#a shortie but a goodie

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Musician Age Gap AU Pt 8

"I cannot believe you told my wife your date was with *Lena Luthor*," Alex whispers mid-yell, "before you told me!"

"Would it have changed your recommendation?"

At that, Kara hears Alex pause to consider.

"No," comes the final response. Then, "Did it work?"

Kara flushes-- she'd certainly gotten the reaction she'd been looking for. She just isn't sure she wants her sister to know that they hadn't fully resolved that desire.

"Well enough," Kara returns, settling on an incomplete truth. She'd explain the rest later... eventually.

A muttered curse issues over the line. "Jesus. How did this even happen? Wait-- what happens now? Esme said her next show is in, like... 16 hours, in Denver."

Kara smiles into the phone. "We stay in touch."

She's already received a picture via text, showing Lena with a tongue-out wink and a playful peace sign. Another photo had revealed a sticky bun, with a note that Lena had gotten Jess to swing by Noonan's on the way to the airport.

Though the sight of the sticky bun had made her hungry, the selfie made her pause to absorb the image. From the relaxed tousle of Lena's wavy hair, to the ray-bans hooked on the collar of her shirt, and the luxury of the private plane lurking around the edges.... she wonders if Lena realizes just how far she's letting Kara in, allowing her to see Lena in so personal a setting.

Kara's response had been simple. "Fly safe."

It had earned her a floating heart emoji and a promise to touch base upon landing.

"That's it?" Alex asks, pulling Kara back to the present.

Kara huffs a laugh. "What did you expect? She wasn't going to cancel half a national tour for personal time with someone she only met two days ago."

"Well why not? You're worth it."

"You're only saying that because you're my sister," Kara counters. "Besides, I don't want that for her."

Seeing Lena on stage had proven it's something the woman enjoyed. She thrived on the experience of it, and so did the thousands of fans who came to see her.

Which is why, a few hours after Lena's first Denver show would have concluded, Kara is surprised to receive a call from Lena. They'd facetimed when she'd landed, so the lack of video is her first clue that something isn't right.

"Hey," Kara greets, pressing the phone to her ear as she wipes sleep from her eyes. She'd meant to stay awake to check in herself, but not even a book had been able to keep her from dozing off.

"Hey."

Lena's voice is somber. It's such a difference that a wave of concern wakes Kara the rest of the way.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

There's a short pause before Lena responds. "Nothing."

"How was the show?"

"Fine. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be calling so late. I just... I wanted to hear your voice." Lena pauses again. "Is that weird?"

"No." Kara listens closely to the quiet that follows, as though it might give her some insight into what was happening on the other end of the line. "Lena..."

"Could you... talk to me?"

"About what?"

"Anything. Just... so I can listen."

Kara's brow furrows. She fights the impulse to dig deeper, to push to find the why. She doesn't need to know. Lena has asked for what she needs-- and it's something Kara is able and willing to give.

"Did I ever tell you that I didn't always live in National City?"

Lena hums a negative, prompting Kara to continue.

"I'm actually from a town up the coast. Midvale. I miss it sometimes. The stars mostly. In high school, I had friend named Kenny, and we would take his telescope to the old barn, and we would chart the skies together..."

Kara goes on, relating many and more of the troubles she and Kenny had gotten up to in those days. She was careful to steer clear of his murder, and the bullying they'd both experienced. Lena needed distraction, not more heartache.

As she speaks, Lena hums occasionally, sometimes even giving a chuckle. When the sounds of her following along peters out, Kara pauses to listen if Lena notices the stop. When no reaction comes, Kara smiles to herself.

"Lena?" she asks softly. "Still there?"

No answer comes, but when Kara increases the volume on her phone, she can hear the steady inhale and exhale of sleep. Kara listens for a few heartbeats more.

"Sweet dreams, Lena."

[eos70]

The new lacey's video and immediately got inspired by the end sting. I *adore* it

[stardustandash]

He could pretend he and Merrin were young Knights going relic-hunting with a Master, one of their first missions after being knighted. They would be historians working with Master Cordova to preserve Jedi teachings and research forgotten cultures and their relationship with the Force.

Chapter 6 of There Could Still be Something Left is here!!

[fairyceridwen]

😧

[softspeirs]

Daisies + Love Letters (7): John Egan x OC

Author's Note: It's been so long but good news: I am still insane over these two, and they're still insane for each other. This one takes place post-war. TW for nightmares, mentions of PTSD, and descriptions of violence.

Seven. Dreams.

He wakes with a start, a cry dying in his throat. Instead of fading, the images behind his eyes are still vivid.

Her voice is the first thing he hears. “I love you. You’re safe.” She whispers, her words a soothing balm on his tired, tired soul.

He wipes a hand over his face, not really embarrassed, but feeling a strange type of shame that he can’t voice.

“‘m sorry.” He mumbles.

She doesn’t tell him not to apologize - she doesn’t need to. They’ve been here before.

“Love you too.” He adds, voice earnest. “I’m okay.”

He dreams of that night in Germany at least once a week. It gets worse every time. Some nights he dreams of these men he didn’t even know, the helplessness and stark fear that hit him when he realized what was happening.

Other nights he dreams it’s Gale with him. Gale and Crank and Murph and the rest, and he has to watch as they go down one by one, the terrible bang of a gunshot echoing in his ears long after he wakes.

Ellie is always right there, right there with a soothing word and a kiss to his sweaty brow. She has never once asked him what he dreams about, and she never tells him it’s all going to be okay. She tells him she loves him instead, and he fights the little voice in his head that screams you don’t deserve her over and over again.

The worst part of all of this is that the dreams get worse when he sees the guys, when Gale and Marge come to visit or when Benny stops by on his way through town.

It takes everything he has not to shut himself away, to do what he’s always done and isolate himself after drinking himself to sleep.

So they escaped to Manitowoc, seeking a safe haven at his childhood home, and still it was impossible.

He scared his mother half to death as he lurched awake in the middle of the night, wishing like hell he had asked Ellie to abandon decorum and sleep in his bedroom with him.

He had begged her to go to a hotel with him the next night, refusing to give his mother any more to worry about, anxious to get away from the wary, scared glances from his sisters. He knows they don’t pity him, but he doesn’t know what to tell them and they don’t know what to say.

Now, he sits up in bed, head in his hands as he tries to catch his breath. His heart rate is high but slowing as Ellie leans over and rubs a gentle hand on his back. He shudders under her touch.

"Come with me," She says softly, taking his hand and urging him out of bed.

They pause so she can pull her robe over her shoulders, and she hands him the matching one from the hook by the bed. When they're both ready, she takes his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Silently, they both head for the door, Ellie leading the way and John closing it softly behind them. They booked a hotel right on Lake Michigan and Ellie is grateful for it now as they sink their feet into the cool sand.

Bucky squeezes her hand again as they walk. "Thank you." He says quietly. He sighs as the cool lake breeze hits him. "Did I scare you?"

"No." Her answer is quick, definitive.

"I know I keep you awake some nights.”

“But it’s not your fault. And it doesn’t scare me. I just wish I could make things better for you.”

He looks down at her quickly, eyes going back to his feet as he schools his expression - he’s still not used to her wanting to take care of him. “You do make things better. Just by being here, you do.”

She hugs his arm close, squeezing his hand and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“Can we just… can we just sit here for a while?” He asks, and it’s so plaintive, she can’t deny him, can’t push him to be more vulnerable.

So they sit in the sand, they watch the waves come rolling in, and she leans her head on his broad shoulder and she scoots closer, feels the kiss he presses to the crown of her head.

This ache inside of him won’t go away. Maybe not ever. He knows that, doesn’t need a doctor or anyone else to confirm what he already knows - he lost a piece of himself in the stalag, the piece of him that was halfway dead the minute they tried to kill him on a city street in Germany. Hell, maybe even before then, as he watched crew after crew go down.

Whether she knows it or not, Ellie has already helped him tremendously. She saved his life. The nights he doesn’t have nightmares, he dreams of her. Of her and the life they’ll have together, as soon as he gathers his courage and asks her the damn question.

“We should go see your family.” He blurts, voice rough.

She frowns. “Won’t that—“ Won’t that make it worse? She doesn’t say it out loud, but it’s understood anyway, hanging in the air between them.

“It would be nice to get out of the city for a while.”

Ellie hums. “Are you asking me to run away with you?”

“I think we already did that part.” His voice is low with laughter. He leans in, nose ghosting over the shell of her ear. He presses a kiss there, where her ear meets her neck, and inhales the subtle sweet scent of her, perfume lingering from the day.

She turns towards him and they hover there in the in between, their breath mingling and growing heavier as they delight in being this close, finding comfort in the warmth radiating off each other.

“I’d go anywhere with you, John Egan.”

He kisses her then, a little more feverishly than he intended, but he can’t help himself, not when she’s here and she’s looking at him like that, and she loves him.

[theriddlerdiscordkitten]

A little imagine with eddie!!!

WARNINGS: Mention of death.

Christmas eve.

You and Eddie alone in his apartment.

He’s at his desk, scrunched over on some 4chan thread as you slowly approach him.

“Eddie?”

“..Yes, baby?”

“The peanuts special is on..I know how much you love that special, so I put it on..” You softly say.

He turns his chair around slightly to look at you, before closing his laptop.

Slowly getting up from his chair, he walks past you to his bed, where your phone is set, already playing it.

You know how much he hates the holidays, but he adores the peanuts Christmas special.

You knew about his past, the torture he had felt during the winter, the torture that no one was going to save him, the torture of hearing babies cry and sob in horror before their slow, but painful, deaths..

..That’s why he hated the holidays.

Rightfully so.

He lays down on the bed, before you did. He lays on his side as the phone relaxes in your hands, breathing quietly.

Eddie didn’t want to tell you this, but he needed this. He needed this from you.

The only person in the world whom he loves.

He leans in to kiss your cheek, before nuzzling into it. “..I got you something.” He mutters under his breath, before sitting up.

You watch him as he leans over to open his drawer and grabbing some box.

Slowly sitting up, you close your phone as he sets the box on your lap. “I-I got you something too..” You stutter.

Leaning down to the floor, you bought a box out, and sit back up, putting it on his lap.

Without saying anything else, both of you guys open your gifts.

The gift you got for him was a dvd of his favorite movie, signed by his favorite character.

It was on ebay, but you were broke. So you bought it anyways.

Then next to the dvd, there’s a..a photo he’s always been looking for.

The photo of his younger self, his second favorite photo of him.

The photo of when he was standing next to Thomas Wayne.

Just to see him smile while looking down at his gift returned the butterflies in your stomach.

Which only left for a second.

“I-I..Uh-” He cuts you off by kissing you softly, resting his hand on your burnt cheek.

Ed’s cold lips is your favorite thing to kiss in the whole wide world, he always kisses your bottom lip first, making you grin against his mouth.

You couldn’t even look at the gift he made you, he never pulls away from the small, but unforgettable, kiss.

Finally, after pulling away since a minute passes by, he smiles because of you.

“Baby, oh, baby.” He pants, looking back down at the framed photo, “H-How?”

You grin, putting a finger against your lips. “It’s a secret.” You whisper to him.

The secret is called google.

He giggles at your comment, before looking back up at you with such love in his eyes.

This was his favorite Christmas so far.

Because of you.

[hedunne]

@dunnewithyou asked: I know you're in a better place, but it's always gonna hurt CHARLIE PUTH SONG LYRICS SENTENCE STARTERS.

When  did  it  all  changed?  In  what  moment  the  little  girl  he  had  once  held  in  his  arms  became  this  young,  wise  and  beautiful  woman?  So  much  of  what  he  sees  in  Julia  is  what  he  once  saw  in  Camila.  It  aches,  hurts,  in  the  ways  that  it  should  hurt,  a  reminder  he  was  alive  and  that  despite  her  being  gone,  she  lived  on.

Lips  curve  into  a  knowing  smile  as  he  contemplates  the  moment  for  a  second,  letting  it  soak  into  his  memory.  "Hurt  is  good.  Hurt  means  we  lived,  and  we  will  continue  to  do  so."  An  arm  moves  over  her  shoulder,  pulling  her  closer,  a  kiss  to  the  edge  of  her  temple.  "Stop  growing  up  so  fast,  kiddo." "Stop growing up so fast, kiddo." A short pause, as Billy relaxes, enjoying the moment, wrinkles around the eyes growing more prominent as he looks at his daughter. "When did you get so wise?"

[tigorrrr]

It's An Earthrealm Thing...

Johnny Cage taught Nejteri a thing or two about this very special holiday of theirs, and it's safe to say it didn't turned out to be a complete disaster??

           General Shao had seen it all in his considerably long life. He went though countless battlefields of a war, he seen things he wished he had never had taken a glimpse at, he was forged at war and his skills from experience are a proof of that.

           He must've brought malediction upon himself.

           A fresh carcass was served to him on his office desk and the woman presenting it to him felt more than proud of herself.

           Shao picked at it with his claw and the muscle of it's leg twitched. His mouth curled into an unimpressed frown as he looked back at the woman, the big hand of his moved the open palm questioningly but she only looked back at him as if it were obvious.

          "Nejteri..." he exhaled drily. His General duties today was about long paperwork and, also, apparently cleaning up the mess on his desk.

          The woman blinked underneath her curly bangs, tongue ran over the corner of her mouth to clean the remaining blood. "It's a gift."

          The statement, curt and vague, only answered one of many questions that swarmed his mind. "And why is that, Half-pint?" impatience leaked through his tone and Nejteri frowned, not understanding what his deal is.

          "It's Valentine's day..." she muttered, the enthusiasm leaving her soul.

          "A what??"

          "This Earthrealmer said that on this special day you give gifts to whoever means a lot to you."

          "And why should I care about an Earthrealm celebration?!" Shao huffed and stood up abruptly, scooping up the dead animal in his arms so he can work. Just the mere mention of those humans had his blood boiling.

          "We don't have anything like that... This is once-a-year thing for them. Also, it sounded entertaining..." when all that Shao did was scoff at her explanation with disinterest, it felt like Nejteri's heart was being squeezed at. "You don't like my gift?"

          As soon as the animal laid in the corner where he can worry about it later the General spared her just one glance while returning to his table and sat down. "What do you think I would ever do with that?"

          Nejteri managed a shrug with her shoulder, now just a feeling of disheartening coiling at her from the inside. "Prepare it for a meal? Keep the pelt? Mount it's head? I just thought you would appreciate something I hunted for you. This gift-giving day sounds pretty special so..."

          Shao looked up from his papers, at a loss of words.

          "Well, you're busy... I'll leave you be."

          Nejteri left with the air of melancholy about her and it truthfully didn't sit well in the General's stomach nor did it keep his mind unoccupied for the next thirty minutes.

          Shao had to let go of his ink pen with an angry defeat and slumped in his armchair, he did no progress whatsoever only spent his time mumbling things under his breath and scratching out words on the papers.

          His perispheral gaze took him over to the source of his turmoil. A dead, antlered animal.

          A hunted trophy. Just for him. A sincere (courting?) gift. And he had turned down his old friend very harshly.

          Earthrealm celebration be damned. A handsel was brought to him and he was an immature imbecile for how he acted, letting his spite over the Earthrealmers getting the better of him and clouding his mind to see the point Nejteri laid out without beating around the bush.

          After inspecting the quality of it's antlers he remembered how he enjoyed craving out things with some of his younger siblings in his youth.

          Given he won't get any work done today, he should be able to finish his present tonight if he is to mend his friend's stumped feelings and politely return the thoughtfulness. Not like he's happy about neglecting his duties but in order to do them properly he has to take care of his mistake first.

          Sometimes it made Shao wonder why she would put up with a schmuck like him. But as he finally noticed she had never given up on him unlike some members of his own family.

          A small hand-craved trinket won't be enough; is what Shao had stuck in his thick skull, thinking of a bigger gesture to gift Nejteri with.

          They haven't danced for a while...

[meteorshcts]

“Oh, hell yeah, we got time,” Kunsel said with a grin.

He happily told Aeris another story from the kitchen as she got the old box out, and he grinned when she pulled out the top picture. “Oh my god, he's tiny. He grew a lot since then, huh?” he said. “Different haircut too, I see. Hmm. I think his current one looks better, wouldn't you say?” He wasn't trying to set them up or anything, but he wasn't not trying either.

“What else you got in there?” he asked.

“Ah.. Well Zack was really easy to distract!.. But unfortunately the coach did actually ban me from going to the games after that.” Aeris smiled sheepishly and hummed. “I.. Maybe I do I have some funny pictures.. Do you think we have time before Zack gets back?” Aeris dried her hands and walked past Kunsel.

“Oh poor thing that must have been awful.. At least he didn’t get hurt right?” Other than his pride.. and maybe his face. Aeris probably would have paid good money to watch it happen. “Was that the only time?” If he was willing to share stories then maybe she had a little more to share too.

“I at the very least have a few prom photos,” Aeris called from her bedroom before she returned with a large boot box. “I don’t know what else might be in here though so be warned..” Aeris grabbed Kunsel’s arm and dragged him to the small kitchen table and opened up the box.

“Oh! Um..” Aeris picked up the picture that laid on top of his old jersey and passed it to Kunsel. “This was him getting scolded in the background.. He looks like a kicked puppy.”

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Musician Age Gap AU Pt 12

Lena's entire body seems to buzz as they hover in the wings offstage, waiting for the cue to proceed. She bounces on the balls of her feet, fingers twisting together with uncharacteristic nerves, completely unlike the staid presence she'd run into under the National City arena.

"You okay?" she asks hesitantly.

"I've never shared new music live before," Lena confesses. "What if they hate it?"

"Nah," Kara dismisses. She smiles. "They'll love it, cuz its you."

If nothing else, the novelty-- the privilege-- of witnessing a live performance of a never-before-heard song would ease any negativity the song itself might earn down the line. Even Kara herself hasn't had a chance to hear it.

The nearest stagehand motions one minute to go. Finally, Lena stills, taking a moment to breathe deep.

"You've got this," Kara promises, before stepping away.

The lights dim, then go out entirely as the pre-show music quiets. In its place lifts a deafening roar from the crowd. Its so dark Kara doesn't see Lena move into position. One minute she's there, and the next an overhead spotlight snaps on to illuminate Lena centerstage, arm stretched high.

She waits for the din to just start to fall away, and then she's off without a single shred of her anxiety from just moments before. Her movements are strong and confident as she strides across the stage, playing to the crowd in just the right way to get them pumped and engaged for the next two hours.

Her first song is the same from the National City show, as is the second, and third. Kara doubts anything has changed, no doubt so rehearsed Lena could do it all in her sleep, singing included. But watching it again feels an all new experience.

It steals her breath away, and she only comes back to herself when Lena slows, reaching for a mic stand. This is it.

"I know you guys came here prepared to sing along with every word," Lena begins, even her speaking voice rich like velvet. "Which I'm sure you can sing better than I can at this point."

She earns a raucous burst of laughter, and prompts a giggle from Lena.

"But I'm afraid this next one is going to be all me... cuz I've a little something new for you tonight."

Kara thinks she might have lost her hearing, ears ringing in the answering explosion of cheers. Lena patiently waits for the opening to continue, grinning all the way.

"It's pretty self-explanatory once you hear it, but here's the thing: you know that ex who keeps reaching out? Believe it or not, I have one."

Another round of laughter, and a little bit of hollering.

"I thought I blocked him on everything, but I must have missed something, because guess what I got?" Lena pauses for comedic effect. "A cashapp payment for three dollars and thirty three cents."

Laughter fills the arena, and Lena joins with a delighted giggle. "The note of course asked me to call him, but... I don't know. What do you think?"

Cries of No! and Don't do it! echoed from various areas of the audience, and Lena nods.

"I think we're on the same page then. Three dollars and thirty three cents doesn't earn you a phone call..." Lena leans in close to the microphone. "But it might just earn you a song."

The audience laps it up, eliciting even more whooping cheers. Lena nods, half to herself, and half to the audience.

"Let's hit it!"

As soon as the music starts, Lena shifts effortlessly back into performance mode. Kara listens, bopping along to the bouncing beat and playful lyrics. Playful but scathing, it turns out, listing off all the reasons this mysterious ex will never see her again.

From her spot in the wings, Kara sees the crowd dancing, not singing but cheering and spinning and bouncing and absorbing it all with reckless abandon. She registers Lillian's approach beside her, but doesn't so much as glance at her. Whatever Lillian thought about Lena's plan, it was working. Tomorrow, all the world would care about is getting their ears on this new song-- and they would love it.

"You have no idea the bullet she just dodged for you."

Kara does look over at that. Her brow furrows sharply, and Lillian smirks as she watches her daughter perform.

"This time tomorrow, the world is going to be so busy sleuthing out which of her ex's this song is about, they won't even remember your name."

Onstage, Lena finishes her song with a boisterous laugh, letting the fresh cheers roll over her. Lillian turns to Kara, leaning in close.

"So when you ultimately decide this fantasy isn't for you, remember that a twenty four year old is the reason you'll still have a real life to go back to."

[arminsumi]

“you’re short”

“okay? so put some inches in me”

-

all i can imagine is a sassy/bratty reader and a cocky gojo 😭

we’re going to ignore that i’ve only seen one ep of jjk and i’m already requesting smut over it ☠️

OOH, YOU FLIRTIN'?

💗 GOJO さとる

[ Note ] : 🥵😳 what a vision! and lol one ep into jjk n alr thirsty for gojo love that 👍 also u n me are so small compared to him 🫠 also idk if he's more cocky or dorky in this oops lol. and i am writing this on my phone at a sleepover lord help me i have been awkwardly shifting around and avoiding showing my screen to any eyes 😭😭

[ Warnings ] : 🔞 minors do not read/interact : suggestive/18+ content/smut, mentions virgin reader, getting caught

[ Playme ] : XXX

"You're so short."

"Okay, so put some inches in me."

"Yeah, I bet you'd like that, huh?"

"I would, actually."

"Ooh, you flirtin' with me, shorty?"

"Yeah, well you started it, big boy."

Big boy...? 😳

Gojo Satoru, your very cheeky and very bold classmate, who has not held back on flirting teasing you about your height since he met you, is rendered speechless for the first time.

But only for a moment. Soak up your victory quick. He stutters. His brain chokes up. His heart throbs like he's just developed an instant crush. His uniform pants feel uncomfortable.

And then he reanimates himself once he hears Suguru snickering next to him.

"That's pretty bold of you, huh?" he smirks toothily, sinking his shaky hands in his pockets. "Now you're gettin' me all worked up—"

"—oh yeah?" you lid your eyes and flirt. He's taken aback again. "Worked up how?"

"Get a room, you two. Honestly..." Suguru grumbles.

"Yes, I think we will." Satoru winks at you. It's a failed wink. Deep down, he's not confident in his flirting. No. Deep down, he's an awkward dork.

His brain short circuits when you continue flirt back. He actually runs out of things to say.

She's a mature flirt. I'm an immature flirt. How the hell do I keep up? Fuck.

When you and him get alone together, clearing up the chairs after a class, you tease;

"Come on, big boy, what's the matter? Lost your edge?"

"No... I'm just thinking." his voice cracks at the end, he clears his throat. It feels tight. His pants feel tight too.

"About what?"

"About what you look like naked."

You let out a laugh, and laugh and laugh, like he's the most ridiculous flirt you've ever met.

"What?" he raises a brow.

"You're so ridiculous."

Oh yeah. That irks him. That flippant comment. You're not even looking at him as you say it, you're scooting a chair into a desk.

He walks over to you and peers down, making the height difference between you and his 6'3 frame sorely apparent. What a big boy.

"Wanna repeat that for me?"

Ooh his voice is heavy and low, low enough to cause goosebumps on your skin. And the proximity? It makes you feel more than just small, it makes you feel a tingling between your thighs.

He comes closer. Grazes his lips across yours. Mixes breaths with you.

"Uh—" you get flustered.

"—haha, just kidding." he pulls away suddenly. Maybe because he got too nervous (true) or maybe because he felt victorious in knocking you off your high horse (also true).

"I thought you were gonna—" you begin disappointedly.

Satoru cuts you off.

"—do something? Aw, are you horny?" he winks.

"Yeah. For you." you roll your eyes.

Fuck.

My pants feel too fucking tight. Can she see the outline of my dick? Is she looking there?

"Is that so?" he raises a brow, staring right into your eyes. No one holds eye contact quite like Mister Six Eyes.

He chuckles, Addam's apple shifting up and down deliciously. "Aren't you a virgin?" he sneers.

"Yes. I am. Are you gonna do something about it, or just stand there like an idiot?"

He nearly chokes.

Wow. What? She actually just said that?

"Of course I'll do somethin' about it, sweetheart. But..." he leans into your air again, closer than before, 'n breathes tauntingly against your quivering lips.

"... does a goody-two-shoes like you really wanna lose her virginity in a classroom?"

"Stop stalling, big boy. I'm not a "goody-two-shoes"; I'm fucking horny." you seethe lustfully.

Fuck.

He's not sure how to respond. His brain is malfunctioning.

"Alright... then use your words like a big girl and ask me nicely to fuck you." he mutters, lips grazing yours. You can feel how badly he wants to kiss you.

Please say it.

The sexual tension has his heart racing, pretty cock pressing flush against the fabric of his dress pants.

"Satoru..." you begin, pulling on his collar.

He gulps and listens intently. The small touch your fingers make with his neck drives him wild.

"... fuck me."

Something just snaps inside him right there.

He crashes his lips onto yours with a feverish intensity, the rest his history—

—er, until the teacher walks in on you two right as things get toasty, catching Satoru with his hand up your shirt and your hand down his pants. And then you giggle off to detention with Satoru.

He promises to put some inches to your height. Uh... you know... by lifting you off your feet while he stuffs you up with his cock 😌

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[thewulf]

It Matters || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - I was thinking of a jake x reader fic, were the reader believes her opinion doesn't matter because thats all she heard her entire childhood and once jake realizes that or she tells him he starts asking for her opinion, encouraging her to talk more and goes out his way to ask her stuff he already knows.

A/N: Shorty but a goodie. Thank you for the request!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Word Count: 1,400k +

Jake stopped pushing the cart in front of him looking over the options the store had provided. When he couldn’t decide he turned to you who stood behind him waiting, “What do you think darlin’?” He asked hoping to bring you out of your thoughts you seemed to be stuck in.

You shook your head, “I don’t mind. You can pick what you want.” You gave him a reassuring smile as he looked over the boxed macaroni and cheese choices. He’d noticed it quickly but never said much about your aversion to deciding. It’s not that you couldn’t it’s that you were almost afraid to make the decision. Were you worried about making the wrong one? Were you afraid he’d be upset? Whatever it was he decided he needed to help. He didn’t want to press you but he wanted to see if he could try. So, if you couldn’t make a big decision he’d help you make smaller ones.

You watched as he grabbed two boxes before walking over to you, “I can’t decide. What do you think darlin’? White or sharp cheddar?” He held them up for you to take a look.

You shrugged, “I really don’t mind Jake.”

He smiled a touch, “But you have a preference, I know you do.”

“So do you.” You raised your eyebrows as if to challenge him. One of the things he’d quickly fallen for about you. As much as he loved how damn stubborn you were he didn’t enjoy when he was on the receiving end.

He shook his head, “Afraid I don’t sweetheart. Going to need you to decide. My brain’s fried. Mav’s got us doing all kinds of crazy shit in training.”

Your eyes lowered at him, “If I must. Let’s do the white cheddar.”

He smiled really big at that, “Now that wasn’t so hard was it darlin’?” His smirk that drove you mad, in a good way of course, came out.

“No.” You rolled your eyes before meeting his stride. Jake decided not to push any further at the store casually trying to get your opinion on things when he saw an opening. He adored everything about you and only wanted the best.

When it came time to settle in for the night you joined Jake on the couch. He scrolled through the endless catalogue of Netflix shows that seemed to going and going. He pulled you to his side right as you sat down on the couch wanting you by his side.

“Any show you want to start?” He asked without much thought. When you tensed up in his arms he knew there was something so much more than what you were letting on. Maybe it wasn’t his place to push but he truly just wanted to help.

You shook your head quickly, “Oh no, you can put on whatever you’d like.” You were watching the television and not him, so you didn’t notice the saddened look he was giving you. When the channel didn’t change for a moment to long you looked up to him.

“Why do you do that?” He asked with that same look.

Genuinely confused you just looked at him, “Do what?”

He gave you a tight squeeze knowing what he was about to do, pry into a part of your life you kept hidden for one reason or another, “You always deflect darlin’.” Short and sweet and to the point.

You creased your eyebrows in wonder, did you? You thought back on the last three months of dating him and you did exactly that. Had you always done that? You sat there in bemusement of your own account before you felt Jake’s gentle squeeze on your shoulder.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or press you sweetheart. I just want to make sure you are alright?” It came out more of a question.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… I guess I never really realized.” You bit down on your cheek processing his words. It dawned on you just how often you did this with everybody and everything. You were passive. Allowed people to walk all over you. It’s not like you had an awful childhood either, no, not in the slightest. You were just one of six children. Fourth in line and the third daughter. You were a joy but nothing more, nothing less. You weren’t special. You didn’t stand out from any of your brothers or sisters. You got average grades and did well in a few sports you ended up dropping out of. You were just kind of there. A secondary character in everybody’s lives.

It happened over time. You never had you opinion be known. You learned from an early age it was best to just sit down and shut the hell up. That way your mother wouldn’t tell you to shush, and your father wouldn’t throw an angry glare in your direction. It wasn’t just you they did this too. No, your entire family felt the ire of your parents desire. They wanted you to look the part of the happy little perfect family for all the pretentious faces of your city to see. That’s why you didn’t think anything of it. Your brothers and sisters were treated the same way. You weren’t really allowed to have an opinion on things. The concept felt eerily foreign to you.

To make matters worse you followed your father’s footsteps right into the military. The second you turned eighteen you enlisted in the Navy. You weren’t really allowed to have an opinion in this line of work too. It was best to do as you did before, sit down and shut up. Take the orders, do the job, and move on. That’s what you were good at. It’s like your father had trained you from a young age to act a certain way. But the curse turned to a blessing once you met Jake in flight school. You’d been fast friends for a long two years before he decided to make a move on you after the mission at Top Gun. He realized life was short and took the leap. And you were sure glad he did. You’d loved him from the moment you met him. You’d take him as friend or a lover. And you were rather thankful it was the former.

“Really?” He asked pressing his luck just a little further.

You nodded, “My father is military too. We were raised a certain way… very strict. We weren’t exactly allowed to voice our thoughts.” Not elaborating any further you tore your eyes away feeling a flush of embarrassment rip right on through you.

“You know that’s not right? It’s okay to have an opinion. I want you to have opinions! I want to make you happy.” You felt him wrap his arm around you waist giving it a gentle squeeze for some form of comfort.

“I just didn’t think it mattered. My voice never mattered.” You whispered feeling awfully vulnerable as his eyes bore into your side.

He answered quickly, “It matters. Darlin’ your voice matters so much, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, “I can’t… I can’t guarantee I’ll be perfect though Jake. I’ve never had a say. It’s always been told to me. I’m so sorry.”

He grabbed your chin and gently lifted it to look at him. It was agonizing to watch the inner turmoil from your head play out in front of him, “Please don’t apologize. I understand. And if I don’t I’ll try too. I want you to know how much I love you darlin’. I care about what you think. I want to get and do things that make you happy too.”

Your eyes went wide just as his did, “You love me?” He’d never said it out loud before, but he’d loved you for a long time, long before you’d been dating.

“I do.” He nodded knowing he wasn’t going to back out of it. He’d refrained from saying it so he wouldn’t scare you away really. He would’ve told you the night of your first date had he known you wouldn’t have run away. But he knew you. Knew how timid you could be about relationships and feelings. He’d watch you from afar as you tiptoed around these kinds of things in the past.

“That’s good.” You nodded not letting your eyes break from his.

You felt a rumble from his chest and heard a laugh bubble up, “Is that so?”

“Yeah.” You grinned.

“And why’s that?” He pressed as his lips inched closer to yours.

“Because I love you too.” It was almost silent as closed the distance between the two of you. The kiss was different. A little more passionate. Filled with a touch more understanding. He smiled when he pulled back studying your sweet face. He’d successfully knocked another block down from the wall that was slowly crumbling down at his efforts.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Immortal with an immortal S/o pls(maybe where the s/o isn't a hero)

The Immortal x Immortal male reader

Headcanons

Im going off my personal headcanon that Immortals name is Abraham or Abe, just cuz its easier to write. A shorty but a goody. I was listening to old people music, cuz I kept imagining them acting like an old married couple.

Having an immortal partner would be something that helps Abes mental state quite a lot, since one of the reasons he struggles mentally is the fact that the people he loves keeps dying from one thing or another.

How you are immortal doesn’t really matter, even if it strong effects your physical appearance. As long as you can come back like immortal can, or somehow can’t die at all.

Maybe you stood by his side back during the beginning of his hero acts, back before it was called being a hero and it was just Abe wanting the best for the world and its people. But you quickly realize being a hero like that isn’t for you.

You do your own thing when Abe goes out to be a hero. You guys have both been alive for so long that neither of you really get jealous or worry too much if you don’t see each other for months. It’s nice to keep in touch though, and you guys make sure to meet up as much as you can.

Maybe you are more focused on something like the arts, performing, writing, and so on. Or you might even be more active in helping the little guy, like food banks and the likes.

Maybe you live in a cabin far away from the cities, up in the mountains where even the GDA leaves you alone. So, its somewhere Abe can come and just relax and be himself. Cue him coming back from a stressful meeting with the guardians, and he immediately relaxes when he hears the music playing from wherever you are.

You are both very old, which means your tastes are kinda dated. With you not being so busy being a hero, you can be a bit more modern, but there’s still lots of old things that make you nostalgic, and stuff you two like to do together.

I could imagine that Abe quite likes to do domestic things together the old way. Like cooking with the old tools, no modern machines or crazy inventions. Just you two, your hands, and whatever tools you guys have had since the 50s.

You guys would also dress quite old at times, even if it was on accident. People end up thinking you guys are some of those people who dress up and act out old times. It gets a little funny when you guys meet other people who do that, who all gush at how great your outfits are, unaware that it’s so good because its actually your clothes from back then.

Abe is also old school romantic. You bet he brings you flowers. You bet he still acts like he’s courting you like some kind of knight. And you bet he gets scandalized and flustered being too affectionate in public. You find it adorable though.

It’s a very common occurrence for you two to dance together. Be it in your kitchen or living room with oldies playing. Or at those clubs that are for the people dressing up and acting like it’s the 50s for fun.

You guys have most likely also been married for many many years. Way before it became illegal for two men to be married, and maybe even before marriage is as we know it now. But Abe would be so flustered thinking about marrying you again.

You can tell what he’s fumbling about since you’ve known him for so long, but its so endearing that you just let him work up the guts to propose again, probably for the 10th time in your guys long lives.

All in all, you help center Abe much more than he is in canon, since he doesn’t have to worry about you growing old and dying, or just you dying in general. He still worries of course, I don’t think he ever doesn’t worry, but its not as bad.

[youkeepmehigh]

LOVE

Perv!König x reader - König just can’t help but watch you from afar. ( shorty but a goody )

Love,

König loved you, sure you didn’t love him back or even knew he existed but he loved you, he continued for you, he breathed for you, he lived for you. It all started one day in the lounge area of the base, he saw you smiling and cracking jokes, even though your team was feeling tired from their mission they weren’t tired enough to laugh at your jokes. He saw how your clothes hugged your skin, he almost couldn’t contain himself looking at all your curves. Your voice was so sweet and angelic to him, you could talk his ear off and he still wouldn’t ask you to stop.

You were stuck in his head that night he saw you, when he got back to his room he couldn’t even go to sleep. He tossed and turned but no matter how much he tried to get you out of his head he just couldn’t, slowly he started to just let his thoughts flow. He started to think about what your moans would sound like, what you’d look naked, how his cock would look in your mouth. Fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about it. Why did you have to be so perfect? So perfect for him.

His hand started to slowly travel down his stomach, he slipped his hand under the waistband of his boxers and pulled his cock out. His body shivered at the feeling of the cold air on his tip, he started to tease himself, slowly stroking his tip he felt all of his worries and concerns fade away as he got distracted by the feeling of lust.

He imagined that his big rough hand’s stroking him were your smaller soft ones, he wondered if you’d be gentle and take your time with him or the complete opposite. A little part of him wanted you to hurt his feelings, chew him out, tell him how much of a loser he is. He’d love every second of it. He hadn’t even realized he had started stroking himself faster, little groans and whimpers spilled out of his mouth.

He thought about if you had any tattoos, scars, even stretch marks. He wanted to know your whole body and he wanted you to know his too. He would treat you like a princess, pampering you every second of the day. If you wanted something he’d make sure you had it, if you didn’t someone he didn’t like them either, if you wanted mess with his feelings he’d let you. As long as you were happy he was happy.

His thoughts came to a pause when he knew he was very close, his hand stroked faster and his whimpers turned into moans. The feeling of euphoria rushed through his body and he came all over, his cum getting all over his hand and his stomach. He took a moment to catch his breath and couldn’t help but feel a bit disgusted by himself, he still didn’t regret his decision though.

Requests open!!!

[kinkandkreep]

𝑩𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒆

A/N: Hey hey y'all! 👋🏾 Long time no Miguel huh? Well, to remedy that, I've got here a shorty, but a goodie. I've named her Bite Me, and you'll see why as you read. I hope y'all enjoy, and feel free to share your thoughts and send in more Miguel related asks, provided you read my rules first. Ok, and again I say, enjoy! 😁

❥︎ 𝑮𝒊𝒈𝒊 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

You had a bad habit of getting on Miguel’s nerves. 

Not that you were necessarily trying.

At least, not all the time, or even most of the time. 

Is what you say. But Miguel knows better. 

He knows that you may or may not-so-secretly enjoy setting him off. And it’s not even always in the words you say, although those can be particularly infuriating. 

It’s in the way you sashay around him, curves and dips on full display. It’s in the way you touch him, gentle yet teasing. A “comforting” hand on his shoulder, that slowly but surely begins to trail downward, resting just on the small of his back.

Which for Miguel, is particularly sensitive.

To sum up, you're driving Miguel insane. 

He’s always especially on the verge of losing it when he sees you interacting with the other spider people around the complex. 

You’re so friendly and jovial, always offering to help and lending a hand whenever anyone needs something. 

This is undoubtedly a good thing, and Jess always comments on how nice it is to have a go getter like you on the team. 

She’s right, and your propensity for helpfulness would be fine…

If you didn’t insist on also being so touchy with the people you aid. 

And always in front of Miguel no less.

Miguel’s not exactly sure where this sudden possessiveness stems from, but he just knows that he loathes the thought of you touching anyone else the way you touch him. 

He quietly observes you as you go about your business, talking and mingling with the other spiders. 

A seemingly innocuous touch on the shoulder here, a comforting rub on the arm there. 

And a playful butt slap?! 

Uhn uhn, nope.

Miguel stomps over to where you are, currently doubled over laughing at the flushed face of one of your fellow spider men. 

“__? May I speak to you in the lab? There’s something I’d like you to see.”

Miguel’s tone is apparently firmer than he intended, as you quickly straighten up, clearing your throat and gesturing for him to lead the way. 

You don’t miss the way his eyes throw daggers at your companion, but you decide against commenting on it. 

The trek to the lab is mostly quiet, and while you’re not exactly afraid of Miguel, you wonder what it is he needs to show you. 

Different thoughts occupy your mind up until you reach the lab, such that you nearly bump into Miguel when he abruptly stops walking. 

“So, what can I do ya’ for Mr. Boss Man? You said you needed to show me something?”

Miguel is silent for some seconds more, and you’re about to speak again when he suddenly turns, leveling you with a glare that has you taken aback. 

“Do you have any idea how infuriating you are?”

Well, you certainly weren’t expecting that. 

Mouth agape, you grasp for words like a fish out of water. 

“Wh-..I-I’m…what?!”

“You switch around here like you’ve not a care in the world, always so chipper and touchy. Everytime I look around, there you are laughing with or smiling at or touching someone. Why can’t you just be still?”

You’re so taken aback that you can’t even formulate a response for several moments. Where on Earth was this coming from? Since when had Miguel been observing you for long enough to even begin harboring these feelings? And why was he just now saying something? Was it because of earlier?

“-__…hello, Earth to __?”

“Miguel, what in the world? This whole thing has thrown me for a loop. Where is this coming from all of the sudden?”

The man doesn’t answer for several seconds, blood red irises burning into yours. 

After a moment, he turns his back to you, waving a dismissive hand over his shoulder.

“Nevermind __, forget I said anything.”

“No Miguel, I’m not just gonna let this go. I want a proper explanation.”

Approaching him, you place a hand on his shoulder, fully intending to turn him to face you when, in a swift couple of movements, he’s grasped your wrist and flipped you around, your back now pressed up against the large console in front of him. 

Miguel now looms over you, eyes roaming slowly across your face and front. 

“Miguel, what-...”

“Aye coño, I had planned to keep this to myself. You just make everything so difficult, huh?”

You find yourself mesmerized by his low tone of voice and the intoxicating crimson of his irises, such that you’re unable to respond immediately. 

“E-explain Miguel.”

The man gives an exasperated roll of his eyes, caging you in with his hands on either side of you. 

“Useful though you may be, you’re certainly not the brightest crayon in the box, hm?”

You scoff, rightfully offended. 

“If this is your way of flirting, you’re going to seriously have to get better about it.” 

Miguel chuckles, and the sound makes you smile slightly despite yourself. 

“Is that so? Well then, I suppose you’ll have to give me pointers. You know best what tactics work on you after all.”

You begin to speak, before your eyes widen in realization. 

“Wait, you were actually flirting with me? But you just insulted me! Like, two or three times in the span of fifteen minutes. The way you talk, it sounds like you don’t even like me.”

Miguel hums, bringing a gloved palm up to cup your cheek. 

“Ah, my sweet __, you’re so simple. It’s adorable.”

You’re not entirely sure why, but when Miguel’s thumb subconsciously nears your mouth, you bite down on it with some force, causing the man to yank the digit away.

He stares at his thumb for a moment, which glistens slightly with a bit of your saliva, before leveling you with an incredulous look. 

“You bit me.”

You nod. 

“I did. And you totally deserved it. As a matter of fact, I should have bitten you even harder.”

You humph, a little grin curling your mouth. 

It’s quiet between you for a moment, before Miguel does something that frankly shocks you. 

He brings the bitten finger up to his mouth, licking over it slowly while maintaining eye contact with you. 

You can’t deny that the action makes you feel…things, and you’ve little time to react before Miguel has caged you in again, a smirk shaping his infuriatingly handsome face. 

“I never took you for a biter.”

This time though, you’re better prepared for the close proximity. 

“There’s a lot you’ve yet to discover about me, Gigi.”

The distance between the two of you is subconsciously closing, your lips getting closer and closer. 

You can see Miguel’s irises slowly turning scarlet, the color bright and piercing. When next he opens his mouth to speak, you can see the beginnings of sharp fangs dropping from his upper gum line. 

“Really? Well, I’d be interested in getting to know all about you, muñeca.”

You snort quietly, before deciding to bite the bullet and pull Miguel in for a, frankly overdue, kiss. 

The two of you stay connected in your lip lock for quite a few moments, tongues gently exploring one another. You teasingly graze your tongue over the, unbeknownst to you, sensitive film of Miguel’s fangs. 

The action causes the man to moan, and the sound travels straight between your legs. 

Pulling away, Miguel touches his forehead to yours, chuckling breathlessly. 

“Considering you’ve already had your opportunity, I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.”

Before you can inquire about what Miguel means, he quickly leans up and nips at your bottom lip with his fangs, licking soothingly over the plump flesh right after. 

Your giggle at the action evolves into full blown laughter as you double over, jokingly pushing at Miguel’s shoulder. 

“Such a tease Gigi. But sure,” you playfully flick his nose.

“You’re free to take a bite as often as you like.”

[aliencatwafers]

ooooooooh! This is sooooo goood! I love it! Proud of you for sharing a bit of your writing!

I love it! The little details of Fawful stimming and swinging the porch swing and Minty in her coat are SO GOOD! Plus Midbus flying will never not be funny.

It’s the little things like how Fawful slips into a parental tone which catches Minty off guard (hell it caught me off guard too lol) before he acts like a gleeful child. I like this interaction so much since in popular media where you have the bad boy and sweet girl, the bad boy is actually toxic. He’s rewarded by the narrative for being controlling and manipulative, and the dynamic is portrayed as sweet (look at Lore Olympus for Hades, Twilight for Edward, and many other media). Here, Fawful isn’t toxic. Yes he has skeletons in his closet, but he’s clearly being much nicer. He has a wrapped idea on what Minty asserting herself looks like (ie: Minty being like him and being selfish), but he’s still trying to look out for her. Basically he doesn’t want her to get taken advantage of, and he does that in a non controlling and sweet way, I love it!

You have Fawful trying to help Minty be less people pleasing by telling her it’s okay to be selfish. But the tragedy is that he takes it way too far that one has to be selfish all the time. Meanwhile Minty feels like she needs to be nice all the time, but she gets the nuance that being rude all the time only leads to being alone. It’s like a nice duality. They both go too far in their respective traits where Fawful is too selfish and doesn’t know how to balance his wants versus not trampling on the needs of his friends. He assumes that since nothing came easy to him that he always needs to take things by force via brainwashing minions or stealing kingdoms. Meanwhile Minty is always put in the position of giving. She’s right on how kindness works and that it’s a bonus since doing good feels good, but kindness can be exhausting if you’re doing everything but it gets spat at or you get no appreciation. Plus being selfless for too long leads to being stepped on, resentment over not being appreciated, anger at the self for not saying no, and emptiness since constantly going with the flow and not rocking the boat for everyone else’s sake is draining.

There’s also that difference there since what Fawful and Minty want are drastically different. Fawful’s goals are kingdom conquering, and he doesn’t have the means to steamroll nations like Bowser does, so Fawful has to be forceful with manipulation. He can’t ask nicely to get a whole kingdom. Hes seen people nice like Minty get chewed up and spat out, so he doesnt want that for her. Meanwhile Minty just wants to get by and chill, she doesn’t have the resources to fight back if she leaves or snaps at the wrong moment. She wants to keep everyone in harmony so she does the best she can and helps out. She’s not asking for a tall order of a kingdom (aka power, riches, legacy) like Fawful is.

They just need to take a bit from each other like Fawful needs to be nicer and realize not every relationship is transactional. Minty needs to take that roughness and not tolerate someone treating her like shit (and that it's okay to stand your ground even with someone you love as long as its done respectfully).

They both have that moment of introspection and then Fawful wants candy lol! I love your hc that he gets sugar rushes BAD.

"Sweet Swing" A Minty Frazzles Fawful and Minty interaction!

(because I need to share my writing more, I did this on the spot yippee)

(this colored text is when Minty is speaking)

(this colored text is when Fawful is speaking)

"Niceness is suiting you but the glass of kindness has such full that the shards are splitting!" He makes a motion with his hands that looks like a made-up explosion

Fawful is sitting on the swinging bench on Minty's porch, stimming by rocking back and forth. He's deep in thought about something. Not too long after, Minty walks outside with a coat on.

"Sup Fawf? You enjoying the outside view?"

He gives her a short glance.

"Fawful is supposing...but I have thoughts here, the swinging has stimulation."

She takes a second to process what the little guy said, she merely nods.

"Mind if I chill here with you?"

Fawful smiles at Minty, it's a small one but he pats the seat next to him, motioning her to join him. They sit rocking back and forth at slightly uneven speeds, it makes Minty giggle but Fawful just ends up rocking his body back and forth harder, tapping his fingers against the side of the swinging bench.

Minty cocks her head to the side like a confused puppy.

"...Good point. There's only so far you can go with being nice to get what you want. But being kind also isn't about expecting a return, but think about it as a bonus!"

"Are you...talking about me? Like...I'm too nice or something?"

"Fawful fears that effort of yours will be stepped on...if not so already. Be like Fawful! Lack the care of niceness and be treating yourself for once! Minty candy!" He makes direct eye contact with her, talking to her with a sense of superiority, like a stern parent.

"Do you...want some more of my candy?"

Fawful sternly glares at Minty, who can't seem to hold her laughter..! He even jabs her on the side with his little elbow, not enough to hurt of course, but to make a point.

"Minty candy FOR MINTY ONLY! Cease with the oversharing!"

"Haha--aww Fawful, I was just kidding! I get what you meant...! Gotta start being mean?"

"The day this is happening Fawful's friend could be flying with wings!"

It takes a second for her to get what he meant again...OH HIS FRIEND MIDBUS. That makes Minty smile.

"Just...b-be on that out-looking" Fawful is trying to play it off, but seeing his...friend? So happy? Listening to him like this...it's nice.

"Hm...y'know Fawf? Being too mean on the other hand is just going to push people away...after all people really like ya if you're nice!"

Fawful pauses for a moment...but then he ends up rolling his eyes

"Oooh yes yes yes so if Fawful had pleading with pleasing and niceness they would be handing over all kingdoms to him like a slap in the palm!" He was....obviously being sarcastic.

Minty makes a cute little heart motion with her hands.

"Hah! As if people would ever be adoring Fawful without his spray of goodness...or the threats of lives." Fawful refers to...past events in his life where people listened to him. He crosses his arms.

Minty blushes, not outright saying it but...she likes him. And she's not mind controlled, and especially not threatened...

"Wait--but--what about what you just said??"

"....Fawful will have redeeming that candy offer now."

That certainly got a rise out of the girl, she huffs...Fawful's testing her.

"Without guts for decline, all candy is for me~!"

With a devilish smirk, suddenly Fawful leaps out of the swing and makes a dash right towards her front door. Minty audibly gasps, getting up.

"What?? Nono wait not ALL of my candy! NOT AGAIN!"

She squeals out of anxiety as she barges inside her own home to chase after the love of her life from going on a full on sugar rush......again.