#+i said 'i just don't find people attractive' and she was like 'oh. ok that's normal doesn't mean you'll never fall in love'

[saebaragi]

"so you're going to die alone?" I mean, unless you're planning some collective suicide or something, aren't we all?

[rogueddie]

A gay bar is the last place Steve ever thought he'd be, yet here he sits.

He keeps looking over to Robin- not too much, just enough to keep an eye on her. Make sure she's still having fun. Although, he's sure he doesn't need to be worrying.

The girl who'd caught Robins eye is small, feminine. She looks like a sweetheart and she keeps getting Robin flustered. They're cute together, clearly into eachother, and Steve couldn't be happier.

Even sat alone, feeling completely out of place and a little uncomfortable, seeing Robin able to flirt with someone so openly is… he just feels relieved.

He should have thought to bring her here sooner.

"Hey there." The man smiles when Steve flinches. It's a soft smile, kind. "You wanna dance?"

"Oh, uh, I don't- I mean, uh-"

"Woah, don't panic. It's just a dance, right? You look uncomfortable is all and seeing you sat alone with your big fucking puppy dog eyes is just sad." He gently nudges Steves chin up when he tries to look down, feeling awkward. His finger lingers a little, brushing along his jaw. "You don't wanna have a fun night out? I won't be offended if you say no."

And, ok, Steve's a little tipsy. He's sure he'd never agree if he were sober- it wouldn't have felt fair. The guy is clearly attracted to him, not even trying to hide the way he's eyeing him.

But Steve's buzz is more annoying than pleasant and dancing does sound fun. So he agrees, accepts the hand offered and lets the guy pull him into the crowd.

The guy keeps his distance. Anytime the crowd jolts Steve toward him, he steps back the same amount, keeping a solid foot between them. But he's grinning, yelling jokes over the music, unabashedly dancing like an idiot.

It's great, it's fun. Steve can't stop grinning, stomach starting to ache with how much he's been laughing.

Eventually, a slower song comes on, stronger sexual undertones. The guy (Eddie, he'd leant in to tell Steve when asked, explaining that he knew Steve because they used to be in the same year as in Hawkins) shrugs, pulling an exaggerated face that screams 'what-can-you-do'. He's turning away.

But Steve grabs his wrist, Eddie looking back with raised eyebrows.

"This alright then, pretty boy?" He asks after stepping in close. His hands rest low on his hips.

Steve nods, flushing. He automatically puts his hands on his shoulders, letting Eddie lead him through a weirdly intimate sort of slow dance. And Steve is suprised to find himself… into it? He's not sure.

He feels less tipsy, so he can't blame the easy blushes or the way his stomach flips on the alcohol. There's no excuse for how he's started looking at Eddie either, paying a little too much attention to the way he moves, how his hands feel when they slowly start to wonder.

He gently brushes Eddies hair out the way without thinking, tucking it behind his ear so he can see the tattoo on his neck. Eddie tilts his head slightly, baring his neck a little more. When he glances up, Eddie is watching him, curiously.

"Hate to sound pressumptious," he drawls, taking a small step forward so their chests are pressed together, "but it feels like you're making moves on me, big boy."

"What if I am? What happens then?"

"Maybe I'd ask if you're sober enough to drive or if we need to call a cab." He leans back a little when Steve moves to kiss him. He hums, smirking. "Or maybe I'd ask for your number. I'm a classy lady, Harrington; what if I don't put out on the first date?"

"I've never said no to a challange."

Eddie barks out a laugh, loud enough to startle some of the people swaying beside them. "As if."

"What? You're like... pretty."

"Pretty," he repeats, rolling his eyes. "People know I'm a fag, Steve. Even being seen with me like we're 'just friends' would fucking ruin you."

"Your point?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wanna put money on that?"

Eddie eyes him for a second, his derision melting into curiosity. "You want to make a bet on whether you'll date me or not?"

"Why not? One of us wins money in a bet, we both score a date, and-"

"I thought you were straight."

"Yeah, me too. But I don't think straight guys think about you like I am, right now."

Eddie steps back, considering. It's a long, tense, moment before he finally sticks his hand out. Steve quickly shakes his hand, grinning.

"You've got yourself a deal."

[haunted-headset]

Ok hear me out… scare actor reader and Wilbur who just wanted to go to a haunted house and then boom he’s like “oh no. The serial killer is pretty” you can use ur imagination for the rest this is just the caffeine talking to me with fanfic ideas :)

🔪 Is That Too Scary for You? 🔪

Summary: Headcanons about how Wilbur would act if he saw you, the reader, being pretty & a fake serial killer in a haunted house

A/N: HOLY SHIT. I LOVE THIS IDEA! Again, very sorry that it's only headcanons (idk if I'm even using the right term anymore lol), I'm extremely burnt out & tired rn. also tysm for the asks! it's been keeping me busy af & i love it! Also, the title was based off of the song I Think I'm Okay =)

pairing: CC!Wilbur x afab!actor!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @thewheelersgaygaragelights @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren (pls let me know if you do/don't want to be tagged!)

warnings/cw: scary stuff, reader is a scare actor (you're basically a fake serial killer), fake blood, the people with Wilbur & Tommy on the vlog getting jumpscared, reader pretending to k!ll Wilbur, Wilbur having a dream about the reader

genre: fluff/horror

Wilbur would probably be accompanied by the Sorry Boys for a Tom Simons vlog

Wilbur probably wouldn't want to go in the first place because he;d get scared easily

So when they do get inside the haunted house, they learn that everyone who's in the haunted house now becomes part of a challenge. They now have to escape the haunted house without being killed by any of the creatures/ghosts or you, the serial killer. It's basically just an escape room

When he first hears your menacing voice behind him, he stops walking. Not out of fear, but out of awe.

↑↑ You laughed creepily. "It seems I have some visitors here today..." Wilbur stopped in his tracks & Tommy turned the camera towards Wilbur. He was staring at you in awe. "Wilbur, stop being a simp & run!" Tommy laughed, pulling Wilbur away from you. "...Tommy, the serial killer's hot."

He basically tried to find any way to bring the group closer to you. He thought you were really pretty.

Would definitely 'die' first just to hang out with you

If you pinned him to the wall to 'k!ll' him, he would be so fcking flustered

↑↑ "Nowhere left to run..." you chuckled. You stabbed two of your fake knives into his shirt sleeves to pin him to the wall. "Any last words?" & Wilbur would be crushin' & blushin' so damn hard as he said, "Honestly? Uh you're really pretty & I kinda want your number if it isn't too much to ask-"

He ended up letting you 'k!ll' him so that you could bring him to where the people who were eliminated stayed until the attraction was over & you two just talked for an hour or so

& then you were stabbing him to death in his dreams <3

[jadeddangel]

Hellooo may I request Husk with a reader whose appearance in Hell is that of a cute little mouse? She is shy and the kind of person to put things as nicely as posible, so she finds it hard to stand up for herself. Basically the "opposites attract" trope, if you are so kind! Thank youuu <3

OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!! AHHHH I SIMP FOR HUSK SO BAD

Warnings: talk of gambling, alcoholism, addiction , Trauma and suggestive themes

If you aren't over the age of 18 or of legal age please don't interact, having said that, Enjoy!!

A game of cat and mouse

The sky was dark red and black when you woke up.. there weren't any clouds, and aside from a red hue everywhere, the only thing that stood out was a giant clock in the middle of well wherever you were. Standing up, you brushed yourself off with your paws, wait... paws? You froze looking down at your hands, I mean, they looked normal-ish. I mean, you still had skin, but it was Grey and had fur running down the back of your hands, arms, legs, and shoulders. You had black claws, and you were staring to get overstimulated at all the sounds going on.. you went to put your hands over where your ears were when you were alive and let out a scream of sheer panic. You were scared there were so many things going on, and now you were missing ears?! You paused after a moment, realizing that it was ridiculous. How did you not have ears and be able to hear? And so you finally took a deep breath and went into an alley way as you were pretty much feeling yourself up.

You felt all over your body coming into contact with the large ears on your head and the long fuzzy tail you had. "OK, it's ok. Deep breathes. We'll figure this out it's not a big deal, right? I mean, this is probably just a dumb dumb dream .." You spoke to yourself

You lied. It had been 2 months since you got here now, and no matter what you've done to try and "wake up," nothing was working. And that's why you were standing here in front of the not so popular hazbin hotel. The outside of the large building looked mediocre, at best, and you were being modest. Taking a deep breath of the polluted air you knocked on the front door carefully, the echo of the loud knock spooking you nearly out of your fur. You could hear running towards the door before a brief pause and a blonde demon opened the door. "Hello there, little demon!! Welcome to the hazbin Hotel! Please come in come in!" Charlie greeted as she maneuvered around you, putting a hand on your back and leading you inside the doors closing behind you. You frantically tried to adapt to the new surroundings the princess of hell had forced you into. What you immediately spotted was a couch, a large stair case, a few people, and a bar? I mean, you had heard this was a place for rehab pretty much, not just a standard hotel. Charlie nudged you towards the couch. "Let me introduce you to everyone!! Ok, so we have angel dust, " charlie blabbered out as Angel looked up from his phone and gave you a brief head nod "alastor, our facilities manager, vaggie, my girlfriend and our general manager!! Oh, oh ! And here we have Kiki, razzle and dazzle, they work to protect the hotel!! That's nifty!" Charlie pointed to everyone excitedly, most of them barely even looking at you before the girl she addressed as nifty ran at you with a giant needle." Rat! There's a rat in the hotel!!" Nifty yelled. With a shriek, you jumped onto the coffee table. "I'm not a rat. I'm not a rat!!" You were nearly crying. You were embarrassed about everything feeling like a big deal, and then on top of the panic of being in a new place, it felt like your head was bursting. You had closed your eyes, and the next thing you knew, there was someone picking you up off the table after they had noticed you panic. It was angel dust.. he was holding you high above nifty's reach though he didn't need to cause you saw this.. cat person? Holding nifty up by the collar of her dress.. he seemed tired.. and grouchy . Angel finally set you down "sorry 'bout that cutie, nifty can be a bit much at first," angel said, crouching a bit so he was face to face with you instead of face to tits . You nodded a bit. "Thank you, angel dust," you said quietly, "it's alright, cutie, it's no problem to me, my friends call me Angie btw," Angel said sweetly

And just like that, your stay at the hazbin Hotel began. It was starting to calm down after a few months. You had grown close with angel, the two of you often hanging out at the bar. The cat's name that you had learned was husker, but he preferred husk. Then it all started, late night drinks and talks with husk though you did most of the talking or it wad just quiet. You both talked about so many things, what foods you liked, what drinks you preferred. And even though you were opposites, you were both crazy attached to each other.

You and Angel were having some small talk at the bar just laughing with each other. "And then! Hahaha ha and then Val has the guts to ask me to redo the scene!!" Angel laughed out. You both had been talking about funny stories and about things when you were alive . Angel finished off his drink before winking at husk. "Oh husker~, you wanna do me a favor and poor me another drink kitty?~" Angel asked with a smirk. You could hear husk grumble under his breath about something. Husk then turned to you. "Want another soda? I know you're not much of a drinker, so I asked Charlie to get us some, " husk said, leaning against the bar counter slightly. You gave him a happy nod before handing him your cup, soon husk left, and Angel smirked at you .oooooo you and Kitty got somethin' goin' on, don't ya' ?" Angel teased poking your shoulder a bit. Your cheeks turned a darker Grey at his words "w-what?.. me and husk what? No way psht- that's ridiculous. Why do you think he likes me?" You were embarrassed, but God, you were curious. Did Angel know something you didn't. "Mm, I'll tell you if you tell me what made you die , deal?" Angel held his hand out a bit.. you took a moment questioning if it was worth it before shaking his hand. "Deal.."

You took a deep breath "Alright uhm it was my boyfriend's fault.. you see, I had this really bad habit of falling for people that really didn't care about me.. they just wanted a body or something they thought they could gain.." You spoke quietly before clearing your throat."I was beaten to death.. I thought I was just going to sleep, but uhm, he had caused internal bleeding and..." You zoned out a bit."That's why I'm a mouse.. I'm just viewed as prey and a good pet for some person that thinks their god. " You ranted a bit

Angel looked guilty about making the deal, having heard that.. "Oh, cutie.. I'm sorry.. uhm, I don't know if husk likes you, deary, " Angel said softly while rubbing your back . You sighed a nodded a bit; husk returned back to the main bar and handed you your glass full of soda gently careful not to spill any before carelessly handing angel his drink ,husk put his hand over yours when you went to grab your drink " are you alright mouse? You don't seem well.. cmon, let's take you to your room.." husk said softly as he walked around the bar and helped you off the high chair before grabbing your drink and helping you walk up to your room. Husk sat you down on your bed, trying to get you to relax a bit. He rubbed over your shoulders, trying his best to soothe you from your emotional anguish that was written on your face. "It's gonna be ok, just relax," husk said quietly while rubbing your shoulders. Husk looked down at you, worried. "I heard what you and Angel were talking about.. I'm so sorry you had to go through that" husk was rubbing along the edges of your ears to help calm you, "Now uhm I now I suck at stuff like this but it looks like you need one " husk said opening his arms a bit. You pulled husk close and cuddled into him, relaxing at the smell of sandalwood and rum. Husk wrapped you up his wings, holding you close. "Thank you, husk.. " you said softly, husk smiled ever so slightly as he rubbed your arms and back carefully "yknow I heard everything even about a certain crush you have. " Husk chuckled a bit. You blushed a bit and went to pull away from the hug, but husk kept you close to his chest "let me finish.. I really like you too little mouse and I'd really like to stay with you for as long as I can.." husk finished finally letting go a bit so that you could pull away if you so pleased. But you could never.. husk made you feel safe made you feel whole.. and nothing could change that.. You had a big smile on your face as you pulled him closer "I really like you too husk.." you muttered. Husk smiled a bit more "so how about we just stay here for a bit and just hang out mk?and if I may be so bold I'd like to ask you to be my girlfriend " husk rubbed your back in soothing circles. You squeaked happily (blame the mouse part) as you nodded like crazy.

Everything is perfect

[blingblong55]

Things said- 141

This is a little compilation of what I think each COD character has said to reader and vice versa ever since meeting her(or he perhaps them..whatever you find best). And yes she's ok, they all love her.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

One random day at the bases mess hall/chow hall

soap to ghost: Maybe she's born with it, maybe it clinical depression

R/n: im right here you know

Soap: I'm aware

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

R/n: There was a time when I was sexually attracted to price.

Soap: why did it end?

R/n: he said he saw me like a little sister

Gaz: oh..

R/n: it was either get turned off or appear on p0rnhub with a step sister title

Ghost: *spits tea onto soap*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Soap is running away from König. He stole the jacket that r/n had given König, it smelled just like her, and he slept with it.

R/n to ghost: It wouldn't surprise me if we never saw soap again

Ghost: 40€ that we have to hear price lecture us on this

R/n: 50€ if he doesn't care as long as Gaz doesn't get injured

*they shake hands*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

König, is overstimulated because he had to give rookies a presentation. r/n has checked in on him multiple times, she knows he is about to burst. So R/n took him to a different room, to comfort him, in the only way she know how.

R/n: you know what happens to people who keep all these emotions inside?

König, shakes his head

R/n: they get old and they get sad and they get weird

König: *picks her up and hugs her* I felt so uncomfortable...they all starred at me

R/n: I know...now let me down so I can make you you're favorite snack

He shakes his head once more. They ended up staying like this for about 20 minutes.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

When r/n finally got comfortable with the team she started to open up, she even got König to speak up. She was all over base, running around, telling jokes, and just basically being herself. Until grumpy Ghost ruined her sparkle one time.

Ghost:*his hands on her shoulders, his eyes on hers* look, I'm not trying to be mean to you, but I just don't want you to be yourself.

R/n: why don't you? *her voice lowered, she was visibly upset*

Ghost had become her favorite at base because she felt the most comfortable with him. She always felt the need to be with him, like when puppies attach to one person.

Safe to say ever since he found this out he has been redeeming himself.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

a/n: let me know if you'd like a pt.2

[hairstevington]

Stranger Therapy

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Based on this text post, Steve and Eddie match on Tinder and decide to go to couple's counseling on a first date to see how long it takes the therapist (Murray) to figure them out. Link to Ao3

Word Count: 3K, check out part 2 part 3 part 4 and epilogue!

Warnings: Nothing too serious, Steve/Eddie went to high school together but don't know each other, modern day AU, aged up, brief Robin cameo, Matchmaker Murray, and my fav tag of all - gay scheming!

A/N: I'm a counselor in training currently but I don't specialize in couple's counseling so this may or may not be accurate? Idk man it's just fun and silly I love our stupid boys sm. Original post by @hxneyfarms

It’s a match!

“Robin, it worked!” Steve shouted from the couch. She ran from the kitchen and joined him, peering over to stare at his screen.

“I told you it would! It’s funny!” she insisted. Steve rolled his eyes and anxiously pulled up the profile of his new match. 

“Oh, shit,” Steve said. “I remember swiping right on this guy. Didn’t think I had a shot.” He looked through the pictures. They were all candids, slightly blurry, or shots of him with his friends, but due to his distinguished look it was easy to pick him out even in a crowd. 

“Show me his bio,” Robin ordered. Steve closed out the pictures and scrolled until the bio was in full view.

Eddie, 25. Shit at bios.

“Well that’s kind of boring,” Steve said. 

“Yeah. You think he’s a bot?” Robin asked.

 “Or a catfish, maybe,” Steve mused. “Either way, I still think I should take your joke down. I don’t talk like that in real life, and people might get confused.”

Robin had convinced him earlier to change his bio and replace it with - let’s go to couple’s counseling and see how long it takes the therapist to realize we don’t know each other. Steve had been a little tipsy when he agreed, and he assumed nothing would come of it. But then, Eddie matched with him. 

“You’re thinking way too hard about this, Dingus,” Robin replied. “People write weird shit in their Tinder bios all the time.” 

“Eddie didn’t,” Steve countered. 

“Yeah, but look at him,” Robin responded. “He’s distinctive. It’s attention-grabbing in itself.”

“And I’m not?” Steve asked. Robin chuckled.

“You’re the kind of pretty where if you don’t have something witty in the bio, people will think you’re just some ignorant surface-level airhead who’s never worked a day in his life, and that’s not cute.”

“Okay, ouch,” Steve said. 

“It’s a compliment!” she insisted. “Like, you need to show that you’re witty and funny and able to poke fun at yourself, otherwise you’re going to attract the wrong kind of people.”

“And this guy’s the right kind, huh?” Steve opened one of the pictures back up - one where Eddie was passed out on the couch with a beer still in his hand. As they looked at the screen, a notification popped up. Eddie sent you a message.

“Let’s find out,” Robin said. 

-

Eddie: If your bio is serious, I’m in

Steve: Wait, really?

Eddie: Yeah xD sounds fun

Eddie: You got a therapist in mind?

Steve: Honestly didn’t think I’d get this far

Eddie: Boo. 

Eddie: You’re lucky I know just the guy

Steve: Okay…

Steve: So how do we do this?

Eddie: Dude, it was YOUR idea

Steve: Ok but I’ve never done it before!

Eddie: Steve! I’m your first? <3

Steve: Yeah, yeah. I’ve never pranked a therapist before. 

Eddie: I hope you’re either rich or have really good insurance. Otherwise this is gonna be an expensive first date.

Steve: I got it covered. 

Eddie: I figured you did. I’ll call the guy in the morning and get back to you with the appointment time. 

Steve: Okay. How’s your night going by the way?

Eddie: Nope!

Eddie: That’s not part of the deal, Steve. We go into this blind or not at all.

Steve: This is insane.

Eddie: Once again, your idea. I’m excited. Are you excited?

Steve: Thrilled.

Steve: I’m still concerned about how you know the perfect guy for this.

Eddie: 😛

Eddie: Don’t worry about it.

-

“I don’t even think he’s serious,” Steve said after he recounted the entire interaction to Robin.

“I don’t know, Steve. Sounds serious to me.” 

“What if he’s like - not right in the head?” Steve wondered, reading the interaction over and over again. “Like, who is this therapist and why does he know him? Is he actually going to make an appointment? What if this whole thing crashes and burns?”

“I honestly think he plans on it crashing and burning,” Robin replied. “And then after, the both of you either hit it off and laugh about it forever, or you have an amazing failed date story to tell your friends until the end of time.”

“That’s…actually genius.” 

“I know.” 

Steve read the messages one last time, focusing on the bits where Eddie was mildly flirtatious. Steve! I’m your first? He could tell if Eddie was being condescending, or what vibe he was going to bring to this absolute insane first date. But, as Robin said, it would be a story no matter what. 

He tried to focus on that and not the anxiety that started brewing in his veins.

-

The appointment was set for two weeks later. Eddie still refused to talk to Steve other than for details on where to go and at what time, so for the whole fourteen days, Steve assumed he was being pranked right back. Eddie was messing with him, or he’d cancel, or Dr. Bauman didn’t actually exist, or he’d be murdered, or, or, or -

None of that happened. Instead, on a Tuesday afternoon, Steve pulled up to an office building about fifteen minutes from his apartment. He’d passed by it several times and never once wondered what went on inside. 

Apparently, really weird first dates.

They had decided to meet up in the parking lot and walk in together. The whole thing was crazy, but having one of them pick the other up so they could drive in together was way over what was needed to commit to the bit. 

Steve got there first. They needed to be fifteen minutes early to fill out paperwork. It was twenty minutes prior to their appointment time. 

This was weird. It felt a lot different than all the times he’d met someone for coffee. In another world, that’s how he and Eddie would have met. But no. He had to agree to this stupid thing, and now he was too far into it to back out. Jesus Christ. 

Eddie’s car pulled in a few spaces down. Steve knew it was him from the hair alone - unmistakable. He got out of his car and walked towards his date, his palms sweaty. Eddie got out of his car a moment later, eyeing Steve as he approached him and smirking. 

“What gave me away?” Eddie asked. 

“You think I wouldn’t recognize my boyfriend?” Steve snapped back, pleased at the way he was able to take Eddie off guard. 

“Touche. Well, come on, then. Let’s do this.” 

-

Before they knew it, they were sitting in a cramped waiting room, alone, filling out paperwork. It consisted of insurance information first, followed by names and some quick background questions about the “couple.” Steve began filling it out, thankful that he was still on his dad’s fancy rich-person insurance. It covered basically everything, even fucked-up couples fraud with Dr. Bauman.

“Are you not worried I’m gonna, like, steal your information or something?” Eddie asked as Steve wrote down his policy number.

“I mean…should I be?” Steve responded. 

“No,” Eddie answered with a shrug. “I gotta say, though, you’re way more trusting than I am. It’s ballsy. I like it.” 

“Uhh…” Steve was trying to concentrate on the paperwork, but the compliment was throwing him off. “Thank you, I think.” He continued filling out the paperwork.

“You’re from Hawkins?” he asked. Steve nodded, absentmindedly. “I’m from Hawkins.” This caught Steve’s attention. 

“No shit.” 

“Yeah, seriously.”

“Small world,” Steve replied before turning his attention back to the form.

“You have a cute middle name,” Eddie teased. 

“Shut up,” Steve responded. He wanted to find Eddie’s pestering annoying, but instead he found himself smirking, even giggling a little bit. This whole thing was so ridiculous. He shoved the clipboard onto Eddie’s lap. “Your turn, lover.”

“Euch,” Eddie groaned. “That is not one of our pet names, no way.” 

“Noted,” Steve chuckled. He was…kind of enjoying this way more than he expected, as weird as it was. He’d grown accustomed to a lot of even stranger things in his life, so this didn’t feel as shocking as he’d initially thought. 

“Don’t look,” Eddie said as he covered the paper.

“What? Why not?” Steve asked, confused. 

“Because not all of us are as blindly trusting, Steven,” Eddie responded. Steve shook his head and looked away. 

“Good thing we’re in therapy to work that shit out, Edward Munson.”

“You looked!” Eddie exclaimed. 

“It was right in front of me!” Steve pointed out. 

“Fair enough,” Eddie sighed. “Okay, now we gotta put down a reason for doing this.”

-

Fast forward ten minutes, Eddie and Steve were seated next to each other on a relatively small but cozy burnt orange couch. The color was ugly, but the seats were comfortable. Steve noticed the cushions had a natural dip that kept inching him closer to the person sitting on the opposite side. He figured this was certainly intentional. 

The doctor sat in front of them, reviewing the papers the pair had just filled out.

“Hello, my name is Dr. Bauman, and one day I may let you call me Murray,” he began, his eyes fixed on the papers in front of him. “I see here on your sheet that you’ve been feeling distant from each other, and that you’re looking to feel more connected, right? Can you tell me more about that?”

“We’re just launching right into it, huh?” Eddie asked. 

“Well, we are on a time crunch here. Your decision how you spend it,” Dr. Bauman answered. 

The man was immediately intimidating.

“Ooookay,” Steve said, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, I guess it just feels like - like he and I don’t even know each other anymore.” Eddie stifled a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand to make it seem like he was maybe getting emotional or perhaps trying not to sneeze. 

“I see,” Dr. Bauman said, eyeing them both suspiciously. “Let’s begin with how you two met and we’ll go from there, okay?”

“We were high school sweethearts,” Eddie replied with a grin.

“Wow,” Dr. Bauman commented. “Well, it’s common for a lot of development to happen from then to now. How did you two get together?” Eddie looked to Steve, as if to say, you’re up.

“It just kinda…happened, I guess,” Steve began. “We were assigned as partners for a project and really clicked.”

“Yeah, and then we snuck around for a while. Sneaking kisses in janitor's closets and empty classrooms, you know the drill.” Steve tried not to blush at the thought of sneaking around with high school Eddie. If they were both from Hawkins, did they actually go to high school together?

“Snuck around for the thrill?” Dr. Bauman asked.

“No,” Steve responded. “I wasn’t out yet.” Eddie looked at him curiously, as if he wasn’t expecting Steve to say something so serious. He wondered if it was actually true. 

“Well, that and -” Eddie added. “- he was a popular jock and I was kind of a freak.” This time, Steve looked at Eddie curiously. Steve was a popular jock. Eddie could have assumed that, or made a lucky guess, but something told him that wasn’t the case. 

Eddie Munson. Munson. 

Oh.

Oh!

It took Steve a minute to recover from that information. They did in fact go to school together, they just had never interacted. Eddie obviously remembered, and he obviously knew that Steve didn’t. So what was the goal here? Was Steve being punked or something just so Eddie could get free therapy?

“Steve, you look a little pale there,” Dr. Bauman noticed. “Did that trigger something?”

“Yeah -” Steve croaked, now unable to look at Eddie. If he had, he would have noticed Eddie didn’t look as smug as Steve assumed he was. “Yeah, I just don’t think about high school that much anymore.”

“Why not?” the doctor asked. 

“Because, I - I’ve changed so much since then. I’m not that guy anymore, and I don’t want to be that guy.”

“Ah, I see,” he hummed. “So, Eddie fell for someone who no longer exists. I think I’m understanding the problem here. Eddie, do you feel that you’ve changed?”

Damn. This guy’s kinda good.

“Uhhh -” Eddie began. Neither of them expected this to get so serious so quickly. It didn’t even feel like it was about their imagined relationship anymore. “N-no, I don’t think I have.”

“And Steve, do you think Eddie has changed?”

Steve thought about the limited memories he had of Eddie in high school. Cocky, slightly unhinged, just as he was now. But there was something different, he just couldn’t really pinpoint what. Maybe if he’d talked to Eddie for longer than like ten minutes total in his life, he’d have a better idea. 

Then, he realized the point of this wasn’t to be serious. It was to make shit up. Steve pivoted back to the original plan. 

“Yeah, I mean -” He shifted in his seat, finding himself now thigh to thigh with Eddie, despite not meaning to be. “He’s, uh - it just feels like we don’t have anything in common anymore?” It was something he’d heard lots of couples say.

“Do you want to make this work?” Dr. Bauman asked. 

“Why else would we be here?” Eddie answered. Dr. Bauman narrowed his eyes. 

“You tell me.”

Eddie and Steve were kind of not good at this. Their story was based in truth and not very exciting. They both seemed to realize this at the same time.

“Steve slept with the dogwalker,” Eddie proclaimed. Steve scoffed, half-amused, half-offended. 

“Yeah, well you sold drugs to my mom!” he shot back. The two guys looked at each other, pretending to look angry while simultaneously wanting to laugh. 

“Woooah, there,” Dr. Bauman responded. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Do we want to begin with Steve’s infidelity or Eddie’s illegal activity?”

“That’s not gonna, like, go on record or anything, right?” Steve asked, suddenly anxious. “Like, the cops aren’t gonna show up at Eddie’s door?”

“Our door, babe,” Eddie clarified, not the least bit nervous. 

“Depends on how long ago this happened, I suppose,” Dr. Bauman answered.

“Long time ago,” Eddie said. 

“Are you still currently dealing?”

“No, I don’t even do drugs anymore. Well, like, except pot - but that’s legal now so it doesn’t really count, I think.”

“Dude,” Steve whispered. 

“You brought it up,” Eddie replied just as softly. 

“Right,” Dr. Bauman responded, taking it all in. “No report needed, then. Let’s move onto the dogwalker.” 

They continued to add to their lore as the appointment went on. At one point, Eddie even faked tears. His acting was…decent enough to avoid suspicion, thankfully. When the clock hit 1:45, their time was up, and they’d successfully managed to fool Dr. Bauman. Mission accomplished, date over. Right?

“Well, thank you so much, Dr. Bauman,” Eddie said. “I think you’ve really helped us out today.”

“Yeah, seriously,” Steve said, smiling. “We feel so much better.”

“Now hold on a minute,” Dr. Bauman said with his hands up. “There’s still a lot of work to be done, in my professional opinion.”

“There is?” Eddie asked, confused. 

“Oh, definitely. Most couples go to a minimum of four sessions, and that’s still a low average. Plus, this was only intake. I mean, unless you guys weren’t happy with the counseling I gave you today…”

It felt like a challenge, and Eddie loved challenges. Meanwhile, Steve was too awkward to come clean or tell the doctor they weren’t interested. 

They made another appointment.

-

“Well, that went pretty well, I think,” Eddie said as they left the building. 

“You knew me already?” Steve asked once they were a safe enough distance from the office and Dr. Bauman. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I just knew your name and face, man. And, like, your vibe,” Eddie answered. “Back in high school, anyway.” 

“You should have told me,” Steve said. 

“You should have remembered,” Eddie shot back. “Whatever, it was fun. Right?”

“Eddie, I have no idea what that was,” Steve replied. “We have to cancel that appointment.”

“Why? You don’t want to see me again?” Eddie grinned. Steve rolled his eyes.

“No, I - I mean, I don’t want to waste his time. That spot should go to other couples who need it. Meanwhile, we could go get coffee like normal adults.” 

“I dunno,” Eddie said, kicking a pebble in the road as they walked. “I kinda liked it. You can’t tell me you didn’t.”

It was true. Steve couldn’t say that he didn’t.

“Doesn’t matter.” Steve unlocked his car and made his way to the door. “We’re canceling.”

“He’s the one that wanted to see us again, Steve,” Eddie reminded him. 

“Yeah, because he thought we were an actual couple.” Steve was getting frustrated at Eddie’s antics, and the way he refused to back down. “I don’t know if this is gonna work, man. This has been, uh - well, it’s been weird, but I think -”

“We have to go, otherwise you’ll be charged a cancellation fee,” Eddie blurted out. It was a lie, a bold-faced lie, and yet -

“So, I’ll pay the fee. Can’t be more than the cost of a full session,” Steve figured. 

“Ugh!” Eddie groaned in frustration. “Okay, fine. Look - I’m annoying as hell, I’m a mess, I’m broke, and I could never afford someone like Dr. Bauman. I don’t know about you, but some of the things he said actually made me think and I kind of want to ask him about, like, real shit.” 

Steve stared at him blankly for a minute. 

“You - you want me to keep going to fake couple’s counseling with you so you can get actual therapy?” Steve asked, stunned. 

“I mean, you could work your shit out, too,” Eddie suggested.

“What shit? I don’t have shit,” Steve insisted. 

“Of course you do! Everyone does!” Eddie yelled. 

“You’re insane,” Steve muttered. The thing was, he wasn’t saying it out of anger. He was saying it in understanding. 

Because the thing was, Eddie had a point. Dr. Bauman was good at what he did, and Steve knew he’d never sign up for individual counseling. He already had the appointment. Eddie smirked. 

“You’re with me, aren’t you?”

Fuck.

“Fine,” Steve agreed. 

-

Notes from Dr. Bauman - 3/18

Eddie and Steve

Together since high school

Feelings of disconnect

Steve/dogwalker

Eddie/mom/drugs

Clearly lying

Clients are faking their relationship for me, for some reason. Will continue to work with them to figure out why. 

They aren’t dating…but they should be

(next chapter)

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[bellascool]

Hi ! I love your imagine ! 💓 Can you make a Gavi x reader. Where the reader being criticised by gavi’s fangirls about her physic and that Gavi can find many better girls than her so she stars crying and overthinking about her relationship with him and she thinks to leave but Gavi will arrive and ask her why she cries. Thank you if you’ll do it

Hii, thanks for requesting bae (and thanks for the love <33) 💕

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posted : 18/02/23 (European date)

Being compared and critics are killing you slowly

You grabbed your phone and put it on the dressing table to start a live.

You pressed the live button and made sure there was no filter since you didn't like it.

"Hi everyone, today I'm showing you my makeup routine!" you happily said while putting on your makeup headband

"You look gross without makeup."

"Thanks God she's not going to stay like this. Hopefully makeup will hide your ugliness."

You acted like you didn't read these comments, keeping your smile while you felt a small knot forming in your throat.

"A lot of you guys asked for my routine so here I am!" You started applying cream on your face

"The secret for a smooth skin is hydratation! Make sure to use some cream before doing your makeup and after taking it off."

"Absolutely no one asked but ok sure"

"Your own advice doesn't work on yourself. Your skin is horrible just like your big belly lmao"

You kept on laughing to the other nice comments but you couldn't ignore what they said.

"Are you and Gavi still together?" you read out lout while blending your concealer

"Of course we are! I never loved someone like him and- oh my, I'm so embarrassing" you cut yourself laughing at how easily you could talk about your love for your boyfriend

"Someone tell her to shut the fuck up"

"He could do better tbh. There are a lot of girls way prettier than her who could kill for him"

Your smile faded a little as you started overthinking about that one comment.

It wasn't even a lie. There's so many girls with perfect body, perfect smile, who doesn't need makeup to look like the future miss universe and yet, he still chose you.

You weren't that special, yes you were pretty but compared to all these girls.

Aww man, why can't I be perfect like them too?

"Are you okay? Why did you suddenly stop smiling and talking ?"

"Oh I'm sorry, my ADHD isn't helping me stay focused" you tried to hide your pain with some humor while you just wanted to disappear right now

"And then I add some mascara, I personally use the maybelline lash sensational sky high mascara, best mascara ever!" you said in a fake happy tone

"You look so fake. Gavi is probably dating you to use you for the medias or something."

"I don't understand, Adriana Falco is so much prettier than you. I hope Gavi dumps you for her."

That was it, you had enough, you felt tears forming and didn't wanted to cry in front of everyone like that.

"I'm sorry I gotta go, see ya" you quickly mumbled before ending the live as the tears and pain you held finally left your body

You started to cry harder and harder, remembering all the comments.

It wasn't the first time that people compared you and told you that you didn't deserved a guy like Pablo but you always let it slide and now all the accumulation was bursting out with your tears.

You took your head between your hands as your breath quickened at how hard you were crying, making your shoulders bounce while your whole body was shaking.

Well you knew that you wasn't attractive enough for a handsome boy like Pablo so you tried to hide it with humor.

Maybe you really don't deserve him, I mean, he's pretty, nice, famous, rich, funny, caring while you were quite the opposite.

You didn't even hear the door open and the boy throwing his bag as he rushed to hug you.

"Oh my God, y/n what's wrong?" he was standing next to you who was sitting which means you had your head against his abs, his arms around your shoulders hugging you tightly "I was gone for a hour and you were fine before I left, what happened?" he asked confused

You tried to speak but all you could get out of your mouth were sobs.

Pablo kissed your head as he softly stroked your back to comfort you, understanding that you couldn't speak.

"It doesn't even matter, come here" he gently picked you up bride style and made you lay on your mellow bed, putting the blanker on top of your body

"Wait a second"

He then disappear from the room, leaving you and your thoughts alone, you felt a little better thanks to him but not enough to stop crying.

He came back 2 mins later with a tray full of snacks and his grey sweater that you loved which he did too and never let you steal it from him.

He put the tray on the nightstand next to the bed and came next to you, giving you a small kiss on your wet cheek before handing you the piece of cloth you always wanted.

"Put it on, linda" you did as he asked, you immediately stopped crying as if you were a kid who would stop if you gave him a lollipop

Pablo noticed it too which made him chuckle before going under the blanket, pulling you against his warm body with his arm around your back so you're laying on top of him now.

You wrapped your arms around his torso while he put on your favorite movie.

He looked down at you, putting his hand on your right cheek, softly caressing it before he gave you a little kiss on your lips.

"Better?" he whispered as if he talked too loudly he would hurt you, you hummed in response and watched the start of the movie

"I love you, thanks for taking care of me" you

mumbled against his chest

"I will always take care of my favorite person" he softly smiled, followed by you, loving the nickname he gave you

"Pablo can I ask you something?" you broke the cute moment as you lifted your head to look at him in the eyes

"What is it hermosa?"

"Would you.. I mean do you really think that I'm pretty? Please be honest." you looked away, embarrassed as he was confused

"You're the prettiest girl on earth, of course you are" he said as if it was obvious

"But my body-"

"Your body is perfect the way it is" he cut you off

"There are girls that are prettier with a better body than mine though" you mumbled

He cupped your cheeks with his hands, forcing you to look at him. He had a serious face.

"Y/n I don't care about other girls, I only care about you and I know that you're the prettiest, nicest, most caring person and I have so many words to describe how perfect you are so stop comparing yourself to other girls. And if people try to convince you otherwise then they're jealous because they can't have what you got." he said in a calm yet serious voice

You felt a tear running down your cheek but this time, it was a happy tear.

He wiped it off with his thumb and connected your lips together in a soft and passionate kiss.

The kiss was delicate and you couldn't help but smile against his lips, happy to have him.

When you pulled out, you rested your head against his shoulder as his hands wrapped against your waist, pulling you even closer then you already were, a smile on his face, glad to have you as his girlfriend.

Funny how his words could impact you so much in a positive way.

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

"Tag you're it/part 2"

Billy loomis x stu macher x black!fem reader

For the past weeks, Y/n still couldn't stop thinking about what happened between Billy and stu. Y/n wanted to hate it but she couldn't it was just to good handle, The way she sucked on Billy's cock and how stu was pounding into her from the back it was so good. But the guilt was eating her alive because there were both killers and were a part of the Ghostface killing, and they were both dating Sidney and Tatum. Y/n felt guilty she couldn't be fooling around with her best friends boyfriends it wasn't right.

At school, Billy and stu would follow Y/n everywhere she went, what class she was in, and what period she was in. Y/n knew about them following her, so she started hanging around with Sidney and Tatum a lot more. Y/n would be on the phone with Sidney talking about how Billy got arrested for being Ghostface, but somehow Ghostface called her and how she got the wrong guy. Y/N wanted to tell her that everything was okay, but how can she tell her everything is OK when she's sleeping with her murderous boyfriend and his murderous best friend.

Before Billy went over to Sidney's house since she was attacked in her own home, he came over to my place to... 'talk'. Let's just say there was less talking and no clothes involved. Y/n wanted to stop, but she couldn't she was just attracted to Billy and stu. Later, after school, Y/n to a local video store where Randy worked.

"Hey randy." Y/n said as she walked up to randy.

Randy was rearranging some movie tapes as he looked up at Y/n. Randy had a little crush on Y/n when she first moved to Woodsboro. He like how she a horror movie freak like he was,, Randy wanted ask her out but he saw Y/n mostly hang out with Billy and stu so he thought that he wouldn't stand a chance.

"What's up Y/n, what brings you here?" Randy said

" uhmm, I came here to say 'hi' and for some movies to watch and pay for." Y/n said with a smile, but deep down, she felt like someone was watching her.

"Yeah, also if you find a movie, it's on the house you don't have to pay." Randy said as he smiled at Y/n.

"Thank you, randy your the best." Y/n said as left, looking around for some movies. Y/n looked around, but she felt someone following her she turned around, but no one was there. "Cmon y/n no one is following you get it together." Y/n said to herself as she got a little scared she turned around and jumped a little to see Billy and stu right in front of her.

"Hello, Y/n." Billy said as he smirked at Y/n as Stu smiled at Y/n. "Can you guys stop following me it's creepy." Y/n whispered a bit irritatingly.

"But stalking you is so much fun." Stu said as he giggles making Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Cmon y/n, don't be rude, after all the fun we had last night." Billy whispers in Y/n's ear, making her shudder and a bit horny.

" That was one time, and I would never do it again." Y/n said

" Really? You know lying is a sin, Y/n. You know you want to do it again and again just to make us satisfied and, most importantly, to make you satisfied." Billy said, looking deeply in Y/n's eyes.

"Plus, you moaning our names was so fucking hot, I jerk off to it every night." Stu said as wraps his arms around Y/n making her roll her eyes as Billy and stu smile at her being irritated... oh, how they love Y/n.

" and we want to play with you again." Stu whispers in Y/n's ear as he kisses the tip of her ear. " No, I'm not playing with you guys.. seriously, you both just need to leave me the hell alone." Y/n said as she got out of stu's grasp and just walked away, but Billy and stu followed her and caught up with her.

" cmon, y/n, we can't play with each other? I mean, we're friends." Stu said.

" friends don't stalk each other, kill other people, and psychotic fucks who can't keep their dicks in their pants." Y/n said as she tries to ignore them.

"I should've called the police the minute you guys showed to my house." Y/n said.

" But you didn't which tells us that you don't want us to go to jail do you?" Billy says making Y/n stop in her tracks, apart of what Billy said was true she didn't want them to go to jail. Billy and stu smiled at each other knowing that y/n didn't want to turn them in.

" What's the matter princess, cat got your tongue?" Billy chuckles as y/n was angry, wanting to punch them in the face.

" let's make a deal we'll stop following you.. if you play with us one last time." Billy said.

"Y/n wanted to say 'no' but you wanted your life back to normal and so they could stop following you and stalking you.

"Fine, it's a deal." Y/n as stu jumps up and down, and Billy smirks.

"I'm gonna go get home and get ready for this stupid sick game you want me to play." Y/n said as she rolled her eyes, leaving stu and Billy alone, walking away from them

" Are we actually gonna stop stalking her? Because stalking her was the highlight of my day." Stu said as she looked at Billy confusingly.

" Nah, I just lied to make her think we're not following her.. we're not let go of her that easily... she's special." Billy said as he watched y/n walking away from them.

"I can't wait to play hide n seek with her!!" Stu smiles like child seeing candy as he runs out the store as Billy follows behind him leaving the store.

It was 8:30 p.m., y/n was getting prepped up to play this stupid game.. hide n seek was supposed to be a fun children's game, not some game where she has hide waiting for killers to come for her in her own house. Sidney noticed that y/n was feeling a bit anxious and not herself lately, Sidney noticed how Billy and stu became very close with y/n, but she didn't say anything. Y/n heard the doorbell ring downstairs, and y/n looked at herself in the mirror, breathing in and out. Y/n made it downstairs and opened the door, seeing Billy and stu on her doorstep.

"Nice to see you again." Stu said as he steps inside y/n's home as Billy follows behind.

"Let's just get this over with so I can get my life to normal." Y/n says, rolling her eyes crossing her arms.

"Be patient, princess, you follow the rules. You'll get exactly what you want." Billy said, looking at Y/n, licking his lips.

"As you know well be playing hide n seek, you hide and we'll try to find you, if we can't find you you won and well leave you alone." Billy says, explaining the rules of the game.

" And what happens if you do find me?" Y/n questions curiosity peaking through.

"That's a surprise, I believe we can't reveal at the end of the game, butter cup." Stu says as he giggles.

As Stu started the countdown, y/n ran upstairs trying to find a hiding spot.. y/n went inside her bedroom, hiding inside the closet. Y/n was a bit scared, but she hopes she gets through this night. Y/n's hear was beating a bit, and she kinda wanted them to stop.

Y/n heard footsteps in her bedroom, Y/n saw Ghostface in her bedroom. " how the fuck do they have to change so quickly?' Y/n thought to herself.

" Come out, come out wherever you are." Ghostface said sing songly.

"Hmm, I guess you're not here. you're a very good hider, princess." Ghostface says as y/n sees him leave. Y/n quietly sighed in relief.

Ghostface appeared in front of the closet, jumscaring y/n. "Found you, doll." Ghostface says, holding his knife, opening the closet aggressively grabbing y/n as Ghostafce places her on the bed. Ghostface comes on top of y/n, tracing the knife of the skin of her face down to neck and down to her shirt. Ghostface cuts the fabric of her shirt, leaving y/n in her bra.

"God, your so fucking sexy, princess." Ghostface whispers making y/n a bit wet. Ghostface takes his mask off revealing Billy.

Billy carries y/n on top of her dresser as he kisses her making them both moan through the kiss, as Billy placed y/n on the dresser he unbuckles her pants sliding them off leaving her in her bra and underwear .

"I fucking love you know that, you make me so fucking happy." Billy whispers down y/n thighs as he kisses the inner thighs taking off her underwear. As he was about to eat y/n out stu came in the room smiling of the view of Billy and y/n.

"Aww, you didn't call me that you found her. She's not just yours, you know?" Stu said irritatingly as Billy glared at him, giving him a look.

Billy goes back to taking off Y/n's underwear going in between her thighs kissing until he kisses her heat making y/n gasp in pleasure as y/n was about to moan stu kisses her swallowing her moans as Billy eats her out.

Stu and y/n continue making out, as Y/n moans as she felts like she was gonna cum. "I'm gonna cum." Y/n says out of breath but still continuing making out with stu as she wraps her arms around him but takes off his shirt.

Y/n moans loudly as Billy gets out of y/n's thighs as he wipes some cum off. "I think we should give y/n a little reward, don't you think, stu?" Billy said smirking as stu smiles.

" Yeah, we do." Stu said, looking at y/n with so much lust in his eyes. Stu unzips his pants and underwear, leaving him bare right in front of y/n. Y/n licked her lips at the sight of stubs cock.

" come suck on my cock, baby." Stu said smirking at Y/n. Y/n came to stu kissing his chest stomach and down to his dick. Y/n suck the kitten licked the tip of his dick making him groan as y/n bobbed her head going up and down. Stu had the best blow job in his life, before he killed Casey she wasn't really good at giving head so he never really knew how good a blow job felt, but now that y/n is sucking him off he felt so good.

" cmon, don't leave Billy hanging, sweetheart." Stu teases as y/n continues sucking stu off she see the tent growing Billy's pants, Billy's was so turned on how you look so good sucking on stubs cock without gagging, stu and Billy's were madly in love and devoted to you.

Y/n lightly grabbed Billy's pants as she unbuckles his pants with one hand still focusing on sucking stu's dick, y/n started jerking of Billy, making him close his eyes groaning in pleasure. Y/n smiling on the outside as she is happy at the sight of Billy and stu be such a moaning mess for her. y/n was still jerking Billy off with one hand not getting tired.

Stu and Billy both groaned as y/n swallow stu's cum and y/n sucks off the cum Billy placed on her hand, looking at the both of them as she sucks off the cum seductively but somehow innocently.

Y/n got up from the ground kissing stu and Billy on the cheek as all of them put on their clothes. "That was awesome. You are really special with your hands and mouth." Stu said as y/n lightly laughed.

"Hey, would you like to come to my party? My parents aren't gonna be home since they're gonna be at work." Stu said as he zipped his pants back up. "Yeah, sure I'll be there." Y/n smiled at stu.

" Awesome, we'll see you there." Stu said as pecks y/n the lips quickly and energetically as Billy kisses y/n on the forehead. " Goodnight, princess." Billy says, leaving y/n's room.

Y/n plopped down, laying in her bed. Something in her gut felt happy but a bit scared. She felt like stu and Billy were gonna be up to something at this party... y/n didn't know what to feel she loved both Billy and stu, and she knows that they are both into her. But the guilt is eating her up.

"I'm probably gonna have to go to therapy after this." Y/n says to herself as she turns off her lights going to sleep.

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

annie, on a monday

in one of her final meetings with her mentor, dr. lawrence, he looked at annie and asked her if he could be candid.

annie was nonplussed. "what would ever indicate to you that you can't be candid with me?"

"i guess what i mean is, can i say something a little risque?"

annie laughed. "you're not going to ask me out are you, doctor?"

"no, i just wanted to tell you that by virtue of you being who you are -- i mean, a younger woman, and how you look -- patients are going to want to talk to you about sex a lot."

"how i look?"

"i mean that you are an attractive young woman."

annie immediately felt defensive. not because of the compliment, but because she understood that dr. lawrence was insinuating something about her.

"you don't think i can handle hearing about sex? i'm an adult. i have sex."

"what i want to caution you about -- and i can tell you're getting defensive but don't. just hear this. you don't want to ever seen shocked."

"why would i seem shocked?"

"you know rebecca?" dr. lawrence said, referring to one of annie's fellow graduates.

"yeah," annie said.

"i recently jerked off on her chest in this office while she masturbated."

"oh," annie said.

"see?" he said. "you look appalled."

"well, it's kind of a professional violation--in this office?"

"after she finished her program rebecca admitted to sexual feelings for me, which we agreed were best not to act on."

"other than jerking off?"

"that was the compromise."

"and you fucking... came on her." annie was trying to speak about in a matter of fact way. she understood she was bright red.

"people do things like that," he said. "people do it a lot. and when they tell you, it's best not to blush."

"okay," annie said. "god. ok, i see your point, much as i detest the way you went about making it."

"my honest professional advice is that you should try to act out a little more, sexually. you should get a little more experience under your belt, no pun intended."

"i have experience."

"how many sexual partners have you had?"

annie scoffed. "three."

"and you are 26 years old."

"25!" annie said. "i'll be 26 in two months."

"well, you're below average. and these were all long-term monogamous relationships, correct?"

"yes. so what?"

"and all with men?"

"yeah, i'm straight," annie said.

"you can still experiment," he said.

"thanks for you permission," annie snapped.

"i suppose i am saying you should experiment," he said. "you're a student of the mind, and of the world. you owe it to yourself professionally to see more of it."

when annie furiously (and somewhat drunkenly) recounted this conversation to her best friend julia later that evening, she searched for a matching outrage in her face and was immediately horrified to not find it.

"when did you and john break up, like three months ago?"

"yes, thanks for the reminder," annie said.

"and be real with me--how many times have you even masturbated since then?"

"i don't know. it has been a busy time," annie said. "finishing school and everything? maybe three times."

"i masturbated three times yesterday," julia said.

"no wonder you're always late," annie joked.

they were at a bar, but an hour later or so, on their way into annie's apartment, julia kissed her.

"whoa," annie said.

"relax," julia said. "we should fuck."

"what?" annie said.

"you know, we should follow the good doctor's advice! loosen you up a little. i've been thinking about it and i think our friendship could withstand this. we've already seen each other naked."

"at the gym," annie said. "kind of a different context."

"doesn't have to be," julia said. "think of it as a little more exercise."

julia was unbuttoning her blouse. annie's breath picked up involuntarly. "you really mean it?"

"sure," julia said. "i've eaten pussy before. why not yours?"

"i really didn't expect this," annie said, watching julia pull her jeans down. she had on very casual gray and white cotton panties, much like the ones annie was pretty sure she had on. she was no longer sure. julia took one of annie's shaky hands and put it on her full, bare breast.

"live a little," julia urged, kissing her again.

it did feel good to kiss. annie leaned into it, forgetting herself for a moment -- a sensation she suddenly craved again. she pulled away from julia's kiss but moved to her neck. julia moaned appreciatively. annie ran her thumb across julia's nipple and felt it become erect. she giggled.

"do you want to keep going?" julia asked breathlessly.

"yes," annie sighed.

they got into her bed, undressing entirely on either side of it, looking at each other's bodies. annie admired the geometric precision of julia's bush -- it was shaped and trimmed. annie's was a mess -- when she'd been with john she'd been shaving completely, but had stopped altogether a few weeks before their breakup. julia clicked her tongue appreciatively at it, though, and moments later, on the bed, julia's face was between her legs.

"oh my god!" annie gasped. it was already better oral sex than she'd ever received. julia laughed. "settle in, babe," she said.

six minutes later, annie was cumming so hard she felt like she briefly lost consciousness. dazed, naked, and giggling as julia sat up and wiped her mouth, annie realized maybe there was something to what dr. lawrence was saying. impulsively, she grabbed her phone and took a picture of julia kneeling naked between her legs, her own bush glowing a little in the lamplight. she sent it to dr. lawrence. "look at me being sexual experimental!" she wrote. "good girl," he replied.

annie hated that his response made her a little dizzy. maybe it was still the orgasm.

she put julia on her back and did her best to reciprocate.

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 1

Summary: "They say they want to make the monarchy more modern, to be closer to the people, but then your parents would prefer it if you married a guy whose Godfather is the freaking Prince of Monaco, instead of a guy from Kingston." Or the love story between Princess Eleanor, heir to the British throne, and Declan Rice, English football player. 

Author’s note: This story has been sitting on my drafts for maybe two months because I never was completely happy with it, and tbh, I still feel the same. Though sometimes those are the ones people like the most 😂 I got inspired to write it during the World Cup when people here in Spain went crazy about the idea of Princess Leonor and Gavi dating and him becoming the future King because she, apparently, is her fan and has a crush on him 😅 That's why on this story, the British Royal family has the name of the Spanish one 😁   Hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

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"Ok, ask me one more."

"Dad..."

"Just one more, please."

"Fine" I say, rolling my eyes. "Who is that one?" I ask, pointing at the papers he has on his hands.

"That's easy. Aaron Ramsdale, goalkeeper, plays for Arsenal."

"See? You know them all. Relax."

"I just want to do this right. You are the one into sports, not me."

"You'll be fine, you already know them all from the Euros."

"Yeah" he says, letting out a big sigh. "What about you? Are you nervous?"

"Why would I be?"

"You may be meeting one of your crushers."

"I don't have a crush on anyone on the national team."

"Oh, c'mon Eleanor. You watch all their games, you must fancy at least one of them."

"I don't" I shrug.

"Not even Mason Mount? I've heard girls think he is fit."

"That he is what?" I laugh.

"Fit. That's what Sophie says about boys who are handsome and attractive."

"Yes, Sophie. But not you."

"Why? Because I'm old?"

"No, because you are the King of England."

"Whatever" he says. "You don't like anyone, then?"

"No one. So you better not try anything or do what you did when we met One Direction years ago."

"What did I do?"

"Tell Niall Horan that I had a crush on him? That I had photos of him in my room?"

"Oh, yes" he chuckles. "But don't worry, I won't do it again. I learnt my lesson."

"You better. Just imagine that someone hears something and runs to the press with it. I can already see the headlines: Princess Eleanor in love with a football player. And they'll probably pick the worst option."

"Like Grealish."

"You said it, I didn't" I laugh.

"We've arrived, sir" our driver says.

"Good, good. Are you ready?"

"Ready" I say, taking a deep breath before we step out of the car.

As part of all the media events the national football team is doing before they travel to Canada for the World Cup, we are meeting with them to say our farewells and also give them a little something to remember the occasion. And when I say we, I mean my dad, King Philip of England, and I, Princess Eleanor, heir to the throne.

"Welcome to St. George's Park, your Royal Highness" Gareth Southgate says when we walk in. "The boys are waiting over here."

"Wonderful" my dad says. "How are they feeling?"

"Ready. They can't wait to get on that plane."

After a few words from my dad and the gaffer, it's time to give the players that little something we had for them: a shirt with their number and the name of all the players who have previously worn it.

"We'll do one each, ok?" my dad tells me.

"Ok."

We start calling each player, congratulating them and posing for a photo, everything going smoothly... until it doesn't. Until I froze in place when I find myself looking at the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen.

"Your Royal Highness" he says with a smile as breathtaking as his eyes.

"Hi" I reply, my voice sounding all squeaky.

"I was looking forward to meeting you."

"Me? Really?"

"Yes, ma'am. My mum is a big fan of yours, she says you are the best royal."

"Oh, she's too kind" I giggle. I giggled. Why did I do that? What am I, 12?

"Should we pose for the photo?"

"Uh?" I ask, still looking at him. How is he real? How is it possible that I had never noticed that Declan Rice was this handsome?

"The photo, Eleanor" my dad says behind me.

"Oh, yes, sorry. The photo" I repeat, trying to compose myself a bit.

"Big smiles... Perfect" the photographer says.

"Thank you" Declan smiles, taking the box where the shirt is, our fingers touching slightly but making me feel electricity through my whole body. And call me crazy, but judging by the way he looked at me when it happened, he felt the same.

Once we are done giving all the shirts, Southgate gives my dad and I a tour of St. George's Park, but I can't stop thinking about Declan. About his eyes, his smile, about the way that small touch made me feel. I still don't know how I managed to keep going, to be honest.

When we walk outside, some players are practicing free kicks on the training pitch, Declan among them.

"Eleanor, why don't you show these boys how it is done?" my dad says.

"What?"

"We all saw you training with the lionesses, ma'am. That right foot of yours can do things" Mount chuckles.

"But I'm not wearing the right shoes."

"C'mon, ma'am" Southgate insists.

"Ok, then. But if I end up breaking a window, or worse, my ankle... it is your fault" I say, making them all laugh.

"Ready, Rambo?" Rashford asks before shooting.

"Give me your best!" Ramsdale shouts.

"That was so good" my dad says when Rashford scores. "Your turn now, darling."

"Ma'am" Declan says, giving me a ball.

"Thank you" I reply, trying to avoid looking at him, my cheeks already getting hot. "Don't go soft on me, Ramsdale."

"I won't, ma'am" he says with that big smile of his.

"See?" I sigh after shooting and sending the ball far far away. "Wrong shoes."

"Try again" Declan says, putting another ball in front of me. "I know you can do it."

"Will you pay for the window I'm going to break?"

"And I'll carry you to the infirmary myself if you break your ankle" he smirks, making me feel funny things on my stomach, and my father clear his throat behind us.

"Ok" I whisper, trying to forget the thought of his arms around me and taking a deep breath, focusing only on the ball.

"I knew it!" Declan says next to me when the ball goes in, Ramsdale not being able to stop it.

"You believed in me more than I did."

"I've seen you play before, I know what you can do."

"You have?"

"Yep. When you were like... 15? You played a charity game in my area and my mum took the whole family to watch you. I remember that you scored and amazing free kick."

"Oh, wow. I don't know if I remember that day" I chuckle. "I'll have to check the photos back home. I may even see you."

"I didn't look this good, tho. You may not recognize me" Declan says with a cheeky smile.

"But you still had the same eyes, didn't you? Those are hard to miss."

"Thank you, ma'am" he replies, his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. Did I just make him blush? Me? Oh, wow. "I also remember that I didn't expect a princess to play football like that."

"What did you expect, then?" I ask, raising a brow.

"I don't know" he shrugs. "Maybe that you enjoyed other type of sports, like cricket or that thing with the horses."

"Equestrianism."

"That one, yes."

"Posh sports."

"Yeah..." he chuckles, scratching the back of his head and making the muscles on his arm pop. Why did he have to do that when I was finally acting normal around him, maybe even flirting? Now I'm stuck again just looking at him.

"We must go, Eleanor."

"What?"

"It's time for us to go, the boys have to train" my dad says.

"Oh, yes, of course."

"It was really nice meeting you, ma'am" Declan says.

"You too."

"See you in Canada?"

"See you in Canada" I repeat

"Great" he says with a big smile that makes whatever I'm feeling on my stomach be more intense. "Until then."

"Bye" I say, definitely smiling like an idiot.

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"That was nice, wasn't it?" my dad says once we are back in the car.

"Really nice, yes."

"Fell in love with any of them?"

"What?" I say, feeling my cheeks getting hotter and hotter by the second.

"I was only joking, relax."

"Oh" I reply with a nervous laugh.

"You are a clever girl. You know that you can't fall in love with a football player."

"Why not? You married mum and she was a journalist."

"One with a degree and a PhD, a serious career. These boys have nothing beyond money and being good looking. At least some of them" he chuckles.

"These days more and more players are studying while playing, tho" I point out.

"Still, it isn't enough. You are meant to be the next Queen of England. You must marry accordingly."

"Dad, this isn't the 15th century."

"I know, I know. But there are certain things that must still be kept in mind. So when you travel to Canada to support the team, do not fall for any of them, ok?" he laughs.

"Ok" I say, rolling my eyes and looking out the window, thinking that it may be a bit late for that.

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A Misunderstanding - Lo’ak x reader

Summary: the reader misinterprets an interaction between her sister and her crush, Lo’ak after telling her about her new found feelings

Warnings: angst with fluff at the end

Please do not judge this is my first ever post of a fan fiction. I hope you enjoy :)

Readers pov: 

Giggling, Tsireya teases me about the words that had just left my mouth. “You find Lo’ak attractive?” “Yeah but I don’t like him… that’s so weird… I don't like him.” I fumble, trying to justify the situation I had just put myself in, realising my older sister has gotten me in an awkward position. “Oh please! Don’t think I didn’t see you blushing when you two had your first interaction. ‘Hey’ he said and you were all like ‘oh new boy choose me. Love me.’” She mocked with breaks for laughter in between. “That’s disgusting I never said that. I said hey back. They were new and he was being nice.” “Yeah but you were thinking it.” She whispered with a smirk on her face. 

Thinking back to when the Sully family first introduced themselves, I remember riding my Ilu over to the newcomers shortly after the arrival of the Ikrans. As I stepped out of the water I sensed eyes on me. Looking up I locked eyes with one of the Toruk Makto’s sons. I recall my first thoughts being ‘he looks my age’ and ‘he’s quite cute’. 

“Don't think that when Aonung was inspecting the forest people. You weren’t specifically analysing the features of the second son.” She was obviously hinting at Lo’ak. As i thought her verbal torture was over, she continued. I’ve come to learn that when she goes off on a tangent, it’s best to let her rather than stop her; resulting in digging yourself into a deeper hole. So I sit and wait for my misery to end. “In fact you were not only intrigued about the forest peoples’ looks. You were checking Lo’ak out. I saw the eyes you were giving him.” That’s it. I pounced at her as I started a war. War…more like a play fight, but considering her recent accusations it might as well be.

After a good few minutes it ended with me being tickled by Tsireya. “Pl…please…s..stop’” I just about get out through laughs. She smiled evilly at me as if she had a plan. “I will do when you admit your crush on Lo’ak.” Damn I can’t get out of this now. Normally I kick her and escape before ever saying my truth but I had grown tired from the laughter that had been released. There’s no going back now. I have to go through with it and accept inevitable teasing from my older sister who has had more experience with boys than me. I’ve never felt anything like this before, but I know from when Aonung had his first crush, Tsireya teased him for his feelings and I knew she would do the same to me. 

However there was no other way so I just had to put up with giving in. “Ok, ok fine. I like Lo’ak.” I whispered due to lack of breath, knowing she would hear me. Thankfully she did and stopped the tickling but unfortunately, she maintained her grip on me. “I’m sorry what was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” She pushed forcing me to say it again. Grumpily I repeated “I like Lo’ak ok. Now will you please get off me!” Tsireya smiled down at me as she released me. She began to laugh and soon after I joined in, finding amusement into the past few minutes. After recovering she thought it about be a good idea to see much I liked him. Whatever that means. She began to quiz me as the mood changed, from a chaotic, buzzing atmosphere to a calm, trusting one. “When did you first realise you liked him?” “When i was teaching him all day how to breathe correctly and at the end he was able to collect the shell. He was willing to learn, you know. And his efforts had payed off. He was so happy with himself.” Smiling to myself I look down reminiscing the memory. “Aw look at you grinning. You really like him don't you.” Early I wouldn’t have answered but after spilling my heart out I might as well. “Yeah I do.” “Little sis has gotten herself a first crush and now she’s in love.” She lightly teased, poking my arm as I gave her a glare.

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Tsireya pov:

After getting Y/n to admit her infatuation for Lo’ak I made it my mission to find out if said feelings were reciprocated. As the evening began, I went out on a search to find Lo’ak. Fortunately not too far from where I was standing I spotted the boy. He was sitting on the sand fiddling with something in his hands. Walking over I notice the said object he was holding was the shell Y/n gave him to collect. 

He kept it. It must of meant something to him for him to keep it. This made me come to the conclusion that what I was about to ask, would have the result I hoped for. 

“Hey, can I join you?” “Sure.” “What’s that in your hand?” I questioned as I sat down. Obviously I knew what it was I just wanted to figure out why he still had it. “It’s a shell Y/n gave me to collect when she was teaching me to hold my breath.” “Why’d you keep it?” Now I’m getting to the good bit. I prayed to Eywa that he’s kept to for a certain reason. “I don't know?” Ugh. This boy. I will get it out of him one way or another. “I can tell you do know. You’re just not willing to admit it to me. Does it have something to do with my sister Y/n, Lo’ak?” This should do it. I’ve got him now, just like I had Y/n earlier. A light blush appeared on his cheeks as he looked down in embarrassment. To be honest I’ve always known ever since he first arrived. Since day one that boy has had eyes on Y/n. From the look he gave her as she got out the water. To his increasing heart rate when she tried to help him slow it down by putting pressure on his torso. All things Y/n might not have noticed the intention. However, I did and can tell that that boy fell at first sight. Now I just need to get him to confess. “It does have something to do with her doesn’t it?” I glanced at him with a knowing look. I continued though, “I’ve seen how you look at her. That not how someone who wants a friendship looks at someone else. You like her don’t you?” Please Eywa. Please see what I have seen. 

After what felt like an eternity he finally speaks up. 

“Yeah I do.” 

Thank you Eywa. Thank you, thank you. Lo’ak looked up at me bashfully. I let out a laugh. I couldn’t hold it in this whole situation was too funny. “What?” Lo’ak asked worriedly thinking he did something wrong. 

Damn this boy is a nervous wreck. “Calm down lover boy.” I teased. Playfully, he hit me and then regained his embarrassment. “I’d say love at first sight.” I continued to push his buttons as he slams his hand over my mouth to shut me up. “You’re not funny. I wish I hadn’t said anything now.” “I’m sorry I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that I just find love very cute.”

Y/n pov: 

I was a beautiful evening the waves were calm and there was little to no breeze. I had decided to go on a walk to clear my head. I hadn’t gone far from my family’s pod until a pair caught my eye. Curiously I wandered quietly over to see who the pair were. 

Tsireya and Lo’ak. 

Confused I tried to get closer to hear what they were saying but to my dismay I couldn’t without being spotted so I had to rely on body language. As I watched intently, I had gotten as far as understanding that they were talking about something which annoyingly, I still couldn’t hear. I carried on watching and within moments, even with the dark, I noticed a blush appear on Lo’ak’s face and saw him try and hide it from embarrassment. Glumly, I continued to watch. Tsireya laughs as Lo’ak playfully slaps her. I might not hear what was being said but I could clearly tell he preferred her over me so there was no point of ever telling him how I feel. A tear rolled down my face from pain that I didn’t know had built up. Humiliated I got up and fled. 

How could she do this to me. Flirting with the guy I only a few hours ago I confessed my love for to her, and now shes off with him at night laughing and joking around. I ran and didn’t look back. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I wanted to erase my memory of what I had just witnessed. Running as quick as possible I began to struggle as tears cloud my eyes and threaten to pour out. I hadn’t noticed the rock in the path as i tripped and fell. It didn’t hurt too bad badly but with everything that had just unfolded I began to sob. Fortunately, no one saw me as I got back up and sprinted back to my Marui pod and into my room, I wanted to scream and shout and cry as loud as possible but I knew I couldn’t. I paced around my room trying to contain my sorrows. Mixed with anger and sadness I processed what I had seen. They seemed happy, why should I get between that?

But I told her though she knew how I felt and in plain view she clearly flirted with him. 

Tired I crumbled onto my bed feeling worthless. Why would anyone like me? They could have my amazing sister. Always second. Second to mother. Second to father. Second to Anuong. Second, second, second and now it seems like I’m second to Lo’ak. I turned over so my back faced to anyone who enters. Tears re-entered my eyes and rolled slowly down my cheek as I fell into a dreamless sleep.

────︒✿ཾ∘∗✽ᜒࠬ. ────

A calm breeze woke me up. Tears dried to my face I tried to scrub off with my hand as I walked over to the main part of the pod. To my dismay only the person who I didn’t want to see was there.

Tsireya.

“Hey little sis” she exclaims cheerfully. Noticing my unhappy mood she questions it. “Hey what’s up with you?” I don’t really feel like talking to her so I brush her off with a “Nothing.” Unfortunately she doesn’t look convinced. “No seriously what’s up with you?” She asks calmly. However I’m not into the mood and her being so oblivious to a reason why, only fuels my anger more. I can’t deal with it I might as well let it out than let it destroy me. “YOU! THAT’S WHAT’S UP!” Confused at this burst she tries to calm me down but it does work. “Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, what do you mean me?” 

“YOU LYING. BACKSTABBING.SNAKE.” I yelled pushing her at each word.

 “I SAW YOU YESTERDAY LAUGHING AND PLAYING AROUND WITH LO’AK. AND NOT ONLY THAT WHEN YOU WERE TALKING THE BLUSH THAT WAS ON HIS FACE WHEN YOU SPOKE TO HIM. YOU MAKE HIM FLUSTERED, AND HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID TO NOT REALISE THAT HE LIKED YOU THIS WHOLE TIME. I HATE YOU. THE ONE THING I THOUGHT I HAD, GONE BECAUSE OF YOU!” tears streamed down my face that I hadn’t realised had until I stopped yelling. Though I had just been yelling at her, Tsireya looked calm and composed. “WHAT?” I partially hiss at her. “I’m sorry.” She exclaimed. I knew it, I had been proven right. Tears continued to spill over the edge as i faced the truth. “Please stop crying and let me explain.” That did it, she wanted to explain Lo’ak’s feelings for her. No thank you. “NO WHY WOULD I HUH? 

“BECAUSE HE LIKES YOU, Y/N. NOT ME.”

I stopped in my tracked to register what she had just said, my tears had finally slowed when hearing her words. “He likes you, Y/n. Not me you.” The words finally formed in my brain as guilt set in due to my resent outburst. “Tsireya… I am so sorry for yelling at me and…” Despite my apology not being finished, Tsireya pulled me in to a hug in which I gladly accepted. “No I’m sorry Y/n. Now thinking back, it would look suspicious for me to say something and form him to become a blushing mess. I’m so sorry I made it look like that.” “No don't apologise. You didn’t even know I was there so how could not how to act.” “Please let me explain…” pulling away from our hug.

As I listen to her story. I realise how wrong I was for believing he liked her not me. “He was holding your shell the whole time.” Now it was my turn to become a blushing mess. “He blushed because I brought up you and asked him whether he had a crush on you. And he admitted it.” I looked up at her smiled widely. “Go find him, girl.” With that I ran. I ran as fast as I could to find him. I needed to find him. I had to find him. As I spotted him, he took looked around frantically for someone as well. I ran towards him down the winding path I noticed his eyes light up when he spotted me as well. We both ran toward one another and nearly crashed into each other. Only stopping by hold onto each other. My hand on his chest and his on my waist. “Hey.” “Hey.” We awkwardly spoke to each other. Don’t mess this up now. “I have something to tell you-” We both spoke together. “You go first.” I told him, feeling that if I could wait then I could wait now. “But ladies should go first-” “Lo’ak just say what you were going to say.” He took a moment to gain composure before beginning. “Ever since I set eyes on you I have been infatuated by you not just your beauty but you kind heart and your determination to help people. I can’t stop thinking about you. Night and day my mind thinks of only you.” Without realising I get emotional at his confession. Only do I realise when he wipes under my eyes with the back of his finger. “Please don’t cry.” I laugh and once he knows I’m okay he continues on “I have never met anyone like you in my life before. You are blessing. I love you.” 

The last words come as I shock as my breath hitches in the back of my throat. 

“Say that again.” “Y/n, I love you.” “Say it again a thousand times.” I laugh as he grabs me by the waist and pulls me against his body. “I’ll say it until I get sick of saying it, if that’s what it takes for you to comprehend my love for you.” He closes the gap between us as he leans down and kisses my lips. Butterflies soar in my stomach as our lips move in-sync with each other. After a short time I break the kiss “I love you Lo’ak.” I say, his lips turning into the sweetest smile I've ever seen. “I love you Y/n.” He says again as he goes in for another kiss.

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💆 and 🏘 for yuu if thats alright?

OK- so a lot of yall asked for the same emojis SO i'm gonna format Yuu's all in one post then do another for Jocia+Ezra-

UHHH DJJDJD THIS IS MY FIRST TIME ANSWERING QUESTIONS IN CHARACTER so lets say the default text is me/narrator then orange is Yuu

@ceruleancattail @the-trinket-witch @rabioa @scint1llat3

💆how do you relax?

"Well, let's get right into it then, shall we?" Yuu clasped her hands together, a sly smile spreading onto her lips, "Relaxation... well I guess listening to music would be my go to. Genre doesn't matter to me mostly," The woman tapped her chin, lightly humming as she thought, "Though I suppose my definition of 'relaxing' isn't exactly universal... I often enjoy getting up and around and even dancing a bit, maybe having a quick chat as well... it helps me center myself. Too many thoughts in this big brain of mine sometimes!~ A way to focus is most definitely what relaxation is to me. Some people find it chaotic, but I don't care about some people. It's fun to me. Besides, it's not like I never sit down and rest."

🏘️where's your happy place?

"Huh... some of these questions are rather deep, aren't they?" Yuu cleared her throat, doing her best to keep a neutral expression, "Much like a lot of people, my happy place isn't an actual PLACE. It is more like a state. All that being said, I'm... not quite sure. Not to say that I'm not happy, of course! There are hard times and good times, but I suppose I'm still trying my best to find such a 'place' for me in this new world. Let's call this one a work in progress, yes? I'll get there eventually, not to worry. I have my plans, of course~"

✏️What are your hobbies?

"Oh! This is a fun one. I'm a musician. I have been taking band and theater courses my whole life," Yuu lifted her head triumphantly, gladly taking the opportunity to brag, "Singing, acting, playing instruments... I managed to get into a pretty prestigious performing arts school back home, and what more could one ask for than to spend their life doing what they love?" Her peppiness suddenly dropped, resulting in a roll of her eyes, "Not that it's useful now that I'm stuck here though. Damn Crowley."

🥣what's your favorite food?

"Bungeoppang!" The prefect chirped, leaning forward in her (imaginary) seat for this (imaginary) interview, "Or, ah- taiyaki, or bread with a sweet red bean filling. I was trying to learn more about my ancestry, and came across this pastry thanks to my father. Originally I didn't think I was the biggest fan of sweets, but, wow~ Only then, after I fell in love with it, did I learn it wasn't even a traditional dish from my father's home... figures. Nonetheless! You'll have to try some!"

"Ah, Here's a fun fact for you, I learned the language a long time ago along with trying to learn more about my family's history, but no one here seems to recognize it, which... makes sense, I guess. It was a bummer at first, but then I learned I can simply say whatever I want without them understanding me. What a breath of fresh air~"

The woman momentarily giggled, "...배고파요"

🙂where do your morals lie?

"Hmph. What a complete 180 of a question..." Her lips pursed into a pout. She offered up a quick glare, but it didn't last very long at all, "I'm just trying my best to exist and let others exist at the moment!" She beamed with the flip of a switch, her suspiciously innocent smile nearly blinding. She kept this one brief. Barely an answer.

🥰do you think you're attractive?

"Yes," The woman answered... almost too quickly, "I like how I look. I spend a lot of time on myself, so it's only natural to get a bit of an ego boost from that, yes? Confidence is a healthy thing! I spent a lot of time carefully crafting my sense of style, it makes me feel... like me." Yuu momentarily fluttered her lashes, accompanied by laughter through a rhythmic tease, "Come onnnn~ you get it, right? You know I'm just a sweetheart? Completely innocent and well-meaning? Aren't I just like a princess? Of COURSE I'm attractive."

😍are you a romantic?

"....Hm," The woman paused, thinking deeply about the question in a moment of silence, "It depends on what your definition of 'romantic' is in this case, but I'd say I'm rather neutral. It's been awhile since I've been in a relationship myself, so I can't really say for sure..." Yuu tilted her head, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned back in her seat. Striking a pose to simply ponder.

"I'm not a hopeless romantic, but I highly value romantic gestures. Does that make sense? I particularly value physical touch along with gift receiving as far as love language goes. At least, that's how it used to be with my ex-girlfriend. I don't think that has changed too much. So, hey! If you're interested, feel free to just hand over your credit card as a gift, I'll get back to you," The woman finished with a joke, attempting to turn the mood away from being sour.

"ALSO HELLO YUU SHI YOU ARE GORGEOUS HELLO LIKE ARE YOU AN ANGLE FROM HEAVEN??? CAUSE YOU'RE A-CUTE"

The prefect blinked, leaving an uncomfortable amount of awkward silence as she read the words on the page of (imaginary) interview questions.

She held back a snort, doing her best to hide a guilty grin along with her horrible sense of humor, "Wh-Who wrote this? Who wrote these questions?" She giggled to herself, setting down the page in finality, "Sevens, that's awful... I love it. I'm well aware, but thank you. I needed the laugh today."

"Will that be all?"

Ask game!

[mulletmitsuya]

Toman groupchat

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, homophobia (as a joke), and one poop mention

Desc: the boys are trying to find out how cat boys defecate

Mikey: it doesn't matter

Mikey: if Kazutora was a real cat boy he would shit in a litter box

Mikey: that's all i'm saying🤷‍♂️

Baji: don't say that then tf??

Mitsuya: usually i don't ask but this seemed unprovoked

Mitsuya: what are you guys talking about

Mitsuya: i'm gonna regret asking this tbh

Kazutora: i shit in the toilet just fine thank you

Kazutora: and i never claimed to be a cat boy😭. i'm just a boy that loves cats

Mikey: you said, and i quote "yeah i think i'm a catboy"

Mikey: fucking slut

Draken: then leave him alone? like what's the issue

Mikey: oh here comes sensible Ken-chin to save the day with his common sense that will most likely save hours of arguing🙄

Draken: 😐

Kazutora: ok fine maybe i said that but i didn't mean it like that. i meant i was a boy who also happened to like cats. Mikey you aren't listening to me

Kazutora: also why am i a slut???

Chifuyu: i mean

Kazutora: bro??

Chifuyu: no i'm joking lol

Baji: he's not

Mikey: it's your waist

Mikey: and your piercings

Mikey: you're a literal whore

Draken: Mikey

Draken: shut the fuck up

Baji: go fuck his sister to spite him

Draken: dude

Draken: can you ever be normal

Baji: nah

Kazutora: nothing's wrong with my waist?

Baji: you wear crop tops sometimes

Mikey: and your twink like, feminine like, small torso tempts those around you

Baji: don't get me started on those nipple piercing bruh, had me creaming all over the place

Mikey: chill😕

Mitsuya: of course

Mitsuya: of course this is an argument you guys are having

Kazutora: I'M JUST STANDING HERE???

Chifuyu: yeah guys leave him alone

Baji: are you typing with both hands? 🤨

Chifuyu: yes????

Chifuyu: 😭

Smiley: these damned homosexuals bruh

Smiley: sorry thought i was dming Angry

Angry: homosexuals are fine!

Angry: Smiley's homophobic, not me

Angry: please keep that in mind

Angry: i was going to reply with something along the lines "well i like gay people because they slay"

Kazutora: idk man i just feel like i'm being attacked for no reason

Mikey: stop being slutty then!

Baji: only be slutty in our apartment bro

Baji: problem solved 👍

Mikey: wait

Mikey: bro chill i was joking

Mikey: dress anyway you like fr

Draken: don't listen to them Kazutora, they're all delusional

Kazutora: ok...

Kazutora: i am a boy that likes cats and that is all

Hakkai: sorry to interrupt

Hakkai: but does that mean that Inupi's a dog boy

Koko: puppy boy in particular

Angry: bro came out of nowhere

Mikey: lol

Mikey: came out

Mikey: get it

Mikey: cause he's gay

Angry: i believe it's bi

Kazutora: i don't think it's gay to think Inupi's hot

Mikey: why not

Kazutora: he's pretty like a girl

Mikey: he has a dick and balls

Kazutora: ok fine 🙁

Smiley: koko and inupi

Smiley: they're the gays i hate the most tbh

Draken: dude can u stop 🤨

Smiley: no

Smiley: watch me tell Emma you're half gay

Draken: she knows mf😐

Smiley: i wanna call you guys a homophobic slur so bad rn

Kazutora: dude you can't do that

Kazutora: it'll hurt Baji's feelings

Baji: nah i'll just beat his ass

Kazutora: lol cause you're gay

Baji: ...

Baji: yeah?

Kazutora: what?

Baji: yeah? cause i like dudes?

Kazutora: ...

Kazutora: 😯

Baji: ain't no way bruh

Mikey: Tora you fucking idiot man

Draken: L

Kazutora: what'd i do???

Baji: did u think me being attracted to men was a joke

Kazutora: yes...

Kazutora: it's not??

Chifuyu: 😟

Baji: so all the times i physically grabbed your ass...that didn't ring a bell?

Mikey: or the times he stared deeply into your eyes and told you he loved you

Kazutora: i thought you were being sus with the homies

Baji: c'mon man

Baji: bro this isn't even funny

Baji: i thought we had smth fr

Mikey:

Mikey: Kazutora rn lol

Chifuyu: 💀

Draken: lmao

Smiley: Draken chuckled ☺

Smiley: he found the joke funny🤣🤣🤣🤣

Draken: let's go outside

Smiley: nah bruh you gon beat my ass

Kazutora: Baji let's talk bruh

Angry: he emphasized the 'bruh' which means he doesn't have romantic feelings for you

Angry: sorry Baji

Baji: fuck off megamind pubes head ass

Mikey:

Mikey: Baji rn

Baji: i'm gonna shove a cactus in every crevice of you body

Mikey: bro's mad

Baji: ayt

*Baji has gone offline*

Mikey: bro thinks i'm scared

Draken: why r you trying to find a place to hide

Mikey: i'm just looking for my phone

Draken: ...alr

Draken: ...

Mitsuya: what

Draken: Baji

Draken: where'd you get a cactus that big that fast?????

[marvelwifesupernaturalmistress]

So I just finished Good Omens recently and I have a couple things to say and my family and friends are so done with my rants about different movies and TV shows.

1: Holy shit that was a good show! I honestly didn't expect much from the show but holy shit it blew me away with how good it was. It was comedic and I found myself laughing so much and it was so beautifully written the characters are just top tier amazing and wow what I'd give to just continuously rewatch it as if it's my first time watching it.

2: I watched supernatural and I thought wow never gonna find another show like this. One that brings me joy and sadness then I found this fucking wonderful amazing show! AND it made me even more sad like what the fuck how do I keep coming across shows that cause me so much fucking pain. Also can we talk about the parallels between the two shows. Oh look two characters working together to stop the end of the world one a demon and one's an angel, counting Dean a demon solely for this post plus demon Dean did exist, both are oh so obviously in love with each other but neither will admit it, most of the angels are dicks and we all hate metatron, there's a demon named Crowley and many more. I mean look at the similarities between Dean and Crowley. Both are in love with their angel best friend, both are absolutely in love with their car, love classic rock, both are some sassy bitches, both don't want to show their emotions but are big softies, and are both the better looking person in the couple (in my opinion). Then look at the similarities between Aziraphale and Crowley. Both are angels in trench coats who are in love with their best friend, they are manipulated, complicated, traumatized, beautiful angels, both have trouble understanding (some) human expressions, and both struggle with their loyalty to heaven. Also, is it just me or does the first like 10 seconds of End Titles- the one that got left in the car from Good Omens kinda sound like it could be a beginning to a Supernatural opening credits or is it just me?

3: My God David Tennant is FINE like I've seen his face sometimes haven't really seen him in much and was like ok yeah he's attractive and moved on. But then I saw him in this and I'm like wow now I get what everyone's talking about. Like just ahhh this man is fucking attractive! I'm honestly ashamed of myself for taking so long to realize.

4: So TikTok in all its wonderfulness blessed/cursed me with a bunch of Good Omens content the day after I finished watching good Omens. Including a looooooooot of people cosplaying as Crowley. And may I just say the people who cosplay him are fine as fuck! I mean it's really hard to dress up as Crowley and not look attractive I mean Crowley is a style icon. But holy shit the people are so fucking good looking like I just can't. My sexuality does a nose dive off the empire state building when looking at them. I was talking to a friend about it and she said it's a case of wanting to be with them or be them and I disagree. I want to be with them all. Just holy shit you want to look good dress like Crowley you'll look fantastic.

5: The effect this show has had on my life is insane. I have been obsessed with listening to Queen since I finished the show. Which I'm not complaining about at all they were my favorite and still are my favorite band before I even watched the show. I have barely listened to something that wasn't Queen or songs from the show since I binge watched the show. I'm listening to another one bites the dust while typing this. Once again not complaining. Also, did anyone else want to dye their hair like Crowley's when they finished the show? Cause I do. I have been blonde my whole life and never wanted to change it and now I want it red. And I need to know if I'm alone in this or not to determine how alarmed I should be.

6: They had no right making the relationship of Crowley and Aziraphale they way they did. First they made them friends who obviously were in love with each other but hid it then they give us them acting basically as a married couple being so fucking adorable and me just wanting the type of love they have for them to give us that ending of season two! I'm not gonna lie if my dad wasn't up and calmed me down I either would've spontaneously combusted from my literally shaking anger or went on a spree. Not sure what type of spree but a spree of some kind.

7: How all of you wonderful people didn't riot or harm Neil Gaiman is beyond me. First when season 1 ended y'all had to wait 2 years to even get a green light that there was gonna be a season 2 and then another 2 for it to finally come out. And then for the season final of season 2 to happen where then you had to wait even longer for season 3 to be greenlight is just you all have a greater will power than me. I'm coming into this with two seasons and a third confirmed so a round of applause to y'all. And now I completely understand why I kept hearing people say they hated Neil Gaiman and stuff like that.

And finally on a somewhat unrelated note I'm planning to watch Doctor who since I'm about to finish another show where can I find it and what order do I watch it in? I've heard many different answers on the order.

Thanks everyone for coming to my rant y'all are wonderful and everyone have a wonderful day!<3

[k-s-morgan]

Hi, I hope you are safe and sound

I've been meaning to ask you a question about asexuality but was afraid it would be too personal. Your recent post is about, so I guess it's ok to ask, but if not, feel free to skip

I'm still young enough, going through my university years, but I've never felt attraction towards anyone. Even as a teenager at school. (Now, I'm not even sure if I can love anyone as a partner) Though I like reading romantic stories and do understand when a person is 'attractive' or not. So, the question is how/when did you understand that you are asexual and do you have any tips perhaps? It's just so upsetting for me to feel pressure from not only society but also my parents who expect me to find a lover and have a family

Hello! Oh, please don't worry, I don't mind any kind of personal questions as long as they are not deliberately offensive!

Asexuality means a lack of sexual attraction to anyone, but there is such thing as aesthetic attraction, meaning that you find some people aesthetically pleasing, very beautiful, etc. From what you said, you might be referring to it. Asexuals are perfectly capable of evaluating the general attractiveness of a person and they might even have their preferred ideal of beauty.

In my case: for a long time, I was confused because I felt aesthetic attraction., and like, I adored reading and writing and watching romance stories. It's my favorite genre. All of this made me think that I’m bisexual, and I identified as such. But even when I admired a person’s beauty, it was more like admiring a painting. I felt no desire to do anything sexual with them (or anything romantic). When I saw a great character, I wanted to ship them with someone instead of seeing myself with them.

When I read about asexuality, something finally clicked, and I was thrilled with understanding who I am. I never doubted it since I found my label around 23, and I knew at that point that I’m just not attracted to people, neither romantically nor sexually. If you live that long and you never experience what other people do, to me, it's a clear indication that you're different in some way. I was excited to find the source of this difference.

The most important thing is what and how you feel. You can find a definition that describes you best and makes you feel comfortable; you can change your mind later. Many people dislike labels in general; I felt pleased when I found one, but we all have different experiences. Just try not to push yourself into something you don’t want or don’t like. Even if others don’t respect your sexuality/preferences, respect them yourself and I think (and hope) that you’ll be happy.  

I understand about feeling pressure, and I'm sorry. I wish I knew what to say here. My immediate family is very supportive, but everyone else is often annoying. I’ve never dated anyone, I never felt romantic or sexual interest to anyone; I had my first kiss + sex out of curiosity when I was 22, and it didn’t change anything in me - it was just a weird, very mechanical activity. But my friends and most of my relatives still say stuff like, “Oh, honey, you just haven’t met the right person yet! Have you tried therapy? I hope this year, you’ll find the love of your life! Would you like me to set you up with my friend?” My Mom tried to explain to her co-workers why I don’t plan on getting married, and they all refuse to accept that asexuality exists. They think I must be hiding some trauma. This is extremely offensive and infuriating. 

Sexuality is a part of who you are. I try to make people around me understand it, but they just blink at me in confusion. I ask heterosexual folks, “Why are you so sure you are straight? Maybe you just haven’t find the right man/woman.” When my aunt wished me to find a partner for the 100th time, I waited for her birthday and wished her to become a surgeon (she never had any relation or interest in medicine). She seemed to understand something, but a few months later, we were back to where we started. Still, maybe something like this could help you?

I'm comfortable and happy with myself, so while other people are a source of occasional frustration, their opinions don't really affect me.

I don't know how aggravating your situation is or might get, so the only thing I can say is that I hope you remember that your happiness with yourself matters most. You might figure out what label fits you best, you might start/keep changing them - as long as you’re comfortable with who you are, it’s all fine!

[loveandleases]

Another cheater??? You should check out for @thedoover-if it also has a cheater spouse 😭 but not with a sister though, thats just evil 👿

I wanted to ask but saw that the cheating was going on for months, how did MC find out?

And you said Jade is conflicted and regrets the cheating if MC accepts the affair? I didn't quite catch that last part of your answer of that anons ask, could you please explain it.

And will Jade try to mend her relationship with MC even if MC doesn't initiate? Because I can imagine a lot people would want nothing to do with her 😅 I mean even if that relationship is patched up its probably never gonna be the same, even with MC parents as they showed they value Jades happiness more than MC, hell they even value Chris so much they still like him,

How was MC as a child? Were they an average child compared to Jade or is it because they're ugly or something. Or is Jades beauty some OP plot armour or something that their parents didn't care for Mc? Do MCs parents love them? And can MC get in on this plot armour too 🤣🤣

Oh I love lengthy asks <3.

Hmm, this is a spoiler but oh well. MC very much witnessed the cheating themselves. As in came home after getting the dog back from the vet to find Chris and Jade in the kitchen on the counter...together.

That was my bad I cut myself off in the prior ask. So MC and Jade's relationship was good. There was no beef, no fighting, it was truly a good relationship. Jade has some regret over what happened, but Jade gets by with a lot because she was raised as a favorite child. Jade has never been innocent, but MC never expected Jade to betray them.

There will be instances where Jade tries to talk to MC about what happened, but you really don't owe it to her. So if MC chooses to just flip Jade off and get the hell out of there, Cam is waiting with the car running.

Lol no op plot armor. MC is attractive just as Jade is., in fact, some would even say more so and do. Mc excelled in school, they just couldn't outshine their older sisters limelight. Mc has Jade built up in their head as this perfect person, which resulted in MC being ok with letting Jade have the limelight, that is until now. It's like how Cam feels like he will never be able to do better than Chris. There is a reason that MC's parents treat them differently than Jade and it has to come down to the parents and not MC. (its spoilery) Mc's parents do love them, their relationship just isn't as simple with MC as it is with Jade.