#and those preferences are pretty subtle at times I'll admit

[shinynewmemories]

Listen to me Suzanne Collins did not have to give Katniss and Peeta a history before the games. She did NOT have to do that. She could have just had their story begin when Peeta's name was called. She could have had them be total strangers until the moment of the reaping.

Like: "And the boy tribute is... Peeta Mellark!" Katniss: Who's that? Or she could have made them vaguely familiar with each other! Peeta's name is called and Katniss just thinks, Oh, I know that name! He's in my class, actually. Poor boy... Anyway!

Either way, SC could have written the rest of the story exactly the same! I think many authors would have done that! Because if Peeta's purpose in the book was to be Gale's competition, to be one of the 3 corners of a love triangle, THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN THE WAY TO DO IT!! But that's NOT how she did it because that's NOT what Peeta is.

And who is he? To Katniss, Peeta's someone who saved her and her family and received nothing in return except a beating. Peeta's someone she has had her eye on but has never worked up the courage to talk to. Peeta's someone she associates with kindness and hope. And all this before the start of the events of the book! Just because WE, the READERS, met Gale before Peeta and immediately felt a connection with him does NOT mean that was Katniss's experience! And that's what SC is trying to tell us!

To dismiss Katniss and Peeta's past as unimportant or inconsequential compared to whatever Katniss and Gale have in the present is to fundamentally misunderstand Katniss as a character and, as a result, condemn oneself to never fully understand the choices she makes in the future.

Suzanne Collins wrote it that way on purpose because she had something to say. And no one will ever be able to convince me that something wasn't "It was always going to be Peeta".

[ssentimentals]

a pleasant surprise {lee chan}

pairing: dino x fem!reader

prompt: 'is that my shirt?' + 'i love it when you moan my name' (this work is part of my 1k event, go check out other works of mine here)

warnings: nsfw (minors, this work is a no-no for you), blowjob, whipped channie, unprotected sex (which is also a no-no but this time for everyone), a tiiiiny bit of dirty talking

chan doesn't find stereotypical 'sexy' things enticing at all. low cleveage, clothes that hug one's body like a second skin, high heels, red lips - all those attributes don't provoke anything in him; he doesn't have anything against them, they just don't affect him in any way. there are other things that excite him and have blood rushing south - you and anything about you, for example. he used to have some views on what is pretty and sexy before but after your appereance in his life, all those criterias changed drasticallly and took a shape of you in a way that is a bit embarrassing to admit. hair color that he finds pretty? exactly like yours. style he prefers on girls? the way you dress. what he looks for in a girl? everything that you have and nothing else. 'don't wait up for me, i'll stay the night,' he says loudly to his roommate.

jeonghan snorts unattractively. 'when you haven't? stop pushing your lovey-dovey relationship right into my face and get out of here.'

chan grins. he knows there's no bite in those words and turns around, sending his roommate a wink. 'don't choke on your jealousy while i'm gone.'

'brat!' jeonghan throws a pillow at him and dino easily ducks, making hannie smile. he may tease him a lot, but in reality he's very happy for his friend. 'get your stupid face out of here!'

'already gone!'

chan never understood this game some people play of acting cold. holding yourself back, not replying as soon as you saw the message, getting late to the dates... all of it doesn't make sense to him. chan's enthusiasm towards you is not subtle at all and he never tried to hold himself back. why would he? he's always happy to see you, always rushes to see you, always eager to reply and meet up. that's why he's practically running to your place, breath coming in short puffs as he speeds up at his maximum. casual and chill nights with you are his favorite and memory of your warm body plastered to his makes him smile widely. he sprints to your room and bangs loudly, taking few seconds to catch his breath.

'coming!' you open up, staring at him with a wide grin. 'that was fast, did you run here?'

'i'm always running to you,' he replies cheekily, loving how even after so many months his words still bring blush on your cheeks. 'and-'

chan freezes. he didn't notice at first, but now when you step back and walk towards your bed, he can see very well what you're wearing and his brain shuts off for a second. yes, chan doesn't find a lot of stereotypically sexy things enticing at all, but this? you wearing this? that's the top on his sexy things list. he closes the door automatically and doesn't move away from his place, following your moving figure with his eyes hungrily.

'i think we can continue watching that anime or if not, i downloaded several movies-' you turn, frowning at his unmoved state. 'channie? why are you still standing there?'

'is that my shirt?' he rasps out, suddenly having trouble swallowing.

you quickly look yourself up and down, shrugging. 'oh yeah, i found it in the closet. it's a bit big on me, but that's fine.'

in chan's humble opinion simple 'that's fine' doesn't cover it. his t-shirt which is voersied even on him reaches right up to the middle of your thighs and it does things to him that he's ashamed to admit. familiar heat coils in the pit of his stomach and he swallows dryly, pulling his phone out of his pocket and dropping it on the table nearby. you wearing his clothes is a plesant surprise, the one that makes his heart beat a little bit faster and his hands itch with desire to touch.

'channie?' you call, confused. 'is everything-'

'please tell me you're not wearing anything underneath,' he interrupts. 'please.'

'i-' you gasp when he suddenly crosses the distance between you two in a blink of an eye. 'um, there is-'

he doesn't let you finish. chan is not known for being a patient person in general and how can he stay patient right now, when you're looking the way you do right in front of him? his hands are on you in instant, reverently feeling up your legs, groaning like he's in pain when he realizes that you're not wearing any shorts. your silky skin makes him salivate in a really unattractive and maybe even concerning way and he licks his lips, staring down at you with lust blown eyes. 'this is such a nice surprise,' he mutters, pushing you towards the bed. 'the best outfit. you should always greet me looking like that.'

you laugh at this and he softens instantly, looking up at you. your laugh is one of his favorite sounds, it makes his heart skip a beat every single time when he hears. that probably isn't very healthy, but chan doesn't care when it comes to you; you make his heart perform acrobatics in his chest and he doesn't even blink, will gladly rip it open for you to see so you'd know what you do to him.

'what's gotten into you, my god,' you laugh as he throws you onto the bed. 'chan!'

he grins when at your loud squeak as he pounces on you, settling his body on top of yours. you struggle, obviously finding it hard to breathe, but chan just lays motionless, grinning at your futile attempts of escaping. 'you've gotten into me,' he replies hotly, finding your mouth with his. 'all's your fault.'

kissing you is like coming up for air when you've been underwater for way too long. it feels like taking that very first breath of air, filling your lungs with it and realizing that you're saved. chan kisses you with all he has every time, never holds back, fueled by idea that if this might be the last kiss then you'll know how much he loved you. he gives it all for you, to you and you respond to it in such a majestic way that it knocks all the breath out of him. your body is his favorite instrument and he knows what to touch and how to do it to make your head cloud with pleasure. he uses it to his advantage, loves watching you turn into a writhing mess under him.

'feels good,' you breathe out when he finally tugs away his t-shirt from you, grasping your breasts.

'yeah?' chan grins, leaning in to lick a fat stripe on your collarbones. 'wanna make you feel even better.'

chan is a pleaser. he likes making you feel good, better than good. he likes hearing your moans, likes knowing that he's the reason of them. likes playing with your breasts and biting lightly on your nipples to make you groan loudly. likes when you first your hands into his hair and tug, when he gets a bit too harsh with his bite marks. likes when you pointedly try to push his head downwards, always shy to speak up and tell exactly what you want. when your chest is covered in tiny marks almost everywhere, only then chan relents, leaning back to admire his work. exquisite. he is so, so in love.

'channie,' you whine, pushing your legs together in a subtle way of asking for attention there.

'hm? you want something?' he asks, fully leaning back and taking a hold of your knees. 'something in particular?' he pushes your knees to the sides, easily fitting himself between your legs. 'what is it?'

you huff in annoyance and try to glare at him, but your hair is a mess and your lips are shiny and swollen from kisses and you look fucked out so your glare is very ineffective in that state. chan chuckles and gets out of the bed to stand right next to it and pointedly reaches for his belt, quickly opening it. 'i think it's your time to work a little, baby.'

chan is a pleaser but he's not selfless. he will die a happy man if he dies with your lips wrapped around his cock. still glaring at him, you quickly switch positions, crawling on bed till you get on the edge, your face right next to the place he wants to have it the most. 'don't glare, baby,' chan admonishes gently, pushing zipper of his jeans down. 'i know you want it. don't you want it?'

your butt cutely wriggles and you lick your lips, making him chuckle. he is so, so weak for you. but good thing is that you are so, so weak for him too. 'say that you want it,' chan mutters, stepping closer and getting rid of his jeans. 'cmon baby, don't lie to yourself.'

your hands push his underwear down and chan hisses when you immediately wrap your hand around his shaft. 'i want it,' you breathe out, looking up at him in a way that makes his dick even harder.

'go ahead then.'

it's a really hard mission not to come from the first three strokes. just like he knows what you like, you also know how to make him buckle his hips helplessly. your nails digging into his skin, your hot mouth wrapped around him - chan grunts with an effort of not fucking up into your mouth. you look sinful like this, so sexy that it makes his head spin; he grabs your hair in order to stay focused. your head bobs enthusiastically, you create your own rhythm and chan groans, knowing how you like when he's vocal about his pleasure. 'just like that,' his fingers automatically pull your hair into a ponytail, tugging. 'doing so good, i'll fuck you so good afterwards, baby.'

your answering moans revebrates around your throat and he shivers from additional stimilus, bucking his hips. this action makes you choke and you pull back, his hands immediately on your face, caressig your cheeks in apologizing manner. 'sorry, sorry,' chan says, quickly checking if you're okay. 'all good?'

you nod, wiping away spit from your chin. your hand reaches out to stroke him and chan groans, when you look up and lick your lips. 'all good,' you say, smirking. 'if i knew wearing your clothes would get you like this, i-'

'you'd be the death of me,' chan finishes and tugs your hair harshly. 'lay back on the bed.'

chan is a weak man. if he were stronger then at the sight of you naked he would have taken his time to worship your body, but... chan is a weak man and he has no patience. his fingers find your heat in seconds and he tries to slow down, he really does, but one finger becomes two way too quickly even if you're not complaining.

'chan, oh my god,' your back arches as he thrusts up two fingers in a pace that is too quick.

'i love it when you moan my name,' chan whispers into your skin, lavishing your breasts with his attention. 'can you take more?'

chan prays you agree because he feels like he might burst any second now; when you nod, his sigh of relief is almost palpable as he adds third finger, reveling in your wetness and your loud whimpers. he likes how vocal you are, how you don't shy away from pleasure, how you seek for it in the most erotic ways when your head is on the cloud nine. your body moves along with his fingers, wants them deeper and he curses at the lewd image it makes, moving a little downwards.

'i'll fuck you so good,' he promises - babbles, really. 'you've been so good to me, i-'

his words die out as he bottoms out, flesh to flesh. it's always heaven to be locked with you in this way, to feel your warmth all around him. he always has to take few seconds to calm down, to find his footing, to relish in this feeling before he moves. your hips start moving, calling out for him and he is not that strong to resist your call. sometimes chan is in the mood to draw it out, to be slow and tease you until you're crying, but today is not that day. his patience snapped long time ago and he instantly sets a punishing pace that makes you choke on your moans. grabbing at the pillow desperately, it takes you few moments to start moving along with him, bringing you both to pleasure much faster. his grip on your hips is bruising and when chan moves his fingers to grab the back of your thighs and change the angle, you squeak, almost biting your tongue in the process.

'good?' chan asks, concentrating all his strength in holding your legs up higher. 'like this is good?'

'yes, yes, so good, chan,' you drool a little, succumbing to the pleasure fully. 'so fucking good.'

chan only groans at that, snapping his hips harder. he can hold off for you, but it's hard when you're so wet and warm, when your body is so honest in letting him know how exactly he makes you feel. chan prides himself in this, how he can make you crazy with it, how he gets to be the one who sees you like this. it's a privelege more than anything and he will never take it for granted.

'close,' you manage to croak out, gasping for breath.

chan nods in acknowledgement and doubles his effort, losing his rhythm in favor of bringing you to the peak closer. sweat runs down his face and he huffs, falling on his hands. your legs wrap tight aroudn him instantly as his mouth latches on yours, swallowing all your sounds eagerly. 'so pretty for me,' chan whispers into your mouth, looking at you with hearts in his eyes. 'always so good, cmon, you can come baby, i know you want to, don't hold it.'

there's something about his whispers that makes you cry, shaking with pleasure. he sucks hickeys on your neck while you get off from your high. little shocks run through your body and you turn your head, bumping noses with him. 'channie,' you call, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

you sound so satisfied that chan grins. 'can i?' he asks and at your nod, he uses your body to chase his own high. it doesn't take him long to pull out and spill all over your stomach, groaning. 'fucking hell.'

your chuckle makes him smile and he flops next to you, kissing you senseless. he knows you're about to get whiny and bratty at the sticky semen on your stomach, so he quickly stands up, searching for anything to wipe it off with. 'let's just go to the shower,' you call, reaching out of him. 'i demand to be carried.'

chan can't even pretend that he doesn't like it. he can't even for a second keep the barrier of a stoic and cool guy when he's with you. not when he turns into a poodle, not when he's ready to give you everything you ask for. he easily lifts you up, smiles warmyl at your giggles and carries you to the shower, kissing your forehead. 'i'm so leaving my hoodie here,' he says, carefully putting you down. 'greet me in it next time?'

a/n: it's funny how i try to make chan gentle and make it more like love making and not fucking and then my fingers live their own life and he ends up the way he did here :D - nini

tagging @prpldahy

[invinciblerodent]

And now that I'm talkin' act 2, I'm very preoccupied today by thinking about how Iona (with her high charisma and crooked morality) had the innate potential to be such an incredibly toxic, deeply unsettling presence in the party -especially to Astarion-, without even meaning to be.

Like. She's a liar, and an accomplished one, a legitimate master of the craft (with her +14 to deception on even a bad day), who's had decades to hone her craft by living in her lie and not breaking (in both the sense of not breaking character and the sense of not breaking herself)- there's no two ways to spin that. But most of the party seems to be able to accept that she isn't going to turn this talent against them, and they seem to believe that their own conversations with her have either been honest, or close enough to it to count as such. She says nice things and is perfectly pleasant, she's generally kind and understanding towards them, follows through, and if she is uncomfortable with a question or a topic, she'll more readily tell them "don't ask, and I won't lie" than deceive them, so they mostly just accept that: they seem to be able to trust a liar that's at least honest about being a liar.

But Astarion? Sure, he's the most like her in the group, but the main difference between them is that she's not going off a playbook perfected by centuries of experience, she's just actually good at this, and there's little way for just how scary that is to take root in his mind until like... early- to mid-act 2.

Sure, she's spun many a pretty tale for goblins, cultists, zealots, and other assorted people desperate enough to believe anything before then, but his very own unexamined biases prohibit him from seeing those people as anything more than simple idiots. There's no harm, those people would have always been convinced by the obvious, bare-faced lies she had told with almost a wink and a smile in his direction. Hell, their very own little game of flirtation was conducted with a very subtle undercurrent of mutual understanding that their bullshit is bullshit, at least in part, and the give and take of it was trying to find the other's limits on where the bullshit ends, and the truth begins. She had him off-balance and forced him into going off-script for the first time in centuries, and while that's of course uncomfortable, it's also... kind of fun, in its way. Novel.

But then, once they get closer to Moonrise... it starts getting a bit intimidating.

She talks a mad drider into giving over his only means of protection and walking willingly into the deepest depths of the Shadow Curse.

She goads the surgeon into letting his assistants murder him by spinning it as teaching, and he dies with a smile on his face.

She bargains with a cambion for Wyll's soul, and comes out on top.

She talks an orthon into wiping out his followers and then killing himself, in part as a favor to Astarion specifically.

And while that's all profoundly impressive, there's still something in the way that tiny hint of an impish smile is still playing in the corner of her lips that just... makes his brain prickle with unease.

But in such a deeply vulnerable moment, as he's requesting her aid with Cazador, admitting feeling fear, weakness, damn near everything he loathes the most in himself, when he looks at her... He can see nothing but utter sincerity. She tells him "Of course I'll help. We'll hunt him down and kill him." as if it was the simplest damn thing on the plane, and he believes her.

He's stuck stewing with that odd feeling and trying to figure out what to say for the entire next day, distracted and oddly quiet. Either way, that night, before he'd know it or could stop it, I like to think that the words -however much he would prefer to stay cool about it- are just spilling from his mouth like that because he just needs her to understand that the game is over. He wants it to be over, and isn't over essentially admitting defeat, admitting that he's not lying to her anymore, that he hasn't been lying to her for a while now if he's to be really honest, and that he needs her to not lie to him anymore either. "I want us to be something real."

(I wish I could use the tadpole connection to let him into her head, AND hug him, AND say "we can be together without sleeping together" all at the same time tbh. But the hug will suffice for the scene, the rest can happen in just m'fic. <3)

[jamiewintons]

Jamie Winton Smut Alphabet

The third in a series of smut alphabets that I'll be writing for the Baynton Boys. Let me know which boy you'd like to see next!

18+ ONLY! F!Reader. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jamie tends to be pretty quiet after sex. It’s one of the only times where he’s not thinking about the things that worry him, and he just wants to lie there with you and relax in the afterglow. He’ll cuddle up to you and kiss your forehead, and make quiet conversation about both of your days.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

Your thighs. Jamie’s not sure exactly why he’s so attracted to that part of you, but nonetheless, anytime you wear something that accentuates them he’ll be so distracted.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

Jamie definitely has abandonment issues, which can make him get a little bit possessive. Because of this, he’ll mark you up on occasion, usually only in places that others won’t see (such as your hips and thighs). Seeing those marks that he made and only he will see reassures him that you’re not going anywhere.

D = Dominant (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? are they a top or a bottom?)

He’s usually more of a sub, but if he’s in the right kind of mood he can be a bit more dominant (usually after you tease him incessantly).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jamie doesn’t have much experience, since you’re only the second woman he’s ever slept with. He’s incredibly caring and attentive though, and very talented with his fingers.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Make love for sure. He loves you and he wants to show you in every way possible.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jamie’s not exactly cracking jokes during sex, but he’s able to laugh a little bit if he’s feeling comfortable.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you grab Jamie’s tie to pull him into a kiss, he’s going to be turned on instantly. He also thinks it’s hot when you wear his clothes.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

Jamie tries to be subtle about letting you know, he’ll usually touch your hand or your thigh, or gently brush some of your hair out of your face, and just look into your eyes. Really it’s the way he looks at you that lets you know how he’s feeling.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He prefers not touch himself anymore, since for a long time after Layla disappeared that was all he had. If he’s turned on when you’re not around, he’d rather wait for you than deal with it himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jamie considers himself pretty vanilla, but he does have mild praise and breeding kinks that he’s too embarrassed to admit to.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers doing it in bed usually, but he doesn’t mind a bit of shower sex every once in a while.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Jamie generally likes to take things very slowly, to make it romantic, but he can be persuaded to speed things up a bit. One thing that he often does is run his hands up and down your thighs as he kisses you. You can easily get Jamie in the mood by wearing one of his shirts or his hoodie with just underwear (or nothing else at all) underneath.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not going to do anything to hurt you, or anything to degrade you either. As we know, he’s scandalised by the idea of even pulling someone’s hair while kissing them, so he’s very gentle.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Jamie prefers giving, and he’s pretty good at it (though not as good as he is with his hands, so he tends to use both his mouth and fingers at once), but any time you offer to return the favour, he’s more than grateful and definitely enjoys himself.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. He likes to take his time and do things “properly”.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Jamie usually likes to take things slow, but he’s not completely opposed to the occasional quickie, typically in the morning before he starts getting ready for work (or even, on a few occasions, in a storage closet at the bank when he’s having a bad day).

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jamie’s not a big risk taker, but if you can make him comfortable you might be able to convince him to broaden his horizons a little. He’s pretty satisfied with vanilla sex, though.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Jamie’s stamina isn’t excellent in the beginning, but with practice and persistence he makes a lot of improvement. He can usually go for two rounds on a good day before he gets tired, but you’re usually very satisfied after one.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

No. He’s only really comfortable having sex when he’s in a committed relationship.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not really the teasing type, at least not intentionally. Sometimes his tendency to take things slowly seems almost teasing to you, and you end up begging him to hurry up. He doesn’t even know how he’s affecting you until you tell him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jamie tries really hard to keep himself quiet, because he’s embarrassed by the little moans and whimpers he makes. You have to convince him that you want to hear him and know that he’s feeling good.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

It takes him a while. His inexperience combined with his guilt over having feelings for someone other than Layla makes him very nervous to initiate anything with you. But once you finally get to it, it’s certainly worth the wait.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jamie’s a little insecure about his body; like all of the Baynton Boys he’s very thin, and he’s never seen himself as attractive.

He’s pretty impressive in the size department — he’s the son of God, what do you expect? — but due to only sleeping with Layla before you he really has no idea how he compares to other guys (unless you decide to tell him).

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Surprisingly high. He’s a bit embarrassed by it at first, until you assure him that there’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jamie doesn’t fall asleep quickly afterwards, he likes to spend some peaceful, quiet time with you for a while before you turn in for the night.

[tiredassmage]

For the OTP asks: Tyr/Theron, 2, 36 and 56 :)

2. What would they do if the other woke up in a manic state after a nightmare?

Patience is key - something Theron sussed out with relative ease once they settled into something more than those longing gazes and stolen conversations on Rishi and Yavin IV. Tyr needs space (sometimes physically) to be able to work out the 501 things on his mind when it starts racing. Especially if he’s metaphorically stumbling over how to phrase or admit to something bothering him, Tyr often distances himself and semi-often ends up pacing the length of a room. It isn’t always about staying away from unwanted physical contact; it’s usually more about some odd sense that physical space will help him lay out his own thoughts, even if they’re not objects he can rearrange on his desk.

Theron (and Vector, as an aside, bestie mvp) has gotten pretty good at sort of leading him on, in a way, trying to keep him talking until he figures out what’s bothering him. More than likely, if he stops, it’ll just continue to stew in his own thoughts and nobody gets closer to answers that way. He needs some coaxing, sometimes. It’s a nice, subtle reminder that he’s not in all of this alone.

I imagine Theron’s probably a cuddler though. Even on their good nights, they can end up in a weird, tangled heap of limbs and blankets because contact generally means that they’re safe, they’re there if they need each other. And Theron worries a lot about Tyr. Theron is easier to comfort with sheer presence, staying by his side and letting him fuss over him, if he needs to, with softly murmured assurances. If they both need a walk (or if it would just benefit one of them), they might slip down to the docking area for the Phantom and either just sit out there to enjoy the night sky or maybe change scenery altogether and slip aboard for the rest of the night.

36. Who’s more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

It will likely turn into a team affair - if they’re going to be making food, they might as well be up, after all, and they enjoy spending the time together, but probably slightly more likely to be Theron actually starting things. Tyr may take over the actual cooking of the matter, but Theron’s the one that convinces either of them that this is a sound and worthwhile idea. He is the more consistent one of the pair to look out for their more domestic needs. Or at least Tyr’s. It’s easier to accuse someone else of being too involved in their work than actually correct his own habit.

Them in the kitchen often involves Theron draped across his back, watching over his shoulder while he works and occasionally stealing tastes when he “isn’t” looking. Tyr occasionally playfully scolds this behavior. They’ve probably burned something before because they got distracted on each other. ;) Which, speaking of-

There's nothing criminally suggestive or detailed in this last one, but just in case and also for easier reading, hopefully, I'll toss a cut here.

56. What do they do to turn the other on/put them in the mood?

I’m accusing Tyr of being the usual instigator, even if his lead doesn’t always last through the act itself (something both of them are quite pleased with - what can they say, they like taking care of one another). This did, after all, start at least partially because Tyr thought it was hilariously (and maybe a bit adorably) easy to fluster Theron even with a half-implied compliment. That said, they’re not merciless in public. Both of them prefer at least some measure of privacy for actually acting on anything. Semi-better related to a different question, probably, but they’re a very casually intimate pair in public - they often end up side by side in briefings, usually brushing shoulders or holding hands or some other small grounding gesture.

But, for all they’ve been through and now being married, Tyr can usually get Theron with a challenging, teasing smirk and a suggestive stealing against a nearby wall. Tyr’s rather weak for Theron kissing his neck and shoulders. They very easily trade quick kisses in passing or when leaving and returning, but if they’re going to spend time in a longer embrace, its usually either for grounding and reassurance, or hands start roaming and they find an excuse to be missing for a while. Tyr can be a bit of a tease dropping compliments and little elbow nudges into conversation just to see Theron blush. Theron still isn't all that great at the words half of the relationship, so prefers most of their actions one on one. He might spend some time giving Tyr a bit of a massage, especially around his shoulders - which conveniently doubles as a great way to convince him to relax in general and for the pair of them to spend time together.

[celinewitch]

Writing whatever I feel, once I think of something it just flows like this

Oh man, grojband huh (look at previous reblog). I didn't grow up with it or anything like that but back when I was obsessed with western world, including its animation series, I was really into that. Someone also posted the episodes on youtube too making it accessible to me. So I did have a quite a nostalgic feelings over it

There was this really interesting thing I have though. I found out from digging the net that canadian tv show have this stereotype of being varying levels of quality? It's kinda dumb thinking really cause like so is everywhere else in the world including america, so why only canada? just cause the most well known shows from there have mixed reception doesn't mean all shows from there are like that. There's this video I really like about canadian tv shows by someone growing up with it and I can feel the excitement and fondness that even I feel that nostalgic drive, even though I obviously don't grow up in canada

Anyway yeah I was a westaboo 3-4 years ago, I even sold a lot of my manga (which I will choke my past self for that wtf are you doing you idiot) I'll admit that. I guess I was trying to be less of a weeb after knowing that people out there find people like me cringe so I thought maybe I should migrate to other types of media. Which is dumb thinking. But seeing now I think it's... really no different from a lot of animes I watched back then? I really thought stuff like SU or Adventure Time is really very shonen-like? Please don't get triggered if anyone's reading this, I was a hardcore anime fan back then so I can't help but compare.

Back again I guess one thing about western animated shows is that it has a more off beat tone in its comedy? It took me a while to get used to that kind of atmosphere and mood not gonna lie. Yeah I grew up woth sponge bob but back then I was a kid who don't understand anything. While anime has more direct humor, and most of the time likes to reference other medias imo

I'm pretty sure that there are tons of essays out there that highlight the difference between these shows but one thing I do find about the western animated shows are they have this really big emphasis on 1 individual character arc. I feel this with something like Bojack the most it feels really... real which is a very bad description but bear with me. It focuses on a specific theme but in the way that's less melodramatic and just less fantastical at all (even though he's like a horse, but hey that's the point). It's really hard to watch at times but I also can't let my eyes off of that messy life of a talking horse. But then it also gets silly in a very american way, and those two jarring tones that sometimes works sometimes don't are what I tend to get from western animated shows

In anime I would usually say it's still realistic af but not to the point of despairingly, I guess it's brought up in a more subtle way and manifest more in its commentary on societal issues? It is still very real and gets to you but it will also still have a bit fantastical element of it. Like the way they tend to manifest emotions as physical manifestations. Perhaps because it was to show that those mental anguish is real? When it's shown in an understandable form it will be easier to see, especially in place where issues like this irl tend to be dismissed

Yeah they have their difference in themes and ways of storytelling mainly though thanks to cultural difference as well. But they also influence each other, like look at SU many manga and anime references. The Owl House's too. While from anime side the Osamu Tezuka Father of Manga has said he's influenced by a lot of disney animated movies back then.

So my thinking back then that there's this big difference between both and one is better than the other is so dumb. I wish people can just like both or even if they have preference for one, not to put down the other with comparisons. Letting go of that make me to this day enjoy them for what they are.

How I go from thinking over 1 canadian tv show to talking about why I used to have this phase of liking anything west animated tv shows and then talk about the difference I feel on east and western shows is beyond me, man if you read this I'm sorry

[globalrebrand]

When You Deny Them

Third Years Part I: Vil, Leona

Warnings: None, not sfw, gn!reader, fluff

A/N: I'll do more of these for the other third years, hopefully.

Vil Schoenheit

With Vil, sex usually happens organically and by mutual invitation. A cuddling session will turn frisky, a scheduled encounter you both have been anticipating all day, (you and Vil are so busy you have to plan sex 😢 but it can still be sexy!)

Otherwise Vil goes off your cues. Touch his thigh and give him sultry look and he’s prepared to put you back in your place for "groping him so brazenly." Crawl into your shared bed and straddle him, or whisper in his ear how much you missed him. After some teasing, Vil will put aside most things to indulge you.

However he’s not used to you not giving him the green light. And Vil prefers you initiate because he likes to feel wanted, it's the ultimately a little ego boost for him. So what does he do when he’s horny but you’re not matching his energy or giving him the signal?

He doesn’t actively seduce you generally. The only times Vil initiates are on special occasions, your birthday, anniversary, etc, or when he’s trying to interrupt your plans so you stay in instead of going out without him.

However, if you keep turning down his advances he'll preen just like a peacock would, metaphorically spreading his tail feathers and flashing them at you.

Vil will put in a little more effort to get your attention. He'll lounge around in silk pajama with the shirt unbuttoned and recline in seductive poses.

He’ll even sneak up on you shirtless, lightly perspiring while wearing some running leggings that show off his toned ass and bulge and whisper in your ear that he's about to take a shower and how boring it would be without you.

If you wave him off he might spill something on you so you have to join him

If those attempts don't work, he'll up the ante. Vil will plan a romantic evening at home, hiring a private chef and serving a meal exclusively of known aphrodisiac foods and red wine. He'll turn on music the two of you can slow dance to on you patio over looking your beautifully maintained garden. Then he presents you with a new piece of jewelry or fancy watch. Hoping that is overtures will entice you. After all what a good partner he is! Spoiling you so.

And if that doesn't work...Vil’s not above playing the jealousy card to rile you.

If he's being subtle he'll post a thirst trap on magicam that will get a lot of attention, if he really wants to make you jealous he'll make sure you see other people fawning over him when you go to events. He hopes you'll get so worked up that you just drag him in to the bathroom and ride him. Pretty please, he won't beg. yet

Vil would never admit it, but he kind of loves then you play hard to get, telling him your busy and denying him, it only makes him all the more eager to finally get you back in his bed, or shower, wherever really since he can be so competitive, but... after a certain time the fun wears off and he has to get more forceful.

He does this by nudging you awake if you fell asleep after completing your nightly skincare routine and telling you that he has something that can ensure you have good dreams (his dick), but if you rebuff him yet again he’ll just shoot straight.

"Is something wrong my love? Have I not made my intentions clear enough? I want you...very badly."

If you tell him you're tired or over worked and thusly not in the mood, he pulls one last resort.

He schedules a vacation where he can have you all to himself.

Vil gets it you are both busy with your respective lives but you both have needs that neither of you are fulfilling with your current routine. If you work he’ll call your boss and tell them he’s taking you on vacation for a month and that if they have a problem with it that he can get you a better job with the snap of his fingers.

He picks an extremely romantic vacation in a gorgeous locale but there's really little point, Vil just wants to keep you in the hotel room.

"Isn't this wonderful, I have you all to myself little one." He'll coo while he curls his arms around you as you look out of a balcony over crystal waters. "Zero distractions. How about you make it up to me? You can start on your knees."

Leona Kingscholar

Sex with Leona is frequent and if it doesn't start as a natural part of how much time you spend napping and cuddling in bed, Leona initiates by telling you exactly what he wants you to do. Sometimes he's sweet and sultry about it, "pretty little herbivore, why don't you go ahead and get yourself off on my dick, yeah?" Other times he's straightforward. "Oi herbivore, get over here and ride me." Depends on his mood.

Regardless, Leona is a man with expectations about the sex he is "owed" in a relationship and if he’s not getting it he’ll be vocal about it. He's horny damn it! You're supposed to take care of that.

If you scold him for being grumpy towards you he’ll probably respond with something snarky like "sorry, I haven’t had my dick sucked in a week" And yes a week is all it takes to have leona protesting about sexual neglect and alienation of affection.

When it comes to you, Leona is absolutely shameless. He goes on the prowl, for you. Stalks you in your (shared) home during the day. He'll tug your undergarments down and grope at you or fondle you over your clothes. He will knock it off if you tell him to in a really firm tone that's not what you want right now, but then he’ll start demanding reasons why the two of you can’t drop everything and fuck in this hallway. The servants would just look the other way so there's really no harm in it, right? wrong

If he’s really desperate he’ll try to service you to entice you. A rare occurrence. You’ll wake up and he’ll be kissing the insides of you thighs and asking if you need him to do anything for you or complaining that he's hungry. Leona makes it very hard to turn him away, but if you have the strength to bat a pining Leona away from your spread thighs power to you.

In another bout of desperation for you, Leona will purposely arrange a situation where you catch him masturbating. On your bed, in the shower, hell even on a couch in a very high traffic area of your home. Shirt unbuttoned, cock out, looking completely unashamed as he asks, "You can help me with this can't you herbivore?"

He'll start walking in on you naked more than he already does to try and strike when you're vulnerable. And while normally Leona's a bit stingy with compliments, they suddenly become free flowing, if a not a little guilt tripping.

"So pretty, herbivore, and for what? Depriving me of this beautiful body. It's such a shame."

After a while Leona makes you a proposition. "If I beat you in chess, I get to do whatever I want with you." He won't take no for an answer (he's painfully stubborn) but the game really isn't fair considering how good Leona is at chess. When he inevitably wins he'll gloat and make sure you make if up to him. He won't tell you, but he really missed your routine intimacy.

"Finally, I can get what I need." Leona purrs as he pulls you into his chest, when you complain about his statement he adds, "Don't worry I'll take care of you too, but you have a lot to make up to me...now on the bed and spread 'em, be quick about it."

[kingdaddydaichi]

NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

[citrusillyboe]

May I request an fluffy work of shy gn reader who is secretly an cute aesthetic influencer that cater follows (and discovers their identity)

Thank you!

☆In Disguise

📒 - character[s] | dorm[s]; cater diamond (ft. rook hunt)

📒 - genre; [platonic/romantic + gn!reader] slight crack and more fluff + maybe a little cringe who knows

📒 - notes;

had to think a bit for this one but i managed to work with it. though, since it's not specified whether it's romantic or platonic, i just make it so that it fits for both.

Also, a little note that when I heard the word 'aesthetic influencer', i instantly thought about those aesthetic accounts that post photos with vintage aesthetic and all that, so sorry if this isn't what you meant!（´＿���）anyway, thanks for requesting and enjoy!

Classes had ended. Hues of orange and blue paints the sky with clouds decorating it as a sign of inevitable nightfall. Walking through the crowds of people who got out from their classes, you successfully squeeze your way out as you descend the stairs.

With books tightly secured in your grip, you glance at the screen of your phone.

04:57 pm

"I can start early before 8! Maybe I can edit it tomorrow, I'll have more time if-"

Your train of thoughts were cut short when you bumped into someone's back, a quiet 'ow' escaping your lips as you shake your head from the impact before looking at who you've ran into,

"Ah, ______!" And it happens to be Cater, "Sorry, I was just scrolling through Magicam and didn't notice you!"

"No, no, it's okay! I wasn't looking where I was walking so no need to apologize," Cater sighs in relief, before altering back to his cheery tone, "Glad to know~"

You're arguably close with Cater, it's obvious since he's the first one who've talked to you outside of Pomefiore. And boy did you warmed up to him quickly. He notices how shy you can be with new people that you've never talked to before.

So, he had always been quite subtle with his approach at first and when he knows that you're comfortable with him, Cater let's his mouth run wild. Telling you about the latest news around NRC, showing you accounts that he knew you'd like and so on so forth.

Both of you are very close. But not really close enough for you to admit something in particular...

"Ah, that reminds me! I've recently found an account that I think you'd like~" You prop one brow up, "Oh, really? What's it about?"

"They're an influencer with a style that you're into, I just know it from looking at their Magicam page alone. And the way they edit their posts are absolutely to die for!"

Cater scrolled through his phone for a bit before showing it to you. You squint at his phone's screen only to widen your eyes after reading the username that's displayed, "O-oh! Their feed is really neat and pretty,"

"I know right?! The setups are really elegant and have those classy feeling to it, y'know? I bet the person behind it has very sophisticated tastes, absolutely fitting!"

"For sure.."

Yeah, you would be lying if you say that the account isn't to your taste. Reasons being that it's a style that you've been going with and loved for a long time, you and Cater knew that.

Another reason is because you run that account.

"Well, I'd love to talk more but I have to go back to my dorm now," The ginger nodded, showing you an 'ok' sign, "Alright, talk to you next time~!"

You walk pass him, making your way out from the school ground. When you're sure that Cater's far from you, you stopped in your tracks. A few seconds pass before you bolt your way towards Pomefiore with speed that could surpass light,

Stumbling your way in your dorm, you drift straight to your room. Opening the door with shaky hands when-

"Mon étoile! How-"

"WAAAHH! R-ROOK!" You slapped a hand on your mouth and another on your chest. Your heart felt like popping out from your body at the sudden call, "Oh, pardon, Mon étoile. You seemed a lot more jumpier than ever! What gives?"

You let yourself calm down a bit before sighing, "Oh, uh...I'd prefer to talk about this in private, please," "Je vois! Now lead the way inside,"

Turning around to face your room's door, you turn the door knob as it opens before you. You walk inside followed by Rook as he scans around a bit before looking back at you, "Now, having a clearer view around, your room was neatly modified that If I hadn't known the reason why it was, it would not seem like a room in Pomefiore at all!"

Rook exclaimed with a smile, pairing with hand motions that make it seem more dramatic than it should. Regardless, this is Rook you're seeing here,

"Nevertheless, what is it that is bothering you, Mon étoile?"

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you fidget with your fingers, "Uh, after my last class, I just found out that Cater, you know, that guy?"

The blonde sat next to you while nodding, "Yes, yes, one of Heartslabyul's fine residents,"

"Yeah, him. Well, he found out about my Magicam account and kinda showed it to me and I sorta panicked a little and all," Rook nodded, motioning you to go on as you did,

"And, I don't know, did the face I make when he showed it was obvious? Will he know? I think he noticed the surprise look that I had. O-or maybe not, maybe he didn't notice at all since he get hyper fixated on telling the account to me, he wouldn't notice! But Cater's smart so he might figure it out and if he did, will-"

"Deep breaths, Mon étoile! Deep breaths!"

Beads of sweat started forming on your face with your eyes widened and your hands being a lot more fidgety than before. Rook's hands on your shoulder to stop yourself from spewing more words laced with uncertainty, "Don't worry of such matter! If you're uncertain whether Monsieur Magicam is aware of your identity or not, you shouldn't overthink from such subtle reaction,"

"Overthinking the matter will only worsen the case of your worries," "Is-, do you mean I'll jinx myself?" "Oui! If that's what you understand,"

You nodded, thinking to yourself for a second before a small smile finally landed on your face, "Hm, I guess you're right. It's nothing big anyway..."

Standing up from your bed, you put your hands on your hips, "I mean, Cater had recently found that account, so there's no way he'll figure out the dots instantly, right?"

Well, well, look who had jinxed themself.

Now looking back, you should not have declared anything out loud at all. Because you're now static on your spot, nervously sweating while gripping on your uniform a little too hard that Cater fears that you might rip it at some point.

Speaking of Cater, he's standing in front of you with your phone on his hand, face showing bewilderment after founding out about something that he didn't expect at the least.

Rook told you that you should have a change of pace and shoot for your next post outside of your room. You're hesitant at first but gave in since you know what? What's the worst that could happen?

This, this is the worst that could happen.

Both of you are stuck in this extremely awkward silence and you have no idea where Rook had gone to.

'PLEASE JUST BURY ME NOW,'

"This is..." You hold up both of your hands, motioning him to stop talking, "Now, before you say anything," Holding up one hand to your mouth while coughing, you look off to the side, "Yes, I have been handling this account for a while, it's a...side hobby,"

Cater stares at you, putting one hand up on his hip while the other is still holding your phone. You can't tell what he's thinking but the way his mouth slightly went upward and the glint of amusement in his eyes is enough to eat you up on the inside,

"Well, if that so, then this is...a wondrous surprise!"

"I know, I- wait what," Now you're the one who's staring at him as Cater chuckled at your reaction to his response, "Seriously, I had a hunch on how you acted when I show you that account, but guess I had it spot on huh?"

He handed back your phone as you grab it from him, still staring at him as he continue, "Really, why didn't you told me about this?" You snapped back from reality, shaking your head,

"I WAS EMBARRASSED TO ADMIT IT, Uh, I'm sorry! It just that, I get nervous when someone found out about things that I don't want them to know about. Wait no, that didn't made sense, uhh, aghh!! This is such a mess!"

You smack your head, covering your face from embarrassment at your attempt at explaining to him,

"It's okay, it's okay! I fully understand what you meant!"

As you peek through your fingers, Cater slowly got a hold of both of your wrists and pull it down while leaning to your face,

"______, you're a very cool person, not to mention talented! If you thought that admitting to being an influencer is embarrassing then there's nothing to worry about because clearly, who would think negatively if you're that amazing? Definitely not me for sure!"

You're not sure if your face is heating up at the proximity between you two or the abundance of compliments he's bringing to you. Either way, you glance to the side with slightly closed eyes as Cater continues,

"Unless if you're uncomfortable with it, then that's totally fine. I'll apologize for finding out so soon!"

"No need to apologize,"

Sighing, you take a step back to give space between your faces but didn't let go the grip he has on your wrists, "It's true that it's embarrassing that I've been found out but with you giving that talk of yours, I couldn't get mad or upset at you for knowing,"

"But,"

You leaned to him a little, whispering to him, "Please keep this secret between us, okay? If others have to know, they have to find out by themselves,"

He made a hand motion of zipping his mouth, "Mouth tightly shut and no one will hear a word out from me," You chuckled, letting a smile grace your lips as Cater mirrored it,

"Well, now that out of the-"

"Toutes nos félicitations! I know you're able to let it out, Mon étoile!"

"ROOK??"

📒 - end notes;

AHHH, I'M SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG!! (ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ procrastination got the best of me and that why the ending kinda suck ass, I'm sorry!! school is also about to hit me so yeaa ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` ) but but! I hope you at least enjoyed reading for a little <3 (or not, then that's fine too!) (also i did not beta read so theres maybe some errors, but yet again, i need to sleep)

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Jordan...I think you know what i'm requesting for. 👀I would like to request a disneyland date w/ aizawa please! However long you like, and whatever style you prefer (hc, drabble, scenarios etc.), I'll love it in whatever form. You're writing is amazing as always, tysm~ 💗🌙

this was an absolute delight to write, it gave me all the serotonin but also made me miss disneyland. im gonna go through my photos from my trips now lol thank you for this

↳ aizawa shouta x reader → ❝disneyland❞

summary: your boyfriend aizawa takes you on a date to your favorite place word count: 1.9k+ tags/warnings: fluff, disneyland a/n: if you want some song recommendations for this married life from up and i see the light from tangled (it’s mentioned in the story so playing it there would be the perfect timing)

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For someone who seemed so indifferent, Aizawa was very invested in you, and the things that made you happy. That’s how you ended up at your favorite place on earth for what you could already tell would be a perfect day.

The two of you were at Disneyland and Aizawa knew exactly how you liked to spend the day there. You got there before park opening, getting beignets at Downtown Disney for breakfast. A terrible sugary fried dough that was not a balanced breakfast but did it matter? You were at Disneyland. You laughed at Aizawa as he took a bite trying to avoid getting the powdered sugar on his black shirt. He failed but that gave you an excuse to brush the sugar off his chest.

Waiting in line to enter the park always left you with that giddy feeling in your stomach. Walking in through Main Street, music playing and the scent of fresh popcorn and cookies in the air you looked at Aizawa asking him what he wanted to do first.

“Space mountain?” He asked. “If we get there fast enough there won’t be a line.”

“I love your mind.” You said before you grabbed his hand and took off running towards the ride. Tomorrowland was always a fun place to start, and after you hit space mountain you could go on the smaller rides there.

“Okay, but what are we doing for the photo?” You asked walking through the hallways into the loading dock for the ride.

“Hmm.” He said. You always had to plan for a pose for the photo in the ride. Aizawa didn’t care but he always indulged your ideas. “Can’t think of anything.” He said.

Aizawa was a liar. As you got to the spot where the picture was taken, which both of you knew well, he grabbed your face pulling you in for a kiss. By the time you got to the screens where the photo showed you were laughing at how shocked and flustered you looked.

Of course, you got a copy of the photo.

After Space Mountain, the two of you made your ways to Star Tours then after that Buzz Lightyear’s Astro Blasters. The two of you always had a fun time on it. The ride was both a ride and a game where you shot a laser gun at targets. No matter how hard you tried you could never beat his high score. Today was not an exception.

You were starting to think he was cheating, how was it even possible to get a score that high. And he was so indifferent about it. You gave him a hard time about his score as you exited the ride.

“It just doesn’t make sense how you’re that good.” You whined.

“I don’t know what to tell you.” He replied taking your hand in his as you returned to the more crowded area of Tomorrowland.

“It’s not fair.” You said your thumb absentmindedly rubbing against the back of his hand.

“Do you want to go to Matterhorn or Thunder Mountain next?” He asked.

“Hmm, Matterhorn is closer.” You said. He nodded and headed in that direction leading you through all the people. You passed the water of the Nemo ride, watching as the submarines went by.

As you approached Matterhorn you could hear the rattle of the carts going by and people screaming. The sound got you excited for the next ride. The polka music playing as you lined up in the queue.

Matterhorn was one of your favorites even if Aizawa complained about how much it threw you around.

“I think it threw my back out of place.” He complained rubbing his shoulder.

“Aww, baby.” You cooed, walking behind him and rubbing his shoulders. “Maybe if we go on it again it will put it back?”

“I’d rather not take my chances.” He said rolling his eyes at your joke.

“Can I get you some popcorn to make it up to you?” You said, leaning up to press your cheek against his as you continued to rub his back.

“Maybe.” He said.

Popcorn made every line better no matter the wait time. The sun was high in the sky as the two of you crossed through Fantasyland into the back way to Frontierland. You passed by the track of the roller coaster Thunder Mountain, the train car coaster flying past into the intricate desert mountain architecture. You looked at Aizawa excited as you made your way to the queue, snacking on popcorn as you waited.

After Thunder Mountain you went on to Pirates of the Caribbean, appreciating the scent of the water that was so unique to Disneyland. On the ride you found Aizawa’s head resting against your shoulder, you couldn’t blame him it was dark and cool. The perfect nap spot. Since the boat ride was so long it left you with a good amount of time to do so. Not that Aizawa needed any of those luxuries.

Once you were off the ride Aizawa was looking refreshed after his power nap so it was time for you to drag him to his least favorite ride. Splash Mountain.

Aizawa was a brave man, there was no question about it. If he was Superman, Splash Mountain was his kryptonite. He hated the ride, there was something about the drop at the end that he could not handle. This didn’t mean he wouldn’t go on it but he suffered through it every time. All it took was one puppy-eyed look and he was getting in line with a sigh.

On the ride you took the front seat happily as Aizawa sat behind you, holding onto your waist for dear life despite the fact that you hadn’t even left the loading dock.

The ride floated through the log flume as you moved through the different scenery. As it went inside with all the animatronics you danced along with the song humming as you did. The ride went further and the song got menacing as the log began to climb up to the top of the drop. Aizawa now had his head buried into your shoulder as the light got closer.

Once you reached the top you enjoyed the brief view of Disneyland before it plummeted to the bottom, water spraying you as you laughed.

“I hate that.” You heard Aizawa mumble into your shoulder.

As the two of you climbed out he grumbled about how much he hated wet socks as you walked out of the ride. You couldn’t help but snap a photo of the photo the ride took. Your smiling face with Aizawa’s hair covering your shoulder was too good to pass up.

In your gratitude you took Aizawa to his favorite food spot in the park, the clam chowder at Disneyland was amazing and you could never resist. You were able to dry off as you ate and Aizawa looked much happier after eating.

Indiana Jones was the next stop, always an exciting ride and one that didn’t torture Aizawa. In fact, you thought it might be his favorite ride, not that he ever admitted to having a particular favorite. He claimed he liked all the rides, Splash Mountain excluded.

Once you were off that you spent the rest of the day on the smaller rides that didn’t have as long of lines.

The sun began to sink into the horizon and lights began to go on. Disneyland at night was nearly another place. The perfect lighting throughout the park was such an experience.

Finally, the event of the night was here, the fireworks. Now, most people went for the spot in front of the castle to watch it. Which was a good place but it was always very crowded and you had to go early to get a spot which wasted a lot of time you could spend on rides.

The best spot was in Fantasyland, by the carousel. You could watch the fireworks from behind the castle and there were never too many people there. You stood next to Aizawa, Fantasyland was pretty much empty other than a few people in line for Dumbo. The carousel stood in front of you but it was closed during the fireworks.

Aizawa’s right arm was wrapped around you holding you close to his side. You leaned your head against his shoulder as the fireworks began. Music played and fireworks lit up the sky.

You watched in awe at the display, it didn’t matter how many times you had seen it before it was always so beautiful. A familiar song began, I See the Light from Tangled. That song always managed to make you tear up. You were so engrossed in the moment that you didn’t pay any attention Aizawa touching your hand.

That was until you felt cold metal against your finger. You looked down curious what was happening only to see a ring on your left hand. You stared at it trying to understand if what you thought was happening was really happening right now.

Looking up to Aizawa you saw an unfamiliar expression on his face, something between nervousness and excitement. Your eyes teared up, the fireworks around you, the music swelling to the peak of the song, the ring on your finger asking you a question you understood far too well.

“S-Shouta are you?” You questioned.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, his words so heartfelt only pushing more tears from your eyes.

“Y-Yes,” You answered. “Of course!”

Aizawa leaned down, one hand on your cheek and the other around your shoulders as he kissed you.

You loved Aizawa and there was no question in your mind what your answer would be to him. There was no one else you could imagine spending the rest of your life with.

Disneyland was a great place for him to propose at and the way he had done it was literally perfect. The perfect setting and timing not to mention it was subtle but more meaningful than anything else could be.

You loved going to Disneyland with Aizawa.

It’s the way you hold hands through the crowds so he doesn’t lose you and how even when you are out of the crowd he still holds your hand. How he holds you from behind while you're in line, resting his head on your shoulder. That small smirk he gives you at the end of a ride when you look over at him with a big, excited smile. It’s sharing a pretzel, tearing off a piece of the bread and dipping it in the nacho cheese before stuffing it in his mouth for him. It’s how romantic it feels to walk together through the chilly night with the lights glowing perfectly around you.

There was no better way to spend a day with your boyfriend- no your fiance.

After the fireworks most of the crowds left, you took advantage of this going on all the popular rides again while there was no line. Once it got late, the park began to close and you both began to walk out through Main Street, the piano music filling the street like a goodbye.

“Do you want anything?” Aizawa asked gesturing to the gift shops.

“I think I have the best souvenir I could ask for after today.” You said holding up your left hand to him with a smile.

Aizawa smiled back taking your hand in his again, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s go home, princess.” He said teasingly.

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Rio & Buster

Rio: Am I going to have to say sorry first or are you going to just come? Buster: Are you taking me to church to pray for me or somewhere that isn't a load of bullshit? Rio: Awkward time to say I was counting on you to have somewhere to take me? Buster: Safe bet Rio: Not gonna say I was praying so but yeah Rio: Christmas punters going to have me quitting this job or life tbh Buster: Not gonna say I'm godlike but you can kneel if you want Buster: It'll work out better than it would in the pews Rio: You're not? A first Rio: Oh fuck, you've not taken my advice to heart have you? Buster: Only 'cause I don't need to Buster: No need to flatter yourself that I'm ever listening to you, babe Rio: 'Course Rio: Alright, alright, but are you listening now? Buster: You haven't said anything worth hearing yet Rio: You're all about the visual, yeah? Rio: [sends pics] Rio: Come on Buster: Almost convincing Rio: Don't play Buster: You normally love it Buster: What's the matter, babe, miss me too hard? Rio: Obviously not but Rio: Already told you, life or death over here Rio: So, you don't need a sorry but you want me to say the magic word, is it? Buster: Dramatic Buster: It'd be a start, yeah. Rio: You don't know, you're only ever the other side of the bar, babe Rio: Why have I got to be polite when you're never Rio: You already know Buster: You don't have to be or do anything Buster: Your choice, like Buster: But I wanna hear it, there's your answer Buster: And incentive, not that you properly need one, since you came to me Rio: So gentlemanly Rio: I get it, I'll eat my words and admit even if I wasn't wrong before, I don't care about being right Rio: I need you Buster: Easy, wasn't it? Rio: Not as easy as it could be Buster: Don't pretend that's how you want it Buster: Plenty of other lads in your phone if you wanted an easy life Rio: Well I don't want them do I Buster: Obviously Buster: Where are you then? I'll come get you Rio: Work Buster: So what do you want me to hang around or are you nearly done? Rio: I'm leaving if you're coming Buster: Don't take the piss Buster: I know I said fuck responsibilities but come on Buster: Why do you wanna be jobless this close to Christmas? Rio: Don't matter Rio: Don't need to worry about it do you Rio: hardly jobless Buster: Fine but you wouldn't have a second job if you didn't need one Rio: I like money Rio: but I don't need to deal with this shit for it Buster: What shit? Tell me what's going on Rio: No Rio: Just come Buster: Rio Buster: Start talking Rio: It's nothing Rio: it's stupid Buster: No it's not Buster: Tell me Rio: It's just all her fucking junkie friends are here celebrating Rio: and they don't even know who I am Buster: Shit Buster: Alright. You're going home but say you're sick, don't just walk out, yeah? Buster: I'll be outside so I don't kill 'em Rio: You're cute Buster: Shut up Buster: Just do what you're told for once Rio: Ha, no need to prove you're still hot as well Buster: We both know I don't have to prove that Rio: If you say so Buster: You can say it Buster: Not like you haven't before, babe Rio: Not before you've earnt it, I haven't Buster: There you are. Back in the room, like Rio: Sorry about it Buster: I ain't Buster: Christ if I'd known all it would take was the threat of some heroics we could have been here ages ago Rio: Oh great, now you're gonna reckon I'm such a romantic at heart, yeah? Buster: As long as you don't start proving it, it doesn't matter to me, like Rio: With you? Rio: No chance, not that fucked up yet Buster: Good Buster: So how fucked up are you? Rio: Probably not a question you really wanna ask, babe, in general, like Rio: but chemically? Not really, though lost count of the 'and one for yourself's a while back Buster: Cheers for the heads up on how much catching up I've gotta do then Buster: Easy again Rio: Charming Rio: Not exactly a challenge yourself Buster: Don't reckon that's what you're looking for tonight, babe Buster: You aint exactly been subtle about it Rio: It ain't Rio: who knew you could be so considerate, aw Buster: Fuck off Rio: Don't pout Rio: know I make it worth it Buster: You will Rio: That a threat? Rio: Or what, like Buster: You saying it needs to be? Buster: Lost your touch after one shit shift like Rio: One? Pah! 'Tis the season to be cunty, babe Rio: so much prefer when the creeps are behind a screen, not on their office party Rio: should really consider prison dating Buster: Yeah get yourself a rich criminal Rio: Untapped market Rio: Not a bad idea Rio: Ask your 'rents if they have any contacts, yeah?? Buster: 'Cause that wouldn't be an awks convo with nothing in it for me or anything, like Rio: I mean, can't give you a cut if you ain't willing to put in some work, pretty boy Buster: You wouldn't give me a cut anyway Rio: And you wouldn't take it Rio: Saw that transfer, by the way Buster: How mad are you about it? Rio: Well, don't just wanna see you to throw it back in your face so Buster: Well, you're hot when you're mad or you'll be proving you ain't so either way I win Rio: Contrary to what you might think Rio: not out here wanting you to lose Rio: we can both win Buster: I know Rio: Deal? Rio: No need to write up a contract, take you at your word this once, like Buster: Yeah Buster: If you behave I will Rio: You'll have to expand on that one, babe Rio: not accidentally getting myself in some 50 shades shit Buster: Hilarious Buster: You know what I mean Rio: Can never be too careful Rio: you poshboy types Buster: Don't even play when you know there's nobody like me, babe Rio: Proving to be unfortunately true Buster: Take your own advice and be careful Buster: 'Cause that sounded like a compliment almost Rio: Scared, McKenna? Rio: 'Cos don't worry, ain't even, just facts, sad but true Buster: You wish babe Buster: You don't scare me. You keep forgetting but you're literally tiny Buster: Don't worry me either 'course Rio: That means I'm not scary? Rio: You met my mum? Rio: Yours Rio: Nan, the list goes on Buster: Not scared of none of them either, obviously Rio: Almost convincing, boy Buster: Shut up Buster: Like I said, nothing to prove Rio: Try telling yourself, like Buster: Don't need to Rio: Then hush Buster: Then make me Rio: Planning on it Buster: Yeah? Rio: Of course Rio: got time to make up, not going to be a letdown, hell no Buster: We'll see Rio: fuck off Rio: I have never Buster: Yet Rio: Not gonna happen Rio: less you've got botched surgery or something drastic since last time Buster: It ain't been that long, babe Rio: Fine, if you ain't missed me Buster: I didn't say that Rio: Then say that you did Buster: You know I did Rio: Good Rio: It was too long Buster: Remember that next time you try and ignore me Rio: Make it so I can't forget Buster: Planning on it Rio: Please tell me you're nearly here Buster: Since you said please Buster: Yeah I am Rio: all about the manners you Buster: Says you Buster: You're always trying to be polite Rio: Nah Rio: we're ignoring that Rio: last thing on my mind Buster: Good Rio: Can blame you for how shit this shift has gone, yeah? Rio: can't think straight Buster: I'll take that if you tell me what's on your mind Rio: You Rio: and how much I've missed your body and all the things I'm going to do to you Buster: Tonight 'cause you wanna be distracted from those cunts Buster: Or since Rio: Since Buster: Prove it Rio: Easy Rio: if it isn't proof enough that I'm back here begging you Buster: I haven't heard you actually beg Rio: Buster Buster: Come on, I know you can Rio: Be on my knees soon enough Rio: you need to stop making me wait Buster: Not if I get on mine first Buster: Tell it to the traffic like, I'm not that much of a cunt Rio: Baby Rio: don't, you have no idea how badly I need you Buster: Yeah I do Buster: I want you too Rio: You better Buster: I wouldn't be coming to get you if I didn't Buster: And I really fucking do Rio: Good Rio: Don't come to your senses before I'm done too, alright? Buster: Not gonna happen Rio: Hate to actually have to corrupt you like Rio: think of my conscience Buster: Not what's on my mind right now, I can't lie Buster: But maybe later if you get all moody like last time Rio: Shut up Rio: it was my party, had to lose my shit as was fitting Buster: Just 'cause I did first and better Rio: Only 'cos you had to drop in the world unannounced like a massive diva Rio: none of us were ready, yeah babe? Buster: You were more than ready the night of my party though and I've got plenty of memories to prove it Rio: I wanted you to have a good Birthday Rio: plus how you looked that night Rio: Good thing all we got is memories though Buster: Good thing I'm not painted up tonight Buster: 'Cause I need you now Rio: Would be a bold look Rio: wonder where you been partying without me boy Buster: Like you haven't been stalking me since you walked out Rio: Oh please Buster: You can admit it. I look good, I know Rio: Trust, I don't need to know what you're up to Rio: got my own memories too, like Buster: Yea Buster: h Buster: So get in the car then. Let's make more Rio: Finally Buster: I'll make it worth the wait Rio: I know Rio: that's why I can't stay away Buster: Don't Rio: Not even an option so Buster: I'm not sorry, like Buster: Now come here