#Chipster Talks About

[chipstertool]

Girl-Centric Games: Quantity Over Quality

Ah, girl-centric stuff, where options for girls (and girly-girls/feminine at heart) were on the forefront, especially within the 2000s. Strawberry Shortcake, Bratz, Barbie, Totally Spies, Trollz, MLP, Winx, Lizzie McGuire, LPS, MyScene, etc. Especially with games from MMOs to console games to flash games.

Although, with girl games specifically, why is it that most of them are considered "shovelware" by those who talk about?

But before we get into that, what defines as a "girl-game" to be specific? It usually means a game catered to girls/women, a game that are usually played by girls/women, or both. It could also be a game that invokes a feeling of relaxation and/or coziness to it.

Within the realm of girl games, there are plenty of games that can be considered quality-filled such as Barbie Girls, Devilish Hairdresser, Super Princess Peach, Style Savvy, Hamtaro, etc. although the idea of girl games are games catered to female audiences are quantity-filled shovelware. One series that may uphold that idea are the Imagine series which were developed and/or published by Ubisoft.

The Imagine series are games catered to female audiences with storylines but what's strange are two specific games: Ballet Star and Ice Champions. Now, when seeing gameplay of these games, the art style is way different and looks like it has more quality into the game itself. Come to find out that these games are JP properties, developed by Spike, that were localized under Ubisoft. These games are KuruKuru Princess: Figure de KiraKira Koori no Angel & KuruKuru Princess: Yume no White Quartet. This also includes Master Chef since, that too, is a localized import of a JP game named Edamoto Naomi no Shiawase Kitchen: Kakushi Aji wa Anata ga Kimete ne.

This doesn't stop there since games such as GBA Petz (Vet, Dogz, Hamsterz 2) are also JP properties that Ubisoft have also localized. These games are Himawari Veterinary Clinic, Kawaii Koinu, and Hamster Club 3. Two non-Ubisoft games, Princess on Ice and Pretty Rockin (Happy Star Band) were also localized as Princess on Ice and Making the Music in US/Europe which the US had the original style by the time Pretty Rockin was released. I don't know why anyone reviewing these games haven't noticed this but that's probably just me.

These specific games have the capacity to grab the attention of girls alike yet their localization has made them seen as typical shovelware, which likely pushes away any girl by the cover alone. Though, this could be a US thing since it's most likely that girl-centric games are not good in quality but in quantity since they could just create a bare bones game, plaster a 'Made for Girls' sticker on it, and be done with it because the sales are what truly matters. This doesn't help that most girl sites nowadays are either shut down or feature games that are akin to shovelware.

On the other hand, there have been games that have attracted to female/feminine audiences such as Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, The Sims, Tomodachi Life, Princess Peach Showtime, the Atelier series, and the Nikki series. This could also be that these games have good gameplay and contains more quality than most shovelware games. So, hope isn't all that lost with girl-centric games since there are girls + women that are interested in games whether they're geared to women or not and I hope more unapologetic girl games come out with more quality than quantity.

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (37)

Dr.Gaul: Hippity Hoppity! Welcome back to my precious laboratory.☺️🔪

Coryo: *Raises hand* Dr.Gaul, do we really need to end everything with a rhyme? I mean-

Dr.Gaul: Shut up, orphan. I’m in my zone. So put your hand down before I shoot you with a drone.

Sejanus: *Raises hand* Dr.Gaul, can I-

Dr.Gaul: You’re allowed to skip my class, Mr. Plinth.

Sejanus: But-

Dr.Gaul: Do I really need to give you another hint?

Sejanus: No. I’ll shut up now.

Dr.Gaul: Good. And as for today’s lesson, we will be discussing the importance of mutts in our modern day society.

Clemensia: Nope. Not today! I’m going home. Bye! *runs out*

Juno: Clemmie, we haven’t even started!

Dr.Gaul: Now who could tell me why-

Livia: Dr.Gaul, why are all your mutts super ugly? Can’t you make them cuter?

Arachne: Yeah! I want a mutt that’s cuter and fluffier than the President’s Bichon Frisé puppies!

Dr.Gaul: Can you not interrupt me for one sec-

Felix: Can we even create a mutt that’s cuter than my granduncle’s puppies?

Coryo: I don’t know. I’m more of a cat person, and nothing’s cuter than Boa Bell the cat.

Apollo: How about we fuse Boa Bell with the President’s puppy!😀

Festus: A cat and a dog? What are we gonna call it?

Gaius: Bichon Bell? Boa Pup? That’s all I’ve got.

Coryo: How about a cute hamster fused with a cute chipmunk?

Felix: Chipster? Chipham?

Urban: Cheap ham? Are we talking about food already?

Palmyra: I have some cheap ham right here! *shows a rotten holiday ham instead* Want one?😀

Florus: Ew. No. Put that thing away from me, Monty.

Palmyra: It’s still delicious!

Everyone: We’re not that hungry, Monty.🤢

Palmyra: Really? How about you, Price?

Persephone: No offense, Palm Palm, but I would rather eat my poor daddy’s Maid Stew again before I eat that.

Palmyra: Just one bite?🥺

Everyone: No.

Dr.Gaul: As I was saying-

Florus: Ok. Here me out. A cute baby duck fused with a cute baby penguin.

Iphigenia: Oh, Panem! A penduck! That’s super cute! I want one already, Flory!

Io: Me too! I’m so gonna tell my parents about that!

Coryo: Honestly, a “penduck” might be the most adorable thing that I personally want to see.

Festus: A penduck burger ain’t so bad either.🤤

Felix: Festus, bro, you can’t just eat a cute penduck!

Festus: Huh? Why?

Felix: Because I’ll make it illegal!

Festus: But if it moves, it’s technically food!

Persephone: I concur!😋

Urban: I mean, Creed’s not wrong. We can even sell it to raise more money for our poor class fund.

Dennis: Nice one, Ban Ban! Now that’s a good business proposal!

Urban: You guys do know about our depleted class fund, right?

Felix: Our precious class fund? I haven’t really addressed that issue-

Iphigenia: And we will never ever address it! Ever!

Felix: But-

Iphigenia: So who’s next? Sejanus, you go!😊

Sejanus: Ok. My turn! How about an adorable baby weasel fused with an adorable baby capybara!

Androcles: Can it swim though?

Pup: I don’t care! I want a baby “capysel” in my house!

Dennis: How about a baby pony fused with a baby kangaroo?

Vipsania: Fling, that’s brilliant! Who doesn’t want a “pongaroo” to fight them!

Lysistrata: Fight them? Is that even legal?

Vipsania: It ain’t animal abuse if they abuse you back, Lizzie!

Felix: Well, don’t mind me. I’m just gonna write that down.

Domitia: How about a baby cow fused with a baby horse?

Diana: You seriously want a “corse” for a pet?

Domitia: What? I literally live in a ranch.

Coryo: You mean a big ass luxurious mansion that looks like a ranch.

Livia: My turn! A baby otter fused with a baby koala!

Apollo: Wow, Livia, you really want the science peeps to make a baby “Koatter” for you?

Livia: Sure. Why not. I can afford it, unlike that poor orphan sitting over there-

Coryo: FYI, Cardew, my boyfriend’s father (Strabo Plinth) is willing to give me a zoo filled with the cutest mutts as a wedding gift after graduation!

Lysistrata: Sejanus, is that true?

Sejanus: Anything for my Coryo!😘

Dr.Gaul: Why am I even here? Just to suffer?!😩🔪

[stungunlazertag]

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[princessmadafu]

Bangers and Mash

I have a problem.

Only a little one.

Not the sort of massive problem in Ukraine and Syria and Turkey. More on par with Spanish people not knowing how snow works. Hint for Spanish people: relax and enjoy it! Let your kids roll it up into snowmen; scrape up the rest into a pile with a shovel, and then let everything melt. It'll be gone tomorrow. It's just a bit of snow. It's not some devastating weatherbomb like they have in America.

20 inches of snow is fun.

But let's talk about bangers and mash. Sausage and mash. Soss and mash. Whatever you call it in your country, it's basically a cheap and easy meal involving cheap sausages, cheap end-of-season potatoes and peas, and a**loads of cheap onion gravy.

But how to cook it? I'm in a quandary.

When I had bangers and mash as a child, my mother (working from a recipe taught to her by her grandmother, so this is historical family tradition sort of thing) browned the sausages and then braised them in the onion gravy for a couple of hours, served with mash on the side. It concentrates the gravy flavours and is absolutely scrummy. Unfortunately, I live with four men each with different tastes: one of whom prefers his sausages dry; one of whom has no preference; the third loves his gravy; and the other says whatever Princess Madafu cooks it'll be gorgeous anyway.

I'm really tempted to do it my family traditional way, even though (from what I've googled) it may not be "other people's" traditional way. I've fed them bangers and mash many times, the "other people's" way, but I just have this hankering to do it my way tonight.

I also have my collie The Chipster who knows there are sausages in the fridge and who is making big goo-goo eyes at me.

If I do the dry-version bangers, there'll be none left for Chip.

If I do the braised-version bangers, there'll be leftovers that Chip can't eat because of the onions.

Should I just feed Chip the sausages, and serve everyone else with the mash, peas and onion gravy?

[randomdancingwhore]

Secret’s Out - Peter Parker x Bimbo! F! Reader

Summary: It's time for Peter to tell his girlfriend about Spiderman. It won't be that hard, right?

Request: "I was wondering if I could request an x men bimbo reader? Or a spider man reader where peter goes to school with a girl who seems like a Total bimbo but instantly is like 'yeah of course I've been knowing that you're spider man, duh!" @chipster-21​ hope you like it!

Warnings: Sexual role play hinted at.

Notes: This request was supposed to come out ages ago, but I kinda got carried away with it for a while but don't worry, I shortened it, lol.

'Today is the day,' Peter thought, 'I'm gonna tell her.'

Peter paced back and forth in the hallway wearing his aunt's long frilly robe as Y/N reclined in his bedroom.

She had caught him off guard. He had just come back from a crime-fighting spree and was still in costume when Y/N burst in. With no other choice, Peter threw on the nearest clothing article, which just happened to be Aunt May's light pink robe.

He tried to explain that he just put it on for fun, an excuse that would typically work on her, but when Y/N furrowed her brow and said,

"That robe is salmon, and that's def' a summer/spring colour, but you have mega winter/fall undertones, and you know it. There’s nothing fun about unflattering colour combinations. Peter...are you like hiding something from me?"

He didn't know how to react, so he didn't. He stood there and stuttered till Y/N had walked into his room, most likely texting her friends about the situation.

He hated lying to her; she was already clueless about so much, but it was for her own good; she was known to talk without thinking much, and if she ever let it slip that she knew who Spiderman was, his enemies could hurt her.

But enough was enough. Lying to her was hurting her too.

Gathering his wits, he opened his bedroom door, ready to face Y/N.

She sat up on his bed and looked at him expectantly,

"Y/N, I have to tell you something..."

The girl suddenly began to bounce up and down, clapping ecstatically. "Omg! The big secret is coming out, this's just like that one episode of 'Love and HipHop Atlanta' where Erica told Safaree that she was like super preggo and then he literally drove off on a mini four-wheeler, which was like totes lame" Y/N watches a lot of mindless reality TV "Anyways, what were you saying?"

"It's just, I don't want you to think of me any differently after this"

"Babe, just spill already. The suspense is totally breaking me out, and I have an Insta shoot tomorrow."

Peter sighed, and with brief hesitation, he ripped open the bathrobe, exposing his spider-suit.

Y/N gasped "Are we like finally doing the Spiderman role play thing?" Instantly and without cause, Y/N begins to imitate a stereotypical damsel in distress "Oh, Spiderman won't you come save me from the evil men, please take me home and show me how that web-shooter of yours really works-"

"No! T-that's not what's going on, we're not doing that. This isn't just a costume; I'm Spiderman, Y/N, that's what I've been keeping from you, and I can't anymore because...I love you."

There's a brief moment of silence.

"Duhh," The girl chimes matter-of-factly.

"You knew I loved you?" He says softly

"No, I didn't know that part yet and ILYT BTW, Peter. I said, 'duhh' because I like already knew you were Spiderman."

Peter's eyes widen. "What?!"

"Spiderman has saved me like a dozen times and I’m doing this über exclusive perfume mixing class so I started like noticing scents and you two totally have the same smell," she explains.

Peter is horrified. "I have a smell?"

"Yeah,” she sang “You smell like 'teenaged boy who uses AXE body spray as a substitute for a social life,' with unique notes of A4 paper, freshly ironed clothes and strawberry shortcake frosting."

"That's...interesting, but why didn't you ever say anything about me being Spiderman?"

"Because I'm not supposed to say your secret out loud, obvi, that's what good super-hero girlfriends do; I read that on Pinterest."

Peter's heart warmed at that. He realized now that he never should have doubted Y/N.

The touching moment was cut short when Peter's bedroom door was swung open by his aunt.

The scene before her was of Y/N sitting on the bed with Peter standing in front of her, May's bathrobe held wide open and her nephew was seemingly showing off his 'web shooter' to his girlfriend.

"Peter!!!" She screamed.

[dingusfreakhxrrington]

Hi there, Sweetheart! Thank you for tagging me in your birthday post! Feel free to write or make me whatever you want, I don't have a preference. I just wanted to drop off a birthday letter! Eddie told me to give you this:

thank you so, so much for this, i cannot put into words how much it made me smile when i first saw it in my inbox!

p.s. i'm sorry it took me so long to answer, i wasn't sure what to write but decided to go for some birthday headcanons to match up a little with the sweet letter 🤍

It’s Your Birthday - Eddie Munson Headcanons

whether you’re friends, family or dating, eddie always makes a big deal out of your birthday

in the days coming up to it he’ll usually act as if nothing special or important is happening, as if he’s completely forgotten that it’s almost your special day

sometimes, however, the excitement gets to him and he will start teasing you about your birthday in the days and/or weeks leading up to it

he always seems more excited about your birthday than you are, not to mention he’s always more excited about your birthday than he ever is for his own

if he can afford it, he’ll try to buy you something nice but more often than not your present is either something hand-crafted by him or simply a showering of affection that lasts the whole day

whether he can afford a present or not, he always takes you out for your birthday

sometimes you’ll go out and grab some cheap food, other times he’ll drive the two of you wherever you want to go

if you’re dating he will definitely plan a trip to lovers lake

he’d get wayne to help him find someone willing to lend him a boat or he’d just pinch rick’s for the evening, then he’d row the two of you out into the middle of the lake where no one could interrupt you

you’d sit drifting around for hours talking about whatever came to mind

he’d definitely end up falling into the lake or at least almost falling in after messing around and tipping the boat just a little too much

if you managed not to fall in too you’d have to reach out and pull him back into the boat, trying your hardest to heave him back out of the water despite your contagious laughter 

if you fell in with him, however, well that’s a different story

if it’s cold you’d probably both clamber back into the boat and cling to each other for warmth until he got you safely back to shore

if it’s not too cold or at least bearable enough, maybe you’d give in and have a little swim, splashing each other the entire time

no matter what he had planned, it was always something you looked forward to each year

it became less about it being your birthday and more about the memories you’d create together on that very special day each year

every year he’d always promise to do better the next and every year you’d remind him that it didn’t matter if he had the money to do anything ‘special’ since it was always special simply because you were able to spend your birthday with him

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[mostlybarnes]

It’s My Party, You’re Not Invited (Part Two)

Summary: The morning after Bucky threw a party, you confront him but it doesn’t go according to plan.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: more angst, arguing, Bucky is an asshole, language, not proof read, mistakes are my own!

Words: 1,567

Author’s Notes: Wow. I absolutely can not believe the support on part one! I’m so happy you guys liked it, and of course I’m always happy to give people what they want and since so many of you asked for part two, here it is! Really hope you won’t be disappointed, please let me know what you think. And don’t worry, there WILL be a part three. This isn’t the end!!

As you had predicted, you got no sleep. Your night consisted of you tossing and turning and occasionally groaning loudly into your pillow.

Your pillow was your closest friend, it captured your falling tears, and provided you with comfort when you couldn’t rest. The morning sun was pouring through your parted drapes, a new day was beginning and you knew you definitely wouldn’t be getting any sleep now.

Lazily, you threw the blankets off of you and sat on the edge of your bed, your palms on either side of you, digging into the mattress. Bucky not inviting you to his party shouldn’t have bothered you, but for some reason, it did. It was the reason you got no sleep, and you were annoyed by how Nat and your friends treated you last night. They were laughing and you couldn’t help but feel like they were laughing at you, even if they weren’t. Today would be the day you would confront Bucky, no matter what. But first, you needed a hot shower to try and wash away the tension that was rolling off your shoulders.

The shower itself would have taken a good ten minutes on a good day, but you spent almost an hour on the shower floor with your knees tucked under your chin and fresh tears disappearing under the shower head. Pathetic, you told yourself. Crying over something that wasn’t even your fault. How dare he treat you this way and make you feel broken. Speak of the devil, through the sounds of your cries and the water cascading down around you, your thoughts snapped back to reality when you heard his laugh from the hallway again.

Enough was enough with his games, you needed to know why you didn’t get an invite, it was just a simple little question.

Standing up off the shower floor with shaky legs, you turned off the shower and stepped out to grab the towel off the rail and pat yourself dry. In your haste to get dressed, your clothes were mismatched and your sweater was turned inside out. You didn’t care about that though, you needed to speak with Bucky. You needed answers.

You left your room and followed the sounds of the chatter coming from the common room. Your feet quickly carried you there, stopping in the doorway and noticing the room was completely trashed from last night’s shenanigans.

Broken glass was scattered over the marble floors, there were literally hundreds of solo cups all over the tables, there was even a broken window.

What the hell happened here? You wondered, stepping into the room, being careful not to tread on glass.

“Watch your feet!” Bucky warned, holding his hands up to halt your footsteps. “There’s glass everywhere.”

“No shit.” You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest and rolling your eyes. You heard him click his tongue as he worked on sweeping up the glass. “I heard you had a party?”

“Uh yeah, just some close friends and stuff.” He shrugged, and ouch if that didn’t fucking hurt.

“Really? I didn’t know you were– were close friends with people from…. statistics?” Anger was rushing through your veins, his nonchalant attitude wasn’t making this any easier and neither was the lack of sleep. You wondered what had happened to the sweet guy you knew. The shy Bucky who couldn’t even make himself a sandwich because he was afraid of being mocked by the other avengers. Or the Bucky that loved to sip herbal tea at 3 in the morning. Where did that Bucky go? Who is this Bucky? It was like a switch flipped and he changed overnight.

“What is this about, Y/N? You walk in here with some kind of an attitude problem and I’m tired, it’s early and I’m not in the mood.” He snapped and that was it for you. If he was tired, you were something else.

You stepped into the room regardless of the broken glass still all over the floor, not caring if any shards cut your feet as you stand toe to toe with Bucky. You shove him, but not surprised when he doesn’t budge.

“Where was my invite? What did I do to you to make you forget about me? It shouldn’t even be a big deal but–”

“Then stop making it a big deal! Is that what this is really about huh? It was my party and I invited the people I wanted to be there!”

“Wha– but you invited everyone but me!” You cried, your voice breaking at the end.

“Then maybe that tells you something.” He offers no sympathy to your state of distress. At least not to your face, it’s when you turn your back and he hears you cry harder does his own heart break. He didn’t mean for this to happen and the Black Widow’s footsteps behind him is about to remind him of his mistakes.

“You’ve really messed this up Barnes. I’m not sure Y/N will ever forgive you.” Bucky turns to look at Nat. Guilt and anger written all over his face.

“You don’t think I know that?! I did it to protect Y/N!”

“Well, what are you gonna do about it?”

“I don’t know.”

////

The day away from the compound was exactly what you needed. The air was refreshing and cold, biting against your skin. It helped to clear your thoughts that were running in circles since you talked to Bucky. You still didn’t have a clear answer as to why he chose not to invite you, and that bothered you more than anything, but what he did say replayed in your mind. You suppose he had a point, it was his party and up to him who he chose to invite but it confused you because you thought you were on good terms with Bucky. Did you get it wrong? Where did it all go wrong?

Your fingers wrapped around the mug as you sat in the corner of the quiet coffee shop with a friend as they watched you watch the world go by.

“Okay, what’s going on?” They asked, blowing into the hot liquid before taking a quick sip.

A deep sigh fell from between your lips. Your body and mind felt exhausted, it was hard to concentrate.

“I don’t even know. I feel like I’m overreacting.” You shrugged, licking your lips and looking into your coffee as if seeking the answers to your unanswered questions.

“Overreacting? Did something happen on the mission you just got back from?”

“No, no. Something that happened after that. You know Bucky, right?”

“Bucky Barnes?” They asked with a raised eyebrow. You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat. “What about him?”

“I just– I– would you be honest with me and tell me if I’m overreacting?” You bit your lip nervously and your friend nodded.

“Of course! Tell me everything.”

True to their word, your friend sat and listened to every single word without interruptions or sassy remarks. They didn’t stop to ask you questions, and they didn’t make you feel pathetic like you felt. Talking about it out loud made you feel stupid, maybe it was stupid to get angry over something so small. That maybe deep down Bucky had a good reason not to invite you. Maybe you just weren’t close to him after all.

“I’m so stupid, aren’t I?” You shrugged, the wooden table becoming more of an interest.

“You’re not stupid. He’s stupid but I think he likes you.” Your head snapped up and so did your eyebrows.

“You’re insane! Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

“Of course I did!” They defended with a smirk, “and here’s what we’re gonna try.”

///

Your friend’s idea was so stupid and this dress was far too tight for your liking. You felt like your your body was spilling out at the seams, a complete opposite to what you were used to wearing: comfortable clothing or pajamas.

Walking in heels was another problem for you. Any second now, you were sure you were gonna have to call Dr Cho because you had somehow broken your neck. However, after a few laps around your room, you felt confident enough to walk a few blocks in them. Grabbing a purse and a jacket from your closet, you staggered out of your room and into Bucky’s chest.

“Whoa there, you alright?” He asked, pushing you away from him. He eyed you up and down, making you feel naked under his gaze.

“Why wouldn’t I be? And what are you doing here? Outside my door?” You folded your arms across your chest, big mistake as it pushed your cleavage together and with the height difference, Bucky had a pretty good view. He was a gentleman though and kept (or tried) to keep his eyes glued to your face.

“I came to apologize. Where are you going dressed like that?”

“It’s a bit late for an apology. I got your message loud and clear from this morning.” You scoffed. “And I’m going out with my real friends, not that it’s any of your damn business.”

“A party?” He wondered, his jaw clenching at the thought of you dancing with other people that weren’t him.

“Yes, and you’re not invited.” You smirked, turning on your heels and walking towards the waiting elevator, ignoring his calls of your name.

Bucky watched as the metal doors closed, his hands tugged his hair so hard he was afraid he would rip it out. He’s fucked up, Natasha was right. There was no way of fixing this.

“Fuck!” He yelled, kicking a hole in the wall next to your door.

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Headcanon: Zemo being jealous

Requested from anon on previous post

- Zemo gets jealous very easily, he's very over-protective of you which you don't happen to mind but sometimes it can get overbearing

- You could simply be chatting to someone in a queue to bide the time and Zemo will notice, instantly being by your side, his arm wrapped around your waist, kissing your air and glaring at the person you were talking to. He might even go as far as to start questioning them to intimate them

- In sokovia word quickly spreads to who Zemo's new partner is, so soon you find that no one dares catcall you, or make advances at you in clubs because Zemo's reputation for making people he doesn't like disappear is well know

- However outside of Sokovia it isn't as well known and people have paid the price

- If you ask him not to hurt people to try to hit on you, he will listen to you, however, he won't let them get away with it either. He will make sure to intimidate and threaten them to back off and to not hit on women who don't want to be hit on

- If someone tried to touch you though such as slapping your ass, or trying to catch a feel Zemo will not care what promises he made to you about not hurting someone. No one dares touches what is his without his consent

- If he is feeling generous the person might come away alive but with a broken nose, missing teeth and a lot of bleeding. Zemo always makes sure to clean his hands before coming back to you

- He hates the feeling of being jealous, something which you catch onto quickly. Occasionally you might see how far you can test him by dancing with someone else at the club in his direct eyesight. You enjoy seeing his eyes burn into you and the person you are dancing with, seeing his jaw clentch in anger. He will quickly split you up and take you away from the floor to either back home or a secluded spot so he can show you exactly who you belong to

- Zemo's love language is touch so he lets people know not to go near his things usually because he has his arm around you, or resting on your thigh/knee, it's a reassurance to him that you are still there

- After he is broken out from prison though he is more held back. He is unsure what your relationship is anymore, he expects you to have moved on, especially with how close you are to Bucky

- He would be non stop staring at you as he sees you talking to Sam and Bucky, he wouldn't say anything but he has no need as you can see the jealously radiating from his eyes

- If someone like John tried to hit on you he would stand next to you and glare at John letting him know he isn't welcomed to do so

- All this back and forth would end after you two share a passionate kiss and once again he knows that you are his and he had no need to feel any jealously as you have always been his

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Prompt: “I wish he’d teach me how to play mine.”

I found ⬆️ as a random tag related to I don’t know what, and it just made me blush with all the mental images of things OC could be requesting Rob teach them how to play.

Character: Anybody but Roland and Ivan, cuz they’d be too easy and where’s the fun in that. Also, I hate the theramin. And 80s fashions.

* This is not my gif and I could not locate the gif maker for proper credit*

How to Play: Rob x Fem!Reader

Thank you for the request.  Your requests are the best! :)

Warnings ⚠️ Public Smut, Food, Puns, Fluff

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Rob had a penchant for quirky restaurants. Over the past few weeks he had already taken you to an Asian fusion bistro with live performing aerialists and a farm to table establishment that encouraged diners to help with a few farm chores before being seated at their table.  This place was tame by comparison, merely specializing in themed soups.  

There was a lull in the conversation and Rob started giggling.  

“What is it?”  His laughter was contagious.  

“Listen,” he said leaning in.

“What,  I don’t-“

“That’s the sound of fifty people trying not to slurp their soup.”

You smiled, noisily consuming your noodles in defiance.

“Enjoying the ‘PHOMO?’”

“It’s pretty good.  How’s yours?  What did you order again?”

“I’ve got ‘Won Ton Desire.’”

“These names. I swear.”

Rob continued to peruse the menu.  “Tomatotally Awesome? Chick Send Nood(le)s?”

“Yeah, some of these are really stew-pid.”

“Are you proud of yourself for that one?”

“This restaurant was your idea, remember?”

“If you’d told me where we were going, I might have reconsidered.”

“Take Our Broth Away is the hottest spot in town right now.  There’s a waitlist a mile long.  I had to pull some strings.”

“I’m gonna pull your strings!,” you quipped back.  

“Ooh, Please elaborate.”  Rob smirked, resting his chin in his hands.

The waitress came up to your table.  “I just wanted to check on you two.  Enjoying your soup?  Can I get you anything else?  For dessert we have a lovely cold strawberry and fresh mint gazpacho.”

“We’ll take it!  Two spoons, please.”

The dessert, essentially a fruit smoothie in a bowl, was heavenly, the best part of the meal.  Your spoons clinked as you scuffled over the elegant portion.

“I heard you play the spoons.  It’s like an Irish folk music thing, right?”

He narrowed his eyes at you, passing the silver utensil between his lips and pulling it out clean.  “Bet you think I wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I know you would.  I’m counting on it,” you teased.

Rob collected another spoon and licked that one clean as well.  Then he stood up, rolled up his sleeves and put one leg up on the chair.  This was getting serious. 

He threaded the instruments between the fingers in his right hand.  He slapped them rhythmically against his jeans, his dominant hand alternating between cupping them and gently tapping them together.  It was an oddly pleasant sound and he looked hot as hell doing it.  This man could make anything look sexy.  

Other couples started checking out the strange music coming from your table.  He couldn’t resist improvising a few cheeky song lyrics.  His singing voice was average, but his charm could make a herd of stampeding buffalo stop and swoon.  

Rob signed a few autographs and posed for a couple of selfies.  After a while the fans dispersed, returning to their tables.  Alone again, you settled back into your secluded table against the wall.  “Well, now.  That was entertaining.”  

“I aim to please.”

“Mm.  I wish you’d show me how to play.”  You brushed your skirt away from your leg and parted your knees just enough to give him the message.  

“We’re not talking about music anymore are we?”  Rob leaned in and stroked the length of your bare thigh.  You shook your head coyly.  He cradled your face in his hand.  Nuzzling your cheek into his palm, you stared up at him, your eyes posing a challenge.  

Rob quickly adjusted the tablecloth to give you a few more inches of coverage on the side facing out.  Then he brushed his hand over the little strip of cotton which held your forbidden fruit.  

“Is this what you want?, he whispered.  

“Ah...ha.”  You inhaled nervously.

He hooked his finger under the fabric and rubbed his knuckle against your clit.

You bit your lip to suppress any sound from escaping.  You were normally not this sensitive, but just the possibility of getting caught electrofied your senses.  Every clink of plates and distant muffled voice raised the intensity.  It was masterful the way he remained so poised above the table and angled your bodies so it just looked like an intimate conversation to the casual observer.  

“The waitress could come round the corner any second with the check,” he said, slipping a finger inside you.  You gripped his shoulder to steady yourself.  He used his thumb to roll your clit in a slow and steady circle.  

“Ahh.”  Your head tilted back.  Rob gently guided it back.  “Look at me.  Focus on me,” he said.

He held you in his green eyed gaze, encouraging you.

He added another finger and together they curled and flexed inside you, his thumb bearing down, relentlessly manipulating your swollen aching clit.  You sat there helpless, a dribbling mess.  “Oh fuck,” you whispered as the flood endorphins erupted from your core.  You shuddered and sighed, clinging to Rob for stability.  

“So, how are we doing?”  The waitress returned.  She noticed the overwhelmed look on your face.  “Oh, hon are you okay?”  You didn’t know what to say.  You hid your face with your hands.

“She is just a little overwhelmed and I haven’t even gotten to the big surprise yet.”  Rob winked at you.  

“Oh, well, I’ll give you some privacy.”  She smiled, probably assuming you were flustered by some big romantic gesture.  She left the check, then disappeared.  Rob paid for the meal, tipping generously.

“Nice cover, but now you’ve got me wanting another surprise.”  You went in for a kiss.

“Oh but there is another surprise,” he assured you.  “Now, let’s go home, so we can do the weird stuff.”  You laughed.  “Wait, you forgot your key,” he added, jingling the thing a few inches from your face.

“That’s not my...Oh.  Rob, what did you do?”

“I got a little place.  I’ve decided to stick around for a while.”  

You lunged at him and threw your arms around his neck.  It was a surprise, one you had been hoping for.  You held the key triumphantly.  “This night just keeps getting better.  Now, tell me more about the weird stuff…”      

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Heterosexuality: Disdainful Love in Real Life, Media, and Fandom

Hello everyone, this is Chip speaking about something that I've noticed towards a sexuality that you have seen most often: heterosexuality. Now, heterosexuality, for those who don't know, is a sexuality where a man or woman is attracted to the opposite sex. This sexuality has been the main forefront throughout many stories within the realm of fiction although, there have been cases where some relationships have taken a turn where it turns miserable, resentful, toxic, or destructive.

In some cases, there are heterosexual relationships that feature a male and female loving each other to the fullest with some ups and downs on the side; however, there are couples within fiction that presents itself as miserable as possible and leaves implications that this sexuality is a curse for those who have this attraction. In reality, we know that relationships can vary between normally healthy and dangerously toxic yet we see a lot more negatives towards the most common sexuality. But why is that exactly?

One theme I could present would be the 'miserable married couple' in the media where the couple, in question, are happily married to each other yet absolutely miserable with and around each other. This can also fall into the 'nagging wife & lazy husband' trope where the wife is competent while the husband is incompetent, mostly within a household setting. Another thing would be the ol' ball n' chain saying, usually towards wives, where it implies that the individual's (mostly the husband's) freedom becomes limited after marriage. Though it could be left as a silly exaggeration between a wife and husband, it presents something that is shown in reality: heteropessimism and heterofatalism. With these terms, what do they really mean towards this discussion as a whole? 

Heteropessimism is a term used on the disappointments, frustrations, resentments within heterosexual relationships while heterofatalism is a term focused on embarrassment, shamefulness, and hopelessness of the sexual orientation. Both of these terms, in a way, present the belief that heterosexual relationships are inherently flawed and are bound to likely fail at any given moment. One could wish that it was all proven false yet we see men and women having this disdain for each other, especially in social media as there have been instances of this notion such as Twitter. As an example, a tweet, created by a woman, would proclaim that men should be able to be emotional yet view it as a turn off & a tweet, created by a man, could say that women should have sex after marriage for a greater connection yet would get upset that a woman won't give it up after the first date. Additionally, this would create misandry and misogyny respectively where men and women are at each other's throats at any given moment while letting bad apples mix the pot. Although, does this disdain reflect towards fictional heterosexual couples in any way?

Perhaps since these relationships tend to be criticized within fandoms where it can go from genuine to bogus by their claim towards these couples to which are labeled as m/f within fandom culture. With genuine consideration, it may be from how the pairing is developed and/or executed such as the 'main guy gets with the main girl' trope in which people would agree and leave it at that. On the other hand, some of these criticisms can become hypocritical when they proclaim that the pairing is problematic due to things such as age gap, power differences, specific dynamic, etc. while favoring another that usually features a pairing involving a couple of the same sex. Moreover, even when a heterosexual pairing is wholesome enough, it doesn't halt the disdain towards the sexuality as it would reach to the point of wishing the male and female in question were in same sex pairings instead or didn't exist at all. 

One could provide a "solution" that the pairing is bisexual yet that solution would be on a thin thread due to how bisexuality is viewed in real life and fandoms as people would praise them for being in a relationship with the same sex yet condemn them for being in one with the opposite sex. Another "solution" would be the 'Girlboss x Malewife' dynamic where the male is submissive and female is dominant; though it is met with positive reception, many would claim that this is the "only" acceptable dynamic and that everything else involving a heterosexual pairing are problematic and/or boring.

Now, is there any solution for this problem? Likely not for the time being due to how the reception towards heterosexual relationships are within fandoms. Even when people (LGBT and non-LGBT) do like a m/f pairing, they’ll more likely to be called ‘boring’ by others and some would attempt to downplay the pairing in favor of the same sex version along with ‘spicer’ stuff that would’ve been seen as problematic within a m/f pairing. 

If there's something I missed, feel free to add in your reply!

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Dangerous Love (Pt. 13 of 13)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) X Harley Quinn's sister!Reader

Word count: 1.7 K

Summary: You're Harley Quinn's sister, Havoc, one of the many villain's of Gotham. But you've been caught, and has been tortured constantly for an year in Belle Reve. But when your think your life can't be anything else than the nightmare you find yourself into, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, takes you in for a project. He has a program to rehabilitate villains, and you're his lab rat. But soon enough confusing feelings start getting in the way. You know falling for Bruce is stupid. But can you keep your heart under control?

<- Previous part (12)

{Justice League - DC Masterlist}

×

Freedom

“Bruce! I'm back!” You yell as you push the door closed with your back, carrying the two bags from the supermarket. Alfred is driving the car to the garage. Today was the fourth time you went out all by yourself. Alfred has to drive since you still can't take your license, but you feel like you're doing well. He stays in the car while you buy the stuff you want, and it's actually good to be out there, with the people. “I met this sweet lady on the line and she was so cute. She told me about her grandson who's starting in the kinder garden this year.” You follow the sound of his voice coming from the living room, leaving the bags on the table at the main hall and making your way there. “She–”

The words get stuck on your throat when you see he's not alone. Amanda Waller and the other five people responsible for Belle Reve are here. You're frozen, busted because you don't know if they should know about all the freedom you're having. You look at Bruce, searching for any signs of what to do. His expression is calm, light, and he reaches out his hand. “Come here, sweetheart.” He says, and you take a few seconds to find your legs, making your way over him, taking his hand, noticing how yours are shaking.

“Is everything alright?” You whisper to him.

“I see Havoc is already allowed out. And apparently without your supervision.” One of the men speaks, his angry eyes on you. This one wants you back in your cell, being beaten up.

“She is. (Y/N) is adapting wonderfully well.” Bruce says. “This is not the first time she goes out without me, and there hasn't been any kind of incident.”

“I couldn't help but notice you engaged in a romantic relationship with her,” Amanda states, reading something on her tablet. “The rest of the world didn't recognize her, but we did. You've been seen with her in... Three different galas.”

“I'm well aware of the contract we both signed, Amanda. I made it. And a romantic relationship wasn't mentioned, which means it wasn't forbidden.” You hold tight on his arm as he speaks. “And yes, I've been to some parties with her, I believe you saw us on the news.”

“I don't need you to tell me about the contract, Bruce. I read it. And honestly, I couldn't care less about who you want to put in your bed.” She mumbles, typing something down. “Let's make it quick, Bruce. We're here for a reason, but Havoc isn't the only criminal we have to deal with.”

“Her name is (Y/N). And soon enough you won't have to deal with her anymore.” Bruce turns to you, placing a kiss on your lips. “I need you to wait upstairs, my love. You can't be present while we discuss this.”

Nodding, you give them one last look before walking away.

But you can't go to your room. You're too scared now. What if you lose what you have here? Your life with Bruce... If you're thrown back in Belle Reve... You can't handle it anymore, you'll die. Inside first, until your body gives up. So you move downstairs, a few steps so the wall is hiding you, sitting down and paying attention, trying to bring sense to their words.

“Mr. Wayne, eight months ago you took in one of Belle Reve's intern, (Y/N) Quinzel, also known as Havoc, to test a project of your creation. In which you tried to rehabilitate her, so that she could have a life out of her criminal actions, being able to be fully reintroduced into life in society.” The man speaks slow, and by the looks of it, they must be recording it. “Do you believe your project succeded?”

“Yes.” Bruce answers.

“Do you believe (Y/N) could be released to live among other people without causing any kind of harm, stealing, killing, torturing, or any other dangerous behavior?”

“Yes.”

“Are you aware that the condition for her release is you being completely responsible for her actions from now on?”

“Yes, I am.”

“It will be like a damn marriage, Wayne.” Someone says, and your heart stops. “Anything she does, she steals a freaking pencil, you'll have to answer for it. You'll be bound for life.”

“Good,” Bruce mumbles, and you hear some laughs.

“For goodness sake, Wayne. I get that you want to have fun with her. The girl is insane but pretty, I'm not blind. But–”

“I'm not having fun with her. And you will watch your tongue before talking about (Y/N) again.” A smile comes to your lips, and you cover your mouth with a hand. Every passing day you're more and more sure that Bruce is going serious with you. That he has a goal with your relationship, but it still warms your heart when he says something like that.

“Whatever you want, Bruce Wayne,” Amanda mutters. “I will need you to sign here. And your fingerprints.”

A silence falls, and everything you hear is your heartbeat. Bruce told you he was starting the last procedures to set you free once and for all, but you didn't think it would happen so fast. Guess he did had everything under control after all.

Your mind suddenly floats back to when you first got here, when you tried to run, when you attacked him so brutally. Back then, on the first days, you never thought you'd fall for him. And it took a while for you to even allow yourself to. Bruce, being Batman, the hero, could never have feelings for you. And it's true that the signs where there, when he touched you, or when he went to your room to dance with you, leaving the party behind... But you were so scared back then... That you'd have your heart broken for the very first time.

But it had a happy ending. An ending you know you don't deserve. You want to be with Bruce, you want the life you have now, to go to college next month, study and become a nurse. Find a job and... The rest you don't know. But you know it'll be good.

“Go get the girl. I need her fingerprints too.” Amanda speaks up.

You hear his footsteps as they grow closer. You stand up when you see him on the bottom of the stairs, waiting until he reaches you.

“Did you hear it?”

You nod, letting yourself fall into his embrace when he opens his arms. “I don't want to see any of them ever again.”

“You won't, I promise.”

“Bruce... A-are you sure you'll sign that thing? I heard what they said.”

“Hey...” He pulls away, just enough to look into your eyes. “I already signed and I don't regret it. This is the last step, (Y/N), don't let them get to your head.”

“Okay,” you mumble, tiptoeing to kiss him.

Bruce guides you back to the living room, and you try to keep your head up, fearless.

“Havoc. Put both your hands here.” Amanda says, her voice filled with anger and disgust. She doesn't want to release you, but she has no choice. Nodding, you place both hands on her tablet. You watch as the screen reads all your ten fingerprints, and your picture appears on the top. Then, a green X covers it, blinking, and then everything is gone. And now, with your hand still on it, the screen shows up a few dots, and the word ‘searching’. “It's done, Havoc. But don't you ever come back under my jurisdiction again... I won't give you any other chance. Even if another Kryptonian comes from the sky demanding for it.”

“(Y/N).” you simply say, stepping back until you're by Bruce's side.

“Of course.” She mutters. “Well, I believe this is it. Mr. Wayne, I believe we're done here.”

“You may now kiss the bride, Wayne.” A man says, and two others laugh with him. You sink a little, stepping back, letting Bruce's shoulder hide you.

“You won't get an invitation Mr. Rochford, but I'm sure you'll know about it on the news,” Bruce says and the men immediately shut up. “I must ask you to leave now. Our business is over. For good.”

“I wish you luck, Mr. Wayne.” Amanda Waller reaches out her hand and Bruce shakes it.

You stand there, watching them leave. It's ridiculous, but you feel like your chains are falling off. All the terror, the infinite days and neverending nights in that hell are over. You still don't like thinking about it, and remembering is painful, but you're glad that's what it is now: a memory. A distant, faded memory. Some scars will accompany you for the rest of your life, even though Bruce has you under some esthetic treatments to get rid of most of them. But you're ok with that, with the ones that will stick around. They'll be a different kind of badge now, a prove that you crawled out of that nightmare, and despite needing a little push, you did some of the work too.

“Why are you crying, my love?” Bruce asks when he comes back, but you haven't noticed the tears rolling down.

“It's nothing, I just... I'm happy. Truly, wholeheartedly happy, I...” He pulls you into his arms, holding you tight. “I love you so damn much, Bruce, but... I guess I love me too. Who I am now, who I want to become.”

“Whatever happens now, (Y/N), it's up to us. To you. You can make your own decisions, and I'll be here to support you.”

“I know, babe.” Pulling away, you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Life starts now, and... I want you in it.”

“Me too, sweetheart. That's why I had no trouble sighing that contract.” His eyes get darker, and you furrow your eyebrows.

“What is it, Bruce?” He's dead serious, bouncing you up to have a better grip.

“Marry me.”

Your heart stops, as the answer slides down your tongue. Enough with the nightmares. This life is way better than any dream you couldbever have.

×

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[petertingle-yipyip]

Why - Sweet Pea

//Absolutely not requested. I was half lucid listening to Shawn Mendes when this happened. Be nice.//

//Tags: @lover2448​ @chipster-21​ @southsidearchive​ // Warnings: Suggestive content, mild language, angst//

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 2, 013

Summary: Y/N and Sweet Pea have a complicated relationship that doesn’t make sense to either of them. Y/N just wants to know Why.

Your nails down his back. His grip on your hips. Your legs hooked around his waist. His hips rolling against yours. Your pleas and cries, whining his name. His moans and pants, mumbling how much he wanted you.

“Hello?” Jughead sighed, waving his hand in front of your face. “Y/N? You there?”

You snapped from your daze, tearing your eyes from the pool table. You didn’t know why you couldn’t look away from him, why you couldn’t stop thinking of him. You had wanted him since you first met him, and you got him. For one night, he was yours. He was putty in your hand, eager to make it last. But now… Now it was like he never met you.

“Sorry.” You nodded, focusing on your friend that was sitting on a bar stool next to you. “What were you saying?”

“You were staring again.”

“I was not.”

“Just tell him something and get it over with.”

“He’s gonna act like he just met me because he does that every time.” You rolled your eyes, turning your body to face Jughead. “It’s not worth it.”

“Toni!” Sweet Pea said, his words slurred slightly as he approached the bar. “Two more, yeah?”

“Almost sounds like you had enough.” You commented into your drink with an eye roll.

Sweet Pea was a lot of things. You had come to understand that. He was brooding, dangerous, intimidating, bold, smart, and incredibly sexy. But he was also a boy, which meant he was demanding and rude. Despite it all, you wanted him. Your body craved his, to be pinned beneath his weight as he kissed down your neck to your chest. You wanted to watch as his lips travelled lower… And lower…

“Do I know you?” He answered with a drunken laugh.

“Nope.” You said with finality, your lips making the ‘p’ pop. “Let’s keep it that way, yeah?”

You stood from your seat, grabbing your jacket from the countertop. You quickly put it on as Sweet Pea continued to try to convince Toni to give him more beers. You shook your head in disappointment, disappointed that you had allowed yourself to give in to him. Disappointed that you thought it meant something to him. Disappointed that you knew you’d do it again.

You left the bar, walking down the familiar roads to Sunnyside. You let your mind wander, drifting to the one place that it never left. Sweet Pea.

Before you knew it, you were in your own bed. You were changed, under the covers, and ready to go to sleep when your phone rang. There was no name on the contact, just a snake emoji.

“Do I know you?” You repeated his question from earlier that night.

“That’s not what you were saying last night.” He teased.

“You’re drunk, Sweet Pea.” You sighed.

“I am not.”

“What do you want?”

“You.”

“No, you don’t.” You countered. “You want someone that you don’t have to commit to. You want someone you can call and not have feelings for. Do you even know my name?”

“Y/N.” He said clearly, as if his slurred speech earlier was an act. “You’re Y/N.”

“You wouldn’t know it if you were sober, would you?” His silence was the only answer you needed. “You’re still drunk. Bye.”

The next day at school, you tried to act normal. But the night before, that conversation with Sweet Pea haunted your dreams. Everywhere you turned, he was there. Saying your name, leaning in closer and closer until his lips ghosted yours.

“Why do you put each other through hell?” Fangs asked, leaning on the lockers near yours. You closed the door partially to see his face. “Just tell him you like him!”

“He acts like he doesn’t know me, Fangs.” You told your friend. “Why bother?”

“Because he’s an idiot and doesn’t know how to talk to people!”

“No one will break first.” You shrugged. “He wants to pretend he doesn’t know me? That’s fine. He doesn’t want to acknowledge my existence? Whatever.”

“Why can’t you just get over yourselves?” He groaned.

“Ask him yourself.” You winked before slamming your locker shut and turning down the opposite way. It wasn’t even the way towards your class, but it was away from Sweet Pea.

Later that day, you found your friends in the student lounge. Jughead, Fangs, and Toni were seated together, laughing about something. You happily joined them, easily falling into their conversation. You sat on the couch next to Fangs, and you were so caught up in your laughter, you hadn’t noticed Sweet Pea sit next to you.

He was silent, just listening to you talk. He noted the concealer on your throat, covering the marks he knew he left. He glanced down at your hands, your perfectly manicured blue nails. He remembered how it felt when you ran them down his back and chest, the way they dug into his arm. He remembered your fingers tugging on his hair, your head thrown back to expose your neck. The whole night was burned into his memory, a night he never wanted to forget.

Sweet Pea wanted to be with you again. He wanted to spend another night with you, offering you pleasure so he could hear his name fall from your lips. So he could hear you beg and plead for him. He just wanted you. But you never spoke to him in public, acted as if you two didn’t know each other. He figured two could play that game.

“So, Y/N.” Toni looked at you with a devilish look. “Why are you still single?”

“Oh, jeez. Really?” You laughed.

“Yes, really.” Fangs joined in.

“I know this boy, but he’s like a curse.” You began explaining carefully. You had to stay vague, vague enough that she wouldn’t know who you meant but detailed enough that she’d be satisfied. “He’s everything a girl wants, and everything a girl doesn’t. He’s tall and sexy and hot as hell. But he’s also kind of a dick.”

“So why do you like him?” Jughead scoffed in amusement. Jughead and Fangs were the only ones who knew of your interest in Sweet Pea. They knew you were attracted to him, figured you only wanted him in the physical sense, and not the romantic sense. That’s what you thought too, until you finally got him.

After that night with Sweet Pea, you wanted more from. And not just sex. You wanted to wake up next to him. You wanted to call him just to hear his voice. You wanted to stay up late messaging him. You wanted late night rides with him. You wanted to go to dinner with him and make him laugh. You wanted to be with him, more than just physically. But knowing Sweet Pea, and the way he acted towards you, there was no chance that would happen. So, you tried to get him out of your head.

“I tried finding someone new.” You defended. “For so many nights… They don’t mean anything compared to him.”

“So, what?” Toni pressed. “Is he a Serpent or a Bulldog? Please tell me he isn’t a Ghoulie.”

“He’s definitely not a Ghoulie.” You laughed. “It doesn’t matter what he is, honestly. If you ask him, he doesn’t know who I am.”

“Maybe he’s not worth it then.” Toni said gently.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Days passed before you heard from Sweet Pea again. He didn’t call or text or acknowledge your presence anywhere. He showed up at your trailer at two in the morning. You were still up working on your lines for the play Kevin roped you into when he knocked. You opened the door without looking, still reading over your script. When you finished the scene, you looked up and saw him standing in your living room.

“What are you doing here?” You asked simply.

“I wanted to see you.” He shrugged.

“You see me at school and at the Wyrm. I don’t need you coming to my place whenever you want someone to suck yo-”

“It’s not about sex, Y/N.” He cut you off.

“Excuse me?” You laughed. “It’s only about sex with you. You don’t give a damn about me or what I want. That much you’ve made perfectly clear.”

“What do you want?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not gonna say it cause you’ll just brush it off.” You snapped. “You don’t care! You’re gonna act like it means nothing at all.”

“It means something to me.” He said softly.

“You’re lying.” You laughed nervously. “I can’t tell you what I really want because you’re going to laugh in my face.”

“Y/N, I wasn’t re-”

“You’re gonna say you weren’t ready? You weren’t ready!?” You said loudly, throwing your hands to the side in a grand gesture. “That makes everything better, right? Cause you weren’t ready.” You laughed in disbelief. “You think you can come here and say you weren’t ready to commit to anything and that’ll make it okay? All that means is that you just wanted sex and you knew I’d give it to you.”

You paused, waiting for his response. You threw your script onto your coffee table and crossed your arms. He didn’t say anything, just wiped his face in frustration. Sweet Pea had come to tell you that he wasn’t ready to commit because he was afraid, afraid that he would get hurt again. When Josie left, it hurt Sweet Pea more than he showed. He knew he was in the wrong for using you the other night. But that was the only way that he could act on what he wanted and be okay after.

You wanted to push him away, to shove him out of your trailer and out of your life. You wanted to forget that Sweet Pea ever existed in your life, turn into complete strangers. But your heart wouldn’t let you do that. You cursed yourself for having such a soft heart. You figured this was the only chance you had to let him know what was really weighing on your mind, so you let yourself say all of it.

“You want to know the worst part?” You said with a shake of your head. “I would’ve slept with you again. I would’ve let it happen again and again. Want to know why? I’ll tell you anyways. Because I wanted you, Sweet Pea. I wanted to be with you but you pretend like you don’t know who I am. You pretend like we haven’t known each other for years.”

“Can I say something now?” He said finally.

“So you do know how to talk!” You said sarcastically. “By all means, go ahead.”

“What I did wasn’t right. I didn’t go about it the right way, and for that I’m sorry.” He began honestly. You weren’t convinced he was being honest, but coming to you in the middle night had to mean something. “I know you’re pissed and I know that you don’t care what I have to say right now. But I need to say it.”

“So say it and go.” You shrugged in defeat.

“The other night… The sex, it was the only way I could have you without having you. I didn’t think I was ready to commit to you and you deserve commitment. After Josie left, I was hurt. But you were there, checking on me and it really meant a lot to me.”

“You sure didn’t show it.”

“Yeah… I was wrong, Y/N.”

“When people ask about us, about why we treat each other the way that we do… You just brush it off. You act like I mean nothing at all.” You said softly. “If I’m what you want, why?”

“I thought if I pretended I didn’t care, eventually I wouldn’t.”

“You really hurt me, Sweet Pea.”

“I know and I’m s-”

“You’re sorry, I know.” You interrupted. “But it’s just not fair to ignore me until you need something… I’m sorry, but you need to go.”

[addictofsupernatural]

Emotions (pt. 11)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy tries to talk to y/n, but is stopped by everybody.

Word Count: 1202

Chapter 1 • Chp. Masterlist • Chapter 12

Billy had it planned out. He would see you in biology, and pull you out of class to apologize. He'd do his best to be his sweetest with you during class, and the two of you could sneak off to your spot on the bleachers before any girls could annoy him. He'd tell you how much you mean to him, and you could forgive him. Hopefully.

He looked in the mirror, and made sure his hair was perfect. He put on his faded red t-shirt and the leather jacket he knew you loved so much. He slipped on his skinny jeans and took a deep breath. He could do this. You loved each other, and the two of you were meant to be. Of course he could do this.

Before Billy went to school, he stopped by a liquor store and bought some hostess cupcakes for you. When he did get to school, he waited for what felt like an eternity for fourth period to come. When it did come, he sat in his seat and waited impatiently for you to walk through those doors.

Billy felt his heart sink when the bell rang and you still didn't come. Girls were trying to get close to him, but he snapped at them to back off. The bell rang again and the period ended, and Billy buried his face in his hands. Almost everyone was out of the classroom for lunch when he saw that one guy, your friend, walk into class and ask for the homework. "Hey!" Billy shot up and walked over to Jonathan. "You're one of y/n's friends."

"Um, yeah. Can I help you man?"

"She's not at school is she?" Jonathan shook his head, and Billy frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair. "How bad did I hurt her?"

"Pretty bad. She, um, feels like a monster right now."

Billy looked down and let out a huff. "Shit! It's all my fault." He then looked at Jonathan. "How did you react to all that?"

"Um, it was my mom who believed in it first." Jonathan explained. "I didn't believe her; I was convinced that my little brother had drowned and died. But a bunch of stuff happened and it was really scary, but then we got him back and we all thought El and Five were dead. We later found out that Hopper was taking care of them, and kept it a secret to protect them from the people who wanted them back in their lab. After I soaked it all in I just sort of felt really bad for Five and Eleven."

Billy nodded. "Do you think she'll forgive me?" He asked.

"I don't know man, maybe? I can actually tell you mean it, even though I don't really like you right now. No offense."

"I know. I deserve it."

"She'd probably tell you mean it too. You know she's the most understanding from her family. Which reminds me, I'd stay away from El if I were you."

"El? Why?"

"Y/n's the more understanding one, but El is the protective one."

Billy could hear the warning in his words. "What's El's powers?"

"She can move things with her mind." He said. "I can honestly understand your point from all of this, and it's nice to see you come around so quickly, but you're gonna have to go through everyone else if you wanna speak to her."

Billy nodded, and gave Jonathan the hostess cupcakes. "Give this to her for me. Please." And with that he walked out of the class.

After school Jonathan drove over to your house, giving you your homework. He checked to make sure Hopper wasn't looking before sitting on the bed and handing you the cupcakes.

"Billy told me to give these to you." You picked up the pack of cupcakes in silence, a small smile forming on your face. That smile slowly faded though. "He really does feel bad for how he acted."

You looked down. "He shouldn't be dragged back into my problems. It's not right. It's better this way."

Jonathan nodded and left. Hopper came into your room to check up on you. "Where'd you get the hostess?" He asked.

"Jonathan got them for me. He remembered." Your voice became quiet. He nodded contently and walked away. You opened the wrapper and ate the cupcakes slowly, thinking about Billy. You wondered if this would really be best for him.

The next morning Billy got up early and drove to your house. He knocked on the door, and Hopper answered. "You." Hopper said, wide eyed.

"Sir–"

"Wait right here." He slammed the door shut, coming back a second later with a bat, closing the door behind him. "Okay, now I'm ready!"

Billy backed up and stuck his hands out to avoid getting hit. "Sir, put the bat down. Just listen."

"I can use the bat to listen." He kept walking towards him.

"I–I'm sorry."

"You're damn right you are!"

"Sir, I'm still just 17."

"And I'm the sheriff!"

Hopper raised up his bat, but Billy quickly asked, "If you were me, how would've you reacted?!"

Hopper paused, and put the bat down slowly. He would've freaked out, and probably would've ran to Joyce. "Damnit kid, I don't know how you got me to like you, but I do."

Billy let out a sigh. "Can I see her?"

Hopper scratched the back of his head. "She doesn't wanna see you. She thinks it's better if she stays away from you. Says it's for your own good."

Billy shook his head. "No no no no, that's not true! It's fine, I don't care about whatever crap she has with her. I'm fine! Just please, let me see her."

Hopper sighed and nodded, turning around to see El glaring from the doorway. "Billy."

Hopper carefully walked over to her. "El, listen–" She had Hopper be pushed to the side of the porch, and kept him pinned there. "El!"

Billy was now scared. He thought about how it can be used the wrong way, but didn't actually expect it to be used like this. "Sunshine, please–"

"Mouth breather!" El screamed. The trees were beginning to shake roughly and, though nothing was there, Billy felt like he just got punched and fell to the ground.

"Eleven, I'm sorry!"

"You hurt my sister!" She stood right above of him.

"El, stop!" You yelled as you came out of the house.

She turned around and looked at you. "No! He's a bad guy! Mouth breather!"

"No he's not El! Stop it."

"No!" Eleven flung you back, put you quickly regained your footing.

"Calm down!" You screamed. She stumbled, feeling your power, but didn't back down. She kept pushing you against the house, but you still tried everything in your power to make her relax. "Calm down!"

Soon she collapsed, and you felt your body go limp.

When you woke up, you felt warm and cozy. You unconsciously snuggled into something that smelled really good.

"You're awake." Billy said. You immediately pushed him away and sat up. You stared at him, wide-eyed, and looked down in shame. "Don't tell me your shy again?" He teasingly asked.

"Why did you come here?" You asked quietly.

"To talk to you." He brushed some hair away from your face. "To say sorry."

"Don't. It's better for you if we keep are distance. You shouldn't be dragged into my problems, that's not fair on you."

"Shouldn't I decide that?" He got closer to you for a kiss, but you moved your face. This time there was no playful manner in doing so. "If you really think that you shouldn't be with anyone, then I guess I'll have to change your mind over time."

"Why are you making this harder?"

"If it feels hard, then it means you still have feelings for me." You kept your head low, and Billy reached over to kiss your cheek. "I'll see you at school tomorrow."

And with that he left. You laid back down and pushed your face into your pillow, wondering what to do.

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Author Note: kinda short sorry :/

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[bisexualcacti]

Summary: you meet up with probably the most random group of people you've seen together to plan the next move of your thrilling investigation, and in the process, have a little talk with an old friend

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2059

A/N: the whole Steve and Nancy subplot this season was so uncomfortable to watch but I believe in my girl, she won't cheat on Jonathan. Also I saw a Ronance tiktok the other day and now I can’t stop thinking about how You Belong with Me fits Robin so much in this.

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PART 3 - HOUNDS OF LOVE

“You’re all crazy,”

“We’re not crazy, would you please listen to us?” Steve insists.

“Nah, you’re all fucking delusional," a hysterical cackle escapes your lips. "Is this a joke? Are you joking with me? ‘Cause if you are it’s really not funny guys,” you say, as you stand up from the picnic table and start to pace. Yeah, as if you’ll believe the total bull this bunch is trying to sell you.

“Y/N, just stop for a second and hear us out,” Nancy is the one to speak this time.

“Really? The inside out­–”

“Upside Down." the kid, Dustin, corrects.

“That the best you could come up with? Yeah, really hilarious, alright, you can drop the act now–”

“Who even is she?” he whispers to Max

“Just– give me a sec with her, okay?” Robin intercedes, addressing Steve.

“Come on, Robin. You can’t tell me you believe all this crap?” you question her. She just looks at you, a sympathetic smile on her face. “…Robin?”

“Come on,” she says softly. You hesitate but nod your head and follow her away from the group.

Once you're a safe distance from them, you turn to her “Robin, what the hell?”

“I– I know it’s hard to believe okay but, they aren’t lying. And… I know ‘cause… I’ve– I’ve seen the things they’ve seen. All of it, the demogorgons, the Mind Flayer, what happened at the mall, all of it it’s true, Y/N. I was– I was there,” she says, and you gotta give it to her, this is the most serious Robin has looked since… ever, you think.

Apparently, your talk has brought some sort of buried memories or feelings, because the moment you focus back on her she is there, but also, she isn’t, a faraway look on her face.

You sigh, “Fuck, you’re serious, aren’t you?”

“It took me a while to process it too. Well, that and some hands-on experience, but I swear to you I’m being entirely truthful,”

You’re quiet for a bit before answering, “I– I believe you, I think,” she nods rapidly a few times, as if encouraged by that, “You… you never told me about any of this;”

The look she gives you next is a mixture of sadness, bitterness, and regret, “Well, it’s not as if we talked,” she responds, shrugging her shoulders but avoiding your eyes, stare fixed to the ground.

“Yeah but– I don’t know,” you ran your fingers through your hair, exasperated, “What you’re saying… fuck… you could’ve died at that mall Robin”

That apparently touches a nerve, making her snap at you. Her eyes shoot from the ground to bore into yours, eyebrows furrowed and fists curled at her side, “Would it really have mattered to you anyway?”

“Robin, of course it–”

“It is very apparent to me that I was already dead to you long before that, Y/N,” her arms crossed defensively.

“That is not true!” you said outraged.

“Is it not!?” this time, she glared at you, “Hmm, let me think, ditching me out of nowhere with no explanation, pretending I don’t fucking exist even though I’m right there, ignoring me every single chance you got and replacing me and every single aspect that was ours in your life for something new!? Seems pretty fucking dead to me, Y/N!”

“It’s– it wasn’t like that, okay? I never meant to hurt you–”

“But you did, okay? You fucking did,”

“I–” you bit your lip, trying to hold back tears as the weight of guilt settled on your chest, “I know,”

Robin’s anger appeared to dissipate at seeing you like that, and what was left was even worse. Dejection. She looked away, shoulders slumped, and when she looked back again, your heart broke. She was on the verge of crying, trying to breathe in order not to, “I just– I just don’t get what I did wrong? I– I know I’m weird, okay? I’ve been told that my whole life, but I thought,” she swallowed roughly through the lump in her throat, looking at the ground, face red, embarrassed “I thought you liked that about me, I thought that wasn’t a problem with you. So, what then? What was it? Where did a fuck up so royally that you felt so disgusted by me you had to pretend, I didn’t even exist,” her voice cracks at the end, and God, you’ve never wanted to hug Robin more in your life than right now.

Closing the distance between you two, you stood right in front of her. You weren’t aware Robin felt this way. Of course, you knew she was angry at you, but it never crossed your mind that she could’ve blamed herself for what happened. Determined to prove her wrong, you went to grab her arms to catch her attention, but it occurred to you that you and Robin haven’t touched in years, so you hesitated, arms hovering over hers before dropping to your sides, “Rob, I need you to look at me and I need you to listen to what I say very carefully,” the use of the nickname caught her off guard and once you were sure she was paying attention to you, you went on, “Nothing, and I mean, nothing, was ever your fault okay? You– you had nothing to do with– with my decision,”

“Then why? Why did you stop being my friend?” she’s pleading to you at this point.

“I– I can’t tell you,”

She is frustrated, you can see it in her face. She wants to keep asking, she wants answers, but you know this conversation has also exhausted her. She stares at you for a while and then lets out a crestfallen sigh, but quickly enough, points her finger to you and glares, “We aren’t done talking about this, alright?”

“Yeah, fine,”

You know that if you ever want you and Robin to go back to what you were, you’ll need to address the elephant in the room, but now it’s not the time to do that. Expelling a deep breath, you get up to head back to the picnic, giving Robin some time to collect herself, although before you can get too far ahead you hear her speak up, “I’m– I’m glad we’re talking again, at least… moron,” a tiny smile adorns her face, and fuck if she isn’t the most adorable person in the world.

Your heart squeezes in your chest, yearning, as you return the smile, “Me too, dumbass,”

When you approach the table, they all pretend like they weren’t straining their ears to try to eavesdrop on your conversation, “So, um, you know Robin?” Dustin asks. All pretense dropped, they all turn to look at you simultaneously, four pairs of eyes trained on you like hawks to their prey.

“We… sorta know each other. From middle school,” you clear your throat awkwardly.

“Is she coming?” Steve questions this time, trying to play off his concern.

“Yeah, she– she just needed some fresh air,”

Sensing the tension in the air, Dustin claps his hands together enthusiastically, “Alright! So where were we?”

Nancy squeezes her eyes closed, blinking and getting back to the topic “Um, yeah, right. You were saying that this thing that killed Fred and Chrissy, it’s from the Upside Down?”

“If the shoe fits,” Steve responds.

Dustin proceeds to explain, “Our working theory is that he attacks with a spell or… a curse? Now, whether or not he’s doing the bidding of the Mind Flayer or just loves killing teens, we don’t know.”

“All we know is that this is something different. Something new,” Max says.

Nancy shakes her head at that, “Doesn’t make sense,”

“It’s only a theory,”

“No,” she continues, “Fred and Chrissy don’t make sense. I mean, why them?”

“Maybe they were in the wrong place?” you propose, “They were both in the game…”

“And near the trailer park,” Max adds to your hypothesis.

“We’re at the trailer park,” Steve states, worry creeping into his expression, “Uh, should we maybe not be here?”

You kinda wanna laugh at that, but try to keep yourself focused, “There is something about this place,” confirms Nancy to your side, “Fred started acting weird the second we got here,”

“She’s right, little dude seemed upset,” you say.

Dustin jumps at that, “Max said Chrissy was upset too,”

“Yeah, but not here. She was crying in the bathroom at school,”

“God, Chrissy…” how come you never realized she wasn’t alright? Maybe… maybe you could’ve helped her.

“Serial killers stalk their prey before they attack, right?” asks Robin joining the conversation. When she sits beside you at the picnic table, her leg brushes yours and you feel your cheeks warm, “So, maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman–”

“Vecna,” Dustin corrects annoyed.

“Dunno about you guys but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone,” suggests Steve.

“Maybe they did,” a look of realization washes over Max like she just puzzled something out, “I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster you… you wouldn’t go to the police, they’d never believe you. But you might go to your–”

“Your shrink,” said Robin, finishing Max’s sentence.

She nods at her in affirmation, and under that consensus, the bunch of you head to pay a visit to Max’s therapist, although before you could all make your way, Steve noticed Nancy going off on her own.

“Whoa, whoa, Nance. Nance! Nance, where are you going?”

“Oh, there’s just something I wanna check on first,” Oooh, you know what she’s referring to.

“Hey! I’m going with you,” you said as you lightly jogged to where she was. She looked puzzled as to why’d you’d want to hang out with her, but as much as you liked the others, Nancy was probably the person you were the closest to right now. Apart from Robin, of course, but things were… a little rocky there.

“Something you maybe wanna share with the rest of us?” Dustin prodded.

“We don’t wanna waste your time. It’s a real shot in the dark,” she assured

“Yeah, okay. Are you two out of your mind? Flying solo with this Vecna on the loose? No, it’s too dangerous. You need– you need someone to– Here, I’ll stick with Nance,” you tried to hide your laughter at Steve’s odd behavior as he threw his car keys to Robin. Hey, at least you weren’t the only one with unresolved feelings, “You guys take the car, check out the shrink,”

“I don’t think you want me driving your car,” she cautioned. A shiver ran down your spine as you remembered the time you and her stole your mom’s car to go and see some concert out of town. It was a miracle you two were in one piece by the time you got home. The car, you can’t say the same about. That was one busy year of scrubbing every single surface of your house clean every day. You think you even grew a bit of muscle.

“Why?”

“I don’t have a license,”

“How come you don’t have a license?” he asked, incredulous.

“I’m… poor,” she said in the cutest way.

“I can drive,” Max offered.

In a matter of seconds, you saw Steve’s face lose all its color, and his eyes widened as if invaded by war flashbacks, “No, never again, please. Anybody but you. No,” his tone was that of absolute denial. Damn, remind yourself to never catch a ride with Max. Dustin was about to say something before Steve already rejected him and by that point Robin got tired.

“All right, okay. This is stupid,” you had to agree with her, it was cute to some degree, but he was making a big deal over nothing, “Us ladies will stick together,” wait, what? “Unless you think we need you to protect us?” wait wait wait wait, what?

Steve looked at her with a deadpan expression, and she only laughed before winking your way and heading to the car, which like, hot, but fuck. Nancy followed and you hurried after her. Too late to pretend you weren’t trying to put some distance between the two of you without making it obvious.

“Be careful!” you heard him shout behind you, and later, his car disappeared in the distance as you apparently were about to have a girls day out… in the public library.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Interlude I | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Interlude II

Robin’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

Eddie’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

[scarlettwitcher]

Geralt or Dean Winchester?

This is definitely a tough one. Both these men served very important roles in my life. I’m just gonna talk about them like as if I know them and we take yearly trips to like Spain because we’re so close.

I “met” Dean Winchester when I was 13. I was a wee baby. I was going through a very tough time in my life where my family split up, I was in and out of therapy, I was in a very bad place, and to pass the time and feel better, I watched supernatural. It was support during the hard times. I felt very connected to Dean because not only was he handsome, but I could understand his pain. Sure, he’s a fictional character and yeah it’s not real but to prepubescent 13 year old me, he was very real. For years, he was my go to man. “Who’s your favorite character?”

“Dean Winchester.”

“If you were stuck in an ele-”

“Dean Winchester.”

“But wh-”

“Dean Winchester.” 

My mom made so much fun of me for it but I didn’t care. He was my best friend through my hardest times. Later on as time went on, I started opening up to other characters, to other fandoms and not only did I realize I could love more than one character, I was welcomed with open arms. I soon moved onto the Marvel fandom and lasted there for a year, then to Star Wars, especially when Rise of Skywalker and the Mandalorian came out. Then, in January, I met Geralt. 

He plays a big part of my life because my fiance at the time, broke up with me. This was the first man I ever truly loved, the first person I was ready to marry, give up everything for. He left me and I was broken. I spent days in bed crying, I wasn’t eating, moving, nothing, One day, I came across the Witcher on netflix and thought I guess I can play this while I lay here. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t watch the whole season on day one. Soon, I scoured the internet for more about him. I searched tumblr with fervor because I need more. Soon, I found the beautiful community that I’m a big part of and even better, I made a really good friend. Soon, instead of crying myself, I focused all my energies into writing. Who did I write about first? Geralt of Rivia. 

I wouldn’t be able to pick one of the two cause they’re just so important to me and I think that’s okay. As a fanfiction writer, everything I write and send out for y’all to see comes from a deep place in my heart. I genuinely love these men as if they were my brothers. So to answer this, both lol. 

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Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge - (Call me if you need anything) @waiting4inspiration​

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC

Warning: Language, sexual innuendo, insecurity

Rating: M

Chapter 2 || Chapter 4

Chapter 3

 “Biiiiiitch...” 

“Bitch,” Cash acknowledged.

“Bitch,” Glenn replied, stunned.

“Bitch, I know, right? What the fuck?”

“Bitch,” Glenn answered. 

“Bitch,” Cash responded in disbelief.

“And bitch he got brothers? Shit, tell him I’m cute, Puerto Rican and a bottom. What’s up?” Sitting up, Glenn ran his fingers through his mess of auburn curls.  

“Bitch, focus! This is not about you, right now.” She rolled her eyes at his smiling face. “I’m sitting here like, no fucking way. I’m being played for real.” Cash pulled her hoodie up over her head to hide her embarrassment. “Do you think he’s serious? That can’t be him. There’s no way fucking way that’s him.” She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a scream. “What the fuck am I doing here? I don’t meet some guy on the internet and hop across an ocean to meet him.”

“Bitch you are living your best life.” Glenn’s smile faded quickly as he looked at his best friend. It was time for her to get that serious BFF talking to that she so desperately needed. “You will meet him and either he looks like that or he doesn’t.”  God, I hope he does, he found himself thinking. He wanted so badly for his friend to end up with someone beautiful and special, just like her. “You already know you’re into this man. When you meet, if it’s him, see where it goes. Shit, you might even get a little. If it’s not him and you still like him – worst-case scenario, ya still might get you some.”

“What if it is him and I don’t like him?”

“Then give him my number, bitch. Oye, Papi..."

"Fuck you, bitch. I love you. Bye,” Cash said before hanging up the phone.   

She sat there for a few more minutes, debated calling Ivar back. After she stared and stared at those pictures, his smile, the one with him with no shirt...how happy he looked with his brothers, how could she not call him back? Holding her breath, she hit his name on her WhatsApp and listened to the chime in her ear.  

Ivar snatched his ringing phone from his brother’s hand and answered the call quickly. “Hello? Cash?”

“Hey. Did you get the pictures?” She closed her eyes dying to ask him what he thought. She wouldn’t do it though. This was going to be a fun vacation and she wasn’t going to have any expectations.  

Putting his earbuds back in his ears, Ivar scrolled back to the photos on his phone to look at her beautiful face and smiled. “I did. Thank you. You have a perfect smile.” He could swear he could hear her blushing through the phone. “I now have a face to go with the voice I dream about.”  

“Ja, hallo?” The man who opened the door was blond, with the soft round face and he was not Ivar. His voice was deeper and a bit stuffier. Judging from the photo she had seen earlier, Cash ventured a safe guess that this was Ivar’s older brother. “Ah…you must be Cash.” He leaned against the door jam, shoving potato chips in his mouth, grinning. 

He inspected her, not long enough to make it creepy or awkward, but he did take the customary 3 seconds that men need to size up a woman. In that short amount of time, Hvitserk approved.  

“Hi. Is Ivar here?” Cash wondered if he could hear her heart pounding in her voice. This was a mistake. She shouldn’t have come. Not on this trip, not to his hotel room. None of it. She should have stayed her ass at home. 

Hvitserk stood at the door, nodding and smirking. She was about as nervous as Ivar was. God, they were cute. He couldn't wait to call Ubbe and Bjorn about this. 

"Can I come in?" She asked unsure why he standing there grinning at her like that.

"Oh, sure. You can take a seat. I have to find him. I will let him know you have arrived." 

She had so many questions. The first being, why was Ivar’s brother there? Was she about to be a MISSING post on Facebook? Was Ivar’s brother the one pretending to be Ivar, even though they sounded nothing alike?  

She took a seat on the couch and waited while the other man stepped out on the balcony. She heard two distinct voices speaking in a different language. She recognized Ivar’s voice right away and her heart skipped a beat.

The cigarette in Ivar’s hand started to shake. What was she doing here? They never made plans on what time they would meet. He still needed time to prepare. He needed to have a few drinks first. “I am not ready to meet her now.” He cut his eyes to try to peek around Hvitserk. “I can’t.” Oh God, what if he forgot how to speak English? Or what if his legs just gave out on him from being nervous?  

And if Hvitserk didn’t wipe that shit-eating grin off of his face he was going to punch him in the throat.

“Well, brother, she’s here and she's pretty cute.” Hvitserk was enjoying the hell out of this. He was so glad he came on this trip. “What are you so afraid of?” Ivar gave his brother a knowing look, then gestured to his legs. “Oh shit. You didn’t tell her?” The giggle that bubbled up from Hvitserk’s throat escaped before he could reign it in. “Ivar!”

Ivar watched as Hvitserk walked away and told Cash that he’d be out in a minute. There was no getting out of it now. He took one last strong pull off of the Marlboro before snuffing out the lit tip. With a deep exhalation of breath, he got to his feet, grabbed his crutches and slowly made his way through the balcony doors.

When he came through the door, he’d had his head down and his long, brown hair framed his face. As he made his way over to her, he straightened up and flung his hair back giving her a good look at him. 

Did her face always hurt this much when she smiled? 

Ivar watched mesmerized as Cash tucked her bottom lip between her teeth in an attempt not to smile. It didn’t work, not with a smile as beautiful and vibrant as hers. It was infectious. As soon as she smiled, he forgot that he was supposed to be embarrassed and he smiled, too.

Those eyes. What shade of blue are they? He has perfect teeth. Are Norwegians usually that tan?  The tight blue Henley shirt he wore did everything to make every muscle in his arms and chest stand out.

It felt like time was standing still.  Those cheekbones, and her lips…fawning chocolate eyes. Her coloring is like honey. That shade of yellow against her skin…and those long, delicate fingers. Oh, God.  

“Yup. Like two puppies. Standing in the middle of the room, staring at each other.” Hvitserk held his phone’s camera out to give a panoramic view. “They still haven’t said a word.” He switched the camera’s view back to himself and looked at his brothers' smiling faces. “He is finally going to get some ass,” Hvitserk said in his native language, laughing as he walked back into his bedroom.

“You’re so tall.” Her voice was as melodic as it was over the phone.

He was almost an entire foot taller than her. “Ja. You are just a little thing.” Ivar smiled shyly, looking down at Cash. There was the voice that she knew. She had drifted to sleep listening to him read to her or sing, so many times. She didn’t know when his voice became a comfort. “Is it okay to hug you?”  

He smelled like Dior Sauvage mixed with a hint of cigarettes. Cash closed her eyes against the warmth of his muscular chest and honestly didn’t want to let him go. She was half hoping he’d kiss her, but when she opened her eyes and looked up at him, he stepped back slightly and motioned toward the couch.  

“I know I just kinda barged in on you. But, there was no way I could take a nap…I was too nervous. I had to meet you in person. I had to know – you know? Part of me was wondering if you were honest about who you really were. I mean, men that look like you, don’t start online relationships with women in other countries. Then go to yet another country to actually meet them. Unless of course, they’re trying to get a Green Card or take all her money or something.” 

Ivar was amazed that she said all of that in one breath. He couldn’t quite understand everything she said, but he enjoyed watching her mouth move as she said it. “I cannot understand everything when you talk so fast.” Rubbing his thick hand across his chin, he kept looking toward the hallway, afraid that his older brother would come out of the room and embarrass him.  

“I’m sorry. I’m just really glad that you turned out to be you.”

“I am, too.” Hvitserk was going to come out of his room at any moment. Ivar could feel it. He was already nervous enough, he couldn’t take the chance of having Hvitserk ruin everything. They had to leave. “Do you maybe want to get some get some dinner now?” He was relieved when she agreed. He wanted time to properly talk to Cash and explain everything, but not with Hvitserk around. “Just give me a second and I will be ready.”

Cash watched him walk out of the room, noticing him limping on crutches, but she still found herself giggling like a schoolgirl. 

So this was Ivar? 

He was real and she was happy.

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