i love how it looks… and i love how you wear pregnancy, like you’re glowing. you look like a goddess.” one hand slowly slips between her legs, slotting against her clothed cunt. he rubs softly, pressing a kiss beneath her ear. “and when we’re together, everyone knows you’re mine.”
his touch is soothing, smooth against her soft skin but it also turns her on, how close he is and the way his lips had felt against her soft skin drives her crazy. she’s trying to be frustrated, hating the way she looks but he always knows just the way to make those emotions feel impossible with the way he touches her skin and tells her how he feels for her. she drops her gaze, still not wanting to look at herself in her reflection as her soft pout struggles to remain on her lips with his sweet words. how can she argue with him? “so you don’t feel unattracted to me at all? cause i also read that some guys feel less attracted to woman after she gets pregnant.” she needed to stop researching things she knows will upset her but she had too much time one her hands most nights with being pregnant and all. before, she’d probably be out with her friends but lately she doesn’t even like leaving the house much cause she knows eyes will all be on her and her pregnancy. she chuckles a little deflated when he calls her belly sexy, shaking her head a little. “you’re gonna have to help me with that a lot more since she’s growing so much.” imogen hummed. she lets out a soft purr when he kisses her ear, eyes fluttering a little as her head falls to the side. his touch making her shiver having to bite down on her lower lip. “fuck...” word slips out on accident, lips parting a little. “i’m not a goddess.” she laughs a little, it was such high praise making her chest flutter some, even more as his fingers brush down between her legs, stroking her damping panties. one thing about being pregnant she seemed to get turned on a lot easier and wetter a lot faster, biting down on her lower lip as she smiles. “i don’t think me being yorus was ever a question, baby or no baby.”
spiritcaught:
[ 📲 text: ] guess the color of my underwear - @spiritadams / imogen
gabriel rolls over in bed, holding his phone close and watching imogen type until her message appears. his face feels warm just reading it, her teasing him about her underwear.
[ 📲 text: ] i bet it’s like periwinkle blue and it has strawberries embroidered on
[ 📲 text: ] how close am i?
her lips curl into a smile as she props herself in the bed, dark eyes flickering back at the glowing screen of her phone. she’d been sending him suggestive texts throughout the night. partly out of boredom due to being alone and partly because she missed him. so what better than to see how long it takes to get him off. he finally replies, a soft chuckle falling past her lips at his response
[ 📲 text: ] wow that was so descriptive [ 📲 text: ] but i’d say you’re warm... [ 📲 text: ] want another guess? maybe i’ll give you a nice reward...
spiritroth:
he feels so shy around imogen but especially now, with her sweet words about wanting to cuddle and listen to his music. she seems genuinely interested and it makes him kind of giddy, like a little kid with a crush or something. “o-or we could cuddle now… and you could sit in my lap while i play.” he imagines his arms around her, hands on the guitar. it’d be soothing, doing what he loves with someone as amazing as her sitting in his grasp and enjoying it as much as he is.
he’s kind of surprised when she insists he’s hot, saying he’s the hottest one in their school like it’s a fact. gabriel has never thought he’s ugly but he’s never seen anything special and most certainly not looks that could rival everyone else at millwood. it’s kind of her to say and it also makes his face hot, knowing that she thinks so highly of his looks. “then i guess i’m lucky that the prettiest girl decided to pay me a visit.” she really is the most beautiful girl at their school, lighting up every room she walks into with her gorgeous smile and perfect sense of style. “but seriously, you don’t have to apologize…” if anything he wants to hear more of her praise and he feels like he needs it.
her hand brushing his makes his stomach flutter, gaze averting a little in shyness as she hugs the plushie. it looks even cuter in her grasp, next to her shining face. he’s about to tell her not to feel bad and insist that he wants her to have it when she leans forward, causing his thought process to come to a halt as her lips press gently against his cheek. it makes his heart race, face tingling where she kissed and then spreading throughout his entire body. it’s hard not to feel that desire for her, wanting her so badly, especially when she looks up at him all shyly after kissing him. “i…” he’s speechless, so in love with her that it’s hard to breathe. he can still feel her mouth against his cheek, stuck in the memory of how it felt. he needs more.
fingers gently grasping her chin, he tilts her face up, his dark eyes drinking in her pretty features. leaning in, he softly brushes his lips against hers, eyes fluttering shut as he gently kisses her.
he makes it impossible not to fall head over heels, the worst part was he had no clue the power he held over her because just the suggestion he makes has her feeling weak and her heart pounding even louder than before because the idea of getting to sit in his lap while he plays his music for her sounds something out of a perfect fantasy. “i’d love that....” she says softly, cheeks flushing bright. “i’d love that a lot actually.” she couldn’t believe she just kissed his cheek, feeling impulsive in the moment but it felt as though these feelings were being bottled up for far too long, she liked him so much and all she wanted was for just a moment...was to know what it felt like to kiss his cheek. she stands there nervously for a moment, almost worried she just fucked things up as she hugs the squish close to her chest in almost a shy manner as she waits for him to say something. however, what he does instead takes her by surprise. the way he says almost nothing as he takes her chin in his hand, making her meet his dark eyes and his big long lashes seemed even more unfair this up close. it’s then he leans in, pressing his lips to her own and it felt like she couldn’t breathe in that moment, head feeling so dizzy she’s almost sure she blacks out for the first time. she kisses him back slowly, her free hand coming up to cup his cheek as she purrs a little into the kiss, learning what his taste is like combined with the softness of his lips. she felt warm all over, knowing her cheeks were probably as pink as the stuffed animal in her arms as she couldn’t believe she was finally standing here kissing him. it was sweet and perfect, she almost didn’t want to come back up for air.
spiritroth:
gabriel can tell she’s upset about it when he notices her looking at herself in the mirror, making that pouting face. he puts his homework down, shoving it to the side to give her his undivided attention, brown eyes full of concern. he’s never been pregnant and he has nothing to compare the issue to in his own life experiences, so it’s hard to get in her head and see what she’s seeing. especially since, in gabriel’s eyes, imogen is the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. she’s almost cuter in a way, stomach swollen with that promise of being the great mother he knows she’ll be.
he scoots to the edge of the bed, reaching forward to snag her hand and tug her towards him. he pulls until she sits on his lap, facing the mirror still as her back rests against his chest. “i think you look pregnant,” he shrugs, still confused about what the problem is. pregnant doesn’t mean fat, it means pregnant. and even if imogen was fat, she’d still be gorgeous. his hands slide to her tummy, slowly caressing it as he presses a gentle kiss to her neck, lips hovering there. “i don’t care about ‘some women’,” he says, his hand teasing her stomach by brushing against it in soft circles. “i care about you. and you’re sexy…” his hands slide lower, palms pressing against her legs to spread her apart across his lap, legs open. he’s already horny just looking at her, sitting in his lap like this with that sexy pout. he wants to show her how perfect she really is until she’s moaning his name. he presses his lips to her ear, murmuring softly. “it’s hot… i don’t even have to leave marks on you to show that you’re mine.”
she sighs, reluctantly letting him tug her away from the mirror and into the much more comfortable space that was his lap. her body still facing the mirror as her little pout stays strong. imogen knows it’s not really rational, but it’s not supposed to be, it’s hard not to get inside her own head sometimes especially thinking about how much she hates not being able to fit into any of her old clothes anymore. “so i look big...” she says dramatically despite her mind knowing exactly what he meant her anxiety doesn’t want to hear or understand it. his hands circling over her stomach felt nice though, his kiss to her neck felt even nicer. imogen doesn’t know how she got so lucky, why he loved her so much. here she was acting like a crazy person and he was whispering in her ear that he still thought she was sexy, making her cheeks flush. “how could you possibly think i look sexy right now? was i sexy when i almost died trying to get socks on this morning? or the fact i already have to buy new clothes because this baby decided she wants to grow so much.” imogen loved being pregnant, despite the...shittiness of everything else around it like the other people at school calling her names or just the overall stress of their future she wouldn’t take her baby back for the world even more so she was lucky enough to share it with gabriel. she shivers a little, his hand moving down to push open her legs, biting down her lip with a still rather pouty expression on her face his touch still felt nice, making her a little hot especially with his lips pressed to her ear whispering in filth. “do you really mean it?” she mumbles, breath a little shaky. “do you really think this is sexy?” she says as her gaze falls a little.
spiritroth:
he thinks it’s cute that the book scared her so much, watching her check out his room with those curious brown eyes. she seems so excited to be here, making him feel flattered and kind of affectionate. she’s perfect, from the way her cheeks look chubbier when she smiles to how her pretty face softens every time their gazes meet. “tell me if this is weird, but… if you can’t sleep after we watch it, we could cuddle, too.” he wants to hold her in his bed, the thought of it making his heart kind of race.
he blushes when she asks him about his guitar, forgetting that he’d left it out like this. “yeah… i kind of do a little of everything. i guess i like art more than people, most of the time. which now that i say it sounds pretentious and weird, but…” it’s also true. people have burned him too much and now his self expression only comes out through art and the extremely rare relationship. “i’m definitely not ‘too great’ for you, though. if anything, you’re too pretty for me.” and too kind and smart and perfect, but he doesn’t say that part out loud yet. he feels shy enough just flirting with her at all.
he can’t help but notice how she looks at his things, gaze flickering to his squishmallow collection on the shelf next to his books. “can i give you one?” he asks shyly, stepping towards his collection. he grabs the one that reminds him of her— the strawberry cow he’d bought specifically because it reminded him of imogen. holding it out for her, a soft smile tugs at his lips. “i kind of liked it because it’s cute like you…”
she’s aware she probably seems like a huge dork right now, it’s just a room and here she is feeling as though she stepped into the most wonderful place on earth and to an extent it was...because it was his space, his space that he was willing to share with her for just a moment and it made her feel weirdly special. she liked how everything in here just radiated gabriel, every little item inside was gabriel and she loved every bit of it. brown eyes flicker towards hum his suggestion making her face light up as she beams just a little. “cuddle? --- i feel like the only weird thing about it is that you’d wanna wait till after the movie. i’ll need something to hide my face in when there’s a jumpscare.” she felt a little dorky trying to flirt with him, realizing she wasn’t really good at it but she did kind of like the idea of being in his arms, feeling safe in his warmth and sweet scent. she listens to him talk about it, shaking her head almost instantly when he says it’s weird. “i don’t think it sounds pretentious or weird...i think it’s sweet that you have a way to express yourself through art and music. most guys punch holes through their bedroom walls so...” she says kind of jokingly as she hums. “maybe one day you can play something for me if you feel comfortable enough at least.” she wanted to know everything there was to know about him, the things he wanted to share at least. he was the most interesting person she’s ever met and she just wanted to know what he was like. “too pretty for you? have you looked into a mirror lately? you’re like the hottest guy in milwood...” she pauses realizing the words kind of slipped out. “sorry...but it’s true. you’re really handsome and a lot of girls would probably kill to be in your room right now.” she teases. “are you sure?” his question takes her by surprise, watching him pluck one of the squishmallow’s from his shelf. it was actually kind of cute, the fact he collected them, some of them didn’t even match the mostly gothic seeming aesthetic he had going on which made it even cuter. he picks the pink one but all she can think about is how much she likes the way he smiles as she listens to him speak a shy chuckle leaving her lips. “you’re so sweet...thank you.” she reaches out for it, letting her hand gently brush his as she brings the stuffed animal into her hold. it was cute and pink, it even had a strawberry on it’s body which she loved because she loved strawberries as they were currently decorated on her collar. "but now i kind of feel bad because this is the second thing you’ve given me and i still have yet to give you anything back...” she says. in fairness she only borrowed the book but still, it seemed he was always doing sweet things for her. imogen pauses for a moment before gathering the courage as she quickly leans up to press a soft kiss to his cheek, cheeks flushed as she smiles shyly. “i uh...sorry i couldn’t help it...i just --- “ she takes a deep breath as her shy smile grows somehow even shower. “i just really like you.”
starter for @spiritroth || imogen & gabriel.
realistically she knows it’s all in her head. between the pregnancy hormones and the overall hellscape that had become her life why not add salt to the wound and decide she hates her body so much that makes her want to cry? she gets she’s not supposed to feel this way --- pregnancy is supposed to be a beautiful thing but today she struggled just pulling a dress over her stomach and nearly risked an emotional breakdown when she couldn’t reach her feet to put on a pair of socks...thankfully gabriel had been there as always to save the day and make her feel less crazy for a moment. she does sometimes wonder though, why he puts up with it. she knows he loves her but most guys their age probably would be totally turned off by the fact his girlfriends looks is the size of a grapefruit, that she’s always bloated and it takes her ten times longer to get ready. it also really didn’t help her mental health when she saw a tiktok of a guy saying he wasn’t attracted to his own wife who was pregnant. the insecurity was just too much as she makes a face at herself in the mirror. gabriel sitting on the bed as she turns to him with an almost pouted look on her face. “do you think i look big?” she frowns. really and she’s only five months in how much worse can it get? “i feel like i look like one of those blobfish that dissolve when you bull them from the ocean...some woman don’t even show this much and im all...puffy. ”
spiritroth:
he blinks at her teasing, cheeks feeling warm. “i mean, you do look pretty every day… but i’ve never said it in class because it’s never felt like the right moment, i guess. hitting on you while you’re writing biology notes seems weird.” he swallows at her compliment, those butterflies in his stomach. “thank you.” it’s a big compliment, being called pretty by the prettiest person he’s ever seen. his gaze fixes on her cute cheeks and big eyes, and that perfect smile on her lips.
gabriel nods toward the stairs, starting to walk up them and lead her to the second floor. “you can just bill me for the emotional damages of seeing the decorations in this house… i’m pretty sure there’s more than one ‘live laugh love’ sign, so.” he keeps his voice down so no one can hear besides imogen– he shouldn’t make fun of judy, but it’s hard not to when she acts the way she does. she’s particularly stuffy about certain things, and would probably give him an earful for it if imogen stayed over too long.
when he gets to his bedroom, he pushes the door open for her, letting her enter first. “i’m glad you liked the book. we could watch the movie adaptation together? you can hold my hand if you get scared.” he says it teasingly, a soft smile on his lips.
she wasn’t expecting that cute little flush in his cheeks at her teasing, but she kind of likes the way she seems to have some kind of effect on him knowing he does the same for her, kind of surprised wen he admits he may have been hitting on her. “i don’t know maybe it would make the class more interesting...” she hums a little, nervously fiddling with her fingers. it also might be easier to figure out if he’s actually into her before she manages to embarrass herself. she follows him up stairs, a sudden new nervous feeling in her chest as she realizes she’s actually going to spend time in his room. though she doubts judy is going to be too big of a fan of that idea which gabriel quickly reminds her of the strangeness of that woman. “it’s okay...you wanna see horror you should see the beasley’s there’s like a cross in every room. it’s kind of terrifying.” she teases with a hum, plus she didn’t come here for some grouchy ladies décor anyway. they reach his room and it’s a refreshing change from where he was, it was a little bit more of him, even had his scent. her lips playing at a shy smile was she awkwardly walks around a little, dark eyes flickering towards him. “there’s a movie adaptation? i almost lost sleep just by reading the book.” she teases. “but i’d love to...watch a movie with you, hand holding included.” she just really wanted to be with him, if it was enjoying movies or doing homework. she goes back to looking at his room, the cute stuffed animals and books. she then notices the guitar set down by his bed. “you play guitar too?” she almost sounds like a silly little fangirl in the way her tone changes but it seemed to here there wasn’t anything he was really bad at, she’d seen some of his art and apparently he played music as well. “i’m starting to worry there isn’t anything you can’t do...you might be too great for me.”
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judy gets him from his room, telling him that a girl from his school is at the door. he knows immediately that it’s imogen (he doesn’t really talk to anyone else), putting his guitar down and scrambling up excitedly. he thinks about her all the way down the stairs, completely wrapped up in thoughts of her and the cute outfit she wore at school today, with strawberries embroidered on the collar.
when he opens the door, she’s just as cute as she was earlier, giving him that pretty smile with big doe eyes. he’s so happy to see her here that he almost doesn’t notice the book in her arms, and then she holds it out to him.
“oh,” he says softly, kind of shy. a smile tugs at his lips, the way she’s looking at him kind of infectious. he takes it from her, hand brushing hers on purpose. “i’m glad you did… it gives me an excuse to ask you to hang out. do you want to come in?” he steps back, holding the door open for her. “you look pretty today.” his cheeks heat a little as he says it, feeling bolder than he usually is around her. maybe it emboldens him, knowing that she came here just to visit. he’s really liked her for a long time now, even before she finally spoke to him in class on a regular basis.
imogen was unusually shy today, maybe it’s because she’s actually in his space...or maybe her crush on him was a lot worse than she originally planned cause as he reaches for the book his fingers brush against hers making her heart kind of jump out of her chest like one of those old cartoons. he was so sweet and charming without having to try, her friends never really seemed to get it but here imogen was tripping over her own two feet to get close to him. gabriel tells her he’s glad she came and it makes her blush even more, kind of happy he actually wants to spend time with her. “yeah i’d love to...” she says almost a little too excitedly as she steps inside. she glances around the place for a moment, kind of awkwardly trying not to make it obvious she was avoiding staring at him for too long when he says something else. telling her she looked pretty in her outfit today. it’s really no different from what she usually wears, always in some dress or frilly top with slippers or mary janes but it means a lot to hear him say he likes it. “as opposed to all the other days?” it’s meant to be teasing, smiling up at him as she hums. “i’m kidding...thanks...you look pretty too.” was pretty the right word? did guys even like being called pretty? he did though, she liked his style. bomber jackets and jewelry that always made him look so cool. “thanks by the way --- for letting me borrow your book. i surprisingly found myself unable to put it down.” she hums with a smile. "to tell you the truth i was more interested in it because you were at first...but i actually ended up loving it.” she confesses shyly. she liked that he was willing to share with her, give her a little bit of himself.
@spiritroth: [ lend ] my muse lent your muse a book and your muse is returning it
she knock lightly at the wooden door of his home, book held to her chest as her pink mary janes rock nervously back and fourth. she’d finally finished the book he lent her, which was kind of amazing because horror novels usually freaked her out but he seemed so excited to share it with her and she had trouble saying no to those sweet brown eyes of his. they’d been friends for awhile, imogen slowly getting him comfortable enough to actually open himself up to her, let her into his little world of art and love for horror and books, she liked the way his mind worked and the way he thought about the world, how his heart was made of gold even though he went through hell. so maybe she’s developed a little bit of a crush on him, but she’d probably never admit it out loud because she doubts she’s really his type anyway...not like some of the other girls he goes to class with. but now wasn’t the time to worry about her unrequited love cause just as she’s getting lost in thought the door swings open and speaking of gabriel. her brown eyes light up like christmas lights when she sees him, lips curling into a sweet smile as she tries to remember why she was here without getting lost in the fact his eyes were the deepest color brown she’d ever seen, long lashes that were almost unfair to look at cause he didn’t even have to try. “h-hey...i just wanted to return your book. i finally finished it and i...” she drops her gaze, holding the book out in her hand now. “i know i could’ve waited till i saw you at school on monday but i figured i’d been holding it hostage long enough.” she chuckles softly. it also had a lot to do with the fact she also wanted to see him, imogen tended to be a little impulsive when it came to having a crush and also loved to make a fool of herself apparently.
