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levi501ackerman · 6 months ago

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My Chance Has Come At Last | Hange x Reader Fluff

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Summary: AU where Levi, Hange, and Erwin go Miche's birthday party. There’s a shit ton of people and Hange sees you in the crowd. Hange thought you were too pretty to talk to her. She didn’t expect her shirt to be the conversation starter between you two. Lots of Dead by Daylight references and if you don’t play that game I hope you still enjoy the story. JUST PRETEND YOURE LEVI LISTENING TO TWO NERDS TRY TO TALK TO EACH OTHER!!

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Megan's Note: Song Correlation: "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out" by The Smiths. Posted: 5/17/24.

Hange exhaled with rage and felt charged to knock the living daylight out of Levi. They planned on pregaming at Erwin’s place before going to Miche’s birthday party. Hange didn’t plan on Levi spilling wine on her top.

“Run little man.” She said fed up, but light enough to get a laugh from the two.

“You can borrow a shirt,” Erwin said, leading Hange toward his room. Hange rolled her eyes at how clean Erwin’s room was except for the pile of laundry on the floor. There were notebooks, papers, and his laptop on his bed. “You can wear whatever one you feel comfortable in.”

“I almost want to force Levi to lend me one of his shirts, but the midget’s clothes would just look like cropped tops on me,” Hange said.

“I heard that,” Levi called from the other room. Erwin closed the door to his room. Hange couldn’t count the amount of preppy polos Erwin had. Almost as if he bought the same shirt in ten different colors. He had some normal solid-color t-shirts, a few band shirts, and graphic tees. Hange felt a ping of excitement when she saw her favorite shirt of Erwins. It was a black Dead by Daylight shirt, with Ghostface from Scream taking a picture of himself and the character he’s killing: Leon from the Resident Evil games. In the back was an original DBD character named Thalita squatting and trying to get her plumped butt in the background. There was an injured Steve from Stranger Things in the background alongside another character Cheryl Mason in her Princess Heart outfit from Silent Hill 3. Hange always gushes over Erwin’s shirt when he wears it. She loved the game, but Erwin never was on at the same time Hange wanted to play. When she walked out, Erwin started shaking his head.

“I should’ve known—”

“All thanks to Levi I get to wear this shirt!”

“Hange, I want that shirt back.”

“But of course!”

“I mean it.”

From the outside of Miche’s house, the three could already hear chatter and music playing. They could tell a lot of people have been drinking and having a good time. Levi opened the door and a table along the entryway had a ton of presents stacked. Some people they recognized were playing the drinking game rage cage and on the other side of the room were some others talking to each other. Miche noticed the three entering and left the rage cage table.

“You made it!” He said with open arms and a pink-tinted face.

“Happy birthday, Miche!” Erwin said, handing his gift to Miche.

“Thank you! Thank you! You can just set it on the table.” Hange and Levi set their presents on top of others on the table. “Do you want watermelon margaritas? Nanaba’s making them! Really refreshing.” Miche guided them toward the kitchen. “Or do you want to start off with a shot?!”

“Only if it’s tequila!” Miche clapped Erwin on the shoulder.

“That’s my man!” He said with a large smile taking up his flushed face. Nanaba greeted the three over the loud music. Then she started blending the margaritas. Miche poured three shots, leaving Levi out who was the designated driver. Miche gave Levi a large solo cup filled with sprite instead. Hange noticed there was another table playing normal beer pong outside and she could only see through the glass doors one side of the table. She saw Christa and Sasha as one of the teams playing. They held their tiny solo cups and Levi's normal size together and told Miche Happy Birthday then they all swallowed their drinks.

“Nanaba, I’ll take a margarita,” Hange said.

“Coming right up, ma’am!” Nanaba poured the cold drink into a small plastic cup. Nanaba handed more margarita-filled cups to her friends. Pouring more for anyone who wanted one. She took a sip and noted how dangerous this margarita was because it was delicious.

“Wow Miche you were right! It’s refreshing. Nanaba you’re quite the mixologist!” Hange said.

“Hey look who it is!” Connie and Eren greeted the three. They all hugged and said their hellos. Eren and Connie started catching up with Erwin and Levi when she noticed behind them Sasha and Christa started coming through the door. Behind the two was Armin and a really beautiful girl Hange never had seen before. You. She couldn’t take her eyes off you. Your hair looked perfectly placed, your eyes looked so lovely and your eyebrows were full. Hange found your bored expression intimidating, yet she wanted to see what you looked like when you smiled. She hypothesized that you might be like Levi where you look standoff-ish without a smile on your face. You looked like a healthy and fit girl. Hange would describe your outfit as preppy with a nice-fitting light blue sweater, white pants, a brown belt, and white shoes. You looked very clean. She wouldn’t be able to pull off your outfit. Hange normally wore a ton of long-sleeved polos thanks to her job’s uniform. You were too pretty for her and you were the type to admire from afar and never get a chance with. Hange wanted a chance with a girl like you.

Hange stuck by Levi’s side most of the night talking to familiar people she knew, but she couldn’t help but always glance over to the area of the room where you, Sasha, and Christa chatted. Even when Hange joined a game of rage cage she tried her best to never miss getting the ball in a cup in case you happened to be watching. Since Erwin was next to Hange, he kept having to drink because of Hange playing so well. Dirk, Nanaba, Connie, Armin, Jean, Eren, Mikasa, Miche, and Hange would holler and make a lot of ruckus when Erwin had to drink. It became so entertaining that the rest of the room watched the rest of the game. Erwin ended up getting the bitch cup and everyone was happily chanting, “Drink! Drink!” Even Levi was amused with how Hange managed to get Erwin fucked up.

“I’m not standing next to Hange in the next game.” Erwin coughed which drew out a burst of laughter from the group.

“Let’s go another round!” Eren said started refilling a small amount of white claw in the solo cups. The group cheered and Erwin sat in a chair next to Levi who was leaning against the wall.

“Hange are you playing again?” Armin asked and Hange shook her head.

“I’ll sit this one out.” She scooted Levi over and stood in between him and Erwin.

“You’re too good, Hange!” Mikasa yelled.

“Anyone that stands next to you is going to get fucked up!” Miche yelled.

“SASHA! GET OVER HERE AND PLAY RAGE CAGE!” Jean yelled. Hange looked in your direction, but Sasha coming toward the front room blocked you from Hange. You and Christa followed, Hange glanced away not wanting to reveal herself staring at you. As if one glance from her could reveal that she’s been watching you all night.

“That’s too much tequila!”

“The big cup needs more white claws!”

“Add lemonade to not make it so disgusting!”

“The fuck?”

“I’m playing one round and then we’re heading out!”

“STOP POURING TEQUILA!”

“We could add margaritas!”

“Holy shit the alcohols kicking in!” The room was getting louder and louder and everyone was talking over each other. Another round of the game was going and the excitement started to build again. Erwin was sitting in his chair dazed. Levi was going to have to carry the man back to his place. Hange started to get tipsy, her vision was getting worse causing her to blink so much.

“Oh my gosh! You play Dead by Daylight?! I love Dead by Daylight!” A sudden loud voice scared Hange causing her to bump into the wall behind her. She became more frightened when she saw you standing too close to her and looking up at her with wide eyes and a huge smile. Your eyebrows raised slightly anticipating Hange’s answer. Hange was tense because of how close you two were. Levi nudged Hange.

“Uh yeah.”

“I’M OBSESSED! I play nearly every day and I am ADDICTED! But I can’t help it! I typically like to run gen rushing builds, but lately, I’ve been using ‘For the People’ with ‘Buckle Up’. I’m a survivor main! What do you play!?” Hange blinked. She didn’t think she was drunk, but you were talking too fast and she was thinking too slow. Perhaps Hange couldn’t think straight when a straight goddess who apparently plays her favorite game was standing inches from her.

“Yeah, I play.”

“Do you play survivor or killer more!?”

“I switch.”

“Tell me who you play when you play survivor or killer!” Erwin laughed at Hange blowing her chance to annoyingly nerd out about Dead by Daylight. Cheering from the rage cage table was in the background for Hange. Hange was lost in your hopeful and glowing eyes, this was her chance to take you all in and she was drowning in your attractiveness. She noticed how the light blue of your sweater enhanced your pretty hair.

“W-Well—um—I find infinite tombstone Michael Myers fun! But Billy or Wesker is my go-to.” You squealed and shook Hange by her biceps.

“I LOVE GOING AGAINST TOMBSTONE DADDY MYERS! GRAB MY NECK!” Hange became red and not from the alcohol. “Who do you play as a survivor!?!”

“Kate or Felix, sometimes Steve—wait what’s your name?” You backed away and suddenly had this closed-off demeanor. You held out your hand politely.

“My name’s Y/N,” You said with an inside voice as if you were greeting your boss. Hange shook your hand, noting how soft they were.

“I’m Hange. Who do you main?” You pointed at a character on Hange’s shirt. Hange’s stomach tightened when you pressed a finger against her.

“Cheryl with the Princess Heart skin of course! Sometimes I play bunny Feng or Leon.”

“You look like a person who mains Princess Heart Cheryl.”

“I actually remade the costume for Halloween last year!” You wiped out your phone and Hange suddenly remembered she was in a house at a party. She looked to Levi who gave her a smug expression, which she ignored. Erwin was too drunk and too baffled to actually be processing that Hange was pulling a girl with the t-shirt he lent her. You showed the costume to Hange. Your skirt was so short, but for homemade it looked pretty well done. “I bedazzled the heart myself! It took the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy!”

“Really wow, you look really good.”

“Extended version too.”

“Wow.”

“So you play often?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’d say I’m pretty good at looping.”

“Give me your discord.” You demanded.

“What?”

“Don’t act like you don’t have discord.” You pushed Hange’s shoulder

“Right, uh I always forget um its—”

“Give me your number then. I like your glasses, by the way, they’re cute.” You thrust your phone into Hange’s space and Levi chuckled. Hange hesitantly took your phone and put her number in, trying not to show she was shaking. She admired how forward you were. Hange was always nervous talking to pretty girls and especially struggled with gorgeous girls like you. “We need to play together!”

“Yeah, that would be fun.”

“You better message me your discord user when you remember it.” You said walking away from the three. Hange exhaled for the first time in probably a while. She was so tensed from your presence. Hange watched you walk toward Sasha and Christa who were ready to leave. Miche was hugging them and thanking them for coming over.

“What a dweeb,” Levi said.

“Hey, she's the most gorgeous dweeb I’ve ever met!”

“I’m talking about you four-eyes. Unbelievable how you managed to get a girl’s number because of that stupid video game you play. Not only that you didn’t bite the bullet and ask her to lunch or something.” Levi said and Hange was on a high, replaying what she could remember of the conversation she just had.

“That’s a dead by daylight perk!” Hange said, referring to when Levi said ‘bite the bullet’.

“You idiot. Go ask her out to lunch tomorrow or something.” Levi started pushing Hange. “Do it before she leaves.”

“Okay! Okay! You’re strong for being so short!” Hange followed Sasha, Christa and you going out the door. Hange caught the door before it closed. She stepped out into the cold air noting how quiet it was outside compared to the house. “Y/N?” You turned around.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” Hange asked, not being able to hide her nervousness. Sasha and Christa turn around watching. You stepped closer to Hange getting too close to her again, which just turned her brain off.

“No, I’m not . . .”

“Well, I think you’re drop-dead gorgeous and I’d like to get to know you more. Maybe like over lunch tomorrow?” Hange blurted.

“Let’s do it.” You said. “Goodnight, Hange.” You waved and Hange’s heart was beating loudly. She couldn’t believe she scored a date with an extremely cute girl who liked the same game she played. Hange didn’t mind anymore that Levi ruined her shirt with wine.

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dartlekey · 10 months ago

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One scoop, two scoop, girl scoop, boy scoop

written for @strangerthingsocweek | rated T | 1486 words cw implied sexual harrassment, misgendering, period-typical homophobia

When Steve returns from the back with a new tub of ice-cream, Robin tears her eyes away from the entrance of Scoops Ahoy to suggest, "You ready to shoot your shot again, Harrington? Or should I take this one?"

Steve picks the empty container out of the display case without looking, slotting the new container in with ease as surveys the shop, then turns back to Robin with a confused squint. "There's no one here," he tells her, which Robin only doesn't roll her eyes at because he did just literally come out of the back.

"Nah, over there, by the planter," she explains, nodding vaguely towards the walkway in front of Scoops. "She's walked past here, like, twice, slowly, and now she's just - staring at us. She's definitely coming in here, as soon as she works up the nerve. Though I'm not quite sure what she's so scared of."

Steve looks out at their potential customer. Then he looks back at Robin. "Buckley, that's a teenage boy."

Robin does roll her eyes this time, very pointedly, before turning away from Steve and back to a slim figure in men's jeans and an oversized polo, banged up sneakers and a light brown mullet much like Steve's, except this one fans wide instead of high. A round face with tired blue eyes, a paper note in a calloused hand. Looking at the other girl makes Robin giddy - she's never had the guts to dress so masculine, but she's always wanted to. Never thought she'd see someone like this in Hawkins.

There's no way she can explain this to the King of the Heteros, but knowing for sure he'll get rejected again delivers its own kind of satisfaction. "No, she's not," Robin says derisively. "Look at the shirt. She works at A&D's, you know, the women's clothing store on the ground floor?"

Steve frowns. "A teenage boy could be working at a women's clothing store. Don't be sexist."

If this were anyone but Steve Harrington, Robin would be impressed by their open-mindedness, but he's probably only saying that to be contrarian. Or get in her good books. Both kind of icky, really. "Work there, yeah - but not running the place. I've seen her lock up at night, open in the mornings. She instructs the other girls on how to dress the mannequins, which dressing racks to put in front of the windows. Face it, Steve, that's a woman - but, to be fair, from the way you've been striking out, you don't know much about women, do you?"

Steve looks so offended it takes everything in Robin not to burst out laughing. "Excuse you?", Steve says hotly, "I am very knowledgeable about women, and you know what? I'll prove it to you, once she's - oh, shit."

Apprently, she's finally decided to walk into Scoops, shoulders hunched and eyes sharp as she approaches the counter. Robin stares unashamedly, trying to commit everything about her appearance to memory - she's not attracted to A&D girl (unfortunate though that may be, because she's probably never getting another chance like this), but Robin is drawn to her all the same. Like recognizing like, and all that.

Steve doesn't recognize shit, though. "Hey there, beautiful," he purrs, twirling his scoop in that way which would be impressive if Robin hadn't seen him fumble it twenty plus times while practicing, even smacking himself in the face once. "No need to be shy; if you're unsure of what to get I'll be happy to guide you to a more, uh… unconventional flavor. My name's -"

"Steve Harrington," their customer interrupts, voice surprisingly soft, "I know. Though I was not aware your flavor included guys."

Oh, Jesus. Robin was wrong. Robin was super wrong, which is extremely disappointing but also sort of morbidly funny, because Steve immediately turns pale as a sheet.

"Oh, I'm - oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -"

A&D guy allows himself a small grin, half amused, half - resigned, almost. "Don't worry about it. I suppose you weren't technically wrong yet, I was just being a little mean."

Steve looks about as confused as Robin feels. "Yet? I'm - what? Are you a guy or not?"

And A&D guy… shrugs. Actually shrugs, like he doesn't really know either, and doesn't particularly care. "In my experience, other people have a lot stronger opinions on that than I do, so I just let them decide. I only ask for consistency in return, because trading pronouns all the time gets messy fast. So, uh," he clears his throat, and fidgets with the note in his hand. "You assumed I was a woman, so to you, I am one. Might not want to flirt with me anymore, though, I'm pretty sure I'm not your type."

Steve blinks. Swallows, blinks again. Then, much to Robin's surprise, he says, "Fuck it. Okay, sure. What's one more tally on the board, right, Buckley? And what can I get for you…?"

"Kicks," the - person in front of the counter says, shoulders relaxing marginally. "Kicks Maguire," which, alright, is a sick-ass name, and Robin can respect commitment to the bit when it's coming from such an obviously queer person. "And I have a list, it's, uh - each scoop in a separate cup, please, and that's uh, chocolate, chocolate again, strawberry, vanilla, caramel, and lemon."

"Wow, someone's hungry," Robin can't resist joking as she waves Kicks over to the register, and when Kicks laughs Steve fumbles his second chocolate scoop, dropping it back into the container with a curse. "No, this is for the entire team," Kicks explains, "my coworkers. They've been working hard, thought they deserved a treat."

Aw, that's sweet. Robin subtly skims a quarter off the total, then quips cheekily, "What, and none of them wanted to help you carry their prize back to home base?"

Kicks' eyes flicker to Steve for just a second before returning to Robin, and his - her? No, his, Robin decides, his smile is still perfectly friendly as he forks over a few bills, but Robin is sharper than a lot of people give her credit for. "Nah, I just told them I could handle it."

"Handling it, huh," Robin muses, dropping the change in Kicks' outstretched hand. "Is that why you were messing with Steve, then? Punishment for making your girls uncomfortable?"

Kicks' eyes widen visibly, and Steve freezes in his movement. "What? Hey, is that true?"

Kicks shrugs uncomfortably. "Not everyone wants to be flirted with when they're just getting ice cream, Harrington," he says, voice carefully neutral, but Steve still looks like a kicked puppy. "I didn't mean to -"

Then he frowns, shakes his head. "But I did. I did make those girls uncomfortable, even if I didn't mean to. I'm really sorry Kicks, I - they're probably not gonna want to see my face, but could you tell your girls my sincerest apologies?"

Kicks looks kind of stumped, which Robin can relate to. "Yeah, I - I can do that. Yup. Sure. I'll just head out then, uh, Steve and -"

"Robin," Robin fills in the blank, "Robin Buckley."

Kicks shoots her a quick, nervous grin. "Robin. You should come by the shop, sometimes. Even if we don't have a men's section."

His eyes dart back to Steve again, then away, and he grabs the tray with ice-cream they prepared for him. Steve frowns after him when he walks away, gaze lingering thoughtfully on the curve of his back. "He said that to you, right? That's weird. What would you be doing in the men's section?"

Robin shoots him a tight-lipped smile. "I don't know, Harrington. Tell me, though, which part of the men's section do you get your lip gloss and hairspray from?"

Steve turns an adorable shade of pink and huffs, "Yeah, yeah, point taken. Whatever."

He still keeps his eyes on Kicks' retreating form, and so does Robin. Kicks just makes for such an odd contradiction - he's so casual about his disregard for gendered expectations, self-assured and easy about it in a way that makes you agree with him, because why wouldn't you? And yet, at the same time, there's this caution about him, a smallness, like he wants nothing more than to disappear into the background. A hyperawareness of his surroundings that Robin knows from herself, the craving and the fear to be other inextricably linked.

And yet he sticks to his guns, stubborn and open. Robin always thought to be publicly other you'd have to be loud and bold, someone like that Sinclair girl that keeps bugging her for free samples, or like Munson from her drama class. She likes this quiet self-assuredness, though, this stubborn persistence in spite of the fear, not for a lack of it. Maybe she will check out A&D's sometime. If only to find out how Kicks gets his hair to defy gravity like that, because like hell she's asking Steve.

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obxone · 2 years ago

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Assumptions (Part 4)

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The Island Club is your destination for the day as you fill in for a friend that is out sick with strep throat, likely caught by one of the kids you are overseeing on the beach. Shading the sun from your eyes with your hand, you giggle as the preteen boys play a fierce game of volleyball, nearly taking each other out while trying to show off for the cluster of girls watching them.

“Well, look who it is,” Rafe’s voice calls from behind you, and you turn to see him walking toward you. Kelce and Topper stand on the golf course a few meters back. Both smirking at you as Rafe gets closer and closer. You look him over, white and blue striped polo, pressed khaki shorts, white cap, and golf shoes that probably cost more than your car. His golf club rests up against his shoulder as he strolls toward you.

“I’m working,” you respond once he is close enough, and you turn back to watch the kids. “Something you might try.”

“Right,” he scoffs before looking at you. His gaze drags over you in your Island Club summer camp uniform that consists of tempo shorts and a t-shirt that reads Summer Haven. His eyebrows scrunch together. “Working?”

You crack a smile before looking at the sand beneath your feet. “Summer Haven.”

“You work at Summer Haven too?”

“As a fill-in when they are short-staffed.”

He chuckles. “Didn’t see that coming.”

You shrug. “I like kids, and it lets me hang out in air conditioning or on the beach while getting paid.” You turn your face to look at him. “You should join the staff.”

“Right,” he snorts. “I don’t like kids.”

“Not surprised in the least.”

He shakes his head at you while trying to hide his smile. “That is an insult I know it.”

“Oh, it is,” you agree. “You probably barely tolerated Wheezie when she was younger.”

He shakes his head before knocking his elbow against yours. “Why are you being mean to me?”

“You started it,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your waist.

“How?”

“By existing.”

“You are so funny,” he mocks before his hand is on your waist, guiding you closer. Your shoulder brushes his chest as he stares down at you. His expensive cologne masks the scent of sunscreen that still lingers on you. The heat of his touch burns through the cotton of your t-shirt, and you are aware of how this could look. You open your mouth, but he beats you to it. “When we were kids, they said when someone was mean to you it meant they had a crush on you.”

You roll your eyes. “So you crush on all the pogues?”

“Touché,” he mutters, a smile toying at his lips. His fingers squeeze against you like you are his lifeline.

“Is that your boyfriend?!” One of the twelve old girls asks loudly, smirking at you and Rafe.

“Breezy has a boyfriend!” Her companion cheers.

You laugh, shaking your head and pressing your hand against Rafe’s chest to create space between you.

“Who the hell is Breezy?” Rafe questions.

You laugh more, resting your hand on his arm as you try to calm yourself. He shakes his head, fighting a smile at your amusement.

“I’m Breezy, it is my summer camp name,” you offer before squeezing his arm. “Because I make their days easy breezy.”

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles, shaking his head as he looks down at his shoes. “You are so corny.”

You sigh before shoving him away from you playfully. “I didn’t pick it, Mr. Cameron. They did.” You gesture to your group of kids, all gaping at you and Rafe now. A few make kissing motions and noises while some stare. “You should go before they start posting us on Instagram.”

“All right,” he says, his hand skimming your back. “Find you later?”

“Maybe,” you tease. “Bye, Rafe.”

“Bye, Baby.”

The growing cluster of girls all share a high-pitched shriek, and you blush before shaking your head at him and mouthing asshole at him. He laughs, you smile a little before he goes back to playing golf, and you try to distract the others.

— — — —

Day camp ends, and you are ready to change into regular clothes after signing the last kid out. You close the now-empty event room where the staff and children camp out during pickup hours to see Rafe coming down the hall.

“Rafe Cameron,” you smile at him, leaning back against the door.

“Beautiful.”

“Oh my god,” you mutter, and he laughs before his hands rest against the door on either side of you, effectively caging you.

“Ready for our date?”

“Will you ever let that go?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “No.”

You frown at him before patting his chest. “I have to go.”

“The Wreck?”

“No. Meeting my mom for dinner.”

He lowers his arm to let you pass, but as soon as you try, he snags you by your waist, dragging you back. “Can I come, Breezy?”

“Rafe…”

He smirks before pressing his forehead to yours. “I’ll behave.”

“I bet you would,” you whisper while pushing your hands to his chest. “But no, I have not seen my mom all week, and she is not exactly your biggest fan with all the fighting and beating the crap out of my friends.”

He frowns. “Your mom knows about that?”

“Who do you think patches JJ up half the time?”

“Fuck,” he exhales, and you smile weakly.

“Thank you for offering,” you whisper before pressing your lips to his cheek. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

He lets you go, and you walk away, only glancing back once to see him observing you. His hand raked through his hair, a small smile on his face.

— — — —

It has been a week of no Rafe sighting. Part of you wishes he has gotten the message and moved on to some pretty kook girl, but another part of you is disappointed at the thought of him being deterred so easily. That part of you causes you a little anxiety. You could not possibly be falling for Rafe Cameron's charm. There is no possibility of it happening.

Tonight is a pogue night at the Boneyard. Another kegger. You laugh as Peeler tells you a story about another pogue and a fishing net incident at the docks. She animates his face, and you can not help but laugh a little louder. However, that fades out when her face shifts to one of annoyance after her gaze drifts to something over your shoulder.

You turn to see the Death Squad together, solo cups in hand and near the fire. Kelce and Topper’s attention is elsewhere, but Rafe is staring at you. His gaze flickers to Peeler and then back to you. Your heart races a little, and your hand tightens around your cup. He is here, and his attention is still on you. Good or bad? You are not sure yet.

“What does the Kook Prince want?” She asks.

“No clue,” you respond before touching her arm. “I should find the others. Thanks for the story. That was great.”

“Anytime.” She grins before giving you a hug. “I miss hanging out with you.”

“We’ll do it again soon,” you promise before leaving her to go in the opposite direction of Rafe. You spot Kie and Pope in the distance, along with JJ and a tourist making out by the water. John B is nowhere in sight.

“Hey,” Rafe calls, you stop and turn to look at him as he advances through the clusters of people to get to you. His free hand locates yours. His touch is a whisper across your wrist and forearm. “I’ve missed you. How are you?”

“I’m good,” you respond, looking around to see if anyone has noticed the kook and pogue together. “You?”

He shrugs. “I’m glad I came. It’s been a week since Summer Haven.”

“I know.”

He purses his lips. “Why?”

“I told you I was busy.”

He frowns, shifting on his feet a little. “Are you avoiding me again?”

“No.” You whisper before meeting his gaze again. “I worked a few extra shifts at The Wreck to cover my car repair, and then I found a new book series.”

Humor lights up his eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth for a moment before exhaling. “Can we go talk somewhere?”

“I don’t think so, Rafe.”

“Why not?”

You frown. The desire to touch Rafe consumes you, but you reframe even though he has not stopped touching you. His fingers brush over your wrist and forearm consistently.

“You know why.”

The annoyance surfaces on his face before he leans in. His lips are next to your ear. “Is this because of your friends?”

You inhale sharply when his lips brush against your jaw before going back to your ear. Your mind clouds from his touch and cologne as it seems to wrap around you like a blanket.

“Because I can keep a secret.”

“Rafe,” your voice quivers, and your hand presses to his chest, trying to push him back a few inches so you can think. “That…”

“Please.”

Your eyes flutter close as his hand moves from your arm to your waist. His touch burns through the linen dress you are wearing. You tip your face towards his. Your body betrays you as it attempts to give in to him.

“I can’t,” you hear yourself say before you pull away from him and take a step back. His touch falls away, and he groans. “Sorry, Rafe.”

You leave him where he stands before pushing through the crowd towards the parking lot after you hand your still half-full beer to an already tipsy tourist who takes it with glee. You do not notice that he has followed. His legs are longer than yours as he closes the distance between you within seconds. He pulls you to a stop with his hand on your wrist, and you turn to look at him. Eyes wide in surprise.

“What are you-?”

But your words are silenced by him and his soft lips on yours. His hands cup your face as he kisses you. You stand frozen for a moment, your brain short-circuiting before you snap to attention and kiss him back. Your hands trail up his arms and down to his abdomen. Your fingers tangle in the cotton material when his tongue brushes against your lip. The kiss deepens, and he groans, his fingers intertwining through your hair, and the other hand remains on your face. His thumb brushes back and forth over your cheek, and it sends sparks of heat across your face.

Once the kiss ends, you step back, your chest rising and falling rapidly for air, and from the electricity in the kiss. Rafe's eyes cloud with desire as he stares at you. His arms are down by his side as he waits for a verbal reprimand or a request for more.

You shake your head, trying to clear your mind as you brace your hands against your stomach to quiet the butterflies from within.

“Please tell me this is some sick joke!”

You turn to see Kie, Pope, and JJ all gawking at you. Kie looks on in anger, but the other two watch with eyes wide from shock. Your swollen lips part in surprise before you turn back to Rafe, whose demeanor has pivoted to the one you know all too well.

“He kissed me.”

“She kissed me back,” he says simply. “She was not exactly pushing me away was she?”

“Rafe!” You scold, and he chuckles.

“What Baby?”

“Baby?!” JJ asks, his face screwing up in disdain. “What the hell is that?”

“Nothing,” you say as you shift closer to them. The awareness of how this looks sets in. They had seen you on the beach with him, they saw you walk away, and Rafe had followed, and now you are in a dimly lit parking lot, hidden amongst the vehicles kissing. “Kie, he followed me out here, and he kissed me.”

“I saw him follow you, which is why we came after you,” she says glancing at Pope and JJ, who both nod in unison. "We were worried."

“She asked me to kiss her,” Rafe’s tone is casual, and you turn to glare at him. His hands are in his pockets as he leans back against an SUV. “I wanted to in front of everyone, but she asked me to meet her here to keep the secret.”

“He’s lying,” you whisper, turning back to your friends. “I swear.”

JJ looks at you as Pope and Kie seem to share a silent conversation.

“J,” you say. “Please believe me.”

“I do,” he responds, shifting to stand between you and Rafe. His blue eyes are like fire as he glares at Rafe, his jaw clenched in anger before his next words rock your world. “I heard him a few weeks ago at the Island Club, he made a bet with Kelce and Topper.”

“A bet?!” Kiara's attention snaps to the current conversation shift.

He looks away from you to Rafe. “He bet them that he could get her to fuck him by the end of the summer for $5k. $10k if she did before the Midsummer party."

“Holy shit,” Pope mumbles. Kiara's jaw drops in shock at JJ's confession.

“Are you kidding me?” You question, your voice hollow, and look at Rafe. His face is expressionless as he stares back at you. Your hands ball into fists so tight, your nails dig into the soft skin of your palms. “A fucking bet!”

He shrugs. Cold emotionless kook prince Rafe Cameron emerges and it makes your heart ache. “So?”

“Oh my god, I’m going to be sick.” You try to focus on your breathing as Kie touches your back in comfort. “Get me out of here, now, please?”

“Come on,” she urges you towards her car. “We’ll go to my house.”

You nod, closing your eyes for a moment. Rafe calls your name, but you ignore him knowing that JJ will not let him near you. You do not meet his gaze again or even have the urge to look at him as the butterflies that had previously fluttered in your stomach evaporate. Your stomach twists as you leave the Boneyard behind, and you try to concentrate on your surroundings instead of the turmoil raging inside you at the idea of being played by Rafe Cameron.

Part V

#outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #outer banks rafe cameron #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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steven1123x · 8 months ago

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A Half-Gem Boy’s Adventures In The Creek; Chapter two

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A portal opened up by their new house, A pink lion jumped out carrying a brown-skinned girl with black eyes, she wore a white polo shirt and gray jean shorts, she also wore white Converse. The girl dismounted from the lion and petted him, Lion looked at the girl, yawned, and fell asleep.

The girl — Connie Maheswaran looked at her phone, she got the right address. She saw that Greg's van was parked in the driveway, Connie then knocked on the door.

Steven was playing his GameCube in the living room, he was playing Super Smash Bros with his dad.

“Beat you again!” Steven said, Greg smiled as he ruffled his fluffy hair. A knock was heard again, Steven got up, ran to the door, and opened it. He froze when he saw his friend standing there, the Lion in the background now chasing a butterfly.

“Connie!” Steven said as he hugged her, Connie hugged the boy back and smiled.

“Steven!” she smiled, then broke the hug, they held hands for a few seconds and let go. “Connie…” he said, trying to find words. “W-What are you doing here? I thought you were training or something!”

Connie moved some of her hair out of her eye and smiled. “Well, I asked Pearl to take the day off today, so I decided to go to Maryland on Lion,” she said, Steven smiled, he wanted to jump for joy at that moment! Steven had missed his best friend, Steven grinned, and then A long-haired man in a tank top and shorts walked up, and he had a smile on his face.

“Hi, Mr. Universe!” Greg waved.

“Aren’t you supposed to be heading out to the Creek, kiddo?” Greg asks.

Connie was now interested, she talked with Steven about the Creek over the phone but she had never seen it in person, she wanted to meet all of Steven’s new friends he’d made over the last two days coming here.

“Let’s go!” Steven said Connie and Steven went out of the house, Steven got on Lion’s back, and So did Connie. Steven guides Lion to the Creek, Connie’s eyes widen as she sees a forest filled with trees and well — A creek. They stopped at The Traiding Tree where Kit was trading snacks and other things to kids.

“Steven….” she breathed, not believing what she was seeing. There were kids of all shapes sizes and ages. Connie dismounted and walked to The Trading Tree following Steven.

“Hey, Steven!” Kit smiled. Steven smiled and waved, he got two items out of his pocket — A topper toy that he’d got at the bottom of a cereal box, and a small toy truck he’d found at the creek.

“Alright, Steven. What would you like?”

“Do you have Cookie Cats?” Steven asked. They’d stopped making them in Beach City, but he wondered if they had them here.

“Yes, I do!” Kit said, Steven’s eyes lit up as she opened the cooler and grabbed two packs of Cookie Cats. Steven thought he was dreaming when he saw the ice cream sandwich-shaped cat in his hands. Steven handed the other one to Connie. Steven opened the wrapping and took a bite.

“This is SO GOOD!” he yelled out. Then Steven sang his cookie-cat song.

"Oh, he's a frozen treat with an all-new taste

'Cause he came to this planet from outer space

A refugee of an interstellar war

But now he's at your local grocery store

Cookie Cat

He's a pet for your tummy

Cookie Cat

He's super duper yummy

Cookie Cat

He left his family behind

Cookie Cat!”

Kit and Connie both laugh as Steven eats more of his ice cream. Its strawberry and vanilla flavor with the chocolate sandwich cookies was just perfect. Steven ate his Cookie Cat, and Connie did as well. Steven and Connie then went to The Stump so she could meet Craig and the rest of his friends.

“Hey guys! Meet my friend from Beach City, Connie!” Craig smiled and waved.

“Hey, Connie!” Craig said.

“Good day, Connie!” Kelsey said, sharpening her ‘sword’

“Hi, I’m JP!” the boy in the large T-shirt said.

Lion walks up to them, Craig gasps and smiles. “Is that Lion!” he asked excitedly. Connie and Steven both nod, Craig amiled.

“Welcome to the Creek, Connie and Lion!” JP said, walking up to Lion, and petting his pink mane. Craig was concerned. Steven saw him. “Don’t worry, Craig. Lion is nice, he won’t bite you guys, JP is petting him," he said

Craig walked over to Lion put a hand up to his mane and petted him, Craig smiled as Lion looked with a blank stare on his face, he then licked Steven, and Steven laughed and hugged him. Craig did feel much more comfortable now that Steven was doing it. Craig went towards him and petted his mane.

“He’s so soft…” JP said. Kelsey nods.

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Steven, Craig, JP, Kelsey, Omar, and Connie were all on the Other Side Of The Creek, Connie stared at a large tree that said 'The Candy Bar.’ written in cursive. Steven and his friends went in, Lion was about to go in but Steven petted him. “Lion, you can’t go in. I don’t know how Raj and Sawn feel about animals in here.”

Lion just looked at him, went down, and rested his paws on his chin. Steven smiles and pets him. They go inside. Connie saw that an electric guitar was placed with a drum set, piano, and microphone.

“Hey, Raj!” Steven said.

“Hey, Steven! Are you going to sign up for the Candy Bar Concert?” Steven smiled, he walked to the bar and picked up the clipboard, attached to it was a pencil, and he wrote his name down. Craig went next, then JP. Kelsey, Connie, and Omar were left and they put their names down. Then the songs that they were going to pick.

Steven, Craig, and JP were going to do a song, then Omar, Kelsey, and Connie. Steven looks at Raj and asks him to give him some water. “When is this concert starting?” Steven asked.

Raj smiled, cleaning a glass. “It’s going to start in a few minutes. Sit and have something to drink.” Steven nodded as Raj handed him a glass.

“Thanks, Raj,” he said, Raj smiled. Connie looked at Steven as he drank his cup and ate his candy.

Just then, Shawn walked up to the microphone and started talking into it. “Kids of the creek! we would love to announce. Our first-ever concert here at the Candy Bar! And the first ones to come up are Craig, JP, and Steven!” the boy said.

They were all on different instruments, Craig was on drums, JP and Steven were on guitar, and Steven was in front of a microphone.

“Go, Steven!” Connie said, smiling. Steven, Craig, and JP start playing the song.

"…Hey, Miss Murder, can I? (Hey!)

Hey, Miss Murder, can I? (Hey!)

Make beauty stay if I take my life? (Hey!)

Woah-oh-oh

… With just a look, they shook

And heavens bowed before him

Simply a look can break your heart

… The stars that pierce the sky

He left them all behind

We're left to wonder why

He left us all behind

… Hey, Miss Murder, can I? (Hey!)

Hey, Miss Murder, can I? (Hey!)

Make beauty stay if I take my life? (Hey!)

Woah-oh-oh

… Dreams of his crash won't pass

Oh, how they all adored him

Beauty will last when spiraled down

… The stars that mystified

He left them all behind

And how his children cried

He left us all behind

… Hey Miss Murder, can I? (Hey!)

Hey Miss Murder, can I? (Hey!)

Make beauty stay if I take my life? (Hey!)

Woah-oh-oh

… What's the hook, the twist within this verbose mystery?

I would gladly bet my life upon it

That the ghost you love, your ray of light

Will fizzle out without hope

… We're the empty set just floating through

Wrapped in skin

Ever searching for what we were promised

Reaching for that golden ring, we'd never let go

Who would ever let us put our filthy hands upon it?

… Hey, Miss Murder, can I? (Hey!)

Hey, Miss Murder, can I? (Hey!)

Make beauty stay if I take my life? (Hey!)

Woah-oh

… Hey, Miss Murder, can I? (Hey!)

Hey, Miss Murder, can I? (Hey!)

Make beauty stay if I take my life? (Hey!)

Woah-oh”

Raj smiled and walked up to the stage once more as Steven and JP both put the guitars down on the guitar mounts and walked off, Connie hugged Steven. “Have fun, Connie.”

“Thanks, Steven,” she said.

“Let me introduce you to the stage, Kelsey, Connie, and Omar!” Connie picked up the guitar and strapped it on, Kelsey did the same. JP sat at the drum set and picked up the sticks. Omar walked up to the microphone and they started to play.

"I got your picture, I'm coming with you

Dear Maria, count me in

There's a story at the bottom of this bottle

And I'm the pen

When the lights go off

I wanna watch the way you take the stage by storm

The way you wrap those boys around your finger

Go on and play the leader

'Cause you know it's what you're good at

The low road for the fast track

Make every second last

'Cause I got your picture, I'm coming with you

Dear Maria, count me in

There's a story at the bottom of this bottle

And I'm the pen

Make it count

When I'm the one who's selling you out

'Cause it feels like stealing hearts

Calling your name from the crowd

Doesn't that mean you'll be the showgirl of the home team

I'll be the narrator

Telling another tale of the American dream

I see your name in the lights

We could make you a star

Girl, we'll take the world by storm

It isn't that hard

'Cause I got your picture, I'm coming with you

Dear Maria, count me in

There's a story at the bottom of this bottle

And I'm the pen

Make it count

When I'm the one who's selling you out

'Cause it feels like stealing hearts

Calling your name from the crowd, whoa

Ha, ha

Take a breath, don't it sound so easy?

Never had a doubt, now I'm going crazy

Watching from the floor

Take a breath and let the rest come easy

Never settle down 'cause the cash flow leaves me

Always wanting more

'Cause I got your picture, I'm coming with you

Dear Maria, count me in

There's a story at the bottom of this bottle

And I'm the pen

Make it count

When I'm the one who's selling you out

'Cause it feels like stealing hearts

Calling your name from the crowd

'Cause I got your picture, I'm coming with you

Dear Maria, count me in

There's a story at the bottom of this bottle.”

The kids cheered for them, Steven took a video on his phone and then sent it to Pearl. Pearl texted him back, saying that this was amazing. Steven smiled and wiped some tears from his eyes.

Connie ran off stage and hugged her best friend. “That was so good, Connie!”

“I liked yours too, Steven!”

Steven smiles.

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Steven, Connie, Craig, Kelsey, JP, and Omar were all hanging out again. Connie didn’t have to go on missions with the gems so she was able to hang out with Steven and his friends at the creek all week — or maybe the whole summer if Pearl allowed it.

Connie, Craig, Kelsey, JP, Omar, and Connie all went back to Steven’s house. they were going to play on Steven’s GameCube in the living room. Steven gave Connie a house tour. When they got to the living room Connie saw his mom’s portrait hanging on the wall. “Steven, isn’t that the picture of your mom?”

Steven nodded.

“Yeah, why?”

“It looks nice hanging up in your house,” she said. Steven smiles.

“Thanks.”

“Okay guys, what games should we play?” Steven asked, picking up the controller and a handful of games.

“Sonic! I want to go first!” Said Craig. Steven handed him the controller, selected it to the right input and they played a game of Sonic The Hedgehog together.

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A/N: Hi guys! thank you for reading part one of this fic! Here is part two. I am going to work on part three as soon as possible, and how did you like Connie meeting the creek kids, i think it was a lot of fun to write! Well, see you in the next one!

#steven universe #comment #like #repost #craig of the creek #craig williams #kelsey pokoly #jp mercer #omar #fanfiction #steven universe and craig of the creek #don’t let this flop #writers on tumblr

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oliver stark, gay, cis male + he/him, (mage) «—◦—→ well meet, wyatt prescott! the godling born child of phobos. it’s been thirty years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with his resilience, preparedness, + diligence? or will their insecurity, wariness, and obsessiveness hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

even iron still fears the rot...

hiding from something i cannot stop name: wyatt prescott nicknames: prescott (army/louisville fd), scotty (army), pretty/pretty boy (louisville fd) date of birth: october 30th, 1993 age: 30 face claim: oliver stark godly parent: phobos height: 6’3” dominant hand: right education level: some college, certified in his career. occupation: paramedic. emergency preparedness trainer.

parents: brenda jean prescott siblings: n/a pets: a cat named marsh/marshmallow

astrological sign: scorpio sun, cancer rising, taurus moon positive traits: resilient, prepared, diligent, independent, empathetic, capable, nurturing negative traits: insecure, wary, obsessive, guarded, defensive, guilty habits: he’s an early riser, keeps a regimented diet and workout schedule, has a daily routine that he tries to keep to as much as possible. quirks: hums melodies to himself to self soothe, taps things in a rhythmic pattern as a compulsion, will not lay down to go to sleep unless his bed is made, tends to fidget unless focused on something. pet peeves: people who pry, overt rudeness/bluntness, disorganization/messiness, being underestimated/not taken seriously hobbies: bicycling, running, drumming, journaling, reading, baking

sexual orientation. gay sexual position. versatile

clothing style: dark colors, and earth tones. simple, comfortable, solid color polos, button downs, tanks, and t-shirts with jeans. hoodies. combat boots and worn in converse. prominent features: southern drawl. height and musculature. his blue eyes, and full lips. mildly hypertrophic scar on his left brow area. a scattering of tattoos on his arms and chest.

what were they doing when they heard the song of their godling blood? wyatt was working on a call at an event that took place at the louisville motor speedway. there’d been a bomb placed by a vengeful racer, and things got out of hand as widespread panic made the situation worse.

class: mage inspirations: raven (dc), midsommar, american folklore/cryptids, hereditary, shameless, haunting of hill house/luke crain. biography- wyatt’s journey has been a long, twisted tale, one that you’d have to slowly pry out of him, if you ever wanted to get to know him. he’s worked hard to be a good man, a strong man, someone who has his life together and isn’t tied to his shitty start. it all began in a little college town in kentucky, one that was shadowed by the appalachian mountains, a massive beast that always loomed above. there have always been stories, tales of mysterious creatures that might lurk in the mountains, in the woods. there was the legend of bigfoot, the mothman, and even reptilians who had come down to control humanity. wyatt’s mother, brenda jean, unfortunately had always been paranoid, anxious, restless, needing something to guide her and make her feel secure. that’s how she ended up in a doomsday cult hidden in the appalachian mountains, led by a man who had convinced the members that they were being called upon by the great beasts of the appalachia to be the chosen few survivors that would bring in a new human race. everything was to be destroyed and made anew. the world was terrifying, ugly, evil. change was inevitable, and these beasts had a wisdom far beyond human comprehension, they had a plan for the betterment of the world. needless to say this was all bullshit, and it was yet another case of a power hungry, narcissistic man taking advantage of a group of people who were scared, desperate, or alone. wyatt’s first years were spent living in that cult, up until he was around ten years old, and the whole operation was shut down by federal agents. most of his memories of that time are hazy, the only thing he has to remind him of that life is the scar on his left brow, the one he tells people is a birthmark. being freed from the cult wasn’t a happy ending though, there was no resolution to his story. things were…marginally better, but his mother was a paranoid schizophrenic whose condition only worsened after being taken out of the cult. she had never been in a state to raise a child, and that only became more apparent when it was just the two of them. wyatt practically raised himself, with a little support from sympathetic neighbors who cycled in and out of their trailer park. as wyatt’s mother’s condition worsened, she turned to substance abuse to cope, and that slowly turned her into a ghost in their home. wyatt barely kept up with his high school education, needing to work in order to keep them afloat. as soon as he could, wyatt escaped his situation, choosing to enlist in the army. he had no other options, and it was the only lifeline offered to him. there he had a regimented schedule, structure, and a purpose. despite all of the horrible, awful things he experienced during his service, he doesn’t regret it, because he developed valuable skills during his time there. namely, becoming a certified army medic, and using that as a jumping off point to land work as a paramedic in louisville once his contract was up. wyatt used his high strung nature, and his knowledge to try and do some good in the world, and help save people. he worked as a paramedic, and an emergency preparedness trainer, wanting people to have the right tools when times of panic and emergency came about. the final wrench in his plans came during one of the worst calls of his career, a bomb had gone off at the motor speedway, and people were hurt. it was total pandemonium, the panic was palpable in the air, bitter on his tongue. that’s when the call of his true nature came, when he learned the truth of his parentage. wyatt wants nothing to do with phobos, placing the blame on him for the trajectory of his life, and the way his mother turned out. he does, however, want to get a handle on whatever abilities he seems to have, and try to use them for good. is he meant to bring fear and waste into the world? he hopes not.

#godlingintros #{pavetis wyatt prescott}

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ragefitofficial · 6 days ago

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eternalstarlitwonderland · 10 months ago

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Wrestling With Lust In Mind (Chapter Fourteen)

The next day, Ed and Rashid arrive at the cabin.

Ryu and Ken, Luke and Jamie, meeting with the two arriving guests.

The men began their lively conversation, including topics of relationship between all of them.

*Door Opening*

"Wow, This spacious cabin"

"I know right"

"Hey, Ed and Rashid! Welcome to the cabin!"

"Hey, Ryu and Ken!"

"Hey, Luke and Jamie!"

"Hey, Rashid and Ed!"

"Umm Hi, Ed"

*Jamie blushes a little*

"Hey, Jamie"

"Hey, Jamie what you are blushing at Ed?"

"Well it's complicated"

"Really?"

"Yes, I'll tell you about Ed later"

"Ok then"

Luke guides the two arrivals to their rooms, as he does that Ed begins to ask the young American blond about his relationship with Jamie.

The young American blond didn't respond to Ed's question instead he continued to show them around.

"Hey guys! Let me take you to your room"

"Thanks, Luke"

"Thanks"

"Hey Luke, Did you make a homerun with Jamie?"

[Luke's inner thoughts] "Fuck! What the hell should I say to that fucked question?"

"Let me show you guys to your room"

"Thanks again, Luke"

"Thanks"

After showing the arriving pair to their room, Luke begins to ask himself if he is good enough for Jamie and being his boyfriend.

As he contemplates, he hears of a conversation between Ryu and Ken.

Ryu pleads to Ken to stay but the older American blond pauses and insists he has to go, the older Japanese insists that he should stay with him and the rest of the trip.

"Maybe, I wasn't sure if Jamie wanted to be with me"

*Indistinctly Conversation*

"Ken, are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I'm leaving soon"

"Please don't go"

"Hey I'm not leaving you forever just for a little while before the craziness went down, you know"

"Ken, Stay here for tomorrow"

"Ryu...I...."

"Ken, Please"

"Okay, Ryu"

"Thanks"

*Ryu kisses Ken*

Rashid approaches Luke and asks him why he is in the hallway, at first the young American blond doesn't answer the older Saudi man instead he is transfixed by Ryu and Ken's passionate embrace.

Again the older Saudi man asked him once more, and eventually, the young American blond answered.

*Footsteps Approaching*

"Rashid?"

"Hey Luke, are you eavesdropping?"

"Yeah"

"Hmm, I see"

"Hey, Rashid Do you have some romantic feelings toward me?"

"Luke, Yes do I have romantic feelings towards you but I'm trying to keep it professional between us"

"I know that but From the bottom of my heart, I truly love you"

*Luke put his right index finger on Rashid's lips*

"Luke..."

*Blushes*

"Rashid..."

*Luke kisses Rashid*

"Luke, I don't know what to say"

"Don't say anything"

*Kisses*

"So, Luke do you want to go much further?"

"Fuck Yeah"

The newly formed lovers moved to the bedroom, The young American blond covered the Saudi man.

The dark-haired man takes off the young blond's blue graphic t-shirt, and the young blond takes off the dark-haired man's light pink polo shirt.

*Kisses*

*Rashid takes Luke's blue graphic t-shirt off and throws it to the floor*

*Luke takes Rashid's light pink polo shirt and throws it to the floor*

*Kisses*

Now both men are shirtless and passionately kissing and frottage, the older man begins to blush at the young blond.

The older Saudi man took off the young blond's denim jeans and threw them to the floor, the young American blond took off the older Saudi man's fitted khaki pants and threw them to the floor.

*Kisses*

*Rashid takes Luke's denim jeans off and throws it to the floor*

*Luke takes Rashid's fitted khaki pants and throws it to the floor*

*Kisses*

Now the hot-shot manager and his shining star client just stared at each other's colored orbs, the older Saudi man asked the young American blond if he was ready for the next step of their relationship.

"Luke... Are you ready to go farther?"

"Yes, I'm ready"

"Ok then, It's going to be different between us, You know that right"

"Yes, Rashid"

*Kisses*

Rashid began to perform oral sex on Luke,

The young blond softly moans with each lubricant from the Saudi's talented mouth, and Luke proceeds to clutch Rashid's dark tresses.

*Rashid goes lower to Luke's cock and puts it in his mouth*

*Slurping*

*Luke softly moans*

*Slurping*

*Luke softly strokes Rashid's long dark locks*

*Slurping*

Luke began to slowly insert himself into Rashid and began to thrust into the older Saudi man, he winced at the intrusion at first.

The older man began to wrap his arms around the young blond's shoulders and commenced to kiss him.

*Luke inserts himself inside Rashid*

*Rashid winced at the intrusion*

*Wrapping his arms around Luke*

*Kisses*

They entwine their bodies together, glistening with sweat, the sounds of their lovemaking, and their moans, creating a distinctive symphony in the beaming daylight.

*Luke begins to slowly thrust into Rashid*

*Soft Moans*

*CLAP!*

As the young blond furiously thrusts in and out of the Saudi man, each time he thrusts into Rashid's prostate to the point where he loudly moaned and his eyes rolled back.

*Moans*

*CLAP!*

They reached the point of no return, entering a state of bliss, and they began to get exhausted and yet remain more passionate than ever before.

Luke loudly exclaimed and said that he was going to cum and Rashid loudly cried out in pleasure, He quickly pulled out of Rashid and blew his load all over his body and face.

*Luke cums all over Rashid*

"Fuck I'm going to blow!"

"AHHH!!!"

*Heavy Breathing*

"Fuck I'm going to cum"

*Rashid cums all over himself*

Luke sees his gooey and sticky masterpiece before him, seeing Rashid, his agent covered by his cum, leaning over to him and passionately kissing him, he stopped for a brief second and lovingly looked at him.

"Oh my goodness, You looked so beautiful"

"Thanks, I like to be covered in cum"

*Kisses*

"Do you want me to lick it?"

"Yes"

*Luke licked Rashid like he was an ice cream*

After licking Rashid clean, Rashid yawned and put his head on Luke's chest, and fell asleep.

#my writting #written by me #my words #lukejamie #ryuken #ryu street fighter #ken street fighter #kenmasters #rashid street fighter #ed street fighter #jamie street fighter #jamie siu #luke street fighter #luke sullivan

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nebulacollege · 10 months ago

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Hear me out, everyone dressing Edmund up how they’d feel would look best on him (only very much opinionated and looks like each of the other’s fashion style and not Edmund’s choice of style at all)

I agree!! Don’t give them the freedom to dress Edmund however they want! Or better yet, don’t ask Edmund and give him to them!!

I also believe they find Edmund’s current style incredibly fitting to him. Like they look at him and go “Yeah, this looks exactly like something Edmund would wear”, even though it’s a uniform and they haven’t seen anything else on him that often, and Edmund’s only conscious fashion choice is to go for black, grey, or bleak colours. That being said!

Niall would probably dress him in official clothes and force him to comb his hair properly, and make Edmund look all tidy and neat, perfect and ready for idk for a tv interview. Suits, polo shirts, normal shirts, trousers (sometimes jeans), light colours with bright accessories is something he’d try to force Edmund into wearing, making him a centre of attention of any crowd and someone fitting to stand besides Niall.

Ned would go for something comfy (thank you, Ned...), because he keeps thinking that Edmund is cute, so Edmund deserves more cute things, but at the same time he’ll be afraid that Edmund won’t like his choice, even if Edmund has no rights to complain in this scenario. Ned would dress Edmund in a way in which he might greet him at home – so homely, comfortable clothes that you change into after a hard working day. T-shirts, hoodies, pants, trainers, usually with neutral colours, but Ned’s diversity would include dark red, dark blue, dark green colours, not as monochromatic as Edmund’s stuff. If Ned sees a cute thing that reminds him of Edmund/he thinks Edmund might like it, he’d definitely bring it to him, so all the cute prints Ned might see... yeah.

Liam is actually the only person who knows stuff about fashion, so he can dress Edmund for any occasion and make him perfect for it with a huge choice of clothes picked as if he followed a fashion magazine guide and is going to bring Edmund to a model photoshoot. At the same time, Liam likes uniforms that don’t differ from each other at all except for numbers, for example, and the way people choose to wear them, so he wouldn’t mind wearing the same clothes as Edmund. As for colours, he’d go for cold ones for Edmund because they suit him more, while keeping warmer hues to himself.

#nc replies #edmund weyton #liam vernetti #ned stafford #niall mccarthy

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THE BULL (PART FIVE)

Mike felt extra horny all week. He'd jerked off the minute he'd gotten home from the city that Sunday, reliving in his mind sex with Kevin and the scene with Paul.

And the next day he stroked off twice, once in the shower before work and again when he got home, a nice long session capped off by watching one of his favorite videos of Dirk Caber being pounded by a young stud.

Tuesday night he'd hit the gym for a heavy workout after his shift. He got home and had a late dinner, then watched some baseball on TV. As his mind wondered back to Kevin Connors, yeah, Mike was boning up again. He pulled his prick out form his gym shorts, feeling its steel hardness. The 25 year old knew his endowment was one of his best selling points. Kevin seemed to love his size, even fixate on it.

Mike spit in his hand and rubbed the saliva on his dick, but it was still too much friction. He got up and made his way to the bedroom, where he found his trusty lube. It was a different brand the one that Paul and Kevin used and he considered giving theirs a try next time. He liked the feel, not as slick, it made fucking even hotter, particularly since he'd started doing Kevin raw.

He was picturing that raw daddy ass on his cock right then. "That's it Daddy," he hissed to no one, "Take my fucking dick..." He stroked it faster, feeling the pleasure rise, until heavy ropes of his sperm jetted out. "Fuck!" he growled, then trotted off to the bathroom to rinse off.

After that, the trooper avoided jerking off. It was a habit Greg and Joe had got him in. It had never occurred to the 19 year old Mike to skip a day of release, unless he absolutely had to. But Joe loved eating out Mike's loads from Greg's fucked hole, and he asked if the young top could hold off a couple of days the next time.

Mike tried it and it soon became part of his routine, whether Joe got to get felch duty or not. He loved the intensity of the fuck when he was keyed up like that, and it added to his anticipation for their sessions.

It was probably the first time, too, that he realized topping was just much a mental attitude as a physical sensation. He loved playing up his potency for the older couple. And the more he did the more they encouraged him. Complimenting him, boosting his ego.

Maybe that's why he went so deep with those guys, Mike reflected.

He wondered if Kevin and Paul were going to be long-term like that. Mike tried not to get his hopes up. Truth be told, everything had been so perfect, so incredibly hot, with those guys up till now. It was a different dynamic than with Greg and Joe, who'd guided Mike through the cuck dynamic. Here Mike was the one bringing Kevin and Paul along. And Mike had enjoyed the hell out of that. Even if things didn't pan out for the future, he'd be happy with the experience.

Or maybe not. Grr, something about those guys made him want more. And he'd been looking for a regular situation for the last couple of years.

****

It had actually been a tough week at work for the trooper, so he was extra glad when Sunday rolled around. He did his normal routine... gym, breakfast, shower and shave. He packed a bag, another bag with the duffel this time. He wanted to stay over again, but more than that he had a surprise for the guys.

Kevin answered the door this time.

"Hey Mike," he greeted, "looking good... Come on in."

Kevin was looking great himself. Polo shirt and jeans, both of which fit his body perfectly. Mike wasn't sure how much effort it took to keep a body in such perfect shape but Kevin Connors was magazine shoot ready. As he followed his host in, he reached down and cupped his crotch, rearranging the growing dick.

"Hey bud," Paul greeted with a handshake and a hug. Uncharacteristically he was the more informally dressed, just a Princeton T-shirt and mesh shorts. "Just got back from the gym, hope you don't mind," he explained.

"It's all good," Mike said. "Great to see you."

Paul offered him something to drink.

"A water's good, actually," he grinned as he sat down on the couch next to Kevin.

"Hey Daddy," he winked, his arm resting on the couch and legs spread, "good to see you."

Kevin smiled, scooting next to the hunky state trooper. "Good to see you too, man."

Mike leaned in for a soft kiss. "Um... nice."

Paul came in with the water and Mike took it, leaving his free hand on Kevin's shoulder. "How you been guys?" he asked.

"Doing well," Paul replied. "Busy week. Kev's been traveling a lot."

"Yeah?" Mike asked. "Anywhere fun?"

"South Texas," Kevin said. "It was hot as balls."

Mike laughed.

They made small talk, sensing no urgency to rush things. It was only noon, and they'd set up an earlier time to meet.

Finally Kevin changed the conversation topic. "So, Mike... Paul and I had a good conversation after last time."

Mike shifted to face the DILF, not interrupting but listening to what he had to say with a poker face.

"... and I guess I've been reading up on this cuck business, catching up with you and Paul. Turns out my husband is a big ol' pervert," he joked. As Paul laughed, Mike did too, glad that these guys were OK with whatever they'd talked about.

"... Paul and I both think it would be really hot if you were my bull."

"Yeah?" Mike smiled, elated. He'd had been playing the alpha with these guys but he didn't realize how much he craved this.

"Look at him, the guy's like a kid with a new toy at Christmas."

Kevin smiled. "Kind of like you were babe, last week, eating me out after he fucked me."

Paul grinned back, enjoying the playful banter with his husband. They'd seemingly been working on that, being more open about it.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Mike growled, "I am so glad you came to that decision."

Kevin nodded, pleased to see the enthusiasm from this younger man. "I got a couple of conditions though."

"Tell me, man," Mike said, taking liberty again to run his fingers along Kevin's shoulder and neck affectionately. "I'm all ears."

"1. No hardcore humiliation stuff. If Paul and I want to work in a little of that play we will, but that's not your job."

Mike nodded. Humiliation had been a big part of Joe's kink but he could live without it. "Deal."

"2. When you're our guest, you get to call the sleeping arrangements, but you gotta respect Paul."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Mike smiled, acknowledging Paul. "What else?"

"3. When I say to put a rubber on you put one on. And if you fuck other guys besides me, let me know. I know you're on PReP but I don't feel like getting any other STDs."

"Promise," Mike said.

Kevin nodded and continued. "The fourth isn't a condition but a request. A favor to ask."

"What is it?"

"On occasion we bring Paul into it. Make it a traditional three way."

Mike looked over. "Paul's a hot guy. I definitely have no problem with that.... Only how occasional are we talking about? I've never met a cuck who wanted to..." He was concerned about the dynamic.

"It's not for him," Kevin clarified, "it's for me."

Mike acknowledged that. "Understood. What Daddy wants, Daddy gets." Then he added. "You still OK with me calling you that?"

"It's growing on me," Kevin winked. "So... we good?"

"We're more than good," Mike growled and leaned forward and met Kevin in a deep kiss, as Paul looked on.

"Damn," Paul hissed. "You guys are beautiful."

Kevin leaned back. "Babe, I officially got a bull." He patted Mike's burly chest. "A big fucking hung young top."

"Guys you're making me feel like a piece of meat," Mike laughed.

"Oh yeah," Kevin growled, "that's the fifth condition. You're my hot, hung piece of meat." With that he pounced on the young cop, staddling his lap and making out with him.

"Oh fuck, Daddy," Mike hissed his approval, kissing along Kevin's neck and massaging the ass through the jeans. "You're so fucking hot." His hands travelled up the man's polo shirt, feeling the chest as they humped and made out.

"You want in me, Mike?" Kevin breathed.

Mike nodded. "Oh yeah... Only I got a surprise for you first."

"Surprise?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah. Get off me a sec." Mike's eyes followed Kevin's hot body as the man stood up in front of him. He stood up and met the DILF in a quick kiss. "Wait just a second, guys," he said and grabbed his duffel bag and made it back to the guest room.

Kevin looked at Paul with a quizzical expression. His husband shrugged his shoulders. He then looked at Kevin and asked how he was doing.

"Really good, babe. It feels right, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Paul replied. "Even watching you kiss."

Kevin sat next to Paul and met him for a kiss. It felt weirdly naughty kissing his own husband after making out with Mike, and the two men moaned as they swapped tongues.

"Love you, Kev," Paul said as they broke and rested their foreheads against one another.

"Love you, too, Babe."

In a few minutes Mike reappeared. Only he was dressed head to toe in his state police uniform. Shirt, trousers, belt, cap and knee-high boots. He strutted into the room, each bootstep heavy.

"Holy fuck," Paul said.

Mike enjoyed this. He always did, seeing other men's reaction to the uniform. He didn't break it out often, but for special occasions, it made the sex even hotter.

He stepped up to Kevin who looked up, wide eyed and horny.

"Go ahead, Daddy. Feel me up, if you like."

"I like," Kevin hissed and reached out and touched the material. Poly blend that was slightly rough to the touch. The whole thing seemed very snug on Mike's beefy body and the pants alone clung and stretched along the young man's thick thighs. "It's tight on you."

Mike nodded. "It's my old uniform actually. Probably three years old now." He reached down and unzipped, pulling out his fat cock.

Kevin didn't take it right in. Instead he leaned forward and kissed the thick shaft, which firmed up even more. "Jeeez... this cop dick is so fucking beautiful."

"Worship it, Daddy," Mike hissed patting Kevin's hair softly and guiding the man to his crotch. "Worship your cop bull."

Kevin did, licking and kissing the big cock and feeling it grow harder with each second.

As the 48 year old hunk took the phallus into his mouth, Mike leaned back, placing his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest. "Oh yeah." He savored the feel of Kevin's mouth nursing his bone. This was the sixth time hooking up with these guys and even in such a short timeframe he could sense that the man sucking his bone had gotten better at this. The first few times he'd struggled with Mike's size but now he seemed to relish it, taking Mike's dick deeper on each down stroke. Undoubtedly the uniform helped.

Paul looked on in rapt attention. He always loved watching this, watching his husband go down on another man. Particularly as one as studly as Mike. But the state police uniform just amplified it. Paul didn't consider himself to have a uniform fetish, not like Kevin. But the uniform was definitely enhancing Mike's masculine stature, which only fueled Paul's thrill at being cuckolded.

Mike looked at him, a twinkle in his eye. One that communicated a thousand words. A look that told Paul that Mike knew. Mike might hold back on the full cuckolding treatment, out of respect to Kevin's wishes, but he knew a humiliating phrase could get Paul that much closer to cumming.

That look sent shivers down Paul's body.

"You can get a closer look," Mike finally said. "Come watch your man suck my dick."

Paul nodded and felt like his dick would burst any minute he was so rigid. He walked over and knelt next to Mike, his face about six inches away from the meaty thigh encased in slate-blue polyester. Just a few inches further, Kevin was doing a bang-up job of sucking that cock. Really going down far on the thick inches, nursing it with suction on each bob. He enjoyed putting on a show for Paul, and his sucking got more intense as Paul watched.

Mike wanted to give an insulting taunt to Paul, but he held back. Still, this threeway connection was super hot. It was what he dreamed of when he first contacted these guys. They had it all. The looks, the personality, the deep connection of their relationship. He had to pull out of Kevin's mouth before he blew too quickly.

"Stand up, Daddy," he urged, and Kevin did. He saw Mike's face open for a kiss, so Kevin leaned forward and felt the young man's tongue press possessively into his mouth. At times Mike kissed with finesse at times the kisses were all sexual excitement and no skill. Kevin liked both versions. Especially making out with a state trooper in uniform. He took the occasion to run his hand along the shirt fabric, feeling Mike's strong body beneath. He knew he had a thing for cops. What gay guy doesn't? But being with the real deal was an incredible rush, so much hotter than he even could have expected.

Mike's hands were fumbling with Kevin's jeans, undoing them and pulling them down mid-thigh. All while Paul knelt, inches away. Kevin had gone commando and his sub-6-inch dick pressed like a spike against the uniform pants as Mike's hands gripped the DILF's hot ass and played with the buns, and soon, pried into the crack.

"I gotta fuck you Daddy," he growled. "Need it so bad."

Kevin nodded, letting out a deep grunt of assent. He pushed his ass back into Mike's hands, which gave a big smile to the young cop's face.

"Oh yeah, man. You bull's gonna bone you good." Their lips met once more, then Mike's hands gripped Kevin's waist and turned him around.

Paul watched as Mike reached into his uniform shirt pocket and pull out a small packet of lube. He gave a wink as he handed it to the husband. "You do the honors, bud?"

Kevin was smiling as he saw Paul take the packet and open it with his teeth. He had to turn around to see Paul drizzle the liquid onto Mike's fat erect cock, as the cop grinned down.

"That's good," Mike said and as Paul started to put some on his finger to lube Kevin up, Mike grabbed the packet out of his hand. "Uh unh, you don't touch him. Only I do."

It was an assertive statement that provoked a compliant, "yes," from Paul. Surprisingly it made Kevin turned on, too, particularly when he felt Mike's thick finger apply the lubricant to his hole, teasing the ring with the tip and pushing some of it inside him.

"Gonna skip the foreplay today, Daddy," Mike announced as he stepped up and slapped his huge meat into place. "Hold on."

Kevin wanted to tell him the uniform and make out session had been foreplay enough. And though Mike's penetration was steady, it wasn't rough. Kevin leaned forward, bracing his hands on his thighs, as the cop bored into him.

"Fuck, man," Mike growled, wrapping his arms around the DILF. "You got the best ass. So hot."

Kevin sighed. This felt great. Nothing to take away from sex with Paul but this was pure sex in all its intensity. A part of him still felt guilty that he enjoyed this big dick boring into him so much, but he looked down and Paul was scrambling underneath to watch the connection. To watch the bull fuck into his husband. That knowledge turned Kevin on and he bucked his ass all the way back down the remaining inches of Mike's dick.

"Oooh yeah, Daddy.... you want that cock, huh?" Mike growled as he felt his bone bury all the way inside. "You like getting fucked by a trooper."

"Hell yes, Officer," Kevin answered excitedly. Paul's eyes veered from looking at the connection point of Mike's dick and Kevin's asshole - over to examine Kevin's face. His husband was definitely excited by the uniform scene.

Mike pumped in and out a few strokes then pulled out gently. He gave a light slap to Kevin's buns. "Lets get Daddy out of these clothes so you can sit on my cock."

"Yes, sir," Kevin hissed, stepping out of his jeans and pulling off his polo. His nipples were erect with excitement, as was his prick, which dripped precum down its length.

Paul noticed. "Fuck, babe you're leaking." Kevin sometimes leaked pre-sap but never like this.

"Fuck, I'm so turned on," he muttered, turning around to see Mike sitting on the couch, in full uniform, his eyes barely visible beneath the rim of his campaign cover. From the unzipped crotch of the uniform the powerful cock stood up rigid and slick.

"Climb on, Daddy," Mike growled and both men hissed as Kevin just did that, wasting no time straddling the trooper's lap and settling back down on the cock.

"Oh fuck," Kevin grunted, feeling the different angle of penetration. It slowed his descent but not much. The cop looked on excitedly as the man fucked himself back on him.

Mike gripped Kevin's waist, feeling the warm flesh and gently guided him up and down into a steady rocking motion of a fuck.

Their faces neared one another and they kissed once more, the motion knocking the trooper's cover back.

"Oh God man," Kevin hissed, bracing his hands on the policeman's burly chest as he bounced up and down.

"I thought you'd like this," Mike said, giving little mini thrusts up into the man.

"Paul, you getting a good view?" he asked.

Paul was and he said as much. He sat, his face just a foot away from Kevin's ass, watching the bare cock violate the hole over and over.

"Go ahead and lick it, buddy," he said. He looked up at Kevin, wanting to be respectful of his bottom's wishes. "That OK, Daddy?"

"Oh yeah," Kevin replied. He could remember ever being so turned on. It got more intense to as he felt Paul's tongue lap at his hole, right at the spot Mike's cock was pressing in. The sensation just added to the rising pleasure. He wasn't sure how long he could hold off.

Mike was on a similar wavelength. "Buddy, that's gonna get me off. Right into your husband's ass." He looked into Kevin's eyes, seeing a pre-orgasmic daze in the bottom's face. "You about to come, Daddy?"

Kevin nodded, unable to speak. He was so close to orgasm.

"It's an old uniform, you can shoot all over it," Mike instructed.

That did it, the very idea of cumming all over the trooper. Kevin's head leaned back and he roared with an intesne cum, spurting hot seed all over the young trooper beneath him. At that moment, Mike was cumming, too, deep up inside his guts.

"Oh fuck, that's what I'm talking about," Mike sighed as he came down from his high slowly. His dick still felt good inside Kevin's hole. "Tell me you loved that, Daddy," he said reaching up to run the back of his hand along Kevin's neck.

"Oh I loved it all right. That was hot as shit."

Mike smiled. "What do you say we give your husband a present?"

Kevin didn't understand what he was referring to then seemed to. "My used hole?"

Mike laughed. "That, too. Only I'll let him clean my cock off if he wants."

Kevin got a naughty look on his face then raised up off Mike's phallus.

"Oh fuck, he's doing it, Daddy. Your husband's cleaning me off."

Kevin scrambled off to watch. Sure enough Paul was going to town licking the prick from tip to balls, licking off every trace of cum and lube from the dick. All while frantically beating his dick. It was a trip to see. The submissive position and then his husband's face turning red as he came.

"Oh fuck," he hissed, his mouth an inch away from Mike's balls as he rode out his orgasm. He finally leaned back, breathing heavily but coming down from the intensity of the sex that just happened.

"You mind getting us a washcloth and a towel, buddy?" Mike asked Paul. Polite but also controlling of the situation.

Paul nodded and stood up, his own prick still rigid and quivering.

"Damn, I don't think I've seen him that turned on," Kevin observed as he stood up.

Mike had removed his cover and was slowly unbuttoning his uniform shirt. "I could say the same about you, Daddy." He showed where Kevin's cum had soaked through. "This uniform is definitely going to get more use from now on."

Kevin grinned. Now that sex was over he felt self-conscious about the way he'd fetishized Mike's job but the young man seemed into the admiration. "So... dumb question. I didn't know how to address you just now. Do I call you Officer?"

Mike unbuckled his belt. "My title's Trooper. Trooper First Class to be exact. But civilians often address us as Officer and that's cool."

"All right, Trooper First Class Mike," Kevin winked. "That was just about the hottest sex I've ever had."

Mike pulled off his boot. "My goal is to remove the 'just about' part of that sentence, Daddy."

Kevin blushed. He didn't want to admit that this young man had done just that already. As he watched the trooper remove the second boot, an idea occurred to him. "You know, you keep calling me Daddy, but I don't have a nickname for you."

Mike looked up, grinning. "It's Bull. You can call me Bull." He saw Kevin process the idea. "You think you can get used to that, Daddy?"

Kevin nodded. "Yeah, Bull, I think I can."

Paul returned with damp clothes and dry towels for the other men. "What do you say we grab a bite?"

"Sounds good, Babe," Kevin said, giving his husband a quick peck as he stood up. It was remarkable how much more comfortable he seemed with the sexual dynamic, especially compared to their first time. It showed in his body language.

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myaimiztrue · 5 months ago

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it’s always sunny style guide

hi so i like making these posts💔i hope yall will find this useful

dee: baby tees, henleys, low rise jeans, flare jeans, converse, long sleeves with a t-shirt layered on top, simple jewelry, dresses over jeans, stud earrings, small hoop earrings

charlie: army jackets, ripped jeans, graphic tees, checkered vans, hoodies, any kind of hat, pajama pants

dennis: polos, khakis, levi’s jeans, any basic kind of sneaker, henleys, crewneck sweaters, flannels, watches

mac: denim shorts, shirts with sleeves ripped or cut off, hawaiian shirts, tight jeans, any kind of sneaker, ripped jeans, muscle shirts/tanks, graphic tees, tube socks

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preppyproduct · 6 months ago

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art-of-manliness · 6 months ago

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The Art of Manliness’ Ultimate Guide to Summer

The summer months are here, and with them, a change in mood, expectations, and itineraries. If you (and your family — you only get 18 summers with your kids, after all!) want to make the most of the season’s unique possibilities for fun and memory-making, below we offer a list of the many summer-related resources we’ve published over the years. Hopefully they’ll inspire you to throw a backyard party, swing in a hammock, take a hike, read a book on the beach, and generally enjoy the heck out of the sun-filled, laid-back days ahead. What to Wear When the weather warms up, a new set of clothes in your wardrobe gets put into rotation. It’s harder to dress stylishly in the summer than it is in the colder, layer-friendly months, but you don’t have to (only) default to t-shirts and shorts. The articles below will acquaint you with alternatives that look sharper, yet still keep you cool, and even offer some tips on how wear that t-shirt better when you do opt for it. Read these style guides to specific sartorial pieces: * Summer Smart Casual: 3 Getup Ideas for the Office, Date Night, and Weddings * The Guayabera * The Classic Camp Collar Shirt * The Polo Shirt * The T-Shirt * Khakis * The Seersucker Suit * Boat Shoes * Mohinders (My #1 recommendation for summer shoes!) * My Go-to Sunglasses for Summer And check out these overview articles as well: * A Man’s Guide to Summer Dress: Part I and Part II * Easy Ways to Upgrade Your Casual Summer Style * Summer Style: How to Dress for an Outdoor Social Event What to Do Warm weather, school vacation, and holidays like the Fourth open up new possibilities for recreation, relaxation, travel, and general mischief. If you’re looking for ideas on how to while away your summer days, or just want to better execute your excursions and adventures, consult the list below: * 18 Things Every Man Should Do This Summer * 23 Dangerous Things You Should Let Your Kids Do * The Ultimate Guide to Fireworks * 10 Awesome 4th of July Traditions * How to Make a PVC Blowgun * How to Make a PVC Archery Bow * How to Make a Marshmallow Shooter * How to Make a Potato Cannon * How to Build a Man-Sized Slip-‘n-Slide * Backpacking Basics * The Complete Guide to Hiking (And Enjoying It) * Podcast #711: How to Plan the Ultimate Road Trip * 39 Things to Do Before Leaving on Vacation: A Handy Dandy Checklist * The Complete Guide to Flying With Babies and Toddlers (While Avoiding a Defcon 1 Meltdown) * 5 Ways to Streamline Your Next Camping Trip * Podcast #895: The Essential Guide to Visiting and Camping in the National Parks * The Great American Road Trip: Thoughts on Driving Across the Country What to Cook In the summertime, you’re less inclined to heat up the house by turning on the oven, and more inclined to take your cooking outdoors. When you’re firing up the grill, you’ll want to consult these articles, podcasts, and videos to become a master backyard chef: * The Science of Grilling * Podcast #612: Grillmaster Secrets for Flame-Cooked Perfection * Podcast #720: The Secrets to Making the Perfect Burger * The 3-Zone Fire * How to Light a Charcoal Grill * How to Grill Perfect Chicken Breasts * How to Grill the Perfect Burger * How to Grill the Perfect Steak * How to Make Your Own BBQ Sauce * How to Make Your Own BBQ Spice Rubs * Smoking Meat 101 * 3 Easy Marinades for Your 3 Favorite Meats * How to Smoke Brisket * How to Smoke Baby Back Ribs * How to Smoke Pulled Pork Also be sure to check out these fun tips for leveling up your next backyard BBQ: * The Best Way to Hold a Burger (According to Science!) * The Best Order to Stack Your Burger Toppings * The Best Way to Ice Drinks in a Cooler What to Read You often have more time to read during the summer, and you may be wondering what book to pack for your upcoming trip. Any of the recommendations on our many book lists could fit the bill, but as people are often looking for something lighter… http://dlvr.it/T7WjL6

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A Visit to the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park

If you are looking for a place to learn about the history and culture of Ghana, then you should definitely visit the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park in Accra. This park is not only a beautiful and serene place to relax, but also a tribute to the life and legacy of Ghana's first President and Pan-Africanist, Dr. Kwame Nkrumah.

Who was Kwame Nkrumah?

Kwame Nkrumah was born on September 21, 1909 in Nkroful, a small town in the Western Region of Ghana. He was a teacher, a journalist, a politician, and a visionary leader who fought for the independence and unity of Ghana and Africa. He led the Gold Coast (now Ghana) to become the first sub-Saharan African country to gain independence from British colonial rule on March 6, 1957. He became the Prime Minister of Ghana and later the President of the Republic. He also championed the cause of African unity and co-founded the Organization of African Unity (now African Union) in 1963. He was overthrown by a military coup in 1966 while he was on a peace mission in Vietnam. He died in exile in Bucharest, Romania on April 27, 1972.

What can you see at the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park?

The Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park covers an area of about five acres and is located on the site of the former British colonial polo grounds, where Nkrumah declared Ghana's independence in 1957. The park consists of three main attractions: the mausoleum, the museum, and the statue.

- The mausoleum is a marble structure that houses the mortal remains of Nkrumah and his wife Fathia Nkrumah. It is designed to resemble an upside-down sword, which is a symbol of peace in Akan culture. The mausoleum is surrounded by water, which represents life. A skylight at the top illuminates the grave, which is marked by a simple marble slab.

- The museum is an underground building that displays various objects and documents related to Nkrumah's life and achievements. You can see his personal belongings, such as his clothes, books, pens, glasses, and shoes. You can also see his awards, medals, photographs, letters, speeches, and publications. The museum also has audio-visual exhibits that show Nkrumah's speeches and interviews.

- The statue is a bronze sculpture that depicts Nkrumah standing tall and waving to the crowd. It is placed on a pedestal that bears his famous quote: "Seek ye first the political kingdom and all other things shall be added unto you". The statue faces the Independence Square, where Nkrumah delivered his historic speech on March 6, 1957.

Why should you visit the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park?

The Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park is more than just a tourist attraction. It is a place of inspiration, education, and reflection. By visiting the park, you can:

- Learn about the history of Ghana and Africa from a different perspective.

- Appreciate the vision and courage of Nkrumah and his colleagues who fought for freedom and dignity.

- Understand the challenges and opportunities that Ghana and Africa face today.

- Celebrate the achievements and contributions of Nkrumah and other African leaders to humanity.

- Honor the memory and legacy of Nkrumah and his wife Fathia.

How can you visit the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park?

The Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park is open from Monday to Sunday from 10:00 am to 5:00 pm. The entrance fee is 10 Ghana cedis for adults and 5 Ghana cedis for children. You can also book a guided tour for an additional fee.

The park is located in downtown Accra, opposite the old Parliament House (now CHRAJ). You can easily access it by public transport or taxi. You can also walk from other nearby attractions, such as the Independence Square, the Black Star Square, and the Accra Arts Centre.

The park has a souvenir shop where you can buy books, postcards, T-shirts, and other items related to Nkrumah. It also has a cafeteria where you can enjoy some snacks and drinks.

What are you waiting for?

The Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park is a must-see destination for anyone who wants to experience Ghana's rich history and culture. It is also a place where you can pay your respects to one of Africa's greatest sons and daughters.

So what are you waiting for? Plan your visit today and discover why Kwame Nkrumah is still relevant and revered in Ghana and beyond.

Sources:

¹: [Kwame Nkrumah Mausoleum - Wikipedia]

²: [Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park – Visit Ghana]

³: [Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park (KNMP) Ghana – Accra, Ghana]

https://www.knmp.site/

⁴: [Akufo-Addo to commission redeveloped Kwame Nkrumah memorial park on Tuesday]

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