#*chews popcorn faster*

[sleepis4theweak]

when u want to go to bed but... popcorn........

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ COME BACK TO ME(PLEASE ) kim minji x reader

↳ warnings this takes place during ditto era, minji is down bad, 6th member reader

minji stood frozen, her gaze locked on the ethereal girl as she glided past without stopping. every movement seemed choreographed, every step a graceful dance. time seemed to slow as minji drank in the girl's beauty—a beauty so unique, it made minji question her own perception of the word beauty. 

it was the kind of beauty that transcended mere physical appearance, captivating minji’s senses and leaving her speechless and then that specific feeling started creeping upon minji.

regret.

the feeling of realizing you messed up the best thing that could ever happen to you.

yeah, that’s what she was feeling right now.

"oh no, don't give me that look," minji turned to hanni, who shot her a scolding glance. "you broke up with her, bro. don’t act all heartbroken just because your ego got in the way."

minji’s shoulders sagged under Hanni's sharp gaze, her expression a mix of regret and frustration. "I know, I know," she muttered, “she’s just so pretty.”

minji couldn't fathom why their ceo thought it was a stroke of genius to add yn to the group after pitting her and yn against each other the entire time. It felt like a cruel joke, especially considering the rule of having only "five people" for debut for the group only to suddenly change course and introduce yn months after their debut dropped. the decision felt like a slap in the face.

like everything she did was for nothing, like letting yn go was for nothing, being an asshole was all for nothing.

“she is.” hanni  responded with no remorse, not even flinching at minji’s glare, “and I don’t know what you were thinking.” she says rubbing salt into the wound causing minji to groan and throw her head back.

"I don't know what I was thinking either," minji whispered to herself, the weight of her own words echoing in the quiet of the room. 

with a heavy sigh, she pushed herself up from the couch, a weariness settling over her like a heavy blanket. "I'm gonna go lay down," she muttered as she trudged away, her steps heavy with the burden of her thoughts.

"don’t forget we're all meeting back in the living room in an hour to watch ditto drop!" hanni’s voice called after minji, her words giving a burst of energy that clashed with minji’s mood. but minji was already disappearing down the hallway, her groan serving as a half-hearted response to hanni’s reminder.

minji kept her gaze fixed on the floor as she made her way down the hall to her room, lost in her thoughts and oblivious to the figure approaching that makes their way down to opposite side of the hall with a bag of caramel popcorn in their hands, with a sudden collision, their bodies collided, eliciting a yelp from both parties involved.

startled , minji looked up, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes met yn’s. time seemed to stand still as they locked gazes, minji momentarily forgetting how to breathe in the presence of the girl.

while the girl stuffs an handful the popcorn she already had in her hand in her mouth while clutching the bag in her other.

minji observed yn’s awkward attempt to slowly chew the sweet popcorn, her mind racing faster than her mouth could keep up. "you're still obsessed with caramel popcorn?" she blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips before she could fully process them.

yn’s eyes flicked up to meet minji’s, a hint of sheepishness coloring her expression as she swallowed the popcorn. "yeah," she admitted but immediately hardening up, “that doesn’t matter though, since nothing about me matters.” she responds quoting the older girls words causing minji to cringe.

“yn-“

"I really don't want to hear it," yn interjected quietly, cutting off minji’s attempt to speak. "you said what you had to say already," she added, her tone tinged with a hint of vulnerability before turning and walking down the hall.

minji hand instinctively reached out as if to stop her, but she hesitated, the weight of yn’s words settling heavily in her chest. With a resigned sigh, minji let her hand fall back to her side, watching silently as yn disappeared from view, the distance between them feeling wider than ever before.

she felt the weight in her chest get heavier as she turned around and headed to her room, being around yn has been so hard, the more she interacts with the girl the more she feels like she’s going to explode in tears.

minji lets herself sink into her bed and closes her eyes letting her guilty tears fall, she pulls her blanket over her and lets sleep slowly take over.

and just as she closes her eyes she opens them, when she feels an excited hyein open the door of the room, minji looks at the time, it’s been an hour since she fell asleep.

“minji unnie, get up!”the younger yells, “we have two minutes.” she says before running out the room

minji stares at the ceiling before letting out a sigh and dragging herself out of her bed, she makes her way out her room and she immediately here’s the loud noises of her members.

despite her reluctance, minji knew she couldn't stay holed up in her room forever. with a resigned sigh, she squared her shoulders and began to make her way towards the source of the commotion, steeling herself for whatever awaited her on the other side.

as soon as she walks into the living room she’s met with danielle’s of hurry’s.

minji can’t help but smile at the girls contagious excitement, but that smile immediately disappears when she sees that only spot open is the one beside yn who hasn’t looked up from her bowl of caramel popcorn since minji entered the room.

taking a deep breath to steel herself, minji forced a shaky smile and approached the couch, taking the seat beside yn.

the air between them felt charged with tension, a silent barrier that seemed to loom larger with each passing moment. despite her best efforts to ignore it, minji couldn't shake that feeling she got in her chest around yn.

she opened her mouth to whisper a greeting but was cut off by the greeting and of the other girls as the countdown started.

she played with her fingers as the screams got louder when the music video started, she couldn’t help but smile at the music video, especially the scenes where it was just her and yn, she remembers how nervous she was when the director told her that her and yn will have multiple parts alone together, the filming was so awkward but seeing how nice it tuned out made her warm inside.

feeling a gentle nudge, minji turned to look at yn, who had her eyes fixed on the music video playing on the screen. furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, minji followed yn’s gaze down to the bowl of caramel popcorn nestled between them. 

A soft smile tugged at the corners of minji’s lips as she realized yn’s subtle invitation to share the snack.

minji reached out and scooped up a handful of the sweet and salty treat, the warmth of yn’s gesture washing over her like a comforting embrace. 

as she popped a kernel into her mouth, minji couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope flicker within her, a silent reassurance that perhaps, despite the distance that had grown between them, there was still a chance for reconciliation.

once the music video finished all the girls got up, they all agreed to make cookies after watching the music video, minji watched as they made their way around the corner to the kitchen, their conversation buzzing about the music video.

hanni shot minji an encouraging look before nodding to yn who still at bedside minji with her face in her phone probably texting her family members about the music video, she then turned the corner and made her way to the kitchen like the rest of the girls.

minji swallowed nervously, the lump in her throat betraying the turmoil of emotions swirling within her. "Um, yn?" she began tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper amidst the din of the room.

yn finally tore her gaze away from the screen of her phone, turning to look at minji with a raised eyebrow, a silent question lingering in her eyes. the weight of their unspoken tension hung heavy in the air, casting a palpable unease over their interaction.

minji took a deep breath, summoning the courage to voice the words that had been weighing on her mind. "I... I just wanted to say... I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling with the raw vulnerability of her confession. "For everything."

"I... I don't know what I was thinking," minji continued, her voice cracking with emotion. "the pressure of debuting was just so high, and the fact that it was either me or you getting kicked out of the lineup made everything worse." She paused, her words hanging heavy in the air as she struggled to articulate the depth of her remorse.

"I let my fear and insecurity cloud my judgment," minji confessed, her gaze dropping to her hands as she fidgeted nervously with her fingers. 

“But that's no excuse for how I treated you. You didn't deserve that, and I'm truly sorry for hurting you, I don’t even know how I even thought of hurting someone I love so much, I need you to know that ever since that day all I’ve wanted was you back.”

the weight of her confession hung between them, the silence stretching taut with the unspoken hope for forgiveness. minji heart pounded in her chest, her pulse echoing in her ears as she waited with bated breath for yn’s response.

"the pressure was pretty high, huh?" yn echoed softly, her tone tinged with a mixture of understanding and resignation. she sighed, her gaze flickering briefly to the bustling activity in the other room before returning to minji’s troubled expression.

"I get it," yn admitted, her voice carrying a weight of shared experience. "we were all under immense pressure, and it's easy to let it get the best of us." she reached out, laying a gentle hand on minji arm, a silent gesture of solidarity. "but that doesn't excuse what happened between us."

there was a quiet intensity in yn’s gaze as she locked eyes with minji, a silent plea for honesty and accountability. "I appreciate your apology," she said softly, her words carrying a note of sincerity. "but apologies alone won't mend what's broken.”

minji felt her chest sink and it was obvious that yn could see it in her eyes, “I do see us together minji I really do, but let’s do this slowly.”

minji nodded, her throat tight with unspoken words. despite the ache of longing that pulsed within her, she knew that yn was right. rebuilding what they once had would take time and patience, a delicate process that couldn't be rushed.

"Okay," minji murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand, I’ll do anything to fix this, I’m kinda obsessed with you.”

yn laughed and pressed a soft kiss to minji’s cheek, “yeah, it’s obvious.” obvious she teases before getting up from the couch and reaching out her hand towards minji, “lets go help with the cookies.”

minji couldn’t contain the smile that broke out on her face as she interlocked her hand with yn’s letting the girl drag her towards the kitchen.

she looks at yn and is completely mesmerized and just like always her mouth is faster than her mind, “you looked amazing in the music video, best way to make your official debut.”

“oh, shut up.”

[kyoteugly]

Inspired by this post I made a fanarts and it turned into a fanfic. All you can find under the cut.

Kiss me

Buck/Eddie | T | 1.1k | with fanart

Buck had no idea how he ended up in a Lakers game which he had no interest in. Well, it wasn't exactly true. He knew he would end up here eventually, tickets were an anniversary gift after all, so it was given that he would be here with his boyfriend. But he didn't have a boyfriend anymore. Or girlfriend. Or even a date. It would be pretty bold to take a newly met person to a Lakers game. That kind of date could end... enthusiastically. But using those tickets to get laid would make him a bad person, right? Nah, he wouldn't do that.  It crossed his mind that he should return the tickets, he doesn't even like basketball...

"Yes! Go, go, go! Hell yeah!"

Buck stuffed another fist of popcorn into his mouth, watching Eddie take his seat again. He's so excited - commenting the game to Buck and cheering loudly, standing up whenever emotions take over - it's nice to see Eddie like this, smiling and joyful… looking so… alive.

Right, that's why he's here.

He showed Eddie the tickets and he just froze, looking like a cat who saw a Christmas tree for the first time. With his mouth slightly open in wonder and big eyes reflecting every colorful light in them. Buck didn’t even have to think about it, he just gave both tickets to Eddie. And immediately, before even taking them from Buck’s hand, Eddie said something like “Only if you come with me.” And Buck said “sure” - again, without thinking.

And now he’s here, wearing the only yellow t-shirt he could find, because Eddie insisted he has to wear proper colors, when he showed up at Buck’s loft in a Lakers purple hoodie. 

“Great game, we’re gonna win for sure.” Eddie lets out a little huff and runs fingers through his hair to clear it from his flushed face. 

Buck thinks he should take that hoodie off, but he’s also sure Eddie would refuse, giving him an offended look. Somehow this image makes Buck smile with fondness.

And a second later it’s gone, because Eddie insolently reaches for Buck’s popcorn.

“Eyy! You said you don’t want, so hands off!” Buck tries to guard his food but Eddie only grins at him like this is some kind of dare and reaches again. This time he’s much faster and Buck is unable to save his snack from Eddie’s grabby hands.

He looks at Buck with a victorious bratty smile, while chewing slowly. Buck gazes at him like a look could kill, but Eddie is not impressed. He simply sucks his Coke through the straw and still grinning turns back to the court. 

Finding his own soda cup empty, Buck just pouts with his eyes fixed on the seat in front of him. He definitely doesn’t like basketball.

He lets out a short sigh, and looks around. The intermission should start soon, so if he wants to avoid crowds, he should go get a drink now. But before he gets up, a cup of Coke appears in front of him. 

Buck takes it and sinks into his seat with a soft smile and a warm feeling spreading through his chest. Eddie didn’t even look at him, he didn’t have to. Surrounded by all the noise and lights, all the people, he’s still aware of Buck by his side. Excited and engaged in the live game he loves so much, he still sees Buck and knows what he thinks.

It’s so natural, Buck never really thought about it. But now he does and he realizes Eddie is always there for him, no questions asked, honest but not judgmental, no matter what’s going on in his life. No matter if it’s silently drinking beer on a living room couch or going on a game together. Because somehow it feels like Eddie is here not only for his own fun but for Buck as well. 

Especially when Eddie nudges Buck to join him, when he starts singing with the most joyful smile on his face. 

“Kiss me, out of the bearded barley Nightly…”

And Buck can’t help it but to look… at this unruly stand of dark hair, at those long eyelashes casting soft shadow over honey-colored eyes… at those full lips, singing…

“You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress Oh, kiss me…!”

Eddie nudges him again and Buck caves, singing along. 

They both look at the screen, watching people smiling and kissing. And Buck is sure Eddie, like always, is here for him. To make him feel this carefree lightness, to simply enjoy the moment, either it’s a game or making fools of themselves singing corny songs on top of their lungs.

They butchered the second verse, none of them sure what the words are, but it doesn’t matter. They laugh like they hadn’t in a long time, together in this freeing act of simply being themselves. And they give all they got when the chorus plays again…

“Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand…”

Buck looks at Eddie and he thinks some silly thoughts… how beautiful Eddie is, how happiness makes his eyes sparkle mischievously but at the same his lips curve with fondness… how he knows him and loves him, not despite being Buck, but because of it… he looks at Eddie in this warm golden hue and he thinks he’s like a sun…

Eddie turns to him and Buck immediately avoids his gaze because…

Suddenly Buck sees himself on the big screen and somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he should wave “no” but he can’t… because Eddie is still looking at him, and all Buck wants is to meet his honey-colored eyes.

“So kiss me”

Buck isn’t aware he exhales the lyrics when Eddie gently cups his face. And then he kisses Buck. Softly and oh-so sweetly, with the whisper of longing in the light pressure and delicate movement of his lips. It’s tender, it’s perfect, it takes Buck’s breath away.

And then Eddie pulls away, ducking his head and smiling shyly.

“Sorry… I got carried away.” Abashed, he's scratching the back of his head.

Buck knows he’s blushing, his face is so hot, he’s sure he’s red up to his ears. He wants Eddie to keep kissing him, he wants to kiss him back but before he’s able to process this, Eddie asks sheepishly.

“Can I have some popcorn now?”

Buck laughs, his blue eyes shine with fondness because somehow this question makes him want to kiss Eddie even more. But he doesn’t. They share a snack and get back to watching the game. Buck would never admit to it but he kinda starts to like basketball.

Somewhere during the second half, Buck takes Eddie’s hand, and without taking his eyes off the court, without any questioning look, Eddie squeezes Buck’s hand gently, and throughout the rest of the evening, he doesn’t let go. 

[halosdiary]

Couch-Locked | Stoner!Choso x Reader |呪術廻戦

plot: You and Choso have a movie, but Choso had an idea how to make this movie night a hit.

contains: weed, symptoms of being high, kissing, missionary, prone bone, full-nelson, you're both high as shit.

wc: 1.6k

"So you mean to tell me, you've never had a hit before?"

You snorted at the question, what a question to ask. But you shook your head at the question, where Choso had a small smirk in his face. He then leaned back on the couch to continue watching the movie.

You wake up, and look around the room, nothing but a white room. You were naked, completely butt ass naked, and legs were spread and propped up, like as if theu were resting onto something. Like a pair of shoulders. Your eyes were dilated, and something about you, felt different, like you felt so good all of a sudden. You felt so good, you made yourself moan a tad bit.

That response made the sensation go even faster and harder. Your mouth was tapping open, trying to mutter out words, but all you had were moans to dish out.

"So you mean to tell me, you've never had a hit before?"

You snorted at the question, what a question to ask. But you shook your head at the question, where Choso had a small smirk in his face. He then leaned back on the couch to continue watching the movie.

Watching movies with your best freind, Choso at your place every weekend had become something almost of a religious practice you two had going on. Your movie nights were a tradition, a routine you both always forward to week after week, especially after getting off a long shifts from both jobs.

With his legs stretched out on the coffee table, wrapped snugly under a blanket with you beside him, and a rolled up joint in his mouth, Choso felt at peace. His attention was fixed on the screen, fixated in the hot making out scene  which eventually led up to a spicy moment between characters in the movie unfolding before him.

"What if we tried that?" His voice broke the silence, accompanied by the sound of him grabbing a handful of popcorn. He turned to you, chewing slowly. He was obviously high to start asking questions like that. 

"Have you ever thought about it? You and me?"

Choso's gaze returned to the TV, readjusting his position on the couch.

"Just for fun," he added casually, as if testing the waters.

You really did enjoy the movie nights with him. Your eyes widened at the suggestion, you then looked at him.

"What?" You look over at him with a small laugh.

"We kiss? Or you and me in a relationship?"

Choso chuckled lightly at your reaction, looking more amused by the second. He set down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, turning to face you more directly.

"No, not a relationship," he clarified, resting an arm along the back of the couch. "Just the kissing part."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he waited for your response, his intense gaze fixated on you.

"Man, you must be high." You laughed still the crazy, yet tempting request.

You were the only one laughing about this, as your laughter died down a little, you soon look at him in the eyes. Choso jist continued to look you in the eyes as he still had his joint in his mouth. You sat up straight, and cleared your throat.

"What made you think that?" You smiled nervously.

The thought of a kiss from your closest friend did sound exciting. And he was pretty cute, and you looked back at him with soft eyes.

Choso ran a hand through his black hair, letting out a soft sigh. He leaned forward a few inches, his smirk still in place.

"I don't know. But it's just a kiss, just for fun. No strings attached."

As if to emphasize his point, he raised a hand to lightly caress your chin. He tilted your face up, meeting your gaze with an almost suggestive look.

"You're definitely high right now."

You snorted and took the joint he was smoking right out of his mouth and soon took a hit yourself.

Choso couldn't help but laugh at your accusation, a wide grin spreading across his face. Watching you take the joint from him and take a hit yourself, he chuckled again.

"Don't blame it on the weed" he began, his voice low and smooth. He closed the distance between the two of you, his thigh now pressed against yours.

"I'm totally sober and it's a good idea."

"Really now? A good idea?" You asked him, blowing away the smoke.

Choso nodded slowly, his eyes still fixed on your face as he leaned even closer. He could practically feel the heat radiating from you and it sent tingles down his spine.

"Yeah, a good idea," he repeated, his voice dropping even lower. "Just a little harmless fun."

His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips for a moment, his mind already contemplating how they would feel against his.

"Well, I guess, I wouldn't wanna disappoint."

You lean in closer to him. Your eyes were focused on his lips.

Choso chuckled lowly, his hand now moving to rest on your bare thigh, just above your knee. He gave it a light squeeze, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin.

"You wouldn't be."

His voice was almost a growl as he closed the gap between you, his gaze fixated on your lips as well. Every fiber of his being wanted nothing more than to pull you onto his lap and taste your mouth.

You placed the joint down on the ashtray. Then, you looked at Choso once more, and your tint of red eyes were looking at Choso in a different way, you thought wasn't possible.

As your lips touched his lips, you slowly let the magic happen between you two.

Choso’s heart skipped a beat as your lips finally met his, sending a rush of heat through his entire body. He moved even closer, wrapping his free arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip, seeking entry into your mouth. He let out a soft hum, his hand on your thigh moving up to grip your hip, his fingers digging into your skin.

Your eyes slowly started to close as you just wanted a vivid image of this moment.

Choso let out a low moan as your eyes fluttered shut, his hands beginning to explore your body. His fingers roamed up and down your sides, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his touch.

He pulled you even closer, his tongue now exploring your mouth, tasting you as he had wanted for so long. His free hand traveled under your shirt, moving up your back, drawing you impossibly close against him.

As your eyes were shut, you felt lighter all of a sudden, that's when you were seeing things you normally wouldn't see. You were sitting just sitting there. Your body was on autopilot, you see a swarm of flowers coming around your body, they looked beautiful.

You were sitting up at first, you started to even giggle a bit. You looked down at the flowers near your nether regions. You felt something warm crawling and gently thrusting into your entrance. You couldnt help but softly moan at the reaction from it. The fingers were digging into you, you were on Choso's lap as he fingered you with two fingers.

You could feel yourself throb from pleasure as you felt a bit of leakage come out of you. You then feel your body tugging, like someone was grabbing you. You were nodding your head in agreement, as you felt a dull pain enter inside of you.

"A-AH—" You moaned out.

You were on you back as your vision was getting a little more clearer. Choso had you on your back, and your legs were resting on his shoulders.

"Ive always wanted to get a little more of a taste for you." He spoke to you softly.

Choso bucked his hips into you deeper, hearing you break apart was something he'd never thought he'd get to hear.  The way his balls were slapping on your clit and making you feel alive on the inside.  The sensation stopped momentarily as he was turning you around every which way.

You were somehow on your stomach, still a bit fuzzy and light headed from the weed. You then felt that same sensation go inside you again making you moan even louder. He had a firm grab on your hips and folding, drilling into you as he let out some low groans and moans. You felt so good, the sound of skin slapping on skin was driving him crazy. You were in tears, and falling apart as he was physically holding you and had you in the most impossible position. You couldn't move an inch, and his low laugh could be heard.

"What's wrong? Can't move?" He teased you. "That's kind of the point."

You both didn't want the ride to end, but one thing was for certain you weren't ready for kids yet. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and he too was falling apart as he hurriedly pull out of you and gently stroked his cock.

You were panting as you felt yourself throbbing, as you slowly turn to face him, you felt something warm and sticky hit your face. You wiped a bit of it off, then felt both hands in your shoulders as you felt a pair of lips crash into your again. Leaving once again, back to your own thoughts.

Choso noticed your reaction, the way your body trembled and the soft moans that escaped your lips. It fuelled him even more, making him even more desperate to have you completely.

He flipped you under him, pinning you against the couch as his lips sought out yours once again. His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch, making his own desire evident as he pressed against you.

You slowly pull back, leaving you both speechless about this sudden request.

Choso looked at you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to gather his thoughts. His hands still held your wrists pinned against the couch, his body still firmly pressed against yours.

"See?" he began, his voice low and hoarse. "Told you it was a good idea."

TAGLIST: @ryomens-vixen @littlemochabunni @blkkizzat @buttercupblu @lowkeyremi @yung-notorious @arlerts-angel @honeeslust @nkogneatho

[heresthestorymorningglory]

The World Goes On Without Us

Summary: Dark theatres are almost as good as dark roads. Almost.

A/N: You guys know the drill; NSFW 18+ because here, we like it spicy ;)

I was bored and wrote another movie theatre date, it won't be the last.

As always, my darling soul sister, @ken-dom, thank you for the beta read and endless support and reassurance! Although…I still think you’re biased. 🩷 Title credit also goes to her beautiful face. Comes from 'I Belong In Your Arms' by Chairlift

Enjoy my loves!

You climbed the steps, empty handed because he insisted; to the very back row, tucked in the corner.

He followed behind, admiring the way his scorpion jacket looked on you, you looked better in it than he did, even if it was a little big.

You sat with a thump as the seat folded down into place, taking the bag of popcorn from him as he put the drink in the holder before taking the seat next to you.

You chewed on your popcorn thoughtfully as you watched the theatre fill up before you turned to notice him studying your profile.

Scrunching your nose you popped more popcorn into your mouth. “Creeper” you smiled before holding a kernel up to his lips.

He opened his mouth letting you feed it to him; a gloved hand curling around your wrist, kissing your salt coated fingertips.

The theatre darkened slowly, falling quiet as the coming attractions rolled.

You leaned on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you as he kissed the top of your head.

You watched the screen, his fingers dancing lazily on your thigh after a minute or two, he reached a hand to unfasten the button on the front of your jeans. You instinctively grabbed his hand, turning to look at him.

“No” you whispered harshly, the theatre was almost full. By some miracle the seat directly next to him was one of the very few that were empty.

He didn't speak, his free hand simply moving yours out of the way. He shifted slightly, his mouth kissing along your jaw, his breath hot against your ear.

“Shhhh”

Your eyes fluttered closed as he bit gently on your earlobe, making you gasp. One hand pushing deeper into your jeans, the other disappearing under your hair, pulling you closer.

You rolled your hips shamelessly into his hand. A moan slipping from your lips, muffled against his as he kissed you deeper.

You gripped the popcorn bag hard in your hands, before blindly moving it to the floor at your feet. He lifted his hand from the back of your neck, his fingers curling around your wrist, as he pulled back from your kiss, and his eyes met yours, pulling your hand between his own legs, your palm resting on his very prominent bulge. Your eyes flickered to his briefly as something particularly funny happened on the screen. Neither of you paid it any mind.

The conditioned leather was soft against your folds as he stroked his fingers back and forth. Your own hand mirroring his motions having pulled his cock free from inside his jeans, your thumb teasing the glistening head, making him lean back in his seat, biting his lip to keep from drawing attention. Seeing this only made you stroke him a little faster.

You shifted as he pushed a finger inside you, his mouth reclaiming yours with a hungry kiss, teeth biting your bottom lip before his tongue tangled with yours.

His finger fucking you slow and as deep as he could manage with your current restrictions.

You tried hard to sit still in your seat as you rocked against his closed fist; his hard cock twitching in your hand as you brought him closer. He was breathing heavily against your ear, fighting to keep himself quiet.

His hand slapped over your mouth as you whimpered, your free hand reaching to grip his thigh, your nails clawing uselessly at the denim as you moaned against his palm.

In return, he moaned loud enough to catch the attention of the person sitting in front of him. They hadn’t turned around, but you slapped your hand over his mouth to muddle the sound.

The thrill of getting caught spurring you both on. You were a tangle of limbs, twisted in seats that were far too small for any sort of extracurricular activity, teetering on the edge, trying to keep the other from giving you away.

His body went rigid as you leaned against him, tearing your mouth free from under his grasp; your lips pressed against his ear as you breathed hard.

“Shhh” you whispered, pressing your hand harder against his mouth, forcing him to breathe harder through his nose. His release spurting from the tip, coating your hand and fingers as it dripped to the floor between his feet. You kissed up his neck and along his jaw, keeping your hand in place until his breathing relaxed. He watched you closely in the dark as you brought the hand coated in his release to your lips, sucking it from your fingers like it were the most natural thing in the world; your eyes never leaving his.

He shifted so you had no choice but to brace yourself against the wall, partially lifted from your seat as you turned to face him, he leaned closer, the hand that wasn’t between your legs, gripping your chin, turning your head to give him better access to your neck and jaw. You gripped his shoulders, his breathing hot and heavy against your ear before he spoke; his fingers working your clit as he slid a second one inside you, making you groan.

He shushed you quickly, his lips claiming yours, but his fingers never stopped moving; you were able to use the wall for leverage and he was using it to his advantage.

You loved it when he was like this, so possessive and hungry. It made your whole body burn with want.

He broke your kiss, pressing his lips to your ear, his fingers fucking you faster, making you clench your tighs together around his hand.

“Cum,” he whispered “For me”

You practically melted into the floor, unable to form any sort of coherent thought as you clenched around his fingers inside you, the moan tumbling from your lips much louder than you had intended, he had moved his hand to cover your mouth and you bit down on the space between his index finger and thumb as you breathed hard through your nose; shamelessly grinding against this hand, riding out your orgasm before you slid back into your seat, kicking over the bag of popcorn as you did.

You leaned against him catching your breath as he rebuttoned your jeans, picking up the bag of popcorn and putting it back in your shaky hands before tucking himself back in his own jeans and taking a sip of your drink.

[lord-squiggletits]

I 1000% don't mean this in a moral judgement manner, or saying ppl aren't allowed to like evil characters, or saying that silly fandom stuff means people don't take analysis/real world parallels/whatever seriously

But honestly I have yet to experience as emotionally/mentally jarring of an effect as I did hearing about MTMTE Megatron so positively from the fandom (best Megatron ever! best character in IDW1! sad grandpa! compelling character arc! tragic villain!) only to actually read MTMTE myself and go "This guy is so fucking annoying, self-righteous, insufferable, and an asshole, what are you people talking about." ladjskfjsdalfk

Like I get that Megatron can't go from fresh off a heel-face turn to being an actual hero, and believe me I know that ppl in this continuity are almost all flawed/jerks in some way. But MTMTE Megatron was a special breed of annoying to me like. It wasn't just "he did bad things so I dislike him." In fact, the moments where Megatron regressed closer to being his old self (such as massacring the DJD during Dying of the Light) were the moments I liked him the most.

I don't really know how to describe it, bc it's not the idea of Megatron being redeemed that bothers me (I love redemption Megatron), and I'm not one of those ppl who postures about how I don't like him because his crimes are evil IRL (I literally like villain Megatron more than I like Autobot Megatron). There are characters who have done things that I found shitty/annoying but didn't have a significant reaction to besides going "omg what a jerk (chews popcorn faster eager to read more drama)". It's literally just Megatron where I have this feeling of being viscerally annoyed/pissed at every other thing he says salkfjsdkaf

[shelbgrey]

Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 2: laughter is the best medicine

Table of contents

The smell of buttered popcorn filled the area and the only sounds to be heard was the clicking and patterning of the rain hitting the roof and the unsettling music and screams that echoed from the flat screen as the siblings watched Halloween.

Owen and Y/n silently sit on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn between them. There were no words exchanged except for the occasional laugh if something cheesy or gorry came on. Owen would occasionally look out of the soaked window and silently waited for their cousin's arrival.

Owen didn’t know how to feel. He barely remembered Balla for the past seven months; it had just been him, Charlie, and y/n together. He sure as hell didn’t know how y/n felt about Bella, she barely talked about her or the move. But he can vaguely remember the arguments Bella and Y/n would have.

“Are you excited about Bella?” Owen asked, breaking the silence. y/n didn’t take her eyes off the screen as she simply shrugged. “I guess I am…we’re not that close”

“It should be fine right?” Owen asked. Y/n smiled and nodded. “Of course , everything will be great”

She didn’t know who she was trying to reassure, herself or owen. All she knew was Bella was moving in and they were starting school. She dreaded going to the damn school. She was smart for her age and a good student but she didn’t want all the pitty and sad stairs.

Her thoughts were cut off as her phone buzzed her a notification. She looked down and saw it was her other cousin sam. She smiled immediately, it was like an invasion she didn’t realize she needed till now. She realized she needed a reason other than school or bella to get out of the house.

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“Game night at Emily’s, you and Owen in?” - sam

“Sure, be over in a few” - y/n

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Owen looked at her as he slowly chewed on some popcorn. “Who’s that?”

“Sam, we’re going ove for game night” she said getting up. Owen mentally jumped for joy at the thought of leaving the same four walls he spent so much time in.

“You mean we’re finally getting out of the house!? Yes!” he said fist pumping in the air but immediately stopped when something slightly important crossed his mind. “Wait..what about Bella and Charlie?”

y/n shrugged as she pulled her leather jacket on. “We’ll leave a note.. And Bella doesn't need a welcoming committee, she probably doesn't even want to come”

Owen nodded as he set the now empty bowl and grabbed his own coat and his(y/n) video camera.

The siblings entered her forgotten impala as they climbed in and y/n started the engine her heart started moving faster than a weed eater as the engine rumbled and Elvis presley’s “all shook up” played. She stopped for a moment and gripped the steering wheel as she spaced out.

“n/n?” Owen said softly but he didn’t receive an answer.

“y/n '' he nudged her, knocking her back to reality. She hummed a response and looked over at her little brother. “You okay? We can ask one of the boys to pick us up if you don't want to drive”

She quickly shook her head and put the car in reverse. “Im fine, let's roll” she said as the siblings set off on their adventure.

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“y/n!” Paul shouted as he happily raced out the door and engoled y/n into a hug the second she left her impala. She giggled and hung onto him as he spun her around. “Damn, i missed you”

She smiled as he set her down. “I missed you too pauley” Owen got out of the car and fist-bumped Paul. “How's it goin’ kid?”

y/n raised an eyebrow and awkwardly chuckled. “You're in a good mood '' Paul smiled and wrapped his arm around her. “Can i just be happy to see my bestest friend” she laughed and playfully hit him in the chest as they entered Emily’s rustic home.

She smiled as she smelled fried chicken and cinnamon rolls in the air. She looked around the familiar home as boyish laughter filled the air.

“Look who's back!” Jared beamed.

“Finally coming out of hibernation?” Embry asked which got him a smack upside the head by Sam. as insensitive as the question was given the circumstances it didn’t bother y/n one bit, she was just glad to be around her old friends.

“Hay, sammy” y/n smiled as she hugged her cousin. Sam and y/n are related through her mother. She was a Uley and the little sister of Sam’s absent father. The two were close and alway had each other's backs. He was there when the grieving was heavy which resulted in phasing into the pure white wolf she is now. She was always there to tell him he wasn’t the monster he thought he was.

Sam ruffled Owen’s hair as he led them into the kitchen where Emily had prepared a buffet of finger food for game night.

“Hey sweety” she smiled and hugged me. “I missed you so much”

After the rest of the guest arrived, jacob and the clearwater kids the group ate all of Emily’s good food.

The night was full of laughter and that was saying a lot considering y/n hasn't laughed this hard in a while. The night consisted of different board games and card games. Uno was unfortunately cut short after Jared tackled Jacob to the ground for giving him three +4 cards but then the group agreed to play monopoly but that also turned into a friendly argument.

It was around midnight when y/n and Owen got a call telling them it was time to come home. Paul offered to drive them home as y/n was still nervous to drive in the darker times of the night.

“So..school starts tomorrow right?” Paul whispered so he didn’t wake up Owen who was asleep in the back seat. y/n nodded with a frown. “Yeah…fun, fun”

“Too bad you're not going to school on the reservation…at least you’d know someone” Paul said.

“I'll be okay, I have Bella and an old friend of mine…it's Owen I'm worried about” she said mumbling the last part as she looked over her shoulder at the back seat.

“Everything should be fine,” Y/n said, forcing a smile.

“I hope so,” Paul added.

[privateanxieties]

it never entered my mind (at last)

Summary: It’s movie night and Peter’s turn to choose. Still so early in their relationship, he wants to be the perfectly caring and sensitive boyfriend, so he picks a romance movie. It does not go quite as expected.

Pairing: Peter Parker x vampire!Reader (3rd person, she/her); fluff, emotional conversations, new relationship awkwardness, but also established relationship.

Words: 3.9K

Would you, maybe?  - smutty sequel (if you’d like to read more of these two)

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He had it all planned out. Frankly, it wasn’t that hard to get everything together in record time. One gets movie night ready much faster when one doesn’t have to agonize about guessing favorite drinks or snacks. There was popcorn, nachos and an assortment of viscerally colorful candy, all laid out in his preferred order on the coffee table and all ready to be consumed exclusively by him. An unnecessary quantity of diet coke and apple juice was also present, along with chewing gum on stand-by, just in case. Actually, he didn’t know how she felt about kissing him with minty breath, but he assumed it would be better than with cheese mouth.

Not everything on display tonight was just for him, however. He had blankets and pillows galore, maybe enough to build a fort, or maybe enough for a sleepover counting fifty people. There was a scented candle burning in the kitchen that he’d bought at Bloomingdales instead of TJ Maxx because he thought whatever Pomme D’Amour was sounded better than Warm Vanilla Sugar. He didn’t want his place to smell like a bakery when he knew she wouldn’t find it delicious.He just hoped the forty-eight dollars he was now burning would be well spent. Ten minutes before she was supposed to arrive, he frantically scrambled to remove the llama-print pillows and a panda blanket he’d had since middle school. Why was that thing still in his apartment? When did he even bring it with him?

The intercom rang unexpectedly. She was early.

Should he febreze the place again? Open the windows? Was the carpet really vacuumed? He’d done it twice just to be sure but -

A knock at the door. His heart jumped out of his chest. Not only was she early, but she was abnormally fast to arrive at his apartment, seventeen stories high. The elevator was a relic. He should’ve had more time.

Super speed. That was what he got for dating a vampire.

He almost turned in a circle like a hopeless idiot before closing the distance to the door with wide steps. Swallowing hard, he pulled it open and smiled in greeting, though it felt forced and unnatural. He hadn’t had a girl at his place in years. The sight of her was simultaneously endearing and terrifying; he didn’t want to fuck this up. She was important.

“Hi,” she said with a smile that was much more genuine than his own.

Underneath her open wool coat, she wore a cable knit greige sweater paired with dark brown herringbone trousers, a combination that was both very her and very uncomfortable for cuddling on the couch.

“Hi,” he breathed, extremely aware of how weird he sounded to his own ears.

Moving aside to let her in, he remembered a horrible detail. He hadn’t taken out the trash. So much for the fifty-dollar candle.

“Are you ok?” she asked suddenly, while removing her boots in the hallway. He didn’t tell her to do that. He should’ve told her not to -

“Your heart’s beating really fast,” she remarked. His eyes were drawn to her lips and how she was delicately chewing on her bottom one. “Not to be creepy, but do you think you could slow down your pulse?”

She was asking him not to be nervous? It only made him more nervous, knowing that she noticed. When he said nothing, she appeared to shrink in on herself.

“It’s just that... You smell really good.”

“Thanks?” he said, uncertain. It was great to hear, but confusing.

Her new smile now resembled his, awkward and not quite genuine. His heart only started beating faster at how terribly he thought the whole thing was already going.

“That’s um - “ She breathed out a laugh. “That’s code for your blood smells really good.”

Oh. Oh. Fuck. Parker, you idiot.

While he stared like an imbecile, she hurried through a follow-up to one of the strangest sentences that he’d ever heard.

“You don’t have to worry. It’s fine. I’m - You know, I’m not a newbie. I’m not gonna munch on you or anything. But you do smell better than anyone I’ve ever smelled and that makes it a little difficult to... uh, focus. Yeah. Probably shouldn’t have said that.”

Her eyes wouldn’t meet his throughout the explanation, and she kept playing with the lining of her pockets. Almost as though by magic, he immediately felt better. She was nervous too. The realization did wonders for his blood pressure.

“Should I - “

“I’m happy you’re here,” he interrupted.

The statement hung in the air for a few moments. They stood in the hallway of his apartment, two adults with considerable life experience rendered helpless to adolescent trepidation. A megawatt smile lit up her entire face.

“Yeah?”

Peter nodded, daring to lean forward and place a chaste kiss to her cold cheek. He noticed her lashes flutter momentarily and felt a surge of pride spread through his chest.

“I’m happy too.”

Now that goofy smiles were present on both their faces, Peter felt a lot more comfortable leading her into the living room, where he’d already turned the overhead lights onto a lower intensity. He hoped everything looked nice. His apartment wasn’t a penthouse at the top of a Central Park postcode, but he’d worked hard the last few years and was content with what he’d managed to achieve. Needing no roommates in New York was an accomplishment in itself these days, but he was also aware that she was likely richer than the Queen.

There were subtle tells, like the way she dressed: elegant, understated and clean. But again, not appropriate for cuddles or range of movement. He felt a little weird thinking about nothing else, but they’d missed the opportunity to cuddle at her place after he spilled sour grape Four Loko over her pristine white couch. He thought he wouldn’t get another date after that, but she kissed him so sweet right on her doorstep and asked to see him again despite the frown embedded in his forehead.

So he was trying not to let his expectations get out of control, but he was only human. Plus, he’d wracked his brain trying to pick the perfect date movie based on the information he already had about her. And maybe the information that a slew of the worst websites had listed in neat yet nonsensical little categories.

Tell us your favorite fabrics and we’ll tell you where you lean on the political spectrum!

She gave him the impression that she was a romantic - she had to be, to have lived that long and still found a way to be wooed by the likes of him. So he settled on the 1997 juggernaut, Titanic. It was decently long enough for intimacy, had a tragic love story that wasn’t too sappy, and adequate visual effects that respected the laws of physics - a must for him. And who knows? Maybe she would tear up and seek comfort in his arms. Jesus, he was such a guy.

He cleared his throat inconspicuously as she settled on the couch, taking in the array of snacks and drinks he’d laid out with raised eyebrows.

“Oh,” she said, “Nothing for me?”

It took him a couple seconds to register the mirth dancing in her eyes.

“Sorry. Didn’t have any O negative lying around,” he snickered.

“That’s ok. I brought my own.”

Peter watched her curiously as she searched the contents of her handbag, unsure of how he felt about what was going to happen. Would he be weirded out? He wasn’t queasy by any means, but the idea of her sipping from a blood bag like a Capri Sun wasn’t all that inviting. He didn’t mind. He just wanted to kiss her later tonight and if he’d been worried about cheese breath, then blood breath was... Well, a different challenge altogether. He was biting the inside of his cheek tryin to seem normal, but she stopped searching a few seconds in, looking up at him with a shit-eating grin.

“I’m messing with you. That’s more of a sixth date activity,” she said, discarding her bag by the arm of the couch.

He was both relieved and embarrassed to have been fooled.

“So next time, then?” he tried weakly, taking a seat next to her in precisely the right spot- mathematically calculated to be appropriately distanced, but not too far. Jesus. He was acting like a teenager again, spooked in the same way he would’ve been if he had scored a date with the most popular girl in school.

“Mmhm, sure.”

She smiled at him knowingly, further settling into the spot she picked. It was the nicer side of the couch, which he tried to subtly make her choose. Every couch had a nicer side. So did hers before he spilled Four Loko on it.

“Peter.”

“Huh?”

“If your plans for tonight include building a fort, you need to tell me. I need to mentally prepare,” she said, lips pulled into a sly smile. She was glancing around at the myriad blankets and pillows and throw covers and -

“It’s uh... It’s too much, isn’t it?” he stammered.

“No,” she answered with a shake of her head. “Not at all.”

“You’re a dirty liar.”

“No. I mean it. I love the various motifs you’ve got going on. I think it’s admirable that you pulled out every blanket you’ve owned since birth,” she chuckled mercilessly.

“Oh no. No. You can make fun of me for being gullible but I draw the line at making fun of my capybara duvet.”

“I wasn’t making fun of it. Who doesn’t enjoy a good capybara?”

She was taunting him. Messing with him in that way that made him relax and get excited at how well they meshed.

“They taste delicious, actually.”

His face fell in an instant. She burst out laughing in a fit of giggles, pulling the material away from the pile in the corner and throwing it over her legs. Little capybaras decorated the dark green stitching of the blanket, some sleeping, others holding hands. She traced one of the couples with a long finger.

“Don’t worry. The capybaras are safe. We’re cruelty-free here at... Bloodsuckers LLC.”

He pouted. It was the only thing he had left after she roughed him up so nimbly.

“Don’t do that,” she warned. “I came to watch a movie with you. If you keep pouting like that, we’re not going to get very far into it,” she continued softly.

A sharp breath stung his lungs on the way in, and he stiffened up at the same time that she relaxed into the couch, watching him with sultry eyes. Or at least that’s how it felt.

“So... what did you pick?” she asked.

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There was so much that he didn’t remember about Titanic, and revisiting the film after so many years was almost like watching it for the first time. He didn’t appreciate it enough as a kid, but it looked real enough to him now that he wondered if they’d had engineers on set when they made it.

In particular, one of the things he couldn’t have picked up on as a child was how much of the movie centered around the class struggle at the heart of the tragedy. It almost made him reconsider his choice of movie, because this was definitely not that lighthearted. Well, not like he expected it to be for that last bit, but everything that came before was kind of sad, too.

Another thing that his brain completely overlooked was the love scene, a last gasp of uplifting happiness before the real disaster unfolded. His kid brain definitely didn’t get that one, and he snickered quietly when he remembered that he’d been confused as to why there were foggy windows in the car. Despite it all, however, he worried that the emotional response he’d expected was never going to happen. His girlfriend didn’t appear to be enjoying it that much.

She’d said very little since the movie began, only responding to his short comments here and there, more with interjections and less with words. Around halfway through the movie, she’d found the courage to wiggle her way into his arms when he was too much of a coward to initiate anything, and that gave him confidence that it wasn’t all lost. Maybe it just wasn’t the right movie for her. He should’ve asked, instead of perusing stupid articles and Quora inquiries.

The iceberg had only just struck the side of the ship and mayhem began soon thereafter, and though he wasn’t scared of water, he could admit that some of the shots were masterfully horrific. He didn’t know exactly how much of the movie remained, but his science brain was so focused on the scene of the ship breaking into two that he almost missed her little whisper.

“It was so much darker that night,” she mumbled, burrowing further into his embrace.

It took him a little while to process what she said. He felt like he’d just had a bucket of ice water thrown at him, which was strangely apropos.

“What?” he asked, confused and for once hoping that he was making an incorrect assumption.

“Uh... nothing. The film lighting is nice. It’s just not that accurate. It was pitch black darkness, and a moonless night.”

Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

“Are you one of those Titanic buffs?” he asked lightly, pressing a small kiss into the side of her head.

On the screen, the ship’s stern was raised in the air at a ninety degree angle, ready to take its final plunge to the bottom of the North Atlantic. She took a deep breath that oozed discomfort.

“Are you?” Peter tried again, no longer certain.

“Um... No,” she said quietly, placing her hand atop his where it rested just below her ribs. “I was there.”

He said nothing for a while. He didn’t even know what he could say in response to that revelation. A small shiver ran down his spine as his mind slowly made the connection between what he was seeing on the screen and the woman he held in his arms. The chaos of people clinging to their last moments, the hopelessness of knowing that no salvation was coming, and the heartbreak of the separation of families - it was one thing to see it represented on a dark screen. It was a lot harder to imagine someone having lived through it. In fact, it was so hard that he had to pause the movie and defrost his limbs, but when he reached for the remote, she stopped him with a gentle hand.

“Leave it, please? It’s almost over, anyway.”

He obliged her hesitantly, resorting instead to pulling the blanket up higher around them both. They sat quietly as the last of the ship sank below the tepid ocean, and Peter forgot all about the love story that had never even been. What his eyes couldn’t look away from were the hundreds of people in the icy water, struggling to survive while the clock had already started on their lives. 

“My dress got caught on something sharp. A broken metal plate, I thought. It was too dark to see underwater, even for me. For a couple hundred meters, I went down with it. I’d never been so scared,” she told him.

His heart almost jumped out of his chest at the images her confession splattered across his mind, and he reached for the remote again, only to be stopped - again.

“I like the ending. Real or not. The sun rises in just a little bit and I want to see it.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” Peter said, feeling lost for words.

“Peter, of course you didn’t. How could you have? It’s ok, I don’t mind. It was a long time ago.”

“You almost died?” He phrased it as a question out of lingering confusion. Why didn’t she say something to him when the movie started?

“Vampires don’t need to breathe, so I couldn’t drown. But I could be killed with no difficulty if the pressure got too high. That’s not why I was scared. I’ve lived a long life and that was true back then also. I wasn’t scared to die. But... it was cold down there all around me, and I couldn’t see. I was being dragged down, alone, and nobody would ever find me, not even my family. That made me so terrified that I couldn’t even think.”

Slowly, she turned around in his arms until she was facing him, a muted sadness carved into her eyes.

“I resurfaced so much farther away from where everybody else was. I think I must’ve swam not just up, but away. I really couldn’t see much when I was under. But on the surface, I could hear even less. It was so strange. Maybe my ears were full of water, but it felt like being in a room with no echo. I didn’t even hear the boat that passed right by me until someone pulled me in from the water.”

Softness gently pulled at her features.

“It was a young ship officer named Anthony Hewitt. He gave me his hat and coat even though it was freezing that night. We remained friends until his death in 1952. He survived the shipwreck and two world wars, and it was polio that got him,” she revealed.

Peter felt like he was being let inside a treasure room that had been lost for centuries. He listened, enraptured.

“I’d offered to turn him in 1921, but he declined. He said he didn’t want to live forever with the memories he had, and that he’d never forgotten the look in my eyes that night.”

“You loved him,” he said after a bout of silence.

She nodded, fingers gently twining with his as a small smile gradually lit up her face.

“He was the first human I’d told the truth to in over a century. We lived together in New York for two years before he was conscripted into the British Army. Back across the Atlantic he went, even though he didn’t have to. He said he was more scared of the ocean than of going into war,” she recounted fondly.

“I thought I’d never see him again, but he came back to me. Not in one piece, though. A part of him was lost out there forever. And that part included his love for me, or anyone else, for the rest of his life. He never married. Never had children. When the next war came around, he was too old for combat but went anyway. He came back again, only to die seven years later. I hadn’t seen him since ‘48, but he asked me to be there with him when he... when he went. He said that if he lives on in my memory, then he will be immortal too.”

It seemed his plan for the night had been thoroughly switched around. He didn’t expect to be the one teary-eyed by the end of the movie, but there he was - biting back unforeseen sadness at a story he never thought he would hear.

“It’s tough with you mortal men,” she mumbled, lips pressing into his warm cheek all sweet. “Especially when you’ve got a sense of duty.”

That was new. It was new and incredible and terrifying. She was telling him something in words that he could only grasp in feeling.

“I don’t think I‘ll be going to war, bud,” he said quietly, fingers tracing a meaningless pattern along her shoulder.

“But you do. Every night, you do.”

His eyes softened instantly, finally understanding her concern. He had to admit that he never thought it would be a worry of hers, what with her own powers. He hadn’t realized that someone who couldn’t die would be struck by mortality in other ways.

“I’ll come back every time. I promise.”

“Peter. You can’t promise me that. And I need to tell you something before we go any further.”

He wasn’t happy to see her pulling away, but he gestured that she should keep the blanket while she talked. It gave him a needed boost of confidence that she wouldn’t straight up leave.

“Anthony Hewitt was the last person I loved. We had two wonderful years together before he went and gave everything he had to a senseless war. He left every bit of himself in the fight and kept nothing with which to return home - to me, or to anyone.” Her voice had lowered as though she uttered a lament, or a sorrowful, hopeless prayer. “I can’t do that again. Emotionally, but also physically. Vampires aren’t quite built for heartbreak. It took me a century to try again, and here I am with you - also a stubborn, dutiful man. And I knew that from the beginning. But, if you intend on leaving everything of yourself out there, you need to tell me before I let myself fall in love with you.”

While his body reacted all on its own it seemed, Peter’s mind was trying to come up with something coherent to say in return. This topic was not one he expected to be approached. At least, not so soon.

Standing up straighter on the couch and angling his body towards hers, he took a deep breath that he held onto for a few seconds. They ran out so quickly. He was thinking back to a time far away, when he’d had a similar version of this conversation. He was much younger back then, hurtling promises left and right that he always ended up breaking.

“This is... You’re important to me. We’re not dating just to see where it goes. I’m not young like that anymore,” he chose to say.

Her little smile soothed his nerves.

“You are, though.”

“Well, not that young by human standards then. I don’t plan on doing this forever, but I also don’t plan on giving it up overnight.” He tried to be careful with his next words. “I’ve done the losing. Done the raging. I’ve already left some part of me out there. I’m - I’m still me. Still Peter.”

He couldn’t decipher the look on her face. He could only sit there and watch her weigh his statement. She pulled the blanket closer briefly, lips moving to the side as she chewed on the inside of one. A long while in Peter’s mind passed quietly. And then she opened up the blanket to cover him again, another kiss landing on the corner of his mouth.

“Ok, still Peter. I trust you.”

They may not have built a fort, but it felt like he was inside of one right then, having a victorious lie-down after hours of arduous work. And yet there was still one reward that had eluded him for weeks.

“Wanna cuddle. Can we?”

It turned out that simply asking was better - better than hoping and definitely better than covertly trying to set up the perfect pieces to fall in the right order.

“I wonder how capybaras cuddle.”

A surprised chuckle shook his chest.

“Maybe we should watch a nature documentary next,” he suggested. Her eyes lit up dangerously fast at his idea. “Aw, bud. If I’d known you liked that, I would’ve put on National Geographic.”

“Nat Geo Wild, please.”

His laughter was joyous. He was going to get his cuddles, and a better understanding of exactly what their relationship might look like in the future. And he couldn’t wait for either.

- fin -

A/N: Just a little blurb (is that what we’re calling 4K words? I guess.) for our favorite human/vampire couple. I meant mine. My favorite. Myyyyyy precioussss - I’m so sorry, I am on my 4th and 1/2 cup of coffee for the day. Here you go enjoy aaaaaaah. And please overlook the spelling mistakes, I’m sure there are many.

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[madaboutmunson]

Hell Raiser

This is something that has been sitting in my wips because I fell out of love with it whilst writing. Maybe one day I'll finish it, but this is Part 1 of 4 that I have written. Hope you like it (it has nothing to do with the Hellraiser movies)

"Look, maybe Kit is faster, but the car from Mad Max looks way more badass", Gareth enthused, throwing another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"Kit can fucking talk. It's like sentient, dude. It's far superior to a trash-modded muscle car!" Jeff clapped his hands together to try and get the message through to friends.

"What about the DeLorean?" Grant offered. Gareth and Jeff rounded on him, faces contorted in confusion. He held his hands up to block whatever attack they might administer, "It can time travel", he said carefully, as he felt a thud on his back as one Eddie Munson pounced on him to gain a piggyback.

"You're all wrong, actually," he said, throwing one arm around Grant's neck, almost throttling him so he didn't fall off. In his other hand, a massive piece of cotton candy on a stick threatened to tangle itself into Eddie's hair every time the breeze picked up. "The Dragula is the best. It's a fucking motorised coffin!" He said, taking a giant chomp out of the spun sugar, as he was met with a chorus of groans. "You know that thing is actually gold? Crazy!"

They trudged through the many rows of lights. Wurlitzer music in surround sound being cranked out of carousels or some creepy-looking automaton on one of the stalls. Hawkins wasn't the most exciting place in the world. Actually, that wasn't true. It was exciting in the wrong ways. Kids and people's pets going missing, crops randomly rotting away, rumours of human experimentation at the lab, rats exploding and Russians. Hawkins wasn't fun. That would be more correct. You had to make your own fun here, especially after the Mall burst into flames. It was almost like the town resented anyone having something cool and new and destroyed it immediately. However, there was one thing the Hellmouth would tolerate: a carnival. Big or small, what the celebration was made no difference. The town allowed it, and Corroded Coffin seized every single one. They'd pool their money, most of which was profit from Eddie's nefarious dealings, in order to complete the traditional itinerary. It was simple. Go on every ride the fair offered, age suitability be damned. Twice over the last few years, at least one of them had to get yanked out of a merry-go-round car they were way too tall to have crammed themselves into. Eat as much carnival foodstuffs as they can possibly stomach, to the point of nausea, sometimes even past it. Win at least one prize each on the stalls, and last of all, bag a chick for the Tunnel of Love.

They made their way back through the last line of stalls to the far end of the site. Each of them had a cute stuffed toy to offer to a girl in exchange for their company on the ride. Had it ever worked before? No. Would it work this time? It was worth a shot. As they turned the corner, Eddie released Grant dropping to the floor, and they all took it as the signal for smartening themselves up, popping in a piece of chewing gum, or sparking up a cigarette.

Jeff pulled the stuffed duckling from his jacket pocket and looked it dead in the eyes, "Tonight, you and me. We're gonna find us a babe so hot, she's gonna evaporate the water in that ride, man."

"You know, Jeff. Lack of moisture is not really what you should be aiming for," Grant laughed, nudging him in the ribs.

"Oh, like you would know," Gareth said condescendingly.

"Hey man, I read!" Grant said, offended.

"Look, your mommy's romance novel collection is all well and good, but tonight it's only about one thing, my friends." Eddie pulled the plush kitten from the back pocket of his jeans, which he'd graced with his bandana, and hoisted it above his head, making the band giggle mischievously. Eddie tugged on his battle vest, "This year, I'm gonna find her. She's gonna be right around this corner just waiting for me with open…." Eddie looked around the band with a devilish grin, causing another smattering of giggles, before he smiled sweetly and added, "arms" and batted his eyelashes. As they turned the corner to look for the usual garish giant pink and red sign and the girls that hung around it hoping for their Prince charming to turn up, they were met with a view entirely different.

It was a tent.

An ancient-looking circus tent, vertically striped in red and black, guide ropes adorned with flags of the same colours. The entryway was packed with heavy deep red velvet draped material, with two equidistant poles on either side. 

"Oh fucking, come on!! Seriously?!" Eddie complained, squeezing the toy kitten in his fist, "Goddamnit!" He pushed through his gritted teeth.

Ever curious, Gareth moved closer, clutching his plush monkey. As he stepped towards the entrance, the poles on either side of him ignited in a burst of flame. He turned back to his bandmates, eyes wide, and threw devil horns at them. There was a pause, and the same excited smile spread across each of their faces as they raced one another to get to Gareth to set off the pyrotechnics again.

All four of them eventually stumbled through the entryway into a passageway. Which seemed impossibly long for the size the tent appeared to be from the outside. The corridor was lined with the same heavy red velvet as the boys bunched together, walking down the dim passageway to an illuminated table and chair at the other end. On the table is a plaque screwed to it. After checking their surroundings, they study the plaque.

"If ye be bold and true of heart, 

And ye be ready for love to start.

Tidings to ye on this fair day, 

Follow the arrow. Walk right this way."

With a bold embossed arrow pointing to another set of heavy velvet drapes to their left.

The four of them looked between each other and the plaque.

"Maybe it's a new version of the same ride?" Grant offered to the group for consideration.

"But there's no sign outside. There is none of that oily stagnant water smell. Not to mention the distinct lack of chicks" Gareth frowned.

"Well, what did we come here for, right? I'm not gonna chicken out now," Jeff said, squeezing the stuffed duckling close to his chest.

Eddie crammed the kitten half into his back pocket. "Yeah, but what if this is some kind of prank? We go out there, and everyone's standing around waiting to laugh at the next people that walk through?"

Jeff pulled a face that indicated to the rest of them he was about to do something stupidly brave. He gripped the duckling plushy and kissed it hard before walking through the thick drapes in the arrow’s direction. The curtains parted, and the rest of the band listened carefully. There was no laughter. There was a mumble of talking and the faint sound of a beat. Suddenly a stuffed duckling erupted back through the curtains, and the three remaining members of the band screamed in an unnaturally high pitch before clearing their throats and exchanging wide-eyed glances with one another. “Come on in, guys, the water’s fine”, Jeff's voice rang out as he puppeted the duckling at them. 

As they passed through the curtains, first, they were greeted by Jeff’s beaming grin, pointing them to someone standing at what looked like a lectern. In front of the podium facing them was a book stand placed upon it, an open binder bursting with pages. As they approached, the person at the platform thrust out their hand, “One at a time, please.” Their eyes shot up to the oddly dressed person above them. A midnight blue floor-length cape graced their shoulders, with golden embroidered symbols and celestial bodies embellished randomly on the fabric. On their head, a head wrap of sorts, made of precisely the same material, a solitary black gem pinned to the centre of it. They looked like a magician, their black and white suit underneath the gaudy robe, complete with waxed curled at the ends moustache and a beard formed to a sharp point. Yet, something else was curious about the person as they loomed over the lectern. It was impossible to actually remember their face. A strange feeling when you'd never experienced it before, and yet it was happening. But not only that, it was like their appearance shifted in the dim lights. One moment impossibly beautiful, ethereal almost, then glimmers of something else, something withered and gaunt, but they couldn't quite make out. Jeff turned to his bandmates.

“You gotta sing in front of a crowd, but um”, he smiled broadly, “I’ll let the crowd speak for itself.” He nodded at the person on the podium, who pulled out a long shepherd's crook and moved back the heavy curtains to reveal a mass of teens. They were all dancing, staring at the stage where someone was singing their lungs out, badly, but the crowd didn't seem to care. They either had their eyes shut, dancing like no one was watching, or their eyes were fixed on the stage in adoration. As their sight adjusted to the darkness, something else became quite apparent in the darker recesses of the makeshift dance floor as they edged forward, entranced. People were making out, not just sweet little pecks on the cheek, either. Some of it was verging on at least R-rated. The curtains were abruptly shut, and an infectious smirk spread throughout the band of friends. “We can sing better than what was going on in there. We’ve got this.”

“I don't think they are gonna feel the same about For Whom The Bell Tolls, Jeff”, Grant complained, looking a little unsure.

“So pick something else, man. I swear I saw someone playing tongue tennis with Crusty Nigel in there!” Gareth said, motioning towards the book.

Eddie planted his hand on Grant’s shoulder and announced in a heroic voice, “A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.” Grant rolled his eyes at the use of a Tolkien quote. None of them had any resistance to it. Grant shook his head in defeat.

“Alright then,” Grant said, causing much jostling and lewd noises and gestures from the band like they had completely forgotten about the other person sharing their space until they cleared their throat.

The robed one leaned over the podium, casting a long shadow over the book and the four of them, “So”, they smiled devilishly, “Who is to be first?” Eddie pushes his way to the front but is immediately bumped out of the way by Jeff.

“Hey, man! I did all the venturing. So I deserve the first pick, right?” Jeff explained, and Eddie's shoulders dropped as he conceded to the fact of the matter.

The person on the podium raised their hands high in the air, their eyes wide, staring down at the group, “I need the rest of you to step back” They all do so immediately as the apparent mage mutters some words under their breath, “Jeffrey I need you to clear your mind of everything.”

“Well, that shouldn't be too hard”, Gareth muttered, causing a quiet ripple of laughter to spread to Eddie and Grant.

“SILENCE!” the ominous figure bellowed, shocking the three stooges into quiet, “As I was saying, Jeffrey, clear your mind and close your eyes. Look deep into your heart, and think of not only the romantic partner you wish for but what that love is like. Imagine what it feels like, at long last, to finally find your one true love. Then believe they are out there, and you are serenading only them.” Jeff's face went through a series of emotions, concentration, sadness, happiness, and resting on an expression of pure dazed bliss. The booming voice of the caped figure dropped to a whisper as they lowered their hands to the edges of the podium. Long dextrous spindly fingers crawled up the sides of the lectern to come to a stop gripping the front corners of it as a wisp of words left their mouth, “What are you singing?” There was a pause as the now very creepy-looking person stared down wantonly at Jeff, slowly tilting their head from left to right. “Find it in the book!” they hissed sharply and quickly, making the other boys stand closer together for comfort. Jeff's hands flicked rapidly through the yellowing pages of the binder, inhumanly fast, until he stopped and slammed his hand on a page, dragging his finger down it until he blinked his eyes open as if awoken from a dream, a huge smile on his face.

Jeff looked down at the page and laughed, “Oh, it's this one, alright!” His gaze returned to a now peaceful-looking person at the podium, who smiled sweetly down at him.

“Now wait your turn, go on through, and may the power of love work through you,” They said with a gentle expression of serenity and grace. Jeff walked through the curtain, and the person standing above them asked, “Who is next?” Eddie stepped forward again, but they raised their hand, “No, not you, Edward Munson. You shall be last.” Eddie screwed up his face and stepped back in line, but after what he had seen, he dared not argue.

Gareth and Grant had their turns just as Jeff had done and walked through to the main area until only Eddie remained alone with this unusual being. They smiled broadly at him, “Are you sure you know what your heart wants, Edward?” Though fearful, Eddie scoffed.

“Yeah, of course I do,” Eddie said with confidence bolstered by the most fragile porcelain.

"You know why I saved you until last, don't you? Separate from your friends?" Their eyes bored into him as Eddie shook his head. Their eyes narrowed at him in curiosity, and suddenly he felt a small film of nervous sweat break out on his forehead. "No?" Their smile widened to almost suessain levels, "My mistake. Do step forward then." Eddie obediently did so and shut his eyes like the others, but being alone made his mind wander to what might be happening when his eyes were closed, and he was alone, with no friends to protect him, from this unusual man. The performer's voice seemed to swirl around him, shifting gradually from the left ear to the right ear. A rapid slideshow of anyone Eddie ever had a crush on flicked through his thoughts. There are so many, some so secret they were even a surprise to him when they appeared, and a twinge of shame runs through him as he tries to think of Madonna, Elvira, Lita Ford and Debbie Harry. "It's time, Eddie", the celebrity faces in his head said in unison with voices deep and warped, like something from a horror movie. His eyes sprung open, and he looked down at the book, a stinging pain on his fingertip where he'd gotten a paper cut, and a single droplet of blood threatened to fall. Eddie quickly put it to his mouth to save the soiling of the book, and it pulled a sharp hiss from somewhere in the dark recesses of this alcove. Eddie looked down at the page. The list of songs was gone. There was only one printed on the page. Brass in Pocket by The Pretenders.

He looked up, "There must be some mistake. This is sung by a woman. I can't sing this." The person at the lectern did that slow tilting of their head from side to side, and their fingers scuttled forward to the front of the podium, like they were stop-motion animated. Leaning forward, their shadow grew over Eddie, and with it, a chill sent a shiver down his spine.

"Book is never wrong," They said with a different voice, this time croaky and creepy like a goblin. "Sing or silence. Join in or Miss out. Love or Loss. Your choice, Eddie Munson." The worry of missing out and being othered was too much for him, and Eddie turned the pages of the book with his eyes open in defiance. A high-pitched creepy giggle erupted from the person above him as the pages fell open to reveal precisely the same thing. He turned another page and another, and the same thing was written on each page in what felt like the entire binder. The giggling above him turned to increasingly loud laughter, the words on the page from beautiful calligraphy to scratchy writing much like his own. Finally, he grunted in frustration, and his eyes glared back at the looming creature above him. It paused, straightened up and regained its more eloquent composure and beautiful appearance, "Oh, I see now," they said. Eddie huffed and stormed through the curtains to his friends, "See you tomorrow, Edward", the muffled voice rang out with a cackle behind him. He shook it off and quickly caught up to his bandmates again.

"You get your song?" Gareth said excitedly. Eddie nods with a forced smile.

"Yeah, I think it's a mistake, but I may as well give it a shot, right?" Eddie said, receiving a friendly slap on the back from Gareth, "So what did you get?"

Gareth gave him a proud grin, "Fat Bottomed Girls, of course!" They both laughed, and Eddie nodded in understanding.

"Of course. And the other two?" Eddie inquired, hoping that one of them might have had something as different as he did.

"Well, Grant got Great Balls of Fire, and Jeff got Good Vibrations. But, wait, you said yours was a mistake. Why do you think that?" Gareth asked, knitting his brow in confusion.

"Well, this has confirmed it. All of your songs fit. Mine is so vague. Like it's more about me than the person, you know? It's just a bit of fun, though, right?" Eddie did not dare to mention all the rest of what happened back there. He doesn't have time to reprocess any of it before the girl on stage finished singing My Guy to rapturous applause and cheers, and Jeff stepped up next. Eddie observed the reasonably large set, but all that was on it was Jeff, the mic stand and a large TV on a stool, which was displaying the words to the song.

I-I love the colourful clothes she wears

And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair

I hear the sound of a gentle word

On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air

Eddie let out a singular laugh of disbelief when he heard Jeff sing a song he had never heard him sing. In falsetto, he had also never heard before. Then the crowd caught Eddie's eye, swaying gently to the music in unison, like wheat in a field. All unoccupied attendees had their eyes fixed on the Stage, singing along with every word. 

I'm pickin' up good vibrations

She's giving me the excitations

Then the chorus kicked in, and the crowd started bobbing up and down in jumps or just from dancing more quickly to the song. Some people waved their hands around in the air to the sounds of the theremin on the record. Then Eddie heard a familiar sound, a metallic jingling. He looked down and realised he was dancing too, entirely unwittingly, he turned to Gareth, Grant, and then the others behind him in the line, and they all were doing the same.

Weirded out but encompassed in joy, he can't explain, Eddie looked back to the stage and the crowd as the song ended. That's when he felt the drop in mood, like someone had sucked up all the electricity in the air. Grant stepped up next. The screen flickered with new words as he reached out for the microphone.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain

Too much love drives a man insane

You broke my will

But what a thrill

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

The environment became charged again, the crowd was fixated on the stage, and the singing and dancing recommenced. Eddie felt an itch on his arm and rolled up his sleeve. The hairs on his arm were stood on end. Something weird was going on, and Eddie was unnerved by it, but at the same time, he felt swept away in it too. Maybe it was like a gig when it was the perfect storm. A fully immersed audience in a crowded space full of raging teenage hormones.

Gareth was up next, and he didn't even need to look at the screen. Eddie smiled; this was one of Gareth's favourite songs, and he must have heard him sing it a million times about many girls in real life and through a TV screen.

Are you gonna take me home tonight?

Aah, down beside that red fire light

Are you gonna let it all hang out?

Fat bottomed girls

You make the rocking world go 'round

Gareth punctuated the last line by throwing the devil horn signal on his hand into the air. Eddie swore the ground rumbled when he did, and the crowd got louder, screaming some of them. Eddie turned back to Gareth, who was singing with his eyes screwed up tight in effort, and the beat thudded through the air vibrating right into Eddie's sternum. Looking back to the edge of the stage, Eddie saw a girl, her hair in pigtails high up on her head, her elbows resting on the stage pushed together so that her chin could rest upon her hands. Her eyes were transfixed on Gareth, but she wasn’t dancing like the others. Instead, she was swaying a little but not much else. Eddie noticed her mouth was slightly open, and her eyelids blinked slowly like she was half asleep.

The song ended, and Gareth joined the others in the crowd, and it was Eddie's turn to step up. He wasn't sure if it was the cumulation of everything that happened this evening, but the usual performer in Eddie was not available for business. He walked to the mic, looked out at the expectant crowd, and sang the words on the screen.

I got brass in pocket

I got bottle, I'm gonna use it

Intention, I feel inventive

Gonna make you, make you, make you notice 

The crowd danced slowly from side to side, singing the words with him, but it didn't feel the same as when the others were singing. He looked to his friends, who animatedly encouraged him to amp it up. With their backing, the performer in Eddie returned. He strutted across the stage length, acting out the words, and saw the crowd get more into the song. That electricity filled the air again.

'cause I gonna make you see

There's nobody else here, no one like me

I'm special

So special

I got to have some of your attention, give it to me

Eddie rechecked the front row as the song ended. The girl with pigtails was gone, and no one looked at him as she did at Gareth. He put the mic back and rejoined his friends, but when he got there, one was distinctly missing. "Where's Gareth?" Eddie asked.

Jeff and Grant exchanged a glance and smirk and gestured to further back in the tent to where Gareth was. Though not alone, the girl with the pigtails was there too. Gareth looked dazed, with lipstick smeared all around his mouth. The plush monkey deserted on the ground. Eddie laughed at a ridiculous thought but couldn't help but follow up. He walked around another group of people to get a complete look at the pair, Eddie followed the placement of Gareth's arms and hands, and as the song had predicted, she was very much a fat-bottomed girl. Eddie turned back sharply to Jeff and Grant with a wide-eyed toothy grin, running up to them, snatching up the monkey as he passed and throwing his arms around them. "It's our year, guys!! Finally!!" Eddie said, squeezing their shoulders, pulling them close to him as they laughed.

"I gotta go take a leak," Grant said, jutting his thumb to the outside of the tent.

"What? You're leaving now? Don't you wanna wait around for your girl?" Jeff exclaimed in horror.

"I'll be back. Also, the only other option right now is for me to do it right here, and I doubt that's gonna help me win anyone over, right?" Grant said, turning on his heel and walking toward the porta potties. Jeff and Eddie spend the next ten minutes or so watching the performers, and any girl that appears to have a trajectory aimed in their vicinity inspires much neatening of clothes and puffing out of chests. Still, every single one walks on by, not a smile or wave of invitation. Eddie grumbled and looked at his watch. Now he had to use the bathroom too.

He pointed at the exit so Jeff could see he was heading out. "I'm coming with you. I don't need to spend any additional time watching Gareth play tonsil hockey with Hillary" Jeff huffed and followed Eddie out but stopped abruptly when Eddie's hand planted firmly on his chest. Eddie then pointed over to the tent entrance. Jeff turned to see Grant comforting a girl with a tear-stained face and a scorched dress. He took off his leather jacket that almost drowned her, but it covered the problem areas of her outfit, and she pecked a kiss on his cheek and held his hand. Eddie turned to Jeff, and they exchanged looks of surprise. "It's working. I mean, the songs are working, right? It doesn't have to be in the tent."

"No, she was definitely in there earlier. I saw her. That's Yasmin from my Home Ec class," Eddie said. Jeff created a small huddle between the two of them.

"So here's what we know. The songs, specifically the lyrics, bring the person, providing they heard it, but you don't have to be in the tent to find them. Grant said he suddenly had to go to the bathroom, right? There is something instinctive about how this works. Grant might never have found that girl if he hadn't left the tent when he did!" Jeff worked through the problem like a puzzle in one of their D&D games. "So what is your gut telling you?"

Eddie's gut told him to make an excuse to go home and curl up in front of a movie. Only two of them were left, and Eddie's stomach churned at the thought of being the last picked. He was basically the leader of these guys, and if they all had someone and he had no one, he'd be the loser. No, this couldn't happen. Eddie turned to his acting skills and clutched at his stomach, "You know, dude, currently, my gut is telling me I shouldn't have eaten so much fairground food, and I should get home…quickly!"

Jeff looked so genuinely concerned. It had made Eddie feel rotten, deceiving his friend. "Well, ok, man. Get yourself home. Er, I'm gonna hang around a little while longer. See you at practice tomorrow?" Jeff asked, and Eddie nodded with a smile and headed back to his van briskly to head home.

Part 2

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Sorry for the first ask, I meant to say Sceo + Werewolf Abilities + Lacrosse, please <3

Thanks for the prompt!

“Why are you here?”

Theo frowns and slams himself beside Malia just because it will piss her off. He swears Scott gives him a look right then. But then his face breaks out in that stupid goofy grin, and he waves.

“Ohhh.” Malia nudges him with her elbow.

“Whatever. Like you aren’t here to watch Kira.”

“Duh. She’s hot in lacrosse pads.”

Theo shrugs and steals a handful of Malia’s popcorn. She growls but doesn’t show any teeth, so he takes another handful before leaning back on the bleachers to watch as Scott rallies the team around him.

“He’s a good captain,” Theo says after he’s finished chewing.

“I guess. I never really got this game. But I like it when Kira knocks guys over.”

Theo’s read a few rulebooks and several books on strategy. He likes it when Scott talks to him about lacrosse. It’s like the weight he usually wears on his shoulders melts away when starts talking about the team’s current offensive initiatives.

He likes the look of surprise and delight on Scott’s face when he has something meaningful to contribute to the conversation.

Watching the game is boring.

He’d watch Scott forever.

Theo keeps his eyes trained on him as he runs down the field. He pauses and passes the ball to an attacker Theo doesn’t know by name. She shoots and scores and the crowd hollers their appreciation.

“Not the type to cheer for your man?”

“Are you?”

Malia laughs and throws a handful of popcorn at his face.

Theo dodges it easily. Scott glances at him with a smile and Theo waves, unable to keep a matching smile off his face.

“You are so far gone,” Malia announces handing him her paper cup filled with some kind of soda.

Theo drinks, wondering just when his life became the kind where he has friends that he shares food with. Or the kind where he jumps to his feet and cheers when his boyfriend scores a goal.

- Waiting in the hallway, alone, listening in on the locker room is a lot more like the life Theo’s always known.

He latches onto Scott’s voice giving a speech about teamwork. He doesn’t pay too much attention to the words but enjoys the cadence of Scott’s soft voice.

Theo waits until the team finishes trickling out of the locker room to step inside.

Scott sits on the bench, towel wrapped around his hips, staring at the locker in front of him.

“You don’t seem like a man that just won the semi-final of the tri-college tournament.”

Scott runs a hand through his hair. “Hey.”

His smile when he looks at Theo is laced with sadness. Nothing like the bright grin he’d had on the field.

“What’s wrong?”

Scott shakes his head. “It’s nothing. I just sometimes feel like I’m cheating, you know?”

Theo blinks. “Cheating how?”

“I mean, the enhanced reflexes, speed, strength, the whole werewolf power set.”

“Oh. Well I suppose I’ll join the team next year, then.”

Scott stares at him. “What?”

“I mean, if all you need is werewolf powers to play this game, I’ve got that, more or less. Malia, too.”

Scott sighs. “You’re being ridiculous. You know what I mean.”

Theo slides onto the bench, inches away from Scott. Scott doesn’t even tense. Not a hint of fear.

“Fine. When you had asthma, were the players who didn’t cheating because they could run down the field faster?”

“What? No…”

“Exactly. They had advantage. And of course, they used it. Who doesn’t use every advantage they have?”

Even as he says it, Theo knows the answer.

Scott looks at his hands, bunched up in the white cloth of his towels. Damp curls fall across his forehead. Theo longs to brush them away.

“When I.. Before, I always thought that if I worked hard enough, I could be great, even at lacrosse. But I never would have played in high school if it hadn’t been for… for this.”

He lifts his right hand and unsheathes his claws.

“There’s no way to know if that’s true. Maybe you could have. I don’t think it’s being a werewolf that gives you the stubborn streak that makes the impossible possible.”

Scott flicks his claws away and smiles his sad smile again. “Maybe not.”

“Being a werewolf had nothing to do with your sappy team work speech,” Theo points out.

Scott’s smile slides past sad into something more playful. “I bet you a kiss you couldn’t repeat a single sentence from that speech.”

Theo matches his smile and leans into to brush their lips together.

“You’re right,” he whispers, “but unlike you, I don’t care about cheating.”

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Top 5 Do’s And Don’ts After Tooth Extraction(Removal)

Going through a tooth extraction (removal) can be important to keep up with oral wellbeing. Whether it’s because of decay, harm, or congestion, the recuperation interaction after a tooth extraction is basic for guaranteeing a smooth healing trip. In this blog,the best dentist in Dhantoli Dr Vandana Upwanshi will share the main 5 do’s and don’ts after a tooth extraction to assist you with accomplishing an agreeable recuperation.

Let's begin by exploring the Do's:

Take Rest:

After a tooth extraction, your body needs time to heal. Ensure you get plenty of rest in the first days following the procedure. Avoid strenuous activities and allow your body to recover. Resting will support a faster recovery process and minimize the threat of complications.

Allow the Extraction Area to Clot:

One of the critical ways in the recovery process is the conformation of a blood clot at the extraction point. This clot protects the exposed nerves and bone, promoting healing. To encourage clot conformation, avoid inordinate spitting, and be conservative while drinking fluids. However, it can lead to a painful condition called dry socket, If the clot is dislodged

Stay Hydrated:

While it’s important to be cautious with your oral conditioning, staying hydrated is pivotal for overall healing. Drink plenty of water to keep yourself hydrated, but remember to do so without disturbing the extraction point. conclude for a straw to minimize contact with the healing area.

Address Any Swelling or Pain:

Encountering a few expanding and distress after a tooth extraction is typical. To deal with these side effects, utilize indicated pain medication as coordinated by your dental specialist. Applying a virus pack to the enlarged region can likewise assist with lessening irritation.

Rinse with Saltwater:

Tenderly cleaning out your mouth with a warm saltwater result can advance tidiness and help in the recuperation cycle. Blend a teaspoon of salt in a cup of warm water and flush your mouth delicately  24 hours following the extraction.

"Don'ts" to ensure a smooth recovery:

Don't Smoke:

Smoking can significantly hold up the recovery process and boost the trouble of complications similar to infection and delayed recovery. It’s overcritical to avoid smoking for at least a few days after the extraction to promote a healthier recovery.

Avoid Spitting:

Spitting forcefully can dislodge the blood clot, leading to a painful condition known as a dry socket. Minimize spitting during the first days after the extraction to allow the clot to form and defend the recovery point.

Don't Drink Carbonated Beverages or Alcohol:

Carbonated drinks and alcohol can irritate the extraction point and delay the recovery process. Stick to water and other non-irritating,non-carbonated drinks during the original recovery period to promote optimal healing.

Don't Consume Chewy or Hard Foods:

Opt for soft, easy-to-chew foods during the first many days post-extraction. Avoid hard or leathery foods that could disturb the clot or cause discomfort. This includes nuts, seeds, popcorn, and tough flesh.

Don't Disturb the Clot:

Avoid poking or prodding the extraction point with your fingers, tongue, or any objects. Disturbing the clot can lead to complications, including dry socket, and may protract the healing process.

When preparing for tooth extraction, it can be helpful to consult directly with an experienced dentist. The dentist can provide further tips on recovering, which can be helpful to those feeling nervous about the process afterward. Additionally, the patient can have any questions and concerns addressed. Give us a call today to get scheduled for an appointment.

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🚀 Justin Bieber's Secret Hunt for New Manager REVEALED!

Justin Bieber's Managerial Melodrama: A Comedy of Errors Ah, the wonderful world of pop stars and their managers! It's like a never-ending game of musical chairs where everyone's just waiting for the music to stop, and sometimes, it's more entertaining than an episode of "The Bachelor." 🎶 So, let's talk about Scooter Braun, the manager who seems to be shedding clients faster than a cat sheds fur in the summertime. 🐱 It's like he's playing a high-stakes game of Monopoly, but instead of buying properties, he's losing big-name singers. Ariana Grande and Demi Lovato have officially said, "Thanks, but no thanks," and it's got Scooter in a spin! And then there's our boy Justin Bieber. You know, the guy who went from YouTube sensation to global heartthrob? Well, turns out he's been window shopping for new managers for three whole years. That's like spending more time deciding on a manager than most people spend deciding on a couch. 🛋️ Justin, buddy, are you looking for a manager or just the perfect avocado at the grocery store? Now, picture Scooter Braun, the man who discovered Bieber and stuck by him like a particularly stubborn piece of chewing gum. Seriously, this guy has been mentor, spokesperson, and probably even pillow fluffer to Bieber through thick and thin. But wait, rumor has it these two haven't talked for months! 📞 Maybe their phone plan has a cap on friendship minutes? But hold up, before you start sending sympathy cards, the insiders are here to set the record straight. Apparently, reports of their estrangement are "not true." So, you mean to say they're still chatting over tea and crumpets every afternoon? ☕️🫖 "Hey, Justin, how's the singing? And Scooter, still managing stuff, I assume?" Oh, and let's not forget Taylor Swift, the pop star who can turn any feud into a chart-topping hit. Remember when she accused Scooter of masterfully snatching her masters? That was quite the drama. Swift poured her heart out on Instagram, and all I could think was, "Girl, you've got the emotional range of a Shakespearean tragedy!" 🎭 But wait, there's more! Bieber jumped in to defend Scooter like a knight in shining armor, or rather, a pop star in sparkly sneakers. He's all like, "Yo, Taylor, chill out. Scooter's been our buddy since the days I was singing 'Baby, baby, baby, no!'" It's like a soap opera where the characters defend each other's honor with Instagram posts instead of swords. ⚔️ And let's not leave out Demi Lovato, who swooped in to say, "Hey, stop picking on Scooter, he's a good dude!" It's like a group of high school friends vouching for the one guy who always shared his lunch. 🥪 "Yeah, he might have stolen my cookies, but he's a good man, I swear!" In the midst of all this managerial mayhem, it's clear that loyalty is as rare as a unicorn in the pop music industry. 🦄 Celebrities standing up for their managers, managers standing up for their clients – it's like a bizarre version of "Family Feud" where the answers are all about who's got your back in the celebrity jungle. So, as we watch these pop stars navigate the crazy world of managers, let's remember that even in the glitziest of industries, friendships can be as fickle as a Hollywood weather forecast. ☀️🌧️ But hey, at least it's more entertaining than a reality TV show, right? Time to grab some popcorn and settle in for the next episode of "Managerial Melodrama." 🍿🎬# Justin Bieber's Managerial Melodrama: A Comedy of Errors Ah, the wonderful world of pop stars and their managers! It's like a never-ending game of musical chairs where everyone's just waiting for the music to stop, and sometimes, it's more entertaining than an episode of "The Bachelor." 🎶 So, let's talk about Scooter Braun, the manager who seems to be shedding clients faster than a cat sheds fur in the summertime. 🐱 It's like he's playing a high-stakes game of Monopoly, but instead of buying properties, he's losing big-name singers. Ariana Grande and Demi Lovato have officially said, "Thanks, but no thanks," and it's got Scooter in a spin! And then there's our boy Justin Bieber. You know, the guy who went from YouTube sensation to global heartthrob? Well, turns out he's been window shopping for new managers for three whole years. That's like spending more time deciding on a manager than most people spend deciding on a couch. 🛋️ Justin, buddy, are you looking for a manager or just the perfect avocado at the grocery store? Now, picture Scooter Braun, the man who discovered Bieber and stuck by him like a particularly stubborn piece of chewing gum. Seriously, this guy has been mentor, spokesperson, and probably even pillow fluffer to Bieber through thick and thin. But wait, rumor has it these two haven't talked for months! 📞 Maybe their phone plan has a cap on friendship minutes? But hold up, before you start sending sympathy cards, the insiders are here to set the record straight. Apparently, reports of their estrangement are "not true." So, you mean to say they're still chatting over tea and crumpets every afternoon? ☕️🫖 "Hey, Justin, how's the singing? And Scooter, still managing stuff, I assume?" Oh, and let's not forget Taylor Swift, the pop star who can turn any feud into a chart-topping hit. Remember when she accused Scooter of masterfully snatching her masters? That was quite the drama. Swift poured her heart out on Instagram, and all I could think was, "Girl, you've got the emotional range of a Shakespearean tragedy!" 🎭 But wait, there's more! Bieber jumped in to defend Scooter like a knight in shining armor, or rather, a pop star in sparkly sneakers. He's all like, "Yo, Taylor, chill out. Scooter's been our buddy since the days I was singing 'Baby, baby, baby, no!'" It's like a soap opera where the characters defend each other's honor with Instagram posts instead of swords. ⚔️ And let's not leave out Demi Lovato, who swooped in to say, "Hey, stop picking on Scooter, he's a good dude!" It's like a group of high school friends vouching for the one guy who always shared his lunch. 🥪 "Yeah, he might have stolen my cookies, but he's a good man, I swear!" In the midst of all this managerial mayhem, it's clear that loyalty is as rare as a unicorn in the pop music industry. 🦄 Celebrities standing up for their managers, managers standing up for their clients – it's like a bizarre version of "Family Feud" where the answers are all about who's got your back in the celebrity jungle. So, as we watch these pop stars navigate the crazy world of managers, let's remember that even in the glitziest of industries, friendships can be as fickle as a Hollywood weather forecast. ☀️🌧️ But hey, at least it's more entertaining than a reality TV show, right? Time to grab some popcorn and settle in for the next episode of "Managerial Melodrama." 🍿🎬 Read the full article

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She takes the same soda bottle as she has once heard his answer, then she walks to one of the movie seats, looking at it for a while before flopping on it. A dramatic gasp leaves her, wiggling a little bit on her seat to feel more of the cushion. "Oh my god, this is so soft." She giggles, hands resting on the armrests and she squeezes them a little with her fingers. "Jinhae, do you think your mother will not mind if I move in here?" She looks at him, a playful smile playing on her lips. Thanks to being in awe of the seat, it startles her when the sound fills the room and the big screen has been turned on. Her head drops on the armrest, a loud whine leaving her mouth while her hand is clutching her chest, feeling her heart beating faster than before. "I need a warning next time!"

Only when she feels the bucket on her lap, she lifts her head to look at the screen and then the popcorn on her lap. It doesn't even take a second for her to have popcorn in her mouth, humming when it hits her tastebuds. "You know, next time you should try to make popcorn that has either chocolate or caramel sauce covering them." She hums while chewing, the back of her hand moving to cover her mouth. "I'm keeping my eyes on you." She glances in his direction, only to turn her gaze back towards the screen when people appear on it. Upon hearing his question, she nods. "A blanket would be nice."

     thankfully, the projector system was a lot easier to work with for him. otherwise, another rageful fit would ensue, knowing his temper well. he searches through the library of movies, typing out the movie name using the remote. " o-kaaay, maybe we'll go with like casino royale or something, that's a classic. " he chooses which james bond movie he likes the most, or at least in his top three list. " hmm ? i'll just have the same drink you'll get. " he answers simply, walking to the popcorn machine and grabbing one of the big empty buckets nestled at the top of it, scooping away and filling it to the brim. " this smells so good. having a popcorn machine is going to be so bad for my diet. " jinhae comments with a laugh, sprinkling some salt on top of it before running to sit on the lounge chair beside hers.

he puts the bucket of popcorn on her lap, grabbing a handful along the way. with a mischievous grin, he shakes his head, " oh, that's funny if you think you that putting the phone in your back pocket's going to do anything. but i'll spare you for now. " the male murmurs over to her, eyes glued on the screen as the movie starts. " did you want a blanket or anything ? " he asks, " you know, just in case things get brutal and you'd have to hide ? "

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Ranpo Edogawa Boyfriend Headcanons

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Hey! I hope you are having a great day! 

I don't know if anyone has asked before, but I was wondering if I can ask for headcanons of Ranpo Edogawa as a boyfriend? Btw, I wanted to say that you are one of my favorite writers on Tumblr and I just love reading the things you write!  ♡ 

Whichever lovely person requested Ranpo, I wanted to thank you for your patience and kindness. Enjoy your headcanons. ♡

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You’re too lucky: You have this “little” guy man, wrapped around your finger. 

 No, seriously. Ranpo’s in LOVE with you.  

You met the sassy green-eyed detective when Kunikida encouraged you to join the Armed Detective Agency. Being assigned as Ranpo’s partner, you quickly became     mesmerized by his “ability” to solve impossible crimes. When you     expressed your admiration to Ranpo, he (cockily) replied, “I know.” 

His heartless response nearly crushed your soul; however, when you utilized your ability to save him from death’s doorstep, courteous of Chuuya Nakahara, he discovered himself stranding with a bouquet of daisies on your doorstep. 

He expressed, “No one’s ability ever impressed me; I often think my way out of things quickly, but I didn’t today. Though I have been nothing but mean and was never determined to put your safety first; you did me. Thus, it’s not your ability that impressed me, but your heart does.”   

Good compliment, but it still hurt.

After his confession, Ranpo granted you permission to enter his “secret” snack locker. 

 Overtime, you noticed that you didn’t enter Ranpo’s locker for the free sweets, you simply enjoyed seeing the wide smile sticked to his face. 

Asked you on a date via Candy Hearts on Valentine’s Day. 

 When you sat at your desk inside the ADA office after a long day, you looked down. On your desk, there was three candy hearts laid out that spelled:   

  You Me Date  

From there, the rest is history: 

Just kidding, when would I leave you hanging like that? 

R.e.f.u.s.e.s  to watch anything besides detective television series: 

 Ranpo’s favorite show is Scooby Doo. Once the guilty character appears on screen, Ranpo identifies them and begins explaining why they had the motive to commit a crime.   

 Asked you to dress up as Shaggy and Velma for Halloween.   

  Invited Atsushi to be Scooby Doo; he agreed.   

 Enjoys watching Buzzfeed Unsolved: True Crime  

is ALWAYS snacking on popcorn when he’s watching television shows or movies. 

As Ranpo is eating, he will stop chewing to comment upon what detectives are doing wrong. He will begin addressing them as “dummies,” “idiots,” and “goobers.”   

As Ranpo gets angrier, he eats faster and rolls his eyes.  

It’s kind of cute.

When Ranpo talks shit, ENCOURAGE him. 

Though his comments can be rude; you cannot help but succumb to how   A D O R A B L E   Ranpo is when he’s frustrated.   

“Can you believe that idiot? He couldn’t walk me home! Probably went to find another place to die. Well, good riddance.”   

Lightly chuckling at his anger, you’ll respond, “Tell ‘um, babe.” “Fuck him.”   

Filled with steam, Ranpo will say, “Yeah, fuck him!” 

Gets F.U.R.I.O.U.S. when you put yourself in danger. 

When you faced the Black Lizards alone, you returned beaten, bloodied, and battered. Despite refusing to leave your side or release your hand in the hospital, Ranpo REFUSED to TALK to YOU.  

Since Ranpo has grown accustomed to your love, he doesn’t know what he would do without you. He HATES imagining the thought of you leaving him, even to something as uncontrollable as death.

Spell it with me: Ranpo is a   S.P.O.I.L.E.D.   B.R.A.T.    and YOU instigate it.  

You purchase Ranpo’s favorite sweets at the grocery store.   

If Ranpo is tired, you ALWAYS allow him to lay his head on your lap as you play with his hair. Expect Ranpo to fall asleep quickly...   

If Ranpo “requires” attention, he pretends to injure himself. He knows you’ll be running to comfort him within seconds.

Do not expect any public displays of affection. Only selective members of the ADA witness you holding hands once in a blue moon, but Ranpo enjoys keeping his relationship behind closed doors. 

Doesn’t enjoy public dates - Ranpo prefers to stay bundled within the walls of your shared household. 

Expect to bake a ton of sweets together, watch movies, cuddle, and plan picnics in your backyard.   

Ranpo’s logic: Within the comfort of his own home, Ranpo doesn’t have to pretend to be someone else. He understands that you fell in love with him, not because he is the “perfect detective,” but your version of the “perfect man.”   

The one time that Ranpo attempted to partake in a public date, he scheduled a cooking class. However, he quickly grew upset when he discovered the class concentrated on making actual food, not sweets or candy. 

“This is a bunch of baloney, literally.”   

Ranpo LOVES to go on long car rides. 

Sorry, you’re driving.

You’ve developed a TERRIBLE habit of squeezing Ranpo’s cheeks in public.

Cue Ranpo glaring at you with the “are you serious” face.

P.E.T.N.A.M.E.S. G.A.L.O.R.E.

“Congratulations, cupcake! I’m so proud of you!”   

“Thanks, sweetheart. Don’t forget to grab my icing at the store!” 

Sometimes your relationship becomes strenuous because you’ll act like his mother: 

You’ll wake Ranpo up to go to work in the morning.   

He will ask you to do his laundry.   

Begs you to make his plate when you cook dinner because he doesn’t want to get up from the couch.  

Relies on you to clean the dishes.    

A bit of a GASLIGHTER (but a playful version). 

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll just walk by myself today.” Two seconds later you’ll hear him huff.

“You’re always at work. I could use some love! What does a guy have to do to get a kiss around here?” 

“You’d be the prettiest woman in the world if you would come to bed.” 

However, the benefits of being in love with Ranpo outweigh the costs: 

His small romantic gestures make your heart GROW three sizes larger: 

When Ranpo is walking to work with you, he picks random wildflowers, ties the bundle together with a string, and places them on your desk. 

Composes tiny love letters and places them around the house for you to find. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.” 

“I thought you were always pretty cute... Sorry, forgot the ‘and.’” 

Purchases items that remind him of you. 

Purchases you gifts that remind him of himself. 

“I got you this so you can always think of me no matter where you are!” 

L.O.V.E.S. when you’re admired by society. Every person and their mother ADMIRES and ADORES you. 

When you were being interviewed for capturing a wanted criminal, Ranpo was sitting (front-row seat) in the audience watching you with stars in his eyes. 

In his head, he was shouting, “That’s my woman!” 

Celebrates your success - When you complete a task for the ADA, you’ll arrive home to discover cupcakes waiting for you in the kitchen. When you look up from the counter, you’ll see Ranpo grinning with a handful of roses. 

“I’M SO PROUD OF YOU, CUPCAKE!” 

When you and Ranpo are not assigned to work together, Ranpo will arrive home, change into his fluffy pajamas, and gossip about his entire mission.

Usually, Ranpo will rant about the police. His stories always end in the sentence, “so I came in to save the day. Now everyone is fine, thanks to me.”

Yes, Ranpo; everyone is good, besides the man who was brutally murdered.  

DEFENDS YOU AT ALL COST - If someone is talking about you, Ranpo never fails to stick up for you. 

When Ranpo overheard Kunikida ranting about the way you chose to confront the Black Lizards, Ranpo’s sassy defensive attitude jumped into action:

“I’m starting to think you’re just jealous that she can beat all three of them, but you can’t even handle one person with a few bombs.”   

Kunikida didn’t respond; he rolled his eyes and continued reading his emails.

Ranpo chuckled and muttered, “Thats what I thought. Keep their name out of your mouth.”   

ALWAYS reminds you that you’re loved beyond words. 

Ranpo knows you are living a difficult life. He acknowledges that you (like him) need to be reminded that you’re irreplaceable. Thus, he never fails to take your hand in his own, stare into your eyes, smile at you, and gently assure you, 

“I hope you know you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you beyond words. Thank you for accepting me and loving me.” 

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Let’s talk about this S.U.B.M.I.S.S.I.V.E. man: 

I’m choosing to address this first - You took Ranpo’s virginity on the night he admitted he was madly in love with you. 

 After Ranpo’s first sexual experience, he became a fucking      fiend... literally

Ranpo is a grower, not a shower. He’s not extremely large, but he is 6.5 inches. Though Ranpo doesn’t have the largest cock you’ve ever seen, he knows how to work it (that’s all that matters). 

Have you ever heard of a pillow prince? Well, that’s Ranpo.

His favorite sex position is Cowgirl.

He despises doesn’t enjoy being on top. 

Ranpo cannot determine which one he enjoys more; being praised or degraded. If I’m being honest; Ranpo is in the mood for any foul words that escape your lips when he’s horny. 

“You’ve been such a good boy solving all of those cases today. Do you think I should give you a little reward for being so helpful?” You’ll whisper in Ranpo’s ear as you’re stroking a hand over his prominent erection.  

“Do you enjoy fucking my pussy? You’re so fucking desperate for me, aren’t you?” 

Enjoys the image of your beautiful body clad in skimpy lingerie; especially two-piece sets that are burgundy red, forest green, brown, or dark yellow. 

Ranpo is a little perverted; especially when it comes to sniffing your panties.

You still fail to recognize how five or six pairs of your panties have gone missing.    

L.O.V.E.S. when you tease him: Ranpo will whine like a little baby, but he enjoys being toyed with. 

As Ranpo is sitting in front of your fully dressed figure clad in nothing but his underwear and wrinkled white button down, you’ll roughly grab his face and force him to look into your eyes. You will whisper, “Too bad you were a bad boy today. I was going to let you fuck me, but maybe I’ll suck your cock until you’re on the edge of cumming; then I’ll leave you to please yourself.”  

ADORES being strapped to the bed as you order him around. 

Ranpo’s BIGGEST weakness is having his arms and legs strapped to the headboard as you hover your pussy above his face.

“Oh baby, you’re so desperate for a taste; aren’t you?” 

He’ll beg, “Please, sit on my face.”       

Bonus points will be awarded if you don’t give the brat what he wants.

Let’s address the obvious:   FOOD PLAY 

If you strive to be in a relationship with Ranpo, you’ll need to incorporate candy in the bedroom. He enjoys using whipped cream, strawberries, cherries, caramel, and chocolate syrup. 

As Ranpo decorates your prominent nipples with whipped cream, he stares at your body wondering, “I wonder if the whipped cream is sweeter here, or her pussy?” He’ll have to taste both to decide. 

Ranpo LOVES replaying the time you dripped caramel syrup on your clit. He watches closely as he licks his lips ready to bury his tongue in you.   

“I know you love dessert.” Ranpo immediately nodded and jumped between your legs. Before he could eat the sweet liquid off of your pussy, you grab onto his hair holding him back. As Ranpo whines, you chuckle at his eagerness

“Open wide,” you order. Ranpo smiled and showed you his tongue. Slowly, you guide him to your clit.

Order Ranpo to mark you: Ranpo willingly acknowledges that he’s not a dominant individual within the bedroom, but he LOVES when your body physically shows that you’re his.  

Don’t get too lost: Ranpo a.d.o.r.e.s. when hickies decorate his neck, stomach, and hips as well.

Willingly buries his face in your pussy: 

Lean against the wall and drape your leg over his shoulder as Ranpo is tongue-length deep in your pussy. Watching your juices drip down his face is a sight you’ll never forget.

Thoroughly enjoys when you run your hands through his hair to pull him further into your cunt. 

“Oh God, you’re doing so good, baby.” You’ll moan as Ranpo drags in tongue over your clit. You tug his head closer indirectly ordering him to suck your pussy harder.

Suck Ranpo’s balls while you’re giving him a hand job. 

Caught up in the fast motions of your hand and the vibration your chuckling on his balls, Ranpo cannot help but moan, “Thank you, y/n.”  

BLINDFOLD HIM: Ranpo will let you do ANYTHING to him.   

Don’t be afraid to have a powerful presence - Say: “If you lay a hand on your cock before I get home, you won’t touch me for a week.” - a.k.a MASTERBATION BAN

O.r.g.a.s.m.         D.e.n.i.a.l. 

I dare you to Tease Ranpo until he’s about to cum. Before he explodes, leave him.   

  Poor Baby...

Try tying Ranpo’s limbs together before denying his release.

R.I.M.J.O.B.S: Ranpo’s Weakness

Please Degrade him while you’re eating his ass. Don’t worry, your hurtful words only add to Ranpo’s pleasure.   

Get’s D.R.U.N.K. on the feeling of your pussy pulsing on his cock. 

As you’re riding him, lean down into his ear, halt your movements, and whisper, “beg me to continue.” 

 “Please, please, please. I’m in love with your pussy and the way you squeeze me. Please don’t stop.”

Cums in your mouth or on your breasts. 

Ranpo also   L.O.V.E.S  being ordered to cum inside of your pussy with your consent. 

Hardly ANY aftercare. I’m sorry, Ranpo will fall asleep immediately. He’s a tired little baby and he isn’t afraid to admit it. 

Yes, he snores.

However, it is a requirement to cuddle after sex because Ranpo loves it. He enjoys being close to you and he needs reassurance that you’re not leaving after sharing such an intimate moment together. 

“I can’t keep my eyes open,” Ranpo will whisper throwing his head back on the pillow.   

“I know, baby. Go to sleep,” You’ll whisper as he begins snoring when his head falls on your shoulder.     

Before Ranpo drifts off to sleep, he will look over into your eyes, smile, and whisper, “Sleep well, I love you.”