#but when he finally does and he kind of stares at me like :0 i literally sneered and turned away

[d1anna]

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[disneyprincemuke]

meet me in the afterglow * fem!driver

does sorry even work after you hurt the people you love?

pairings: oscar piastri x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver, sebastian vettel x fem!driver

notes: once upon a time, this 2025 szn only had like... 3/4 parts? and because i have 0 self control, it's now split into 9 parts... i promise the next part is actually the last part and there's no more surprise angst so here's the kind of comfort fic...? lolsie

(series masterlist) | (📂 2025: fall from grace)

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she stares into the restaurant where the group of blondes sit, trying to count in her head if she should finally announce her presence.

she’d been lurking in the group chat watching them make plans. plans that included her by default yet she still hesitated to bring herself out to meet them.

perhaps it’s too soon to be here? unless oscar wasn’t lying when he said that her other friends miss her too despite isolating herself for more than half the year.

“what are you doing lingering out here in the cold?” a familiar voice fills her ears with a soft chuckle. “come on in and join us for lunch, silly.”

“oscar,” she laughs sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. “i’m afraid it’s too soon for me to be here. i’ll just head back home.”

oscar tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows. he watches her turn on her heel and starts walking in the direction of her apartment. “what?” he grabs her wrist and yanks her towards the entrance of the restaurant. “no, you told me you’d join us today. you got ready and everything — even did your makeup! you look great, mate.”

she tries to pull herself back. “i don’t even know if they want me here.”

“remember what i told you yesterday,” oscar stops in his tracks and turns around to face her, “sometimes it’s all in your head. this time, trust me when i say it is. liam and mick missed you just as much as we did.”

she hesitates for a moment but eventually nods. oscar cheers and pumps his fist in the air. “great! then let’s go.”

oscar guides her into the restaurant and slowly approaches the table where their friends sit.

liam scowls at logan, “i’m seriously curious about whatever the hell goes in your head.”

“what do you mean?” logan asks, slightly hurt, “it’s a legit question. they’re just infected — sick, perhaps — so technically they’re still human.”

“point taken, but like… i wouldn’t consider them human still,” mick mumbles hesitantly, seemingly in deep thought over logan’s question. “but that’s just a very… peculiar question.”

“if rocky was here, she’d entertain me unlike you losers,” logan scoffs, folding his arms over his chest. “your answers are basic. i want an actual nurturing conversation about zombies and their human rights.”

“you guys got an extra seat for me? i have opinions about zombies and human rights,” she says softly with a smile. “i know i haven’t joined you in a while and i’m sorry. but if you let me—”

“oh, you’re here!” mick jumps up from his seat. he rounds the table and shoves oscar away from her then throws his arms around the small girl. “there’s always a seat for you! what do you mean?”

“welcome back,” liam beams with a nod. “mick here has a list of gossip he wants to talk to you about.”

logan scowls, “gossip that he refused to tell us unless you’re around.”

“well, why would i tell you boring idiots are gossip i worked so hard to get?” mick scowls, rolling his eyes. he starts to guide her towards his seat and pulls out a chair for her to sit next to him. “for a bunch of uninterested answers and sighs?”

“i could be—”

“whatever!” mick says exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. he sits her down in the seat and takes his own, pulling his phone out from his pocket. “so i have a list. let’s start with whatever the hell is going on with red bull and max.”

liam watches the girl walk out of the restaurant first, with the ruse that it’s too warm inside the restaurant. he excuses himself from mick, waving him off nonchalantly as he tries to settle the bill.

“i’m glad you’re back,” liam hums with a smile, approaching her with his head dropped and kicking rocks on the ground. “missed you, mate.”

“thanks,” she laughs, looking up from her phone. “i’m sorry i clocked out for a while there. i didn’t know how to cope with the year we were having.”

“it would’ve been nice to have you around,” he admits softly, finally stopping by her side. “this season has been so cruel to us. wish we had each other a little bit more, you know? we could’ve just gone through it together.”

she throws her head back. at some point in the year, she did consider that. but she’d tried getting herself to reach out to liam, but by that time, it felt like a case of too little too late.

“i know,” she sighs with a small smile. “i’m sorry. i thought you were doing perfectly fine without me.”

“the world’s always been a little harder on you, let’s admit that,” liam rests his arm on her shoulder, “we’re just glad that you’re back. you look like you’ve gotten back the colour in your face.”

“yeah, it’s about time,” she nods. “so, about your offers from other teams. anything that stood out to you yet?”

liam grins. “i’ve been meaning to talk to you about that after summer break. i didn’t think i’d see you til then,” he laughs. “they’re gonna announce it on the first race weekend from summer break.”

“you made a decision!” she shrieks. though, she feels her chest slightly tighten. liam avoiding a direct answer can truly only mean one thing and it’s that she’ll have to cozy up with some new driver that isn’t one of her closest friends. “that’s amazing, i’m so happy for you!”

“i’ve re-signed with andretti, mate. a year extension and if it goes well next year, i’m definitely staying a little longer,” liam jumps up and grabs her shoulders, “we’re going to be teammates forever!”

“what?” she almost drops her phone from the bombshell he’s dropped on her. “you’re not leaving?”

“don’t tell the guys yet, it’s a secret til then!” liam immediately recomposes himself when the doors open and their friends walk out.

“what are you girls giggling about?” oscar snorts, shaking his head. “keeping secrets from us?”

“it’s a teammate thing.”

“what are you doing still in the car?” logan hums, hunching to look into the car. the girl continues to sit in the passenger seat and looks ahead blankly. “oscar’s already at the door, dude. let’s go.”

“what if they hate me forever?” she frowns, turning to logan with slight tears in her eyes. “i sucked. not very family-friendly of me to act the way i did. and missing the anniversary party? not very cool either.”

“just get out of the car,” logan snorts, finally opening the door for her. he points towards the house and looks back at her. “come on. your dad told us he made your favourite cookies if it will help get you inside.”

she rolls her eyes. “you told papa i was coming?”

“just him, i promise.”

“boo. you suck.”

but she follows logan out of the car anyway. she watches as logan drags both of their bags towards the door and gives her another smile. then he walks down the pathway through the front yard to make his way to the front door.

she watches from the car as the front door opens, revealing her mother with a wide grin as she greets logan and oscar with open arms, yanking them in for a tight hug and kisses on cheeks. she only gets noticed when oscar steps aside to point at the car.

“you’re here!” her mother shrieks, hands on her cheeks as she pushes past the 2 boys in front of her. “my love, i missed you so much! i’m so glad you’re here!”

she remains in her position, hands fisted by her side as she watches her mother thread the stone pathway to walk over to her. “you look amazing. i’m so happy that you’re here.”

arms are thrown around her tightly, catching her off-guard. she’s barely even got the chance to get her carefully constructed apology out. for how she’s acted, for how she treated everyone in that house for the couple of days she spent in it.

“i’m seriously so glad you’re here. good thing i made your favourite,” her mother shrieks, starting to yank her towards the house. “and papa made cookies! then blythe stocked up on the ice cream you like hoping you were coming by with oscar and logan.

“dalton’s going to be so glad that you’re here.”

“dalton?” she asks in surprise, lifting an eyebrow as she follows her mother into the house. “isn’t he mad at me?”

her mother grins and stops right before they enter the kitchen. her cheek is cupped by her mother tenderly and the other hand brushes through her hair. “blythe sat both ciara and dalton down and told them off. i’m sorry i didn’t see you were struggling — i thought i was helping. i didn’t know.”

“you know?” she tilts her head with furrowed eyebrows. tears fill her eyes as she slumps her shoulder. “i didn’t mean to take it out on you. you know i love you, mama.”

“it’s okay. you’re still just my baby,” her mother sighs, pulling her head in to rest on her shoulder. “i should have known you were just overwhelmed. i’m sorry i didn’t notice and drove you even further.”

“oh, cool! you’re here!” dalton’s voice echoes in the house, making her jump off her mother. “i made you cookies!”

“did not,” ciara scoffs, rolling her eyes, following dalton down the stairs. “we had to buy a new batch of ingredients cause he put the egg whites in with the batter.”

dalton shakes his head disapprovingly as he passes the mother and daughter. “they told me too late. they’re not the best at instructions and that’s why you can tell ciara works all by herself in a measly little studio — can’t lead for shit.”

ciara smacks the back of his head. “fuck you.” the younger girl turns to her oldest sister with a smile. “welcome home. we set up just dance so we can watch logan trip over his feet all evening.”

“hey!”

apologising should come easy, she’s already done it attempting to make amends for the past 2 weeks with everyone. though she can’t ignore the churning in her stomach as she walks down a familiar hallway.

drafting the apology speech in her hotel room came naturally to her. with logan and oscar’s nod of approvals, suddenly she was ready to head out.

but there’s still the worry that it could be rejected.

who would want to take her back, anyway? it’s a miracle that everyone else in her life has received her with open arms after the way she acted.

she stares at the plain door for a moment and takes a deep breath. she just has to say she’s sorry, that’s all. just like how she told her friends she would.

she bites down on her lip as she finally musters the courage to land a knock on the door.

“give me a second!”

“okay, no rush.”

footsteps from inside the apartment halt for a moment. she hears heavy footsteps approaching the door and something dropping on the floor, then stumbling, making her smile to herself. then she hears the locks click hurriedly before it’s yanked open.

matt sighs in relief and throws his head back. “thank god it’s actually you. i thought i was going crazy hearing your voice.”

“over exaggeration,” she points out with a small smile. she sucks in a deep breath and exhales shakily. “hi.”

“hi,” he slouches slightly and leans on the door frame. “why didn’t you tell me you were coming? i could’ve picked you up from the airport.”

she waves his concerns away with a soft laugh. “it wouldn’t be a surprise if i asked you to pick me up, would it?” she looks down and extends her hands, a bouquet of flowers pushed into his chest. “these are for you.”

“what?” surprised, yet he still takes it into his hands. “what are these for?”

“i’m sorry,” she says softly, pursing her lips with a soft shrug. “i didn’t wanna do it over the phone or make you fly to london just so i can do it there… i blew things out of proportion and i pushed you away when all you wanted to do was help. i’m the one who burned us down.”

“they’re apology flowers?” he points out, slightly amused, scanning the bouquet with a smile. “you came all this way to say that to me?”

“i didn’t know how else to show you how sorry i really am.” she shifts uncomfortably and tucks her hair behind her ears. “i’ll spend forever making it up to you, i promise. i should have coped better and—”

“i missed you,” he says in a sigh. he puts the bouquet down on the top of his shoe back and lunges forward to throw his arms around her. he squeezes her tightly and buries his face into her hair. “you seriously should have told me you were coming.”

“matt—”

“i’m so excited that you’re finally here! i was taking kota out on a walk the other day and i walked past this new ice cream shop. i think you might really like it there,” matt starts to ramble, pulling away. “just give me 20 minutes and let’s head out for a date? how does that sound?”

she blinks, slightly taken aback by how he’s reacted. “what?”

“i haven’t been away that long, have i?” he stares at her curiously, furrowing his eyebrows. “you still love ice cream, don’t you?”

“yeah, but… you know… i was so mean to you for so long. shouldn’t you be a little angrier at me for what i did? i was such a bitch.”

“you were having a hard time,” he says immediately as she tries to berate herself. “i don’t blame you for that. it’s okay; we’re okay.” he pulls her into his apartment. “i’m just glad you’re back — my girlfriend’s back!”

“hi,” she greets with a smile, catching the older man off-guard as he approaches her. “fun summer break?”

sebastian flinches slightly and looks around him. there is nobody else here that she could be speaking to but him. “hi?” he smiles hesitantly. “it was. how was yours?”

“it was alright,” she shrugs, pressing her lips together into a thin line. she moves towards her bags to leave an empty space open for sebastian. “i got you something over the break. i went to los angeles for a couple of days.”

he tilts his head and jab his finger into his chest. “you got me something? on your trip?”

“yeah,” she grins. she turns away momentarily to grab something out of her bag and turns to present a pair of mugs to him. “i’m sorry i broke our matching mugs that one night in the paddocks. and i’m sorry i was a total bitch the entire season and that i was a big fat meanie, as dalton put it.”

he laughs, throwing his head back. if you’d asked him, he would have been more worried if they started the second half of the season with her still in the trenches.

it’s relieving to see that she’s gotten colour back into her face, making conversation and looking well put together. if her behaviour continued any longer, he’s afraid it would have become permanent at some point.

“you’re okay now?” sebastian grins, patting her on the head. she beams and nods. “okay enough to eat some ice cream?”

“yes,” she sighs exasperatedly with the roll of her eyes. “i can’t believe i haven’t eaten ice cream for 2 months. can you believe i stayed away that long?”

“honestly, i thought all this stemmed from the lack of ice cream,” sebastian jokes, poking her shoulder. “welcome back, kid. let’s make the best out of the rest of our season, okay? no more cowering into the corner — we face it head on.”

she nods firmly. “okay.”

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[andypantsx3]

ANDIE POOKIE! I have a question that's been occupying my brain but I can't think of a solid answer to!

If the reader and Shouto were to ever have a serious argument about something what would it be :0

I really can't think of a scenario cuz Shouto is usually so kind, understanding, empathetic and chill >:(

Ooooh good question and I think I may have an answer!! I think probably the most feasible things are 1) Reader putting themselves in danger, or 2) misalignment on some aspect of their relationship.

A couple months ago when I was on my shit about Shouto being a Grade-A, All Natural, Grass-Fed, FDA-Certified Starer™, someone sent me an ask about Shouto staring at Reader across a party after an argument. I have most of a corresponding drabble written, but it took me forever to think of a reason why they might have a fight!! I eventually went the relationship misalignment route, with Shouto and Reader fighting about money.

Specifically, Reader does not want to merge finances due to personal insecurity. Shouto knows he belongs to Reader heart and soul and there is no risk of him leaving the relationship ever. He sees it as the most natural thing in the world that their next step would be to be one in all things, finances included, so Reader's hesitance is sort of an affront, like, do they not see this relationship the way he does?? so he spends the evening sort of brooding and watching our Reader with a laser focus. But Reader has a Past™ and their hesitance is less about their commitment to the relationship and more about overcoming their own need to protect themselves and mitigate risks; they just need to make that final jump.

I like this kind of disagreement because the heart of it is about how much two people love one another and can come to trust one another, rather than it truly being about personal differences. And I think it fits Shouto pretty well, because it's still in-line with how thoughtful and caring and bone deep good he is!!

Anywayyyy those are my initial thoughts lol. I hope this is somewhat helpful!!

[rhadamanthes]

Medecine. Satoru x reader

word count : 7k :0

warnings : mention of overdose, drug use, SLOWBURN, scent kink, doggy style, dubcon (just to be safe), oral sex (f!receiving), ANGST, fluff, public sex, cowgirl position, happy ending.

Satoru Gojo overdosed on the 31st december. This shaked the friend group like never before, it also was the worst way to start the year. He was discharged from the hospital a week after his admission, a wish from his parents, not wanting the word to spread around that their prestigious family has a junkie son. 

A few weeks have passed ever since, everybody is here for him, trying to lift him up and get his mind on something else. Of course it's hard, none of you are professionals and he hasn't got the treatment he needed. The best you can do is be here for him. Personally, you have never been really close to Satoru, in the friend group you're closer to Megumi, Nobara, Yuuji, and Sukuna. His loudness and obnoxiousness throw you off a bit, but now you feel guilty, was it the drug or his personality ?

Smoothing the part of your hair you knock on the door, you're on babysitter duty tonight, you're nervous it's the first time it's only going to be you and him usually there's other people around. Today nobody else was available. The group went partying and thought it was a really bad idea to bring him in this type of environment given the fact the last time he went, he almost died. Yuuji asked you if you could watch over him as he knows you're not a huge party animal.

The door opens and Satoru welcomes you in with a sly smirk. Taking off your shoes you follow him to the living room.

"So what's the programm tonight you're going to lullaby me to sleep?" he asks, chewing loudly on a piece of gum.

"Actually, no. Suguru told me to make myself at home so... Have you eaten yet?" you ask, taking the tupperware out of your bag.

"Hmm no, i'm not really hungry and this looks disgusting" he says pointing at your food.

You roll your eyes making your way to the kitchen Satoru on your tail. Placing the food in two plates you launch them in the microwave. You cross your arm on your chest looking at him. He just stares at you with a curious glint in his eyes; Not a word is exchanged but the silence is comfortable. The bell of the microwave snaps you back to reality and you give him a plate, going back to the living room.

Both of you sat on the floor to eat on the coffee table, the TV playing some random show. You start digging in your plate and Satoru does the same. You're waiting for his reaction, and you're not disappointed. This man is crouched over the plate, absorbing bite after bite not even lifting his neck, moaning in the process.

"It's disgusting isn't it hm?" you tease.

"Tell me you have more," he says with his mouth full. You furrow your brows at his manners shaking your head.

"No but i have dessert"

He just nods his head resuming licking the plate clean.You chuckles wondering when was the last time he ate at all. Dinner wraps around and you're both dozing off watching the show.

"I never really saw you around" he blurts

"Well i'm very discreet and you're kind of the opposite"

"Maybe you're just stuck up"

"Maybe you're just a drug addict" is what you want to say "Maybe i am" is what you go for.

You spent the rest of the night commenting on the poor acting of the show. You feel like Satoru has warmed up to you and vice versa. Later Sukuna knocks on the door to pick you up, he rushes you because his little brother is in the car intoxicated, telling you that if he throws up on the seat it'll be your fault. You don't even have the time to properly tie up your shoes that he's grabbing your arm directing you to the exit. You quickly wave to Satoru who is smiling at your interaction with Sukuna.

The reason he's picking you up is that Yuuji is your roommate, it makes sense for him to drop you both off at the same place. After a bit of effort and a lot of scolding from Sukuna, Yuuji is finally in bed and you're too. Exhausted, you can't wait to go to sleep.

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A few weeks have passed since that night, you're now the assigned babysitter when the group is out partying, you don't mind anymore, you've learned to know Satoru better and he's actually a great friend, he's funny and sarcastic. Underneath all of that you see clearly that he's broken and dealing with a lot. You told the group that he also needs some alone time as for the past few months he's been surrounded with presence 24/7. Suguru almost burned you at the stake for that but when Satoru backed you up, he calmed down. You think he's getting better and better until one night you come to his place and the smell of weed lingers in the air. The scent takes you to the balcony where he's sitting on a garden chair.

"I like your new cologne" you say through the sliding glass window.

Satoru jumps from his seat, eyes wide looking at you with guilt. You extend your hand so he can give you the blunt. He sighs, taking one last hit before passing it to you. Taking a seat next to him, you smoke on his joint. After a moment you give it back to him. He looks at you hesitantly before taking it.

"I know what you're doing, this method where you only smoke weed to keep sober from any other drug ? It's not the solution" you say harshly.

"And what do you know about withdrawal" he chuckles, taking more hits.

"My sister was a drug addict" you state plainly and the smile on his face immediately wipes off.

Satoru clears his throat in embarrassment, passing you the blunt one more time, you take it, only to throw it off the balcony. His mouth opens wide and he stares at you like you just killed his entire family. You stare back daring him to say something. In defeat he only gets up and goes back inside.

"Come, I made chicken curry" You smile, following him inside.

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It was rare for you to see Satoru during the day you were in class, and following the New year's event he decided to stop college for a while. But today is an exception. Your only class of the day has been canceled so you decided to visit him. It's 2 in the afternoon and he clearly just woke up, only wearing a boxer and a cringey wolf t-shirt. His hair goes in every possible direction and his eyes are hooded.

"Rise and shine darling!" you say shaking the takeout bag that you picked up on your way here.

"You must be god sent i'm starving" he says locking you in a bear hug you can barely breath.

When you're done eating, Satoru looks better already, you're scrolling through your phone.

"There's this place I want to try, a bakery type of stuff, everything they make looks delicious. Do you want to come with me?" you ask, turning your head his way.

"Sure, I crave anything sweet. " he says with an insistent stare and a wolfish grin. You wonder if there's a hidden meaning in his words but quickly brush it off urging him to get dressed up.

You're waiting in the hall when he finally comes out dressed and combed out of his bedroom. Since you mostly see him when he's at home on late nights you forgot how he cleans up nice. He's wearing a grey shirt and black slacks. That's a change from the wolf pyjamas for sure.

"What are you doing ?" you laugh as he searches through the cabinet

"Car keys"

"Oh no need! It's a ten minute walk!" you say grabbing his arms to get on the way.

You lost count of how many girls turned their heads to look at Satoru, your arms are locked with each other, some of them glance at you with pure jealousy in their eyes. You're about to make a comment about that, but turning around, Satoru is breathing heavily, mouth slightly open. You feel a pang of guilt in your chest, stopping in track.

"Do you want to stop for a minute?" you ask in a sweet voice.

"For a ten minutes walk ? What's next ? You're going to change my diaper ?" he breathes, not looking you in the eyes.

You feel even more guilty now. You know his overdose took a toll on his health but you wouldn't think it was that bad. He feels insecure about it for sure. Shit, you should have just shut up. Once in the pastry shop you took a table next to the window, neither of you have uttered a word since his little outburst. You clear your throat asking him what he fancies to break the ice.

"Listen, I shouldn't have talked to you like that earlier. I know you try to help me" he says, closing the menu, taking your hand in his.

"It's fine" you smile at him "Don't take this the wrong way but since the break is approaching i wanted to get back to the gym would you like to come with me?" you ask threading carefully over your words. He purses his lips and you're about to take back your words when he answers.

"Guess I could use the extra exercise," he answers, leaning back on the sofa.

You squeeze his hand excitedly and order from the waitress. When the food comes, you happily taste the treats, sharing with each other. After a moment Satoru sip his drink, lost in his thoughts, you can tell he wants to say something.

"So your sister is she-"

"Alive and well" you cut him off to avoid an awkward moment. He exhales loudly as if a weight was taken from his shoulders. Nodding his head he asks you more questions.

"How did she get clean ? She went to rehab?"

"No, she had it really bad one night and wanted to get clean"

"You can say the word you know, I'm not going to burst in tears" he says laughing to lighten the atmosphere. You hit his calf under the table.

" She didn't overdose, she just had a really bad trip, and then she found out she was pregnant, she always wanted a baby, she decided to make it right for the kid" you say, meeting his gaze. "I'm not telling you to impregnate someone to get over it" you add huffing through your nose.

"You sure you don't want this ? Me and you in the park while little Saori is running around" he says, caressing your hand with his thumb.

You shiver in disgust at the thought of a fetus growing inside of you, hitting his calf once again as he laughs at your face.

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A few days after the pastry date, Satoru hasn't answered any of your propositions to go to the gym. So today you decided to join Sukuna on his training day. You hate to go to the gym alone, scared to look ridiculous in front of everyone, he's an expert so it should be fine. The smell of sweat floods your nose. Looking around you quickly notice a mop of strawberry pink hair, to your surprise you notice white hair too. A smile spreads on your lips and you're on your way to join them but the conversation stops you in your tracks.

"I was breathing like a damn cow in front of her, over walking for a mile, this is stupid I don't want this anymore" Satoru grumbles

"Well you're in the right place but it's going to take some time, don't expect to get back in shape in a week" Sukuna answers, giving you a short glance ,you feel like a deer in the headlights.

"Go fetch a rope we'll start there" he adds, pushing him in the direction with his hand.

Satoru walks toward where the material is staked, while Sukuna approaches you, putting a finger over your mouth.

"I know we were supposed to train together today, but I think it's better if he doesn't know" you nod your head "Don't mention this to him, act like you never heard this conversation hmm?" he says taking off the finger from your lips.

"Thank you" you mutter, before discreetly leaving the room.

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Tonight is board game night with the whole crew. Everybody is at Satoru's place, It's been a while since everybody has been reunited in the same place. Yuuji is currently banished from the living room, he is on the terrace for stealing too many banknotes during Monopoly. The end of the round is near and he's giving everybody puppy eyes to be admitted back in, before moving to the next game. He's sleeping at Megumi's tonight but Sukuna still agreed to come pick you up. From dobble to mime games the night has been filled with laughter and funny banters.

Almost everyone has gone home by now, you're chatting on the couch with Satoru when Sukuna sends you a text to come down. Satoru accompanies you in the hall as you put your shoes on. You're about to hug him goodbye when he presses his lips against yours. The kiss is soft, he takes his time to taste you, holding your cheeks like you're made of glass. You don't move, or deepen the kiss. You're dumbfounded. When he breaks the kiss you stare at him waiting for an explanation but he just stares at you with a smile, petting your hair.

"Satoru?" you call in a meek voice.

He shrugs his shoulders, still smiling like a fool, "You were beautiful tonight" he adds.

A warm sensation spreads in your chest at the compliment.Suguru calls him from the kitchen, before you can answer and he disappears down the corridor.

The car stops and you haven't noticed your home yet. You've been in your thoughts for the whole ride, thinking about the kiss, how his lips felt and why he did it? you take your bag from the floor, mutter an apology and reach for the handle when Sukuna grips your arms.

"What happened, you look like shit" he states, Sukuna has always been honest with you, and you know you can trust him.

"Satoru kissed me tonight" you exhale loudly.

"And ? you felt butterflies in your little tummy" he laughs. You hit his arms feeling frustrated already.

"Sukuna! Don't you think it's weird? I mean if he grabbed my ass or just started humping me-"

"You'd smacked him, i hope" you give him a mean glare at his intervention.

"What I'm saying is that a kiss is very intimate. I wasn't expecting that. What would you do if I kissed you?"

"I'm a loyal man so I'd probably have to kill you" you slump in your seat at his words, he's not being very helpful.

"Do you know how many drugs were found in his system that night ?" he talks in a more serious tone.

Your heart clenches in your chest and you shake your head sheepishly.

"A lot, too many, he should have died. He's like this, he takes, takes and takes and then there is the aftermath, don't think too much about it, he probably just wanted to know what it felt like." he says.

You nod your head feeling the tear prickle in your eyes. You have trouble falling asleep that night, thinking about everything that happened and what's about to come.

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Sukuna must have been right, after the kiss incident none of you brought it up and things went back to normal. It's Sunday, you're in your bed watching a chick flick. when the front door buzzes. You play dead ,not wanting to move from your cozy bed. After a moment you hear banging on the door and decide to see who the hell is disturbing your peace on this holy day. No surprises it's Satoru, his million dollar smile almost makes you forget that he made you get out of bed.

"Took you long enough" he says, entering the appartement.

He lets one of his hands go to your hair as he scratches your scalp with his long fingers. You close your eyes at the contact, relaxing in his hand. You felt sleepy before he interrupted you, but now it's even worse. You lead him to your bedroom. Getting back under the covers, he does the same getting rid of his jogger and hoodie, leaving just his shirt on.

"Your bed is cozy" he says nuzzling into the sheets.

"What brings you here ?" you say, yawning, eyes fixated on the screen.

"Come ooon can't friends visit on Sundays ?"

"Not when they're trying to knock my door down" you laugh, meeting his gaze "You know I'm probably going to fall asleep, this is not going to be interesting."

"I love to watch you sleep" he teases, fixing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Creep" you mutter.

As predicted you fall asleep a few minutes after. You looked tired for the past few days, so Satoru is not surprised. He's looking at you, the steady rise and fall of your chest, you look so peaceful, getting closer to you he plants a kiss on your forehead, the scent of your hair strikes him, you smell like lavender cotton and vanilla,so sweet. He's obsessed. Hiding his nose in your hair he takes another sniff. He smells you over and over again still not satisfied, he lowers his head into your neck smelling the scent of your skin mixed with your body lotion. He moans a bit, fuck he could eat you whole right now.

He wants to go lower again, smelling between your breast, pressing his nose against your crotch. But he can't do that to you while you're sleeping, you're the best thing in his life right now. You make him feel whole, you make him feel like he can overcome anything as long as you're by his side. He just can't, fighting his pulsions, he settles for your hair, breathing your scent again and again.

When you wake up Satoru is crushing you under his weight, you do your best to push him away, as he groans in his sleep. Damn he's heavy. squeezing you in his arms, he hides his face in your neck lapping at your skin. You shiver calling him out.

"Satoru stop!" you say in a firm voice, sitting up straight.

"Hmmm, let me make you feel good please" he moans looking at you through heavy eyes.

You admit that seeing him like that makes you feel dizzy, and you're always horny when you wake up from a nap but you can't have sex with him, he's your friend, and he's going through a lot right now he will probably regret it, or get too attached.

"No we can't if you came here for this I'm sorry but you have to go" you say fleeing his gaze.

"No, no, no!" he says, catching your face in his hands "I came here for you, it's the first time i feel really excited in a while, I want to share this with you" he adds kissing your nose softly.

"Satoru, I'm happy you're gaining sensations again but it's a very bad idea" you say looking him in the eyes.

"Why bad ? Am i scaring you?" he asks, in an overly sweet tone searching for your look.

"You're talking in the heat of the moment, you'll regret it"

"No I won't, I don't regret kissing you, I don't regret any moment spent with you."

You believe him, and you want to let go hand taste him, but he only starts to see clearly now it would feel like you take advantage of him. Satoru lays your body down gently, kissing your cheeks, throat and collarbone. His plump lips feel heavenly against your skin. You surrender, letting your hand go to his hair, as you shimmy out of your panty. He groans between each kiss until he reaches your crotch. His piercing gaze meets yours and you nod, giving him access to your pussy. He takes the time to breath in your scent first, closing his eyes and exhaling loudly.

Heat creeps to your cheeks at the way he acts, soon enough his tongue licks at your bud. It feels rough against your skin, you squeeze your thigh against his head. After a few more licks he starts to fully devour your cunt, mouth sucking your clit in while his tongue laps at it repeatedly. Satoru moans louder than you do, he really wasn't lying about feeling horny again. His grunts turn you on even more, you start to grind against his face. You're close, after a few seconds you cum all over his face.

Satoru is out of breath,but smiles through it all. He almost looks high right now. You chase this idea out of your head. You trust him. kissing you through your daze, he places you ass up, face down.

"Like this, baby, hm? So you can keep on watching your little movie" he says, directing your head toward the screen. You nod eager to feel him inside after all his teasing and begging.

Without warning he enters his full length inside of you, air is knocked out of your lungs as he immediately starts to pound you. You close your eyes relishing in the feeling of his big cock inside of you. You're happy you gave in, this is exactly what you needed. You throw back your ass on him gripping the sheet to steady yourself. His moans are still loud and obnoxious drowning yours, but you don't mind, you like your men being vocal.

Gripping your hips hard, Satoru goes full force inside of you until he releases his seed inside of you. His back hit the mattress behind you, panting through his climax. He really came fast you think, is it the overfull emotions? the newfound libido? You're embarrassed and won't bring it up for sure. You wanted to cum on his cock too. You lay down next to him caressing his hair.

"I'm going to make you cum again baby don't worry hmm, this is all thanks to you. I wouldn't want to be sober if it wasn't for you" he coos placing kisses down your body to eat you out again.

His words make you freeze, this isn't good, at all. You know what you have to do, and you dread it.

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Your belly is tied in knots and your throat is tight. You knock on the door. Waiting anxiously. Satoru let you in a few seconds later. Smiling ear to ear he leans in to kiss you but you turn your head, his lips landing on your cheeks. You already feel bad, clenching the handles of your bag.

"We need to talk" you clear your throat looking at the floor.

"Sure, Is everything alright ?" he asks, rubbing your back, urging you to come forward but you prefer to stay next to the door. When you're done telling him what you need to, he'll probably not want you in his space anymore.

"I can't keep doing this. You and me, it can't happen anymore" you say looking him in the eye for the first time that night.

"What do you mean ?" his brow furrows.

"The thing you said the other day, about being clean because of me"

"Don't worry about that, it's all good" he says trying to put his hand on your hair but you take a step back.

"No, it's not, I may not always be in your life, what happens then ? What will happen to you ? You have to want this for yourself, not for someone else..." the tear well up in your eyes and you want to throw up.

The way he's looking at you makes you want to disappear, you feel like a stranger in his home.

"If you're not planning to stay then go away"

"It's not what i mean-"

"Go away, you're searching for the most ridiculous excuses to leave me, so just go away right now." he says in a harsh tone, your heart clenches.

"Satoru I'm doing this for yo-" before you can finish your sentence the door of the living room slams shut behind him.

The silence is heavy, through all the times you went to his apartment you never felt that uncomfortable. Holding back your tears, you get out without another word. Clicking the door shut you realise that this was probably the last time you saw him. The tears fall freely on your cheeks, you sob, shoulders shaking. You sit on the stairs that lead to the next floor, not trusting your strength at the moment.

From your spot you can hear object clattering in satoru's appartement, you feel like a terrible person, you want to go inside and apologize, tell him you didn't mean it, that you don't want to be away from him, you do, but you can't and it's killing you. If you call Suguru he'll probably make you cry even harder. Picking up your phone you dial a number that you know by heart.

"Yeah"

"Sukuna please" you cry in the receiver.

"What happened? Where are you ? " he asks in a worried tone.

"I'm at Satoru's please come i'm scared he'll do something please" you beg pathetically

"To you? What the fuck happened?"

"No! to himself, I don't know just please come."

"I'll be there" he hangs up

You rest your head on your knees, crying silently. After a moment you feel a hand on your head. You know it's Sukuna, but you're too ashamed to even look him in the eyes. He sits next to you and caresses your back until you calm down.

"I called you a cab, whenever you're ready you can go." he says in a calm voice.

Your sobs have died down a bit, his presence reassures you.

"We had a fight"

"You don't have to tell me." the tears flood your eyes once more, you're so lucky to have him. You hug him close.

"Thank you," you mutter.

After accompanying you down, Sukuna went back inside. Needless to say, you didn't get much sleep that night, or the ones after.

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Summer is around the corner, days are getting longer, warmer, but somehow it makes you feel like crap. Everyone around you are planning trips with their friends, and you just feel empty. The group knows about what happened between you and Satoru, not the details, just that you're not on speaking terms anymore. It was hard at first, everybody wanted to know why, but eventually, seeing the states you both were in, they dropped it. you're closer than ever with the brothers, Nobara and Megumi, since you live with Yuuji they would drop by any chance they get.

As for the rest, Suguru doesn't hide his hatred for you anymore, he either completely ignores your presence or bad mouths you straight in your face. Shoko, and Utahime try to tone him down but he's way too protective over his friend.

You haven't seen him since, you asked around for updates but they always stayed vague telling you not to worry. You miss Satoru, you miss him dearly. How can a person you befriend at the beginning of the year make her absence so hard to bear? Maybe it was more than friendship. You think about it often, if you had never said anything would you two be in a happy relationship? It doesn't matter, what's done is done, you just have to learn how to live with it.

You're currently on a walk downtown, to clear your head, and not stay cloistered in your room. Without noticing you pass in front of the pastry shop you used to go to with Satoru often. You stop in your tracks looking at the facade. You kind of want something sweet right now, is it a good idea ? You hate to attach places with people but... you only went there with him, it was sort of a ritual ever since the first time you tried it.

The door opens, revealing a silhouette that you know too well. His eyes meet yours and you feel your heart sink to your stomach. This cannot be real. It's like the word stopped the instant his blue eyes crossed yours. Satoru is standing ten feet away from you. It's the closest you've been in a month. Taking a good look at him, a weight gets off your shoulders, he looks good, as usual, but healthy. No dark circles, clean looking clothes and he gained muscles, his arms look bigger.

You're happy to see him like that, relieved. He's holding a craft bag with the shop logo on it. You can't help but smile, he really does have a sweet tooth. Satoru takes a step forward but you immediately start walking again, not trusting yourself to have a conversation with him without bursting into tears or begging for his pardon.

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"I'll Have a piece of red velvet with a white chocolate chip cookie, a salted caramel and a piece of brownie too please." The waitress takes Satoru's order neatly packing it in a box.

That's his guilty pleasure, even after a good workout session he always needs to have something sweet. After paying, Satoru gets out of the shop, Freezing at the sight of you. Fuck it's been months, it feels like year, and at the same time, it felt like yesterday he was sitting at home with you,cracking the most stupid jokes ever heard.

You cut your hair, you have new piercings too. You're beautiful, even more than the day you left him. He wants to talk to you, stepping forward he's about to greet you, but the second he gets closer, you run away like a scaredy cat. He chuckles to himself at least you are still the same at heart. Looking at you disappear through the streets, He thinks about everything that has happened since that night.

When Sukuna entered his appartement, he pounced on him, ready to throw him out. Unfortunately, at the time Sukuna clearly overpowered him, and with his emotions in shambles he was an easy take down. The following days after your announcement were some of the hardest in his life. He wanted to do everything, anything to get your attention, to have you close to him again.

His darkest thoughts wanted to make you pay for abandoning him, do something irreversible to make you feel guilty. So you'd learn your lessons and never leave him again. When the news traveled to the group, Suguru came by his place telling him he should have never trusted you, he vehemently insulted you but Satoru put him in his place. Despite his anger for you, he still had affection for you and wouldn't tolerate disrespect on your behalf.

Sukuna had the role of his jailor, literally. Every other day he would drag Satoru to the gym by his neck, no matter how much he slept, if he showered or not, through the insults and more. Eventually Satoru stopped complaining and integrated it in his routine.

This being the first step, Sukuna then registered him in an addict meeting, feeling it would be easier for him to talk it out with people that know what he's going through. Just like for the gym, at first he kicked and cried but eventually, he accepted his fate. He truly wanted to get better. A part of him wanted it for you, when his life was gonna get together you could come back ! But Satoru realised that this is the exact reason he lost you, so he started acting for himself. Filling his free time with new activities instead of just rotting in bed.

Weeks after weeks, he finally started to see the end of the tunnel. Summer's approaching and the days getting longer helped him too. He dreads it a bit too. Soon all of his friends would be on summer break, celebrating and drinking their college year away. Temptation will be everywhere, in the shape of a beautiful girl, a red plastic cup, or a rolled up bill.

No matter what he did, you never left his mind, he tried to convince Sukuna a few times to let him see you, but he was always categoric in his answer : none of you were ready. So when he met you outside the pastry shop, his heart almost exploded. He wanted to run to you, cover you in kisses from head to toe, show you everything he accomplished, and finally finally hear you say you're proud of him.

Satoru was happy he saw you, alive and well he wonders if you ever brought someone else to this place, he never did, it was too personal, kind of ridiculous when you think about it, but his memories with you were precious. He came home with a smile on his face that day.

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Today is the end of your college year ! The results were published and everybody is passing ! A relief, the summer can finally begin. Tonight, everybody is meeting at yours for a little before party to go to the bar later. The atmosphere is so festive and you're happy to unwind. But you can't help but ask where Satoru is, you were the designated person to keep him company during parties and whatnot. He's he home alone ? Your heart clenches.

"He was at the gym when I called him" You hear a voice behind you.

Turning around, Sukuna is looking at you with a smirk.

"Huh what, who are you talking about" you clear your throat, embarrassed to be this obvious.

"He's coming later, talk to him in private" he nudges your shoulder

"No it's a bad idea, I'll leave before he gets here, thanks for the heads up."

"It's been months, stop torturing yourself, you did the right thing. Just talk to him and make your choice then."

You'd be lying if you said that you don't want to talk to him. Ever since you saw him, you debated calling, or sending a text about a hundred times. You never did, never had the courage. Maybe tonight you really should talk to him ? After all it's the end of a cycle it can be a new start. A deep sigh escapes your lips, you need some air. You quickly put your shoes on and leave the appartement.

There is a park nearby, it's closed at this time of the day, but it never stopped you from going anyways. Climbing the fence you take a seat on your favorite bench, it's near a pond, the sound of water is relaxing. You get lost in your thoughts when the bench cracks under the weight of another person. turning your head, you fall face to face with Satoru. Your heart jumps in your chest and your reflex is to stand up.

"No! please, don't run away this time"

You missed his voice, it's enough to make you tear up, sitting back down you look right in front of you. He calls your name softly, sitting close to you.

"How have you been?" he asks, resting his arms on the top of the bench.

You chuckle shouldn't you be the one asking this ?

"Good" you look at him, god he's handsome, he's close and fresh out of the shower by the way he smells like cologne. "How about you? How's... Life" you ask awkwardly.

"Good," he repeats with a smile. You can't help but smile too. You missed him so much. Holding back tears, you hug him close to your chest.

"I'm sorry. I should have been there for you Satoru. I'm so sorry". you sniffle.

"No baby it's not your fault" he rubs your back, talking to you in a soothing tone. "The things I said that night were out of anger. You did what's good for me, you're good. Sukuna helped me out a lot. It's because of you. I'm getting better, I should thank you" he kisses your hair.

Gosh how he missed your scent, still rubbing your back, he takes a deep sniff of your perfume.You can't help but laugh, shoulders shaking, he does too. You break the hug to really look at him.

"You look good" praising his physics, you rub his arms, squeezing at his biceps

"Look at this," he says, flexing his muscles.

The black t-shirt he's wearing stretches around the bicep. And you feel your pussy quiver. Feeling shameful, you slap his arms playfully, for him to stop. You both giggle.

"You look good too, I like the double helix" he says, pointing at your ear. You tuck your hair behind your ear to give him a better look.

"I heard about your classes too, congratulations" he kisses your cheek. You mutter a small thanks, feeling the heat consuming your body.

You didn't know you were that needy until he was so close, giving you his attention. The both of you catch up, losing track of time. Satoru places your legs on top of his, tracing circles over your knee with his thumb. It's hard for you to concentrate, his hands are big and warm, his thighs feel so strong under yours. Your thoughts are interrupted when you see a flashlight in the distance. Shit the guardian. You exchange a panicked look with Satoru, pinning your body down to the bench, he puts a finger on your lips.

Your heart is beating loud in your ears, he's so close, his perfume is flooding your nose, the heat from his body is seeping into yours. Shit you're getting horny again. when the footsteps go away, you waste no time kissing him. you both moan at the contact. The kiss is messy and needy, you're both throwing all of your pent up frustration and desire in it. Tongues twirling with each other as he fondles your breasts in his large hand. At this rate your panty is going to be drenched. Satoru breaks the kiss, looking at you with heavy eyes.

"Do you want this?" he asks out of breath.

"Yes Satoru, please, I'm ready"

"You are baby ?" you nod furiously, getting hungrier by the second.

Sitting back on the bench, he helps you up on his lap, you feel a bulge under your ass and grind against it. He Hisses, squeezing your ass.

"After this, what will happen ?" you can't help but ask not wanting to repeat previous mistakes.

"Whatever you desire, if you want to keep this going it will, if you want a break, or to never see me again, so be it" he says, blue eyes piercing yours.

"I don't want to be separated again."

"Then we won't" he smiles widely, biting at the skin of your neck.

You moan gridning harder on his cock, you take off your sweater pulling his face in your breasts. He wants to do the same with his shirt, but you stop him.

"Keep it on, I like it"

"Dirty girl" he smiles, sucking one of your tits in his mouth.

Each of your knees are on the sides of his body, you stand on them to take the remaining piece of clothes from the object of your desire, Satoru undresses himself too, groaning eagerly. You spit in your hand to jerk his cock and his head falls backward.

"Fuuuck baby" he moans, you forget how loud he was.

You keep going a few times until you can't take it anymore and impale yourself on his cock. You feel every vein, every inch of his skin, you're full to the brim.

"Satoru you're so big" is all you can mutter as you move your hips slowly to get used to his size.

He kisses your forehead multiple times, taking your ass in each of his hands. He starts to bounce you up and down on his cock at a slow pace. You lock your arms behind his neck appreciating the come and go in your dripping hole. Your mouth is slightly agape, he starts to go faster and you moan out loud in the empty park. Satoru's big cock fills you up perfectly, his tip is pushing your gummy walls out and you feel stretched perfectly as he keep fucking into you. The way he's just lifting you so easily without breaking a sweat drives you mad, it's like you weigh nothing for him.

"Look at me," he begs. You oblige, his cheeks are red with pleasure. Mouth open just like yours, you dive in for a kiss, drowning his delicious moans.

Wanting to relieve him a bit, you place your feet flat on the bench, fucking yourself on him. You throw your ass back with all your might, you want both of you to feel it in the morning. His thrust meets yours as he piston up in your cunt. Your excitation is leaking down your thigh and on his balls, the sounds of your two body mixing feels so sinful, echoing in the empty park. A familiar sensation spreads in your lower belly.

"S-satoru, I'm close baby."

"Shit, wait for me doll."

You hold your orgasm as best as you can, clenching around his dick, begging him to finish.He warns you when he's about to burst and you cum in unisson, forehead against forehead, breathing heavily in each other's mouth. His cum mixes with your excitation, running down your bodies. Pulling out of you, Satoru jerks his cock furiously.

"What are you doing? " you ask, hazy from your high.

"Making up for last time, I was lame." you stop his wrist, looking him in the eye.

"It doesn't need to be now we have all night."

"Night?" he cocks his head to the side.

"All summer" you chuckle pecking his lips.

"Sounds good' he replies, kissing you again.

Sharing sweet kisses you realise that this could work out, you feel tingles in your belly thinking about spending the summer with him, and the same complicity you had before you fell apart.

[gg-neptune]

Hello ☺️ do you take request ? If yes, could you make your eating disorder headcanon into a fic ? Anyway, I like your Severus version and can’t wait to read your next work.

A/n: Hiiii!!! Yes I do take requests. Thank you so much! I love your works too. I love the way you write Severus but also Sinclair as well the way you portray him is so good I just love it. (I love your works as a whole the way you write is so yummy tickles my brain good) Also sorry it took me a few days I have to write things like this in moderation, but I hope you like it. <333333

Also this is related to my experience with having an Ed and my safe foods. I know not everyone can relate to an exact T, but I still hope if you are struggling with anything like this it can help you. If you know someone who is struggling or if you yourself is struggling, please reach out and get some help. You are not defined by a number or what you eat. You are so much more than that,

Warnings: fear of food, eating, ED, kind of panic attack, talks of feeling sick, anything I missed please tell me

It had been a long day of classes. Nothing terribly bad had happened, but it had just been a long day. Your head seemed to pound harder with each step you took. You were trying to make it back to Severus’ chambers. You two had been in a relationship for the better part of a year, and it was coming along great. He was beginning to warm up to the idea of someone being around. He no longer flinched as you brushed past him. He was now accustomed to sitting together on the couch, and on some days you might even get to sit on his lap. You know most things about him by now. He had slowly opened up to you, spilling out his heart for you. You had done the same. However, there was something you had not told him yet.

Finally, you had made it to the dungeons. Quickening your pace, you walk straight to where Severus is, hoping you don’t run into any students. You two had not been caught sneaking into each other's rooms before, but you had both agreed that if it ever did happen, you would say you were dropping off potion ingredients. Or if he was going to your room, he needed to borrow a book, or, in his words, “I’ll just threaten detention for a month with me one on one; they will leave.” Finally, you find your way to his room. No students were around, so you just slipped inside, not bothering to knock in case a student did come.

“Hey Sev I’m here,” you call out. The loud sound of your voice was like a knife into the skull. Your eyes unfocus as you sway back and forth a bit. Quickly,  you lean against a wall, attempting to steady yourself.

Before you appears a mass of black, “Hello.”

Severus lifts his head up a bit so you can actually see his face. His dark eyes look tired as ever as he looks you up and down, taking you in. He stands there for a moment before pulling you off the wall and leading you into his small sitting space. He had only bothered to furnish it when you had come along.

“You look a bit pale,” he stares at you while he says this, scanning over your face as he lightly pushes you down onto the couch. The plush of the cushions enveloped you as you sunk into them, letting your body relax as you held out your arms for him to join you. He does, carefully sitting beside you, wrapping an arm around you as he still stares at you, carefully examining you.

“I don’t feel all that good,” you reply, trying to downplay it.

“Well, not to be mean, but honestly, you look awful. Your pale and almost green,” concern is laced through his voice as he says this. He pulls you closer to him, keeping you firmly placed beside him. “Have you eaten today?”

“Yeah,” you keep your answer short, not sure if you could keep up lying to him.

“Really? Well, what did you eat then?” He’s on to you, and you know it. His voice is monotone as he bares holes into your eyes, staring down at you like he’s reading your mind.

“Well, for breakfast I had some blueberries and yogurt, and then for lunch I had part of a sandwich,” you gaze up at him, hoping he believes you. His eyes are narrowed into slits, and his mouth is pressed into a thin line.

“I didn’t know lying in a relationship was acceptable,” he states plainly, fixing his posture as he pulls you into his lap, cocking a brow at you. “Now one more time. What did you actually eat today? And don’t lie to me this time.” He isn’t mad, but rather just concerned.

Words choke in your throat as you try to come up with something to say. You can’t lie this time, but what do you say to him?

“I already know you didn’t eat anything, so I will rephrase the question. Why have you not eaten anything?” he questioned. This time his tone was more authoritative. You lean forward and rest your head on his shoulder, not wanting to look him in the eye at the moment, or rather, you don’t think you can.

“I just—um, well, I didn’t feel like it,” you reply. This was not entirely a lie. The entire day had gone by, and you had not felt like eating. However, there was more to it than that alone. 

“How about I go get something from the kitchen right now and bring it back? You need to eat,” Severus replies, rubbing your back as you lean on him. His other arm is wrapped loosely around your waist.

“No, it’s ok, I’m not hungry.”

He stops rubbing your back and lifts his arms up to your shoulders. He pushes you back and makes you look at him, “Liar.”

You don’t know if it was being made to look at him so intensely, or him being on to you like this, or not being as close to him as you were, or the weight of your own thoughts, but your eyes begin to well with tears as he says this. He keeps you held by your shoulders as tears fill your eyes, but his expression softens.

“Please tell me. I can fix it if you tell me,” the man's voice is almost begging as he looks at you. He pulls you back to his chest and gently strokes your back again, attempting to offer comfort. Tears fall from your eyes, but luckily his shirt is there to soak them up. “I’ll fix it; just tell me what’s wrong,” he whispers out into your hair. His voice is breaking the sight of you crying into him like this is breaking him. Of course he already knows why, but for once in his life, he is hoping his Legimens skills have led him wrong.

“I need to—I just lose some weight, you know?” You try your best to keep your voice steady as you say this. He almost instantly wraps his arms tightly around you as if he is trying to shield you from your thoughts as soon as you say that. You shove your face in his neck to hide your tears, and you take a deep breath to try and steady yourself, but you find it a tad hard to breathe. Severus’ grip on you has tightened so much.

“Sev- I can’t breathe,” you choke out, still fighting back tears. He loosens his grip but still keeps his arms firmly around you as you say this.

"No, you don't; you weigh perfectly fine. You need food,” his voice is no longer breaking but rather strong and determined now as he stands bringing you along with him. He sets you down back on the couch. “Now. You stay here, here take this,” he grabs a large quilt from one of the choirs in the area and drapes it over you, bundling you in it, “and then when I get back I’m going to have food. And you're going to eat. And you won't gain weight because food doesn't work like that. Am I clear?” His hands are on his hips as he stares down at your teary eyes. His expression is soft, but his voice is showing much concern. He leans down and gently wipes a few stray tears from your eyes. 

"No, no, I can’t,” you cry out. The thought of food is making you feel sick. “I can’t eat; I can't, Severus.” Your voice is weak and trembling.

"Yes, you can, and you will. It won’t be a lot, I promise, but you will eat.” He says this like it is the most simple thing in the world. Like you, eating would be simple for you. However, you knew better. You have been struggling with your relationship with food for a while now. Everything about it seemed to make you sick. You tended to avoid it because of this fact. However, when faced with a situation where you had to, it would manage to find its way up one way or another.

Severus presses a kiss to your head and then your lips before speaking, “I promise it will be ok,” his voice, gentle and soothing, “you need to eat pretty. I’ll be right back, and I will be here with you the entire time, I promise.” With that, he leaves, going to the kitchens leaving you with your thoughts for a few moments.

What would you do when he came back with food? You had not eaten in so long; you were not even sure if what you were feeling was hunger anymore. How are you going to deflect it this time?

Thoughts race through your head a mile a minute. It seemed like no time at all that Severus was back. Immediately he was in front of you again, attempting to soothe you. You had not realized, but your hands had gone to your hair, gripping tightly as if you were trying to pull your own hair out. Your breathing was rapid and shallow as you pressed yourself into the back of the couch, trying to enclose yourself in a space you deemed safe.

“Love, please look at me.” His voice was almost pleading, but he was making a great attempt at keeping it strong and steady for you. Slowly you lifted your eyes up to him, trying to calm down your breathing, but it was as if your hands were not your own, as they kept gripping tighter and tighter no matter how hard you tried to relax them.

His hands lift up to yours and gently cover them in an attempt to get you to relax. “Relax, it’s me. Just me. You and me.”

Slowly your hands relax, and he removes them from your head. “You're ok, come here; you're safe; it’s ok.” He pulls you to his chest, pulling you into his lap. He lifts himself onto the couch, sitting with you curled in his lap, completely safe.

After a while of silence, he was just holding you close. You began to hope he was going to drop the idea of making you eat something, but soon he crushed your hopes. “I brought mainly really light stuff. Nothing heavy like soup.”

He leans forward, and with one hand (the other still wrapped around you), he grabs a container and opens it, and inside is plain, uncooked broccoli.

“I used to eat this all the time when I was younger and I felt bad,” he says happily, taking a piece for himself and eating the top of it, smiling down at you.

“Severus, I'm not eating uncooked broccoli.”

“Why not? I’m here for you, love. I promise throughout it all I will be.

“It has nothing to do with that; it’s the fact it’s plain and uncooked. I’m not eating it,” you huff out. You lean back against his chest as he eats the rest of his broccoli and then reaches forward for the next container he brought.

"Well, fine then. I brought yogurt as well and this granola bar. Any of that sounds good,” he looks down at you. His eyes are filled with nothing but love. No judgment is present at all, only pure unconditional love.

“I guess, I dunno,” you respond, shying away from his eye contact. You hide your face on his shoulder. His arm comes back to you to wrap around you again. He begins to stroke your back again.

“I’ll be here. How about a few bites of the yogurt, hm? Then your stomach will have something on it, at least, ok.” His voice is gentle and calming as he whispers into your ear.

“I don’t want to gain weight,” you whimper out into him. Your arms wrap tightly around him, clinging for support. 

“Love, you won’t gain weight from this. Not fatty weight, at least, ok? A couple of bites of food won’t do that to you. And even if it did, you would be beautiful as ever, you hear me? You need to eat. I can’t stand to see you not, to see my girlfriend wasting away, and I know that might sound dramatic, but if you keep this up, you will. Let’s conquer this together, ok? I know you can, and I will be here with you to help you throughout everything. I am always with you through everything. Always.” He tries hard to get these words out, as he is not good with them. He struggles to say things in the heat of a moment, but he wants desperately to comfort you right now. He wants you to know there is nothing to worry about with him there. He’s going to keep you safe regardless of what you think.

He reaches forward and picks up the tub of yogurt. It’s your favorite flavor. You don’t know if you’ve ever mentioned this to him, and if you did, it was in passing, but regardless, he remembered. He grabs a spoon and opens the container. “Now don’t be frightened by how big the container is; I don’t expect you to eat all of it. Let’s go for at least 5 decent bites, alright?”

You nod in agreement, “I’ll try.”

He dips the spoon into the container and then lifts it to your mouth, offering it to you. For a moment, you stare at it wearily. Before coming up with an idea, “Severus distract me. Tell me a story or something.”

He puts the spoon back into the container and looks at you curiously. “What kind of story?”

“Just be descriptive, something to take my mind off what I am doing.”

"Well, all right,” he picks the spoon back up and begins telling a story of a dragon.

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Once there was a dragon. He was dark purple with sharp horns sticking out of almost every inch of his skin. Many dragons in his area with horns were red or orange and not purple, making him very undesirable to the female dragons in his area. By the time he was just a baby, he had already discovered he was undesirable and unworthy of those around him. His odd coloring and horns were a result of his mother and father breeding from different tribes. This was forbidden in his land.

The dragon lived a lonely life. He lived atop a mountain and came down once a day to drink and eat. Each time he came down, he saw the same old other dragons who looked at him with judging and disapproving eyes. He had been met with this type of gaze his entire life. No one else was dark purple and had horns like him.

However, one time, on his way down to drink, he spotted another purple dragon. He at first suspected it was from his mother's tribe (his father having the horns, his mother being purple); however, the closer he got, he realized it too had horns. He knew immediately he had to go see up close.

As not to frighten the other dragon, who was drinking from the river, he went on the opposite side and pretended to lap up some water himself. His eyes stayed on the other purple-horned dragon the entire time, never leaving it. He was used to the judging stares he got, so he always suspected he was rather ugly; however, looking at the dragon before him, he could not help but think it was a beautiful sight.

Seeing it up close, he realized the dragon was a female dragon. She had the same coloring he did and the same horns all over as him.

She looked up, having sensed eyes on her, and was immediately met with his eyes gazing at her. He was almost too scared to move, but he managed to try to muster up the best smile he could.

He was unsure what her reaction would be for a moment, but soon she was flying over to his side of the river to join him.

“Who are your parents?” she questioned. Her voice was strong but still held a hint of curiosity in it.

“Norbert of the West and Falkor of the North.”

She studied him for a moment, almost trying to see if he was lying before her muscles seemed to relax.

They fell into easy conversation after this. They shared many of the same experiences throughout life, making it easy to bond. When it was nightfall, he offered his mountain up to her, and she happily agreed to the sleepover.

It was the first time in both of their lives that they did not feel alone. 

Many months passed. They had flown everywhere together, both having found a new spirit to go and explore the world. After a while, they settled back down atop the mountain since winter was fast approaching. 

“You are welcome to stay with me.”

“I would love nothing more.”

And that was the tale of the two odd dragons. One might believe that they will never find their one, but they will eventually. You are never truly only. Your person may just be a tad lost in finding you. Or, hell, you might be the one lost.

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Before you knew it, you had eaten your 5 decent bites and even a few more. Severus realized, but you had now. Transfixed on his story, you had lost count and pushed the thoughts away from your mind as best as you could any time they would come near. He reached the end of the story at last.

“I made that up on the spot completely,” he admitted somewhat sheepishly, “but I think it was good.”

“It did what it was supposed to,” you respond. You lean back over to Severus once he has put away the yogurt and other food items, sending them to the kitchen with a flick of his wand.

He opens his arms for you and leans back against the armrest of the sofa, holding you to his chest once more.

“How do you feel?”

“Ok.”

“Just ok? No bad or good feelings, just ok,” his eyes meet yours, and you can tell he is genuinely concerned. He wants to see you eat, and he wants you to be healthy.

"Yeah, I’m just ok.”

Silence is cast over the two of you. You bask in his warmth, and he basks in yours. He makes a point of keeping his arms tightly wrapped around you, like he is scared you will slip away.

“Promise me something,” he breaks the silence. His baritone voice is almost jarring with how quiet it had been.

“Promise when you're struggling like this, you’ll come to me. I don’t care what I’m doing; I want to make sure you are okay.”

You grip his arm tightly, processing his words. In a perfect world, you would immediately just say that you promised, but you knew how it could be sometimes. Sometimes it wasn’t that easy. But look at you now. You're not feeling as awful as you were. Your headache is beginning to fade a bit, your stomach is not aching like it was, and now you are getting to be held by Severus. So maybe you could promise.

“I will be there for you anytime you need me; I promise you that. I swear to you I will be. I just need you to promise that you will tell me when you need me.”

“I promise to try my best to tell you when I need you,” you respond, knowing full well this was not a lie. You would do your best in the future to try to tell him what you were going through.

“Thank you, beautiful. Get some sleep, ok? I can tell you're exhausted. You did so good, you’ve earned it.”

Humming in response, you press your ear to his chest, wanting to listen to his heartbeat, and close your eyes. Very soon you drift off safe and sound in Severus’ arms. Perfect just the way you are, no matter what you eat, because you are not defined by calories or your weight.

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

I can't stop thinking about this moment in "The Secret of Sherlock Holmes" ...

[Sorry for the bad audio quality, as far as I know there's no better recording. The script is under the cut below so you can read along, although it's not verbatim. Also be aware, there's shouting at approx. 0:42 in case you get startled by sudden loud noises (like me).]

Holmes is scared and lives under a feeling of impending doom, beginning to lose his grasp on reality, imagining not only Moriarty's presence but also having conversations with Watson in his thoughts ... And when Watson finally arrives, Holmes of course "can‘t say “Thank you”; he cant say “Good night,” can’t say “Help.”" ...

So he asks Watson for a match to have him close for a moment (they are in Baker Street, Holmes must have his own matches lying around) - I think this is the most logical explanation. He craves Watson's assistance, but he does not know how to ask for it. So he asks for a match instead.

Ahhh, I would sell my soul to travel back in time and see this on stage! (Yes, this is a photo from the play - but I have no idea from which scene.)

Here is the link to the full audio recording of the play on YouTube: Act I - Act II You can find the script via this post by @muchtohope ! I also used it for the text under the cut, thank you OP! :)

The mood changes again: darker, menacing, intensified by sound.

HOLMES becomes aware of another presence: the terrifying image of MORIARTY. His shadow stretches across the stage, street lit, in a London mist. HOLMES is alert, afraid.

HOLMES Professor Moriarty, I presume…? (The shadow remains. Silence) When the time is right, my friend, when the time is right…

The shadow moves away. WATSON's voice is heard.

WATSON Holmes? (HOLMES stays perfectly still) Can I be of assistance?

HOLMES Your presence might be invaluable.

WATSON You speak of danger. You are afraid of something?

HOLMES Well, I am.

WATSON Of what?

HOLMES Of air-guns.

This comes as a terrifying shriek from HOLMES. WATSON's voice has been in HOLMES' mind. Now his voice can be heard off-stage.

WATSON Holmes?

HOLMES (with quiet relief) My friend…

HOLMES rises from chair, as WATSON in outdoor clothes enters in natural light.

WATSON How are you, my dear fellow? I've brought you a cake. Mary baked it especially for you.

WATSON presents a cake tin. HOLMES peers inside, the briefest of glances. He puts in on the desk.

HOLMES How kind. And how is Mrs Watson?

WATSON She is extremely well, and sends you her compliments.

A pause.

HOLMES Watson… I think you know me well enough to understand that I am by no means a nervous man. At the same time it is stupidity, rather than courage, to refuse to recognise danger when it is close upon you. Might I trouble you for a match? (WATSON lights HOLMES' cigarette and sees him staring ahead in a momentary trance before he becomes aware of WATSON's presence again) You have probably never heard of Professor Moriarty?

[v3x-y0urs3lf]

Blooming Panic if MC was the author.

Unfortunately I haven’t written fanfic in over 2 or 3 years so you’re all getting headcanons.. even then I’m high as shit and barely know what I’m talking about. Expect this to be halfassed.

Okay, this mainly follows Toaster’s storyline just.. without romance to be more accepting to everyone’s tastes.

I know canonically the servers been around for like 2/3 years and MC (who I’m just going to continue to call MC for the hell of it.) only has just joined.. but what if they were also BloomBot?

Like, assuming MC doesn’t ACTUALLY work in finance and assuming that they’re actually good enough at coding to make the server possible.. it’s not too bad of an idea.

Hear me out. BloomBot secretly being a person this entire time, watching their chat history, listening in on calls but being unable to actually say anything? Probably gets lonely.

.. So MC makes their own account and joins in, pretending to have no idea who any of them are.

Or another idea - BloomBot just belongs to them and is just your average bot, Mc joins because they themselves have lost all motivation for the series and doesn’t know what to do with it.

I also really like that idea.

Imagine just MC writing and rewriting the final chapter over and over again, or better yet, imagine MC NOT writing the final chapter. Just staring at a blank document with 0 ideas. Likely in tons of stress and no motivation to continue writing but knowing they have thousands of fans waiting for the next chapter.

MC joins a ton of fan servers to try and get some inspiration from ideas but only one really clicks with them - the super secret discord server that we all know of.

There’s moments of guilt within them when Jules or Nightowl are worried or upset with no sign of the final chapter but the chapter continues to be prolonged.

I promised there’d be no particular romance forced into this despite it being Toast’s route but here’s a slight snippet of what I think would happen depending on characters.

Toast.. isn’t much to say really. It’s similar to his natural route where he tries to find who’s behind this, maybe some deep coding down and he might get an email from BloomBots code (Can you tell I know nothing about coding? lol.) I’m not saying he’d know that MC is the author, I just wouldn’t be surprised if he started offhandedly mentioning that sometimes a long break from work is needed and VERY MUCH okay to do so when MC is in call with him.

Nightowl is stressed with both his own school problems and NOW he doesn’t have a way to escape the dread of exams and finals. In a way.. He can relate to that reason the anonymous update was explained with. It might just be me but the way the update described it, it’s pretty obvious the ‘author’ was under stress. He can relate to that stress and probably rants to the MC about it in a late night call.. Knowing someone can relate with you and that you aren’t alone does wonders to someone’s mental health, especially since Nightowl is still pushing through his stress and still moving forward.

Quest.. I completely forgot his character but I think he’s a bit too busy to think about the problem deeply. Sure, The last chapter probably won’t be uploaded but.. it’s not the end of the world? He has work and being the server mod.. the biggest problem he has is making sure everyone else is calm and okay. If MC ends up confessing that they themselves are pretty stressed for whatever reason then he totally gives some great advice, tells MC to take life slow and to take breaks if they need to.. which actually kind of helps knowing you can take your time and go at your own pace.

Xyx is actually bummed out about the whole thing. If blooming panic ends then.. does that mean the community ends? People like having a community to go to and ESPECIALLY when someone is so adrenaline hungry like Xyx then things can be.. hard during times like this when it’s suddenly ending. Xyx isn’t one to vent about it but if he sees MC down about it then he’ll definitely find a way to make them spill (as in vent.) One way or another he’ll convince MC to take a break and he tries to cheer them up.

I understand a lot of this was probably mischaracterised and I apologise for that. I do really want to hit it off as a writer but I’m honestly not really good? Lol. I really am trying, I promise. Thank you for your patience.

[the-daiz]

Flashy flash, falling inlove?

Genre; fluff, hcs

Pairing; Flashy flash x reader

side note; My brain does not shut up save me please save me from my suffering. Also I should make this a series, no?

long

not proofread cuz its 2:40 am

I can only think of 2 types of people he’d fall for: someone who is strong, close to his strength or even stronger, or a normal civilian who completely gives 0 shits about him.

Because the other scenario is funnier, I’m gonna do that one. But if you want the first scenario too, just lmk 😋

Your first encounter with this guy was when you were heading home late, after an exhausting, long shift. You had a taser on you, if you live in a world full of Monsters and chaos you’ll have to learn to protect yourself, no?

also, you just so happened to always attract monsters where ever you go.

Unfortunately for you, however, the monster that you encountered that day was immune to the electrical voltage of your stun gun.

When you had jammed your taser into its body, and it gave no reaction, you attempted to run but the feind yanked you by your arm, and started taunting you.

but before anything else could happen, a small gust of wind wizzed past you, and the monster was left in clean-cut pieces on the ground. It took you a moment to process what just happened before flashy flash suddenly appeared, standing over the orge’s dismantled being.

first thing you did when your mind gears started shifting again was glance down at your body, and make sure all your limbs and belongings were intact. All while flashy flash stood, rather awkwardly, before you. Probably waiting for some kind of reaction.

When you finally felt his intense gaze, you offered him a flat ‘thank you’.

then started walking away.

he was taken aback by your reaction.

He stopped you from leaving, and started almost lecturing you about walking alone at such a late hour. You just stared at him, trying to hide your annoyance. You just wanted to get home.

When you still gave him a monotoned response he said. “I’m flashy flash...”

You stared at him with unamusement.

”…the S-class hero.”

”oh, that’s nice…?” -You

”you do know who I am, no??” -flash

”ahaha,, oh yeah! Definitely!” You, obviously lying.

His ego was wounded.

How could you have not heard of him before? Him! The fastest hero alive!

there was definitely something wrong with you, no normal person would react the way you did. So he decided he needed to get to the bottom of this.

He starts following you around. And takes note of everything you do.

there isn’t much to you, though.

He concludes that: You’re just average, and overworked. And you look quite nice too, your outfit choices are perfect. They really compliment you. Also the way you handle yourself is rather refreshing, not to mention your resilience and…

But also, you attract trouble a lot. And since he’s always following you, he ends up taking care of a few himself, but he does like to watch you take down the monsters yourself too, he enjoys seeing how you catch them off guard with your taser, and how you rarely ever look the slightest bit shaken before them, no matter how grotesque they look.

After 5 times of him saving you from yet another problem, you start to grow suspicious and confront him… he plays it off well, and starts to pursue a small conversation with you….

then finds out you don’t even remember his name.

”what are you talking about, I definitely know your name… uh, flashy dash, right?” -you.

Yeah, he needed to stop being around you for the sake of his own mental health.

To help himself cope with your nonchalant attitude and the fact you didn’t even bother looking him up once after the countless times he saved you. He just stops stalking you.

I mean, why would he? He already crossed out any suspicions he had of you.

When he stopped, though, he started missing you??

he didn’t even understand what he was feeling. I mean, yeah, sure, your face was nice, and I guess you were a little cool. You’re strong in a way he didn’t even know someone could be. And I guess you’re a pleasant person. And he likes your hobbies, and what you do, and watching you do it. Maybe. But so what??

He starts growing irritable. You’re always consuming his mind.

It must be because he was around you for so long, his brain is simply not used to the switch of routine. Yes! That’s definitely it!

A month passes. With him going out of his way to avoid even the mere sight of you.

AND HIS EMOTIONS ARE GETTING WORSE!

worse as in stronger, more roudy, and more overbearing.

He starts to resent you in a way, and he feels frustrated with himself.

How could he be so allured by someone so incredibly normal, someone who doesn’t even remember his name, while he knows every single detail about them!?

When the feelings get too intense, to the point they’re interfering with his hero work. He decides to go and confront you.

Maybe if he speaks with you, he could find something to hate about you. Something he doesn’t like about your personality, or about your face, just anything that could trick his mind into being revolted by you.

”oh, hey flashy flash.” -You

His heart leaps. His breathing stops for a moment and his mind goes blank.

you remembered his name, you greeted him first!

He sucked in a deep breath and masked the ghostly joy on his features.

He was going to insult you, or make a backhanded comment, just anything to tick you off and make you feel the slightest bit frustrated, like he’s been frustrated for the past month.

But when his lips parted to spew out the harsh sentences he had been practicing in his head on the way here… nothing would come out.

He couldn’t do it. Not with the way your gorgeous hues were peering at him with genuine curiosity.

He just asked about your day instead. His voice was low and a bit awkward, but his face was firm with his usual stern expression.

He tried to ignore the racing beat of his heart when you smiled at him, or when you asked about his day, or cracked a light-hearted joke every now and then

He tried to calm his breathing through his nose, but he didn’t think he could keep his composure for long.

He quickly wraps up the discussion, and felt his heart ache slightly when you didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by his urgency to leave.

Either way. He couldn’t stop thinking about that interaction. His mind kept wondering back to the way you looked at him, to the gravitating way your lips moved, to your words, to your voice-

He definitely couldn’t avoid you after this. Maybe he’ll just enjoy having these feelings for you, for a little bit…

He starts going up to you more often. A lot of the times when your heading back from work, and there aren’t much people on the streets.

You question his intentions, and he simply states that you attract too many monsters, and it’s his job to take care of them. You didn’t really buy it but didn’t bother probing much.

He was wrong about something. You weren’t normal. You didn’t care about what other people thought. You carried yourself so definitely from everyone else. You knew what to prioritize.

You didn’t treat him like a hero. You treated him more like a good friend. He didn’t know how good that felt until you had entered his life. (actually he’s the one that entered your life but anyhow)

and you were simply enchanting.

Still, he didn’t like that you barely knew anything about his very flashy, and amazing, career and talent.

How he confesses… One day, on your usual walk with flashy flash after work, you ask him about his hero work. He gets slightly excited at that and straightens his back a little.

He tries to keep everything he says low-key, like “Yeah, I do this and that. I mostly work alone. i neutralize the enemy quickly. I’m very busy mhm.”

You just nod attentively and continue to ask more questions, and to say that he was elated would be an understatement.

It was when you ask. “What rank are you in again? B, right? Or A?” (you forgot S class even existed) that everything goes south.

He stops walking and tries to hide the disheveled look on his face.

He hated the constriction in his chest.

He was an S-class hero, one of the strongest, the fastest. Defeated the most viscous monsters to walk this earth

And, yet he was still another hero name, still another rank you could barely remember.

How weak does he seem to you?

”S-class.” He muttered, his voice cooler than it had been before.

”oh? What does that stand for, special-class?” You let out an awkward chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

“I have to go.”

You’re about to protest and ask him what’s wrong, but he’s already gone in a blink.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. You, a weak civilian, looking down on him?? You didn’t deserve him. (or at least that’s what he was telling himself)

Even though he couldn’t deny the yearning in his heart, he started avoiding you like the plague. Going out of his way to patrol areas that he knew you had no way of being in.

a few days after the incident, when flashy flash is no where to be found, you knew you had done something to hurt him, and that he was avoiding you.

So you start looking for him,

it takes you weeks to finally catch him.

you’re at a minor incident site and wait patiently behind a wall, hiding away from the monsters, for flashy flash to hopefully appear.

And appear he does.

your face lights up at the sight of him, and after he takes care of the few weak monsters, you rush iut of your hiding spot and yell out for him, grasping his arm so he couldn’t leave.

He doesn’t look at you and stays quiet, trying to contain the turmoil in his mind.

You start apologizing for everything wrong you think you could’ve done. And admit that you missed him.

He’s a bit taken aback by this, his eyes visibly widening at the confession.

He explains how he was hurt by the fact that you didn’t acknowledge his strength or rank. He didn’t mean for his thought to spill like that.

You two have a bit of an awkward back and forth, and when silence settles between you two, that’s when he confesses.

His words are elegant and romantic, even if his voice is a bit strained, and his features are slightly distressed, it still doesn’t fail to leave you awe-stricken. (Shhwhahhawgwahahah)

He’s not surprised when you reciprocate his feelings. (cuz his ego is still high asf)

How he is in a relationship,,,

He’s a very busy man, so he doesn’t spend much time with you, but when he does, he makes sure to shower you with compliments and love. He’s very skilled when it comes to verbal affection and doesn’t shy away from showing off his talent.

Speaking of showing off, he always tries to show off to you. If youre watching him fight, he’ll use unnecessary, extra-flashy moves, and glances at you every once in awhile to make sure you’re watching.

When you’re on a date, he makes sure there are zero distractions for him, and rarely ever has to excuse himself because of his hero duties. He wants everything he does for you to be perfect.

his love language is gift giving and quality time.

he SHOWERS you with expensive gifts, and anything you want. If your eye lingers on something, he’s already at the checkout with every colour option of that thing.

He has the money, so of course he’ll spoil you rotten.

Your outings too are also very lavish.

Even though he does spend a lot of time fighting monsters and saving the city, he values the time he spends with you more than anything. He doesn’t care what you are doing as long as you’re beside him.

Honestly, I don’t see him being big on physical touch, he loves it from you though. Adores it when you lovingly caress his face, embrace him or nuzzle closer to him.

PDA is a no-no, BUT, if he gets jealous of someone who is getting a little too close to you. His hands are magnets and you’re the metal. He’s pulling you close by your hips, pressing you close to his chest as he makes passive-aggressive remarks or simply glares at the individual he’s jealous of. (How cliche)

When he’s having a bad day, he’ll collapse into your arms and asks you to massage his scalp while he complains about it, his arms wrapped around your waist.

His kisses are very passionate and lingering. He’ll often have his hands softly holding the side of your face while the other cradles the back of your head. He loves planting kisses all over you.

[overdueforarevival]

Whumptober Day 14 - Addicted To The Not Knowing

Left For Dead | ''cause I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted'

Summary: Ezra Bridger's parents go missing when he is seven years old. There are many things he doesn't know, some things he'll teach himself, others his family will teach him and a few things will have to wait a little while longer.

Also posted to AO3 and based on my tumblr post from a few weeks ago :0

Ezra Bridger doesn’t know a lot of things. He knows that his parents are gone and his home has been cordoned off by the local authority, blocking him from going back. He knows that he’s hungry and cold and he knows that his Mom and Dad always always said to go to Tseebo if anything ever happened to them.

Well, something happened and Tseebo is nowhere to be found. Ezra doesn’t know where to go or what to do, but he does know that it’s almost night and he wants to sleep. So he settles down outside his house, unable to get inside but refusing to leave, and pulls his jacket closer around his body, desperate to conserve some kind of warmth.

He’s kicked awake when it’s still dark out by a beefy man with a bushy mustache telling him to move along and find somewhere else to sleep. Ezra doesn’t know where else to go, so he wanders around the city until dawn comes and then he returns to his street and stands on the corner.

Mr Ishlay goes for his morning walk early in the morning, every morning. He’s an elderly man, one that’s been on the planet probably longer than anyone else, although Ezra’s mother once told him it was rude to say that. He’s not sure why. Mr Ishlay doesn’t walk too well anymore, always leaning on his walking cane but every time Ezra asks why he still walks if it hurts, he says that it’s good for his bones. Ever morning, he’s the first person out the door so Ezra waits for him and when he finally appears, Ezra surges forward.

‘Excuse me, Mister?’ he calls out. The man always smiles when he greets him, a fond look, the kind that old people always give young children. Today, all Ezra gets is wide eyes and a shifty look.

‘What do you want?’ he snaps harshly. Ezra skids to a stop a few paces behind him, staring at his back in disbelief. Confidence thoroughly dashed, Ezra glances around, wondering if someone is going to jump out and announce this all to be an awful joke.

‘I- I was wondering if you knew where my parents are,’ Ezra asks nervously. He gets that same nervous look again, followed by a scowl that has the boy taking another step back.

‘How would I know? Find your own damn parents,’ he sneers and then marches off, cane tapping loudly on the pavement as he fades into the distance.

Maybe he’s just having a bad morning, everyone gets grumpy sometimes. Ezra’s father gets grumpy after work sometimes, but he always apologises afterwards and promises to play Ezra’s favourite games on his day off.

Mrs Onglo is the next one out this morning, watering the flowers outside her house and Ezra skips up to her, twisting his fingers together nervously. This is the lady who always babysits him when his parents are busy, she’s teaching him how to draw and always says that he’s going to be a famous artist one day. She sells artwork in the market and promises that one day she’ll sell his art as well.

‘Hi Mrs Onglo!’ Ezra says cheerfully, waving happily at her. She glances up at him and then quickly looks back down at her garden. ‘Have you seen my parents? They weren’t there when I got home from school yesterday,’

Still, the woman doesn’t answer. Perhaps she’s going deaf, Ezra knows that old people do that sometimes. Dad always jokes that Mom’s going deaf.

‘Mrs Onglo!’ Ezra calls louder, still no answer. Before Ezra can say anything else, she slams down her watering can and runs inside, slamming the door shut behind herself.

Ezra doesn’t understand what’s happening, but decides that maybe his teachers can help him. Teachers have the answers to everything, so he joins the gaggle of children making their way to the school gates. The other parents give him weird looks, probably because they’ve never seen him walk on his own before. Ezra’s older now, though, he knows how to walk to school by himself, he doesn’t need his parents to do that.

He’d quite like them to be here for one last hug before he walks through the gates, though.

However, he doesn’t manage to get through the gates at all. A tall woman, the head teacher, stands in front of him and Ezra nearly bumps right into her legs. She scowls down at him.

‘You no longer attend this school. Do you hear me?’ she snaps angrily, glaring down at him. Ezra stumbles backwards. ‘I don’t ever want to see you near here again. Now scram!’

Ezra doesn’t like the scary look in her eye, the glint of the sun on the lens of her glasses. She doesn’t need to tell him twice; he’s sprinting across the street before he knows it.

Ezra Bridger doesn’t know what’s happening, why nobody will talk to him or where his parents are. But he learns how to survive. He learns how to find the most edible food in the big bins around the back of the shops, he learns the safest alleyways to sleep in and the best lake for a quick bath. Ezra learns to pickpocket and shoplift and Ezra learns that nobody knows his name anymore. They just call him ‘loth-rat’, but even the other street kids won’t speak to him.

Some days Ezra reckons he’s gone invisible and nobody can see him anymore. They all walk past him in the street, even when he’s freezing and hungry, begging for a few credits to help him out. Even when he’s crying and pleading for someone to let him inside to warm up, just for a few minutes. He’d kill to be inside for a few minutes.

But nobody listens, and Ezra doesn’t know why. They’ve left him for dead, to rot on the streets of Lothal, forever wondering why the world stopped and yet everyone else keeps moving.

Eventually, Ezra stops caring about the ‘why’s of the world and focuses more on the ‘how’s. How to survive, how to get more food, how to slip past the bigger kids without being noticed. How to make it through one more winter, one more freezing night on the street.

Ezra gets by just fine with not knowing, in fact he quite likes it. He likes to know that he knows nothing, not how to read or how to speak proper like everyone else, but he gets by just fine. He’s got it all sorted out, a tower to live in and food stored in a cupboard. There’s no need for answers when Ezra is doing just fine on his own.

And then come along the Ghost crew and Ezra thinks he fits in quite nicely, a ghost living on the Ghost. He has three square meals a day, a blanket to sleep under and Hera even buys new clothes. She can be a bit strict sometimes, she makes him shower every day and insists he wash his hair with shampoo twice a week minimum. He uses the same shampoo that Kanan uses and now he always smells like the man too.

Kanan teaches him things, gives him answers to questions that he didn’t know existed. Things start to make sense and Ezra only now realises how little he understood about himself. About the weird feelings he gets, about how he always knows when a fist is about to come flying at his face. Everything is falling into place.

Zeb and Sabine make fun of him sometimes, just for how he does things. He’s not sure why they think it’s so weird that he eats so fast. Don’t they know how easy it is for someone else to steal your food away? They frown at him when he admits that he doesn’t know how to read, Zeb asks why his school never taught him and then Hera calls him away quickly.

Everyone starts reading with him after that, teaching him the letters of the alphabet and what they look like, how to draw them. Ezra tries not to feel too put on the spot. He supposes they’re just trying to be nice, but Ezra’s never needed to read before, he’ll get by just fine without knowing a little longer. They all seem to enjoy it, though, so he lets them teach him and soon enough he’s racing Hera to finish odd books Kanan finds on the holoweb for them.

It takes a while, but Ezra gets used to the casual ‘love you’s that get thrown about the ship every night when he turns in. The first time, he freezes when Hera shouts it down the hall and promptly bolts to his room. The last time he heard that phrase was the morning his parents died. In a year, he’s gone from nobody daring to speak to him to having those words called to him like it’s natural. Of course, Ezra understands now that nobody spoke to him out of fear of the Empire. But still, it doesn’t make sense for Hera to be saying this.

But then Kanan starts saying it too and now Ezra really doesn’t know what to do. But they never stop, in fact it begins to replace any form of ‘goodbye’ and Ezra quite likes it. He doesn’t say it back.

He’s not sure why he doesn’t say it back, he tries a few times, braces himself and spends an hour mustering up the courage but as soon as he sees Hera cooking dinner in the galley, he freezes. In the end, he chops the vegetables for her.

Somewhere along the line, he’s found a family and he’s not quite sure where it came from but he certainly enjoys it. The casual banter and bizarre inside jokes. Knowing that there’s always someone who will have his back, that they’ll never ignore him and never pretend he doesn’t exist makes it easier to go to sleep. He’ll never wake up in the cold again, never wake up alone, wondering why everybody hates him all of a sudden.

And then Kanan makes an awful decision. Ezra should have seen this coming, should have known this was his plan all along but the thought never crossed his mind. In all of these battles they’ve fought, all the missions they’ve been on, hell even after all the nightmares he’s had about it, it never once crossed Ezra’s mind that Kanan might die.

He doesn’t look scared when it happens, in fact he looks perfectly at peace. He smiles at Hera as he pushes her away and lets the flames consume him. It’s almost as though he thought they’d be okay without him. Ezra doesn’t know where he could have gotten such a preposterous notion from. They are not okay without him.

Every night, he can hear Sabine sniffling through the wall that separates their bunks, Zeb is grumpier than ever and even Chopper seems more dull. There’s less spontaneous electrocution which Ezra supposes he should be grateful for, yet part of him misses it.

And then there’s Hera. He knows how hard she’s trying to hard to hide it, but he can feel every emotion lying behind her facade of coping. Ezra doesn’t know why Kanan would do this, why he would hurt Hera like this and why he’d leave him. Ezra doesn’t know enough about the Force yet, about being a Jedi to become half the man that Kanan was. Ezra doesn’t know what to do without his Master.

Now it falls to Ezra to make these decisions and he doesn’t know which is the right one. He guesses and guesses, hopes and prays, begs and pleads for guidance. In the end, he still doesn’t know that to do. But if there’s one thing he learned from being on the streets is that if you act confident enough, nobody will second guess you.

So he makes the damn video and tells Sabine that he’s counting on her. He says his goodbyes and still can’t tell them how much he loves them. He doesn’t know why, when it matters more than ever, he can’t tell them something so simple.

Ezra doesn’t know why he wants to backtrack, to jump off of Thrawn’s ship and hope Hera will see him and catch him. Ezra doesn’t know where he’s going to end up or if this is even going to work. Kanan would have a better idea. Kanan should be here.

But he isn’t and Ezra doesn’t want to hate him for it, but a part of him is really pissed off. No matter how at peace he tries to be, no matter how hard he tries to accept that Kanan is never coming back, he just wants the man to walk up the ramp to their ship one more time.

Now neither of them will.

Ezra doesn’t know where he is, on this strange planet with no intelligent life forms for miles other than the one man who ruined Ezra’s life just when it was starting to look up again. But it’s okay, because Sabine will come for him and Ezra just has to hold out until she finds him. Surely, it can’t take that long.

So he sets up camp and reminds himself of how to keep warm when sleeping out in the elements. He got quite good at it once upon a time, so he knows how to do it now. He doesn’t know what plants are safe to eat or what animals to hunt for dinner, but he learns through trial and error.

Thrawn is doing something, he can feel the Grand Admiral’s presence on the planet, plotting and planning while Ezra waits. It doesn’t matter that Ezra doesn’t know, because he’ll never be able to get off this planet, wherever they are. His venator was destroyed by the Purgill.

Ezra doesn’t know why it’s taking Sabine so long to come find him, doesn’t know why he’s still here in the freezing cold. In all the spare time he now finds himself with, Ezra tries to teach himself more, to learn about the Force and become stronger. He misses having a teacher to guide him, misses having Kanan telling him what to do and how to be.

Every day he wishes he’d learned just a bit more, just asked a few more questions while he was alive. If he’d just trained harder, perhaps he’d have been good enough to save Kanan. Selfishly, he wonders if, had Kanan been alive, Ezra could have stayed home.

Ezra doesn’t know a lot, but he does know that everything he’s learned came from the smartest people alive. And those smart people are going to find him one day. Until then, Ezra will stay here with the Noti, haunted by ghosts of his past, wondering if anyone will ever know how it feels, if he’ll ever be able to tell them. For now, he has no choice but to wait and float in this not knowing, forever waiting for his family to bring him home.

[goodluckclove]

Tag Game - Questions for Fellow Writers!

I was tagged by the talented @mushroommanchanterelle but I'm going to be a dingus about this, just you wait.

Last book I read: I'm reading an encyclopedia about birds that I got from a used bookstore because it's little and cute and I wanted it to get inspiration for Edgar in Songbird Elegies. I'm also reading The Dead Beat, which is a book about obituary writers. It's pretty good!

Greatest literary inspiration: I definitely get a lot of Vonnegut and maybe Hemingway in terms of accessibility in prose? One of the most important things to me in what I write is making sure that language is beautiful, but simple enough to be easily understood. I think the highest praise I've gotten is from non-native English speakers like my beloved compatriot @ivaspinoza who still really enjoy the excerpts I post.

Maybe also Palahinuik with some of the content and narrative gimmicks? Lil' bit of Kerouac, but like before On the Road? Does that sound like anything?

Things in my current fandom(s) I want to read but I don't want to write: My greatest shame of mine is that I don't really actually have a fandom. I don't like to admit that because it makes me sound like some hermit who only fixates on their writing, but that's...not entirely inaccurate. I consume a lot of media, but nothing that I'd consider myself part of the fandom of.

But I still want to be included because my friend Mushy wants to include me, so I'm making up a fandom. It's a TV show called Jonathan's Food Truck, staring Don Cheadle as Jonathan Fudtruk, a man with aspirations to start a food truck.

I really want to read an AU of Jonathan's Food Truck where he has to sell the food truck. What would happen? Where would he go? Imagine the outage. He fucks that food truck. I'm a Jonathan/Food Truck pro-shipper.

Things in my current fandom(s) I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: a whump fic where Jonathan is forced to operate a brick and mortar restaurant and also he can't stop pissing himself.

You can recognize my writing by: Apparently elaborate food descriptions. I think my dialogue is pretty distinct from what I've been told. Kind of experimental and not super literary. I don't really know how to answer this, maybe you guys can tell me.

My most controversial take (current fandom[s]): The analog horror ARG for Jonathan's Food Truck was not as bad as people say it was. And since it came out before The Mandela Catalogue, they're actually the originators of religious trauma in modern online horror.

Top three favourite tropes: Pathetic characters, abstract narratives, radical softness

What’s your current writing mood? (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut) I mean it's mildly annoying to me but I'm deciding to put aside Book Two for like a week or so and re-edit Book One for a final run before I consider it fully ready to publish. But I'm down for that so - 10?

Share a random frustration: Itch on foot. I don't have one right now but I don't like when I do.

I tag @mercuryytheraven and @rkmoon and @ratracewriting, and I highly encourage you all to make up a fandom like I did because it's a very funny additional challenge.

[uwukillmenowowo]

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[ 7 | Run] 『🏃‍♀️』

Key's for the story: Insert - Narrative - And then she stared at her reflection in the mirror [Insert] - Author speaking - [Eyyy there- wazzup readers] "Insert" - Talking - "Hey there!" [But can also be air quotes] 'Insert' - Thinking - 'Dame he's cute...' "Insert" - Whispering - "I- I messed up..." [But can also be an emphasis on a word/phrase, or flashback] (Insert) - Inner mind..? - (Deadass doesn't know how to explain it here) *Insert* - Action - *Sighs with their head down*[INSERT] - Magic - [OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!] or [IGGNAIM!]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: [ 6 | Cursed] 『😈』

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[Book 0] The Academy of Ghouls

[Chapter 7] Wanted Girl On the Run

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{Your POV}

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I took in faster breaths as I ran and ran through the halls of the academy. "Is this far enough" I asked myself as I made it to a staircase. After running for who knows how long through seemingly endless corridors, I finally found an outside window. I'd receive curious glances from the students I'd passed along the way, but thankfully, this corridor was deserted. "Professor Nicolas was really nice to me, so I feel kind of bad doing this... But that might have been my last chance to escape." I groaned and held my hand to my head. "If I had my phone I could've called Vil and ask him about my curse."

I looked aroundas I caught my breath, and noticed a poster on the wall of the corridor. "Wanted? Wait... that photo... That's me?!" My jaw dropped. "They already have a wanted posted of me???" As I stood staring in horror at the poster, I heard a yell from the other end of the corridor. I hurriedly crouched down, holding my breath. Their yells were far so I couldn't make out what they were saying. The only thing I caught, was "Hera's Snakes"

Once the voices were gone, I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. I fixed my skirt, made sure my wand wouldn't fall and tiptoed around the corner. 'All these corridors are too long... Just like Night Ravens' I sighed as I remembered all the times I got lost with Grim. Suddenly.... "NoooOOOOooOOOO!!!" A piercing screech echoed through the corridor. "Gyaaah!! Gross, gross, gross! Gotta hide... He's really gonna kill me this time!!" The wailing and footsteps grew closer. I panicked and threw open the nearest door.

Luckily, it led to an empty closet. There were tall shelves lined with clothing and fabric, and a large, brass mirror loomed eerily in the dark. I gasped and was about to use my wand to pour my magic into the mirror so I could contact someone from Twisted Wonderland but then I heard the wailing voice outside the closet. "This'll do!" Just as I was hiding myself in the corner, I heard the doorknob turn. 'Shoot! Someone's coming in!' I thought. I hurriedly grabbed a nearby piece of black fabric, pulled it over my head, and held my breath.

"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap... Whatever deity is out there listening, please get rid of Romeo!" When the door opened, I saw someone in a cloak rush in. It seemed that, like me, he also planned to weather some disaster in this closet. "Fuji... Come out, come out, wherever you are... Don't be scared... Come on, answer me..." I could hear a voice outside calling out in the tone of someone searching for a lost cat. "Eeek..!"

A door opened somewhere in the distance, and I jumped a little in spite of myself. "Huh..? Is someone... in here..?" 'Ah! He's going to find me... What do I do..?' I thought. "Just my imagination... right?" but then another door opened. "Eeek!" "I know you're hiding, Fuji...*Tch* Not here... in that closet, then?" "Urgh, that asshole! Does he have a sixth sense or something?!" Footsteps then got louder until they were outside the room. "Whatever higher power is out there, I am your humble servant!!" The other person whispered.

"Who is calling me right now?" The voice on the other side asked aloud. "Hello? I'm busy, what is it?..... What? One escaped? Sounds like our LB... Lucky break, obviously! DO I really need to explain that to you, moron?! Yes, good. I'll find the escapee before the academy does." I flinched. 'Is he talking about me..?' The footsteps quickly disappeared into the distance, and silence fell once more. "*Phew* He's gone..." The other person in the closet sighed in relief.

"Urgh... Well, I hated that. Something about dark places really chills my-" The other person opened a light switch and I yelped as we made eye contact in the light. "AAAARGGH?! MONSTER!!!" I sweatdropped. "I-It's okay! Please calm down!" "O-Okay! Wait... A girl!?" THe boy before me then sighed and smiled. "Oh! You're just wearing something on your head! Geez, don't scare me like that..." The boy removed his hood, revealing a relieved smile. 'I... probably shouldn't let him see my face...' I wasn't sure how many people had seen the poster in the corridor, so I was relieved to have a cover.

"So, what are you doing in a place like this? That uniform isn't one of ours... Are you a transfer student? Oh! Are you lost?! Do you need help?!" I hummed. "Umm...." I did need help, but my closet companion looked like a Darkwick student. 'If he finds out I'm trying to run away, he'll probably report me... I can't accept his help...' "Ah! Sorry! I'm coming on too strong, right?!" I shook my head. "No, it's not that... You just seem to be having a tough time. I don't want to put you out."

The male then went wide eyed. "Now way." "Huh..?" I questioned. "Are you..? Do you..?" 'He looks really shocked... Did he see the poster and recognize me?' I thought and held my hands together. "Come on, Kaito, get it together. It said in Q&G magazine that 93% of girls want the guy to do the asking out." Wait.... what..? I felt my face getting hotter. I was about to say something but then the boy who called himself Kaito held his hand up. "Stop. Say no more. Kaito Fuji, Frostheim second year. What's your name?" 'Should I answer? I don't think he recognized me...'

"Huh? um..." I flinched and stood straight. "Oh! I'm [Y/n] [L/n]." I was afraid he'd get suspicious if I kept stalling, so I reluctantly gave my name. "Nice to meet you, [Y/n]. You can call me Kaito. I nodded. "Nice to meet you, Kaito." 'I guess I'm in the clear? For now, anyway' I thought and smiled. "I'm the kinda guy who just can't walk by someone in need, you know? And I've kinda got my finger on the pulse here at Darkwick. I can show you around, if you like." I hummed. 'I kind of feel like I'm stringing him along... But this could be my last chance to get out of here.'

"In that case, could you please show me where the exit it?" Kaito tilted his head. "The exit..? Why?" I hesitated, unsure how to answer. Kaito hurriedly shook his head. "Sorry! Forget I asked! That was close... It said you're not supposed to ask too many questions at first either..."  I just nodded and we exited the closet. People shot us glances as we walked through the campus. I guiltily lowered my head to hide my face. "I'm really sorry about this..." I told Kaito.

"Oh, it's nothing, really! But, um... I was kind of wondering why you're wearing that... it's a veild, right? Like for a wedding?" 'So I'm wearing a veil? He looks suspicious of me... What should I say? can't tell him I'm trying to escape from here so I don't want anyone to see my face...' "This is a keepsake from my mother..." I bit my lip as I lied. "Oh... I actually have something like that too!" I felt a pan of guilt at Kaito's flustered reaction. "Ah, that was a question too many, wasn't it?! I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me!"

"No, it's okay! I'm sorry too." 'When we get to the exit, I'm going to apologize properly and return this veil.' I thought. "She must think I'm really insensitive... Come on, moron, get it together!" The both of us continued to walk through... empty corridors. "Huh? It's usually super crowded around here... Where did everyone go?" Kaito asked. "What's going on? Maybe someone posted about it on WickHive. Urgh.... but if I turn my phone back on, that asshole's gonna ruin it flat with calls..." I sweatdropped. 'Darkwick students certainly swear more than NRC students...'

"Oh..." I asked him if anything was wrong. "So I'm kind of in the middle of a... situation, right now. Do you mind if we take the long way to the exit?" His request made me suspicious for a moment, but at his anxious expressed I recalled the incident in the closet. 'He seemed to be running away from whoever was outside... What was his name again.... Oh- Romeo!..... I mean... he's already helping me and there aren't really people in the corridors...' "[Y/n]? A-Are you mad?" I hummed and shook my head. "O-Of course not! I'm honestly so grateful to have your help that I feel a little guilty about it..."

Kaito then stopped in his tracked and stared at me. "You... You're..." I tilted my head. "YOU'RE SO NICE!!!!!" All of a sudden Kaito started crying. "I knew it... You really are a guardian angel!" I giggled at the compliment. "I'm really not-" "It's okay. My gram always told me to believe in destiny. Maybe I was born to protect you." I blinked twice as Kaito held his hand to his chest. Expressions seemed to roll over Kaito's face like thunderclouds so quickly that it made me dizzy.

'He's like... the opposite of Ace. Kaito was scared of me while Ace picked a fight, Kaito wants to protect me while Ace would tease and annoy, Kaito wears a blue dorm uniform and Ace wears Red. Haha! it would be funny if I met someone like or opposite of Deuce next!' I thought and smiled.

Then we made it outside. "No one here either? Weird...." I also nodded. "It is strange... There were a lot of cats running around here earlier..." But then I felt something wrap around my leg. I yelped and Kaito turned around, asking me what was wrong. I told him that something grabbed my leg and Kaito explained that it was a shadow Imp. "Don't worry! Ah- I mean... *Ahem* Never fear. You're safe with me." He posed like how Rook would do and I nodded slowly. "Right... Okay..."

Kaito then proceeded to pour cake sprinkles on the imps. "All right, we have a deal! They look creepy, but they actually have a major sweet tooth, hilarious right? I really wish they were less grabby... But they let you go if you get them their sugar fix." I smiled and nodded. "I see... Thank you." Kaito stood back up and waved his hand. "No need to thank me. These are the machinations of destiny, after all. And I am your knight in shining armor."

I giggled and just nodded. Kaito's dazzling smile and laid back personality alleviated some of the fea that had gripped me moment earlier. He hummed and skipped along in front of me and I followed. "We took a little detour, but look! We're nearly there! It's just around that corner! Come on [Y/n], I'll race you!" Kaito ran and I started to jog after him, when out of nowhere we ran into a student with dark brown hair and purple eyes. He didn't have a uniform like Kaito's.

When Kaito go closer, the brown haired male tripped him and threw his body onto the ground. I gasped in shock and then boy held a knife to Kaito's throat. "THE FUCK?!?!" Kaito yelled in shock. "GYAAAAH!!! NONONONONO DON'T KILL MEEEE!! I STILL HAVEN'T TAKEN A GIRL TO DIZZYLAND IN MATCHING FITS!! IS THIS REALLY HOW IT ENDS FOR ME????!!!" Kaito yelled in fear. "What? Are you human?" The other boy asked. "K-Kaito!" I called and ran over to them. In a flash, the mystery attacker sheathed his knife and stood up, glancing around with a puzzled face.

"Am I alive..? Did I survive that..?" I sighed and then the stranger seemed panicked. "Sorry! Are you hurt? Let me see." Though seconds ago he'd had a blade at Kaito's throat, the stranger was now kneeling to examine him for injuries. 'What on Earth just happen..?' I thought as I walked closer to them. "Sorry my ass! Of course I'm hurt! My butt and my back and my head and my spirit are killing me!" I giggled as Kaito's explanation. "My apologies... I saw you sneaking around in unusual clothing. I assumed you were anomalies, so I was waiting here to ambush you." He glanced at the veil on my head with a perplexed smile.

"This is all because of my veil... I'm sorry." I played with some parts of the veil and groaned. "Hey! You made her sad, asshole!" Kaito yelled. "How can you tell? Her face is hidden?" The other boy asked. "Well, sure, but you can hear it in her voice!! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Kaito's anger seemed to have sent a message. The stranger's eyes widened, and he swiftly lowered his head. "I've been very rude to you haven't I? I'm really sorry. It seem I've forgotten my manners."

The boy then held his hand to his chest and smiled, making him look... really handsome..... "My name is Lucas Errant. My close friends call me Luca. What are your names?" Lucas gazed kindly at me with eyes like midday violets and I chuckled in embarrassment. His extended hand and clear gaze spoke volumes about the unwavering sincerity of his character. "M-My name is [Y/n] [L/n]. You can just call me [Y/n]" I fixed the veil so it hid my now blushing face. "And this is Kaito. If I may ask, why exactly did you think we were anomalies?"

That's when Lucas told us that an anomaly escaped, which made me think back to the students who mention "Hera's Snakes". "What?! A dangerous anomaly escaped?!" "Yes. I saw some students panicking over it, so I jumped to conclusions." Kaito seemed to panic as well. "You're not kidding, right? That's a pinned post kind of disaster! I'm calling it- this day sucks! Ah! Is that why it's so deserted around here?! Did everyone but us evacuate?!" A chill ran up my spine when Kaito said "escaped" and I clamped my mouth shut.

"I have to ask. What are you two doing sneaking around during an emergency like this? I am sorry for hurting you, Kaito, but I do think most people would have made the same mistake." Then Kaito sweatdropped and pouted. "Most people don't carry knives in their pockets! Ugh, forget that for now. Come over here a second!" Both boys then walked over to a bus stop and I stood alone in confusion.

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: [ 8 | Stalker] 『👀』

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Scripts - S6 - Episode 11 (Part 1 of 2)

Rodeo challenge (excl. Bella's turn)

NARRATOR: I love girls’ choice recouplings! Or I did until I experienced one myself recently.

NARRATOR: Or an uncoupling might be more accurate... Ok, I admit it, I was dumped!

NARRATOR: But which boy is about to suffer a similar fate and which boy does {0} have her eyes on?

NARRATOR: Let’s find out!

Everyone digests the recoupling news, Roberto and {0} stare at you in shock.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Looks like the power’s in the girls’ hands now, boys!

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Yeah, you boys better get your grafting boots on.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: Grafting boots aren’t my style.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: You’ve been wearing them since you got here.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: Charm and graft are two different animals. As are me and you.

{0}_SERIOUS: You got that right, pal.

{0}_SERIOUS: I guess we’ll get an answer to our question tonight, {1}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I guess you will.

GRACE_HAPPY: You boys getting a bit jittery?

OZZY_FLIRTY: Nah, not sweating it too much.

Ozzy shoots you a subtle flirty smile. Grace seems to notice it.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I’m quietly confident it’ll work out at the recoupling.

LEWIE_HAPPY: It’s not very quiet when you announce it like that, mate.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I meant Roberto and {0}. Are you boys pranging?

LEWIE_EMBARRASSED: I’m genuinely nervous. Feel like I’m in the tunnel before a cup final.

JAMAL_HAPPY: How did the last cup final go? Out of interest.

LEWIE_HAPPY: Eh, not great. We lost 4-0 and I got sent off.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: Well at least you’re used to going home early.

RYAN_EMBARRASSED: I’m more nervous than before a performance.

LEWIE_FLIRTY: You should never be nervous about your <i>performance</i>.

JAMAL_FLIRTY: Never overthink things in the bedroom. Passion and instinct, bro.

RYAN_HAPPY: I think we’re talking about different performances.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: I never think of anything in the bedroom as a performance. It feels too… distant.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: I like it to be more intimate than a ‘performance’.

JAMAL_HAPPY: I’ve got a few cheeky butterflies. Like before I compete in an event.

JAMAL_FLIRTY: Guess that means I’m catching some feels.

LEWIE_HAPPY: What happened in the last event you competed in?

JAMAL_HAPPY: Oh it went great actually.

JAMAL_HAPPY: Stacked it off a big rail set and ended up coming second to last.

ROBERTO_SERIOUS: At least you’re used to going home early.

{0}_IDLE: It’s cool, nerves make me perform better.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: In pilot school, we call that a C.A.C.A statement.

GRACE_SURPRISED: And what does that mean?

ROBERTO_HAPPY: Choose Another Career, Already.

Roberto keeps a straight face until he bursts out laughing.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: Things always work out for the best.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: Whether it’s in here or not, I’m sure we’ll all find love.

Roberto holds your gaze, giving you a confident smile.

BELLA_SURPRISED: You must get a bit nervy before you fly? I’d be a hot mess.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: You’re always a hot mess, Bella.

BELLA_HAPPY: You know me so well.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: When I’ve got the controls in my hands I’m cool as ice.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Well, your future’s in the girls’ hands now.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: True, true. But I’m feeling hopeful, put it that way.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m crossing both my fingers!

BELLA_SURPRISED: Both your fingers?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: My fingers on both hands. Ah, you know what I’m saying.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: You boys really are bricking it.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: {0}, are you picking up on their nervous energy?

I’m picking up your sexy energy, Roberto

PLAYER_FLIRTY: The only thing I’m picking up right now is your sexy energy, Roberto.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I can see why you’re feeling confident.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: Great to hear. Any man you choose would be lucky.

{0} being nervous is kind of cute

PLAYER_FLIRTY: {0} being a little bit nervous is cute. He understands what a find I am.

{0}_HAPPY: Exactly. The stakes are high. So much to lose.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Is that so?

{0}_FLIRTY: Yeah, you’re amazing, {1}.

You’ll find out who I’m picking up later

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not gonna tell you what I think, boys.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Wait until the recoupling to see where my head’s at.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: I love a girl who keeps me on my toes.

{0}_FLIRTY: Amelia, I’m more interested in what you’re saying.

{0}_FLIRTY: Anyone you’ve got your eye on for the recoupling?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: That’s for me to know.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Let’s just say I’m open to being grafted, boys.

{0}_FLIRTY: Good to know.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I was talking to all the boys, {0}.

{0}_FLIRTY: Burn!

Bella’s phone pings.

BELLA_SURPRISED: I got a text!

LITEXT: Islanders, get ready to take part in ‘The Good, The Bad, and The Sexy’! It’s time to show off your moves. {0}RidingFlirty {1}BuckingBonko

JAMAL_HAPPY: Bucking Bonko? That’s sick!

OZZY_HAPPY: My moves are sick. Been waiting for an excuse to bust them out.

LEWIE_HAPPY: Mate, you bust them out every morning.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: You know what a physical challenge means, boys?

JAMAL_FLIRTY: Time to get a pump on real quick!

Roberto and Jamal sprint to the gym laughing, closely followed by the other boys.

BELLA_HAPPY: They’re hilarious.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Looks like they’re ready to get their graft on.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ohhh I don’t know who to pick for the challenge. So many snacks.

BELLA_FLIRTY: Well, {0} clearly wants you to focus on him.

BELLA_FLIRTY: He’s been dropping game all morning.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Unfortunately, his game is a bit cringe.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Icky?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Ehh maybe a bit. He said he was all about Ivy and forgot her pronto.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: What about you, Bella? Who will you pick?

BELLA_IDLE: I think {0} would be a little miffed if I didn’t pick him.

BELLA_EMBARRASSED: But if I told you all there’s a spark there, I’d be lying.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Yikes. Sparks can come when you least expect them though.

GRACE_IDLE: Me and my ex were just mates until I saw him using chopsticks in a restaurant.

GRACE_HAPPY: Just clicked all of a sudden. I was like, ‘ahh I fancy you now’.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Maybe seeing {0} on a bucking bronco will give you the chopsticks feeling.

BELLA_HAPPY: Maybe. Thanks, gang, always enlightening.

{0} peels off from the boys and approaches.

{0}_FLIRTY: Grace, can I pull you for a quick chat?

GRACE_SURPRISED: Course you can.

Grace leads {0} over to the beanbags.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: I wonder if he’s grafting or just wants a chat?

BELLA_FLIRTY: We’ll ask Grace later. Something tells me this challenge is about to stir the pot.

You rush off with the girls to get ready. A nervous energy in the air about the upcoming challenge and looming recoupling.

PLAYER_HAPPY: This challenge is gonna be so much fun!

BELLA_HAPPY: I’ve always wanted to be a cowgirl.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I might be taking the boys for a ride.

The girls laugh as Grace rushes into the dressing room.

GRACE_SURPRISED: Guess who just got his graft on?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Guessing it might’ve been {0}.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: He said he wanted to get to know me better.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Did Ozzy see?

GRACE_HAPPY: He couldn’t miss it. We were right by the gym.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: {0}’s making moves.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Confirms he wasn’t that into Ivy after all.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Did you flirt back with him, Grace?

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I kinda did a bit.

BELLA_SURPRISED: With Ozzy right there?

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I guess I wanted him to hear and get a bit jel. Is that wrong?

You shouldn’t play games with him

PLAYER_ANGRY: You shouldn’t be using a boy to play games with Ozzy.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: She’s having fun, don’t ruin her buzz, {0}.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I just don’t think you’d be too pleased if it was the other way round.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: You’re right. Guess I’m just feeling a bit confused with Ozzy is all.

It’s never wrong to flirt

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We all came here to flirt. Don’t feel bad because you and Ozzy are coupled up.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I never feel bad for flirting. It’s got me in trouble a few times...

AMELIA_HAPPY: Quite a few times.

AMELIA_HAPPY: But it’s too much fun.

BELLA_FLIRTY: Agreed. Maybe Ozzy was taking notes. It might be a good thing for you both.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Thanks, girls. I guess I’m just feeling a bit confused about Ozzy right now.

You don’t sound too secure with Ozzy

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: It sounds like you and Ozzy aren’t on solid ground.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Alright, {0}!

PLAYER_IDLE: If she felt super secure with Ozzy would she be doing that?

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: You’re right, I guess I don’t feel that solid with him right now.

GRACE_SAD: I might just be overthinking things, but feels like I’ve got a few doubts.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Or more like I think he’s got some doubts. Like he’s not 100 about me.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Why do you think that?

GRACE_SAD: Kinda feels like he might still be open to other options.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: What other options?

Grace glances in your direction and awkwardly avoids eye contact.

BELLA_SERIOUS: If he does, that’s on him. He should be gassed he’s with you.

GRACE_SAD: I just see his eyes wandering a bit sometimes. Like he’s not set.

BELLA_FLIRTY: Sounds like you need to find out where you stand.

Grace thinks for a few seconds.

GRACE_FLIRTY: I’m gonna give him a test in this challenge.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: How do you mean?

GRACE_FLIRTY: You’ll see soon. And his reaction will tell me a lot!

BELLA_FLIRTY: Well, that’s ambiguous. Whatever you got planned sounds like a great idea.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I got a feeling this challenge is gonna go off.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: The boys will be falling over themselves to impress us.

BELLA_HAPPY: {0}, you already have the PERF outfit. Love that sexy cowgirl number.

GRACE_HAPPY: Urgh, I'm so jealous. That outfit is gonna stun everyone!

BELLA_HAPPY: Happy with your look?

I’ll do some touch ups

I’m good to go!

PLAYER_HAPPY: If I’m gonna be bucking broncos, I have to be wearing this.

BELLA_FLIRTY: Couldn’t agree more, honey.

GRACE_HAPPY: Love it!

BELLA_HAPPY: We’ve all got these cute hats, but let’s see if there’s something else...

BELLA_HAPPY: I found the perfect thing. It’s a cute cowgirl outfit! But there’s only one.

AMELIA_HAPPY: {0}, you would defo pull that off.

GRACE_HAPPY: Yeh, I need to see you in that! It’ll look stunning.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Ok, I’ll see what it looks like.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What do we think?

BELLA_HAPPY: I think I can’t think because that looks so hot!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Giddy up, sister! You look sooooo cute in that!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Are you gonna wear it, {0}?

*TRYOUTFIT* Yeehawww, I’m wearing this!

I’m going to see what else I’ve got

AMELIA_HAPPY: Shame, that cowgirl outfit looked unreal on you.

GRACE_IDLE: So many boys are competing for you right now.

GRACE_FLIRTY: With the recoupling coming up, maybe you want to go all out?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Yeah, and see who goes all out for you?

BELLA_IDLE: She’s got a point, {0}. What do you want to do?

I want to try on that cowgirl outfit again!

BELLA_HAPPY: Ringa-ding ding.

GRACE_HAPPY: I’m always right with my first impression of an outfit.

GRACE_FLIRTY: And my first impression of that outfit was: YES.

AMELIA_IDLE: She’s right, {0}. All eyes will be on you in that outfit.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It also shows your fun side.

AMELIA_IDLE: Are you going to wear the spicy cowgirl outfit then?

*TRYOUTFIT* I have to wear it!

I’ll wear something else

I’ll check out the wardrobe once more

I’ll stick with what I’m wearing now

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I think I’ll just wear what I have on.

PLAYER_HAPPY: If I’m gonna be bucking broncos, I have to be wearing this.

BELLA_FLIRTY: Couldn’t agree more, honey.

GRACE_HAPPY: Love it! What are we waiting for? Let’s go!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m feeling great in this!

GRACE_HAPPY: Love it!

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m feeling fine in this.

BELLA_HAPPY: This will be my first ever rodeo! I’m so excited.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Let’s go!

You sprint onto the challenge stage where a rodeo bull stands in the middle of a Western themed obstacle course.

RYAN_HAPPY: I’ve always loved westerns.

BELLA_HAPPY: I’ve always wanted a ride on one of them mechanical bull thingies.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: You look incredible in that outfit, {0}.

{0}_FLIRTY: You look more than incredible. I know who I’m trying to impress.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, boys.

Your phone pings. You read it out.

LITEXT: Islanders, you will take it in turns to ride the rodeo bull for as long as possible.

LITEXT: Then complete the obstacle course as sexily as you can before giving a sexy dance to an Islander of your choice. {0}BuckleUp {1}WildRide

PLAYER_HAPPY: Woop woop, let’s do this! Who’s up first?

ROBERTO_HAPPY: I think I can tame this beautiful, wild animal.

BELLA_HAPPY: But what about the bull?

ROBERTO_HAPPY: I’ll try to tame that too.

Roberto sprints to the bull and flings himself onto it with power and grace.

He grips its handle with one hand, and tips his hat to you with the other.

The bull starts to crank up, spinning around, rising and falling erratically. Roberto holds on with ease.

His bronzed abs glisten in the sunlight and his ripped arms flex as he tames the bull.

He makes eye contact with you as he makes it look effortless.

{0}_HAPPY: Focus on the bull, not showing off to the girls.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: I can multitask. Watch. No hands!

He grips the bull between his bulging thighs and flexes both biceps above his head.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: I call this the Portuguese squeeeeze!

The girls get a view of his defined back and bum as his legs vice around the spinning bull.

BELLA_FLIRTY: He might be boring hot, but he is hot!

AMELIA_FLIRTY: He is too much! That bod is something else.

The bull really cranks up but Roberto dominates it expertly.

GRACE_FLIRTY: You drooling too, {0}?

All the flutters

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That boy is a total snack. He’s giving me serious flutters!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Think the other boys are gonna struggle to top this.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: Hope you heard that, boys! Glad I’m catching your eye, {0}.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: Excited for your turn too.

BELLA_SURPRISED: How can he flirt and ride a bull like that?

ROBERTO_HAPPY: This ain’t my first rodeo!

Getting the ick quick

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I’m getting the ick, girls. He’s being a bit extra, isn’t he?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Extra hot!

BELLA_HAPPY: I take it you’re waiting for someone else’s turn then?

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: And who would that be?

I’ll be drooling over someone else

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m more excited to see one of the other boys.

BELLA_FLIRTY: I told you this challenge was going to be lit!

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Which boy?

ROBERTO_HAPPY: Yeehaaaaaaa!

Roberto clings onto the bull as its movement ramps up into its big finale. He somersaults onto a crash mat. Everyone cheers.

Roberto sprints around the obstacle course, leaping over and sliding under obstacles with power, speed and finesse.

OZZY_SURPRISED: The man’s a machine!

He leaps over the finish line and slides to a stop in front of you. He locks eyes with you.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: I’ll give a dance to {0}.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: She’s sexy, fun, and always makes me smile.

GRACE_HAPPY: Awwww.

ROBERTO_EMBARRASSED: I know I might’ve been extra then, but maybe my dancing will redeem me.

ROBERTO_EMBARRASSED: They say it’s all about the hips, right?

Roberto locks eyes with you, and looks almost bashful.

He starts to sway his hips, moving his body from side to side. He’s stiff and wooden.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re supposed to move your hips, pal.

OZZY_HAPPY: I’ll give you a few pointers later.

Roberto looks unphased by everyone’s reactions as he starts thrusting his hips and waving his arms around ridiculously.

Cheer him on

PLAYER_HAPPY: Woo! Come on, Roberto, you got this!

Roberto breaks into a huge grin as he clumsily gyrates and tries some body rolls.

Playfully banter him

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re a bit stiff, Roberto. Might need more than a few pointers.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You definitely peaked on the rodeo.

ROBERTO_EMBARRASSED: I’m built for power and speed. Not rhythm… Except in the bedroom.

Roberto pirouettes, nearly loses his balance, but tries to style it out with some clumsy twerking.

He laughs, charming, boyish.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aww, Roberto. You’re too cute.

ROBERTO_EMBARRASSED: I’m sorry, {0}, dancing is my Achilles heel.

OZZY_HAPPY: Only he could dance like that and compare himself to a Greek god.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: I hope my clumsy moves haven’t given you the ick, {0}?

Snog Roberto

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I still think you’re cute, Roberto. Rhythm or no rhythm.

You bring Roberto into you, getting on your tiptoes as you plant your lips on his.

As your lips touch, you feel Roberto’s powerful arms around your waist, pulling you in even closer.

You begin to kiss each other, both overcome by a sudden passion.

Finally, you both pull away. Roberto gives you a wink.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: How does he do it?

Dance with him

PLAYER_HAPPY: Bring it in, Roberto, I’ll show you some moves.

You take Roberto’s hands in yours and slow dance with him. Leading him and showing him a few basic steps.

He’s clumsy but improves a little. He smiles and looks deep into your eyes.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: Not how I pictured our first dance, but I’ll take it.

Move things on

PLAYER_IDLE: Let’s keep this challenge moving.

ROBERTO_SAD: Try to remember the rodeo, not the dancing.

ROBERTO_EMBARRASSED: You’re still thinking about the dancing, aren’t you?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Who’s up next?

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll follow that.

{0} bounds to the rodeo bull and hops onto it.

OZZY_HAPPY: Come on, {0}. You got this.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: We’ll see about that.

{0} jokily leans in and whispers to the rodeo bull.

LEWIE_HAPPY: Don’t make me look bad, yeah? Anyone got a sugar cube?

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s a bull not a horse.

RYAN_HAPPY: Be gentle, kind animal.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: It sure ain’t gentle.

JAMAL_HAPPY: Let’s see what you got, you beast.

{0} clings onto the bull with one hand as it starts rotating and jerking up and down.

He is less effortless than Roberto and you see every muscle tensing as he grapples with it.

The bull rears up, nearly throwing him off, but he clings on.

{0}_FLIRTY: Nearly got me.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: It’s only just getting started.

{0}_FLIRTY: I got this. How am I doing, {1}?

Before you can answer the bull speeds up and flings him off onto the crash mats.

Everyone laughs.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: We can’t all have stamina.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s the rhythm that counts, right, {1}?

It’s all about the rhythm

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m with you, {0}, you need that rhythm!

OZZY_HAPPY: Yeah you do.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, get ready to see rhythm in action.

Stamina’s what it’s about

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m more interested in stamina to be honest.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: Woman after my own heart.

{0}_SERIOUS: Let’s see if I can change your mind with my moves.

Get on with the challenge

PLAYER_HAPPY: Less talk, more action!

{0}_FLIRTY: Your wish is my command.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re still talking!

{0} sprints into the obstacle course. He tries to leap over the first obstacle but clips his foot and tumbles onto the floor.

LEWIE_SURPRISED: Ref! Penalty.

LEWIE_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, force of habit.

{0}_HAPPY: Should be booked for that dive.

JAMAL_HAPPY: I’d have cleared that on my board.

LEWIE_HAPPY: Thought you’d be used to falling flat on your face.

JAMAL_HAPPY: Sounds like you on the pitch, bro.

RYAN_EMBARRASSED: Man, I always trip over the high notes.

LEWIE_HAPPY: Come on, Ryan. Back on your feet, fella.

RYAN_FLIRTY: I’m about brains over brawn anyway.

{0} clamours to his feet and rolls under a low bar before vaulting over a horse obstacle.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m getting warmed up now.

{0} gives you his flirtiest look as he gracefully spins round an obstacle showing off his ripped body.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Are you liking what you see, {0}?

{0} is turning it up

PLAYER_FLIRTY: {0} is really turning on the heat now!

{0}_FLIRTY: Back at ya, {1}. Pumped for your turn.

Luke warm at best

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I was hoping for better. Room temperature moves at best.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Maybe he’ll step it up in the dance?

PLAYER_IDLE: Here’s hoping.

I’m still thinking about Roberto

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m still thinking about how hot Roberto looked on that bull.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: He gave it a good riding for sure.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Maybe you’ll get to climb on him later.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: One serving of the Portuguese squeeze, please.

{0} speeds up as he clears the final few obstacles before taking your hand in his.

{0}_FLIRTY: {1}, I want to pick you for a dance for loads of reasons.

LEWIE_FLIRTY: I like you more each time we chat. You‘re proper girlfriend material.

LEWIE_HAPPY: And my nana would love you to bits.

RYAN_FLIRTY: It feels like we connect deeper with each chat we have.

RYAN_HAPPY: And I want to take that connection further right now.

JAMAL_FLIRTY: The spark I feel when you look into my eyes is unreal.

JAMAL_HAPPY: Our chats always take me by surprise and I think we could be wild together.

JAMAL_HAPPY: You kinda make me nervous sometimes. In all the best ways.

BELLA_HAPPY: Awwww, {0}, you’re actually the cutest.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You MUST be feeling it more after that cute bomb?

AMELIA_HAPPY: You MUST be feeling it more after that cute bomb?

Before you can reply, he tosses his hat in your direction and launches into some big moves. Amelia gasps.

BELLA_HAPPY: That’s how you do it, Roberto.

ROBERTO_EMBARRASSED: I’m making a mental note.

OZZY_HAPPY: Someone’s been learning my secret moves.

{0} dances back and forth in front of the girls, his hips shimmying with confidence and rhythm!

He playfully teases them before spinning to focus entirely on you.

He locks eyes with you as he dances tantalisingly close to you, giving you a close up view of his toned, glistening body.

He swivels around, inviting you to explore his torso with your hands as he gyrates.

Explore his torso

You allow your hands to explore his chest and he continues to shake his body expertly.

He turns to you, a huge grin on his face, as you run your hands down his tense pecs and across his defined abs.

He spins round and you come face to face, staring into each other’s eyes.

Snog him!

You hold his passionate gaze before leaning in to bring your lips urgently together.

Your bodies press tight into each other as the kiss intensifies.

A rush of adrenaline hits you and you feel yourself melt further into his arms as the kiss heats up.

You feel lost in the moment together, the challenge setting fading away until your lips finally part.

{0}_FLIRTY: That was intense! Wow. Just wow!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I know, right?

Hug him

You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you in his arms.

His heavy breaths and his warm chest makes everything else fade away.

Cool it down

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it’s time for you to cool off and rejoin the boys.

{0}_HAPPY: I guess you’re right. Thanks for the dance.

Keep your hands to yourself

You keep your hands to yourself as his dance draws to a close.

{0} runs over to join the other cheering boys.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Right, boys, time to show you jokers how it’s done!

Grace leans in to the girls.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Let’s give this man of mine a little test.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What are you going to do?

Grace runs to the rodeo bull and straddles it reverse cowgirl style.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Like what you see, boys?

OZZY_HAPPY: You know it!

{0}_HAPPY: Looking great, cowgirl.

The bull cranks into action with Grace giggling as she clings on in her reverse cowgirl position.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Yaaaas! Get it!

GRACE_HAPPY: You made this look hard, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: Just wanted to make you look even better.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Sure you did.

Grace whoops and cheers as she masterfully rides the erratically moving bull until it slows.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Grace-ful!

BELLA_HAPPY: Certainly not dis-grace-ful.

JAMAL_HAPPY: She <i>cowed</i> it! See what I did there?

LEWIE_HAPPY: Stick to the skateboarding, mate.

Grace flies around the obstacle course, engaging full sass and flirt mode. The boys can’t take their eyes off her.

You turn to Amelia and whisper.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: How do you think she’s going to test Ozzy?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I think we’re about to find out.

Grace flicks her hair as she struts over to dance in front of the boys.

She takes Ozzy’s hand... before dropping it and walking to {0} instead.

OZZY_SURPRISED: What’s going on?

GRACE_FLIRTY: Mess with the bull, you get the horns, Ozzy.

Grace leans {0} against the bull and gives him a lap dance. Treating him to her spiciest moves!

{0}_FLIRTY: Yeeehaww.

She rhythmically moves her body inches away from him as the boys look on with wide eyes.

BELLA_HAPPY: She’s definitely getting {0} hot under the… cowboy hat!

Grace slowly leans in for a sultry peck on {0}’s lips, shooting Ozzy some serious side eye.

{0} goes bright red.

Grace struts her way back to the girls. {0} tries to catch your eye apologetically.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Looked like quite a ride, {1}.

OZZY_SERIOUS: Wish I hadn’t thrown away my ticket now.

Grace leans close to you, still out of breath from her scintillating dancing display.

GRACE_FLIRTY: I did say I was going to test Ozzy.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: You didn’t mind me kissing {0} did you?

It was only a peck

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s only a challenge, Grace. We’re cool.

GRACE_HAPPY: No point crying over a little peck.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Didn’t look little to me!

I’d rather you hadn’t

PLAYER_SAD: Well, I’d rather you hadn’t if I’m being honest.

GRACE_SAD: I knew he wouldn’t be swayed because he’s so into you!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Aww, that’s so thoughtful of you, Grace…

He’ll forget it when it’s my turn

PLAYER_FLIRTY: He’ll forgot all about it when I get up there.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Let’s see if you can back up all this talk, {0}!

BELLA_SERIOUS: Well, I’m sure Ozzy took the hint…

Ozzy sprints to the bull and bounds onto its back. His arm and chest muscles tense and shimmer under the sun.

OZZY_FLIRTY: About time someone brought some sauce to this ranch.

JAMAL_HAPPY: Man, I love ranch sauce.

Ozzy does a good job of holding on to the bucking bull as it twists and turns before finally getting thrown off onto the mat.

After a seamless obstacle course Ozzy approaches the girls, ready to give one a lap dance…

OZZY_FLIRTY: Normally, I charge for a private session...

OZZY_FLIRTY: But, {0}, it’s your lucky day.

GRACE_ANGRY: So much for taking the hint.

Ozzy picks you up and carries you over to the bull where he sits you down and begins a mouthwatering dance display.

His hips are electric as his muscular frame grinds and rides up and down your excited body. The boys look on feeling completely outshone.

{0}_HAPPY: He’s making us all look bad now.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Just himself.

Ozzy’s ridiculously sexy professional moves continue until his routine crescendos to a big finish.

He stares into your eyes, your lips inches apart.

As Grace’s eyes burn a hole in the back of your head, you feel Ozzy longing to kiss you…

*Snog him in front of everyone

You lean forward and passionately lock lips with Ozzy, holding his face in your hands.

The other Islanders whoop and cheer except for Grace.

His lips are soft and you sense his muscular body relax as he leans further into the kiss, savouring the moment.

Finally, you part and he smiles at you.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Thanks for the show, Ozzy.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Anytime.

GRACE_ANGRY: Moving on.

Ozzy notices Grace glaring at you both and takes an embarrassed step back before helping you to your feet.

{0}_HAPPY: Think you just checked into the dog house, mate.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: It was only a challenge.

GRACE_SERIOUS: It was a dancing challenge, not a kissing challenge, babe.

Peck him on the cheek

You playfully lean forward and give Ozzy a teasing peck on the cheek. He blushes before helping you back to your feet.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Thanks for the show, Ozzy.

GRACE_ANGRY: Moving on.

Ozzy notices Grace glaring at you both and does the walk of shame back to the other boys.

Keep it platonic and return to the girls

You cut the moment short by playfully jumping back to your feet, Ozzy takes a step back.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks for the dance!

OZZY_HAPPY: Anytime, {0}.

OZZY_HAPPY: It was fun. Glad you enjoyed it.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: We enjoyed watching, too.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Not all of us.

Grace looks stony faced as you return to the girls.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Good times.

BELLA_HAPPY: {0}, you’re up next!

BELLA_HAPPY: What’s your plan of attack?

I’m dominating that bull

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I am absolutely staying on that bull for longer than anyone else!

AMELIA_HAPPY: She’s always been the competitive one.

BELLA_HAPPY: This I have to see.

You limber up to the bull and do some light stretches to prepare yourself.

{0}_HAPPY: Go on, {1}, show us what you got.

You jump on, holding tightly to the handles as it begins to move around.

The pace quickly increases but you manage to stay on top as the group clap.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m jealous of that bull!

Everyone cheers and whoops as the bull enters its most frantic phase, jittering and bobbling you around until you finally fall onto the mat.

OZZY_HAPPY: Impressive!

GRACE_ANGRY: Make sure your eyes don’t pop out, Ozzy?

You waste no time in jumping back up and flying around the obstacle course in record time.

I’m here for fun not rodeo trophies

PLAYER_HAPPY: This is only a challenge, I’m going to have some fun.

You gallop up to the challenge area pretending to be riding a horse and spank the rear of the bull.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeehaw!

You jump onto the back of the bull as it begins gyrating around and tip your hat towards the others as they laugh and cheer.

JAMAL_HAPPY: You’re making it look easy, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s because it is.

In a sudden direction change you’re tossed off the bull and sent rolling onto the cushioned mat.

You jump up and bow to everyone, the group in fits of laughter.

PLAYER_HAPPY: As I said. Easy.

You jokingly wobble back to your feet before tackling the obstacle course as best you can, spending a lot of the time falling over.

I’m playing it super sexy

You saunter up to the bull in sexy catwalk strides before lifting one leg up and doing some saucy stretches.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a little warm up, boys. Don’t want to pull something.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Or someone… Or maybe I do!

The boys are stunned into an open mouthed silence as you seductively climb onto the bull, biting your lip as you go.

{0}_FLIRTY: Hot stuff.

As the bull begins spinning you keep your bum up and back arched in a playfully teasing position.

The bull begins to tilt up and down as you gyrate your hips with the movement, until eventually being thrown to the mat.

{0}_FLIRTY: I didn’t want that to end.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It’s just begun.

You sexily parade around the obstacle course, bending over and rolling around in a steamy display for all to see.

After the obstacle course you approach the group and decide who to give a sexy dance to...

Give a lapdance to {0}

You walk up and down the group watching their excited reactions before finally leading a delighted {0} by the hand to the bull area.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Come with me. I’ve got a few things I want to show you.

The group cheer and whoop.

You notice {0} out of the corner of your eye, shaking his head in annoyance as he stares out {1}.

Ozzy looks to the floor by his side, a little disappointed at having not been picked.

{0}_FLIRTY: What type of dance are you going to give?

Let me show you my sauciest moves

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Wouldn’t you like to know.

You playfully place your hand on {0}’s shoulder and guide him down to the floor where you begin a scintillating display of sexy moves.

Your hips ride up and down him as he struggles to decide where to look. An expression of saucy bliss all over his face.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know what you’re doing.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You don’t know the half of it.

You jump up and turn around, riding him in reverse cowgirl as you tease him with your best moves.

I’m keeping it fun and cool

PLAYER_HAPPY: I don’t want to be too try-hard. Let’s just have some fun.

{0}_HAPPY: Good idea. I saw {1} looking a bit sour. Best not to rub it in.

You playfully guide {0} down to the floor where you begin a fun lap dance routine.

You laugh as {0} and the others cheer you on.

{0}_FLIRTY: The best lap dance I’ve had.

With the lap dance over you lock eyes with {0} and despite the cheering Islanders behind you, for a moment you feel completely alone.

He leans forward, slowly...

Kiss him

You take his head in your hands and move in for a kiss.

His lips are warm and you can still feel his heart beating from your lap dance.

As the kiss intensifies he wraps his muscular arms around you and kisses your neck with a flurry of small pecks.

You come back to earth as the kiss ends and see him smiling back at you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m here all summer. We should do that again some time.

{0}_HAPPY: I feel sorry for whoever has to follow that act.

Return to the others

You smooth over the potentially steamy moment and jump back to your feet, pulling up {0} as you do.

BELLA_HAPPY: You owned that, {0}!

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was really good fun.

{0}_HAPPY: I feel sorry for whoever has to follow that act.

Give a lapdance to {0}

You walk up and down the group watching their excited reactions before finally leading a delighted {0} by the hand to the bull area.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Come with me. I’ve got a few things I want to show you.

The group cheer and whoop.

You notice {0} out of the corner of your eye, shaking his head in annoyance as he stares out {1}.

Ozzy looks to the floor by his side, a little disappointed at having not been picked.

{0}_FLIRTY: What type of dance are you going to give?

Let me show you my sauciest moves

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Wouldn’t you like to know.

You playfully place your hand on {0}’s shoulder and guide him down to the floor where you begin a scintillating display of sexy moves.

Your hips ride up and down him as he struggles to decide where to look. An expression of saucy bliss all over his face.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know what you’re doing.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You don’t know the half of it.

You jump up and turn around, riding him in reverse cowgirl as you tease him with your best moves.

I’m keeping it fun and cool

PLAYER_HAPPY: I don’t want to be too try-hard. Let’s just have some fun.

{0}_HAPPY: Good idea. I saw {1} looking a bit sour. Best not to rub it in.

You playfully guide {0} down to the floor where you begin a fun lap dancing routine.

You stop every few moments and laugh as {0} and the others cheer you on.

{0}_FLIRTY: The best lap dance I’ve had.

With the lap dance over you lock eyes with {0} and despite the cheering Islanders behind you, for a moment you feel completely alone.

He leans forward, slowly...

Kiss him

You take his head in your hands and move in for a kiss.

His lips are warm and you can still feel his heart beating from your lap dance.

As the kiss intensifies he wraps his muscular arms around you and kisses your neck with a flurry of small pecks.

You come back to earth as the kiss ends and see him smiling back at you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m here all summer. We should do that again some time.

{0}_HAPPY: I feel sorry for whoever has to follow that act.

Return to the others

You smooth over the potentially steamy moment and jump back to your feet, pulling up {0} as you do.

BELLA_HAPPY: You owned that, {0}!

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was really good fun.

{0}_HAPPY: I feel sorry for whoever has to follow that act.

Give a lapdance to {0}

You walk up and down the group watching their excited reactions before finally taking {0} by the hand and leading him to the bull area.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Come with me. I’ve got a few things I want to show you.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Didn’t see that coming…

The group cheer and whoop as a blushing {0} takes your hand.

You notice {0} and {1} out of the corner of your eye, staring each other out in annoyance.

Ozzy looks to the floor by his side, a little disappointed at having not been picked.

{0}_FLIRTY: I really didn’t expect you to pick me…

{0}_FLIRTY: But I’m excited to see what you’ve got in store for me.

{0}_FLIRTY: What type of dance are you going for?

Let me show you my sauciest moves

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Wouldn’t you like to know.

You playfully place your hand on {0}’s shoulder and guide him down to the floor where you begin a scintillating display of sexy moves.

Your hips ride up and down him as he struggles to decide where to look. An expression of saucy bliss all over his face.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know what you’re doing.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You don’t know the half of it.

You jump up and turn around, riding him in reverse cowgirl as you tease him with your best moves.

I’m keeping it fun and cool

PLAYER_HAPPY: I don’t want to be too try-hard. Let’s just have some fun.

{0}_HAPPY: Good idea. I saw {1} looking a bit sour. Best not to rub it in.

You playfully guide {0} down to the floor where you begin a fun lap dancing routine.

You laugh as {0} and the others cheer you on.

{0}_FLIRTY: The best lap dance I’ve had in a long time.

With the lap dance over you lock eyes with {0} and despite the cheering Islanders behind you, for a moment you feel completely alone.

He leans forward, slowly...

Kiss him

You take his head in your hands and move in for a kiss.

His lips are warm and you can still feel his heart beating from your lap dance.

As the kiss intensifies he wraps his muscular arms around you and kisses your neck with a flurry of small pecks.

You come back to earth as the kiss ends and see him smiling back at you.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Don’t know how Ivy would feel about that, hun.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s just a challenge. No hard feelings.

{0}_HAPPY: I feel sorry for whoever has to follow that act.

Return to the others

You smooth over the potentially steamy moment and jump back to your feet, pulling up {0} as you do.

BELLA_HAPPY: You owned that, {0}!

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was really good fun.

{0}_HAPPY: I feel sorry for whoever has to follow that act.

Give a lapdance to {0}

You walk up and down the group watching their excited reactions before finally taking {0} by the hand and leading him to the bull area.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Come with me. I’ve got a few things I want to show you.

BELLA_SURPRISED: Don’t take him far.

The surprised group cheer and whoop as a confused {0} takes your hand.

You notice {0} and {1} out of the corner of your eye, staring each other out in annoyance.

Ozzy looks to the floor by his side, a little disappointed at having not been picked.

{0}_FLIRTY: This was a bit of a surprise, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: What type of dance are you going for?

Let me show you my sauciest moves

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Wouldn’t you like to know.

You playfully place your hand on {0}’s shoulder and guide him down to the floor where you begin a scintillating display of sexy moves.

Your hips ride up and down him as he struggles to decide where to look. An expression of saucy bliss all over his face.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know what you’re doing.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You don’t know the half of it.

BELLA_SURPRISED: Erm. Alright. I guess?

BELLA_SURPRISED: I can’t be too upset when you look that good, to be honest.

You jump up and turn around, riding him in reverse cowgirl as you tease him with your best moves.

I’m keeping it fun and cool

PLAYER_HAPPY: I don’t want to be too try-hard. Let’s just have some fun.

{0}_HAPPY: Good idea. I saw {1} looking a bit sour. Best not to rub it in.

You playfully guide {0} down to the floor where you begin a fun lap dancing routine.

You stop every few moments and laugh as {0} and the others cheer you on.

BELLA_HAPPY: Aww you’re both having so much fun, I want a go.

{0}_FLIRTY: The best lap dance I’ve had in a long time.

With the lap dance over you lock eyes with {0}.

Despite the cheering Islanders behind you, for a moment you feel completely alone together.

He leans forward, slightly...

Kiss him

With a rush of adrenaline you take his head in your hands and move in for a kiss.

His lips are warm and you can still feel his heart beating from your lap dance.

You come back to earth as the kiss ends and see him smiling back at you.

BELLA_SURPRISED: Wow, that looked pretty real.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s just a bit of fun. A challenge.

{0}_HAPPY: I feel sorry for whoever has to follow that act.

Return to the others

You smooth over the potentially steamy moment and jump back to your feet, pulling up {0} as you do.

BELLA_HAPPY: You owned that, {0}!

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was really good fun.

{0}_HAPPY: I feel sorry for whoever has to follow that act.

Give a lapdance to Ozzy

You walk up and down the group watching their excited reactions before finally leading Ozzy by the hand to the bull area.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Come with me. I’ve got a few things I want to show you.

GRACE_SURPRISED: I’m watching, babe.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: All eyes on me then.

The surprised group cheer and whoop, except Grace.

You notice {0} and {1} out of the corner of your eye, staring each other out in annoyance.

Ozzy leans into you and whispers.

OZZY_FLIRTY: After our moment on the terrace I hoped you’d pick me.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It’s been running through your mind has it?

OZZY_FLIRTY: On repeat.

Ozzy speaks softly so only you can hear.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I keep thinking about our chat earlier! Your flirt game was fire.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I could say the same about you.

OZZY_HAPPY: So, {0}, what type of dance are you going for?

Let me show you my sauciest moves

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Wouldn’t you like to know.

You playfully place your hand on Ozzy’s shoulder and guide him down to the floor where you begin a scintillating display of sexy moves.

Your hips ride up and down him as he struggles to decide where to look. An expression of saucy bliss all over his face.

The other Islanders are frozen in an awkward silence as Grace simmers at the sight of you dancing on Ozzy.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I feel like I should close my eyes… but I can’t.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’d be missing out if you did that.

GRACE_SURPRISED: Erm. Not cool, guys. I’m here.

You jump up and turn around, riding him in reverse cowgirl with a sexy pout.

GRACE_ANGRY: Not cool.

I’m keeping it fun and cool

PLAYER_HAPPY: I don’t want to be too try-hard. Let’s just have some fun.

OZZY_HAPPY: Good idea. Think Grace might be getting pretty jel.

You playfully guide Ozzy down to the floor where you begin a fun lap dancing routine.

You stop every few moments and laugh as Ozzy and the others, except Grace, cheer you on.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Times up. Come on. Let’s call it a day.

With the dance over you lock eyes with Ozzy and despite the Islanders behind you, it seems like you’re completely alone together.

He leans forward, slightly...

Kiss him

With a rush of adrenaline you take his head in your hands and move in for a kiss.

His lips are warm and you can still feel his heart beating from your lap dance.

You come back to earth as the kiss ends and see him smiling back at you.

GRACE_ANGRY: You better not be about to come and stand next to me, Ozzy.

As an embarrassed looking Ozzy makes his way back to the other Islanders, the shocked boys give him a pat on the back.

Grace glares at you.

GRACE_SERIOUS: That was low.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s a bit of fun, Grace. Don’t get all worked up.

BELLA_EMBARRASSED: Come on, girls. Let’s leave it for now.

Return to the others

You smooth over the potentially steamy moment and jump back to your feet, pulling up Ozzy as you do.

BELLA_HAPPY: You owned that, {0}!

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was really good fun.

{0}_HAPPY: I feel sorry for whoever has to follow that act.

Give a lapdance to Bella

You walk up and down the group watching their excited reactions before finally taking Bella by the hand and leading her to the bull area.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Come with me. I’ve got a few things I want to show you.

BELLA_FLIRTY: I’m all yours.

{0}_SERIOUS: This is gonna be pretty hard to beat. Great.

The group cheers and whoops.

You notice {0} and {1} out of the corner of your eye, staring each other out in annoyance.

BELLA_HAPPY: This was a bit of a surprise, {0}.

BELLA_FLIRTY: Although maybe not after our chat the other day.

BELLA_FLIRTY: So, what type of moves are you throwing down?

Sit down and let me show you my sauciest moves

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Wouldn’t you like to know.

You playfully place your hand on Bella’s shoulder and guide her down to the floor where you begin a scintillating display of sexy moves.

Your hips ride up and down her as she struggles to decide where to look. An expression of saucy bliss all over her face.

BELLA_FLIRTY: You know what you’re doing.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You don’t know the half of it.

You jump up and turn around, riding her in reverse cowgirl as you tease her with even more of your best moves.

BELLA_FLIRTY: I need a breather after that.

It’s just a bit of fun, I’m playing it cool

PLAYER_HAPPY: I don’t want to be too try-hard. Let’s just have some fun.

BELLA_HAPPY: Sounds like my sort of vibe.

You playfully guide Bella down to the floor where you begin a fun lap dancing routine.

You laugh as Bella and the others cheer you on.

With the lap dance over you lock eyes with Bella and despite the cheering Islanders behind you.

For a moment you feel completely alone together.

Kiss her

With a rush of adrenaline you take her head in your hands and move in for a kiss.

Her lips are warm and full and you can still feel her heart beating from your lap dance.

You come back to earth as the kiss ends and see her smiling back at you.

{0}_HAPPY: No pressure, {1}...

BELLA_FLIRTY: That’s gonna be a tough one to beat.

Return to the others

You smooth over the potentially steamy moment and jump back to your feet, pulling up Bella as you do.

BELLA_HAPPY: You owned that, {0}!

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was really good fun.

{0}_HAPPY: I feel sorry for whoever has to follow that act.

NARRATOR: Up next was {0} who went all out to impress Amelia with his saucy dance routine…

NARRATOR: But I think the fact Amelia spent the whole time looking at a slow moving cloud suggests it wasn’t for her.

NARRATOR: Up next is Amelia who’s just about to choose a boy to give a lap dance to.

AMELIA_HAPPY: The boy I want to give a dance to is...

AMELIA_HAPPY: Roberto.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It’s about time someone taught you the dancing basics.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: I need all the help I can get.

{0}_SERIOUS: I guess I should have turned my moves up a notch to secure that dance.

OZZY_HAPPY: A singular notch? Maybe try a few hundred notches mate.

Everyone laughs as Amelia leans in and whispers in your ear.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Just a bit of fun, {0}. No toes will be stepped on. I promise.

PLAYER_IDLE: Ok.

Amelia leads Roberto to the bull and gives him a fun and very PG lap dance with a playful peck on the cheek to finish.

When they’re done, Roberto stands with a great grin on his face.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: I’ve learnt so many moves today.

JAMAL_HAPPY: Let’s see them then!

Roberto drops to the floor to recreate one of Amelia’s moves but his rhythm is still all over the place with stiff and wooden hips.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ok, we may need a follow up lesson.

AMELIA_HAPPY: But that’s a definite improvement!

NARRATOR: Second to last was {0} who stayed on the bull for as long as my mates stay on the line when I call them.

NARRATOR: Eight seconds. Which is also the time it takes for them to say Get some better puns! They’re <i>pun</i>supportive!

NARRATOR: And despite his best efforts, his dance routine reduced Bella to an attack of the giggles! Reminds me of my love life.

[malcheriegao]

This is my piece on @humbuns 2023 Malleus Birthday Collab!

I really think this event is so lovely! I love how this event is for our dear precious dragon fae Tsunotarou <33 He deserves a lot of love!! >0<

So I also want to express my gratitude for making this event happen!! I love it so much!!

This piece that I made is like my letter or it is something that I would like to say to Malleus. That's why in this fanfic that I made it is more on about the mc's point of view.

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At that one peaceful night, Chezka and Malleus are sitting under the tree at the yard outside of the Ramshakle Dorm, where they first met.

"Tsunotarou.."

"Hm? What is it, child of man?"

"Do you see those stars on the sky?"

"Yes.."

"I think those stars are like us."

Chezka continued,

"There is not only one star at the sky, right? There is a lot..

a lot like us here in the world..

each of those stars are us.. like the stars we shine..

and because the star isn't just only one..it means we all can be a star.

...there are also circumstances were some stars does not shine brightly like the other stars do..

BUT nevertheless they're still the same beautiful, amazing, lovely, wonderful star.

It does not change anything whatever the matter is..

For the situations that there are no stars that are present on the sky..

Just like us, maybe they're just taking a rest.."

Chezka laughed a bit on the last thing she said for she found it kind of a bit silly.

"Which is very important though, rest..taking a break…having the time to relax…to be able to have the time to breathe…is crucial.

We all can take a break too.."

Chezka smiled while staring on her most beloved, special dragon bestfriend of her life. It is uncertain if the love they both share is platonically or romantically but nevertheless they love and cherish each other so much, they're both special for each other's heart and life.

Their relationship is just so special and beautiful which they're both afraid to break or to fade..

"…and I also have something for you, Tsunotarou"

Chezka bring up a certain flower and showed it to Malleus.

"I wanted to give you a flower/s that will express something that I have on my heart that belongs to you..

So I looked up on the internet some flower languages and I stumble on this..

This flower is called Antirrhinum..it can also be called as Snapdragon due to its appearance resembles a dragon’s head when squeezed…

as I decided this is what the flower I want to give to you, it was not really easy to find it but I asked help with Deuce and I'm glad we finally found some…"

Chezka laughed a bit as some of her memories on looking for the flower flashbacks on her mind.

"base on the internet..

what this flower symbolizes is strength..since the flower is able to grow even in the most demanding, dry, and rocky areas. It stands for one’s ability to blossom even in the darkest times..

for me..this flower is like the love we share…this special thing we have…even when the time comes we must part…or one of us will be no more..like this flower..our love..our frienship…this special bond we share..will still stay strong..it will still keep blossoming. Even we are not on each other's sides..I' am here..

Chezka puts her hand to where Malleus' heart is located

"I' am here inside you…and you are too on mine.."

Chezka said as she put her hand to where her heart is located.

"Despite everything that might happen…the love we share..it will still remain..

staying strong as ever

This flower also symbolizes inner strength..

Just like the love we have...it is so strong..

just like how you and I have been and continue will be..

strong..

all our life..."

Silence formed as they still keep on staring each other..it is a silence that is peaceful...

"I love you Malleus.."

As Chezka said that she rushes on Malleus' arms to hug his only beloved Tsunotarou tightly and lovingly.

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I would also love to give Malleus a Sunflower for it represents hope, warmth and happiness..

which is something that reminds me of Malleus <33

That's all! Thank you and have a lovely day! 💚

[milesmentis]

From the Pride OC asks!

3) How did your oc discover themself? Did something cause them to question, or did they always know?

for ALL OF THEM (please? 😁)

*cracks knuckles* Okay ... let's do this!

Daren: answered here (everyone else is under the cut)

Gil: She was my late bloomer. Going back to the mention about Gil and demisexuality, she probably has the closest parallel to my own journey. When she was growing up, she definitely thought she was asexual because she had -100% interest in boys and 0 interest in girls. She has that intense Eldest Daughter Syndrome that most Hawkes tend to carry and that + her discomfort with male attention made it easier to just ignore anything that had to do with her own sexuality because it make her feel complicated messy things. She was an incredibly awkward and apologetic teenager, but when she's older (around 19/20) her feelings for other women started to really develop. She doesn't fully blossom though until she gets to Kirkwall, cuts off all her hair, and starts hanging out with a bunch of disaster bisexuals

Hallapan: She figured out she was a girl at a pretty young age (I'd say about 7 or 8), because I headcanon that's also when the gender roles in her clan would have started hitting. That's also about the same time that her magic manifested and I feel like those two things kind of run parallel in her mind ... the idea of suddenly becoming something else, something rare but a little strange. Clan Lavellan wasn't actually her birth clan, and when a few more mages manifested when she was a young teen, she was sent to them. It was a two edged sword - she was upset that she had to go, but also excited bc it meant that she could go train as a Keeper in another clan where they never knew her as a little boy. It was a fresh start and helped her anxiety about puberty and social transition a ton.

Magnus: Oh Maggie ... my dear angry macho bisexual. Out of all my characters he is the one who struggles the most with his internalized homophobia and toxic masculinity. I headcanon that the further north you go, the more rigid things like gender and sexuality tend to be. In his case, Magnus was from a small town in the free Marches with a very strict father who joined the army the second he had the chance and stayed there for over a decade. Those two things gave him a kind of skewed view of masculinity and male-attraction. He's honestly something of a frat boy, so his own feelings for other men were a thing he could explain away through, like, the rituals of male-bonding. Definitely a guy who would say, "Of course I've fucked dudes. I was in the army wasn't I?" Meanwhile, Daren and Donnie would be staring at him like "......... bro." It takes until he's about 30 to get really comfortable with his own queerness (he has such a huge crush on Cullen, it's insane) and honestly his friendship with Dorian is so healing. Just finally having another queer male friend to talk to, and one with such a different but equally repressive upbringing ... yeah ... I think they're real neat.

Brosca: The female Brosca origin is so goddamn Gender to me! Unlike the canon, Brosca is actually older than Rica (about 33) and experienced a ton on gendered violence, starting from their mother. She grew up under a constant tirade of "Everything would have been better if you were a boy, you useless failure" (her father was merchant class). After Rica's father leaves for the surface and their mother falls into depressive alcoholism, Brosca is the one who has to shoulder everything - she becomes the breadwinner the only way she can (breaking heads for Beraht) and does everything she can to protect Rica (usually by making herself the wall or the target). Orzammar being so aggressively heteronormative forces her to carve out a sexless space for herself in order to survive. She's not a woman like her sister (pretty, painted, artistic, kept) and she's not a man like Leske (desperate, letcherous, envious, possesive). She's a knife and if you touch her for ANY reason, you're going to get cut. Going to the surface changes her life in so many ways, but I think one of the most powerful is hearing gender-neutral Ser for the first time. She never truly unpacks her own feelings about sex and gender, because she doesn't have the reason or language to do so, but even though she continues to use she/her for the rest of her life as a convenience, she really grows to think of her own gender as Warden. And that finally feels right.

Eyas: Eyas is a very reserved and introspective person, so I feel like he figured out that he was both gay and aromantic in his mid-teens. It was always a kind of perfunctory thing: clans are very interconnected groups and as a result, I don't think things like nudity, sexual interest, or gender really ... matter as much? Because everything is so interpersonal. When he leaves the clan, however, he doesn't handle it very well. He becomes even more withdrawn, and the only person who he even slightly warms up to is Zevran. Unfortunately, Zev interprets this change in behavior as romantic interest, and when he offers sex to Eyas, he panics. It takes a long, complicated, and shockingly emotional (for him) conversation until he finally admits how badly he's hurting, how little he wants sex, and how afraid he is of losing the closest thing he has to a clan brother because he can't feel the same desire. Zevran is absolutely understanding and helps him talk through his feelings about sex and romance (generally) and specifically (pining for Alistair), and gives him reassurance that what he feels is natural and understandable. They become even closer after that - a literal lifeline for Eyas in many ways - with a tinge of that homoerotic non-tension that really good queer friends always have. His actual "awakening" doesn't happen until Awakening (if he makes it that far) ... the second he lays eyes on Nathaniel Howe.

Donnie: The only character I've ever made who Gets The Goddamn Therapy and Support They Deserve! Aside from the background radiation of "Mild Homophobia and Sexism That Permeates Military Life Even In The Future" he doesn't have any hangups about his sexual orientation. I think, like most bisexual nerds, his awakening was Star Wars (which might be two centuries old, but he will defend with his dying breath). Like Daren, he gets a kick out of people assuming he's straight but he's never shy about mentioning ex-boyfriends. He's primarily attracted to women and a lot of the bros-to-lovers arc he has with Kaidan revolves around them both talking about hot women over beer and then dropping a quick reference to hot men ... no homo tho ... haha ... unless.

[silkendandelion]

Mirage In The Desert - Chapter 2 (3 Months Later)

Summary: Not everything is peaceful in paradise, and the circumstances of their relationship breed problems. Crocodile decides their relationship is not to last.

Rated Explicit for sexual content, mild violence, unsafe situations. Ongoing, will cover the Alabasta Arc. Cross-posted on Ao3, same username. Send me a DM: yell at me, send flowers. Cheers.

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No one disobeyed Crocodile.

“I’ve never heard Mr. 0 that angry before, River. You might be calm but luckily for you, I worry enough for the both of us. So I declare, my Mr. i, that I refuse to let you go,” Bon Clay said as the former lit his cigarette, eyes fixed outside the window of the carriage.

“Mr. 2, you’re worrying for nothing. If he was going to have me killed for changing the plan or mouthing off, he would have done it months ago.” He exhaled the smoke out the window.

“I think he’s waiting for the perfect moment. And how about now when you’re so calm! At least let me take you to your front door. I don’t want you walking from the city limits anymore.”

“My home reveals my identity, you know we can’t go there. Rainbase is already a bit revealing but it’s a bit late for that.”

“I’ll bear the burden of your secret if it means you’re safe. Does your rich boyfriend know what kind of danger you’re in? Take me to him, I’ll make sure he can protect you with a little friendly sparring. I swear it’s friendly, I won’t even gloat when I beat his ass red and steal you away. Don’t laugh, why are you laughing? I’m completely serious.” Bon Clay smiled when they got their partner to do the same, finally looking relaxed rather than calm.

“That’s a beautiful smile, River baby.”

“I’ll call you if I have any problems… Ah, you have a gray hair.” He pointed.

“WHAT?!”

“Kidding! Goodnight, Bon Clay!” River said as he climbed out of the carriage, waving.

“What a mess… I hope he’s all right.” ____ ___ __ __

Even at night Rainbase managed to breathe and dance, filled with late nights bars and stalls of street food that tempted those who were stumbling back to their hotels with arms around their lovers. River stopped for a quick snack but was caught by a familiar merchant that knew his love of gold almost surpassed his love of jewels.

He smiled at him, waving him over. “Headed home, River? Come by real quick, we’ve had such a slow day and we missed you.”

“I know that isn’t true. But I have some time.” River showed his teeth, glad to be distracted from his side job by the sparkling tray of jewels the merchant produced from a glass case. He held up a pair of earrings inlaid with emeralds and sapphires, turning them to catch the light.

“These are new, I was saving them for you.” He looked around the shop. “Crocodile’s not with you tonight? It’s strange not to see you together.”

River's mouth twitched, frown almost imperceptible before it became his winning smile. “I had work tonight, I’m afraid. I won’t see him until later.”

“I have these for him, and I can have them sized and delivered in the morning—” His voice rattled on but River was only barely listening, gazing into the case.

“I’ll take that fountain pen. It’s beautiful, let me have that and the earrings. I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat, the day was long.”

“Of course. I’ll wrap these up.” The merchant prepared a satin box for both his purchases, receipt written but stuck to his outstretched hand when he paused. River was distracted, turned to stare at another display when the merchant spied a peculiar stain behind his ear.

Is that blood?

Dried and smeared to the back of his earring, it certainly looked like blood. He didn’t know what the islander did for work, he didn’t care to know too much about his customer’s outside their preferences, but that definitely looked like blood, perhaps he hurt himself, he should say something. So why couldn’t he speak?

“Something on my face?” River’s flat voice snapped him back. He took the receipt and managed a courteous smile despite how cold his eyes had looked, staring passed the merchant’s face and into his cells.

“Good—goodnight, River. Tell Crocodile I said we miss him.”

“Saludos.” ____ ___ __ _

In Crocodile’s suite, the warlord leaned back at his desk, blowing smoke to the ceiling as he listened to the voices in the hall. He could hear River, no doubt trying to assuage the servants that had tried to bring him dinner and were rejected, probably too harshly but he wouldn’t apologize. He’d dismissed Miss All Sunday as well for the evening already and would not be disturbed.

“I’ll take dinner, yes that would be wonderful, thank you. No worries.” He heard the door to the foyer shut, the gentle thud of River resting on the wood.

“Don’t yell at them. It’s a wonder they still feed you,” River called loudly throughout the quiet apartment, and Crocodile could feel his jaw threatening to cut his cigar in half.

“I see the walk did nothing to cool your head. Come here.” He said slowly, measuring each word to control his own temper. River gently set his package on a nearby table but went to the study without hanging his coat or removing his shoes.

“Sit down. I’ve spent the afternoon cleaning up your mess.”

He took his time coming to sit in the chair across from the enormous desk while Crocodile smoked and collected his thoughts. They didn’t ever waste time, it wasn’t like them, and the silence made him itch.

“Your orders were to kill him—”

“—and I refused—”

“—I didn’t give you permission to speak!” The outburst quieted him though he refused to shrink back even as his stomach flipped.

“Every time you have refused an order and come back to this house was because I allowed it. Your position within this organization is conditional upon your performance, the terms of our agreement are conditional upon your employment, Mr. i—”

“—Don’t call me that. I am—”

“—you are still a part of Baroque Works whether you want to leave your naive little head in the sand or not. The spirited way you have conducted yourself up until now ran its course the moment you jeopardized—” He stopped before he could say too much, breathing through his nose before beginning again, slower. “You have your orders and if you cannot follow them, you will return to Oasis. Is that understood?”

“And you’ll remove the protection from my island?”

“Choose your next words. Very. Carefully.”

“I don’t think you will.”

Crocodile’s chair scraped across the floor and River shot up to flee but was snagged, the grip on his arm keeping him in place.

“How’s that?”

“Because if you were going to kill me, you would have done it already—” The gleam of Crocodile’s golden hook shone in his eyes but he didn’t move. Neither of them moved. He stared passed the weapon, up to his face.

“You know I won’t harm you, Crocodile. I love—I love…” He swallowed as the warlord watched his face.

”...how we talk for hours, the way you look at me, how you touch me. I’d die for you, I would kill for you. But I won’t kill just because you ordered it.”

Crocodile released him and they remained scant steps apart. “You don’t know the extent of our circumstances, River, and you can’t. Everything we do has a purpose.”

He didn’t ask if he trusted him, he knew too well that the two of them were more intertwined than was ever part of the plan. Maybe if either of them had ever been well-adjusted young men, they could have predicted that sharing food, poetry, and secrets would turn into love. If the past year in Alabasta wasn’t River’s first time off the island, he might have resisted the fall. And if Crocodile had ever seen someone look at him with the type of affection that required no kind of exchange, he would have shown more self restraint. His tongue refused to form the words but he needed River to know he’s never felt warmed by only a voice, never felt cold from anyone’s absence. That he never had a taste for wine before he tasted it from his lips.

Maybe if either of them had ever been in love before they might have been better at it.

“Do you want me? Even still?” River said quietly, not letting him look away.

“You caused me a lot of trouble today.” He tried to scold him even as he held the smaller jaw and pressed them together for short kisses.

“I won’t apologize.” River felt a nip to his ear.

“Never apologize for your principles. You’re beautiful when you’re fired up.”

“Would you like to join me in the bath?”

“I have different plans for you. I’ll give you 10 minutes.” River shivered when the promise spoken against his neck was followed by a shadow of teeth.

On time to the second by the watch in his pocket, Crocodile entered the bedroom, finding a seat across from the edge of his bed. His dutiful lover was already waiting, the ends of his hair damp and sticking to his skin where his pulse was thumping. He watched him with silence save for the strike of a match and deep, even breaths. River squirmed, the impatient one, having been instructed to wear only his lover’s shirt and lay on the bed. He had a suspicion of what Crocodile wanted, but even if he submitted he would make the warlord work for his pleasure.

“Let’s begin.” Crocodile breathed smoke from his mouth, making no move to rise from his seat or remove his clothes. He would let his rebellious lover squirm and beg with no answer, a punishment that would soothe his wounded ego and please just as sweetly.

“Touch yourself,” He said and River’s hand went for his half-hard cock—

“—not there.” Crocodile exhaled, watching his hand skirt slowly back up his torso, uncoordinated and indecisive.

“Why are you acting shy? Take your pleasure. We both know you want the attention. Do not lie to me, beautiful, even with your body.”

“Tch. And I thought you appreciated my coquettish act.” He scoffed, pointedly ripping his borrowed shirt open and brushing away the fallen buttons.

“Point: Act.” He ashed his cigar as River laved his tongue over his own fingers, bringing them down to twist and pull his favorite nipple. His other hand reached back to the pillows to find a hidden bottle of lubricant.

“Sneaky. How long has that been there?”

River deliberately ignored his question to fumble with getting the bottle open. One hand continued to abuse his own nipples while the other circled his hole. He moaned, almost forgetting he was supposed to be performing while he slipped a finger inside himself, content to massage his walls and make indulgent circles and pinches to his rapidly reddening nipples.

“Don’t forget your primary task.” The gravel of Crocodile’s voice made him shiver, hurrying to press a second finger inside. He spread himself thoroughly to hungry eyes but the angle made it too difficult to graze his prostate in any meaningful way. Every tug to his rim made his cock ache, his stomach doing flips when he met the golden gaze that seemed to reach out and play with his body even without hands. The flush of being watched was hot on his face and neck, down to his dark nipples, shiny and forgotten when he got up on his knees to better angle his hand.

“Do not—”

“—Crocodile, please!” He gasped out, exposing himself completely when he arched hard, knees wide like arrows to where he was fucking himself hard on three fingers but couldn’t quite get there. Lube squelched loud in the too-hot room, bubbling around where he was most open and flushed, dick hanging beneath him and leaking a tiny puddle onto the sheets. His moans devolved into frustrated whimpers that had Crocodile reaching down to adjust the erection that tented the front of his slacks.

“Hush, pet. Get a hold of yourself.” He tried to appear disinterested as he ashed his cigar but the breath he took still stalled.

River’s frustrated cry made his dick throb and he played with a stitch on the armchair to prevent opening his zipper. He almost relented, reaching down to squeeze the base of his erection and blowing smoke from his nostrils. It was different with a familiar lover. The tension was sweeter to be caressed by the memory of the man he knew so well and yet have to keep his distance. If he focused he could scent him even over the cigar, or recall the give of pectorals under his teeth, the feeling of his slick skin under his palm as the other man bounced himself stupid on his cock.

That’s an idea. He thought.

“Stop. If you can’t please yourself, how can you expect to please me?”

He watched him roll onto his back, making sure his voyeur could see the way his hair draped over the foot of the bed, heated gaze staring at him from under wet eyelashes. “I don’t want to cum without you inside me. Please, Crocodile.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” He lied.

“I only need it to take me across this room.” The earnestness in his eyes, unable to deny how much he wanted, had Crocodile standing up so quickly he spilled the ashtray on the floor. Unprepared to be grabbed, River flailed with little grace and was deposited on the desk. The change of scenery was enough to break the spell, removing the coquettish veil he used to cause a reaction.

“Huh? Oh, this is fine. I thought you were dragging this out—ah!” He gasped, suddenly breached by two thick fingers that deliberately skirted his prostate.

“Get on with it, Crocodile, I’m already prepped.” He squeezed, trying to trap the hand inside him. “You were watching, I thought, or did you get hard from a daydream? Was it about me?”

Crocodile stood up straight suddenly, letting his full height loom over him and speak the disparity of their bodies. His eyes hyper-fixated on the bob of River’s swallow, predatory gaze finding a sweat drop trying to flee. He captured it with a swipe of his wide tongue, pleased at the whimper that vibrated against his lips.

“Have it your way, beauty. If you think that’s what you want.”

He was on him instantly, long legs pushed open almost too wide to accommodate the warlord’s wide torso, breath hitching when a jeweled hand gripped his collar and pressed him flat to the desk.

“Crocodile—“

“Quiet.” He bullied further into his space and at this distance he could see the way his pupils were blown out, lips barely parted in anticipation of his wrath. They remained unwavering, never flinching, even when Crocodile rubbed his thumb over the thin flesh covering his pulse point, feeling it flutter and twitch in a frantic arousal that vaguely mimicked fear.

“Do you ever listen to what you say or do you just like the sound of your own voice?” His words were punctuated by the grind of his cock against River’s open hole, a threat answered by a whine when he felt it catch. Crocodile’s big hand clamped around his jaw, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Put this smart mouth to good use and make that sound again. Scream for me.”

River howled as he was entered finally, head thrown back against the desk, feeling their hips pressed flush only for a moment before Crocodile set a hard rhythm. He gripped his thigh, hook keeping him spread wide, each pitch aimed expertly at his prostate. River moaned until he ran out of air and could only hiccup, murmuring incoherently among the sound of Crocodile’s golden belt buckle clinking against his thigh. A particularly hard thrust had him almost tumbling off the counter, the break in their rhythm letting him fill his lungs and wail as he was yanked back on to the cock that bullied his insides. He had no leverage on his back, nothing to do except moan, pinned helpless and feeling his orgasm come up on him too fast.

“I’m, uh, muh, Croc, p-please. I’m gonna—ah!” Crocodile brought his hand down on his flank with a crack, a reminder that he wasn’t allowed to make any more demands.

He tries to hold on, frantically sucking in air and stuttering out fragments of words, but his orgasm demands he clamp down on Crocodile’s cock, painting his chest in streaks as his voice breaks. Crocodile fucks him through it without breaking their rhythm, and he feels his dick give a valiant twitch at the image of his larger lover panting above him, strong white teeth bared as he wrecks him.

“Color.” He rumbles and River feels the air burn as he sucks it into his tired lungs.

“Green—oh!” Crocodile’s cock leaves him without warning, his insides throbbing with the memory of their coupling. The world tilts as he’s flipped, now bent over the desk. He manages to plant his feet and look down, seeing his own cock hang soft beneath him. It drags dribbles of cum on the dick seeking entrance, and he feels Crocodile mumble an apology as they slip together again. A leather shoe bumps River’s bare foot to have him spread his legs more, and he wonders in the fog when he lost his house shoes.

Behind him, Crocodile drives forward like he never left. Drops of sweat run off his nose and chase the dimples on his lover’s back. He thinks to check if River has regained his erection, but the way he moans, hips bucking back against him is his answer. Instead, he grabs around his neck so they’re pressed back to chest, thrusts slowing to grind deep and savor how every hit makes him ripple on his cock. He presses kisses to his ear, surrounded by his smell as River reaches back to keep their faces close and breath each other’s air.

“You don’t mean to upset me, do you—”

“—no no no, Crocodile—”

“—no, you don’t. Because you want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“I want to be good for you,” River moans, and he feels the gasp in his ear when he clenches down particularly tight.

“You are good for me, feel so good. One more time. Come on.”

Oh. Crocodile feels him clamp down, and the pulsing of River’s hole tells him he’s coming on the desk below them. He moans into the smaller man’s shoulder, feeling his hands shake as he comes inside him enough to overflow and leak from his swollen rim. Crocodile’s grip doesn’t relent until he’s spent every drop, depositing a kiss on his cheek before he peels them apart. The squelch of their separation and their panting almost feels louder than the sex in the suddenly quiet, humid room.

“If I was anyone else I’d definitely be pregnant,” River said, laughing breathless when Crocodile pinches his leg. He looks back to see the warlord has sat himself in his desk chair, pants still open and attempting to look not so out of breath.

“… Maybe it’s because I’m laying on it—” River said as he uses the furniture to keep from slipping to the floor. “—but I think you scratched the desk.”

Crocodile waves him off as he lights a new cigar. “Not important.”

He puffs slow circles to the ceiling as his eyes slip closed. The sudden sound of running water brings him back and he sees a naked River bundling his hair to the top of his head. Curse him for slipping away so silently, it made Crocodile nervous.

“Come on. I need another bath.” ____ ___ __ _

Recently, he’s let the Oasin stay more often than not in his bed, especially after taking their pleasure. On nights like these, a clear sky and moonlight illuminating his skin, the difference in their bodies is never more apparent. Crocodile runs his hand up the knobs of his vertebrae, admiring the curves of his shoulders that were meant for dance, not violence. A year ago, he worried about the harvest, the schedule of the tides, was the wash still on the line when it looked like rain. Tonight he was beneath him, taking his pleasure, and damp from a bath that washed him of a stranger’s blood. Both were at his own behest, and Crocodile felt his stomach swim with a familiar nausea. He’s taken this too far. River loved a version of him he was allowed to see. He knew his past and shared his books but was barred from the secrets right below his nose, behind the veil of Baroque Works. The coup was coming, and Crocodile had 28 days left to hold onto this warmth.

When he replaced his missing hand with a weapon he wondered if it would curse his touch to forever cause pain. And until now that was never a problem. But he was too close to the end, to his goal to change for one man.

You are an indulgence, River. Brought to Rainbase by extortion and forced into my employment to keep wildcards off the board. When all hands have been shown, you will return to your little island and realize that you hate me. Oasis will be sparred, as per our agreement. And we will become a memory you prefer to forget.

That is how it must be.

[the-obiwan-for-me]

For the 40 questions.....

4-How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

15-If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

17-Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Yay! More great questions!

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Honestly, I have 0 fic ideas right now. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. It's kinda sad, but also kind of a relief. Finishing "More Than Blood" was a huge undertaking and while I am proud that I finished not one, but TWO fairly massive longfics, I emptied the tank, so to speak, and haven't really had any big ideas since. I wrote one little canon-ish Bo and Korkie fic awhile back, and I just finally finished a little canon-ish Korkie and Dad fic this week, but that had been an ongoing project for literal years. I have some post MTB moments (and a few "deleted scenes, so to speak) I've written along the way that I may share, but they are moments. Not stories.

Wait, wait, fine. Here's a tiny bit from one of those moments.....

He stared at her, taking her in, pride swelling in him til he ached from it.

His baby girl. His orikih ad’ika. His little firebrand. Now standing tall beside her mother, resplendent in beskar’gram, her wily curls barely contained, her freckles dancing across her cheeks as she smiled brightly up at him, her green eyes blazing with mischief. In mere moments, she would recite the Resol’nare to her aunt, in front of their entire clan, friends, too, from near and far, and proclaim herself Mando’ad. 

But she would always be his orikih ad’ika.

She had been tiny. At one time, though it seemed like both yesterday and three lifetimes ago. Taken abruptly from her mother’s inhospitable womb early, to protect them both. He’d barely needed two hands to hold her tiny body, and her first months she had often slept with her body cradled along his forearm, her tiny head pillowed in his palm. She had been tiny. 

But at thirteen, her Kryze blood was becoming more and more evident every day, as she quickly sprouted into yet another tall, willowy, fierce Kryze woman, and he sometimes wondered how she could ever once have been that tiny. He often had to go back to holos and look at her as a newborn to remind himself.

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

I feel like the obvious answer is "She Said the Word." That would be so cool. It would probably need to be it's own trilogy (I mean, it does span from before the events of TPM through the end of the Clone Wars!), there are some really great moments, and my friends have done an incredible job fancasting my OPs (and, sorry, Katee, I adore you and your Bo, but SSTW Bo is Jessica Chastain and I would LOVE to see my girl play out the emotions Bo has in that story!).

Honorable mention, and I realize that because it is mostly an internal story, but I really wish we had had a moment like the moment I wrote in "Burn Bright." I am and always have been a little salty that Luke got to grieve, on screen, the death of Ben Kenobi and the loss of his home, but we never really see Leia grieve. I do know there is a comic with a very similar premise to this story of mine (which came out AFTER I wrote this, I think), and she had some really nice grief moments in Legends as well as "The Princess and the Scoundrel." But they were all years later.

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Almost all my fics are written from start to finish. For one shots and shorter things, sometimes the idea builds from a particular scene or bit of dialogue, and the story may grow around it, with a start and an end placed around the scene to triggered it. But long fics are almost all start to finish. With some occasional deviations. Sometimes I get an idea of a scene that won't leave me alone, so I will write it down, and stick it in when the time comes. There were SEVERAL scenes in the later chapters of "She Said the Word" that were written MONTHS earlier than they were published.

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