#I only hand out my favorite candy bars so sorry if you don't like them

[amtrak12]

Trick or treat?

Treating! Looks like I have some Midnight Milky Ways for you 🎃

[coleskingdom]

Want Me To Prove It

Will Ospreay x F Reader

Minors DNI NSFW

@midwestmade29

The tension between Will and I could be cut with a knife, the cat and mouse game had been fun, but I had made one snide remark and now I regretted ever saying it. The two of us had toyed with each other for weeks, the innuendos, then he had held a candy bar out of my reach, and the words that now haunted me when I said “ I don’t beg” his eyes flashed at the words, and a new game had begun.

“What do you mean we are sharing a room?” As he handed me a room key. “Why are you so nervous?” as he took my bag off my shoulder grazing my my arm as he did leading us towards the elevator. “ I’m not nervous just irritated, I don’t like sharing “ he stood behind me as he leaned in “Good neither do I” his low whisper felt on my neck I involuntarily shivered at his words.

I walked towards the room using the key to let us in. “ One bed seriously Will it’s one thing for us to be in a room together, but the same bed.” my eyes on his, “You’ve been in my bed before love, are you afraid I’m going to be a bit of naughty boy.” his grin made me weak in the knees. “ You’re not wrong but we’d watch a movie and then I’d go back to my room.” putting my phone down. “ Yeah and what would you do when you’d get back to your room?” his eyes on me, “Sleep Will, I’d go to sleep.” frustration and irritation in my voice, if he’d only knew the things I did and thoughts I had about him. Looking at him now though he looked as if he was reading my mind. “Y/N it’s one night, I’m just giving you a hard time, I’ll be a proper gentleman. I’m just giving you shit. I’m sorry if I took it too far.” his voice softer. “You’re fine, it’s me, I’m stressed and it’s been a rough day. It’s not your fault, I’m going to shower and get ready for bed.” reaching for my bag. “You haven’t eaten all day, I’ll order food, go shower, by the time you’re done. Food will be here and we can watch whatever you want.” he was always looking after me, but to be fair I was always looking after him as well.

I took a long shower psyching myself up that I was perfectly capable of sleeping next to that perfect man without it being an issue. He’s my friend, if I’m honest he’s my person. I put on my shorts and my favorite T-shirt, my hair in a messy bun my stomach in knots.

I opened the door, and there he was shirtless, and in those damn gray sweatpants that left nothing to the imagination. He brought in the food, and set it on the table, turning he sees me staring at him. “See something you want?” leaving the food and walking towards me my back against the wall.

“ I bet I can make you beg” Will’s eyes scanning me, my focus on his lips, where he’s peeking his tongue out a little bit.

“I don’t beg” my voice portraying confidence my body doesn’t feel as he leans in his elbows enclosing me against the wall

“ Want me to prove it then” his words were my undoing as he leans into kiss me, his lips softer than I had imagined. He pulls back slightly to see if he’s misread the situation. I close the last inch parting our lips, teasing his tongue for a second before he seizes control, dominating the moment the way he always does.Tasting, sucking, nipping, devouring me. "You think I'll get right into it, don't you?" he humorously hums in my mouth. "Love.. I haven't even started yet. You've no idea what you're getting into with me. I'll make you beg for more even while you're coming undone.”He nudges my chin with his nose, hot lips latching onto the delicate skin of my throat, sucking, pecking, biting between words. My mind focuses on him, every sense starved for his words and touch..

“Will, please" my eyes find his, “Please what? Tell me and I’ll give you what you need.”his mouth on my neck still, “ I want you, I need you, I b….” His hands move so fast that I’m naked and on the bed with him over me my hands on the waist band of the sweatpants tugging them down , he manages to kick them the rest of the way off.

"What do you taste like?" he muses.The question isn't aimed at me. More like he's voicing his own thoughts, twirling his tongue over my pebbled nipple. He toys the other between his fingers, pinching, rolling, and driving me wild.

Satisfied with my hips arching off the mattress, pleading for more, he grips my thighs, pushes my legs back, then rests my ankles over his shoulders. The first tiny kiss to my mound forces the air from my lungs.

"You're trouble," I sigh. "Stop teasing." “Teasing is the best part, sweet girl”

Spreading me with his thumbs, he licks me slowly, bottom to top, dragging the flat of his tongue up and over my clit. And then he sucks. Hard. The move lights up my body and my thighs quiver in time with a surprised gasp.”You taste like mine." I grasp his hair, forcing him back down, and feel him smile against me.

"Greedy... needy... pretty little thing." He punctuates every word with a thorough lick, and then... the show begins.

"Oh my," I mewl, fisting his hair.

"Will.” He doesn't respond with words.Instead, he slides one finger inside, timing the thrusts with the flicks of his tongue. He doesn't let me come when the orgasm looms close by. He eases off, kissing and biting my inner thigh as his hands knead my hips. He does it again but this time “ Sweet girl look at me, tell me how much you want to come.” eyes. “ Will please let me come.”His head drops down, torturing my clit with his tongue. I'm so ready for the orgasm it's mere seconds before it hits. I'm vaguely aware I've clamped my thighs around his head, holding him hostage as he licks me through the release.

"I've got you, love."He's suddenly closer, higher, his arms flush to my sides. He kisses me as in one long, slow thrust almost has me coming again. He drives himself home, letting out a low growl that forces my body into high alert.

"Fuck," he breathes, pressing his lips to my forehead. "So wet. So tight... so fucking mine.”His movements are slow, caring,tender. So slow so thorough that I feel every inch of him. His grip on my waist is nothing short of possessive. His thrusts calculated to drive me crazy. His light eyes filled with emotion, the pace is not frantic or mindless. Like with everything he does it builds to the moment every nibbling, biting kiss, every time he sinks into me, every push meticulous...as I come hard, tears fall from my eyes as I understand everything so clearly. Not changing the pace one bit as he drives himself home over again. The weight of his big body pinning me to the mattress magnifies how erotic this feels. How close we are. I feel him come inside me, the groan the restraint, the little moan as he buries his head in the crook of my neck.

My arms wraparound him keeping him there, for this moment it all makes perfect sense. I’m afraid of what I’ll see when the moment is over. “Darling“as he turns his head into the side of my neck. “Yeah” my words not knowing what’s coming next. He rolls off of me , laying on his side, “ hey look at me, you don’t get to hide from me. If we need to talk let’s talk.” His hand brushing my cheek “ what if? “ I began “ What if what?” his tone gentle “ What if all of this just made perfect fucking sense, and I don’t know if I can go back to how we were before?” I hear him let out his breath as I close my eyes realizing the absolute truth and vulnerability in my words. “Darling please open your eyes. Look at me, I don’t want to go back.”

[saltyr3mix]

ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD: Winnie HCs?

BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU

Ok- so ok- I'm excited I'm gona go off prompt a bit because he's my second favorite character in the show and it's wonderful.

One thing I'd like to state for the record, in most of my aus he's actually a good guy. Or a good man in a bad situation. There are a few exceptions. Yluid Winnie is definitely not a protagonist and he's probably committed a lot of violence in the hero au- and you know what!

Because my Winnie head cannons change depending on the au I'm just going to talk about all my different versions of him!

To learn from the tragedies: what? He's in that au!? Yes<3. Not until book two but he comes into play. Sara basically has to build this like full out summoning circle and bam! They have Carlos back on their side. But not fully. I haven't decided where he lies in terms of memories yet but I know he's going to be a pain to everyone no matter who's side he's on.

Shattered dreams: SD LORE IN 2024!??! yes. Sd!Winnie is so special to me guys he commits unethical sciences, he falls from the celling, he tears out peoples worst insecurities, he hates him self, he has the largest ego, he's just a guy, he's the biggest threat these guys have ever faced, he'll try to be nice to one set of kids but the second they get out of hand give up trying. He's so- just imperfect. If I were to have finished the fic he would have eventually been swayed over, likely for a silly and dumb reason but ends being a super valuable ally in the final battle and what not.

Swap au: NOT the shuffle au, the skating in silence one. It's never mentioned but in that au Carlos takes the place of alison. I find this to be the funny thing known to man. Imagine, your savior, your light as your dying,the one who's guarding and protecting souls with an incomprehensible power. AND ITS CARLOS NICHOLSON. even funnier if wiatts the main protagonist and nearly died only to have his grandfather next to him like "get up kid! We still have work to do! I didn't raise you to die you idiot! Are you going to save your Twink or not?!!" Idk I find it just- harious I'm sorry -

I will make them create my world: he's uh- he's the Brights royal advisor of War. (Did I do this just so I could make Owen a general......no- shut up- don't look at my other hyper fixation)

Buried masks: ohhhh this one's fun. Uhm. You'll see him around. He's a doctor in this au. Really good friends with Litho, they like go golfing together. Knows the main cast pretty well. Buddies with Eric, teases founder trio and wiatt, gives the kids 15 dollar gift cards on their birthdays and has the best Halloween candy, he always gets full sized candy bars. Uhmmm yep. And he doesn't do anything morally wrong or questionable at all ever. Nope why would you say that about him. Accusing him of horrifically preforming inhumane procedures on kids in order to save his grandson?!? Pfff- what- ha! Never...... Don't ask where the supplies keeps going.

Superhero au: haven't fully developed him yet, he's a retired villain. Rich and has beef with Damien. (Everyone has beef with Damien in this au.) Probably the owner of whatever company Wiatt works for and is sort of in the background that people go to for funding or just to reference past villains. i think his powers had something to do with cameras. haven't entirely decided because it hasn't come up yet.

Steven Universe au: Hesssssssssss participating in evil experiments again. Hes Saras pearl but also just, actually enjoys the messed-up sciences and doing the test and experiments. he likes being her assistant. he likes the power that comes with it. he just helps her with the smaller finer details on her works and so, Acrimony's and Damien have a lot of trauma form in. He probably played a role in some of the triplet's issues as well just from being mean. but overall he's just sort of a threat to get around.

Super-Secret Oc Au/ Mine and Dangers au: So consider chat, Carlos Nicholson and Carly Gale forming a toxic, slightly dependent relationship after a lot of stuff goes down. Did Winnie kill her loved ones and then....not tell the truth about it? yes. Did he also by accident end up providing her comfort and helped her grieve though it? yes. he tried to help her. she just.....kept asking questions in the wrong direction and now their both upset because Winnie was finally able to have someone not hates him and understand that his hand is being forced here. Anyway, Carly stole his house and now lives in the abandoned arcade building and uses Winnie to help get information on how to handle the dreamworld situation. (The only reason Carly isn't Dead is because Vivian is instead) Winnies relationship with Norman in this au is also fantastic and deserves a shout out, i nearly wrote out a one-shot scene from this au about Norman and Morris and angst between them but it ended up spiraling into Norman and Winnie Nonsense and then i didn't want to write the original idea anymore because they were too silly. AND HIM AND DOT. OH BOY I DONT KNOW IF I WANT TO GET INTO THAT RIGHT NOW BECUASE THATS ITS WHOLE THING AND YEAH. I'll let Theater explain that one if you're curious. You'll live until i die, and other canon typical one shots: i try to follow canon for these but i think i make him ever so slightly meaner, but not in a...like evil way? more in a game host or like a dramatic way. he uses more insults than actions. but is also just not able to be taken seriously at points. One of my favorite times ive ever written him is a scene in YLUID between just him and ben and he has one single piece of information he needs, but physically cannot help himself from being as cryptic and threating as possible to the point it nearly completely backfires and the thing hes trying not reveal gets revealed. the best way i can describe this interaction is Winnie rolling three nat ones in a row while trying to have a conversation and its hilarious. Also in that au he does actually get defeated and beat up! he is so pathetic <3

Anyway, i think that's Winnie. that's my guy! i have a key chain of him and a friend....Void, who was the asker of this wonderful comment. Painted him for me that i have hung up in my room because i think he is one of the funniest failures of all time and he has a special place in my heart for that.

[timeslugarts]

Lmao sorry got excited! Like the Vox x Reader x Vera except the reader is not normal about them. Like reader is positively overflowing with love for the 2 and have a hard time hiding it

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My dear, I've done it! I had so much fun writing this, I think it's so freaking cute! I hope you enjoy yourself!

VERA X VOX X READER 🎉

A small cw for harassment

Heaven made a mistake when it sent you to Hell. You were everything, soft, kind, and full of compassion. That's why when Vera and Vox found you, they silently agreed they would protect you at all costs.

Vox was busy tonight, doing some sort of promotional for his newest product, so Vera decided that the two of you could use some alone time. She liked parading you around as arm candy, and you had to admit that being doted on by her was always enjoyable. She liked to dress you up, take you someplace fun, and drink and dance until morning came. Vox was always jealous of these little outings, which made you smile, he hated when he missed out on being with his two favorite people.

The bar was dark and a little dingy, ambient music flowed from the speakers as bodies pressed against each other in a rhythmic sway in the middle of the dance floor. You never worried about losing track of your partner in a place like this though, her bright blue flames adding a dreamlike quality to the space around you.

"Come on, there's a drink here that I've been dying to try." She took you gently by the wrist and pulled you through the crowd. Weaving this way and that till you got up to the bartender.

She ordered the drinks as you looked around the dive, Vera always made you chuckle, for someone who always seemed so sophisticated she really liked to hang out in the weirdest places.

"My darling, here you are." Vera smiled, handing you a deliciously purple and shimmery drink. You took a sip, oh boy that was dangerous, it tasted like juice, you couldn't even tell there was alcohol in it. Vera had downed her glass quickly.

"Sweetheart, did you even taste that?" You asked eyebrows raised as you took another sip.

She giggled, "of course I did! Just very quickly." She booped you on the nose.

The bartender had handed her another drink and she drank it just as quickly. You rolled your eyes knowing you'd have to call Vox for a ride home later.

"Hey sweet things, how bout we show you two a good night?" A tall bearded man gestured between him and his friend. They were enormous and made you nervous, maybe not as nervous as you could've.

"I'm not sure how disappointment would be a good night." Vera giggled more, she pulled out her phone looking at it with glee in her eyes.

"Oh come on, don't be that way." The other guy grinned, "what about you sweetheart, you feelin frisky?" He leaned over to put his arm around you, but Vera was faster.

"Don't." She said, her tone becoming very serious, she had grabbed the arm that was reaching for you.

"Let go of me you dumb bitch." The man said, trying to rip his arm away.

Vera only grinned, you knew what was coming next so you closed your eyes quickly. The man burst into flames. Bright blue fire licked up around him as Vera giggled more. You could feel the heat from the fire against your cheeks. It made you smile a bit.

It wasn't until the first man's screaming stopped that you popped your eyes back open. Vera's fire had smoldered down leaving nothing but ash.

The party had gone quiet. The first guy was staring at the two of you with rage in his eyes, "YOU CRAZY BITCH!" He grabbed a bottle on the counter and smashed it pointing the shattered remains your way. You took another sip of your cocktail.

The lights to the bar went dark.

"Uh ohhh," Vera chided, her little flames dancing around. "Our boyfriend's here."

"DO YOU THINK-" The static yelling of Vox could be heard from every speaker in the club. "THAT TOUCHING EITHER OF THEM WOULD BE OK!?"

You took another sip of your drink, but at some point in the night you had finished it, you looked at the bartender and shook your glass. He nodded wide eyed and started to make you another.

The bulbs in the club began to shatter as Vox made his grand appearance. Streaks of blue lightning zipped from all the electronics and converged on one point. That's where Vox stepped from, adjusting his tie and the lapels of his coat. Brushing imaginary dirt from his shoulders. His eyes trailed over to the two of you, Vera waved her fingers and you gave him a wry smile.

He only lifted a brow, "you two can't go anywhere without causing trouble can you?"

"Hey, this was all Vera's fault." You said raising your hands in mock surrender.

"Oh please, you're the one that people can't keep their hands off!" She laughed, running her fingers up your sides tickling you.

"Come on you two, we're going home, someone has to teach you both a lesson." He grinned, running his claws over your cheek and under your jaw. A slight static shock sent shivers down your spine. "As for you," he turned to the other man, his clawed hand palming the gross dude's face. "I better not see you ever again." Vox lifted the guy effortlessly and threw him across the bar. He collided harshly with the brick wall interior.

You smiled up at Vox and he met your gaze with one of his own. "Alright home it is, but what're we gonna do about that one?" You jabbed your thumb at Vera who was now mostly leaning on the bar trying to maybe talk to the bartender? Or still his booze, you weren't sure.

Vox rolled his eyes. He strode over and lifted her up, putting her over his shoulder.

"Come on my dear." He said offering you his arm which you gladly accepted.

The three of you made your way back home, Vera falling asleep on Vox's shoulder as you and him laughed and put bets on how bad her hangover was going to be tomorrow.

You walked into your shared bedroom as Vox lay Vera down on the bed taking her shoes off, you tucked yourself in next to her pulling the sheets up so she was covered. She mumbled something about getting a puppy and wrapped her limbs around you snuggling in close. Vox was last to get in, but he made your little trio complete, his long arms encircling the two of you keeping you warm throughout the night.

Hell might have been one of the weirder places to find a happy little family, but here you three were, sleeping soundly into the night, not a care in the world.

[mod-kyoko]

for the event promp.. might I ask shuichi?

chocolate aphrodisiac ft. shuichi saihara

info: ⚠️nsfw!!, one-shot format, non-despair au, established relationship, reader is dominant and gender neutral, i'm following the prompt exactly lol

a/n: thanks for the request, anon!! i rarely get shuichi requests!

also sorry this took so damn long

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shuichi would never be one to initiate anything, perhaps other than a makeout session, he's too shy. so one day you decided to try something with him. you were at the mall with him earlier, and in a certain store there was an arrangement of candies. you let yourself look around, and your eyes landed on a chocolate bar that was labeled as a 'chocolate aphrodisiac.' it came with a warning, explaining the effects of this so-called aphrodisiac. with a devilish smile, you bought it without shuichi knowing, and the two of you returned home.

here you are now, unwrapping the chocolate bar and breaking it up into pieces. you take the plate out to shuichi, who is waiting for you on the couch, watching his favorite detective show.

"hey babe, i got some chocolate for us," you sit down next to him.

"oh, thanks s/o," he reaches for a piece, but you lift the bowl out of his reach.

"ah ah, there's something special about this chocolate i have to tell you first."

he retracts his hand, furrowing his brows. "what would that be?"

the corners of your lips turn up into a smirk. "this chocolate contains an aphrodisiac," you start, watching his eyes widen. "i want us both to eat some, and then see how long we can go without touching each other."

the blush is already spreading through your partner's face, and you can see he's fighting demons in his head. he averts his eyes, and you start to think you made a mistake. you're about to speak up, when he breaks the silence.

"yeah, okay." he looks you in the eyes now, but his cheeks are still a violent shade of red.

"really?" you smile, watching as he reaches for a piece of chocolate.

"why not?" he says, taking a bite. you feel your own face heating up, and take a piece for yourself. the two of you continue eating the chocolate, while shuichi's show plays on the tv.

once it's all gone, you set the bowl down on the coffee table. shuichi turns and meets your gaze.

"so... how long until the aphrodisiac takes effect?" he asks. you snuggle closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"not sure. i guess that's the fun of it!"

"sure," he replies, turning his head back to the tv. you pick up a book off the table and front of you, and open it to the chapter you're on.

it's not long before you notice shuichi mindlessly tapping his fingers on the arm of the couch. you discreetly look up at him, and notice he's pursing his lips. you return your attention back to your book, suppressing a chuckle. one chapter later, and you feel shuichi's hand on your thigh.

"hey, did you forget about our challenge?" you tease, closing your book. your boyfriend covers his mouth with his hand and averts your gaze.

"i can't touch you sexually, right? what's wrong with my hand on your leg?" he answers shyly.

"well i hope you don't regret it," you reply, tossing your book to the side. your eyes shift to the tv, wondering what's playing. then, you get an idea.

"it's kind of hot," you remark, grabbing at your pants and sliding them down. shuichi stares at you in awe as you settle back into him in only your underwear and shirt. you don't say anything else, instead adjusting your position so that you're now curled up in his lap.

you can feel his hard-on under your ass, and you want to laugh, but you really have no room to talk when you're heating up like this. butterflies are fluttering around in your stomach, and you feel your chest tightening with anticipation. innocently, you adjust yourself every so often, wiggling around in his lap. you don't look at his face, but you can tell how he's reacting because his dick twitches underneath you, and the hand that is rested on your hip clenches.

he tries his best not to look at you, and you do the same, but eventually he relents.

you catch him trying to snake his hand down between your legs, slowly, and grab it.

"giving in so readily, huh?" you smirk, and he takes the opportunity to pinch your thigh, drawing out a gasp from you.

"s/o, i don't really care anymore," he breaths, and spreads your legs while you let your guard down.

"really? i could keep going," you swallow dryly, watching as he rubs up and down your leg. his hand comes to a stop.

"s/o. please." the sound that comes out of his mouth is borderline whining. you laugh, but give in to what he wants. with one fluid movement, you turn and straddle his hips, and grind on his cock. as his breath catches in his throat, you lean forward and whisper into his ear.

"you lose," giving him no warning, you start grinding on his clothed groin, running your hands from his chest up to his face. he groans as you press yourself down into his lap. "so adorable," you coo, taking his face into your hands as you kiss him all over. he's panting now, clutching the arm of the couch as you grind on him harder and faster. you moan a little yourself as you help him chase his high.

"s/o, i'm gonna-" he starts, bucking his hips up into yours, but he's unable to finish his sentence. as you lean down to suck on his neck, he finally cums, straight into his underwear. he leans his head back as he catches his breath, and you stop grinding.

"aw, baby, you were so needy you came right into your underwear? all i did was was grind on your lap a little bit," you laugh tangling your fingers in his hair. "i think you owe me a little something now."

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[slayingqueenchal]

James Potter headcannon (1)

James love laying down on your lap, especially when he talks about quidditch, schoolworks, etc.

James secretly and not-so-slightly brags about you every time, saying things like "oh I have a really pretty girlfriend/boyfriend" Or "well atleast I have y/n"

James knits you a hat with your favorite color every Christmas

If someone says the slightest rude things, oh boy James will strike.

If you're pissed about something he will give you candies that he stocks every week just in case you don't have a very good mood.

If you're sick, James will absolutely almost be there with you on the hospital wings, sometimes even skipping class just to meet you.

James loves valentines, every valentines he would give you seven chocolate bars, and force sirius, remus, and Peter to make a surprise for you.

James is a jealous person, so every time he sees someone flirting with you he gets jealous and you have to tell him that it was nothing.

After every kisses he always jokes around and says "thanks my lips are chapped now"

James always let you ride him in his animagus form if you say you're tired or you look like you are.

James always ruffle his hair to look messy, so you would fix his hair.

On Christmas break, he always paints with, he likes to paint magical creatures.

He loves pygmy puffs, well let's say you have five of them now.

James would scream so loud that the whole house hears and everyone goes to his room, only to find out the pygmy puff licked his nose after he accidentally put them close.

James loves to buy you clothes, from muggles or not, he loves to see your reaction

On the way back to Hogwarts James wou hug you all the way to hogwarts

When he want to put his hands on your laps, he always asks for consent.

Whenever he goes to vacation, he always sends you at least three letters a day and it was the longest letters you've got.

If there's an argument, he could get really angry but after he realizes he says sorry to you, in a thousand way.

When James found out severus has a crush on you, James immediately broke the vase on the common room.

You couldn't forget when he asked you out, he made a black dog give you the letter that says

'Dear y/n,

I know this might be wired weird, and uhm yes, uh it's four days till a trip to hogsmaede Hogsmeade. I would just like to ask you if you'd like to go with me.. As a date, yeah I know it sounds weird. Just let me know, the dog is smart and if you say yes it'll tell me you said yes and if you said no.. Wichh which I hope not it'll tell me if you said no.

Wwell jemes james. '

He has a lot, I mean a lot of typos.

James love to bring you your books to class if he has times.

If he heard knews you got pranked/bullied, well let's just say that it never ends up well, either he ends up with a month of detention, or he gets 50 points off Gryffindor

James tells girls and boys in first year who's the most beautiful person in Gryffindor ; you

Little first years giggles and runs to you and says "that guy said that you're the most beautiful person in Gryffindor! I think he has a crush on you! "

You always reply "really? Well I think he's the most handsome boy in Gryffindor," And the little first years runs to James and James had a red tint on his face.

[lords-of-mayhem]

Rip wine glass 🫡🪦

🎤-🐈‍⬛

RIP wine glass, gone but not forgotten o7

awful // hole

Swing low, sweet cherry, make it awful. It's your life, it's your party, it's so awful. Let's start a fire, let's start a riot. It was punk. Yeah, it was perfect, now it's awful.

They know how to break all the girls like you and they rob the souls of the girls like you. And they break the hearts of the girls-

He's drunk, he tastes like candy. He's so beautiful, he's so deep like dirty water. God, he's awful. And they royalty rate all the girls like you and they sell it out to the girls like you.

You're ripe for the picking, it's so awful. You've got your youth, don't waste your money. I was punk, now I'm just stupid. Oh, just shut up, you're only sixteen.

If the world is so wrong, yeah, you can break them all with one song. They bought it all, just build a new one, make it beautiful.

social cues // cage the elephant

I think it's strange when people say, "you're the next big thing, you'll never fade." The slightest touch and first to fall. Sleight of the hand, modern goal.

Starry-eyed child left behind, choose your favorite vice. I don't have the strength to play nice. Hide me in the back room, tell me when it's over. I don't know if I can play this part much longer.

I don't know if it is right, to live this way. I'll be in the back room, tell me when it's over. People always say, "man, at least you're on the radio." Close your eyes, don't be afraid.

Take some of these, they'll ease the pain. Live fast, die young, pay the price. The best die young, immortalized. Starry-eyed children left behind to choose their favorite vice.

i really fucked it up this time // girli

Why am I like this? I got two left feet and I blame it on you. I find the dynamite and I make us go boom, boom, boom. And I don't wanna be like this, I'm tryna talk to my therapist.

In truth, I know it's me and all my issues. I hate when I come home and I put them on you. I promise will be the last time, that I do all the things that I said that I wouldn't do last night.

Then I lose my shit and I slam the door, and I ask myself, "what did I do that for?" I'm the damaged type, but it's no type for all of my hurt that I'm living, that I'm giving to you.

I swear I'm not terrible, I just get emotional. I end up feeling sorry for myself. I wanna cause a scene just to feel alive, maybe I'm only mean 'cause I know you're mine.

And I hate myself for making you cry. I know that I really fucked it up this time. Hurricane blowing through your town, I know it's hard for you to stick around.

right side of wrong // mick mars

Divide and conquer us all, yeah, the cities will fall. Let's burn it down. No more believing the lies and the people will rise, the sun's fading out. It's already too late, there's no turning back.

Voices are calling, it's been so long. Catch me, I'm falling. In the end, there's no right side of wrong. Keep on selling the dream while they're stealing the green, we're going nowhere.

The hate that's building inside, you learned from your parent's eyes. Let's change this somewhere. It's already too late. It's fulfilling, all through the hatred you're feeling inside. But you know that you'll find it so fast that it's making its way into your mind.

i got the boy // jana kramer (I'm never going to stop promoting country music)

I saw your picture in the paper, honeymoon in Jamacia. She's a lucky girl. You look so grown up in your black tux, from a ball cap in a pickup. Seems like another world.

You and me and our big dreams, falling in love. We were two kids in a backseat, all fearless and young. I got the first kiss and she'll get the last. She's got the future and I got the past.

I got the class ring, she got the diamond and wedding band. I got the boy and she got the man. Yeah, there's the old you that I knew. Fake IDs to get into those spring break bars.

Now you're cleaned up with a haircut, nice tie and shoes. If things were different and I had a choice, which would I choose? I got the first kiss and she'll get the last.

We each got something the other will never have. I got the long-haired hothead, she got the cool and steady hand. I got the boy and she got the man.

[parallel-selfs]

Fireworks of The Scalding Sands

Followed Mewshi Q's playthrough

"Hey guys."

"After hearing that comment, now I want to come just to spite you."

(Jamil especially doesn't want Alice to go because they just stopped blotting two days ago and doesn't know if it will come back)

Alice did not use five clocks, they just used their smartphone alarm.

"Good morning, you two."

You're not getting shit, Crowley.

"Man, I thought I would be getting a break from seeing your face constantly. I'm just kidding."

(This happens a week before Malleus overblots, so Lilia having a stomach ache could be from his cooking biting back at him, lying to let Malleus go alone, or the side effect of losing his magic)

"Firefly, calm down. Jamil isn't saying any of that or uninviting you. Jamil, what are you trying to say?" Snake boy takes a breath and explains a bit better.

"I understand your point, but I highly doubt anything like that would happen. But if it makes you feel better, I'll protect Malleus by using Grim as a flamethrower." Malleus chuckles at the idea of them protecting him and comments he will be well guarded.

Looks around. "This is place is beautiful."

Books it to grab Grim and pull him out.

Pulls out glasses to see it. "Damn."

"Nice, we get the ride in a limousine."

Immediately takes out phone after seeing Cater taking pictures.

"Malleus, you good?"

"That's dangerous."

They're quietly watching the scenery go by. This is the first time they're really traveling.

Takes a picture of the fountain, then Jamil and Malleus.

"Grim! Don't be a troublemaker."

"Guys, we already knew his family is rich. Why are you surprised by everything?"

Chuckles.

"Hey, sorry for keeping you guys waiting."

"Cater, can you send me that picture later?"

Unfortunately.

Kalim, stop piling more work on him without his permission.

"Bye." Waves to Kalim.

"I'm okay with whatever."

Jasmine and Aladdin.

Tries to not make a face of doubt.

"Why not? I think it's cute."

"Bell peppers and garlic sauce."

"Jamil, let her join. I don't want to be the only girl here."

"I believe it's because it looks like dragon scales."

(Can't tell if they would like it or not because even though I had the chance to try dragon fruit, we never ate it ;-;)

"Now he's going to cause chaos on purpose."

"I'm always down for some ice cream."

"I'll take a picture with you."

Oh yeah, I remember that in the movie.

Looks at the tower, looks at Grim. "I'm technically not suppose to eat bread." Which leads to the group questioning why and Jamil panicking on them being allergic. "It's nothing like that, Jamil. I have a gluten intolerant, but don't worry about it."

Secretly eats a slice with jam.

Alice glances over at Jamil and Najma. They're envious.

Looks down at Grim. "Tell me why I should." "I don't know, will you behave for the rest of the travel or do I need to pay for the vase?" Trey tells them to stop teasing him, they pull him out.

Holding Malleus's hand and leaning against him while they walk that some people are mistaking them as a couple. Then he whispers to them and disappears to mess with the direbeast. They're enjoying the show.

Shares the same reaction as the group.

"Uh, Jamil, could I have something else besides the coconut water?" "Could I have a pineapple juice?" (Since the coconut water is in the coconut, the pineapple juice is in a hollow out pineapple.)

"Damn."

Chuckles at the "hanging out with my date buddies."

"Oh honey." (Poor kid.)

"I remember hearing a recipe about putting peanut butter in a date, then covering it in chocolate to recreate a candy in my world. I probably should do that because I miss my favorite chocolate bar."

"No."

"I doubt anything bad is going to happen to him."

"Come on, Trey."

"Wait, what?"

"But you could have told us before we left Kalim's house."

Chuckles at Malleus's cluelessness.

Places wallet and phone in their robes and towards the back.

"Excuse you."

"Sounds like a plan."

Also buys the dad shirt.

"Can I have some?"

Smugly, "wouldn't that be an indirect kiss?"

Glares at him. "How dare you."

Malleus gives them some of his ice cream after seeing their pouting face.

Alice has a bag of small souvenirs for everyone at the school.

"Obviously." (I watched the video of all of the fireworks going off at once)

"Hm?" Looks at their person and see a monkey trying to steal their glasses.

Hands on hips with an angry expression.

"Go do it, you may not get a chance like this again."

Nuzzles against Malleus to stay warm.

"It was fun to explore and try something new."

"I don't know, I can't dance." Malleus teases them and pulls them onto their feet to start swinging them around.

"You know, back home I watched fireworks every year because it was for the celebration of my country's independence. But the fireworks got boring because it was the same thing every year, always the same fireworks. But this time, I'm actually enjoying it and feel amazed by it. It's nice."

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hey could we get some general headcanons about Splendor, Candy Pop and Jason? ^^

Ah yes, the best boys <333

Thank you for requesting!

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Splendor

He, along with the rest of his species, dont really have genders, so most of the time he just rolls with whatever people refer to him as. In his mansion, he's actually known as "Mother" due to his motherly nature with his children

He's also aroace (though that wouldnt apply to x reader fics)

He's the second youngest of all his brothers

He generally tries to look like a clown (hence why he has a smiling face complete with eyes and his brothers don't) that way children don't feel scared around him

He's truly great with everyone, not just kids

He has his own mansion, but instead of angsty emos, his house is more of a safe space for all of the unwanted or unhappy children

9'6" so very tall

I imagine his voice to sound like a mixture of Sundrop and Cheese sandwich

He smells familiar, no specific scent, just something you know you've smelt before but can't quite place your finger on

He visits Slender at his mansion the most, usually bringing candies for everyone

He's become known as "That guy with the face and full snickers bars" around Slender's mansion

He doesnt tend to go into the mortal realm too often, but when he does it's when he senses a troubled soul in need of immediate help

And when he does have those senses, he usually brings them back into his mansion in the underworld, giving them all the hospitality and comfort they could ever desire

Splendorman is an oddball, that's for sure

I also like to imagine he says weird things sometimes, just to throw people off guard

"Beware the men with the tilted hats....they arent worth it"

He likes rick and morty, but doesn't actually watch the show he just likes the colors

His favorite meal is octopus tentacles

Candypop

Bro doesn't know what they are

They don't really have a gender either, so most of the time he just identifies as male or non binary

He's also into men (again, doesnt necessarily apply to x reader)

They usually aren't seen a lot around slender's mansion, mostly because they, Lj and Jason tend to hang out in the uppermost level of the mansion and giggle around like the chaotic neutrals they are <3

They absolutely order starbucks, bribe another creep to bring it up to them, and then gossip with each other about all of the other creeps

Most of the time they spare their dear friend who brought up their orders though. They arent horrible, now

They smell like literal musk and jolly ranchers 💀

It's very upsetting

He likes to just bang his hammer mallet thingy against the wall for absolutely no reason

They're like 8'11"

He gets a kick out of seeing people jump from the BOOM

Their face doesn't actually look like how it is seen in pictures, most of that is actually makeup

The only natural things is their skin tone, their sharp teeth, and their hair and eye colors

They have a very deep chainsmokers voice

Sorry, I don't make the rules

They unironically listen to one direction and 5 seconds of summer on full blast

"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE"

Lj definitely had to bang on their wall a few times with his fist just to get them to shut up a few times

The only times he is seen around the mansion, hes normally sliding around the hardfloor on socks, avoiding everyone as best they can because lord knows if someone actually spoke to them theyd just evaporate, never to be seen again

Jason the Toymaker

When he first manifested in this world, he was mostly just trying to look human so he could get away with inhabiting this place

So he identifies as "male" and has traditional male anatomy

He is interested in anyone romantically speaking, but does have a fem lean (doesn't apply to x reader)

He has the dantiest little hands <3

6'2", so he's definetly not the tallest creep. but he's up there

His fingers are long and slender, as well as long nails that help him with sewing

His skin is really smooth

And his hair is really well taken care of

He just has the best self care in general

He's always working on some project, wether that be making a doll, or sewing a fancy tea party dress for sally that she absolutely needed, his hands are always busy

He can get frustrated very easily though, and thats kind of a bummer

He doesn't have anger issues necessarily, but he's very sensetive and emotional, so anything said to him might tick him off into a stream of tears or a flurry of rage

He's normally one of the only ones to actually clean around the house

His hair color depends on his mood

For example, if hes really upset, his hair is black, his true form is white, and he actually uses a spell to keep his hair red the rest of the time

He's that one friend

You know the one

The nice one?

Yeah that's him

He smells like old fabrics and dust

But sometimes if he's feeling ✨ spicy ✨ he'll wear some sweet smelling perfume

Never cologne, he doesnt like how harsh it smells

He likes to watch cartoons with sally, and sing with sally

He's simply wonderful <3

[ohworm-writes]

▬ MCYT's AND CANDY ▬

"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."

▬ PAIRING - various x gn!reader

▬ RATINGS - general

▬ WARNINGS - none!

▬ SYNOPSIS - my views on what type of candy each mcyt likes and their views around the topic as a whole!

▬ NOTE - a post! a post! who would have guessed? and on halloween, no less! hello everyone, it's been a while, has it not? happy halloween to all of you, and i hope you enjoy this short little drabble of mine. expect more like this soon, even after the halloween season has passed. i'd also like to note that this is my first time writing for dream, george, sapnap, and niki! that being said, feedback would be appreciated. i adore you all, and thank you for reading <3

cc!dream

he’s definitely a peanut butter person

he’ll eat any type of candy he’s given, sure, but if there happens to be something Reese’s nearby?

i hate to break it to you, but it’ll be gone in half a second flat

speaking of, he only buys his favorite type of candy

in bulk, that is

however, if you happen to be allergic to peanut butter or you really just don’t favor it, he’ll be a little more restrictive with it

if you aren’t? get ready for peanut butter tasting kisses 24/7

to add on to all of this, he’ll get you any candy you’d like if you ask

if he already knows your favorite? expect to have a bag of it as soon as he can get his hands on it

cc!sapnap

he tends to lean towards candies that have some sort of caramel in them

that being said, his favorite candies are Twix and Snickers

not only do they have caramel in them, but the sizing for them is perfect!

you could have bite sized portions, or you could have a much bigger bar- it’s genius

he usually isn’t all that picky about candy, so he’ll take what he can get

he’ll always offer you a piece of his candy when he can

whether it be a few M&M’s or a square off of a Hershey’s bar, or- hey! even half of a Snickers bar, he’ll always offer you some before he even opens the wrapper

when he buys candy for the night, he makes sure to buy a small bag of your favorite

of course, if you call him out on it, you’re going to find your candy bag half empty, but that’s kinda your fault

cc!georgenotfound

he’s indifferent about candy

i mean sure, he enjoys it- but he won’t take time out of his day to go get candy, you know?

so, with a month like october, unless you’re the one buying it, there isn’t likely to be any candy in the house

he likes smaller candies like M&M’s; something he can have a bowl of while he’s busy doing something else

he just doesn’t want to make the whole thing an ordeal

he only saves candy for if he’s really craving it

other than that, he pushes it to the side

he’s good with anything you may get him so, yes, he’s appreciative of the thought, but he doesn’t really get why you’re so adamant about it

if you happen to be the type of person that loves candy, only then will he go out of his way to get some

then yes, maybe he’ll indulge in his sweet tooth

c!technoblade

i hate to break it to you, but this man doesn’t do “candy”

caramelized apples and baked goods? sure

but candy- candy? no

and if he did happen to take a liking to some sort of candy, it’d likely be something along the lines of taffy

even then, the only way he’s going to have it is if you force it down his throat

so just- please just stick with other sweet things, save yourself the hassle

if you have a thing for candy, sorry, but he’s not getting you any

he doesn’t see it as important, so why waste good money on it?

if you really want it though, then maybe he’ll think it over

usually, he’ll just bring you along and tell you to pick something, but that’s all you’re getting out of him

cc!wilbur soot

he loves lollipops!

he really isn’t picky with his candy, but he always seems to grab a lollipop if it’s available to him

however, he has a vendetta against Tootsie Pops for some reason

he won’t ever explain to you why that is, it’s just something you’ve come to terms with

whenever he does get one, he enjoys beings really obnoxious with it

rolling the hardened candy over his teeth, creating a sound that makes you have to take the treat from him and stick it in your own mouth

it’s a win-win: you get him to quiet down and you get a taste of his candy

he’ll take it back sooner or later, but it was fun while it lasted

cc!nihachu

she prefers other types of sweets to candy, but she doesn’t oppose them

when you’re out shopping, she’ll buy a small bag of assorted candy from time to time, but nothing too over the top

she likes sour and chocolatey things, so you’ll often see her getting something that falls into one of those two categories when she picks out her candy

if you offer, she has no problem trying some different candies with you

however, now that you know her preference, you know exactly what to get her when you’re out and about

if you bring her home some candy, she’ll be very happy out it

she always likes to offer you some of her candy too

her offering you her last bite brb sobbing

she’d never ask you to go out and buy her something, though, so it’s a treat when you do

if she knows what you like, she’ll bring something back that’s to your taste

it’s just a very sweet thing that’s become common for the two of you

cc!tommyinnit [ platonic ]

there’s no way in hell nor high water you can tell me that this man’s favorite candy isn’t Fun Dip

however, Tommy being Tommy, it can get messy fairly quickly with that particular treat

he constantly jokes around about snorting the candy

he actually does do it at one point or another, which leads to his nostrils burning and him never wanting to try the candy again

that only lasts for a few hours, before he’s right back to enjoying a packet

he complains about how the stick never lasts long enough to enjoy all of the powder, in which he actually gives a fairly good argument

all of this being said, he only buys the candy he knows that he enjoys

if it’s something he doesn’t like or that he’s never had, he doesn’t want to waste money on it- smart guy

cc!tubbo [ platonic ]

he’s got two favorites: Swedish Fish and Starburst

it’s mainly because of the texture of the both of them, but they’re also the perfect amount of sweet for him!

he’s always enjoyed Swedish Fish, but Starburst has become a new favorite of his since you offered him a few

he really enjoys the yellow ones- the lemon flavor being something he enjoys

he loves to argue about the flavors for some reason?

there’s no real rhyme or reason to it, it’s more of a “if you don’t enjoy my favorite flavor, your opinions are invalid”

however, because it’s always funny to hear his points, you let it slide

cc!ranboo [ platonic ]

he’s very picky with candy, but Pop Rocks have always been something that he's enjoyed

it’s always been that treat you have once and then suddenly it’s the only thing you like, you know?

he likes to down the bag all at once too, not even letting it pop on his tongue

he sees nothing wrong with it either, but you’ll always watch him with a “???” kind of look on your face

if you ask him why, he’ll just smile and do the same thing again

it’s an inside joke that only he is in on

he does offer it to you though, if you like it

then and only then will he leave the candy rocks to pop on his tongue

[buckybarnesdiaries]

what a nightmare

bucky barnes x reader ⎢ masterlist.

request by @marvel-diaries: Hi wifey❤️ So I came across this image and I’ve been cry laughing for like 5 minutes😂So for 2K I wanted to request something kind of based on this image😂 You’re on your period and Bucky takes care of you for the day! Makes you feel comfortable and goes to the store for you to buy what you need. He ends up calling you on FaceTime because the whole pad/tampon section is just so confusing so he needs your help! At the end of the day you and him are cuddled up on the couch together eating your favorite snacks! Please and thank you❤️

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Once Bucky found you wrapped in your favorite cozy blanket lying on the sofa and with pouty lips, he knew that month your period hit you really hard. You could barely move without feeling cramps all around your lower belly, grunting and curling in a ball with your arms surrounding your abdomen. He left your house without saying a word about where he was going, just placing a soft kiss on your forehead and asking you to not move, to rest. Bucky drove to the closest store, decided to pamper you the whole day or until you felt better. That was the only thing he wanted, to make you smile again and make disappear any pain that you were suffering.

His first stop was the snack sections. Your boyfriend brought you all kinds of junk food —your favorite chocolate bars, chips, candies, peanut butter. Anything he had seen you eating other months, even two bottles of ice cream because one wasn't enough. Bucky bought you one of those stuffed animals with cherry pits inside to put it in the microwave and use it to alleviate the cramps. He took a raccoon. It didn't need an explanation why, it was pretty obvious. He toured the whole supermarket, adding some pizzas to the cart for dinner.

Everything was going okay. Your boyfriend was more than happy to help you and to contribute to your well-being. But that happiness fell into pieces when he reached the pad and tampons sections. “What the hell?” He thought confused like never in his life. If he believed that war was to go to Germany and fight the Nazis was because in his time there weren't too damn many kinds of pad and tampons. They were divided by size, fabrics, brands, smells, colors (...). He didn't know which one you used and he thought about asking somebody working there but each person was a world.

Much to his regret, fucking up the surprise, Bucky took his phone from a pocket and called you via facetime. His heart broke as soon as he saw you on his screen with teary eyes, sniffing in pain.

“Hey, sorry”. He mumbled honeyedly. “Listen, I, uh… came to the store and… what the… hell is all of this? I just wanted to buy you pads or tampons or whatever the hell you use and… honestly, this 's a nightmare”.

You couldn't help but laugh in tears, cleaning them with the back of your hand, just by imagining the situation by the look on his face. He was literally begging for help.

“They're called Tampax Pearl”. You chuckled.

“Yeah, okay… Lemme… Lemme… Just gimme a second”. Bucky was freaking out, touring with his gaze the whole damn hallway.

“They're the color of your eyes”.

“Doll, listen… I ain' playing games, I just wanna go home and never come back”.

Your laughter made you stir because of the lash of pain straight to your ovaries, curling up your legs to your chest.

“Blue and green”.

“My eyes aren't gre— To who the hell are you looking at, uh?”

“You should watch them under the sun, you punk…”

“Your passive-aggressive romanticism overwhel— OH, finally, goddammit”.

You watched the triumphant grimace appearing on his face while adding three packets to the card, trying to glance at what else he had bought with not much success.

“Okay, good… 'M gonna pay, run away and never come back to this place. See you in a minute, doll”.

“Buck”. You called his name when he was about to hang up, not being able to hold back another giggle when you saw his expression turning into pure horror, hoping you didn't ask him for anything else from there. “I love you…”

“I love you too. More than anything. 'M gonna take care of you today, 'kay? Don't you worry, your soldier's comen'”.

You lied down on the sofa after finishing dinner and Bucky cleaned the kitchen, to cuddle, lacing your legs and arms together under your blanket. You felt much better than that morning. You took a warm bath, your pills, a long nap, and filled your stomach with all the things he bought for you —yet having your hot raccoon under your shirt, well pressed to your abdomen. You felt better than in heaven, receiving tender kisses from your boyfriend to any part of your body he had access to, putting more effort and love whenever he could reach your lips from behind.

Bucky was swept off his feet for you, it was something undeniable. You were his anchor, keeping him afloat twenty-four seven. And taking care of you as part of his nature, always feeling that necessity, that urgency for making you feel happy, loved, satisfied in any kind of way. You were his whole life. So, when it came to you, anything was insufficient for him.

Turning around under his firm, warm and fond embrace, you brought your lips to his. It was an ephemeral touch that caused him to close his eyes and sigh completely in love, feeling his heart racing from one second to another under your palm rested on his chest. Your left made his way to the back of his head as soon as Bucky parted your mouth in such a slow-motion to slide his tongue, looking for yours, gently caressing it. Your boyfriend pressed you a little more closely, as if it was possible, letting you almost lie on top of him. There weren't any sexual intentions hidden behind that kiss, just wanting to show him how much you appreciate any effort he did for you.

Both of you ended up breathing through your nostrils, not wanting to pause your session of makeout in the gloomy of your living room. He lived for those long, long kisses, only worrying about tasting your saliva, biting your lips, and playing with your tongue. And, God, Bucky was an expert, causing you soft goosebumps whenever he caressed your back or arms so lovingly that melted your heart completely.

“Thank you”. You whispered as you could, stroking his weak spot beneath his ear with your thumb.

He couldn't help but purr delighted on your mouth, feeling a smile curving up to his lips as he got comfier under your weight after positioning you between his legs, using you as his favorite personal blanket.

“I love you, Buck… So much I can't explain”.

“Try it, darlin'. You have a whole life to bear me”.

“What a nightmare”. You giggled, placing a smooch on top of his nose.

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[666writingcafe]

The Three Demons and MC Have Arrived in London

Author’s Note: “Lucifer” = “Satan (Lucifer)", "Satan” = “Lucifer (Satan)”

"Mmmm!" Mammon moans happily. "That's good...real good! Man, the human world totally has the best dark beers!"

"Remind me again: when did we agree that stopping at a bar was a good idea?" I ask. "I thought we were supposed to meet the witch. Besides, Mammon seems a bit young to be drinking alcohol."

"Now listen!" Mammon slurs those two simple words. "How old do ya think I am, anyway?"

"Do you honestly want me to answer that question?"

"Don't make assumptions based on how I look! I'm way over 5000, y'know. Way over!"

"5000 months old, perhaps," I mutter.

"Exactly how long do you two plan to hang around here goofing off?" Satan asks impatiently, putting an end to our conversation. "Come on, time to get moving."

"What?!" Mammon shouts. "But I've still got a lotta drinkin' to do!" I pat his hand.

"Maybe later, big guy," I tell him.

"Or he can do all his drinking now, and we'll just leave him with the bill," Lucifer replies. "The entire bill." That gets Mammon to change his tune real quick, causing me to roll my eyes. Once our tab is settled, we head off to Kings Cross Station to catch the train that will take us to the witch.

"Hey, MC!" Mammon calls when we've paid for our tickets. "Check it out!" He points at a nearby concession stand. "This place is selling official Wizarding World of Harry Potter merchandise!"

"I didn't know you liked Harry Potter," I reply.

"Like it? Oh, MC, I love it! It's my favorite human world book series of all time!" Mammon gasps. "I just realized: this is actually one of the locations where the movies were filmed, isn't it?!" I nod my head, but he doesn't appear to be paying any attention to me as he points out the different candy that appeared in the movie franchise.

"I can't not buy these items!" Mammon exclaims right when Lucifer approaches us.

"And who exactly do you imagine is going to pay for them?" he asks menacingly.

"Well, if we were able to stop through my place, I would have been able to grab my wallet, which had both my debit card and some human world money in it, and then I would be able to purchase some items myself," I reply, the attitude in my voice not fully registering in my head until the words have left my mouth. Lucifer sighs.

"I'm sorry, MC. If we were able to make a pit stop, we would. Tell you what: why don't you pick out something that the four of us can have as a way to remember this trip?"

"Oh, so it's totally fine if MC gets something, but the minute I even think about buying something, you give me crap about it?!" Mammon exclaims. "That's unfair!"

"MC's the exchange student, not you," Satan responds. "Whether we like it or not, part of Lucifer's job is to ensure that MC's stay with us is as pleasurable as possible. Since MC wasn't able to grab a whole lot of their things before they arrived, then it's only fair that they're able to get something here, if they so choose."

"Actually, I kinda like the look of this keychain," I state, holding one up for the brothers to see. "It's a chocolate frog that looks like it's made out of real chocolate." When none of them reply, I quickly add,

"It's not that big of a deal. If you guys think it's dorky--"

"If that's what you want, then we'll get it," Lucifer interrupts. "Make sure that there's at least four of them, though."

"There is."

[ceciliasthings]

° My two favorite desserts °

•Synopsis: After a long day, Y/N was indulging in a nice dessert but a certain scientist was angry because she didn't share it, so Y/N decides to try her two favorite desserts •

Warnings:Masturbation, dirty words, sex in public

sorry if some things are confusing or nonsense english is not my first language

°After a long run for supplies, between the batteries and the canned foods, luckily you end up finding some chocolate bars. Happy with the possibility of having a new dessert that wasn't fruit bars Y/n makes the decision to make chocolate syrup, while she delights in her dessert, a certain scientist was angry that she hadn't shared her dessert.°

•She hears heavy, long footsteps behind her. She knew very well who he was, he smelled of freshly polished tools and pine, his voice was thick but deep and an incredibly sexy accent that every time it entered your ears you felt a shiver all over your body.•

- By the smell you're eating chocolate syrup, and you didn't invite me to eat? You're being very selfish Y/N in not sharing your dessert- He was being very serious, his brow was furrowed and his eyes were serrated. His lips were pouting. He was acting like a child whose mother had denied his favorite candy.-

• The syrup that tastes like dark chocolate slides down your lips you look into his eyes As you slide your finger over its tail and then into its mouth, causing a slight arousal in the fake scientist who was standing next to you•

- Hahaha Eugene you're acting like a kid right now because I know you don't like chocolate- while you say that you roll your eyes and chuckle at the face he was making..

• Eugene grumbles a little and then pulls out a chair to sit next to you. And like a spoiled child, he puts his finger in the bowl and brings it to his mouth, giving you that angry look.•

- Well, know that I would never turn down the chance to enjoy a dessert together with my girlfriend, but apparently you seem to like chocolate better than mine.-

•He said that while licking his finger lightly, his eyes were closed. His forehead was still frowning. This beautiful sight drove you crazy •

- Eugene Herman Potter Don't make me lose control - Your voice penetrated his ears. Your voice is sweet and thin. He shivered when he saw you use your serious tone- you're acting like a spoiled brat. I think you need a lesson....

• Those piercing blue eyes looked at you, he was trying to think about what you would do if you took him to the bedroom and made him suck you dry, or if you were going to leave him sexless for a week whatever he was looking forward to your next move •

- I'll prove to you that chocolate isn't my only favorite dessert- you bring your fingers to his full red lips and look at him straight in the eye- Do you know what my first favorite dessert is? He's a guy who's 6 feet tall. He's got an amazing sexy Texas accent and the hottest mullet I've ever seen in my entire life. And of course, he gets really hot when he says smart things....

• As soon as he heard her sweet words, his eyes sparkled and his beautiful mouth curved into a small smile, as her fingers cupped his beautiful lips, his hand trailed down to his thick thighs through his shorts.•

- I assume you won't sexually activate me here, since anyone can show up here- he swallowed hard but he knew the danger of teasing you- I-I- Me-an And if Abraham or rosita shows up here while.... hum you know.....

• your lips curved in a sly smile as his hand runs over his newly hardened member. You like the reaction he made, it feels like he's getting a shock all over his body, Until you can't stand to see that vision of him trying to control himself and take his lips for you. You explore his mouth like it's his last meal, tasting every part you didn't know yet. As yours continues to squeeze the bulge between his shorts, you feel his thick hands reaching for your breasts and squeezing them through the top of your plaid shirt. You break the kiss and see there's a small line of saliva still joining the two of you, then you whisper in his ear.•

- And who said you'll be inside me today? Today I'm playing with you and if you're a good boy I'll let you suck me. I know you love to taste my pussy - As you say this you see that his pout was gone now he was just looking serious and And his eyes Burned with pure lust- Now spread those legs Eugene....

• He loved when you were bossy with him, he liked when a strong and authoritarian woman commanded him, with a certain shyness he pulled his legs away, you slid your hands slowly into his thighs and began to pull your limbs out. It releases a low groan when you expose your hard length out. You've seen his cheeks turn red... His breathing became deep and breathless. He was enjoying the feeling of his hands on his stick •

- Look how hard you are Eugene. Do you like it? Do you like my hand on your dick? -You give light kisses on his neck while handling his member Lightly running your thumb over the head of his cock, watching it squirm with every touch you gave it. -Do you want me to suck? Just ask

- Oh God- His face was redder, his mouth was half open, her eyes were slightly closed- please....

- Please, what Eugene? What do you want ?- You look at his swollen cock and it turns dark red, but you don't look away. Now he can't hide his hands anymore and you love the shy but anxious expression he was putting on. -look at you acting like a little bitch come on little bitch stop acting like that innocent. I wanna hear your pretty mouth say dirty things.

- Please suck me I want to feel your mouth soft on my stick - you noticed a vein coming out of his neck and his eyes that were previously closed were now wide open looking at you in shame -.

- Good boy

• You stroke his limb once again and lubricate it with pre-semen, with the other hand you take some of the chocolate syrup and you go around the base of his stick so you lower your head you hear him drop a sigh between your lips and then you whisper something as if he could no longer wait to feel your mouth, your tongue comes into contact with the syrup along with the taste of the pre-semen, you let your tongue run along the axis while you pull your head up. Turning your tongue around the tip before swallowing it again. You feel his stick pulsating inside his mouth and soon after his hand rests on top of his head and guide him through his movements as if he was trying to take some control. It is so good to have him groaning and sighing for you. You look up and see that he is looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes clouded with pleasure. He must be close to coming. You were in a trance, but you heard a noise in the door and quickly got up to find out who was disrupting your intimate moment with your scientist.•

- Eugene? Y/N? Are you there?

• Thank heavens Abraham couldn't see the two of you because of the counter that gave you an idea as you heard Abraham getting closer to the kitchen, his hands started to manipulate Eugene's cock again. He was still in his trance but was surprised at what you were going to do in front of your friend •

- What are you doing there? I smelled chocolate -Abraham said, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of milk.

- Eugene and I are eating chocolate syrup isn't it Eugene ?- You give him a sly look as you squeeze his member and start making faster movements, making him redder and trying to control yourself, so your friend doesn't notice. As you speed up the movements you notice that his member is getting harder and harder- Abraham I think Rosita is calling you..

- Oh shit, I'll do what she wants, save some chocolate for me...

• As Abraham leaves the kitchen, Eugene lets out a groan of relief as he leans back against the counter muttering something•

- I'm close please please don't stop you're so good at handling my dick- As he says this he looks at you with his puppy eyes Even though you're not touching your cheeks feel hot when he realizes you're staring at him he bites his bottom lip.

- Look at you when Abraham was here. You got harder. You seem to like the idea of sex in public. You are a very dirty boy..

° As he struggles to get his release you revel in watching him squirm with every touch, Eugene trying not to come he brings one of his hands to your face his fingers massage your lips and then he takes you in for a kiss as their tongues battle you pick up the pace eugene's liquid was all over your hand He moans more and more until in a last stimulus you feel a hot liquid in your hands and see that he is writhing with pleasure, Still clouded with pleasure he kisses you once more making a point of running his tongue all over your mouth in hopes of finding a place he hasn't discovered yet.°

- You let go more than expected. You know I may like chocolate, but I love the taste of it - saying that you take your hand that was soiled with his formula to your mouth and licks her in a sensual way..

- You're so hot, not only your body, but your mind. Tonight I'm gonna show you that jelly beans aren't my only favorite dessert...

° Saying that, he gives you one more kiss and takes the spoon that is in the bowl along with the chocolate and takes it towards your mouth.°

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Swimming Lessons.

(1-1)

Short story # 9

2,350 - Words

Fandom - Red Dead Redemption 2

Pairing - John Marston X Reader

Summary - Based entirely on Imagine # 662, which reads. imagine taking it upon yourself to teach John how to swim.

Warnings - Light smut, its just a handjob. (Cause I'm a horny bitch, especially when it come to Mr. John Marston.)

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Looking to her left (Y/n) began snickering quietly when she noticed John snacking away on candy. "What?" John cocked a confused brow at her, still munching away. "You and your candy." (Y/n) shook her head with a grin. "What, I like 'em." John frowned, hesitating his chewing. "Oh nothing, I think it's sweet." (Y/n) joked making John roll his eyes playfully. "Ya got any to spare for your favorite girl?" (Y/n) hummed as she rode beside him, batting her lashes. "Oh I don't give Grace candy." John retorted as he pat his horses mane, his words making (Y/n) huff with a frown. "I see how it is." (Y/n) crossed her arms, spurring her horse into a trot. "Now hold on darling." John called out spurring on his own horse. "I was only playin' sugar." John nudged her shoulder, holding out a few pieces of candy. "And here I am, going out of my way to help you. And what do I get in return, the nerve of some people." (Y/n) sassed turning her nose up at his offer, a fit of giggles erupting from her when John practically pulled her onto his lap, hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry darlin'." John whispered into her hair as he nuzzled into her neck. "Oh alright, I forgive you." (Y/n) sighed playfully, adjusting herself back onto her horse, afterwards leaning over to plant a kiss on John's scared cheek. "Here sugar." John hummed as he grasped her hand, pushing a few pieces of candy into the palm of her hand. "Awe thanks honey." (Y/n) cooed making John chuckle at her, smiling contently as they continued their journey.

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A few hours had passed and the sun was beginning to set. "We're almost there, but the path isn't the safest to travel at night, we should set up camp then continue in the morning." (Y/n) suggested. "Alright." John agreed with a nod of his head. "Where you wanting to set up?" John asked as they trotted across a bridge. "There's a clearing up ahead, looks like a good a spot as any." (Y/n) pointed to the clearing in the distance. "Sounds like a plan." John agreed as they neared the sight. "Where is it your wanting to go tomorrow?" John asked with curiosity. "Dodds bluff just south of widows Rock, there's an abandoned shack we can set up in." (Y/n) answered his question. "Why there?" John asked with curiosity. "Several reasons, one because the water up there is beautiful, and always a comfortable temperature in the summer, plus we're far away from our friends, so you don't have to worry about them teasing us." (Y/n) explained as they moved from the road to the grass to find the best spot to set up camp. "What exactly are we doing, that they would tease us about?" John eyed his girlfriend wearily. "I'm gonna teach you how to swim finally." (Y/n) stated as she dismounted, her words causing John to freeze up. "Swim?" He muttered in worry. "Yes John, swim." (Y/n) laughed softly as she unpacked her things. "I-I um..." John stammered nervously. "John sweetie, we'll take it slow I promise." (Y/n) assured him as she approached his side, resting a reassuring hand onto his knee. John smiled softly, his heart melting. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me." John whispered softly, his confession making (Y/n) blush under his tender gaze.

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"So darling, how long you plannin' on us staying out here?" John asked as they sat up the camp, one tent for them, and the other to keep their supplies dry if it rains in the night. "However long it takes until your able to swim on your own confidently." (Y/n) hummed as she moved on to feed the horses some grain. "That could take awhile." John chuckled nervously. "That's okay, I let Arthur and Dutch know we wouldn't be back for awhile." (Y/n) shrugged casually. "How'd you manage that?" John asked as he finished up the last of the work. "I found a few gold bars while out exploring, and I donated two of them." (Y/n) hummed as she brushed her horse, John joining her to brush his own horse. "How many did you find?" John asked with astonishment, both surprised and impressed that she found any gold bars to begin with. "Four." (Y/n) smiled at him, a certain gleam in her eyes. "And what are you planning on doing with the other two?" John asked with a curious gaze. "Well someone real special has a birthday coming up." (Y/n) mused with a playful grin, making John feel all giddy inside like a little kid. "Darlin' you're just to much sometimes." John shook his head with a smile, making (Y/n) giggle softly. "You love me for it." (Y/n) shrugged, gasping when John hugged her from behind. "I love you for more than that baby girl." John cooed as he nuzzled into her soft hair, inhaling her natural scent.

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When morning came around (Y/n) was practically bouncing with excitement, while John sluggishly followed after her. Having broke down camp and packed up, the couple continued their journey. The small road they took seep and narrow in some spots, making John understand why they didn't risk riding on last night. "There's the shack." (Y/n) pointed to the little shanty, a wide smile upon her pretty face. "The water looks kinda fast." John pointed out as they neared the small building. "It's slower upstream." (Y/n) hummed as she dismounted her horse. "If you say so." John murmured skeptically. "Are you sure no one lives here?" He added as he dismounted. "Yeah I've come up here a hundred times, no one's ever here." (Y/n) shrugged while unpacking their supplies. John wasn't convinced however and removed his bolt action rifle from his saddle, approaching the house first. "Let me just check first." John explained when (Y/n) eyed him funny. "Oh alright." She smiled up at him before he turned his attention to the door, which he pushed open slowly with his rifle. Humming with satisfaction John turned back to (Y/n), shouldering his rifle. "You were right, it's abandoned." He walked down the steps of the porch, taking the supplies from (Y/n)'s hands to take inside. "I would say I'm always right, but you've proven me wrong plenty of times." (Y/n) laughed as they continued their work, her words making John chuckle. "Oh you mean like that time you thought you wouldn't like it when I stick my-" (Y/n) threw an apple at him, cutting him off. "Yes John, like then." She sassed with pinkness in her cheeks, making John laugh a hardy laugh. "You walked funny for three days, but not once did you complain." He teased with a grin, making (Y/n) whine as she hid her face in her hands. "Can we please stay on task here?" She groaned between her fingers, making John beam with pride. "Sure thing sugar." He mused into her ear, relishing in the sight of her shuddering from his voice alone.

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After everything was dealt with, and the horses tended to (Y/n) led John a little ways upstream. "Are you sure about this?" John asked as they began stripping out of the majority of their clothes. "What of someone sees us?" He added with a nervous glance. "We're far from the main road, and people don't really use this road. We'll be fine, and even if someone sees, it doesn't matter. What we're doing is none of their business." (Y/n) assured her lover, pecking his lips to comfort him. "Hey I want a real kiss." John pouted as he followed after (Y/n), who was now hip deep in water, having gone into the small stream that connects into to river. "Then come get it cowboy." (Y/n) teased as John stood on the back, having an internal debate. Gathering his courage he made up his mind, and began walking into the shallow stream. "The things I do for love." John huffed when he reached (Y/n), his hands instinctively resting on her hips. "I've got you baby." (Y/n) hummed before connecting their lips, the sweet feeling of her lips against his detracting him from his fear of the water. John's grip tightened when she began walking backwards into deeper water, their lips still connected in a passionate kiss. "Wait." John broke the kiss with a strained voice, looking at the water beyond her shoulder. "Hey John look at me." (Y/n) grasped his face between her hands, turning his attention solely to her. "Do you trust me?" She asked as she peered into his dark eyes. "Of course I trust you, I trust you with my life." John proclaimed with a series tone, knowing she'd never hurt him or betray his trust. "Follow me, and stay focused on me, I'll keep you safe." (Y/n) smiled softly, slowly walking back towards the river. John nodded his head, his grasp on her hips still tight as he followed her obediently. His breath came out shaky as he breathed through his mouth, his eyes still locked onto (Y/n)'s. With each careful step they moved deeper and deeper into the water, until the water rest now at chest height. "How you doing John?" (Y/n) asked as she stroked his hair back, smiling at him reassuringly. "I'm alright, just need a moment." He admitted his hands noticeably shaking against her hips. "Take all the time you need baby." (Y/n) cooed as she leaned forward, catching his lips to distract his mind.

When they broke for air John had relaxed quite a bit, now ignoring the sounds of rushing water, he focused solely on the woman before him. "I love you." He murmured softly, so touched that she wanted to take the time to teach him how to swim, something no one else had ever tried. "I love you too John." (Y/n) leaned into his chest, resting her head into the crook of his neck. They stood their in a relaxed tranquil state in the water, allowing John the time he needed to truly relax. "Let's keep going." He suggested softly. "How about we stay here, so you know you can stand up if you begin to panic." (Y/n) countered his suggestion, slowly lowering herself into the cool water until she was on her knees. "Okay." John muttered to himself as he followed suit, slowly lowering himself. "You're doing good." (Y/n) praised when he finally sank down before her, the water now up to his neck. "I'm terrified." John admitted with a shaky voice, wrapping his arms around (Y/n)'s hips now. "Relax sugar, I'm here." (Y/n) hummed as she rubbed his back soothingly, smiling when his back muscles relaxed under her touch. "You know I might just have to reward you for doing so good." (Y/n) mused with a suggestive tone, her words causing John's breath to hitch in his throat. "R-really?" He stammered with surprise, his excitement building in an instant at the lewd thoughts popping into his head. "Yeah." (Y/n) hummed softly, one hand slowly drifting under the water, and down his body. "(Y/n)." John murmured quietly, his cock hardening as her fingers brushed against it. "All for me?" (Y/n) smirked before slipping her hand into his underwear, grasping his manhood by the base, and giving it a gentle squeeze. "All for you." John nodded his head in agreement, his hips thrusting forward, desperate for more friction.

(Y/n) giggled softly as she began stroking his length, rubbing her thumb against the underside of his cock firmly, from time to time. John's mind went hazy with pleasure, his eyes closing as he rest his forehead against (Y/n)'s shoulder. "Just relax baby, I'll take care of you. Make you feel good." (Y/n) cooed and then began peppering his face and neck with kisses. "So good." John praised quietly, unaware of his surroundings anymore. (Y/n) twisted her wrist while brushing her fingers across the tip of John dick, causing a shutter to run down his back. John hissed in pleasure his cock throbbing with need, twitching a little as he neared his end. "Cum for me honey." (Y/n) encouraged picking up her pace, the erratic movements of her arm, made the water slosh around them. "(Y-Y/n)!" John stammered in a moan, ropes of cum spurting from his cock as he came undone for her. "Good job baby." (Y/n) praised her lover, still stroking his cock slowly, working him through his euphoric high. "(Y/n)." John murmured her name, pecking sloppy kisses against her neck. "John my sweet sweet John." She cooed tilting his head up to look into his eyes. "You didn't even notice." She added with a playful smile, her words causing John to take in his surroundings. His heart froze for a moment when he realized they were now much deeper in the river, his feet just barely able to touch the bottom. "See John, swimming ain't so bad." (Y/n) brushed his hair back softly, smiling at him warmly when he noticeably calmed. "Y-yeah I guess you're right." John smiled remaining relaxed when (Y/n) moved back a little, allowing him to float on his own. "It's kinda fun actually." John chuckled as he got the hang of swimming in place. "It is." (Y/n) agreed with pure joy, beyond happy to have taught John Marston how to swim. The couple spent the next three days swimming, and the next four nights making sweet love under the stars, and within the privacy of the little shack. Only leaving when John felt comfortable with swimming. The pair of them worn by the time they got back to camp, Arthur watching them excuse themselves straight to bed with a knowing smile.

[let-them-read-fics]

Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (2/2)

Requested: Yes

Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This is the second half of the request, featuring Rosé and Lisa. If you want to see the first part, with Jisoo and Jennie, click the link below. I hope you enjoy!

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♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Rosé

Park Chaeyoung: The girl who hung with the wrong crowd.

Your problem lied more so with the people she associated with than her herself. You couldn't wrap your head around why such a kind person like her would spend time with the class clowns and bullies, and to make matters worse, she would stick up for them as well.

She spent most of her days in either the art or music room, creating the masterpieces that her brain came up with.

But as soon as school was over, she'd be hanging out with them again and getting into trouble. For instance, because of her talents, they would invite her to go with them and graffiti various hot spots around town. She never vandalized any monuments or landmarks of importance -- she typically stuck to bridges or abandoned buildings -- but after getting caught with them multiple times, it was inevitable for her to be held accountable.

She was given a week's detention to make up for her actions

You, coincidentally, had a teacher that absolutely loathed you for no reason at all. No matter how good of a student you were for him, he didn't care; he had a vendetta against you for some reason, and he patiently waited for the opportunity to ruin your day.

You came in literally 10 seconds after the bell rang, putting the breakfast sandwich you stopped to get on the way into your mouth so you could open the door. He was standing at the front with a smug grin on his face, and you already knew what was coming.

You were also given an ungodly sentence of a week's detention.

Turning Point

"If I see you on your phones, I'm taking them." The monitor informs before sitting at the desk, reclining in the chair and putting his feet up soon after. You sigh and lean back in your seat, attempting to find a way to pass the next two hours without getting in trouble. Your eyes scan across the room, eventually landing on Rosé, where she sits a couple rows away from you. Sunlight is streaming in through the window next to her, its golden rays peeking through the breaks in the clouds above to shine on her. She looks gorgeous as she doodles away in her notebook, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear when it falls in front of her face.

After waiting on the monitor to fall asleep and sending one last glance to double check, you quietly stand from your seat and go sit next to her.

You barely know each other, but she's your only hope of remaining sane and occupied.

"Hi," you greet, looking into her eyes.

"Hi," she copies, a tiny smile forming on her lips when she notices your impressed expression upon gazing down at her paper. You have to hand it to her -- she's really talented.

"You're really good," you compliment, still admiring the artistry. Seeing as how you're looking down, you fail to notice the blush that works its way to her cheeks. Coming from you, the simple remark meant a lot to her.

You spend the rest of the day making small talk and getting used to one another, leaving detention later with the hopes of sitting together again.

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The Next Day

"Hi again," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder to ensure that the coast is clear. The monitor is out like a light, with his mouth hanging open and an obnoxiously loud snore coming out.

"Hi," she giggles, watching as you dive into the floor for cover when the man shifts in his sleep. You thought he was waking up, and if he finds out you moved seats, he'll definitely have something to say about it.

"The coast is clear, cadet," she nods like a soldier, assuring you that it's okay to move back after a minute.

"That was close," you breathe out in relief, glad to live to see another day.

You share a laugh, though it has to be hidden behind your hands and kept a minimum. It's cute though -- like a little secret between the two of you, only for you to know.

"What're you drawing today?" You ask later, laying your chin in your palm as you gaze down at her work. Her reply comes out stuttered at first when she feels your leg innocently brush against hers under the table.

"D-dalgom. My friend's dog." She manages out, mentally smacking herself for looking like a fool.

You smile, thinking she's adorable. "I bet it'll be great," you encourage. She grins back as her eyes scan over your face, committing the memory of you to heart. She's always had a thing for you, ever since the time you were paired up in Biology last semester, so she's been enjoying detention more than she thought she would. Seeing you makes the time go by faster, though ironically, she wishes it would slow down a bit.

You make her feel appreciated for more than just what she's capable of producing, and the divide between you and her friend group is blaringly obvious. They like her because of the rush she can help them achieve; you like her because of her.

That thought persists in her mind for the rest of detention, and before she knows it, the monitor is releasing you again. She bends down to put her notebook in her bag when a thought pops into her mind: she wants to ask if you want to go to the park with her. When she's done zipping her bag up, she looks back up at you, only to find you on your phone, talking to someone.

"Yeah, mom. I'll stop by on the way home. So milk, cereal, ramen, and paper towels, right?"

She watches as you wait for a reply, tucking the phone into the crook of your neck as you move to write the list down on a spare piece of paper.

"Alright, love you, too. See you later." You hang up before looking back at Rosie. She looks a little down, and you have no idea why.

You pause for a moment, silently psyching yourself up for what you're about to ask. "This is gonna sound really strange, but do you want to come with me to the store?"

Her heart's pace increases at that, happy to know that you want to spend more time with her, just as she does with you.

"Actually, yeah. That sounds like fun."

You grin at her before spinning around and doing a little celebratory dance, which wins you a strange look from the monitor. You stick your tongue out at him before grabbing her hand and rushing out of the room, hearing his disapproval shouted after you.

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"Milk?"

"Check."

"Ramen?"

"Check."

"Cereal?"

"Nope."

You nod at her words, now reminded of what you were forgetting. You push the buggy towards the aisle of cereals, gazing around in wonder at the huge selection. Rosé is just the same, eyeing all of the options like a kid in a candy store. After grabbing your mom's favorite kind, you decide on one for yourself and bring it back to the cart. Rosie scoots her leg over, making room for them beside where she sits, reclined in the cart.

You grin when you see her eyeing a box of fruit loops. Huh; fruity. Go figure.

You wordlessly grab the box and hand it to her, feeling your heart melt when she looks up at you like you hold the key to the universe.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"No problem, Rosie." You say, putting your hands on the bar as you begin pushing the buggy again. "Now, I say we see how long it takes to get to the paper towel aisle. My last record was 30 seconds."

She looks at you, clearly impressed, with her eyebrows raised. Without question, she pulls her phone out and gets the stop watch feature ready to go.

"3...2...1... GO!" She shouts, commanding your legs to start pumping as you race down the long strip of store before you. A couple kids dart out of the way just before getting smacked into, quickly turning around and cheering you on as you charge forward.

Her giggles fill the air as you drift around a corner, shouting apologies to the lady you almost bumped into.

"Sorry ma'am!"

A few seconds later, chest heaving and legs sore, you come to a stop in the aisle, dramatically collapsing in a heap next to the buggy. Rosé checks her phone as she reaches down to poke you.

"22.18 seconds, champ," she declares victoriously, smiling when you magically regain enough energy to stand up and celebrate.

"Woohoo! Team Y/S/N (Your Ship Name) for the win!"

She laughs along at that, joining in on your celebration, but she's blushing like crazy on the inside.

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The Last Day Of Detention

Ever since your trip to the store, you and Rosé have grown closer and closer. You traded numbers and text occasionally, though nothing beats having her all to yourself for 2 hours straight with no distractions. She feels the same; when she's in class, she can't wait for the bell to ring and signal your reunion. Part of her wants to get in trouble again, just to see you more often.

So, as you'd expect, it's really no surprise that you're sat right in front of her again, telling jokes and asking about her day. You've grown a bit more bold with every step closer you've taken towards her heart, and now you reach down to intertwine your fingers with hers.

She happily accepts, even bringing your hand up to her lips to press a kiss to the back of it. She smiles against your skin after it, making butterflies take flight in your stomach. She's got you wrapped around her finger, and you don't even try to fight it anymore.

The sound of the classroom door opening alerts you, making her lower your hand. She doesn't let go of you, though, and that fact warms your heart for some reason. The squeaky hinges groan out again as the door opens wider, revealing about 4 or 5 people from the friend group that she hangs out with. They motion for her to sneak out with them, but she just shakes her head.

"Come on, Rosé!" They whisper-scream, offering her a way to freedom. Little do they know that she'd take this imprisonment over freedom any day, so long as you're by her side.

"No! Get out before he wakes up!" She whisper-shouts back, eventually convincing them to leave.

"Why didn't you go?" You ask once they're gone, toying with her fingers as your hands rest on the desk.

"Because I like spending time with you." She admits, letting her defenses down.

"I was hoping you'd say that," you smile, letting her know that you feel the same.

The Fallout

After detention, the two of you walked out of the school, hand in hand

"Would you maybe, I don't know... wanna go to the park with me?" She asks nervously, glancing up at you.

"You read my mind, Rosie." You smile at each other and head towards the parking lot.

You started hanging out more, and she distanced herself from her old crowd

You encouraged her to enroll in your school's art program and show her work that way

"You're really talented; it deserves to be seen."

Your support meant the world to her, and she never failed to let you know

"Thank you, Y/N. Having you behind me means the world to me."

At one of her art shows, where she was tasked with unveiling a new piece that she'd been working on for months, you got the biggest surprise of your life.

She created a mural of you, all decked out with every color of the rainbow, utterly gorgeous

She lit up when she saw your reaction

"This piece is titled 'Mine', which I hope the girl in it will soon be." She says into the microphone, looking at you with hope shining in her eyes.

You nod your head with a smile and walk up to her, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that was long-overdue. She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you in closer with her sweater-padded hands and kissing you again and again.

The crowd claps for you, happy to see such an ending.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Lisa

I couldn't choose between these two gifs so enjoy both for the price of one ^^^

Lisa Manoban: Cocky, smug, and self-assured. The dancer knew she was hot shit, and she wasn't afraid to show off.

You're all for people being confident and happy with themselves, especially when they're talented, but something about Lisa always seemed to rub you the wrong way.

Whether it be her lack of a filter or the arrogant swagger that she naturally exuded, you weren't sure. People wanted to either be her or be with her, but you fell into neither of those categories.

She always left you frustrated in one way or another, whether it be from her teasing or her witty comebacks

The teachers loved her, as did the students. She was the class clown, so her position was pretty sacred in the grand scheme of things

You, on the other hand, irritated her for other reasons. You were the only person she couldn't get to crack; you never gave into her charms, and it infuriated her to no end. She wasn't used to not getting what she wanted (as childish as that may seem) and having you, one of the most attractive girls at school, turn her down? Well that was a massive blow to her ego.

You weren't afraid to say your piece, and that both pleasantly surprised and upset her.

She constantly tried to flirt with you in class, but you knew it was all for the attention. She just wanted to make her friends laugh, which they always did.

"Y/N, come here babe. There's an empty seat next to me," she coos, batting her eyelashes as you walk in the door. It's a free day, so everyone is sitting with their friends, wherever they like.

"I'm good," you decline, deciding to sit against the wall beneath the large window of the classroom.

"Oooo, denied," Lisa's friends laugh at her this time, chuckling harder when she sticks her middle finger up at them.

"Yah, shut up," she says, nursing her bruised ego as she turns around and opens her phone.

You smile as you continue working on the homework you cracked open, scribbling an answer down onto the notebook paper in front of you. Your fingers glide over your textbook in search of the definition of the term you're on, and Lisa secretly watches from afar. Without realizing it, she grins when you light up upon spotting the answer.

Sometimes her flirting does work, though, and you turn into a blushing mess

*whistle* "Damn, Y/N. You're looking fine today," she exclaims, fanning herself. You worry that she doesn't really mean it, but when her eyes remain on you a second too long to just be friendly, you blush. She's taking in all of you, looking impressed all the while.

"Right back at you, Manoban." You wink, sitting down in your seat across the room. She lightly blushes back, though she does a good job of concealing it.

Considering you share a couple classes and the class sizes are relatively small, it was pretty likely that you'd end up paired together eventually

You weren't happy about it, especially not after the way she had acted that week. Her cockiness had been at an all time high as of late, leaving you frustrated and upset. She was so full of herself; all you wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off her face.

"Y/N, you'll be paired with Lisa," your photography teacher informs, pushing her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose.

"But Mrs. Ta--"

"Pairings are final," she cocks her head at you, persuading you to give in. With a sigh, you respond, "Yes ma'am," and attempt to ignore the sound of Lisa's friends high fiving each other in celebration.

The Turning Point

"My parents are gone for the rest of the week..." she says, holding the door open for you as you carry in your equipment. A hint of suggestiveness lies in it; she's alluding to exactly what you think she is, and you push her shoulder upon realizing it.

"Knock it off, Manoban."

"Okay, okay," she chuckles, listening to you for once. The surprise is clear on your face.

She leads you towards the backyard, where you set up one of your highest power cameras and turn it on. You have to create a gallery of different photos, all under the same theme. You both agreed to do a time-lapse of the sunset, and take pictures of the stars after.

Once she makes sure that the timer is set correctly and that the auto shut-off feature is enabled, she motions for you to follow her back into the house. You do, and she leads you into the kitchen.

"Do you want a snack?"

"Sure, do you have any ramen?"

She nods, quickly busying herself by bending down and searching through the cabinets. After she finds it, exclaiming a pleased, "Aha!", she tells you to go get comfortable in the living room.

Three minutes later, from your place on the couch, you begin to smell something burning. You scramble up and rush to the kitchen, only to find Lisa running around like a headless chicken, attempting to put out the small fire she started.

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO BURN RAMEN?" You shout, though your tone isn't angry. You're just very shocked, and loud about it. You push her away from the pot, albeit gently, and get the flames to go down relatively quickly. You turn the burners off and put the pot in the sink, leaning against the counter to recover from the adrenaline rush.

"Oops?" She asks more so that says, with a growing smile evident in her voice.

You shake your head and chuckle despite yourself, turning around to face her. "You can order a pizza now to make up for that." You point a finger at her, grinning stupidly when she presses the tip of hers to it.

"Your wish is my command, princess."

Thankfully you're already walking away as she says that, so she doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing you blush.

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"Lisa, I can't keep going." You groan out, sweat dripping down your face. The pizza you ate earlier is giving you a stomache ache, paired with the physical activity you're doing.

"Y/N, just a little longer, we're almost there," she huffs out, keeping her movements steady somehow. You're a mess by now, so you don't understand how she's still going.

A couple minutes later, the TV in front of you lights up, saying, "Awesome moves! You win!" as you collapse to the ground in a heap.

Why you agreed to play Just Dance with her after eating is beyond you.

"Good job," she compliments, grabbing your hand to high five herself with it.

"Yeah, yeah," you roll over, catching your breath.

She lays down beside you as you recover, telling jokes to hear that laugh that she loves so much. She prefers yours over anyone elses, so it's always such a reward when she gets you to crack up.

"We should probably head up now," she notes, realizing that the stars will be coming out soon. You agree, and she carefully helps you up.

"Here, I'll carry you," she turns, bending down so you can get on her back.

"Lisa, you can't carry me," you brush off, feeling insecurity bubble up again like it always does when you're offered a piggyback ride.

"Y/N, I promise that I can. Trust me," she reassures, looking into your eyes sincerely.

"Alright," you sigh, standing onto the couch to get on easier.

"See?" She asks, sliding her warm hands up your thighs to keep you secured against her. "I've got you, babe."

You tuck your head into the space between her shoulder and neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.

"I'm gonna punch you if you drop me," you whisper, feeling her laugh against you.

"Fair enough."

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Later, On The Rooftop

"Careful," she instructs, outstretching a hand to help you climb out the window. Her camera hangs around her neck, and she takes the cap off of the lense once you're both safely sitting on the roof.

"Wow," you sigh, gazing up at the sky in wonder. Her house is far enough away from the city that you're rewarded with a gorgeous view of the stars, unburdened by the industrial fog that hangs over the cosmopolis.

"It's beautiful out here," you say, looking back at her. You tense up a bit, not expecting her to already be looking at you.

"Sorry," she laughs at herself, looking away once she gets caught admiring you.

"It's okay," you reach down and gently squeeze her hand, making her blush lightly.

"Let's get started," you conclude, pointing at the camera. She nods, knowing that she'd never get the assignment done if you didn't step in to tell her to (considering she'd rather admire you), and she points the device to the sky.

After snapping a few pictures, she lays back in order to get a better vantage point of one of the star systems. She hands it to you after she's satisfied with her work, and you take your turn with it.

She notices that you keep brushing your hair out of the way when it falls in your face, so she decides to help you.

"Here," she says, saddling up behind you. She gathers your hair up, running her fingers through it to neatly pull it up for you. Thankfully she always keeps a spare tie on her wrist.

"Thanks," you smile, snapping another picture. The simple act warms your heart; she's being selfless for once, and helping you without even being asked. It's a refreshing change of pace.

"You're welcome." She chirps, sitting back down beside you.

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Later, In Her Bedroom

"Oh, I really like that one!" She says excitedly, pointing at the TV. Her phone, which is connected via Bluetooth and automatically receives pictures of her choosing from the camera, is displaying some of your best shots.

"Yeah, you did really well with that. I think we might beat everyone else if we use that as our cover piece."

Your compliment makes her momentarily shy, and she quickly realizes how much she loves your praise.

The two of you continue like that, reviewing the different pictures and choosing your favorites. She always finds ways to compliment yours, noting your technique or the filter you used, and it always makes you smile. She's different than you're used to, and it's throwing you for a loop, pleasantly surprising.

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Lisa steps out of the room to go to the bathroom a few minutes later, leaving her phone connected to the TV. A ding sounds out across the space, pulling your attention away from the stack of notes laid out before you. Your eyes dart up to the screen, reading the text message that appeared at the top of it.

Austin ⛓: "Dude, did you get into her pants yet? We're literally betting over here 😂"

You blink a few times as their words sink in, making your chest hurt. You were really beginning to believe that you had been wrong about Lisa; clearly, though, your instincts were right.

Feeling betrayed, you shove your folders back into your bag and stand from the chair, willing yourself not to cry. The sound of the sink turning on lets you know that she's almost done, so you hurry your movements and make your way towards the door. She steps out into the hall just as you exit her room, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's going on?" She asks with furrowed brows, approaching you. One of her hands lands on your arm, and you shrug it off as you brush past her without another word.

"Y/N, did I do something wrong?" She asks from the top of her staircase, watching as you walk towards her foyer.

"Why don't you ask Austin?" You bitterly call over your shoulder as you turn the knob, slipping out the front door. She hangs her head upon registering your words, realizing what must've happened. She makes a mental note to give him hell when she sees him again.

Tears sting your eyes as you exit the house, wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself. You should've known something like this would happen. The chilly night air bites at your skin, stealing more of its warmth away with every step you take. The temperature doesn't change your mind, though; you're upset, and you'd rather freeze out here than be face to face with her right now.

"Y/N, wait!" She calls after you, blasting out the front foor. Her footfalls sound off behind you, announcing her rapid approach, but you don't turn around. Realizing this, she darts in front of you, keeping you from walking any further.

"Please, don't go. He's an idiot, Y/N."

"He might he an idiot, but that doesn't take away what he said," you scowl, clenching your jaw. "Betting? Really, Lisa?" You ask quietly, hurt evident in your voice.

"It was a stupid thing they tried to convince me to do. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop them from talking once you and I were paired up. That's not what I want, though. I'm not just in it for that."

"How am I supposed to believe that? This is your M.O., Lisa."

"It's different with you, I don't know why." That's a lie; she knows exactly why you're different than anyone else she's flirted with in the past.

You stand there before her, silently weighing your options. After seeing the pleading look in her eye, her dark orbs full of sincerity, you relent. "Just take me home. We'll work on it another day," you compromise, allowing her in just enough to take you home, but not enough to stay at her place any longer. You're still weary after a text like that, and you will be for a while.

"Thank you," she breaths a sigh of relief, clasping her hands behind herself as you begin walking back to her house. She notices you shiver on the way, and she slips her jacket off without hesitation to cover you. Neither of you have to say anything; one glance from you is enough for her, and she's content knowing you're warm.

The Fallout

From there on out she was always honest with you and actually spoke out when her friends tried to do something stupid

She still remained the charming class clown that she naturally is, just getting rid of the not-so-nice parts of herself

You slowly let her regain your trust, little by little

She did nice things for you on the daily, whether it be holding the door, carrying your books, or offering to buy you some lunch

"Morning, Y/N. Wanna grab some breakfast?" She asks, moving her head to the side towards the café at the center of campus.

"Sure," you smile, laughing when she celebrates.

She invites you to her dance perfomances

When she goes to championships, you're always first on her list of invites

"I want you there." She declares, handing you the flyer.

"You've got it," you decide, knowing there's no where you'd rather be. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

At said championship, she won the highest title and claimed victory for your school

You joined the rest of the team on the stage to celebrate, congratulating the solo dancer on her achievement.

"I'm so proud of you, Lis--"

She suddenly kisses you, clearly high off her win. She pulls back when she realizes what she just did, a worried look on her face.

"Shit, I'm sorry." She looks between your eyes, attempting to gauge your reaction.

"Get your ass back here," you order, feeling butterflies take flight when she eagerly presses her lips to yours again, wrapping her arms around you to spin you.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" She mumbles against your lips.

You squint, pretending to think about it. "Maybe... or maybe not."

Her subsequent gasp is quickly muffled by your kiss, which she can't seem to get enough of.

[green-socks]

Endless Nights

Pairing: Benny Miller x gn!reader (no descriptions or pronouns)

Summary: You and Benny can't seem to get enough of each other's company. Could tonight be the night you find the courage to do something about that crush?

Words: 2,101

Warnings: Nudity but not the sexual kind, food/eating. Almost zero editing and a tired writer.

Notes: I don't always participate in Writer Wednesday, but when I do I take one look at the picture, get an idea and then go completely off the rails. Sorry. So the pic doesn't really have a lot to do with the rest of the fic but I hope that's okay. For this week's @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday, thanks for organizing it every week!

I had the idea for midnight shopping at the supermarket with Benny and then realized I didn't want the night to end there... So it didn't. I actually like this piece, even if it probably suffered a lot from my fast writing and non-existent editing. Reader is mentioned having shorter legs than Benny but other than that I think there are no descriptions or pronouns used of reader, lmk if I'm wrong.

MASTERLIST

You and Benny have been driving around aimlessly for a couple of hours already, taking turns in picking the music, and talking about this and that while sometimes falling into a companionable silence. It still amazes you how easy and comfortable everything is with him. You have never felt like this with a crush before, used to the feeling of always obsessing over what you felt like you could and couldn’t say or do, or spending a lot of time and energy into trying to figure out what the other thought.

No, with Benny you don’t have to pretend anything or force yourself to keep the conversation running in fear of those horrid awkward silences, because both of you know that you can talk for hours on end when the mood strikes. You met through mutual friends only a few weeks ago, but the connection was clearly there. As was the obvious mutual attraction.

Strictly speaking, though, you and Benny are just friends. Nothing has ever really happened to indicate otherwise in any case. But friends don’t usually try this hard to find any excuse just to hang out, nor do you stay up late every night talking to your other friends. And when you hang out in a group you always seem to gravitate towards one another. What’s more, somehow it always seems to be just the two of you left at the end of the night, often not even noticing the others leave.

Your interactions always border on the line of obvious flirting with your touches and already formed inside jokes, but neither of you ever dare do anything that couldn’t be brushed off as innocent behavior between friends. You guess you’re both just kind of scared to take the leap - you have been burned before, and so has he.

It’s not that you doubt your own feelings for Benny, or indeed his feelings for you. Even you have to admit that he does seem pretty interested in you, but you still wave away your friends’ squeals of “he’s totally in love with you!”, mainly not wanting to get your hopes up too much.

Because a small part of you still finds it a little hard to believe; someone so handsome and funny and kind wanting to be with you? What if he likes you, but just not as much as you like him? What if you were just a second choice for someone you really like until something better comes along - again? That scares you, both of you.

Tonight has been like many other nights lately; you had been to the movies with some of your friends, but after the movie ended you had been grasping at straws to come up with a way to continue the night so they (Benny) wouldn’t go home just yet. Benny had helpfully suggested just driving around and seeing if any ideas came to mind.

Santiago in turn had rolled his eyes at you two knowingly (making both you and Benny fluster and try to fake complete nonchalance) before saying good night and leaving with the others, who apparently didn’t feel the compulsive need to continue spending time together.

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The sun has gone down already but you two are still enjoying each other’s company too much to go home yet.

You end up in the 24/7 supermarket parking lot, craving a midnight snack. You are reminded of your teenage years, when you used to hang around different parking lots, popping into the store to buy a soda or a candy bar, spending all day outside with friends.

The only other customers doing their midnight shopping are tired people just off their shifts or young people staying up late just for the hell of it, much like you and Benny are, in fact. You wander around the huge store together, pointing out different products you’d like to try and reviewing stuff one of you already has tried.

Before long you realize that you have already spent almost forty minutes idly wandering around the supermarket, collecting new soda or chip flavors to test. Neither of you thought to grab a basket at the entrance, so your arms are starting to get a bit full.

“Benny, do you think this might be enough?” you ask while struggling to maintain your hold on the different bags of chips.

Benny looks back at you from where he is pondering over whether to get some ice cream. “Huh, I guess. I do still wanna get a sandwich, though!” he exclaims and promptly takes off in the direction of the deli counter where they sell sandwiches and salads left over from the day.

You try to keep up with his long strides, certain that you must look a bit comical half-running after a man with your hands full of treats. Oh, well. Benny often complains about how much focus it requires of him to “modify his steps” to fit your much shorter legs, and he always forgets about it when he gets excited.

When you catch up with him, he has already picked a sandwich for himself and one for you. “I got you salmon, that’s your favorite, right?”

“Yeah, thanks!” you say a little breathlessly after your speed-walk, taken that he remembers.

As you finally get to the cash register and start loading your stuff in your bag you see Benny sneak one more candy bar among the rest of your purchases. For someone in such good physical shape he sure does like his candy.

“Where to next?” Benny inquires as you get back to the car.

“Hmm, how about this one waterfront type swimming spot? It’s pretty secluded, has a pier, and there’s a nice view to the sea. I sometimes like to sit there on the cliffs to watch the sun go down,” you suggest, and offer him directions to the place.

It’s a short drive and you show Benny where to park his car. Even though it’s somewhere around 1 a.m. and the sun went down hours ago, the night is still light enough that you can easily see where you’re going and it doesn’t feel like you’re just sitting in the dark.

You settle down on the small pier with your sandwiches and sodas and chips and munch away happily.

Benny hands you the candy bar you saw him grab earlier at the cash register “for dessert”. It has a cheesy text on the packaging about giving this to someone special. He grins and shrugs, “I know you love these”.

It’s such a simple gesture but you can’t help feeling really flattered and even more smitten with him than you already were. You don’t read too much into the text on the packaging, but even the fact that he would buy you a candy bar he knows you love - just because - warms your heart.

(What you don’t know is that the candy bars have lots of different texts to choose from, and that Benny specifically picked “give this to someone special” instead of “give this to a friend”. There was also “give this to someone you love”, but Benny worried that might scare you off.)

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After you’re both done with snacking you try to think of what to do next, still reluctant to pronounce this night to be over, you get an idea.

“You know what I would really like to do right now?” you ask Benny, looking out over the water that looks so tempting. “Go swim,” you announce, turning to look at him.

“You don’t have a swimsuit with you, do you?” Benny asks, turning to look at you too.

“No… But there’s no one here,” you point out with your eyebrows raised in challenge.

Benny looks at you for a few beats with a blank expression on his face, before shrugging “Alright,” and throwing off his hoodie and t-shirt, jeans following next. “What are you waiting for?” he shouts over his shoulder as he jumps from the pier into the water.

You’re left sitting there with your mouth open, blinking rapidly as you try to catch up with the fast turn of events. Shaking your head, you stand up and shrug off your clothes before quickly running after Benny and getting into the refreshing water.

The night is still warm, and the water feels wonderful. You swim to catch up with Benny.

“You know, it’s pretty dark here but I’ve basically seen you naked now,” he remarks, waggling his eyebrows, and you snort with laughter.

“Benny, you’re not allowed to make me laugh in the water or I’ll drown,” you try to say sternly.

“Oh sweetheart, I wouldn’t let you drown,” he answers in a surprisingly serious voice.

Suddenly the energy between you is full of.. something. Something new and buzzing, sort of scary but also exciting. Something you can’t quite explain. You’re swimming around each other, looking at each other intently, but not daring to say anything that would break the moment and burst the bubble.

Someone else does that for you.

A couple of teenage girls, you’d guess around 18 years old, stumble on to the pier and immediately notice you two in the water. The other girl lets out a shriek and tightens her hold on the towel around her, and before you can even try to reassure them that everything is fine, they run off giggling and shrieking some more. Evidently, they had had the same idea for a nighttime swim but found the place already occupied.

“Yeahhhh, maybe we should put some clothes on before someone calls the police,” Benny suggests dryly.

You two climb out of the water giggling and grinning broadly. You don’t have any towels with you since you didn’t exactly plan this impromptu skinny-dipping session, but Benny gives you his hoodie to help keep you warm.

Sitting back down next to Benny you’re even closer together now than earlier, ever so slowly inching closer and closer to each other. Both of you think you could pass it off as huddling for warmth if the other were to question it, but somehow you know that won’t be an issue.

Soon enough you’re snuggling together on the waterfront overlooking the sea. You stay quietly like that for some time, maybe fifteen minutes, maybe more. It’s hard to tell when the world is so still and quiet around you.

Suddenly you think that this is it, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for. In all honesty you sort of enjoy the pining stage of new relationships, but right now you feel like you might burst if you keep these feelings inside you any longer.

You turn and burrow your head into the crook of his neck and decide that you will have to take the leap now. You start pressing gentle kisses on his neck and hear Benny’s breath hitch at the first contact of your lips on his skin. He goes still as a statue, but you can feel more than hear his unsteady breathing at your actions. You’re practically vibrating with nervous excitement as you work your way up to his jaw and towards his lips.

Taking one final deep breath you close your eyes, not daring to look at Benny in the eye right now, as you bring your lips to meet his.

The kiss is sweet and unhurried, and yet your head is swimming and your whole body is buzzing with it as you melt into each other. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt, which just proves that everything really is different - better - with Benny. You pull away when you find yourself quickly out of breath just from feeling so much.

You finally dare to open your eyes to find Benny gazing at you with a dazed expression that surely mirrors your own and you slowly beam at each other, not feeling the need for words just now. Maybe you couldn’t even find them if you tried.

You settle back against his chest and the two of you stay like that for the rest of the night, sometimes spending long moments just kissing each other, sometimes talking quietly, sometimes just enjoying each other’s presence.

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Around five in the morning, when the sun is already getting up, you finally start to really feel the need for sleep. But this time it doesn’t feel wrong to leave and go home, since you’ll be going home together.

Later that day you wake up to a good morning, sweetheart in Benny’s arms where you fell asleep on his couch, tired but happier than you’ve ever felt in your life.