#But I promise I have been thinking about this since I first played Don't Starve like 10 years ago

[argothiathedreamer]

Begging for a building/survival game in a huge world with good farming and cooking mechanics and no monsters.

Let me explore a procedurally generated world with fascinating landscapes and creatures and let there be nothing in it more willing to attack me than any normal wild animal.

"well what about progression and skills? How do we keep it interesting for players?"

New recipes unlocked for cooking! Special recipes you can only find in special puzzle dungeons! The thrill of exploration and maybe a bestiary to fill out!

And importantly you'd have a hunger gauge to manage! Maybe you start to lose health if you stay hungry too long! Maybe you just get fatigued! Maybe you can get sick! Could be anything!

Game studios listen to me! I have ideas!!!

[beeing1alive]

Tokyo Revengers Boys, if you kiss them without warning

Note: You are not yet in a relationship in this scenario, but about to be. I hope you like it

Mikey didn't think about it at all and just kissed you back a few seconds later. You couldn't tell by looking at him, but he was naturally uncomfortable. He doesn't regret it though, he loves your soft lips and wants to kiss them again, but he knows that he'll probably have to make the first move.

Darken just looked at you for a few seconds and realised what you'd just done. As always, he tried to play it cool, like he didn't really care, but I can tell you, later that night, he thought about it and he couldn't stop smiling and he hoped that he'd get to kiss you again someday.

Mitsuya blushed, but pulled you close. Honestly, he likes you either way, so why wouldn't he do that, it's one of the best chances he'll ever have. He would have acted on intuition and of course he let you go as soon as he realised what he'd done and apologised. Still, his thoughts kept going back to it, he doesn't know why himself.

Chifuyu definitely enjoyed it and even closed his eyes to savour the moment even more. But unfortunately, this magical moment had gone as quickly as it had come. When your soft lips moved away from his again, he woke up from his own little bubble and got a little scared. Of course, he apologised to you and disappeared as quickly as he could.

Baji took you by the shoulders after the kiss as gently as he could at that moment and asked you what you were thinking. You might think at that moment that he didn't like it but, let me tell you, he loved it. Since that moment, he hasn't been able to think straight or sleep. He wants you to do it again. Again and again and again, but of course he won't tell you that.

Takemichi has stopped breathing, but still puts an arm around you. With his arm gently wrapped around your waist and your face so close to yours, your lips on his. He doesn't quite know why, but he thanked you for the kiss and maybe cried a little, not crying, but maybe a single, happy tear running down his cheek.

Angry returned the kiss. Simply without thinking about it and, in fact, at that moment without any charm. Unfortunately, the embarrassment only came afterwards and, much to his regret, much more strongly than usual. He ran away, to be honest, but he couldn't do anything but think about it all day until he finally lay in his bed and replayed the whole moment in front of his eyes, like a film, over and over again and he also wondered what would have happened if he had stayed there.

Smiley pulled you closer to him and asked you what you thought you were doing. Paired with that mischievous grin, he looked very amused, but don't worry, you'll just have to remain constant, withstand his gaze and, if you're feeling particularly brave, kiss him again. I promise you, his confident facade fell away and he did the anoint like his brother, he ran off to think about it, which he actually did. He couldn't think about anything else, but that's another problem.

Hakkai's brain has stopped working. He can't remember almost anything, just one thing. Your soft, gentle lips on his and how much he longs to kiss you again. He probably left without a word, didn't talk to anyone else that day either, and this memory, this realisation, only came into his head in the evening and he thought about it for the rest of the night and his cheeks glowed red, like fire, the whole time.

Kazutora asked you directly what you had done. He didn't understand why this, objectively speaking, so simple touch felt so good. He's just so starved for touch and will also ask you if you can do it again. Please, just give him another kiss, then he'll be satisfied for a while and think about it for a while until it occurs to him that he might like you. It hits him like a wave of emotions, he wants you to touch him more often, but he doesn't know whether and how to tell you.

Koko was confused but happy and asked you what the kiss was for. For a few seconds he was afraid that you might have just kissed him because you wanted money from him, but this thought quickly disappeared when you told him with that sweet blush on your face that you just wanted to kiss him and hadn't thought about it. He also gave you a kiss and then just carried on with what he was doing before, leaving you confused. But honestly, he didn't sleep that night because he had to think about your soft lips.

Inupi returned the kiss and he loved it, of course he didn't show it outwardly, his usual expression adorned his face, but the slight, sweet blush on his face gave him away. He actually thought about it for a long time and came to the conclusion that he liked you. I mean, what else could be the reason that he wants to kiss you again and again and that he really longs for it?

Hanma teased you about it, but of course he understood that it meant a lot, he's not as stupid as he seems. He laughed about it and made fun of it, but he caught himself thinking about it over and over and he wanted to feel it again. No kidding, he wants to be kissed by you again, but a little more intimate, more personal. As you can guess, he'll never admit it, maybe someday when you're in a committed relationship.

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[benkeibear]

『 Becoming his princess 』

☼ synopsis: Toji was obsessed with making you his sweet anal princess - entirely drunk on his cock stretching you so well.

☼ character: Toji

☼ wc: 3.2k

☼ cw: fem!reader, anal play, (first time) anal, Toji talking the reader into trying something new and pushing boundaries, consent checks, sex toys, lots of teasing and praise, reader getting called "good girl" and "princess", overstimulation, creampie, mentions of fingering, gentle aftercare

☼ notes: welcome to the depths of my brain when it comes to this man. Thank you @suyacho and @kenpachisbrat for letting me write this in chat! 🫶 | don't forget to sign up for my taglist so you won't miss a post!

Toji had always been an ass man, that much was clear. Whenever you two were cuddling on the couch or making out, his broad hands always found their way to the globes of your ass. You didn't mind it, you were actually starting to enjoy it, but lately he started to push you further. The talk of trying out anal came up, which you quickly turned down. Your ass was a one-way route, exit only and the thought about having Tojis cock in there made your skin crawl in all the wrong ways. Without another choice, Toji didn't bring up the topic again, but he didn't stop to feel you up either since you never expressed any issues with it previously, so why not push your boundaries a little?

The next time he had you on all fours, he grinned dirty when his tongue dragged through your drenched folds, eating you out like a man starved, but instead of sinking his tongue into your cunt to have more of your juices melt on his tongue, he dragged it further up to tongue at your puckered hole for just a second. The foreign sensation made you squeak and move away before giving him an angry glare, to which he only feigned innocence, hands held up high, but that wolfish grin on his lips gave it away. “Just couldn't stop myself, darling. Won't happen again,” he promised, half assed but he meant it. You made it clear that you didn't like it and he wouldn't push it - at least not with his tongue. In reality, you weren't sure about how you felt about it, that big taboo clouded your judgment because it actually didn't feel that bad when his wet tongue toyed with your ass, but you shook your head, the thought gone as quickly as it came. Perhaps you'd let him indulge in his little fantasies when you're fucked dumb on his cock, at least that way you won't be able to think about it too much.

Toji was caught by surprise when you nodded softly as he was running his thumb over your puckered hole, his dick buried deep in your cunt. “Want me to push it in, hm?” He asked with a teasing smirk, but that was his mistake, he made you think about it. Unsure about it, you groaned into the pillows, your face buried in the plush fabric, while your hips were high and working to meet his thrusts. “Don’t ask me like that... That's weird,” you mumbled between breathless moans and he made a mental note about putting you in this position again next time, simply putting his hand back onto the globe of your ass as he continued to fuck you into the mattress. Once again, your mind was clouded with the taboo you almost explored and perhaps you just needed to talk with him? Let him know that you're simply nervous about it and his teasing isn't helping - quite the opposite, actually.

"Why do I want to fuck your ass?” Toji repeated your question, the heat rising to your face upon hearing his words that were followed by a chuckle.

“Because that's hot and feels good. For both of us, if it's done right,” he eventually answered nonchalantly, and you nodded.

“Would you do it then? The right way, I mean, so it feels good? But please stop your teasing it's-” Your words started flooding out, rambling in your nervous and slightly embarrassed state, but the black-haired man interrupted you.

“You're rambling, my sweet,” he grinned and leaned in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss that left you wanting more. His lips always left you addicted, wiping your head empty and filling it solely with him.

“Let me make you feel good.” His words sent shivers down your spine and you absentmindedly nodded, allowing him to give you that sweet taste of pleasure you both craved now. In an instant, he pulled you across the couch and onto his lap, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his hands roamed over your back and your sides as your lips collided in a heated make-out session.

It only took a few minutes until his hands discarded your shirt, his skin hot against your bare chest, when he kissed down your neck to leave love bites along the way. A raspy moan escaped your throat when his teeth tugged at one of your nipples before his tongue immediately lapped over it to soothe the sting. The mix of pain and gentle caress almost drove you insane. Shaky hands started pulling at his jet black strands when his lips left soothing kisses scattered across the valley of your chest. Lost in the feeling of his lips and tongue against your breast, you barely noticed how he picked you up to carry you to the bedroom, ever so gently setting you down on the mattress, where his warmth left your body for just a moment.

"One word and we stop," he whispered into your ear when he returned to his position on top of you again, dragging your favorite toy - a small magic wand - across the inside of your bare thigh, the lowest setting already letting your skin tingle deliciously, but you nodded. "Hmm, yes," you verbally confirmed when he removed the toy from your leg, an expectant look on his face. "That's my good girl. Using her words for me," he muttered against your skin and rewarded you by letting the toy glide over your already slick folds. Soft moans erupted almost instantly, the pleasure was near overwhelming.

His fingers soon joined the toy, the vibration taking your focus away as he dragged them between your folds without dipping them in, instead letting them glide lower between your cheeks. The lube was almost dripping off of them when he started massaging your puckered hole with his middle finger. Eyes full of insecurity shot up at him when you felt him slowly push inside, but not enough to slip past the tight ring of muscles yet.

Your hands started to claw at his arm, trying to stop him and he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss once again, the vibrations against your clit getting more intense.

"Color?" His voice was uncharacteristically soft and you struggled to answer him between moans "ye-yellow." The words eventually slipped out and he hummed in acknowledgment - You didn't say red, so it was okay to continue.

His lips returned to yours as the magic wand remained teasing your bundle of nerves until a gasp escaped your mouth. Toji couldn't hold back the smirk against your lips at how cute your reaction was, his finger slotted deeply inside your ass, unmoving.

Only when you started desperately grinding against the wand did you register his finger inside of you and a desperate "green" left your lips, almost in a scream. You were on the verge of an orgasm and all your previous little worries didn't exist. Your mind was feeling as light as a feather when he pushed a second finger in right before the vibration of the toy gave you that sweet release you were so desperately chasing after. Toji groaned when he felt you clench around him, so tight just with his fingers inside of you that it made his erection grow painful, but he had to wait. His fingers kept pumping into you, curling and scissoring them to stretch you further. The foreign feeling started to feel good and Toji was able to see the change in your eyes.

It was exactly how he planned this to go, making you feel so good and making you lose your mind with pleasure as he pushed your boundaries until you're begging him to fuck your little ass.

"Be my good girl and turn around," he mused and slowly pulled out of you, which made you whine. You felt so pathetic when that noise escaped your throat, but you did as told, wanting this high back you felt moments ago. The orgasm was more intense than usual.

"Atta girl," his voice was raspy as the need in him grew from seeing you in such a vulnerable position for him - laying on your stomach with your hips held high just for him.

Your slick folds were on full display for him as he let some more lube drip onto your puckered hole, chuckling when you flinched from the cool liquid. "Careful, it's cold," he teased, warning you far too late, but before you could react to his words, another toy pushed against your hole. Unsure where he even got it, you braced yourself and Toji held the magic wand against your wet cunt once more, trying to help you relax for him.

The plug slid in surprisingly easy and you looked over your shoulders at your lover with doe eyes, feeling so good but scared at the same time. The metal object made you feel full, stretching your insides while his thumb slid into your pussy to massage your g-spot until he had you right where he wanted to again. All the stimulation tightened the knot inside of you at record speed, threatening to snap the next time his thumb pushed against your sweet spot, but it never came. Instead, Toji removed his finger and started moving the anal plug, the buzzing of the toy against your clit finally taking you over the edge a second time.

Your muscles sucked the plug back in, clenching tightly around it, which made you feel so full already and it only made you crave more. The black-haired man knew exactly what he was doing, corrupting you, making you crave having your ass filled with his cock and it was working.

When the shocks of pleasure wore off, Toji continued playing with the plug inside of you, pulling and pushing - he wanted you to whine, to admit how good it felt to you. He broke you down slowly but surely and you enjoyed it. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly when you started pushing back into him, breathless moans falling from your lips and getting swallowed by the pillows beneath you.

“What was that?” He asked teasingly and at the same time, he pulled the little metal plug out of you.

“You want my fingers again?” His voice sounded menacing, having heard your plea for his fingers perfectly well.

“Fuck- Toji… Just finger me already,” you snapped embarrassed, wanting him to work you open so you could finally feel his cock inside of you.

You were always so drunk on his cock, craving it inside of you in one way or another and the thought of having him fill yet another hole of yours started to excite you rather than scare you. His chuckle sounded mean, but you didn't bother focusing on it when two of his thick fingers pushed into your ass once again, this time with ease.

“You take me so well, darling. Gonna make you my little anal princess, hm? Want me to fuck your ass so badly?” He started to mock you, his voice laced with amusement with every whine of pleasure you provided him with and you didn't need to answer him. The way you bit your lip absentmindedly at his words was enough for him to know you wanted this as badly as he did now.

Thoughtful as he was, Toji turned the little wand on again to help you relax because his fingers were nothing compared to the girth of his dick and it would hurt. Both his fingers remained inside of you as he used his other hand to slick up his cock with the lube, using a generous amount to make things easier for you.

“Ready to be my little princess?” He asked with a smirk as he pulled his fingers out painfully slow, the tip of his dick now kissing your puckered hole, and slowly he pushed in, never enough to slip even the tip inside of you. He wanted to hear you beg for him, beg him to fuck your sweet little ass. He needed you to beg him to ruin you completely, claim your body fully and never be satisfied with another man ever again.

The anticipation his endless teasing brought drove you insane, the vibration against your pussy wasn't strong enough to give you the pleasure you craved and you knew that you needed him inside of you to cum again, needed to have him ruin you to find pleasure.

"To-ji,” his name was cut in half by a whimper when just his tip slipped into your puckered hole, only to disappear again.

“Just fu- just fuck me already,” you almost screamed it, shame sitting deep inside of you at having to beg him to finally take you from behind, but he made you taste poison and you liked it.

“As you wish,” a wolfish grin spread over his lips and a single thrust was all it took for him to be settled inside of you, his heavy balls slapping against your wet cunt in the process.

Your eyes opened wide at the intrusion, unsure if it hurt or felt good - you just felt full. Feeling you clench around him like a vice was almost painful to him, but he granted you time to get used to the feeling.

“Taking me so well. So good for me.” His words were soothing, kisses against your spine helped you relax further, but when he turned the wand higher again, your hips jerked up, letting you feel him so much deeper inside of you. A high-pitched moan left your lips, almost a yelp, but it was filled with a foreign sense of pleasure. Your walls stopped gripping Toji’s cock like a vice, giving him the opportunity to finally move inside of you. His thrusts were slow but deep, his hips rolling against yours to make you feel each thrust dragging along your walls. The overwhelming feeling of being so unusually full, paired with the strong vibration against your already overly sensitive bundle of nerves had you panting like a bitch in heat, your hips bucking into him and helplessly humping the wand.

“Ah, ah. You'll cum from my cock, princess,” Toji ordered and removed the toy from your pussy.

A loud whine of protest escaped your lips, but it turned into one of pleasure when he rolled his hips particularly hard, catching you off guard by how good it felt. You were so close, but it was never enough to take you over the edge. The feeling of Toji's cock in your ass was too foreign and intense to snap that knot inside of your stomach - or at least that's what you thought. Toji slumped over you, no longer able to hold up his weight entirely as he caged you in, his huge body forcing your hips down against the mattress so he had you in prone bone.

The simple change of position made you feel so small compared to your lover, his hot breaths and grunts driving you insane and before you knew it, you were clawing into the pillows, chanting his name like a lewd prayer as another orgasm washed over you. "Fuck! That's my good girl," Toji praised, his voice deep and strained from the way you clenched around his cock, so hard he could barely thrust into you anymore, but that's exactly what he liked. Your little ass was just so perfect for him and no one else ever made you feel this way. It gave him the biggest ego boost with the way you were singing so pretty for him.

Your ears were ringing from the intensity of your orgasm, barely able to hear the praise that fell from your lover's lips, only the strangled moan followed by harsh pants when he finally released inside of you. Unable to help it, you whined loudly. The feeling of his cum filling you up made you realize that it would be over soon and you didn't want this ecstatic feeling to end yet, not when you just started enjoying it. Your pathetic whine made Toji chuckle, his black hair tickling your shoulder as he shook his head.

"You're so damn greedy, you know that?" He asked amused and pulled your hips into him so he could slide the magic wand between your pussy and the mattress once again, the highest setting buzzing against your clit. "To-ji," you moaned his name, "too much." Your voice was hoarse, but he didn't listen. The feeling of your ass clenching tightly around his cock was drowning out your little sounds of protest. "Stop crying and fucking cum," he groaned into your ear, an order you knew you should follow. You could have told him "red," but you didn't, craving the feeling of yet another orgasm even if your overstimulated clit screamed for mercy.

When you finally reached your peak, Toji was hissing into your ear as you milked him dry, trying to get every drop of his seed into your greedy body. "You're doing so good for me. Took me so well." His voice was soft, uncharacteristically sweet, even when the wand slowly lost the intensity until he shut it off entirely. Your clit still twitching from the intense vibration it just felt and all you could do was nod. You were his good girl, his sweet little anal princess and he was so proud of you.

Carefully, Toji slipped out of you, his hands spreading your cheeks to see your hole gape from the previous intrusion and it was a sight he could certainly get used to. There was a grin on his face when he watched his cum run down to your still-glistening cunt, a finger following the trail of white liquid.

“I should make sure that your little pussy doesn't feel neglected, don't you think?" Toji mused out, a single finger pushing some of his seed into your entrance, but you shook your head. "Red." The word left your lips in a mumble and he immediately stopped teasing you.

"Let's take a bath then, or you'll regret it in the morning," he said matter-of-factly before scooping you up into his arms and throwing you over his shoulder, which never fails to make you laugh. It was such a silly thing to him, but you looked like you needed more gentle aftercare this time, so a bath and some cuddles after would do it.

"How're ya feelin'?" Toji's voice was gentle now as his arms wrapped around you and his head rested on top of yours, bodies surrounded by hot water.

"'m good. A bit sore, to be honest," you mumbled back to him, your head resting against his broad chest, adoring just how caring he can be if he wants to.

"You'll get used to it. The first always is worst, but you seemed to enjoy it regardless," he pointed out, a shit-eating grin spreading over his lips and you could hear it in his voice.

"Just shut up, Fushiguro." You laughed softly and bit his arm in a playful way. But he was right - you did enjoy it and perhaps you'll let him have both holes next time.

[walpu]

Aventurine and Ratio hcs of their s/o performing a lap dance to them...👀 (separately)

oh 👀👀👀👀

sorry it's a bit short I'm writing this in between flights 😭a really hope I didn't mess up with Ratio's characterization since it's my first time writing for him

performing a lap dance to them

characters - Aventurine, dr. Ratio notes - gn!reader, a bit suggestive, no beta

Aventurine

Ngl he would adore it.

Having you so close to him, giving him your undivided attention while performing something just for him? Yeah.

He's greedy for your attention in general so of course he would like you doing something so intimate for him.

He's a patient man so he would not jump into actions, allowing you to tease him while his eyes linger on your partly exposed body.

May try to seek your touch, hugging your waist or unbuttoning your shirt for you. It's up for you to decide if he's allowed to touch you during the prosses tho 🤭

If you tell him that he's allowed only to watch then he'll do just that.

"My, so strict~ Will I at least be rewarded for my patience? It's no fun if there is no reward~"

He's bluffing, seeing you like that is already a reward.

He's seen you naked before so it shouldn't be a big deal anyway just some fun but damn. You, on hid lap, slooooowly removing your clothes while grinding against his hips?

Okay maybe he's not so patient actually.

He'll let you finish but as soon as you're done with the dance he's all over you, kissing you as if he's been starving for it for months, his hands caressing your body anywhere he can reach.

Don't try to play hard to get with him or he'll turn into a needy and whining mess I'm so serious. You promised him the reward for his patience after all.

dr. Ratio

lmao this man

I know a lot of people see him as a repressed virgin but I really don't think that's the case. MAYBE he's a virgin. But I he's not repulsed/embarrassed when it comes to the topic of sex or kinky stuff.

He is, however, a man with priorities. And right now his priority is to rate his students' homework.

So can you stop distracting him? You can't.

He scolds you and rolls his eyes when you laugh, trying to focus on the papers and not on the way your shirt slides down your shoulders. And differently not on the way you keep grinding against his hips. And surely not on the way you put your arms around his neck, whispering god knows what into his ear.

He could easily try to push you away if he wanted to. Don't point this out to him, he's aware.

It's so embarrassing to him because he knows he should focus but he just can't, not when you're doing this. And he needs to be fully focused if he wants to cure his students from "the persistent disease named ignorance". So dramatic and for what

Maybe if you remind him that body and mind need rest to function properly he'll relax just a bit.

Eventually his focus fully shifts to you, his hands, while not persistent, find their way to your hips, pulling you closer.

May or may not give come remarks about your technic.

Ask him to grade your performance and he actually will lol

"Zero points for your behavior" "Aw :(" "...but seven points for the technic and emotional involvement".

Now why the fuck it's only seven.

Now you just have to do it again. You know, to show your improvement.

[roosterforme]

Stud On Board | Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: You're nervous to meet Bob's friends for the first time. Initially you think they are poking fun at you, but then you realize that's not the case. When it becomes obvious that it's your boyfriend they're picking on, you make it a point to let them know just how much of a stud he really is.

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut, swearing

Length: 2100 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female Reader

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"I'm a little nervous to meet everybody," you whispered to your boyfriend as you zipped up his jeans. You wiped the corner of your mouth, making sure your lips were clean before climbing onto his lap. You'd gone on four dates with him before he very nervously asked you to be his girlfriend, and since then, for the past month, you'd been so happy.

"Don't be nervous, Sweetheart," he replied, leaning closer to kiss your nose as he cradled you between his body and the steering wheel of his truck. "Everyone is going to like you. What's not to like?"

"Bobby," you said, adjusting his crooked glasses on his nose. "They are a tight knit group. If one of them doesn't like me, none of them are going to like me."

"Well, I like you plenty," he promised, and you turned to look out the window at his friend Jake's house where the Memorial Day party was in full swing in the backyard. "And Nat knows I'm wild about you. She told me she's happy you're coming with me."

You kissed him softly and then opened the door and started to climb down with his help. "I can't believe I get to meet the famous Phoenix."

Bob laughed. "She's larger than life. Hang on tight." 

And you did. You laced your fingers through his and let him lead you around the cute little ranch house and into the cozy backyard. Someone was grilling, there was music playing, and you saw a couple of kids blowing bubbles. But before you could take in anything else, there was a woman with dark hair and wide brown eyes in your face. 

"Bob. She's stunning."

Your boyfriend chuckled and pulled you a little closer. "Sweetheart, this is Nat."

"Oh!" you said brightly. "I've been looking forward to meeting you!"

"Holy shit," Nat replied, just shaking her head. "Good job, Bob. I mean, it's nice to meet you," she said, offering her hand and shaking yours. "Bagman is grilling some burgers, and there are drinks in the cooler."

"You want me to get you something to drink?" Bob asked, pecking you on the cheek. 

When you nodded, you watched Nat drag him away as she whispered, "Fucking hell, Floyd. You could have warned us that your new girlfriend looks like that." 

You rolled your eyes. Nobody usually made much of a fuss over you. When you turned to see what the group of kids was up to, you nearly bumped into a tall man sporting a mustache. Like a pornstar from the 80s. You almost laughed as he said, "Hey, I know we didn't come here together, but how'd you like to leave with me?"

"Excuse me?" you asked, bursting out laughing. "Did you really just say that?"

He shrugged at you, looking very smug. "My name's Bradley. We haven't met before. I'd definitely remember you."

You told him your name, and you were about to add that you came here with Bob, but then your boyfriend strolled back over with two cans of beer. He handed you one and kissed your cheek again.

"Oh, Rooster, this is my girlfriend," Bob said, and you watched Bradley's jaw drop as he looked at you, his eyes dipping down below your neck to the top of your dress as he blushed. 

"Sorry," he muttered, and he fist bumped a confused looking Bob as he walked away. 

"What was that all about?" your boyfriend asked. 

"Nothing," you replied with a smile as you sipped your drink. "Can we get some food? I'm starving, and I need to put something in my mouth right now."

"Really?" Bobby asked, cheeks flushing as he ran his fingers along the back of your hand. "You didn't get your fill in the truck?"

"Bobby!" you gasped, always a little surprised when he said something dirty to you. He was such a gentleman... usually. "I got my fill of you in the truck, but I need to make sure I have energy for later." You winked, and he was practically tripping over himself as he followed you across the patio toward the grill.

And that was where you met Jake. "Hey, pretty lady," he drawled. His accent was southern and cute, but nothing like Bob's, which you'd already gotten used to hearing whispering the sweetest things while he made love to you. 

"Hi," you said carefully as he studied your face. You were already feeling like maybe you didn't get off to the best start here, and the look he was giving you felt like a confirmation. 

"Damn it, Bob," he groaned, turning to look at your boyfriend. "Well done." Then he handed you a burger and told you to help yourself to some potato salad and snacks on the picnic table. 

"I don't think they like me," you told Bob as you dumped some pretzels onto your plate and sighed. 

"They do!" he insisted. "Just give them a chance."

"I'm trying," you promised before you bit into your burger. And thankfully Phoenix came back over and started chatting with you which made you feel a lot better. She asked you about work and told you how good Bob was at his job.

"He always makes sure he keeps everyone safe," she said, looking at Bob with appreciation in her eyes. "He's a great team player."

You smiled at her as Bob blushed. "He told me I could come visit him on base someday," you said as you wrapped your arms around him. "I'd love to see your Super Hornet."

"Bob, you'll have to let her check out your cockpit one day," Nat said with a chuckle. "Maybe she's not familiar with that yet."

"Oh, I'm very familiar with that," you whispered, just for Bob, and his cheeks turned a deeper pink still. 

"Sweetheart," he muttered, and you promised him you'd behave. 

Then someone was reaching for your hand and pulling you away from him. "You're Bob's?" he asked. And before you even answered, he said, "I'm Fanboy. I mean Mickey. Come play horseshoes with me. I'm terrible and nobody else will be my partner."

You waved goodbye to Bob and Phoenix while you laughed and joined the game. "If you're terrible, what makes you think I'd want to be your partner?" you asked as he finally let go of your hand. 

"I'm sure you don't, but I didn't give you a choice. That's Payback and Coyote," Mickey told you, and two more men waved at you. "We're playing against them." 

"Damn," they said in unison before the taller one added, "You're Bob's new girlfriend?"

"Yeah," you said, waving awkwardly. "It's nice to meet you."

"Are you sure you didn't get lost or something?" Jake asked you when he strolled over. "Really? Bob?"

You looked at all the guys and then over to Bob on the patio. "What do you mean?" you asked Jake.

"Don't listen to them," Mickey said loudly, cutting him off and handing you a horseshoe. "They're just jealous."

"Jealous?" you asked, starting to feel sick. They didn't like you. For some reason, you'd done something wrong. You tossed the horseshoe, but it was a terrible throw, and now you were embarrassed. "Can I ask what I did wrong? Because Bobby is so sweet, and I really wanted to make a good impression on his friends."

Mickey's eyes went wide. "You didn't do anything wrong!"

And that's when you heard Payback tell Coyote and Jake, "It's like beauty and the geek. I don't understand how it happend."

"Are they talking about me?" you asked Mickey, and he parted his lips like he was going to say something to you, but he turned to them instead.

"Guys, knock it off."

"I don't understand," you whispered, and finally Mickey showed you some sympathy.

"They all think you're hot. And they can't believe you're dating Bob."

You felt warmth flood your cheeks, and the other horseshoe almost slipped from your fingers. "Oh."

"Seriously, just ignore them," Mickey said, shooting the others a nasty look. "I like you. Everyone likes you. Let's play horseshoes."

So you played for a little bit as his words started to sink in. It just didn't make any sense. Bob was every bit as handsome as the rest of them. And he was sweet. Even sweeter than Mickey, who was currently trying to include you in the conversation. And Bob was so funny; last night he had you laughing so hard you had hiccups. 

Not to mention, Bob gave you the best sex of your life. Sure, you hadn't been intimate with him for more than a few weeks, but he was very attentive. He gave you everything you asked for. 

"Hey, Sweetheart," he said and you turned to see him strolling up to you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you wanted to kiss him until his glasses steamed up. 

"Bobby," you whispered, handing the horseshoes to Bradley so you could give him a proper hug. 

"You having fun?" he asked, rubbing his hands in soothing circles on your back. 

"Yes. Mickey and Phoenix are really nice. And the rest of them... I think they must grow on you over time?"

Bob started laughing and said, "You're not wrong."

"Hey, Four-Eyes, you and your girl want dessert?" Bradley asked, tossing one of the horseshoes up in the air and catching it.

"Um, y-yes," Bob said, clearly flustered now. 

"Four-Eyes?" you asked, scoffing at him. Were they making you feel a little awkward because they thought Bob was nerdy? "Wait, are you making fun of Bobby?"

At least Bradley had the decency to look a little embarrassed as you glared at him. "Yeah," he answered quietly.

"You think he's a nerd?" you asked the other guys, gesturing at Bob. 

Bradley shrugged. "Yeah, kinda." Jake, Coyote and Payback all looked like they wanted to agree.

You looked up at your boyfriend, and you could tell he was still embarrassed. He could barely meet your eyes as you pressed your palm against his chest. Then you could feel a smile creep across your face as you made sure you were loud enough for everyone to hear. "I think he's a stud." Then you kissed him hard in front of everyone, and sure his glasses were crooked when you were done, but you liked that about him.

"You do?" Bob asked softly. "A stud?"

You nodded up at him as you fixed his glasses. "You wanna leave, Bobby? I keep thinking about sucking your cock in the truck like I did earlier. I'm dying to feel your big dick down my throat again."

Jake let out a little strangled noise, and Bradley dropped a horseshoe on his own foot. Now the other guys were gaping at Bob, and they seemed to stand a little taller in his presence, suddenly impressed. 

Bob licked his lips and stared at you, completely entranced as you kissed his cheek. "Yeah. You know what, I think we should head out," he managed, his voice a little hoarse as he tightened his grip on you. 

"You're leaving?" Nat asked, walking over with a slice of cake. 

"Apparently Bob isn't as innocent as we thought," Hangman drawled, looking at your boyfriend with new appreciation. 

"It was nice to meet everyone," you told them, lacing your fingers through Bob's. "I'm going to go take care of Bobby. But maybe next time we can stay for dessert?"

"Make Bob bring you to the Hard Deck on Friday!" Nat called after you as you led him away. "I need more estrogen in my life!"

"Will you take me to the Hard Deck on Friday?" you asked him sweetly. 

"I'll take you anywhere you want, Sweetheart," he replied, still looking at you like he couldn't believe you were his.

You turned to wave and said, "See you on Friday!"

And then Bob pulled you close as he led you back toward his truck. "You didn't have to say all that stuff in front of them and call me a...stud. I'm used to them picking on me a little bit for being nerdy and having glasses and everything. I mean, I know it's true, Sweetheart."

You just laughed and shook your head at him. "Come here, stud." You pushed him up against the side of his truck and kissed him, slipping your tongue between his lips and tasting him. You rubbed yourself gently against the front of him and whispered, "Do I look like I deserve anything less than the sexiest, sweetest boyfriend?"

He swallowed hard and grunted, "No."

"That's what I thought. Now get in the truck, Bobby. I have something I want to show you."

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GIRLS ON FILM e.m.

summary: Eddie can’t take two seconds of you sitting on his lap.

warnings: penetrative sex, blowjob, teasing, low key overstimulation, switch!eddie

wc: 1.2k

It wasn’t often that you accompanied Eddie to his band’s rehearsals, but you had spent the weekend away and he couldn’t skip on this one since they were doing a new set. So on monday, right after school, you went to his friends garage to watch him.

As they finished a song you got up from the puff chair you were on and grabbed a diet coke from the mini fridge and when you turned back Eddie had taken your spot. Naturally, you walked over and took a seat on his lap.

At first, you really didn’t realize what was happening, it just seamed so natural and normal to you, but when you caught him whipping his sweaty palm on his jeans, you knew what you had done to him.

“Are you…?” you whispered in his ear, playing it off by running your hand through his hair. He just nodded discreetly, still talking to his friends. You pulled his wrist, pretending to check the time on his watch. “Teddy” he hummed, looking up at you “need to go, drive me, please?” you asked as you got up from his lap, quickly tidying up your uniform and he followed right after, hearing his friends joke about how you turn him into a complete puppy. Eddie picked up an empty coke can from the floor and threw it at them.

“It’s six, your curfew is only at eight.” he remarked as you stepped into his van.

“Well, my parents aren’t home and,” you said, checking your lipstick on the mirror “i thought i could help you with that.” you pointed at his semi erection.

Eddie quickly made an abrupt U turn – earning a scolding glare from you – and drove to your house, both of you immediately going to your room on the second floor.

"You are so damn sensitive! i sat on your lap for like two minutes and you got hard, what the fuck?" you laughed.

"You've been away all weekend, i missed you" he explained, throwing his body on the bed.

"What are you waiting for then?" he quickly sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled you closer by the waist till you stood between his spread legs as he looked up at you. His hands travelled up your thighs till your skirt was riding up, doing nothing but caressing the skin, itching closer and closer to your heat but never getting there. "Don't tease"

"Or what?" he dared, looking back up at you with his doe brown eyes

"Or i'll have fun by myself and make you watch, and i think you're touch starved enough, aren't you, Teddy?"

He nodded and pulled you closer to straddle his lap. "Okay, I'll stop teasing, but only if you do what you promised"

"I surely will" you kissed his neck slowly, licking a stripe up behind his ear and pretended not to notice how he shivered when you did it. "You want the shirt off, baby?" you asked getting down on your knees between his legs. Of course you already knew the answer but you wanted to hear him say it.

"Please?" You pulled your shirt off, revealing your white, lacy bra. “So pretty, baby”

You smiled up at him before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his – now completely hard – shaft out of his boxers. His tip was bright red, aching for your touch as you teased him by running your nails on his base, making him roll his eyes. You darted your tongue out, tapping his tip against it and tasting his pre cum before taking him into your mouth. You made sure to cover him in your spit, letting it drip down the sides of your mouth till it coated his entire length. Your mouth started to slide down on him, taking him inch by inch till your nose hit his groin and you pulled away immediately.

“Too big for you, honey?” he teased, making you roll your eyes, tears rolling down your face as you did. You let your hand work on him as you recovered from the previous move, teasing his tip by running your palm against it or pressing down on his slit. He threw his head back, letting his hands meet your hair when your mouth returned to his shaft. He started letting groans out, making you smile around him as he pushed your head down and he fell back onto the bed. “Fuck. Baby, please”

“No, love” you whispered against his tip after pulling out. “don’t come just yet, want your cum inside me, yeah?” You pushed his shirt up his chest, kissing his lower stomach as you pumped him fast in your hand. You only stopped when you felt his thighs clench, knowing he was about to cum and you pulled away, abruptly.

“Aren’t you just a little bitch.” he complained after a long and frustrated groan, you just smiled, watching as he sat up on the bed. “Come here”

“I’m sorry, baby, but i just love to see you get desperate. I’ll make it up to you, ‘kay?” you straddled his lap, taking off his shirt and brushing his hair off his face. “so beautiful” you praised as your lips met his neck, kissing and nibbling softly on the pale skin. You dipped your hand between your bodies, pushing your underwear to the side before aligning yourself to him. He could feel your cunt swallow him, little by little as you kissed his neck. You pushed his torso onto the bed, making him lay down and folded your body over his to reach for a pillow, placing it under his head.

As you started to bounce on him, Eddie could not believe the view in front of him, you had your hands on his chest, your tits bounced along with you in your lacy bra and your cheer skirt hugged your waist so perfectly. He managed to get his shit together to reach for the polaroid you got for Christmas and snap a picture of you, and look at it once it was printed. The picture was blurry, since he caught you in movement, and dark, since the only source of light in your room was of the setting sun through your glass windows. Once the camera was off his hands, he pulled you down, arms hugging you tightly around your waist as your hips went completely wild, circling and bouncing on his cock.

“Fuck, baby, so close” he moaned in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his body tremble and clench beneath yours as he tried hard to hold it in – he wanted you to cum with him.

“Edward, let it go, come inside me” you encouraged, wanting to see him completely fall apart for you. And he did. As soon as you finished the sentence he came, spurting inside you and filling you up. His grip on you loosened as he lost his strength to his orgasm, so you sat back up and started grinding down on him, his lower stomach catching you clit. The both of you were a complete mess, Eddie completely overwhelmed by your movements on his spent cock and you desperately needing to reach your high as his seed dripped down from your cunt onto your bodies. When you did cum, your moans mixed up with your boyfriends whines as you clenched around his softening cock.

“Fuck, baby, off, off, off” he lifted your hips, pulling his overstimulated cock out. You giggled, still stuck in the bliss of your orgasm.

“Sorry, honey, won’t do it next time”

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very very humbly on my hands and knees for jake x male reader stuff… like anything to do with cuddles because a guy is touch starved and i cannot stop thinking about how good of hugs jake would give🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hi yes I have been thinking about this since I got the ask <3 he'd be the best, I just know he's a sweetheart deep down

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Shuddering out an angry breath through gritted teeth, you stormed into Jake's off-base apartment, not even bothering to pull your boots off or get changed before you fell face first into his bed. Jake had been sitting at his desk, filling out some leftover paperwork with headphones, somehow hearing the door slam shut through the acoustic rhythm of the country music playing in his ears. He knew you'd be the only person storming in here like you owned the place. You were over often enough that you practically lived here anyway. He spun around slowly in his chair to face you. You just knew he had that awfully fond look on his face, but it did nothing to quench the rage bubbling up inside you.

“Y’alright there, mister?” There was humour in Jake's voice and you ignored the way it made the butterflies writhe in your gut.

“No.” You grumbled into his pillow, breathing in his scent that was still clinging to the sheets.

“What happened?” Jake asked, you heard movement, then felt the bed dip as he sat down next to you.

“Don't wanna talk ‘bout it.” You pulled your arms up to cross them over above your head, hiding from further the world.

Then Jake's warm hand was on your middle back, smoothing down your flight suit in a painfully tender way. He ran his thumb down the center of your back, tracing the bumps in your spine through the fabric of your flight suit.

“Admirals are assholes…” you finally grumbled.

“Oh, believe me, I know. What did Admiral Dickhead do this time?” His hand moved up your back to the base of your neck, his fingernails scraping pleasantly up your scalp through your cropped hair.

You made yourself take three long, deep, measured breaths.

You rolled over onto your side, Jake's hand moved with you until he was gently cupping your cheek, palm brushing at the five o'clock shadow you needed to shave.

“Reprimanded me for somethin' that wasn't even my fault. Wouldn't hear me out about it and threatened to make it a permanent mark on my record if I kept ‘talking back’. Insubordination or something…”

“Yeah… that tracks unfortunately. He's a jerk.” Jake's hand smoothed down your neck and over your chest, finding purchase on your hip. “But you're home now. Day's over. You can try to relax a bit.”

There was something about Jake calling his place ‘home’ that struck something inside you. This… thing, between you and Jake was still relatively new. Unlabelled and fragile, you didn't want to risk losing him but coming on too fast, yet here he was, saying you were home.

You rolled onto your back as Jake shifted, lifting himself up to straddle you. His hands held onto you just above your hips on your waist. He smiled down at you, that cocky smirk you desperately wanted to kiss off of his face. You almost hesitantly let your hands come to rest on his hairy thighs, his sleep shorts riding up slightly, your hands on his skin.

“Weren't you doin’ paperwork?” You scoffed.

“I was, but then something much more interesting stormed through my door. Figured I'd rather give him my full attention for a while.” Jake grinned, but then it became something much more sincere, much more gentle, “Especially since he seems to be hurtin’ a bit.”

“I promise I'm fine. Just got pissed off a little. It happens.” You waved him off, but held tighter to his thighs, thumbs massaging the muscle.

Jake lowered himself, looping his arms around your neck and pressing his chest to yours until he was completely flush on top of you. His breath was hot against the side of your neck. He pressed his forehead against your temple. You ran a hand up his back and held onto the nape of his neck, keeping him there.

You just breathed for a while.

With a small sound to alert you gently, Jake pushed himself up.

“Shoe's off, soldier, I think we deserve a nap.” Jake pushed your hair back, just watching you for a moment as you blinked up at him, suddenly feeling quite sleepy.

Jake helped you peel your boots off, freeing your aching feet from the confines of your woolen socks. He watched as you opted to strip your flight suit off, staying in just your dark t-shirt and boxers before crawling back into his bed.

He pulled you into his arms, tucking you under his chin. His fingers danced soothingly in your hair and under your shirt, fingernails tracing nonsense into your back.

“Thank you, Jake…” you breathed out into him, breathing in to inhale his fresh scent.

“No problem, baby. I've gotchu.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer, tangling your legs with his.

Despite the tumultuous rage you had felt entering the room, you now felt safe and calm and happy. Jake had a funny habit of making you feel like that. You pushed your hands up under his shirt and enjoyed the feeling of his warm sun kissed skin under your palms as you let the exhaustion and drowsiness from the day finally weigh down on you.

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I don't do x reader stuff as often as I used to and I kinda missed it (and there's never enough male!reader content for us mlm guys) so send me some dagger/male!reader (or transmale!reader) prompts and I might drabble for it if it speaks to me <3 reblogs highly appreciated <3

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Kickin Chicken once said

@hiwelcometothemonstersancturary gave me the go to do this, which is mistake one for them, so here is my go at giving them what they encouraged while I pray it works well. And if not...well I at least tried.

* (Refering to Bobby) She is called Captain Heartbeat cause she will squeeze love out of your heart...and blood, but mostly love.

* (After speaking pr-bt for a 2 minutes) You ever forget your first language?

* Mods, take their swimming privileges away and put them in the pool.

* I would go evil, but I am going to follow dad's steps of being good...plus I saw they went shoe shopping so...

* What do you mean I can't seduce myself!?

* (Loud thud off Camera) PERCEPÇÃO DE PROFUNDIDADE!

* Our ship has a pool, an omelet bar, tons of rooms for you to sleep in, one would say that is a cruise, to which I say, fair, but have you seen the plank, cause I am about to get you real familiar with it.

* I heard some demons were touched starved. I got more than enough buckshot to help with that.

* Bubba, reading chat: "Kickin isn't the sharpest knife in the group," Well that is rude...

Kickin: I did eat packing peanuts when I was younger to be fair.

Everyone in room:

Kickin:...Wait is this new information for you?

Everyone: YES!?

* Wonder how many people come on to see me stream thinking "Oh hey, the voice actor for Kickin does streaming," or "Hey is this the official channel for the Smiling Critters show?" And they just come in on me saying something like, "I HAVE BUILT A TO SCALE JOLLY ROGER WITH POPSICLE STICKS!"

* Hey Theo, it's you! (Gets empty bottle thrown at head) Ow.

* White is the color of evil, cause nothing exists in it! Delight taught me that!

* I would cry, but I am too dehydrated to do such a thing. (Goes to drink some water, pauses, puts water bottle back down)

* It is always funny to see people react to my complete indifference to horrible stuff.

* I needed to find a way to get a gambling addiction, so I thought space could have the answer.

* (Seeing Bubba being affected by the blue screen) Bubba, I know you always wanted to become the one thing I love, but this is ridiculous!

* I am just saying revenge is amazing, ok? Yeah, you gain a tremendous amount of regret sometimes, but it is amazing.

* Cool motive bro, still murder!

* (In response to Angel giving them food) It hasn't been that long since I started streaming, it has only been...5 hours...

* This is my favorite bird. (Holds up middle finger before pointing to self) It is the chicken.

* (Wearing VR) The future is today!...I might need it adjusted though.

* Does dying take away time away from my vacation days?

* IT IS ALL A CONSPIRACY TO END ME! IF NO ONE EVER HEARS FROM ME AGAIN, IT IS CAUSE THEY KILLED ME, CHOPPED ME UP, AND FED ME TO THE WOLVES DANG IT!

* Fursuits are getting so good you can now subject yourself to your own form of trauma to fuse into it. Brought to you by Playtime.

* I have seen the internet and honestly, have seen worse. Which is saying alot.

* (Looks at Candy Cat in his lap before looking at camera)...Help. me.

* Theo: You finally did it! Did it help when you imagined it was me you were fighting?

Kickin: Not at all...worked when it was Dogday though.

Dogday: WHAT DID I DO?

Kickin: Hell if I know. As long as it works though.

* (Playing I Expect You to Die, dies trying to do an action pose)...(Starts singing the James Bond theme notes)

* (Reacting to "Unnecessary Feelings") Bubba, I was promised a crime drama, not a reminder that no one in this house knows how to feeling well, including us!

* I would boop you, but I don't want a pirate hook this early in my character development.

* William then preceded to commit several hours of joy, on at least an entire classroom of kids to learn why death does.

* You can have one hit Hoppy...Ah não, ela tem uma cadeira!

* Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I am just going to turn into a nuke to fall on you.

* (Stares at camera while winding music box)

* Chica, you wouldn't hurt your brother, would you? Or would you want me to be you and Foxy's kid, whichever makes you more merciful on me.

* I am here to break the stereotype that parrots can only be pirates and no other reasons at all.

* (Refering to how much money he has in game) $60!? I can finally afford 1 AAA video game! (Pulls up Balan Wonderworld steam page) I am going to buy this one guys!

* Kickin, coming into Crafty's stream: You mind if I borrow a picture.

Crafty: Uh sure...Why?

Kickin, taking one of the monsters: A reminder.

Crafty: A reminder of what?

Kickin: Of who in this family is an actual threat. (Leaves without elaboration)

* Don't make fun of me, I will cry will I beat you up.

* We don't even own a game cube, I just want to find a copy of Skies of Arcadia to display.

* When you get into a certain mindset for so long, it is so jarring to have to go into a different line of think, like you just suddenly ask, "Wait I don't have to ration this sandwich for the entire year?"

* WHY DID I LET THEO TALK ME INTO PLAYING THIS!?

* I am still surprised I recovered so well from all of that.

* What would the others do without me? Minus not having a heart attack everyday.

* I SURVIVED THAT FACTORY FOR OVER 10 YEARS, I WILL NOT LET A SLIDING PUZZLE DEFEAT ME!

* Have good night everyone! I don't remember how I end these...I will make you walk the plank! No, that is not it...

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Ruben Dias x Reader - City Girls Part 5/8

The plot is twisting is all I can say about this chaotic chapter. 😮‍💨

Reader plays for the Man City girls academy. She struggles a bit but gets Ruben to mentor her. The the two don't hit off despite having many things in common. It all gets worse when Reader eventually catches feelings for Ruben.

Enjoy!

"You did what, with who?"

"Sshhh! Can you be any louder?"

You peered down the long line of girls before passing Ester the ball. She passed it on to the next person since coach had the team playing tiki taka for today's morning session.

"But Y/N, isn't Ruben...?"

"It doesn't matter what he is." You whispered. "He freak out on me right after and told me to leave his apartment."

"Well, can you blame him? This could end his career."

"Don't be so dramatic. Yes I'm in the academy but I'm not a minor."

"Does it matter? It's inappropriate. People might think he's been taking advantage of you since you met through the private lessons he's been giving you. Ruben could be suspendend from his team and so could you Y/N."

"I dunno." You muttered. "It seemed like something else was bothering him. Maybe I did something wrong?"

"Did he enjoy it? You know...until he kicked you out?"

"I think so."

"And did you...enjoy it?"

You thought back to that night. Ruben had seemed hesitant at first. And the ointment...so awkward.

"Y/N?"

"But then it wasn't...awkward. It was nice, just the two of you, kissing and humping.

"Y/N?"

Ruben seemed so eager to please you, not giving you a chance to return the favor.

"Y/N?"

"Yes!" You blurred out. "I enjoyed it."

Taken aback, Coach looked to Ester then back to you. "Well I'm glad you enjoy my training session Y/N, but that's not what I asked you?"

"I'm sorry coach."

You hadn't notice him blow the whistle. All the girls except for you and Ester had scattered from the line, leaving the field. Training was over.

"What was it you asked me, again?"

He sighed. "I said, it's best you head to the cafeteria and get yourself a snack before the first team start their session."

"I'm training with the first team?" You gasped joyfully.

"Yes, now go on. I've been putting in a good word for ya'. They won't like it if you're late."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you coach.

I won't disappoint you."

He laughed. "I am as hopeful as you are. Good luck."

"Can I come too?" Ester asked.

"I'm sorry Hofman, not this time?"

You looked at her remorsfully. "I promise to bring you som eggs on toast from the cafeteria."

Her smile was crooked. "Thanks Y/N and good luck. I'll see you back home."

You went your separate ways. By the time you got to the main building your stomach was aching for something to eat. To your luck the cafeteria resembled any five star hotel with a continental breakfast. You rushed to grab a plate since you didn't have much time. You piled on all your favorite foods and extra portions of protein. Ruben told you that it was possible for coach to let you play football the way you wanted to, you just had to get bigger and stronger. That starts with upping your calory intake.

"Slow down Rio or you'll choke on a sausage."

The mountain of food on your plate turned alot of heads as you made your way through the cafeteria. Not to mention the banter it caused when you joined some of the girls on the first team at their table.

"Are they starving you at home?" A girl joked.

"Chloe, be nice."

"The food here is just so good." You said, which was half the truth. Somthing told you to keep you intentions of gaining weight to yourself.

"Are you jokin'? No one fancies british cuisine. What do they serve in Brazil, cockroaches?"

The girls laughed.

"Chloe." The captain groaned. She was nice. Stephanie was her name. She always made sure that you felt included the times you played with the first team. She had been the one to wave you over to join the girls for breakfast. However, at the moment, you regretted not having ate before you left the house this morning. Now you had to hurry, doing so by stuffing your face with food before heading back out. But as you went to dump your tray, you bumped into something solid on your way out of the cafeteria.

"Sorry." You blushed, but quickly stiffened seeing who you had bumped into. "Oh, Ruben. Hi."

"Hey."

"H...how's it going?"

He was accompanied by a friend, perhaps his teammate. Either way, Ruben didn't find it necessary to introduce the two of you. Fortunately his friend was raised well enough to greet a stranger.

"Bernardo." He shook your hand. "But you can call me Ruben Dias personal wingmam."

You smiled. He was funny. At least he had more humor than Ruben, who looked to want to be anywhere else but there, with you."

"We should...." He muttered, pointing somewhere towards the foodline in the cafeteria.

You were disappointed. And you wanted to ask Ruben if you were still training later this afternoon, or had what happened between you change things?

"I'll see you." He said, which practically answered your question. The two of you went your separate ways. You had a lump in your throat stepping back onto the football field.

"Pass the ball Rio!"

There was a clear differences in quality when it came to playing with the women's first team. They trained with a higher tempo than the academy and included more drills during their training sessions. It was a slight adjustments for you, but not too difficult.

"Come on Y/N, at least keep up the pace!" Their coach shouted.

"Uh-oh." You stopped running. A twinge in your stomach had you place a hand to your belly as you stood in the middle of the football field.

"Come on Y/N, keep it moving!"

You tried to move, but every attempt to take another step seemed to trigger something from deep within. Somthing on the verge of erupting. The pain was sharp and intense, and it all seemed to be spreading throughout your entire body.

"Y/N, you okay?" Their coach blew the whistle, pausing the game.

You tried to shake off the pain, but it was no use. You doubled over, clutching your stomach, letting out a bubbly groan. The players gathered around you. "Um, I think she's gonna...."

Hurl.

Throw up.

Vomit.

Whatever word best described what came out of you. It was warm, blending easly with the grass on the pitch. The other players ran away, screaming in terror. Their coach was the one to help you back to he main building, to the infirmary where you now sat in shame, waiting for Ester to come and pick you up. Your head banged against the wall as you sat on the sickbed, almost tuning out the sound of a light knock on the door.

"Ester?"

"It's me?"

Your back left the wall, seeing Ruben appear in the door. He stepped into the small room, shutting the door behind him.

"I heard what happened. Bernardo and I were just on our way out when..."

"Great." You sighed. How would you ever live this down?

"What happened, were you sick?"

He was truly concerned. Strange, you thought, since Ruben had given you the coldest of shoulders for days, not responding to any of your calls or text messages.

"Can I get you anything, water, ice...?"

"How about a toothbrush and a mint?"

He frowned.

"And a rocket. Yes." You smiled. "Something to take me off this planet immediately."

"Come on, Y/N." He approached where you sat on the bed. You hated yourself for making him room to sit down next to you. Nevertheless, that's what he did, sympathetically bringing his hand to your back, rubbing it. "Anyone can get sick." He said.

You squinted your eyes in pain, his sympathy along with the embarrassment, was all too much. "The first team are never gonna let me play with them again."

"Come on Y/N, don't say that."

"But it's true Ruben and it's all your fault."

"My fault." Ruben sat back, eyebrows furrowed. "What did I do?"

"You told me to get bigger so that I could dribble." You hissed.

"And what exactly did you do to achieve that?" He asked curiously.

"I stuffed my face, of course."

Ruben threw his head back, laughing.

"It's not funny." You groaned. Although the crinkle that appeared in the corner of his eyes when he smiled was simply a sight for sore eyes. He wiped a tear. "Y/N, I never told you to stuff your face. Do you know how dangerous and damaging that could be for your body. There are far more healthier ways to gain weight."

"Well, how was I supposed to know that? You're the expert and wouldn't even return my texts."

"Y/N." Ruben's hand got off your back, leaving a missing feeling. He stood. "I never meant for any of this to happen."

"What exactly? You giving me the greatest orgasm in my life, just to show me the door right after?"

"Y/N."

"What Ruben? If you don't have anything else to say to me I suggest you leave." You lowered your head. "Maybe then you'll know what it feels like."

"I'm sorry." A set of warm hands went to tilt your face. Ruben's brown eyes were staring back at you with the deepest sincerity. "Like I said, I never meant for any of this to happen. I was never meant to fall for you Y/N."

"What?" You must have been mistaken.

Ruben smiled. And for a moment he looked hesitant but then his lips grasped yours in a soft yet exciting kiss. You grinned once his face pulled away from yours.

"What?" He asked.

"Do it again." You whispered.

He chuckled, but leaned in to peck your lips once more, planting an additional kiss on top of your nose.

"So...does this mean we're still on for this afternoon?"

Ruben sigh was heavy. "Like I said Y/N, I'll gladly help you become a better football player, but whatever you and I have ends here. I have a girlfriend and she can't find about what happened between us."

You felt cold, drained from all the warmth in your body, including the blood that paled your face. "Y...you have a what?" His hands still held your face, but with a swift tugg you had him remove them.

"A girlfriend Y/N. I'm sorry to have to tell you like this but like I said, what happened between us was never supposed to be. Besides, I could get in alot if trouble with the club, not to mention the media if they ever found out."

"I can't believe this." You sighed. Ester was right. You were such a fool.

"But don't worry. If we keep things professional between us I can still...."

"Get out."

"What?"

You spoke too low. Ruben didn't hear you. And so you took a deep breath. "I said, get the fuck out of here. Out of this room and out of my life."

"Y/N?"

"Now, Ruben, I mean it. Get the fuck out!"

"Y/N, let's not....we can still be together just not...."

You hopped off the bed. Furious that Ruben would get to see you cry. "OUT!" You shouted, escorting him towards the door. Unlucky for you he didn't get far. In the doorway as the door came ajar, stood Ester, her head turned to the side, flashing you an eavesdropping ear.

"Ester?" You frowned. "What are you..."

She perked up. "I'll tell coach."

"Ester?" You said, with a graver tone.

"Don't try and make excuses, I already know that the two of you are sleeping together." Her voice was unsteady. Ruben looked to you, rightfully confused. "And who are you?" He asked bluntly.

"Your worst nightmare." Ester said, with a glare you had never seen on her before. It was eveil, desperate and deceiving.

"Ester please, you don't know..."

"Schluss mit der Scheiße, Y/N." (Cut the shit Y/N.) "I already know that the two of you are fucking, you told me so yourself."

"Why are you doing this?" You asked,  desperate to know how Ester, your friend,  could dare threaten everything your family has worked so hard for you to achieve.

"I deserve to play with the first team." She said. The words sounding childish and timid coming out of her mouth.

"But..." You stuttered. "If that's all it is..." Why hadn't she spoken to coach or simply work harder, you thought.

"Don't you see." She laughed. "With you on the team, the brazilian football protégé from the streets of Rio, I'll never get a chance." To your suprise Ester was crying. "I am already overseen by coach simply because I got stuck with you as my roommate. Now I've got to hear about you going on and on about some guy who clearly is only interested in fucking you."

"Okay, that's it. I've heard enough." Ruben had thought to do the right thing to let Ester explain herself. But the more he did, the  more he let her talk, the more he saw how much it hurt you, and so he put an end to it. "Let's go." He said, grabbing your hand, leading you out of the infirmary. Ester was left behind, along with her half hearted threats.

"Ruben whatta....Where are you taking me?" You felt like vomiting again and you had a throbbing headache.

"Minha casa. Você vem para ficar comigo." (My place. You're coming to stay with me.)

"What?"

"I'm not letting you stay with that girl, whoever she was. She was clearly out of her mind."

"But Ruben I can't." You tried to tugg your arm free, however Ruben was way too strong. He barley budged.

"Y/N, please don't fight me on this one. You can stay with me, I have a spare bedroom."

"What about your girlfriend?"

He froze. In the midst of pulling you out of the main building, Ruben froze. The grip he had around your arm loosen a little. He ran his free hand down his face, tired, perhaps of arguing. "Like I said Y/N, I'm partly responsible for this mess. Just trust that I'll take care of it. I want to take care of it. But for now let me take care of you."

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hey Aerie! I have some questions for your OCs. Is it playing in 2008? Does Elliot have contact to his twin or is his twin an asshole too? How did Rayne's relationship end?? Is his dislike of long blond hair because of his ex? How is Elliott's and Rayne's dynamic? Like how do they act with each other? How do they act in the beginning?

Those are a lot of questions, oopsi

I'm very excited you shared them with us!! Thank you! 🤟🏼🧡

Oh my god someone asked about my guys!!! TWT I'm putting it under the cut because I lost my mind and blacked out and wrote a whole giant response. You don't have to read the whole thing. :')

Okay, yes! The story is set in 2008. Elliot's twin is the person who outed him to their parents. :( The ultimate betrayal by the person he was closest to.

Something bad happens and Rayne's maker (named Laurent and who I will hopefully make an OC Profile for later) sort of… goes very insane and does a lot of terrible things to Rayne. (For instance, cheating on him and gaslighting him and locking him in a coffin.) And Rayne finally decides to leave- while he can. TwT

Also yes! Laurent had long blond hair that reached the middle of his back. Every time Rayne sees hair like that, his heart skips a beat and he turns to go in the opposite direction. Just in case it's him.

Rayne and Elliot! (One hundred heart emojis.)

Well, they're both really awkward at first. Elliot thinks he's stumbled across some sort of homicidal madman in the woods and Rayne is like "No, no, no. I promise. I would never hurt anybody!" And when Elliot clearly doesn't believe that, he ends up blurting out, "I'm a vampire." And he shows Elliot his fangs, which Elliot immediately tries to poke because he's a silly idiot.

But yeah! Rayne hasn't really talked to another person in a long time and Elliot has been basically living in hell since he got to England. During the fight he had with his roommate, he ended up getting locked out of their place. So Rayne awkwardly is like "You could… stay with me tonight?"

Because he's dumb and also because he can't just let this human go and tell everyone he knows he just saw a vampire in the woods! But he doesn't want to hurt Elliot. He just wants him to not blab his secret. But yeah. Elliot is also stupid and agrees. So they go to Rayne's apartment and hang out for the weekend. And Rayne sort of tries to prove that he wouldn't hurt anyone, but Elliot believed him immediately. (Because Rayne is pretty and Elliot is a dumb gay idiot.) But yeah. They become friends over the weekend.

And neither of them wants Elliot to go back to his dorm. But he has to. And then they're both sad and miss each other.

Like instead of Insta-Love, it's Insta-Friendship because they have a lot in common despite being two decades apart. (They both like the same movies and books and music and food.) After a few weeks, Rayne ends up asking Elliot to live with him because he misses him so much. He is starved for attention and social interaction. And Elliot's roommate is actually terrible. So it's a two birds/ one stone situation! And they become roommates who hang out all the time. Then it becomes Romantic a while later! :D

They both like each other a lot, but Elliot was in a shit relationship a couple years ago. And Rayne is still traumatized from his past. So they're both sort of dance around it until one night when their mutual attraction is revealed and they're both like "WHAT? We could've been kissing this whole time?"

Thank you so much for asking me questions about them. I would kill or die for you, Cody. TWT <3<3<3<3<3<3

[smileygoth]

24. The Ghost of Me (My OC as Another Supernatural Creature, Month of Darkness 2024)

I've never played the Wraith games, so please don't come for me, WoD fans! Christina's nightmare gets a whole lot worse.

CW: Death, bereavement.

Image from iStock.

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The heat of the fire vanished, replaced by a numbing, bone-deep chill. Christina opened her eyes to a world of grey. Confused and frightened, she looked around, trying to figure out where she was.

She was outside her flat in SoHo. She hadn’t recognised it straight away because everything looked so colourless and grey. Relieved, she ran to the door and put her hand out to push it open. I don’t have my key, she was thinking, as her hand connected with the painted wood and then passed right through it.

Panicked, she pulled her hand back, clutching it to her chest as if it had been bitten. Then, more slowly, she put her hand out again and watched as her fingers sank into the wood. It felt soupy, thick, like pushing through swampy water. She reached in further and felt the resistance fall away as her hand came out on the other side.

What the fuck?

With a deep breath, she stepped forward and, closing her eyes, walked through the door. That unpleasant swampy feeling engulfed her for a second, then disappeared. Opening her eyes, she found herself at the bottom of the stairs up to her flat.

Am I going to fall through the stairs? She wondered. She put an experimental foot on the first step, but it held firm. Quickly she ran up the stairs before it could change and send her falling. The upstairs door was closed too. This time she didn’t hesitate and walked straight through, eyes open. There was a moment of disconcerting blackness before she came out into her living room.

Martyn was sat on the sofa, his head in his hands. Michael was next to him, one hand on his shoulder. To Christina’s surprise, Cesario was there too, and his eyes were red and bloody from crying.

What’s happened? She cried in alarm. Nobody answered her. Then Martyn looked up, his cheeks wet and his eyes swollen with tears. He looked at her … and then through her. His gaze turned to Cesario.

‘What am I going to do without her?’ he sobbed. ‘I’ve been with her for eighty-something years! I can’t – I don’t remember how to be without her!’

What are you talking about? Christina cried, her heart in her throat. I’m right here!

Michael’s hand rubbed comfortingly over Martyn’s shoulders. Christina had a moment to think how unlike him it was to be so tactile with someone he didn’t know well, before he said: ‘You’ll be alright, Martyn. Cesario and I will take care of you, make sure you don’t starve for blood.’

Cesario spoke, his voice hitching every other word. ‘C-Chris asked me a l-long time ago that, i-if anything should e-ever h-happen to her, th-that I would look after you. A-And I-I will. I-I p-p-promised…’

He lowered his head, covering his face his his hands as bloody tears began to course down his cheeks.

Understanding hit Christina like a stake to her chest. Am I dead? She thought in horror. She remembered asking Cesario to make that promise. It been well over a decade ago, when they were preparing to fight an invading pack of Sabbat. She’d barely thought of it since. She’d barely thought of dying – really dying – for years. It had felt like some dim, almost impossible threat. But now…

What happened to me? She screamed, suddenly aware that her voice made no sound. No one answered her. The only sound in the room for a few minutes was the sound of Martyn and Cesario sobbing. Michael stood awkwardly between them, not knowing who to comfort. Then Martyn spoke.

‘She should never have taken the Seneschal job. If she hadn’t, none of this would have happened. Why did you push her to it, Michael? Why?’

Michael looked in her direction, guilt etched heavily across his face. Cesario opened his mouth to say something, but Christina never heard what it was. The world seemed to tilt around her, and she realised belatedly that she was swooning.

I didn’t know ghosts could faint, was her last thought as the world went black.

[haven-gum-rockrose]

Astarion

First impression: I was really underwhelmed. I'd heard all three jokes about everyone liking astarion and everyone simping over him. And I was like - there's gotta be something about this guy then. And then it was like- yeah he's a violent violent man and that makes him funny. But also very flirty and sexually forward and I was like..... Okay I see why- why did I think people had taste? And then I find out he's a vampire and it's like..... So he's a sex vampire. He's the mwahaha evil sexy vampire man here to seduce you with his sexbased cheesy pickup lines and vampiric wiles.

Impression now: *mitski playing on blast* my good time boy my fun pal MY EVERYTHING HE'S SO SAD ACTUALLY AND HES SO SILLY AND DORKY AND PATHETIC AND DKDBDKDISBJDJ I NEED TO BITE HIM LIKE A SQUEAKY TOY he's very well written and tragic. Maybe not karlach tragic but he's so much more pathetic and his I don't want to be seen in terms of sex isbso very dear to me and he GROWS and he's so- djdbdkdibdkddkdhbdf I cry

Favorite moment: hugging him, next question

Idea for a story: SO IT'S FOR SURE BEEN DONE but I don't read fanfic of him since I'm afraid to figure out what fanon astarion is like. But I need him to have a breakdown after the Self-Same Trial in the Gauntlet of Shar. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME HE'S SEEN HIS FACE IN 200 YEARS. HE KNOWS THE MECHANICS OF THE TRIAL PROBABLY HE KNOWS THAT HIM AND HE HAS TO FIGHT HIMSELF. HIS FIRST TIME SEEING HIS FACE AND IT HIM INDIRECTLY KILLING HIMSELF.... Anyways, that's something I'm normal about

Unpopular opinion..... I mainly just interact with the art people.... Unpopular opinion: I really do think that the Ascended Astarion Vampire Bride/Groom theory makes sense actually. The whole dark kiss ritual thing. Like I still very much hate the ascended ending for his character it hurts me(gonna kill me to do this in my honor run btw) but I do think the ascended Astarion enjoyers have a point with that theory

Favourite relationship: HIM AND KARLACH THEY'RE SO SILLY uck this swap if fucking up my shoes. Lol pussy. Stay. do you want me to carry you? Yes actually but I can't fucking do that back/ him promising to show her the upper city/ IF YOU DO THE ASTARION ORIGIN AND ROMANCE HER SHE JUST DIES AND YOU DON'T EVEN SEE IT. YOU HAVE TO RUN FROM THE SUN AND INTO THE SHADE AND THEN KARLACH DIES WITHOUT YOU THERE THEY'RE FUCKING TRAGIC/ ALSO THE TOUCH STARVED TOUCH AVERSE THING- THEY'RE FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM THEY NDKSHSKDKFJF

Favorite headcanon: he's a hyperexpressive autistic. Also he actually is fully crushing on Drizzt Do'urden

[semi-imaginary-place]

"what modern persona game should I play?"

Play both p3 and p5r eventually. P3 had better thematic execution and story, P5R is out right now, both are good games. I've been seeing P5R for half price over the last few months. I suppose it depends on how much you care about hype and trends, I don't and I've played P3 so I don't mind waiting a couple years until Reload is on sale. Between P3 FES and P5 Royal P3 is the better game, P5 has a bad habit of thematically shooting itself in the face constantly it doesn't know what it wants to say, P3 is much more coherent and has one of my favorite stories. Both have good casts, who you will like depends on you. P3 in tone is more somber and mature and that shows in the characters like even the jokey characters have something going on. P5 is more lively comparatively (though really I'd say P4 is the liveliest and youngest feeling). I like the character arcs of the P3 cast more as they are more integrated into the main plot. For p5 overall the writing quality is high and I found the story to be compelling so it has that going for it, but 3rd semester fleshes out Maruki, Akechi, and Yoshizawa so if you hate those 3 you might be annoyed at seeing them on screen.

On a note for P3, don't play Portable. If you are only going to play 1 version of P3, Portable is the worst one to choose. It has valuable content if you are already a p3 fan, but it cuts out the animated cutscenes which are the best directed cutscenes I have ever seen as well as removing the overworld which really takes away form the immersion and intractability of the world (it's replaced with a point and click image), it also makes some other changes that weaken the story and themes of p3. The animation direction of the og and FES cutscenes is a godly high tier art form and worth seeing. As of right now FES is the best version if you are only going to play P3 once. We will see about Reload but so far it looks to be promising for being the best version, for you I'd probably wait for Reload to play P3. (P3P makes sense for a switch port since it was designed for mobile platforms and the PSP but for a pc port i would have chosen FES. While i like the option for friendships on the female route, P3P also makes several changes that weaken the themes of P3.)

Go played reload first if p5 is your only experience. Then go watched the og cutscenes and opening. Then if you are obsessed with the game go play fes/og for a grittier darker unique atmosphere. Then if there it truly no hope for you and are are 5 miles deep in the p5 hole go play p3p. Then if you are still starved for content go play dancing moonlight and pq. You can stop at any point and still be a fan.

P4 is also a good game. I don't think Golden is that much better than vanilla since there's parts added I didn't like but it's not worse. P4 is my least favorite of the recent 3 main games. It hasn't aged well but if you look at it as a period piece for the culture of the mid-late 2000s it can be pretty interesting. P4 like P5 also has a habit of tripping over it's own themes and face planting into the ground.

The side games in general tend to be a step down from the main games (Arena, Strikers, Answer, Dancing etc. not sure about PQ just starting them). The Arena games and Persona Q both have spoilers for P3 so I'd advise playing P3 and P4 first. The stories to the Arena games were ok I guess but I didn't find them particularly compelling. The main concepts are fine but it takes a while to get to the juicy part. Arena is a split storyline visual novel sot hat's part of it. Really the draw to Arena is seeing the P3/4 characters which is a shame because they did some bizarre characterization choices, in general flattening/simplifying down their personalities, or like drastically changing characters personalities. Its enough that a good chunk of us ignore it as canon. The Arena games aren't that great storywise and some of the character writing is weirdly different than in the main games, like it is flat out bad. Strikers is good for a spinoff and is a good extension of p5 but it's not as good as and doesn't have nearly as much content as the main games.

[aroacerick]

fic masterlist !

feel free to request something from me! i looove writing, i mostly main connor and quackity !, but tbh if i do research i will write anyone <3

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quackitys closure - quackity travels in time with karl, but something goes a little funky. he tries to go along with it but eventually sees a familiar face

am i really that bad? - the dealer and mr. mask are neck and neck villain and superhero !!! they are arch enemies !! meanwhile, quackity and dream are best friends that Love to cause chaos <3

loving is easy when everything's perfect - quackity runs a museum with his fiances (karl and sapnap), and tubbo likes to visit him and they hang out and they are just very happy

i hope we both die - There was nothing left to do. Las Nevadas had finally fallen apart. The team was gone and people fully evacuated. It didn’t matter how many times Quackity assured them it was safe, and Dream would never get them, they didn’t listen. Nobody listened. So there he sat. In his office, in his country that he tried so hard to keep together. In his country he formed out of heartbreak, and grief, and loss. In his country that was doomed from the beginning. Just like Quackity, everything was doomed for him.

i loved you then and i loved you now - connor, for the first time since they met, shares with schlatt about his gender and asks him for help

close your eyes, so afraid. hide behind that baby face - dream was given peony when he was 14 years old from a godly figure. he was given no explanation, though he was promised shed be taken back. its hard, being 14 and raising a daughter, but it gets better. thats what phil promised him.

happy times together we've been spending. i wish every kiss was never ending. - dia de los muertos. a day to celebrate the dead. to celebrate the lives of those who were once there, and enjoying that they eisted to begin with. quackity used to love the holiday season, but now it were spent alone. it was spent doing work for his nation. he didn't do anything for most part, other than dia de los mertos. a tradition taken from his mom, to show respect. what a life.

let me take this coat and this weight off of your shoulders - tubbo doesn't want to be a villain. he hates being a villain. but he's there for tommy. he's always there for his best friend. and tommy promised that he'll fix everything.

you've got my whole world in your hands, got that little blue spot - again and again, connor dies. he's finished up in a world, he's played his entire course. each time he dies, he fails, he meets xd. and has to look them in the eyes. for once, they don't look at him with anger. instead, for once, they look at him with kindness.

i need you now, i love you so much, more than you could know - the sbi throw a holiday party!! (so many people are attending ....)

i try so hard to be so happy, are you happy too? - an apocalypse caused by the revival of people! schlatt and wilbur stick together because of their history. connor eventually joins them because hes immune. connor thinks they need a little bit of holiday spirit ! :)

no, i dont care about anything at all. but i still stop and stare everytime that you call - connor and schlatt have a little talk

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im starving, darling. let me put my lips on something - schlatt hates bad jokes, but thats all connor can do. how is he gonna get out of this one ?!

[leafkingofbirds]

As promised! I kept the chronic pain a bit vague and took it in a slightly different direction than perhaps you imagined, but I hope you like it! I do miss early Kieran.

I have no title for this one yet - ideas welcome :)

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The moment you wake up, you can tell it's going to be one of the bad days.

Apparently it's too much to hope for that the magic of the Fae realm would ease your condition, the same way it prolongs your life. 

The dawn is too bright to your eyes; the very act of breathing feels like a rock sits on your chest. You hardly have the energy to blink. Pain radiates up your legs, concentrating in your knees, your hips. The joints of your hands and wrists throb, your body angry at all the new type of domestic work you've had to accustom yourself to lately.

The thought of cleaning fireplaces today sounds like a nightmare. You can't bear to think about doing it all over again today - especially not while the cheery Longclaw acts like it's a pleasure to cook and clean. There are none of your usual remedies here. Your little medicinal garden back home is miles - perhaps even years away - and so you're left without even the mildest relief you once could look forward to help you get through the day. With nothing to take the edge off, the only thing that will help is time.

You roll over, blocking out the light with a pillow. At least the bed is comfortable. If only this Fae castle had enough magic that you could command the curtains to close on their own. 

Prince Kieran likely enjoyed that power. 

Ugh, damn him! That beastly prince. For a moment you consider whether angering the prince (again) is enough incentive to push through today's pain. 

You decide it is worth risking his wrath, actually. The prince himself had said he didn't care what you did as long as you kept out of his way, didn't he? Helping Longclaw wasn't strictly a requirement, was it? Or else the prince would have commanded you with magic to be his servant. You kept expecting it, but he never did - unlike the Fae you've heard of in stories, he didn't take your free will. Not even after you tried to escape those first few days.

It was one - one! - mild mark in his favor. You had not been hurt here, not beaten or starved. You've only been punished when you outwardly disrespected the prince to his face. Shirking your duties for a day or two can't possibly earn any punishment more painful than you're currently experiencing.

So you take advantage of that free will the prince has so generously allowed and use it to abstain from your duties that day. “Such a rebel,” you murmur to yourself as you return to sleep’s sweet oblivion.

A rude knocking wakes you sometime later. “Come in,” you mumble blearily, automatically, forgetting for a moment where you are. 

The door flies open, and the Night Prince storms in. You feel the strength of his magic snuff out the candles, deepening the shadows and chill in the air. His anger is palpable.

Yet for the first time since he’s bound you into his service, you can’t bring yourself to react - either in fear or in anger. Pain throbs in your head, down your spine, even through your eyeballs and toes. You groan, and keep your eyes closed. 

“What’s the meaning of this, then?” the prince asks haughtily. “I don’t believe I–”

To your surprise, Kieran cuts off what promises to be an angry accusation when he sees your prone form in the bed. You hear his steps come closer, the air chilling your skin and making you shiver. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Kieran snaps, sounding surprised and offended to find you still in bed.

What an ass.

“You told me to stay out of your way,” you manage to say with some rebellious bite. “And I am. Isn’t that enough?”

“Don't play games with me,” prince Kieran snarls quietly. You wince as you hear him come closer and hide your face into the pillow like a shield. Please leave me alone, you think.

You feel a weight press into the mattress and slit open one eye in surprise. To your shock, Kieran sits at the edge, looking down at you with concern crossed with confusion. His audacity still shocks you. Where you came from, no stranger would ever enter your room without permission, much less sit on your bed. But then, that must come from being a prince - no one ever tells him no.

Except for you, of course.

“Are you ill?” His voice is surprisingly gentler. You didn't know he could even be gentle. In any way. 

“i am not ill. I have…an ailment,” you finally admit, trying to think of how to explain such a thing to an immortal fae prince. “Most days I can get by with only a small amount of pain. Sometimes it's worse. Today, it is worse.”

He looks aghast. "You endure this daily? Why did you not tell me?"

What, does that make me unqualified to be your servant? You think, derisively. Instead, you say, "I did not think it worth mentioning, my lord.

“So what do you do when it is worse?”

“Pardon?”

“What do you require? What medicine?”

You groan. “Most days I have no choice but to push on. All I can do is wait for it to pass; nothing more can be done.”

He doesn't like that answer, and doesn't accept it. "The people who care for you when you're ill, what do they do to help?"

“I have no one. I am an orphan; I live with an old woman who took me, and I work for her to earn my living. When I’m ill, she must run the tavern herself. She has no time to watch over me. But I’m not a child, and I don’t require anyone's help. You don’t have to concern yourself, my lord.”

What you mean is: please leave, and now! He's being even more odd and instrusive than usual, and in your current state, it's even more insufferable.

“You submit to that fate?” Kieran asks. You look at him strangely. He amends, “Endure days of pain without hope of aid? How do you take your meals?”

What an odd question.

“I eat very little, if at all. And I do so because I don’t have any other choice,” you mutter. The thing you’d like to do least right now is explain life’s mortal realities to an overindulged, privileged prince who has never known a day of hardship in his life. “I must endure it. Tis my lot in life - my burden to bear. I know it’s difficult for a Fae prince to understand. Punish me if you must, but I cannot perform my duties today. I will be well enough again soon.”

“Well enough,” Kieran echoes softly. “Not well entirely.”

“No, but well enough to complete my work,” you insist, fearing he might cast you into some Fae dungeon if you can’t hold up your end of the bargain.

Kieran's dark eyes stare into yours so long and so intensely you start to fidget in discomfort. You feel oddly naked under his gaze, despite your night clothes and blankets. 

“I understand pain without end,” Kieran finally says, almost too quietly for you to hear. You’re about to ask him what he means, when abruptly he breaks eye contact and stands, looking anywhere but at you. “But you are in my realm now. And a mortal’s ailment, even one that is beyond mortal medicine, stands little chance against magic. I shall task Longclaw to concoct something suitable from her garden and bring it up to you, along with your meals, until you can manage the stairs.”

Confused, you push yourself to sit up, despite the way your body lights up with pain and your head swims in protest. “What?”

He’s already heading towards the door. Impatiently he pauses, his hands flexing irritably, like he has an excess of nervous energy. “As I have said, until Spring you are under my protection, as much as you are under my command. My palace is not so poorly equipped that I cannot provide for one of my household, and there is no reason for you to suffer needlessly when it is such a trifling thing to remedy. The Moon Court takes care of its own.” He says it like it’s a point of wounded pride.

You gape at him, wondering if you’re delirious. How is this the same man who has threatened you, confined you, and once pinned you to the carpet by your hair? “I…thank you, Your Highness. The last thing i expected from you was…” you pause, wondering if you should say it. 

“Kindness?” Kieran scoffs, looking away. But he doesn’t deny it, or remind you once again what a terrible, dangerous thing he truly is. 

Then his gaze returns to you. And this time his eyes are different than you’ve ever seen them. There's a brief flash of...something that wasn't there before. A softening. Some sort of genuine tenderness, you think. 

You stare in wonderment, speechless, caught in this oddly charged moment. 

Then it is gone so fast you wonder if you saw anything at all. The surly look returns, his brows lower to shadow his eyes and the dark circles below.

His gaze shifts slightly, and though he speaks, he doesn’t address you directly.  “You may be relieved of your duties until you are fit to return to them. I am not yet such a monster as the whole of Fae would have you believe.” Then a pause as he turns his back to you, his hand at the doorframe. “Rest. Longclaw will arrive shortly.”

You want to ask, “And you, my lord?” The words are at the tip of your tongue, but you wisely keep them in, and Kieran is soon gone - so quickly that the last glimpse of him is t he flapping of his dark cape in the wind.

Would really love to see a five where the MC who has chronic pain and how Kieran reacts and learns from that. Hope you have a great day/night 💜

I like this prompt, and I've already gotten an idea for it! Stay tuned :)

[astarryeyedlady]

| crazy little thing |

part 1

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: this crush thing is pretty new for the two of you, so now you're going to learn how to make it work.

warning: no beta.

word count: 3.7k.

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you gave a ride to eddie munson and now you're kinda dating.

well, dating might be a strong word for what you actually are - or aren't - considering it's been less then 24 hours since you drove him home with the promise of giving him a ride in the morning too, as his van had been abandoned in the school's parking lot.

and, as promised, he has pestered you with questions for the whole duration of the ride - as if he had them all bottled up inside him, waiting for the perfect chance to spill out.

you had no idea eddie munson was this curious about you.

he started off small, immediately after giving you his address - as if you didn't know where your crush lived - shooting one question after the other, barely breathing in between, hungry for knowledge.

your birthday, how many siblings you have, your favourite subjects - because even if you're doing okay in maths he knows you don't like it, you don't have the same absorbed expression you get in english lit when you work with numbers - your favourite musician, oh you don't have one? then maybe he can let you borrow some of his favourite albums...

you could barely slip in your own questions, because if he's hungry then you're positively starved, but he just diverts them with a wave of his hand and a "nah, nothing interesting about me - you're the true mystery, sweetheart."

you thought your crush couldn't get any worse, but eddie was quickly proving you wrong.

he was horribly curious about the whens and hows and whys you started crushing on him, and looked totally appalled by the fact that you couldn't pinpoint the exact second it happened with scientific accuracy. and why was that so important, anyway?

"because i know when it started for me!" he blurts out, thumping dramatically against the headrest.

you almost stop the car, hating that you're having this conversation without being able to look at him.

"oh?"

"yeah", he groans, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. "it's that time we sat together at the cafeteria."

"what?" your eyes widen as you calculate that mentally, trying to remember. "but... that's... before the summer?"

"mmh." his voice takes a faraway tone, as he lingers on the memory. "a week after spring break. my whole hellfire team was at home with measles - lucky for me i had it when i was a kid. anyway i was sitting all alone, playing with whatever stuff the kitchen was passing off as meat... and then- boom! you appear next to me and ask if you can sit. i mean- no one ever sits at the hellfire table, besides the hellfire club? and you usually stood clear of me, so i was understandably wary. but you thanked me really softly, sitting - not on the opposite side of the table, which was empty anyway, but next to me? like, right at my left. your legs bumped against mine under the table! and even if you kept your eyes on your tray - man, i couldn't help but watch you. think it was the first time i actually saw you up close, you know? and you were - cute. and soft. even the way you ate, calmly and silently, trying to hide the grimace because that meat really sucked... i don't know. it got to me. and- and you smelled so good!"

he sighs, feeling suddenly shy in the silence of the car. "you even said goodbye to me before leaving. you even smiled - even though it looked forced and tense, but you did. you came, ate next to me, said maybe no more than five words and left again... and i couldn't stop thinking about you. and then, in september, you ended up in my classes... man. suddenly it didn't seem that bad to repeat the year."

you have stopped the car in the middle of the road and you barely even noticed it, completely enthralled by eddie's retelling of a moment that, to be fair, you had almost forgotten - you actually forced yourself to, as you try not to remember the moments when you made a fool of yourself (because, really? sitting next to eddie munson out of nowhere, and not even talking to the guy? it was just another fail in a long list of them, and that scene had haunted you for weeks until you had managed to hypnotize your brain into erasing it from your memories). you didn't even think he would take notice of you, nor remember it months - seasons - later.

instead, eddie remembers it perfectly down to what you were eating that day. how could you compete?

"that was incredibly sweet", you murmur eventually, fragile, voice half-broken.

the noise of the rain and the wipers working tirelessly to clean the glass almost drowned your words, but eddie hears you anyway, leaning across the gear shift and resting his warm palm against your knee. he calls your name softly until you turn to look at him, blushing furiously and lashes wet from holding back tears, then he smiles.

"you have no idea how long i've waited to be sweet to you", he tells you serenely, as if that wasn't the most romantic thing you've ever heard.

you blink, a bit shaken, then sniff and start the car once again. "you really are dangerous, eddie munson", you exhale with a tremble, all your nerves focused on the sensation of his hand firmly gripping your knee.

if you hadn't personally lived through it, you would barely believe that it had been you who confessed first - anyone else would have thought the opposite after such a speech from him. your head was empty, his words repeating on a loop - your throat dry, your hands clammy. and you've talked with the guy for what, a couple of hours? god. where had he been hiding this smooth personality of his?

eddie seems content enough to let you simmer in what he said, because for a while he lets you being lulled by the rain and the low music coming from the radio. but then you clear your voice, somewhat recovered, and he starts back with his questions from where he left off.

"so, you know how to change tires?" he did ask at some point once you moved past the more sentimental stuff; he looked completely at ease, curled on the passenger seat fully turned towards you, half-sitting on his bent leg and balancing with an arm pressed against the dashboard and the other behind the headrest of your seat. it's like he didn't want to stop watching you now that he knew he wouldn't have passed off as a creep.

"eh, i just said i would have helped you do it", you point out, half-shrugging.

he snorts a laugh. "meaning?"

"well, i would have passed you the wrench or something. cheering from the sidelines, you know."

eddie gasps loudly, dramatically leaning his head against the window with a soft thud. "so it was just an excuse to talk to me? man, you're sooo adorable-"

you swear your cheeks hurt from blushing so often. "shut up or i'll drop you here."

"nah, you wouldn't leave poor old me all alone in the rain..." you can feel him smiling even without taking your eyes off the road.

and now you're driving again towards his trailer, twenty minutes before your concorded time to meet because you've been up since before the sky started to lighten, too nervous to sleep; and if what happened yesterday was just a lucid dream you made up, at least you wouldn't be late for school.

you stop next to an old car, probably his uncle's, and shut off the ignition before resting your hands and head on the wheel. should you get out and knock at his door? what if he's changed his mind? or if he was still sleeping? god, or if he thought you ridiculous for being this freaking early?

this is the first time you're dealing with a potential boyfriend, and you're both so eager and terrified that you don't know what to do with yourself.

still, you don't regret that burst of courage that made you come up to him - especially since it gave you the chance to actually learn what he thinks about you. nervousness isn't the only reason why you woke up early - you actually barely slept at all, lying wide awake on your bed mulling over everything he said, running through every interaction from when you first started to notice him 'til now, recalling the feeling of his hands holding yours - of his mouth nibbling on your fingers.

god! you didn't dream all of it, right? it actually happened?

just when your thoughts are starting to turn mushy, a sudden, brusque rapping on the glass of your window makes you jump and curse loudly, but when you turn to glare at whoever decided to scare the crap out of you this early in the morning - you deflate, surprised, seeing eddie on the other side of the door.

but then you gasp in horror and get out of the car, jumping on the gravel of the yard. "my god, eddie, it's november- what are you doing?"

the young man grins unrepentantly, naked from the waist up and wearing only black jeans and his boots - and half of his faced is caked with shaving foam, some of it dripping on his tattooed chest.

"morning, sweetheart", he greets you instead, ignoring the goosebumps forming on his skin. "i'd kiss you, but i don't wanna get you dirty."

you shake your head, stunned. "go. inside. before you catch pneumonia!" you press your hands against his shoulders and try to push him towards the trailer. "i'm not going to disappear if you take the time to get dressed!"

eddie points a finger at you, trying to look stern. "don't leave. give me ten- no! five minutes! less than five! and i'll be right back, babe, okay?"

he waits for you to nod before turning and scrambling up the ladders and back again inside his house, a tornado of a man.

you slump against your car, huffing an incredulous laughter.

- - - -

the ride to school goes almost exactly like the day before, except this time you feel a tad less embarrassed and a bit more at ease - probably also thanks to the eyeful you got of him that morning, which was a lovely way to start the day.

not that you have given him the attention he deserved, as you were much more worried for the blatant disregard of his own health to truly appreciate the way his jeans hung low on his waist, carelessly showing off the dark happy trail slithering down from his navel, or the sharp line of the hipbones, the cool ink blossoming on his pale skin in various shapes and images-

mmh. maybe you did pay attention.

come on, girl, you told him you like him yesterday, maybe give it a couple more days before showing him your lustful side? be. a. gentlewoman.

besides, if he died of pneumonia all of your fantasies would die with him, so - guess it's up to you to keep the guy alive from now on.

yet eddie was just so adorably blasè by the whole thing that you couldn't even scold him.

i just saw your car in the driveway and couldn't resist! he said as if that was reason enough to come outside half naked to greet you. was the first time a cute little lady came to pick me up.

well, what could you say to that?

it's amazing how quickly the two of you seem to have slipped into this new dynamic, so you're kinda worried that the other shoe is not far from dropping - but still, everything is so new and soft and easy that the only thing you want to do is close your eyes, relax and let eddie drag you wherever he wants.

metaphorically - he's still without a car.

as you get close to school, however, his mood seems to shift slightly and he fidgets on the seat - fingers drumming nervously against his leg.

"hey, babe-" he clears his throat, "-you should drop me off around here, i think."

you're half distracted by the music on the radio and it takes you a while to grasp his meaning, but when you do you throw him a glance from the corner of your eye - man, he does look pretty nervous.

you decide to nip that particular behaviour in the bud.

"mh, how so?" you keep on driving, carefully casual, slowing down as you enter the school parking lot even though eddie is trying to lower himself on the seat - as if anyone could miss that amazing head of his.

"babe..." he turns to you, lips pressed in a worried frown. "you know it."

your fingers tighten around the wheel. "eddie", you start, speaking calmly but firmly. "i'm not about to pretend i don't like you or that we're not going out just to protect the delicate sensibilities of the popular crowd."

you keep driving until you see his van, empty spots on both of its sides because people are dicks, and park your car right next to his. then you turn off the ignition and twist to look at him, serious.

eddie looks concerned but also somewhat endeared, so you sigh and offer him your hand - which he grasps without a second thought.

"is that what you were trying to do?" you ask him gently, squeezing his fingers.

"mmh-" he squeezes you in return, the rigid set of his shoulders softening noticeably. "i suppose- i just lost some nerve once we reached the school. it- it just..."

"felt more real all of a sudden?"

he raises his eyes to look at you, nodding grateful. "yeah. sorry."

you can't help but laugh a bit. "who's the one apologizing, now? it's okay, eddie - i get it." you inhale deeply, thinking. "so- what do you want to do?"

he replies immediately, leaning towards you and clinging on your hand for dear life. "i want to go out with you."

"okay then, rockstar." it's your turn to smack a kiss on the back of his hand, watching him beam warmly. "let's go."

you let go of his hand to slip outside the car, shouldering your bag and waiting for eddie to come out too so you can lock it. he straightens immediately, hands on his hips as he takes a look around his van only to note that yes, his tire is still completely deflated and looks even worse than yesterday.

you come up to him, patting him softly on the back. "so, what are you gonna do about that?"

"i asked wayne", he sighs, crossing his arms. "he said he'll call the workshop later this morning and have them come here to change the tire. sucks because i don't have the money to pay him back now, though."

you hum, your pats becoming slow drags of your hand in circular motions. you feel him loosen up a bit, so you continue. "it's not as if you're using the money to buy shit, eddie. i'm sure your uncle is happy to help you - just as i am to give you a ride. 'kay?"

he smiles down at you, head tilted almost shily. "yeah, i know", he murmurs.

there's suddenly something charged in the air as you two look at each other, hidden from the rest of the people crowding the parking lot by the tall form of his van; your heart seems to lodge in the back of your throat as you observe his eyes roving your face and - falling on your suddenly dry lips. instinct makes you wet them with the tip of your tongue and you don't miss the way his breath hitches, and oh my god is this really happening? his hand is grabbing the back of your coat to pull you more into him, making you inhale the sharp, alluring scent of his aftershave, and-

"eddie!"

you both jump as if electrocuted, eddie groaning when he recognizes the happy voice greeting him loudly.

you turn in time to see a couple of familiar faces sauntering your way - the new, shiny recruits of eddie's hellfire club. you recognize them mostly because one of them is nancy wheeler's brother and the other is little erica's, and by exclusion the one in a baseball cap is dustin henderson.

"your kids are here, munson", you tease him, smirking at his long suffering groan.

they surround the both of you, exchanging quick greetings - dustin is the one who first notices the ripped tire of eddie's van, and he immediately drags the older guy into an heated discussion.

lucas elbows you, still not entirely conscious of his recently gained strenght. "haven't seen you in a while, baby", he smirks, making even the young wheeler roll his eyes.

you groan just as eddie splutters, cutting short his discussion with dustin and turning towards you. "baby?"

"i babysit his sister and sometimes he's there too", you roll your eyes, amused by his over dramatic reaction. "he thinks he's cute just because he's suddenly taller than me. what have we said about that, kid?"

"that i'm a hundred years too young to call you baby", he replies dutifully, a well memorized mantra. "still can call you bee, though."

"whatever makes you feel cool, sinclair."

eddie casually drapes an arm around your shoulders, pressing you against his side in a smooth movement that makes butterflies flutter wildly inside your stomach. "behave yourself, ranger."

the younger boy blinks, perplexed, finally noticing something's unusual between the two of you. "okay, what... what's going on?"

"we've decided to go out and we're late for class, so," you push past the kids briskly, eddie right behind you clinging to your coat with his free hand, and ignore dustin's shrill "what?!"

"you didn't tell me you were also friends with the freshmen, babe", your newly appointed boyfriend pokes at you, curious. "is there anyone you're not friends with? or did you charm the whole school?"

you snort, blushing a bit. "dork. there's plenty of people i don't like. plus lucas' little sister is a friend of mine, they're in class together and have a lot of sleepovers, so i guess i've seen him around more often."

"damn", he mutters under his breath. "there's still so much i don't know about you."

"good. keeps the relationship fresh", you smirk, letting him walk you to your locker.

he doesn't look convinced, so you elbow him gently to make him look at you. "hey, we've literally just started talking. you thought i hated you until yesterday! as far as i'm concerned, it's already an enormous step to say we're dating when this is the second time we're spending time together - and we're in school, too, so that kinda doesn't count. let's take it easy, mh? you don't have to cram every kind of random infos about me all in one morning."

eddie groans, pressing his forehead against the cold metal of the locker next to yours. "it just feels like i've wasted enough time. i want us to just- jump ahead and be already one of those silly, solid cute couples without the whole slow courting and dancing around each other and wondering if the other likes you too."

you can't help but smile fondly. "but what if i told you i like the courting thing?"

"oh?" he perks up, eyebrows so high they're hidden by his curly bangs. "i knew it - you're a romantic!"

"i don't know if i'm a romantic or if i simply like the idea of you courting me", you admit, thoughtful. "we kinda already skipped a few steps with that hurried confession- maybe we should take it slow?"

he presses his hand against your stomach, gently pushing you back against your locker. your heart kinda does a somersault at that. "babe. any slower and i. will. die", he deadpans, terribly serious.

"and besides-", you swallow with some difficulty, delicately tickling his side and making him twitch. "-what couple? you haven't even kissed me yet."

eddie grabs your evil hand, brown eyes sparkling. "easily remediable, sweetheart! here, let me..."

he leans into you, eager like a puppy - but right when he closes his eyes in anticipation you press your free hand over his mouth, giggling.

"not gonna let you kiss me in the school hallway for the first time, munson," you half chide, half tease.

he whines shamelessly behind your hand, lips moving temptingly against your palm. "but baaaabeeee..."

you love how he basically hasn't called you anything but pet-names since yesterday - it kinda makes you think that he had to physically restrain himself from doing so before you went and told him about your crush.

the sharp ring of the bell interrupts your banter, and eddie throws an annoyed glance at his watch. "dammit. there's no chance to convince you to skip it, right?"

"nope", you smile at him, moving away from your locker. "you need to set a good example for your freshmen minions, babe."

"no need for that! they're already better than me. they're all tiny little geniuses, i swear."

you snort. "that doesn't exactly work in your favour?"

"but what am i supposed to do without you?" he ignores you, hugging his metal lunch box. "it's gonna be sooo boring. i have to sit next to chance lockwood and that guy smells like he showers with his daddy's cologne."

"it's only an hour, then we have maths together right after", you console him, easily ignoring the weird glances people are starting to throw your way. "besides, i can tell you something to keep you busy in the meantime."

"mmh?" his eyes sparkle, intrigued.

you stop at the feet of the staircase where your paths split up and you signal him to move closer to your height, until your lips can reach his ear.

"i lied to you yesterday", you whisper, smiling at the way his breath hitches. "i remember when i started to crush on you."

then you step back and jump on the stairs, smirking, avoiding his hand trying to make a grab for you.

"you can't drop that on me and then leave!" he complains, pouting pitifully.

your laugh haunts him for the whole time you're not by his side. "see you later, rockstar!"

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