#i have a cute idea for strawberry sunday :)

[yunogf]

JAEHYUN for DJJ’s new eau de parfum line DIVE.

[eddiesghxst]

PRICE OF FAME (PART 11/12)

gasp she's finally here !!!

18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: the last day of tour has arrived and you're pushed to make a difficult choice

contains: enemies to lovers trope, alcohol consumption, smoking, sexual themes, mentions of oral, angst, and more glimpses of eddie being boyfriend coded <3

word count: 6k

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song inspo for this chappy, thx to my stink @mmunson86 ily hehe:

Sunday mornings are meant for being lazy.

You wake up, you toss around in bed for a bit, maybe turn on the TV, and order food if you’re at a nice hotel like you are now— which had been your plan. You had wanted to try the strawberry crepes here for ages, and you planned to finally order it to start the last day of your short-lived tour on the right foot— but apparently, someone doesn’t believe in the mainstream concept of Sunday morning.

It’s seven in the morning when you get a knock on your door. You want to ignore it— and you have every intention to do so— except the person at the door is incessant and apparently doesn’t get the hint of silence.

It makes sense, though, when you open the door to see who is banging on your door like a madman. Eddie, of course. 

“Housekeeping!”

He’s got a cute, wide smile and damp curls that make your chest flutter even though you still have one foot in a dream. Although, you think the dream might be the man standing before you, clad in jeans and a graphic tee, and beaming at you.

“Eddie, it’s seven in the morning.” You grumble.

Eddie’s smile widens, “I know. Perfect time for a walk in the park.” He says before pushing past you and walking into your room. Your eyebrows furrow as you watch him walk over to your window and open the blinds. You rapidly blink at the sunlight, “I– what? A walk?”

Eddie turns to you, smiling still as he nods, “Yes. Down at Central Park. They’ve always got cute dogs down there, and I know a place with pancakes to die for.”

You’re too tired to even wrap your mind around how cute of an image Eddie with dogs would be, “Woah… woah, woah, wait— Eddie, I— I would love to,” you blink hard, “But I’m still half asleep, and I only got to bed like four hours ago, so I think I’d pass out on a walk right now.” You softly laugh.

You feel a twinge of guilt stir in your gut, so you step forward to Eddie, reaching out to rest a hand on his bicep and gently squeeze, “Why don’t we order coffee up and sit on the balcony until my mind warms up a bit?” You offer.

Which, now that you think of it, was a perfect idea because there’s a cool breeze this morning that gives you an excuse to press up against Eddie’s side and curl into the heat of him as you sip on warm coffee and watch Eddie burn through cigarettes. Eddie was bold enough to drag your legs to rest across his lap, and you decide to blame your compliance on lack of sleep rather than desire.

“Are you nervous for tonight?” You wonder aloud, watching as the morning sun cracks through his fluttering eyelashes. Eddie’s lips pull into a smile, “No.” He leans into you, “Are you?”

You snort, pressing your fingers into the warm ceramic mug, “Why would I be nervous?”

Eddie shrugs, “Maybe I’ve got a surprise up my sleeve or something.” He teases. His fingers are warm and send goosebumps across your skin as they dance across your leg, inching up your thigh until you slightly squirm. Eddie doesn’t even try to hide the smirk on his lips.

You ignore his wandering hands as best as you can, although the lick of heat that runs up your spine when he fiddles with the hem of your baggy shirt sends your mind spinning, a dull throb of your center when his knuckles brush the crease of your hip. You raise an eyebrow, gazing at him and cocking your head to the side, “Well, do you?”

Eddie glances at you, busy drawing stars inside your thighs, “No.”

You roll your eyes, shoving your foot into his jean-clad thigh as he barks out a laugh, hands squeezing your bare calves. “That’s not funny, Munson. You’re on probation, you know?”

Eddie tilts his head, dreamy gaze in his eyes as he gently squeezes your calves, “I know. I’m working on it, though… which reminds me—” You take a deep breath, slinking your legs out of his grip and sitting up straight to stretch, “Think I’m in the mood for those pancakes now.” You hum.

Eddie gazes at you, jaw loose as he watches you stand up and completely dodge what he’s been spinning out about for the last twenty-four hours. “Birdie—” “Yeah, I’m starving now that I think of it. Let’s go.” You wrap your fingers around his wrist and tug him up, ignoring his grumbles of protest.

It should be studied, the pull Eddie has on you, because here you both are in a booth at an old breakfast diner, and all you can think about is how you want nothing more than to slink over to the other side and burrow yourself in the warmth of his embrace.

But Eddie’s friends are here.

The entire ensemble: Nancy, Robin, Steve, Gareth, Jeff, and even Eric, who you hardly even see because he’s the busiest with groupies out of the Corroded Coffin band.

They caught you and Eddie on your way down to the lobby, and well… they just tagged along. Eddie wasn’t so happy about it, mumbling about how he can never shake these assholes, but you just snickered and told him to be nice.

So, now, you’re sitting across from Eddie in a diner with the smell of pancakes and maple syrup wafting through the air and a friendly chatter ringing throughout the table.

You try your hardest to pay attention to the conversations, but it’s hard when Eddie is glancing at you with these eyes that melt your insides. It doesn’t help when he leans forward on the table, shoulders pressing into the edge as his fingers skim your knee beneath it. You raise an eyebrow when he takes a menu, opens it, and stands it up to block the view of his friends as he beckons you forward. You lean forward, chest fluttering at the sight of Eddie’s pretty eyes so up close, pouty lips and curly hair that you want to reach out and card your fingers through. He’s a dream, no doubt about it.

“Let’s ditch them.”

You snort, rolling your eyes, “You can’t ditch your friends, Eddie.”

Eddie makes a face, “Why not? They crashed, and I have work to do.”

You tilt your head in confusion, “Work?”

Eddie grumbles, his voice carrying an obvious tone, “Yeah, I’ve only got until tonight to pay my dues.” He reminds you. You hum with a teasing glint, “I reckon that’s a fault on your part, Munson.”

Before Eddie can respond, the menu is torn out of his hands to reveal Gareth and Jeff snickering, “You do know we can still see you two, right?” Eric teases.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “I don’t know if you dipshits got the memo, but you definitely weren’t invited to this.”

You giggle, nudging your foot against his shin, “Don’t be rude,” You mumble. “Yeah, Eddie, don’t be rude.” Robin teases. 

Eddie grumbles, ignoring his snickering friends as he stands up, “All of you can fuck right off.” He sticks up a decorated middle finger to his table of friends, and you smile as you slide out of the booth, warmth spreading through your body when he reaches around to grab your sweater. 

“Oh, come on, we were just joking, Eds!”

Eddie waves them off, slinking an arm around your body to rest a hand on the small of your back, gently ushering you toward the exit as his friends create a scene.

“Hey, don’t be late to soundcheck, asshole, we won’t hear the end of it from Richie!” Jeff calls out, but Eddie doesn’t answer because he’s walking you both outside of the diner and muttering something about them being a pain in his ass.

“We could just take a flight out somewhere far away from them, princess. Say the word, and I’ll book it.” Eddie jokingly offers. You smile as you take your sweater from him with a small thanks, “They love you. That’s a good thing to have.” You remind him. Eddie rolls his eyes, scratching at the back of his neck as you begin walking down the street, “Sure, except not when I have important things to do. Which, when are you gonna put me out of my misery and tell me what you think?”

You hum, feing ignorance as you blink up at Eddie, “Think about what, Eddie?” 

Eddie stares at you, blinking once before his lips spread into a smile, “You’re lucky you’re pretty.” He teasingly says through gritted teeth, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in as he jokingly presses his palm to your face, laughing as you squeal and squirm in his hold. “Eddie Munson thinks I’m pretty. How cute.” You mock as you grapple at his wrist, prying his hand from your face, “Only took him a month to figure that out.”

Eddie laughs, “See, that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart,” He drawls, “I always knew you were pretty. I never thought you weren’t pretty. Who told you that?” “Nobody told me that; you just,” you shrug, “Kind of hated my guts, so it went hand in hand.”

Eddie’s eyes soften at that, and your cheeks warm as his gaze zones in on you. You clear your throat, glancing away, “Are we going to eat or what, Munson? I told you I’m starving, and you just dragged me out of that diner, so.” 

Eddie nods, “Yeah, yeah,” He waves before lacing his fingers with yours to drag you along, “I got a place in mind; let’s go.”

“If you wanted strawberries on your pancakes, then you should’ve asked for them.”

Eddie, you are learning, has sticky fingers. Sticky in the metaphorical sense where he just takes things without asking and sticky in the literal sense where he keeps reaching over to steal strawberries from your plate and ends up dipping his fingers in your maple syrup as well.

He’s like a child for fucks sake! Touching things he shouldn’t be touching and grinning at you with a ‘you can’t do anything about it because I’m cute’ glint in his eyes.

You watch as Eddie sucks the syrup off his thumb and smirks at you as he says, “Sharing is caring, you know?”

You look at his plate, tilting your head with a smirk before asking, “Yeah? Then can I have your hash browns?” Eddie glances at his plate, a frown spreading across his lips as he looks at you, “But there’s barely any left.” He points out.

Your eyebrows raise, and he sighs in defeat, cutting into his hash browns to give you half of it. You snicker as he carefully reaches over to put the side dish on your plate, pursing your lips to hold a laugh when you look up at him. “What’s so funny?” He grumbles, stabbing into his food and shoving a fork full into his mouth.

“Nothing. I just, like, hate hash browns.”

Eddie stops midchew, looking up at you for a brief moment. He’s silent as he resumes chewing his food and swallowing, quietly eyeing you for a moment before clearing his throat. “You hate hash browns?” He asks.

You nod as you take a bite of your eggs, and Eddie looks at you like you just told him something concerning. “I—... what do you mean you hate hash browns? Do you like potatoes?”

You shrug, taking a sip of your drink, “Sure.”

“Do you like fries?”

“I love fries.”

“Tater tots?”

“I like them every now and then,” You shrug.

Eddie’s head cocks in confusion, eyes narrowing, “So what’s the problem with hash browns?”

Your eyebrows raise, and an amused smile spreads across your lips, “Holy shit. I’m getting the sense that you might, I don’t know… love hash browns or something?”

Eddie scoffs, “Of course I fucking love hash browns. Are you fucking kidding me? Who doesn’t like hash browns?”

“Tommy Lommi.”

“Well then, they’re fucking weird— wait…” Eddie blinks at you and stares like you’ve just discovered time travel. “What do you mean, Tommy Lommi? How do you know Tommy Lommi hates hash browns?”

You shrug, “Ate breakfast with the band a few years ago. They gave him hash browns, and he returned the entire plate. A lot of people hate hash browns, Eddie.”

Eddie waves a hand in dismissal, scooting closer to the table as he responds in a hurried and amused tone, “You had breakfast with Black fucking Sabbath?” He exclaims.

You hold back a smile as you blink at the man before you, his brown eyes wide and blown from adrenaline, “Yeah, it— it was, like, a work thing. I was doing a short piece on them, so Anna and I had lunch with them and their manager.” At the mention of your manager's name, you make a mental note to call and update her on your piece.

Eddie raises two hands to his head, grasping his hair like he’s in distress, as he lets out a loud sound, drawing attention. You giggle, reaching out to grab his wrist and lower him back down to the table, “Eddie, you’re making a scene—” “You met Ozzy, and you just, like, casually forgot to mention that to me? Like he’s not my idol? Like he’s not my literal lord and savior? Do you even care about me?” He exclaims in a loud voice. 

Your eyes widen in amusement as the man practically spins out right in front of you. “I’m sorry! I didn’t think it— wait, haven’t you met him before? Like on a red carpet or something?”

Eddie scoffs, leaning back into the booth and pulling a face like the words you’ve just said are rubbish. “Yeah, right. Like Ozzy Osborne would willingly surround himself with a bunch of untrained nuts like the boys of Corroded Coffin. He’s a professional, Birdie. That’s an insult.”

You giggle, gently nudging your plate away, taking a deep breath from feeling so full as you shrug, “Maybe if you cleaned up your act, it would happen.” You teasingly say.

Eddie looks at you, runs his eyes over your face, and smirks as he folds his arms over his chest, reaching up with one hand to twirl a piece of his hair between his fingers. “Yeah? And how do you suggest we do that?” He slinks his feet forward, gently tapping his shoe against yours before hooking an ankle around yours.

You hum, “I don’t know. Maybe cut back on the parties. Less reckless act and more calculated rockstar. Less groupies… none, if that.” You mutter the last part, and Eddie snickers. He hums as well, tipping his head side to side as if he’s thinking, “And would you say maybe,” He clears his throat, “Like, a girlfriend would do good as well?”

You huff out a laugh, “Nice try, Munson.” You snicker. “You’re far from girlfriend status with me.” 

Eddie lowly hums, taking a deep breath as he shifts in his seat, “Yeah, well, I intend on changing that, so, are you done eating?”

Eddie’s sure that Richie will chew him out.

It’s the last day of tour before the next leg starts in a month, and Eddie is almost an hour late to soundcheck. Richie was adamant about being on schedule for today because it’s the last show, and Richie’s a goddamn perfectionist (who would take on the job of managing a group of rowdy rockstars if they have the personality of a fucking sergeant?). But honestly, Eddie doesn’t have a single bone in him that cares because— well, why would he care when he’s spent all day with you practically pressed into his side? 

You’re Eddie’s every dream compacted into the cutest, kindest, prettiest human he’s ever fucking known, and Eddie keeps having these moments where he wants to smash his head through a brick wall for ever letting a cruel word form on his tongue towards you. He would pay an endless amount of money to rewind time and do it over again, do it right, and give you the respect you deserve.

Then maybe you would stop dodging his kisses.

“Come on, just one?” He begs, watching as you walk a few steps ahead of him. Eddie won’t lie; it’s a great view he’s got from behind. You’re wearing these black ripped jeans that hug your ass and thighs so perfectly Eddie wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into you.

You shake your head, “Nope. A kiss has never been a kiss with you, and I’m not too keen on giving Richie more reasons to put me in time-out. You’re also definitely still on probation.”

Eddie grunts, “This is just cruel, sweetheart.”

He jogs a bit to catch up to speed with you, “While we’re on the topic, what’d he say to you?”

You glance at Eddie, brows furrowing, “Who? Richie?”

Eddie nods, and you shrug. “I assume the same thing he told you. Told me to hold off on it until the magazine blows over in the fanbase.”

Eddie hums because, well, that’s not what Richie told Eddie. Actually, Richie told Eddie to just forget it, don’t even attempt to do anything with that woman because when you fuck up, I’m gonna be the one left to clean it up. And isn’t that Richie’s fucking job? Isn’t that precisely why Richie was hired? To clean up the boys’ mess and make their appearance seem squeaky clean. 

“I don’t blame him, though.” 

Eddie’s neck practically snaps in your direction, and he has to stop you from walking any further down the backstage hallways because what the fuck are you saying right now?

“What do you mean?”

You shrug, glancing up at Eddie, “I mean, he’s just doing his job, Eddie. He’s trying to protect your image, and, honestly, I didn’t understand where he was coming from until he pointed out that I’m still practically press in the eyes of the industry, so.”

“Well, that’s bullshit.” Eddie snaps. Doesn’t mean to snap, really. Doesn’t mean to have a harsh tone or sound upset with you because he’s not. He’s upset with the situation and the absolute mess he’s created from having his head up his ass for so long. He’s upset because he doesn’t want to wait until the magazine blows over. He’s upset because he’s finally admitting to what he wants, and you’re right there, and he wants to work on getting you but fucking Richie— jesus christ, Eddie’s going to choke that bastard.

“That doesn’t even fucking make sense,” Eddie exclaims, “I already fucked up. There’s not much to fuck up at this rate.”

“It’s different when there’s feelings involved, Eddie.” And Eddie doesn’t like that. He doesn’t like that you sound as if you’re siding with Richie, and he doesn’t like that you’re using your hot ass journalist tone with him. “What difference does it make?” Eddie stresses.

“Because shit could hit the fan. Things could go bad again, and, in Richie’s eyes, I could easily become an enemy. It’s a rational call to make.”

No.

No, no, no, this isn’t what Eddie wants, and it’s not how Eddie wants you picturing what you two could be— a disaster. 

Eddie blinks, heart pounding in his chest because god, he wants you and he’s scared he’s lost you before even getting the chance to fix things. “So… is that— is that what you want? To wait?”

You gaze up at Eddie, “I— no?”

Eddie frowns, stomach churning as you look away to avoid his gaze, “That didn’t sound confident. You don’t want to do this?”

“It’s�� That’s not what I’m saying. I just— I’m not quite sure where this is aiming.”

“What do you mean? I told you how I feel.”

You make an exasperated noise, stepping out from the wall Eddie had you caged against, “No, you haven’t told me how you feel. You’ve told me what you want. That’s not enough.”

And you’re looking at Eddie with these eyes that make him want to crack open his chest and let you see it for yourself because fuck, the only time Eddie has ever confessed his feelings to someone, she ended up breaking his heart without a single care in the world.

And for this entire month, you’ve been slipping from Eddie’s hands, but this is the time that he’s actually felt it. He feels dizzy and sick and so angry with himself.

“I— well, how do you feel?” Eddie asks.

It’s like time slows as you gaze up at Eddie, eyes filled with so many words and uncertainty that Eddie has only himself to blame for. “I don’t know.” You softly reply.

Eddie says nothing as he stares back, gently nodding as you slink your arms around yourself, “I don’t know, Eddie. I’m… I don’t know this side of you— and that’s not to say I don’t like or want it, but— but what happens when we get bored without the chase?” 

Eddie’s heart breaks. 

“When?”

Your eyes fall shut, and you shake your head, “That’s not what I meant–” “But that’s what you said.”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. You know what I mean, Eddie.”

Eddie scoffs as he steps back, “No, Birdie, honestly, I don’t. I’m actually, like, really fucking confused right now.”

Your face twists in defense and your eyes glint with something that Eddie can’t quite put his finger on, and it makes him want to scream. “You seriously can’t be upset with me for being hesitant on this, Eddie.”

Eddie looks at you, pauses, and holds his breath before shaking his head, “No, I’m—” He steps forward, “I’m sorry. I’m not upset.”

Your lips are pulled into a frown as Eddie reaches out to softly skim his knuckles across your elbow, silently asking for you to stay open for him. “I’m not upset with you.” He repeats. 

You don’t step closer or move away, and Eddie takes that as a win either way. But before either of you can say anything else, Eddie is being whisked away with his assistant and promising to finish the conversation afterward.

You don’t see Eddie for the rest of the day, and for the first time, it’s not Eddie’s fault but yours.

You regret to admit that the small dispute you and Eddie had caused you to spiral within your thoughts, and you spent most of the day holed up in your room packing, writing, pacing, and thinking until you exhausted yourself. On a good note, though, the day passes quickly, and before you know it, you’re making your way down the Madison Square Garden backstage halls.

You’ve walked these halls enough to know your way around by heart now, so you don’t have trouble finding the dressing room. The usual small group of ladies that stand outside are there in their Sunday best for the show finale, passing a blunt between each other— and you don’t even notice the missing leader of the group until she’s storming out of the room.

“Fuck you, Eddie!” She turns to yell into the room. You watch from a few feet away, stunned and slightly terrified. She’s beautiful, even as mad as she is now; her red hair is styled in bouncy curls that jump and jolt with each wave of her hand, her heeled boots clicking on the ground with each stomp of her heel. She steps into the room, pointing at someone who you can only assume to be Eddie, but the door obstructs your view, “I knew you before you had a single fucking dime! If you think for one second she’s gonna stick with you through all of your bullshit rock and roll facade, then you’re wrong!” She snaps.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Kenny, please get rid of her.” You hear the familiar grumble of Eddie’s voice. Kenny, the security guard by the door, steps forward and ushers the angry woman away from the threshold. “Don’t fucking touch me.” She snatches her arm from his hold, and Kenny lifts a hand in surrender, “Look, I’m gonna have to get you banned from the building if you don’t leave. Make my job easier, please.” Kenny replies in a bored tone.

The girl scoffs with a roll of her eyes before turning around and storming down the hall, her posse quickly trotting behind.

You don’t hear the usual chatter in the dressing room, so you’re slightly suspicious as you walk up, kindly smiling towards Kenny as he lets you in. The door shuts behind you, and you take in the empty room, void of the usual hustle of band members and staff. 

“Kenny, I swear to god, if it’s another groupie, I’m gonna fire you.” You hear Eddie say from the ensuite restroom. Eddie doesn’t notice you as he walks into the room, busy ruffling his hair up for the show and walking toward the vanity, “I already told you who to let in.” 

Finally, Eddie lifts his head, a cigarette hanging from his lips as his eyes brighten when he sees you through the vanity mirror. You smile, shifting in your spot as Eddie whips around to look at you, “Hi.”

Eddie’s eyes widen as he takes in the view, eyes raking over your body as he blindly snuffs out his cigarette on the wooden vanity, face stunned as he walks over to you, “What the fuck?” He lowly says.

He’s reaching out to loop his fingers around your wrist and bring you closer, eyes traveling further and further down your frame, “What the fuck?” He repeats.

“Eddie,” You groan. “Where the fuck have you been hiding this, princess?” He exclaims.

“It’s nothing. Stop.” You grumble, but Eddie only shakes his head, “Nothing? Are you insane?” He steps back, hand wrapped in yours as his teeth dig into his bottom lip, “Let me look at you, come on.”

Your dress is black, tight, and form-fitting, with an off-the-shoulder neckline and a puffy lace hem matching the long sleeves' scrunchie endings. Two thin black straps hug your shoulders, tauntingly digging into your collarbones. The dress stops just above the middle of your thigh, leaving little to the imagination—- much in Eddie’s favor. Below the dress peeks out a black garter belt, two shiny silver clips winking at Eddie as they hold up your black thigh-high stockings. Your feet are held in shiny black stilettos. Sex.

Eddie nearly whimpers.

Eddie wants to sink to his knees, push up the skirt of your dress, and stuff his face between your legs. He wants to make you cum on his tongue until you’re pushing him away and begging for a break. Wants to feel the nylon stretch of your stockings scratching up against his ears as your legs clamp around his head. God, Eddie wants it, he wants it so fucking bad.

You smell sweet and taste even sweeter when Eddie presses his lips to yours, practically swallowing you whole— he would if he had the choice. Your lips split into a smile against Eddie’s, breathily laughing as he blindly leads you to the vanity, walking until he feels your body softly thud against the counter.

“Jesus. I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it,” Eddie grumbles against your lips, sloppy and wet, as he trails down to your jaw, neck, and collarbones. His hands are greedy as they grapple at your hips, squeezing the thicker parts to tilt you towards him, groaning when your pelvis drags against his quickly hardening length. You pant his name, one hand dropping to steady yourself against the counter as the other hand sinks into his damp, curly strands. Eddie groans, stuffing his face into your neck, licking and biting as he grinds you against him. You’re all whiney breaths and moans, and Eddie just can’t help himself when he nudges his nose against the strap of your dress before sticking his tongue out and dragging it up the length of the flimsy black piece.

Your head drops back, chest rising and falling with a sinful glisten under the vanity lights as Eddie drags his tongue all the way from your shoulder to your chin before smashing his lips back onto yours, fingers curled around the base of your neck. Wet, hot, and heavy.

Your lips curl against Eddie’s mouth, hips grinding against him, “S-should I be concerned about the angry woman that just stormed out of here?” You lowly ask.

Eddie laughs, smearing his lips against yours, teasingly flicking his tongue into your mouth, “Definitely not. Good fucking riddance.” Eddie can’t wait to tell you all about how he learned about Lany’s money-greedy actions that led him to the page of every tabloid with a false girlfriend.

You fail terribly to hold the snort that rises in your throat, and Eddie cuts it off with his mouth, swallowing your hums as he presses his body into yours. 

“Want you.” Eddie needily whispers. You whine, fingers curling against Eddie’s roots to draw a throaty groan from him. “Need to have you, baby—” “I— wait, wait, wait.” Your hands are pressing against Eddie’s shoulders, and god, Eddie feels lightheaded as he pulls away, blown-out eyes blinking down at you.

You huff, squirming against the counter, breath heavy and bated as you reach down to tug your dress down, “We need to talk.” 

Eddie swallows, running a hand through his hair as he gazes at you— and fuck, he’s so hard, and you’re so pretty, and Eddie thinks he might bust just looking at you.

Still, Eddie blinks through the thick fog of arousal and nods, taking a moment to not-so-discreetly adjust himself within his pants. 

Ever the gentleman, Eddie offers you the seat at the vanity, but you only shake your head, and well— fuck, Eddie just wants to get back to kissing you so he doesn’t fight it. He hops up onto the chair and gazes at you as you lean back against the vanity, fingers fidgeting with one another.

You’re avoiding Eddie’s gaze, and Eddie doesn’t like it very much, so he distracts himself by lighting a cigarette, but it does little to aid him in distraction when the words slip from your mouth.

“I think we need time away from each other.”

Eddie’s looking at you like you just told him you killed his dog, and you hate that you start feeling as if you’re wrecking everything when you know— when you both know— this is the best thing for the future.

The unlit cigarette between Eddie’s lips is removed and tossed to the side as he blinks at you, shaking his head with a confused and hurt expression, “W–what do you mean?”

You slink your arms across your body from instinct, mentally pushing yourself to stand on the rocky island you’ve built— because even though you want nothing more than to cave and throw yourself into Eddie’s arms and start over, it’s not right. You didn’t start on a good note, and it’s unfair to yourself or Eddie to avoid fully acknowledging that just because of your intense pull toward one another. You both need time.

“I don’t understand.”

“Just so we can have the space to figure out what we want and need from each other, you know?”

Eddie runs a hand over his face, “Is this about what happened earlier? Because I was being an asshole, I know, and I’m sorry, but just give me a chance–” You shake your head, stepping closer to Eddie and running your fingers over his wrists, “No. No, that’s not what this is about— I mean, it might’ve spurred it on, but it was on my mind before that.”

Eddie’s face twists in defeat, “I want to fix what I did, baby, just give me a chance.” 

You push his long bangs from his eyes, “I am, Eddie. I promise I am. But I need space— we need space.”

Eddie doesn’t even look at you, and your heart aches. “Everything’s been so quick, Eddie. It’s only been a month, and there’s been so many emotions—”

“That’s bullshit, Birdie, and you know it.”

You tense at his harsh tone, “Excuse me?”

“You said when,” He reminds you, “When you get bored. You really expect me to believe you ‘just want space’? You’re scared.” 

Your eyebrows dip in anger then, eyes narrowing at the man in front of you as your chest tightens, “And you’re not?”

“Yes!” He exclaims, ringed hands flailing in exasperation. “Yes, I’m fucking scared, obviously. I never would’ve fucked up this bad if I wasn’t scared.”

Your eyes are brimmed with tears, and you’re beginning to think maybe you shouldn’t have even come tonight. Maybe you should’ve just left without a single word and made Eddie hate you all over again. At least the foundations of your relationship were solid and clearly stated then.

How could everything have gotten so confusing in such little time?

Eddie notices your shifting demeanor and breathes, rubbing his eyes and smudging his eyeliner. You fight the instinct to reach out and fix it for him. “Okay, so… you want time apart.”

You nod, fingers twisting amongst themselves. Eddie turns his rings around his knuckles as silence cracks down on you both. Eddie swallows, eyes catching yours for a split moment, “Okay.” He nods.

You want to sink your hands into his and tell him you’re hurting just as much, wanting him just as much, but if you touch him now, you’re afraid you’ll never let go.

“It’ll be good, Eds.” You softly say.

The curtain of his hair obstructs Eddie’s face, but through the tiny windows, you can see the twitch of pain that flashes across his features. “Are you staying for the show?” He asks, eyes trained on his busy fingers, rings glistening in the lights. God, you want to give in to him so badly.

You shift in your spot, clearing your throat and blinking away tears, “I’ll never leave if I do…”

As if on cue, Kenny opens the door and pokes his head into the room, calling for Eddie to notify him of the running clock. You and Eddie only speak through gazes for a split moment, and you both know if he stays any longer, neither will leave this room. You only have enough strength to nod towards the door.

You can’t even watch Eddie leave. Because watching Eddie go seems to be the recurring theme of the month— but now, you’re sending him away— and it hurts. You were so close yet so far away from justice.

The dressing room is vast and holds Eddie's phantom presence and smell, and you can’t seem to hold the silent tears that end up soaking your cheeks. You can hear the distant screaming of fans, the loud booming of the opening to a song, and deep down, you understand that if you don’t leave now, you’ll end up in the crowd, there’s no doubt.

You don’t recognize the opening song for tonight, but you hear the words and Eddie’s voice crystal clear— tugging you back with every step you take towards the arena's door.

My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost

I need to feel something, 'cause I'm still so far from home

Cross your heart and hope to die

Promise me you'll never leave my side

…..

So, you can drag me through hell

If it meant I could hold your hand

I will follow you, 'cause I'm under your spell

And you can throw me to the flames

I will follow you, I will follow you

The song echoes in your mind from the time the door slams shut to the moment you step into your cold apartment in Michigan, and it never stops.

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part twelve

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a/n: OHHH PLS DONT HATE ME IT HAD TO BE DONE AND IM SORRY THIS IS ON NEW YEARS EVE !!! these two will be back for one more round of fun in 2024. ok let me shut up before i start saying all my sob shit

as always, thank u for reading if you've made it this far and i appreciate any feedback, ILY AND I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A BEAUTIFUL NEW YEARS, STAY SAFE PLS <3

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[viesanterieures]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒆

Robert Fischer (Inception) x female Reader

summary: The reader works as an artist who has never had a breakthrough until she decides to paint Robert.

warnings: this is a kinda cute and funny story so… no warnings :)

word count: 2500+

Masterlist

The air was warm as Robert turned into the familiar driveway. It was late October in Sydney, summer was just around the corner and the driveway was full of flowers and other plants. Today was Sunday, one of the few days he had to himself and his friends. During the week, he worked from early morning until late at night, as befits the future CEO of a multi-million dollar empire. Before he had even rung the bell, the door opened and a woman with shoulder-length brown hair pulled him into her arms. "Robert, how nice of you to come. We haven't seen each other in at least two months."

He laughed a little and patted his best friend on the shoulder. "I've had a lot on my mind, I'm sorry, Rebecca." Robert had known her since they were children. They had gone to kindergarten together and Rebecca was two years younger than him. All the friendships of his childhood, youth and university days had not lasted because many people thought he was arrogant, but Rebecca had always been there for him. As a child, as a teenager, as a student, at his wedding... and also at his divorce three years ago.

"How is your father, Robbie?" she wanted to know. Suddenly the smile on his face faded. "It doesn't look so good. He'll probably have to go back into hospital next month for a surgery." Rebecca looked at him compassionately and nodded silently as she took his jacket. "I'm so sorry."

I'm glad I can at least visit you," he quickly changed the subject.

"I'm glad too, Robbie," she said with a bright smile again.

"YN is also here, I hope you don't mind."

"No Becca, that‘s cool," Robert said, following her into the living room.

YN was Rebecca's younger sister and Robert quite liked her. She was one of those people who believed in destiny, the supernatural, spiritual things and tarot cards, which Robert didn't think much of. But she had always been very warm and kind to him and Robert was sure that there wasn't a single bad bone in this woman's body. She was just the way she was. As far as Robert knew, she worked full time in a perfumery and in her free time as an artist, but she remained rather unsuccessful. Her face immediately lit up when she saw him and gave him a friendly wave. She was wearing a pink dress, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, gold earrings and red lipstick. She was really pretty.

"Robert, how nice to see you! I brought some cupcakes, would you like one? They're homemade." She held out a bowl of pink muffins with strawberries and sprinkles to him. Robert gratefully took one and sat down on the couch next to the two women.

"It‘s really good," Robert praised YN's baking skills after taking a bite.

"Thank you, Robert. I baked them at 3 o'clock in the night because I couldn't sleep... It was another full moon. And my moon calender says that I should concentrate more on housework now, especially cooking and baking“.

He tried to hide his surprised expression and took another bite. Rebecca didn't seem confused by the explanation, she knew her sister well enough. Finally, YN slowly bent down towards them. "And do you know what my horoscope said?" Robert and Rebecca shook their heads.

"That I'm going to have my breakthrough this month," she finally said excitedly.

"You mean with your art?" Rebecca wanted to know.

"Yes! I'm going to have a huge success. But I don't know what motif to choose." YN picked at her dress thoughtfully. "A portrait or a landscape... I'm not sure. I need a subject to practise on first. Just to get back into it. I haven't painted for months.

"You've painted me so many times," Rebecca said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "How about you painting Robert?"

YN's face lit up at the words. "That's a wonderful idea! Robert, you have such a beautiful face... Like an angel!"

Robert almost choked on his cupcake. "Please what?"

"Oh come on Robbie, she just wants to practise," Rebecca interjected.

Sighing, he looked into YN's bright eyes and shrugged. "Yes, why not..."

YN cheered immediately and hugged Robert happily. "But I can't sit still for like eight hours," Robert replied quickly.

"You don't have to do that," YN said. "You can come with me to my studio, I'll draw the outlines and a sketch, then I'll take a photo of you to paint the details later. If you like and have the time, we can start right away. It would mean so much to me, Robert, really!" He smiled and nodded again. He just couldn't look away from YN's eyes.

***

"Nice studio," Robert said, breaking the awkward silence. He looked around curiously. YN's studio was a bright room with large windows letting in the daylight. There were easels full of canvases and tubes of paint everywhere and the smell of fresh paint was in the air.

"Robert, I told you not to move," laughed YN, who sat behind a canvas. The two had left for YN's that afternoon. Now the sun was already setting outside and Robert felt as if he had been sitting on the floor in front of her for ages.

"I'll be done with the outlines in a minute."

"Good, because my butt is already hurting," Robert grumbled.

A short moment later, YN put the brush down, clapped her hands and grabbed a camera lying on a chair next to her. "Well, I'm done for today. Let's take the photo quickly."

Robert moved back into position and looked a little tiredly at the camera. A few seconds after YN had taken the picture, he collapsed. "My God, this is more exhausting than I thought."

YN laughed. "I believe you. I've been a model too."

"Can I have a look?" Robert asked curiously, sitting up with a groan.

"Sure, come here." YN turned the canvas a little.

"Oh, this is definitely... Art." If Robert was honest, he couldn't really make out much on the canvas. It looked more like a wild doodle of a man who, with a lot of imagination, could look like him. And for this he had been sitting in an uncomfortable position on the cold floor for almost two hours?

"I'll start working on the details tomorrow. I'll let you know when it's ready."

Robert forced a friendly smile, YN pulled him into a tight hug to say goodbye and he left the house, a little disappointed.

Days and weeks passed without Robert hearing a word from YN. He didn't know how far she'd got with the painting, or if she'd even thrown it away. But then, one Saturday evening, she finally called him to say that she had finished the painting and that he could come and see it tomorrow. Of course Robert couldn't resist the opportunity, as he was actually quite curious to see how the painting would look now, although he had little hope that it would be any better than the last time.

He finally arrived at YN's door at 10am the next morning. She immediately greeted him friendly and offered him a cup of tea, which Robert gratefully accepted.

"Nice of you to come," she said and excitedly pulled him by the sleeve into her studio. "Close your eyes."

Robert did as she asked, although he was a little confused by her instructions. YN carefully led him to the easel in the middle of the room.

"And open your eyes."

Robert looked curiously at the painting in front of him, but then his jaw dropped and he couldn't get a word out.

"I've thrown away the old painting and made a new one. Isn't it gorgeous?"

He couldn't believe his eyes. The painting was insanely beautiful. It must have taken an eternity to work out all the details. He'd never seen so much care in YN's work, who usually painted in a rather chaotic way. Every single strand of Robert's dark hair was painted perfectly and precisely, and you could almost count every single eyelash. But most striking of all were the eyes, which stood out almost ghostly from the rest of the rather dark picture.

"It's so beautiful," he marvelled, running his finger carefully over the dry canvas. "But why am I wearing a sheer white shirt? I wore a normal black shirt that day. And my eyes look almost inhuman."

"Artistic freedom," YN quickly replied. "I wanted you to look a bit ethereal in the painting."

Robert nodded slowly with a raised eyebrow, then smiled again. "It‘s still so beautiful."

"You can have it if you want," YN offered.

He shook his head immediately. "No, no, keep it. It must have been so time-consuming that I don't want to take it away from you. I'm sure it's better off in your studio than in my house. But... promise me you won't sell it, okay?"

She nodded quickly and looked Robert straight in the eye. "No, I won't. I've made another artwork that I'm going to submit to the art competition."

Robert looked at her, confused. "To what?"

"Oh, I haven't told you yet. The art museum is running a competition this month. If I win, my painting will be on display there, isn't that great? Mrs Buchanan from the museum is coming to see the painting tomorrow. She's a good friend of my aunt's."

"That's great. Then I'll be rooting for you to win!"

Eventhough Robert had recently doubted YN's talent, he'd wished her all the best, especially now that he'd seen the beautiful portrait.

"And here it is," she joyfully pulled a cloth from a easel beside her.

"Oh, um... what is it exactly?" Robert asked, a little embarrassed as he couldn't make out more than a few patches of dark green on a grey background.

"The painting is called 'The Fog Forest'. The theme of the competition is 'Between reality and fiction: a journey into imagination'," explained YN. "The green stands for the trees of the forest and the grey is the fog and shadows, where you can easily get lost and dream.

"Oh, um, very nice." Robert forced a smile. "I'm sure Mrs Buchanan will recognise it immediately, also the deeper meaning, unlike me. You know I don't know much about art."

"I know that, Robert. But it's so kind of you to support me," she said softly, taking his hand and squeezing it gently.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go now, I have another appointment. Busy schedule as a future CEO... you know," he replied quickly, then looked at her pretty face and felt his heart beating in his chest.

***

"Becc, when I tell you! I've never seen such a beautiful painting." It was just after half past seven the next evening and Robert was glad to be off work. He stood in his kitchen, his phone wedged between his shoulder and ear as he chopped vegetables into small cubes.

"Are you sure, Robert? I've known YN long enough and she's never painted anything else than a few dots and lines," Rebecca's voice came over the loudspeaker. Robert thoughtfully placed the pieces of vegetable in a pot.

"I've seen it with my own eyes. Maybe she was possessed by the ghost of Leonardo Davinci that night or something." At this moment Robert's doorbell rang. "I have to hang up, Becc, I'm sorry. I'll call you tomorrow again." Confused, Robert wiped his hands on a towel and hurried to the front door. Who the hell was that? As he opened the front door, he saw a familiar face but also an unfamiliar one. In front of him stood YN, as always in one of her summer dresses and her big earrings, and next to her a tall, slim older lady with a tight bun and a blazer, looking at him curiously.

"Hey YN... what are you doing here? And who are you?" Robert wanted to know, frowning in confusion.

"Oh, it's him! I recognise him," the unknown lady said excitedly as she looked at him more closely.

YN tapped nervously with one foot and took a deep breath. "Robert, this is Mrs Buchanan from the art museum, she wants to have you."

"Wait, what? She wants to have me?" Robert laughed confused.

"Not you. The painting of you." The lady quickly clarified. "It's really gorgeous. What a work of art. It perfectly reflects our theme for this month. Between reality and fiction... Almost like a modern version of the Dorian Gray's portrait," she enthused.

Robert's jaw dropped and he looked at YN, stunned. "But... but you submitted a completely different painting to the competition. The one with the forest."

"Oh, please, sir, you couldn't even see any trees, forest or anything in the picture," she replied sharply, and Robert didn't miss YN's sad face. "I saw this masterpiece in the corner of her studio and asked her if she wanted to submit this instead of that… Fog-Forest... thing."

"This is not possible, I‘m sorry," Robert replied firmly.

"Why not?" Mrs Buchanan asked.

"I am a serious businessman, madam, about to take over a company worth millions. What would my employees and clients think of me if they saw the painting of me as an…an…ethereal creature? I have to maintain a certain respectability." Robert bit his lower lip as soon as he said these words. He realised that this was YN's last chance and that she might have to give up her dream of becoming a painter.

"It's okay, Robert“, YN said quietly. "I understand." Forcing a smile, she turned around together with Mrs Buchanan.

For Robert, the world seemed to stand still at that moment. He didn't want YN's dream to be shattered like his own. He had always aspired to become a professional musician and study music, but his father had always stopped him because he wanted him to take over the company one day. Even though Robert didn't even think he was the right person for this huge job.

"Wait, YN." The echo of his voice sounded down the driveway, the two women, who were about to get back into the car, immediately turned around.

"Let‘s do this, YN."

****

"A glass of champagne, sir?" asked an elegantly dressed lady next to him, balancing a small tray in front of her.

"No, thank you, madam. I don't drink alcohol at the moment," Robert declined her offer in a friendly voice.

"And for our winner? On the house, of course," she asked YN, who was standing next to him. She gratefully accepted a glass. The exhibition was in full swing. Many different artists were exhibiting that day, but no artwork attracted as many glances as YN's. Rebecca joined them and patted her sister on the shoulder. "I looked at it again, it really is amazing. How did you do it?"

"I don't even know it myself. It's as if my hands painted it themselves," YN replied, taking a sip from her glass.

"That supports Robert's Davinci theory," Rebecca chuckled.

YN looked at her, confused. "What?"

"Nothing," Rebecca replied quickly, pointing to the glass in her sister's hand. "Hey, where did you get the champagne?" she wanted to know.

"From that lady over there," YN replied with a grin and immediately Rebecca was gone in the crowd.

"I'm so sorry," Robert said quietly. "For what?" she wanted to know in surprise.

"For underestimating you... You and your art... You‘re such a wonderful, strong and unique woman."

YN bit her lip and Robert felt that she was about to cry. "Thank you, Robert." They remained silent as they watched the visitors pass by the artworks.

"So my horoscope was right after all," YN told Robert. "I really had my breakthrough. Do you believe in them now?" she wanted to know.

"Maybe," Robert replied thoughtfully.

"Do you know what else he said besides success?", she asked him.

Robert shook his head and smiled curiously.

"That I will also find love this month," she said quietly, putting her glass down on a small table beside her. "Maybe it was the love I felt for you when I painted that picture that made it so beautiful. Maybe that was the reason for all the success.“

Robert looked into her eyes and gently stroked her soft hair. Finally, he slowly pulled her into his arms and their lips touched immediately.

- 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔

[trashmouth-richie]

𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

part 3 of: do you like the way the water tastes?

summary: eddie takes you for a ride, the questions burning in your gut are resolved.

You’re certain your knuckles are broken from the iron grip you have on Eddie’s waist for the past twenty minutes. 

  His idea for a little drive was going to Bridgeport. Speeding around cars minding their own business on the lazy summer Sunday afternoon. 

Wind whipped through his curls and rippled the cotton tank top he was wearing, black sunglasses perched on his Roman nose, a honey dipped setting sun reflecting off the lenses when he turned his head at a stop sign to smirk at your wind-chapped cheeks and nervous expression.  

  “You scared, pretty girl?” 

  You were. 

  But when you shook your head no, he chuckled, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb, “I got ya,” he purred, his shy smile breaking through those plump lips, “ just don’t let go of me.” 

  The feel of your skin on his rough fingers when he had secured the helmet around your head and tightened the strap under your chin— before even getting on his motorcycle— left him with a rosy dusting to his own cheeks.

  Your skin was soft and delicate, like a petal from a flower— and he’d grow an entire garden just to feel it again. 

  You were looking at him in awe, like he had hung the moon and painted the stars just for you. And the look in your eyes made his heart flutter in his chest, skipping a beat when his eyes met yours. 

  Pupils blown and struck by Cupid, he didn’t know how deep he was falling. Were you? 

  His tongue was poked out in concentration while he fiddled with the strap, connecting it and pulling it taught under your chin. 

  His stare lingered for longer than he could help, eyelashes smushing together when the heat on his cheeks was too much to handle. 

  You had never been on a motorcycle before, but you listened intently to Eddie’s calm instructions on where to put your feet and what not to do. 

  The first few miles were horrifying, you were absolutely positive that you would fall off at any minute. Your squeals rang through his ears and burned his soul, making an ache in his stomach he hadn’t felt before, and when your fingers laced together around him, his heart nearly fell out of his chest. 

  —

“Wasn’t sure what you’d like, so—got one of each.” Eddie’s arms were full with red and white paper food boats. Chicken strips, two corn dogs, a cheeseburger piled high with bacon and a fried egg, cheeseballs, a funnel cake and a plastic jug of strawberry lemonade with two straws poking out of the lid. 

  Bridgeport was having their annual festival complete with carnival rides, a crowning of their hometown king and queen and the greasiest food in Indiana. You were sitting on a red painted bench underneath the green curtains of a weeping Willow as Eddie left to grab what he referred to as “a few snacks.” 

  You looked so cute sitting on the bench in his old dio shirt waiting for him. Seeing you in his clothes had his heart pumping into overdrive, and when you lifted your face to his and smiled as he walked towards you it almost knocked him dead. 

  Before you had left his trailer, you bargained to borrow some of Eddie’s clothes instead of quickly running home to change. “Nah,” he said with a grin, “I’ve got something you can wear.” He tossed you an almost worn through black t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts he’d had since middle school that were definitely too short for him now, but hit the swell of your thighs in a flattering way. 

  Emerging from the bathroom in his wardrobe and poorly bandaged knees, he smiled wide, toothy as can be and nearly pulled a muscle in his cheeks as he tried to hide it, not show how he was nearly cracking ribs with the way his heart was swelling for you. 

  “pick anything you want, sweetheart,” he said gesturing to the food he had laid out like a feast. He slotted his legs through the picnic table and you could hear the jingle of the chain from his hip as it rested on the wooden seat. 

  A smirk pursed his lips as your eyes studied the fried treats. Suddenly aware that maybe you didn’t like anything like this? 

  Shit. 

  His nerves stabled when your fingers plucked the brown stick end of a corn dog. His heart soared when your teeth broke through the breading and you hummed in content. 

  His fingers twisted the metal rings on his left hand, eyeing your lips when a crumb formed on them. Unconsciously licking his own like they were yours, sweeping the crumb away.

  “Good?” 

  Your lips curved into a smile as you reached for a napkin and blotted the grease from your lips, “delicious,” you mumble with the bite still between your teeth.

  “I never been to the festival before, they do this every year?” 

  Eddie snorted, and grabbed a chicken strip, dunking it into a small container of ranch, the chicken crunches and melts on his tongue as he shoves it around his mouth to answer, “yeah, haven’t been here in years, my uncle would take me as a kid.” 

  Neon lights peek through the vine-like curtain of the willows branches, a faint low hum of cheery carnival music begins, followed by the gears of the rides, squealing for oil and grease. 

  The night was calm, a light wind bringing a quiet exhaling breath of air to the humid atmosphere, as you silently chewed your corn dog. 

  Eddie’s mind was racing, he had a million and one things to say but whenever he tried to form the words he found his tongue cemented to the roof of his mouth, concrete foundations keeping it in place. 

  Lucky for him, yours wasn’t. 

  “Thank you for the food, and playing doctor… I mean, bandaging my knees.” Smooth.

  His tongue detached and he breathed a hearty laugh, one that had you giggling along, heated cheeks from embarrassment and all. 

  “Any time,” he exhaled, hoping this wasn’t the only time you’d want to share a meal with him, “figured it was better than a lollipop after being such a good patient.” 

  “I mean, I like suckers,” you tease, pointing the corn dog at him, “but this is really really good— I wish Benny still served them.” 

  “How long have you worked there?” 

  “Well..” you do the math in your head, and un-ashamedly use your fingers to count the years, “six years, I think— Gareth and I both started there at the same time—bussing tables.”

  Eddie’s hands are threaded as he leans in to listen intently at your very boring story. 

  “..but then some cool older guy started a band and needed a drummer, so he quit on me.”

  You remember the days of riding in the back of Gareth’s mom’s car when she’d drop you both off for your shift on Saturday nights, both only fourteen but still spending as much time together as you could, the innocence of childhood still on your shoulders. 

  “Sounds like this cool older guy was pretty bitchin’, wish I knew him,” the dimples in his cheeks well deep, as he plays with his rings. Waiting for you to bite the bait.

  “Nah,” you play back, scrunching your nose and picking at the corn dog, “he’s not that great— pretty mysterious, really hard to read.” 

  He chuckles and fakes offense. “Maybe there isn’t mystery behind him, maybe he gets nervous around pretty girls.” 

  Your cheeks heat and you stare at the table for a bit before meeting his gaze again, “That’s too bad,” you add, clicking your tongue, “because he was really really cute.” 

  “Cute, huh?” He says standing and grabbing all the garbage from the table and walking to the nearest trash can, he brushes the grease from his hands on his pants, “puppies are cute, sweetheart.” 

  “Yeah, he looks like a cute wittle puppy dog, just wanna pinch his cheeks, and give him treats.” 

  “Oh really?” He says standing beside you and holding his hand out to help you up.

  “Mhmm,” you say placing your hand in his, feeling the rough calluses with the pads of your fingers,  “But he never called, never kissed me, he just disappeared.” 

  You walk past him, not needing to look over your shoulder to know that he was following behind you, his long legs making up the distance in no time at all. 

  You’d trolled down the sidewalk, enjoying the sounds of the carnival and the sweet sticky sugar of cotton candy spinning. 

  When the sky inks into dark, Eddie’s fingers graze yours and he doesn’t pull away. This time he folds them between the spaces of yours. Rubbing the knuckles of your hand with his thumb, noticing that you sighed slightly. 

  He stops when the sidewalk ends, a lone street lamp flickering and nothing but the hum of lightning bugs floating gently on the breeze.

  “Would you have wanted me too?”

  You stare up at him, a cross of your eyebrows indicates your confusion and a twinkle of a street lamp glows into your eyes.

  Eddie wets his lips with a sweep of his tongue. The ring that’s been teasing you on full display. 

  “That night, when I walked you home…did you want me to kiss you?” 

  Butterflies take flight in a flurry in your stomach at the sight of his shiny lips. You almost counted out loud to three to respond even though you nearly flung yourself at him. 

  “I— I thought it was obvious.” 

He frowns, shaking his head. A nervous laugh emits from him and he looks unsure of himself.

  “I’m not good at this,” he admits, undoubtedly fighting himself, “and now?” he asks, holding your chin between his fingers and angling your face up to his, “do you want me to kiss you, sweet girl?” 

  All the breath from your lungs leaves when you nod your head, and when Eddie’s lips nestle between yours, you're certain you’re the only girl left in the world. 

[eyesthatroll]

STRAWBERRY VANILLA

SEPT. 2021

[ takes place in the bless the broken road universe ]

summary jack and (y/n) aka winnie meet for the first time

pairing jack hughes x fem!poc!reader

warning(s) none?

word count 1.2k

It's a late Sunday evening, and you find yourself knee-deep in baking preparations for the upcoming morning at the bakery. Normally, this task was reserved for early mornings, requiring you to rise at the ungodly hour of 4 am. However, the prospect of waking up so early had lost its appeal, so you had opted for a late-night baking session instead.

Despite the soft hum of background music, the relentless downpour outside remained unmistakable. The rain pounded against the windows, a symphony of nature's fury that was everyone's least favorite song. As you worked, you held onto the hope that it would subside before closing up. The thought of venturing out into the pouring rain wasn't appealing, and the idea of driving through the intense downpour filled you with a nervousness that you couldn't shake.

You're in the midst of placing some freshly baked, unadorned cakes into the refrigerator when the distinctive chime of the entrance door bell sounds, pausing you from your task. Your expression shifts from concentration to momentary confusion, as you're almost certain you'd locked that door. However, the distant murmur of a stranger's voice calling out confirms your earlier suspicion that you must have forgotten to secure it.

Hastily, you exit the kitchen, halting as you arrive at the front of the shop. Your gaze fixates on a tall figure, draped in clothes soaked by the non-stop rain. With practiced ease, he sheds his hoodie, revealing a sculpted physique beneath a clinging, rain-dampened white t-shirt that accentuates the contours of his well-defined torso.

"Sorry, we're closed." Your voice cuts through the air, drawing his attention like a magnet. He swivels his head towards you, his deep-blue eyes locking onto yours. An exasperated sigh escapes his lips, and he runs a hand through his tousled, chestnut hair, his fingers tugging lightly at the roots before releasing them.

He appears oddly familiar, and you tilt your head slightly, straining to recall the distant memory of where you might have crossed paths with him before.

"Can I ride out the storm here for a bit, just until the rain slows?"

His question hangs in the air, tinged with a hint of pleading in his tone. You find yourself intrigued, unable to ignore the curiosity about what drove him out into the storm. Though your initial instinct is to refuse and tell him to leave, you can't deny the surreal feeling of this encounter. It's not every day that an attractive stranger stumbles into your bakery, seeking shelter from the tempest outside. It's as if you've stepped into a scene from a novel, a meet-cute destined to unfold. Yet, you're acutely aware that once the storm passes, your paths will diverge, and this fleeting connection will fade into memory.

"You can stay until the rain stops, or until I leave." You agree.

A warm, appreciative smile graces his lips as he nods in gratitude. "Thank you so much."

"Sure." A subtle, awkward tension lingers in the air, leaving you feeling somewhat uneasy about resuming your work in the kitchen while leaving the stranger alone in the front of the bakery.

Instead, you opt for some light cleaning in the front. With deliberate motions, you wipe down the tables, sweep the floor, and diligently review and sign some pending invoices.

Despite your efforts to stay occupied, that lingering sense of awkward tension gradually returns to fill the room as there is nothing else up front for you to do.

"Did you want something to eat? I have cake, donuts, and some other stuff."

He shifts uneasily, his mouth opening and closing as if he's uncertain how to respond to your offer. You look at him expectantly, arms crossed over your chest, and a slight sway in your stance as you roll onto the balls of your feet.

His hesitation finally gives way, and he responds, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip. "What kinds of donuts do you have?"

A grin spreads across your face as you step over to the counter where he's standing. You reach behind the counter, retrieving a menu and flipping it over to reveal the section dedicated to mouthwatering donut options.

Shoulder to shoulder, you take a moment to walk him through each of the donut flavors. Some are classics, like the indulgent Boston creme, while others venture into the realm of culinary creativity, like the pineapple basil donut.

"How about..." He pauses briefly, contemplating his choice. "Strawberry Vanilla?"

You accept the menu from him with a nod, then pivot toward the kitchen. Swiftly, you retrieve two strawberry donuts from the fridge and arrange them on a spare plate you have lying around. With a deft hand, you pluck two napkins, ready to serve the treats.

Returning to the front, the handsome stranger remains in his original spot, engrossed in his cellphone. You clear your throat, gently guiding him to the side as you hoist yourself onto the counter. His gaze meets yours, uncertainty etched across his face. A reassuring smile graces your lips, and you pat the space next to you on the counter. He hesitates for a moment before mirroring your actions, and the two of you settle side by side on the countertop, indulging in your donuts together.

"Oh my god," he exclaims between bites, his enthusiasm palpable. You glance at him, a mixture of amusement and pride washing over you as his reaction to the donuts you made becomes increasingly evident. "This is insane," he declares, his words filled with genuine appreciation.

"Thank you." You thank him, laughing softly as you take a bite of your own donut.

A comfortable silence envelops both of you, with only the soft background music as your companion. Your eyes occasionally dart toward him, quick glances to avoid being caught staring. It's become clear, especially now, being so close to him, that he is undeniably beautiful.

Surely, he must have a girlfriend, right? There's no way he doesn't. You try to push aside the twinge of disappointment that accompanies that thought, but it lingers at the base of your chest.

He wipes his mouth with his napkin, then turns to you with a curious expression. "Crazy, I never noticed this place was here."

You immediately shake your head, eager to share a bit of your story. "Actually, I just bought this place a few months ago. I think it used to be a vegan place or something."

He appears genuinely surprised by your admission. "Wow, you own this place? You look pretty young."

A sheepish smile plays on your lips. "I'm 20."

His eyes light up with shared astonishment. "Me too!"

"And what do you do for work?"

Before he has the chance to answer, a sudden knock at the door jolts you back to reality. A taller boy, strikingly similar to the one sitting next to you, stands outside. It seems neither of you had even noticed that the rain had stopped, leaving the sky a light grey.

"That's my brother," he says, sliding off the counter. He retrieves his hoodie from the floor, draping it casually over his right shoulder.

"Thanks for the shelter." He says. "And the donut," he adds, flashing you a warm smile.

"Of course," you reply with a nod. "Drive safe."

"Yes ma'am." And just like that, the handsome stranger you'd shared laughter and conversation with for the better part of a half-hour is gone.

mari speaks! consider this a part one i suppose.

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[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Nesta & Cassian Domestic Life Headcanons

Nesta had to put a ban on Cassian touching her books after he put them back on the shelf upside down and out of order. He also dog eared pages of books she had loaned him and one book in particular had crinkled pages almost like someone brought it into the bath with him.

Cassian can't understand the idea of a throw pillow and thinks that all pillows should and can be used to sleep with. Nesta has tried over and over again to explain to him the idea of decorative pillows but it goes nowhere.

Cassian learned how to cook Nesta's favorite childhood food by having Elain teach him. During an evening when Nesta had a particularly rough day, Cassian whipped out his cooking skills and made her an Acheron family meal.

Nesta always hangs Cassian's weapons up for him because he seems to be incapable of putting them away when he gets back and insists on just dropping them in the doorway.

Cassian loses things constantly, from weapons to mail to his own shoes and it drives Nesta insane. Oftentimes, Cassian will be looking for something and ask Nesta if she has seen it. When he can hear her walking down the hall to come find it for him he starts panicking and searching frantically, knowing she will find it immediately and give him "the look".

Nesta braids Cassian's hair before he goes to training and insists he make an actual hair care routine. He doesn't fully understand why conditioner is important but he knows it makes Nesta's hair smell like flowers so he isn't too bothered.

Whenever Cassian goes somewhere for a few days he leaves notes around the House of Wind for Nesta to find. They say cute little things like "Thinking about you", "Love you lots", "I bet your butt looks great". She keeps them in a box on her bookshelf and reads them when she needs a pick me up.

Cassian and Nesta still practice and train together, but they take Sunday morning off to go have breakfast in Velaris, just the two of them. Cassian orders the biggest breakfast with the most amount of protein he can get and Nesta settles for something lighter but always wants strawberry crepes for dessert.

Cassian sleeps hot while Nesta sleeps cold. The House of Wind helps chill and heat the bed right down the middle so both of them sleep well.

Nesta started a formal book club with Gwyn, Emerie & The House and Cassian has to leave and go "find something else to do" so he doesn't keep coming into the room to distract them.

Cassian buys Nesta a new weapon for every holiday and occasion and calls it a "we" gift.

[novemberhope]

Soooo… guess here are my current obsessions One Piece OCs

@auxiliarydetective I did give it a try… not everything is final yet. Might not be a great introduction like this but it was fun to do and if anyone has different questionaires (or whatever they're called) just tag me.^^

Ideas, criticism, inspiration, all is welcome :) I've never so openly done this tbh

Animal Resemblances Neri: Betta Fish Niara: Emerald Swallowtail Azura: Arctic Fox Cordelia: Bombay Cat Ellaria: Splendid Fairy Wren (Not 100% sold on that yet but it will be a beautiful bird) Ginny: Leopard Seal (looks cute but could actually kill you)

Specific Numbers Neri: 5/1/4 (ka – i - yo) (her last name) Niara: 22 (ni - a) Azura: 26 (a - tsu - ra) (eh, close enough^^) Cordelia: 5 10 0 2 (Ko - da - lei - a) (lol again close enough - but the many numbers look weird, this one might definitely change in the future?) Ellaria: 3-6-1 (Mirai = future) (it's a vision thing - but might also change if her name happens to fit better when she eventually gets one) Ginny: undefined yet

Specific Colors Neri: turquoise, light blue Niara: pale green, pale pink Azura: white, gold Cordelia: black, red Ellaria: white, grey, silver, very pale colors Ginny: a fiercy, angry red

Specific Smells Neri: ocean breeze, salt water Niara: apple & honeysuckle Azura: citron Cordelia: amber Ellaria: jasmine Ginny: honey & rose

Favourite Type of Island and Season Neri: summer on a spring island Niara: spring on a summer island Azura: winter on an autumn island Cordelia: autumn on an autumn island Ellaria: spring on a winter island Ginny: spring on a spring island

Favourite Food Neri: Seafood Niara: icecream, watermelon, blueberry pancakes, cupcakes Azura: oysters, shellfish, salad, filet mignon Cordelia: sunday roast, fried shrimp, spicy food Ellaria: Mushrooms, coffee, asian cuisine Ginny: strawberries, meat, soup

Least Favourite Food Neri: greasy food, meat, alcohol Niara: most vegetables Azura: fast food, cheap food, candy, cake Cordelia: lentils, fish sandwiches, anything with pumpkin Ellaria: fried foods, asparagus, ketchup Ginny: rhubarb, olives, brussels sprouts, eggplant

As a Family Neri: the adopted sister that comes from an entirely different culture Niara: cheerful youngest sister, always getting into mieschief Azura: the wine aunt Cordelia: oldest sister, often annoyed at her younger siblings but quick to defend them/come to their rescue Ellaria: the mother Ginny: (distant?) cousin

Real-World Nationalities Neri: Danish (as Denmark is associated with the little mermaid) Niara: Dutch (the Netherlands are described as the country of flowers and her devil fruit power is flower-based, so…) Azura: English-Irish (the latter shines through when she's drunk…) Cordelia: Italian Ellaria: Japanese Ginny: Scottish

Inner Brain Neri: probably lot's of excitement over various things that are happening around her or that she wants to give a try Niara: having fun with her friends, pretty things she likes, crushes (well one crush in particular) Azura: is annoyed at stuff and/or people half of the time so that's in her head a lot. Also, training. Cordelia: work hard, party harder, looking hot while doing both Ellaria: the fate of the world, secrets Ginny: training, anger, distrust, more anger

Suited Flower Neri: water iris Niara: sunflower Azura: white lily Cordelia: amaryllis Ellaria: tall garden larkspur Ginny: fire plant

Are they Strawhats? Neri: yes Niara: joins after the timeskip The others: no Azura: is a warlord of the sea Cordelia: works at a bar - it would be a different bar in cannon but she could keep her overall story I guess - might have to join a crew at some point though otherwise the characters would move on without her Ellaria: is with the revolutinary army (at least for some part of her story) Ginny: is with the revolutinary army

Ideas that first popped into my mind when certain OCs came to exist… Neri: it's a show about pirates, there's GOT to be a mermaid Niara: I want a character that uses a devil fruit mmmh what about plants/flowers (strangely enough, none of my pokemon oc's ever cared much about the grass type lol) Azura: I want a cool sword fighting lady Cordelia: I want a hot fierce type of character that looks good in black and that doesn't take anyone's crap Ellaria: came into the picture much later, I only recently decided somewhat on her looks, only things I know for sure is pale green eyes and can sort of see the future. Might never make it into any kind of story but she popped into my mind so here we go. Ginny: falls into the category "looks cute but can probably kill you".

Made some Picrew of them coz I saw other creators doing that

Neri:

Niara: (fun fact, she's currently one of my favorites)

Azura:

Cordelia:

Ellaria: (I'm almost certain I'm gonna keep the color palette and probably the hair...)

Ginny: (not her final look probably but I kinda want to keep the scars idk)

I took her pictures out because I decided on a different look for her. She will be a redhead now. She definitely has a scar or two on her face.

Bonus: A picture drawn by @indig0pearl featuring Neri and her own OC, Sora, as well as Nami, Robin, Chopper, and three of our friends (here also draw as OCs - yes the alpaka is one of them, she ate a devil fruit^^)

[maccreadysbaby]

Project: Killcode

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

just a cute chapter with a little ANGST sprinkled in, your favorite

part thirteen

❝ DESCENDANTS AND A SADIE HAWKINS ❞

SUNDAY — JULY 22 — 12:47AM

"YOU OKAY, RED? You haven't said a thing since we got here,"

Bentley snapped back into reality, glancing across the table at Vera and Layla over the strawberry milkshake they convinced him to buy. He hadn't as much as sipped out of it. 

The ice cream shop hadn't been as far as he'd assumed — it was only maybe a minute off of campus, out of the most populated area of the city. A small, stand-alone parlor made to look like a diner — red tables, checkered floor, neon lights and all. Apparently that was popular, although it didn't have the waitresses-on-roller-skates thing they had going on where Georgia worked.

Ah, Georgia. The one thing he couldn't seem to stop thinking about.

"I'm fine," He murmured, running a hand through his hair to force himself back into some semblance of reality. "Last night was just... a lot. I didn't sleep much."

"I feel you. The party crew was pretty crazy," Layla commented. She had a huge banana split in front of her that was about the size of her face, while Vera had a plain vanilla milkshake that the blonde dubbed boring. Layla was wearing a sundress — pink, with tiny flowers — with her hair all curled and nice. Vera, in true Vera style, was wearing black jeans and a gray t-shirt with questionable looking symbols all over it. She had her gigantic bomber jacket in her lap.

He glanced up at her, and she was staring at him intently, brown eyes seeming to bore into his very soul.

"Don't," He ordered immediately. She blinked, lifting her hands up in surrender.

"Fine, fine,"

"I'm serious,"

"Okay,"

A moment of silence passed, and Bentley sipped his milkshake. It tasted nothing like real strawberries, but it definitely tasted like... pink, he guessed. It was good either way.

"Okay. I have an idea," Layla suggested, taking a break from vigorously mushing up her bananas into an unidentifiable sludge. "We hardly know anything about each other, really. So let's play truth or truth."

Vera glanced over at her with a deadpan look on her face. "Truth or truth?"

"Yeah," Layla announced, glancing between them. "It's like truth or dare but no dares. Just... truth. Truth or truth."

"Couldn't we just ask each other questions, then?" Vera asked.

After a moment of silence passed, Layla nodded. "Oh, yeah. I guess."

"Okay, genius, you start then,"

Bentley cringed. Being barraged with questions wasn't exactly his kind of thing — especially since about eighty-five percent of his life, between secrets and superheroes and kidnappings and the like, was off limits for sharing. (If only his father wasn't a psychotic raging supervillain. If only his dad wasn't the superhero who defeated him. Then maybe he'd have a shot at conversation.)

"Alright," Layla said, smiling lightly, averting her gaze to Bentley. "B. Have you always lived in Gotham? I heard it was scary there."

Bentley blinked once, twice, ignoring the way both of their pairs of eyes seemed to drill into his skull. "No. I used to live in another town. With my real father."

Layla hummed in curiosity. "What happened to him?"

"Layla!" Vera scolded, turning and whacking her in the shoulder. "Are you serious? You don't just ask people that!"

"Oh,"

"It's fine," Bentley murmured, spinning his milkshake cup around on the table. "He's in prison."

Silence ensued, and when he looked back up at them, Vera punched Layla again, harder. "Good job, doofus."

"It's really fine. I have no connection to him anymore," Bentley shrugged lightly, glancing between them, then down at his drink. "Except the way I look, I guess."

A moment of silence passed where Layla and Vera just looked at each other — the latter was probably scolding the former in her mind, Bentley assumed.

"Your turn," Layla stated, glancing over at him with a sort of temporarily hurt look on her face. (He wondered what Vera told her.)

He blinked a few times before he managed a couple of coherent thoughts. "Why did you guys show up to the gala if you live here?"

"That's easy," Layla replied with a sudden smile, expression flipping immediately. "Vera's aunt is like, super-mega-rich-business-woman. Vera lives with her, so when she goes out, sometimes she takes us."

Bentley glanced over at Vera, but to his surprise, she didn't do any scolding that time.

"We've been all over the place," Vera smiled lightly. "Almost all fifty states. I think North Dakota and New Hampshire are the ones we're missing."

"Wow," He breathed. Bentley couldn't imagine going to forty-eight out of fifty states. He'd only been to New Jersey and New York, and his life had been quite adventurous enough.

Vera hummed. "Your powers. You were born with them, right? Did you-"

She trailed off, apparently because Bentley did a bad job at keeping his face blank. He looked down at his milkshake as she continued: "...You're not a natural meta?"

He shrugged. There was no point in hiding things from a girl who would read his mind anyways, he guessed. Plus, his reaction had made it painfully obvious. "Nope," He deadpanned.

She and Layla shared a few wary glances. "You mean someone did this to you?" Layla muttered, slightly stunned. "I've never met a lab meta before."

Lab meta. That sounded like a nice thing to be called.

"I mean, I've definitely heard of them around school and stuff but... huh. Cool," She continued. "Do you like them? The powers?"

Again, Bentley shrugged. He'd probably have died a handful of times without them, but, in hindsight, they were typically the reason for his near-demise. Memories of being tossed around like a ragdoll and impaled in the biggest battle of his life flashed here and there, and he pushed them away with a sigh. "I guess. Not sure what I'd be doing without them."

"Does that mean Asten's were from a lab, too?" Vera questioned, and Bentley met her eyes for only a second.

"Yeah," He replied.

"Fire and water," Layla muttered. "Funny scientist."

Yeah. Funny.

Layla's phone suddenly dinged, and Bentley was thankful for it, because it took their eyes off of him. She pulled out a phone with a blindly pink case (did her dress have pockets?) and tapped on it, and within three seconds, was snapping Vera repeatedly in the arm and bouncing in her chair with this absolutely ecstatic look on her face. "V!"

"What?" Vera questioned, exasperated, shoving her hand away at the same time she was leaning toward the phone.

"The Spring Musical is Descendants three!" She exclaimed so loud some people around them turned to look. "I'm so excited!”

Vera looked at her blankly. "Last year we did Descendants one and two, Layla. Of course we're doing three."

"Don't ruin my moment. I'll get to play Evie again!"

Bentley blinked a few times, taking another sip of his milkshake. "What's Descendants?"

They both looked at him like he was utterly stupid.

"A super-cool disney franchise about the kids of supervillains turning to the good side and learning how to live there," Layla explained, almost too fast for him to understand. "I played Evie last year, in the school plays. She's my favorite! You've never seen the movies?"

Bentley hardly heard the last part. The kids of supervillains, turning to the good side and learning how to live there. That sounded oddly familiar, oddly similar to someone he knew. (Someone who's name may have started with a B and ended with an -entley.)

"Uh, no," He replied, fiddling with his straw. "I like older movies. With not so much... singing."

Vera made a painfully offended face at him. "You don't like musicals?"

He shrugged, again. "They just stand up and start singing in the middle of everything, and everyone just goes along. It's weird."

"It's the peak of cinematic experiences," Vera replied. "Layla and I audition for the school musical every year."

"Doing it in person is fine. Just not in movies,"

"Wow. Uncultured," Vera tutted, taking a sip of her milkshake. Bentley did the same, pretending that being called uncultured wasn't both completely accurate and slightly bothersome. (At least he was trying to be a normal teenager.)

"Tell me you've seen High School Musical?" Layla asked, leaning forward like it was a very important question. "At least High School Musical."

"I've seen it," He replied, a small smirk creeping onto his features at their intensity toward the situation. "Didn't like it."

Layla made a sound akin to a dramatic gasp, but a little squeakier. "I can't believe you said that."

"Oh, Layla!" Vera piped up, turning to the other girl as if she'd just remembered something and whacking her arm. She had this sort of mischievous look on her face. They seemed to whack each other a lot — it sort of reminded Bentley of Asten and Nico. "Guess what?"

"What?" Layla was quick to reply, looking over at her. "A new season of HSMTMTS is coming out?!"

"Eh, no. Well, maybe. I don't know," Vera shook her head. "Doesn't matter. What I was gonna say is Summer told me the back to school dance is a Sadie Hawkins!"

Bentley, completely oblivious to what any of that meant, said nothing. 

"A Sadie Hawkins? Wha... oh," Layla trailed off, her face turning suddenly red. "A Sadie Hawkins."

Bentley furrowed his brow. "What does that mean?"

Vera glanced over at him with a funny look on her face. "A Sadie Hawkins dance is a dance where the girls ask the guys to be their date, instead of doing it the other way around," She said, looking at Layla with a massive smirk. "It's next Saturday."

"I've never been to a school dance," He replied, glancing at his hands then back up. "Do we have to go?"

"Well, no," Vera replied with a shrug. "They're pretty fun, though. Not boring like public school ones with stupid slow music playing all night long. And you don't have to have a date or dance to go. It's pretty much a social night and free food and music if you want it to be."

Bentley hummed in acknowledgment.

"But it would be kinda good for you to go if someone asked you,"

Bentley was too busy imagining how weird going to a school dance would be that he missed the way Vera subtly elbowed Layla in the ribs.

"Yeah... it would," The blonde replied, with an additional spurt of nervous giggling.

He glanced back up at them, eyes flicking from one to the other. Layla's face was still dangerously red, and she was staring really hard at her ice cream. "Well, lucky for me, I don't think anyone's interested in the kid who had a panic attack his first day on campus."

Vera said nothing, and Layla erupted into another bout of nervous laughter.

Bentley, with a few blinks, glanced back down at his drink. Girls were really weird.

"Anyways — I'm pretty sure it's your turn," Vera stated, gesturing to Bentley but giving Layla a pointed look. "Ask away."

Bentley tapped his fingertips on the table, spinning his glass around again. "Uh... have you always gone to school here?"

"Yep. Since I was old enough. Layla, too," Vera replied. "Our families are friends with the headmistress — Summer's aunt. So we pretty much had no other choice."

Bentley nodded.

"Um..." Vera started, glancing around the restaurant. "How are you liking New York City so far?”

“I think it’s really cool. What I’ve seen of it, anyways,” He replied, swirling his straw around in his cup. “I thought Gotham was big.”

Vera chuckled. “You seem like… you’d be a farm boy. From, like, Alabama.”

Bentley scrunched his face up in protest. “What?”

“A farm boy. Y’know, with a dumb accent and straw hat. I can imagine you like that,” She replied, scanning him intently. “You don’t really scream city kid.”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure what I am.”

Bentley didn’t mean for it to come out half as solemn sounding as it had, but thankfully, Vera didn’t seem to pick up on it. Her response was a snicker with a quick: “Does anyone?”

Bentley hummed in response. Did anyone? He wasn’t sure about everyone else — they all seemed to know where they were from and what they were supposed to do, how people like them were supposed to work. Everyone had a way about them. Koa was from California, and everyone could tell. Asten was from Crime Alley, and no one was ever surprised when he said it. Vera and Layla were from New York, and it was obvious.

And Bentley was just… Bentley.

—

When he got back to the dorm, a keycard, a few school supplies, and a box of uniforms had been left on everyone’s beds. 

The uniform reminded him of Gotham Academy. There were five of them in the box — consisting of seven parts each. A blazer, black with a dark green and gold crest on the left shoulder, a solid white button up, a dark green and gold sweater vest, a green and gold tie, slacks, white socks, and dress shoes. Each piece was meticulously and painstakingly crafted, probably really expensive. Bentley wondered how much money the school spent just on uniforms for all the kids there. Varian said the kaycards went to the main dorm room door — that the electric locks only engage once the school year starts so there’s no confusion for the move-in days.

After that, he and Asten struggled through a painfully long (three and a half hour), painfully lied-through call with Dick, Jason, and Bruce.

They’d basically demanded they tell them every detail of their entire two days, which mostly consisted of lies, lies, and more lies. They couldn’t tell them they’d left campus (Bentley twice), they definitely couldn’t tell them about the party, and they couldn’t tell them about the drunkenness that happened after. He wasn’t gonna tell them about the panic attack. So really, the call was pretty boring. Bentley took up most of the time by dissecting each of their roommates and explaining everything about them that he knew excruciatingly thoroughly, just to stave their curiosity. He told them about what happened with Bellamy. He told them about Varian trying to teach them phase ten.

That… was about all he could tell them.

After that excruciating call was over, he and Asten exchanged a silent moment of mutual guilt, and then Bentley went to bed feeling like nothing more than a full dumpster with a flimsy Wayne Enterprises sticker dangling off the side.

(He had the name, but what was he, really?)

Then, at five-forty-five in the morning, the day school was supposed to start, someone started screaming.

It was a terrible, gut-wrenching kind of scream that was muffled from being doors and walls away. Bentley, hardly awake, sat straight up in his bed so fast he nearly whacked his head on the top bunk.

Asten’s first instinct was to practically throw himself off the top bunk with a urgent: “B?”

A moment of pause filtered between them as Asten realized it wasn’t Bentley screaming, because Bentley was staring at him, looking pretty bewildered. They blinked at each other for a solid five seconds. Then, when logic and common sense pushed it's way through the fatigue and panic in Bentley’s head, he pulled himself out of his bed and, with a pat on the shoulder from Asten, swung the bedroom door open.

The lights were on in the living area, now, and three out of four bedroom doors were open. Koa was standing in his and Varian’s doorway, looking like he might’ve still been asleep, and Valor was in the middle of the room in nothing more than a pair of shorts. Rockie was hovering near their room, and Varian was bent over at Bellamy’s closed door, messing with the handle. They all seemed on edge, slightly panicked — and Bentley wasn’t sure if he knew it or not, but Valor’s wings kept fluttering and twitching on his back like an anxious bird.

Bellamy’s room was where the screaming was coming from.

Varian seemed to be attempting to open the door, but it wasn’t working, and Bellamy was still screaming.

Bentley jogged over to him with a curt little: “Move.”

Varian did so without argument, and Bentley turned toward the kitchen, summoning a small few threads of water from the faucet. The five of his roommates watched in silence as they twisted and turned like snakes, slithering through the air to the door and slipping right inside the lock mechanism.

Bentley listened closely, allowing the water to feel out the space inside — to weave between parts and through crevices. He listened hard to how it moved.

About five seconds later, the door unlocked with a click.

Bentley didn’t even as much as glance back at his roommates before he swung the door open just enough to fit through.

The room was dark, and Bellamy was on the bottom bunk of his bed, thrashing around like someone was attacking him. Pale, and coated with sweat, he was screaming like it, too — vague sort of half-words that sounded too much like frantic begs for mercy. He was crying in his sleep; no, sobbing, throwing his tiny shred of weight around so hard the bunk beds were moving a little. The entire bed was unmade, the sheets even yanked off of the corners, pillows and blankets and one stuffed frog all sprawled on the floor.

Bentley wasted no time kicking the door closed behind him and crouching beside the bed. “Bellamy.”

He didn’t wake, but he did have some reaction to the word — a more violent thrash and strangled scream.

Bentley reached up and grabbed one of his arms, shaking it lightly, but hard enough to wake him up. “Bellamy!”

Bellamy thrashed himself into alertness with a horrified scream, brown eyes wide and wild, flicking around the room like someone was lurking in the shadows, coming to kill him. He was catapulted into a coughing fit that seemed more like him choking on his own tears, shooting off of his back and coiling himself into an impenetrable little ball on the edge of his bed, against the wall.

“Hey — you’re awake,” Bentley tried, but he didn’t think Bellamy quite heard him — he was crying so hard it was still making him choke, and he couldn’t really seem to breathe. After a moment, his brown eyes finally locked onto Bentley’s.

He wasn’t sure if he was really cut out for this kind of thing.

Without any other words, in one sudden, jerky movement, Bellamy threw himself off the bed and collided with Bentley hard enough to nearly knock the wind out of him. Bentley wasn’t sure what was going on until he comprehended that Bellamy’s arms were around him.

“Oh,” Was his first reaction — not very helpful, he guessed. He brought his arms up and around him quickly. “It’s okay. You’re awake.”

Through the terrible crying and choking, he felt Bellamy ball up the back of his t-shirt in his hands.

“You were dead,” He mumbled almost incoherently, hiccuping over and over like little kids did after long bouts of crying. “You died right in front of me.”

Bentley exhaled heavily, rubbing Bellamy’s back lightly. “I’m here.”

Bellamy said nothing, but seemed to cling to Bentley like he would literally die if he didn’t, so Bentley just let him. Wasn’t that what he ended up doing on his second nightmare in the Manor? With Tim after he saw Tim die? He sighed and rubbed his back again.

When Bentley looked at Bellamy, he saw himself.

(Hopefully, Bellamy wouldn’t become too much like him.)

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dedicated to @sassenashsworld ❤️

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[felice-jaganshi]

Strawberry Scented Love

Radiodust Strawberry Pimp AU

Chapter 9 - The Horny One

(ADULTS ONLY!)

There was one more week before Alastor returned to his post, except this time, Angel disappeared with him. A note was left behind for everyone to take a paid vacation, and they'd be back with an explanation next Sunday. 

 

~Wednesday, three days into the elopement~

 

A beautiful suit and wedding dress lay on the floor of a home in Hell's bayous. Alastor's vacation home, the closest he could get to Louisiana in Hell.

 

Alastor pressed Angel into the mattress gently, “Mon amour… I must confess something to you before we begin.” Wedding rings now adorned both of their left hands.

Angel chuckled, putting a hand on the back of Alastor's neck, “If it's that ya don't have much experience in this field, don't worry. I know. I'm not expecting something that'll rearrange my whole world or anything crazy. Just as long as it's you, loving me the way you do, I'll enjoy it. Promise.”

Alastor's smile turned warm. “Thank you, Beloved… you are truly too good for me. But that wasn't what I was going to confess. I… was going to confess that my Shadow would like to join us, if you'll allow him? If that's something you would enjoy of course. I cannot guarantee I'll last long enough to actually satisfy you, but my Shadow being more of a construct than a person, can go for as long as you need.” Said Shadow appeared beside the bed with a nervous smile and its ears drooping, head tilted to the side, looking as cute as possible.

 

Angel blushed and grinned, shock quickly turning into excitement, “O-oh! Oh hell yeah baby, he's part of you, right? And I signed up for the whole package. Till double death do us part.” Alastor grinned and kissed Angel gently. Alastor kissed back, bleating as he did.

“Thank you, Beloved… this means more to me than you know.”

“Oh I think I have an idea…” Angel smirked and trailed a finger down Al's spine to his flickering tail.

“You're lucky it's your first time, so I'm gonna play nice and let you be in control. But next time, I'm gonna rock your world so hard you'll forget your own name.” He gently grabbed hold of the tail, and Alastor flinched, face going red.

“I- I'm certain there's quite a few things you could teach me about this sort of thing, my love.” 

“Yeah there is, but don't worry about that tonight. I already got myself ready for you earlier, so we can just focus on enjoying each other tonight without any issues or major hang ups.”

Alastor took a deep breath of relief at that, “So thoughtful my dear, thank you.”

Angel then reached for a bottle of lube he had hidden under the pillow earlier that day. “We'll still need to get you ready, mind if I do the honors?”

Alastor looked at the bottle nervously, before nodding his head. “Yes, please. I'm still not thrilled about how wet and sticky this whole process is going to be, though I know ‘wetness’ is a necessary component for it to be pleasant for both of us. I'll get over it with time, I'm sure.” He was determined to. Angel was worth it.

 

“Al, you know you don't gotta force yourself ta do this, right?” He put a hand on Alastor's cheek. “Smiles, if this ain't ya cuppa tea, we can talk about it. Find some other compromise that makes us both happy.”

He closed his eyes and leaned into the gentle affection, “I know, Beloved. But I want to at least try it before completely ruling it out as an impossibility. Call me stubborn if you must, but I need to know if I can make love with you the way you deserve.” He then turned his face to kiss Angel's palm, taking hold of the back of his hand as he kissed his wrist next, slowly working his way down to his shoulder, across his clavicle, and right over his heart, before nuzzling into the fluff there. “Hm, so soft… just how do you do it?”

“Believe it or not, tuna oil pills. They taste nasty, but they make my fur soft and shiny. So it's worth it.” Angel closed his eyes and pet the back of Al's head with his free hand, gently running his nails against his scalp. Al hummed before returning to kissing his way down Angel's body, stopping when he reached his panties and the noticeable bulge in them. 

 

“You must be uncomfortable being restrained so, Darling. Mind if I remove these for you?” He asked it so sweetly, Angel was torn between being turned on, and finding it cute.

“Go for it, stud. I've got nothing to hide from my husband.” He smiled.

Alastor then moved one hand down to the back of Angel's knee, “Then what about these stockings, Love? I admit they look absolutely stunning on you, but I couldn't help noticing your reluctance to take them off.”

“J-just think it looks sexier is all.” Angel blushed and looked away. He was lying, and Alastor wasn't having it.

“Angel. Mon petit ange.” His tone was slightly stern, turning Angel's chin to look at him, “You know there isn't a single thing about you I could ever hate, correct? That I will love every part of you, without reservation or hesitation if you will let me, yes?” He held Angel's gaze, determined to make him believe his words.

“I… I just don't like the way my feet look. They're weird and deformed. Ugly.” 

Alastor sighed and sat upright, “Angel, you see all my scars, yes? I find them repulsive, but you said a moment ago, when you were disrobing me, that you find them sexy. That they make me look powerful… I do not believe your feet could possibly be so ‘disfigured’ as to make me see you as anything less than the beautiful man I chose to marry.”

 

Angel covered his own face with his hands, “Fine… if you're that curious, go ahead. I won't stop ya.”

Alastor pressed a kiss to Angel's thigh, “thank you, darling.” He slowly pulled down one stocking, kissing the skin as he revealed it till he got to Angel's ankle. He then sat back as he removed the last of it and looked at his foot. Two little pink paw pads with black claws at the end. He reached a hand out and took one of the pads in his hand. Angel flinched, and peeked through his fingers at Alastor's face. He gently massaged the paw pad.

“Hm, they don't seem disfigured at all, dear. Who told you they were? These are simply what spider feet look like. There's nothing strange about it at all.” He sounded so calm, and decided to start giving Angel a genuine massage, even rubbing his ankle and calf with his other hand to further relax him. “So tense as well, and from all the dancing you do, that only makes sense. Goodness, I need to take better care of my little star. I'd hate for you to pull a muscle or get a cramp on stage.” He was clearly enjoying himself. But not in the fetish way Angel was used to… It was just that he genuinely found joy in caring for his beloved.

 

“Fuck, Al, that feels great and all, but you're getting distracted… Please, can we get back to you fucking me? Or I'm gonna die of blue balls before the night is over.”

Al grumbled, nose scrunching up, “I don't like that phrasing. It makes this sound… basic and filthy. When this is far more important than what you do for work.”

“ DID for work. I'm not fucking anyone but you now. You put the ring on my finger, now I'm your problem, exclusively.”

Alastor's expression relaxed at that, and he took off the other stocking. “I wouldn't want it any other way.” 

He kissed the ankle of that leg, and slowly worked his way back up to Angel's inner thigh, stopping right at the edge of the panties he still hadn't removed, making Angel whine in both pleasure and frustration. “Please, Al…” He was begging now, and it made Alastor feel like his blood was on fire.

He pulled down the panties, revealing Angel's long and narrow cock. It was smooth, and tapered. A similar shape to his own tentacles, actually. Which was rather a relief for Alastor. Since it didn't look like what he expected a dick to look like, he was less put off by the idea of touching it. He reached out, and took the dark pink appendage in hand, stroking it slowly. It felt nice in his hand actually, soft yet firm, smooth but not wet… yet. The tip was already starting to leak, and Angel was moaning softly.

“Mph, Al, that's so nice. You're doing great sweetheart.” The praise made his heart flutter, and he felt more confident. He was doing good? He was making his beloved feel good?  

He let curiosity get the better of him, and swiped a little of that wetness from the tip onto a finger, and brought it to his mouth, wanting to see what he tasted like…

Angel blushed at the sight, “Damn, that's hot, Smiles…”

Alastor scrunched his nose again, “Definitely not a flavor for me, however.”

Angel chuckled, “Yeah, it's not for everyone. That's okay.” He reached his lower arms out to rub Alastor's ears, “But I'm proud of you for trying new things. My brave deer~.” His tone was flirty.

Alastor kissed Angel's hip, “I'm only brave because you make me so.” He sat back on his knees again, and slowly lowered his own boxers away, letting Angel get a good view of what his partner was working with.

“Damn, Smiles… You got all that, just for little old me? My jaws aching just thinking about taking all that in. Next time for sure, you gotta let me suck you off.”

Alastor blushed as he tossed away his underwear, “Must you say such vulgar things?”

“Well, judging by the way your big guy just got harder, I'm gonna say you actually like that idea.” He then reached a hand out to Alastor's hip, making the shorter demon jump a little from the contact. “Shh, hey, it's okay… We're goin’ slow. I got you, I won't let you have a bad time, okay? Trust me.”

Alastor swallowed around the lump in his throat as he resumed his position over Angel, “Apologies for my skittish nature.. I trust you, and while I do enjoy your touch, I'm just not accustomed to anyone touching that area.”

“Hey, you don't gotta explain it to me, I get it. Can I touch you? I really want to, you look so pretty.” Alastor nodded, keeping his eyes focused on Angel's face, as the spider slowly moved his hand across Al's hip to the base of his cock. “That's it, there's my good boy. Just trust me, I got you.” Angel kept whispering soft praise as he slowly jerked him off. 

Alastor whined, and bucked his hips into Angel's hand, “H-hah, Ange, darling!”

Angel smiled at how soft Al's expression became as he started to let go and relax into Angel's touch. He sat up enough to kiss his neck, “You're doing good, big boss~. Now, I'm gonna lube you up okay? It's gonna be wet, but I promise it'll make this feel even better.”

 

Angel thought back to a previous incident months ago…

 ~~~~~~~

One of their performers, one that had been trying desperately to get Alastor's attention and be called ‘Darling’, had insisted they both watch his newest performance and tell him where he could improve. He was trying for a “comedy skit” style performance to make their audience laugh in between the bigger numbers. To “reset the mood”.

Well, due to a miscalculation in how much lube being dumped on him would be funny and how much would be just a mess… Some of it ended up splashing onto Alastor's face in the front row. The level of immediate panic the radio demon flew into was insane! It was like a cat getting dunked in a flea bath!

 

The performer was sworn to silence after that. Never to say a word of the incident, and Alastor refused to bear witness to any more of his comedy skits. 

The only explanation Angel got from him was that he couldn't stand things that were wet and sticky, and it got worse when the “wetness” didn't go away fast enough when he was done with it. It was also why he preferred showers over baths. He at least had a sense of control then.

 ~~~~~~~

Alastor pressed his forehead into Angel's chest fluff again, “I trust you.” He hid his face in the fluff, as Angel slicked up his member. Alastor gave a conflicted whine, both enjoying and hating the feeling. 

“Easy, easy… you're safe, you're fine… it's just me and my hand…” Angel soothed him through his discomfort, waiting for Alastor to adjust enough for the next part. “Just let me know when you're ready for more.

He shook his head, “L-let's just get to it. The longer you touch me, the closer I'm getting to my limit, Love.” He rose from the comfort of the fluff to look into Angel's eyes. Al looked so desperate already. 

“Alright, alright. Not a problem. Here we go, let's get you lined up then.” Angel moved a pillow under his own hips to raise himself up a bit, then helped Alastor get the right angle to start sliding in. “Don't worry about being gentle, babe, I can handle anything you throw at me.”

Alastor pressed inside with a groan, stopping halfway, “I- I want to be gentle with you… I want to love you, my darling. Not hurt you.” He then started rocking his hips, slowly working himself deeper into Angel. Angel closed his eyes and shivered, it had been a long time since anyone had fucked him like this. It was a whole different experience from the usual rough treatment, and good god how was he going to survive this bliss?!  

Alastor huffed hot breath against Angel's neck, arms shaking as he gently made love to Angel.

Angel ran his hands along Alastor's back, “God Al, you're so good to me. Please, just a bit more, a little faster~ I'm begging here! I need you!” His pleas were answered when Alastor picked up the pace, moving his hips more firmly against Angel's.

“L-like this? Mon cherie?” 

“Yeah, just like that baby, fuck.” He held Al tighter. “So good babe, don't stop.”

Unfortunately, it wasn't much longer until Alastor started to lose it, and came, filling Angel with his hot spend. Angel groaned in frustration, and Al held him tight, shaking and crying, “A-ange… I- I'm sorry I-”

 

Angel pet his head, “Hey, you did great sweetheart. Don't apologize. You lasted longer than I expected for your first time. God damn, you got me so close! I didn't even think about touching myself, you were doing so good. We just gotta work on your stamina.” He smiled and lifted Alastor's head to kiss him sweetly. “I love you, you did good, so don't cry.”

Alastor slipped out of him and groaned, laying beside Angel. “Shadow, it's your turn.” He covered his face with an arm as he tried to regain his composure. 

 

Angel blinked in confusion for a moment, having completely forgotten about the shadow! Suddenly his vision was full of a misty silhouette of his husband, with a green grin. “O-oh, h-hey there. What do you have in store for me?” He gave a sultry smile to try and hide his nerves. The shadows purred, befor kissing him passionately and running his hands over Angel's body.

The shadows touch was surprisingly warm, and if Angel shut his eyes, it felt just like Alastor. He wrapped his arms around Shadow, who had more give to his form than the real Alastor, but that didn't bother him.

He felt the shadows length press against his own, rocking them together, and pulled away from the kiss to breath. “F-fuck, Al! Please, just put it in! I need it!” Angel was desperate, that kiss was so intense. He looked at the real Al next to him, who was laying on his side smiling at Angel, “You're so beautiful when you're enjoying yourself, my darling.” 

“Why's his tongue so long?” Damn, he could- ha!” He lost his breath as the Shadow pressed inside him and resumed the pace Alastor had been giving him earlier. Angel lost his ability to speak, just focusing on the pleasure he was being given.

Alastor ran a hand through Angel's chest fluff, “Tell me darling, is there anything else you need?”

“Just, touch my dick and I'm so done.” 

“Hm, perhaps I can do one better.” The Shadow contorted out of Angel's arm, becoming more smoke than solid in the middle, before its mouth was sucking Angel off. The real Alastor leaned over Angel to give him something to hold onto as he nearly screamed in pleasure. Al kissed Angel's neck over and over. “Come for me love, let me see you unravel at my touch.” 

 

With a final shout, Angel came down the shadows throat, which was greedily swallowed up with a purr. He worked Angel through it and slowly worked him down from his high before pulling out. The Shadow kissed his cheek once before vanishing and leaving the two alone.

 

“How was that, mon amour?” Alastor asked.

“Amazing. Al, that was the best damn orgasm of my life!” 

That actually made Alastor look surprised, “Truly? You're not just saying that?”

“Al, I mean it. I'm not gonna lie to you about this.”

“I see, well good. I'm glad I was able to satisfy you, as a good husband should.” He blushed a bit, looking bashful with his smile.

“This is gonna be the best honeymoon anyone has ever had.” Angel giggled, and dragged Al in for another kiss.

[dollivication]

need to have a cliche little date with Dante where we get a strawberry Sunday or milkshake with two straws and share it all romantic like (and then his fatass drinks the whole thing) 🌀

I GIGGLED LMFAOFGOGNM <333

going on a date (his idea, even though his broke ass has literal cobwebs in his wallet) at a cute diner, he orders the milkshake so you guys get the straws with a heart in the middle…. for the first few minutes you two are sharing the dessert.. until he starts taking larger gulps.

u look away for a SECOND and that shit is gone. he’s smug as shit and unapologetic he DOES NOT care that he downed it all in one slurp

just big and greedy….

[napofaluna]

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 huening kai x reader

↬ pairing: huening kai x reader

↬ genre: smut

↬ summary: you frequently order starbucks and every time you go you get to talk to huening kai. you both surprisingly have the same starbucks order and a heated conversation leads to a quickie in the back.

↬ wc: 2,753

↬ warnings: perverted!, rough kissing session, groping (consensual), dirty talk, oral sex, quickie, hair pulling/grabbing, female orgasm, male orgasm, unprotected sex, overstimulation.

↬ a/n: my second one shot on tumblr :D i hope you guys like it as much as the yeonbin one <3

↬ date: december 27th, 2023

it was sunday morning, and you decided to stop at your local starbucks for the usual order, a grande strawberry açaí with coconut milk and extra ice.

you looked through the glass door as you grabbed the handle to pull the door open and step inside. too your excitement, huening kai was working again today.

you approached huening kai and he greeted you with a smile and bow. “good morning unnie!”

he glanced down at your outfit for a moment, which you were wearing a small crop top, the straps of your laced bra visible and a miniskirt with black see through tights.

“morning, kai.” you smiled and put your usual amount of money on the table. “your usual?” he smiled.

he glanced down at your outfit again for a moment, trying to not make it obvious that he was attempting to getting a good look in of your beautiful body in the cutest outfit he’d ever seen you in.

you on the other hand, you were totally oblivious to this. his smile was so handsome and charming, you stopped for a second, before replying.

“yes, please.” you giggled, and watched as he got the ingredients out.

he looked charming as usual, but today he had a cute green sweater on, and his usual starbucks apron. he had fluffy chocolate brown hair that parted slightly between his eyes.

he noticed your gaze, and looked up for a moment. he had an idea in mind, since you looked so pretty he wanted to attempt to have a small date with you.

“it’s almost my break, i think i’ll make another. mind if i join you?” he asked you.

“no of course not.” you smiled, waiting outside the counter for huening kai to finish up your drinks.

when he left the area and approached you, you’d noticed he had the exact same order as you. “oh, your trying my usual?” you asked him.

“no, this is my usual actually.” kai chuckled, taking a seat. “it’s kind of ironic, isn’t it?” he took a long sip of his drink as you approached the table and sat down in front of him.

“that’s so cool.” you smiled, and took a long sip of your own drink.

you swore huening kai made it the best. every time you came to get your usual and it was somebody else working, it just never had the magic that was in huening kai’s barista work.

“mm.” you smiled, and took another sip before setting your cup down.

“is it good?” he grinned, also taking a sip of his own drink. “yes, amazing.” you said, and he giggled softly.

you couldn't help but notice nobody else was around, maybe it was slower on this hour because it was sunday? well, whatever. at least you got to be with him.

huening kai, of course, noticed this opportunity as well. he took it upon himself to spend as much time as he possibly could with you. learning more about you and getting to see your cute smile for much longer than usual.

you turned your cup slightly to see what huening kai had written on it, today it said ‘cutie’ with a cute heart drawn below it. you smiled super big.

keep in mind kai had never written anything like this before on any of your previous cups, he felt way too awkward about it. today was special.

there was nobody around, and he took yeonjun’s advice to finally try to spice up his love life with the woman of his dreams. that woman was you.

you blushed, and looked up towards him.

this was the first time you'd ever done anything like this together before, usually it was just him taking your order and then you'd sit down and maybe he'd talk to you here and there.

but this was different. you got to look into each others eyes as you spoke, and got to smile at each other too. it felt magical to him, and to you.

huening kai couldn't deny the feeling of butterflies that kept rising in his tummy, he was feeling all sorts of things for you. even more than the other times you'd talk to each other and he'd take your order.

as you continued your small talk, about ten minutes later you noticed his staring after a brief pause of you being on your phone.

“y-you’re staring.” you said, looking at him.

“i know.” he spoke, before saying, “you're so pretty.”

“ah, your just being kind.” you curled your lips, finishing the last sip of your drink.

“i’m not.” he spoke, “i genuinely think your pretty y/n, i-i always have..”

“kai?” you blushed, staring directly into his eyes.

you’d noticed he had finished his drink as well, and checked his phone. “i need to continue some work, my breaks pretty short.” he stood up, taking yours and his cup.

“want some help?” you asked, “i’ve got nothing better to do tonight.” you smiled at him.

he felt somewhat bad making you help him, but at the same time he couldn’t skip the opportunity of you wanting to be with him longer. so he nodded, “yeah, we just gotta go to the back since there’s nobody working right now. i promised too organize some stuff.”

“fine by me.” you shrugged, standing up and following him behind the counter. he opened the door to the back area, and you followed him inside. there were shelves of different ingredients and etc.

“could you count how much sugar we have left down there, just the bags. i’ll write it down here.” huening kai said, pulling a notebook from off one of the shelves along with a pen.

“yeah, of course.” you got down onto your knees, but sticking in the air slightly as you looked through the bags of sugar.

you didn’t know, but huening kai could see your panties. and he had absolutely no idea what to say. so instead, as you counted, he wrote down the numbers, glancing here and there and feeling extremely heated.

he smiled at you, as you stood up and turned around to look at him. “anything else?” you asked him.

“y-yeah. could you count the flour?” he pointed to the top shelf. “oh, um, here’s a stool…”

he dragged a small one over, and you stood up on the highest step. reaching up towards the flour. “okay, i got it.” you started to count.

this was the last thing huening kai really needed help doing, so he looked aside as your panties were visible again from where you were standing.

after you told him the number and he wrote it down, you started to get down, at that moment the stool became slightly wobbly. this gave you just enough to momentum getting off the steps to fall into huening kai.

you felt extremely embarrassed, being your clumsy self. but heuning kai held you up gently. you looked up to meet his beautiful eyes, staring down into yours with a burning passion.

the heat between both of you was visible now. before he could initiate the kiss himself, you’d already leaned up and placed your lips on his. cupping his cheek gently.

your lips were both soft, and cold from the icy drinks. tasted like strawberry. when you finally had pulled away, huening kai looked down at you with shock.

“kai, i like you… lots.” your face was red, you could barely keep eye contact with him.

but, too your surprise, kai had grabbed you again and started kissing passionately, you initiated adding tongue and wrapping your hands around his neck.

before you knew it you had both backed up into the shelf, kissing like crazy as huening kai finally felt it was appropriate to put his hands on you.

he grabbed your waist gently, but the feeling of his big palms on you only caused you to feel more safe and in love with him.

you smiled and you both started to kiss again, the kiss even more heated than before. you lifted yourself up onto the shelf so you could have your legs around kai’s waist.

“i want you, huening kai.” you spoke.

“y-y/n what are you?” kai stammered as he held you up onto the shelf. he bit down on his bottom lip slightly.

“a-are you sure it’s not too soon?” he asked you, but your visible panties left him in a trance.

“no, it’s not.. i only want you kai.” you ached for him, you needed him. “i-i kept looking at your panties. i feel so perverted unnie..” huening kai admitted, “i don’t know if i deserve you.”

you giggled a little, and smiled. “it’s okay, i promise.” without hesitation, you pulled off your top. leaving you in your bra. he stared like crazy and blushed too.

“i-i uhm.. c-could i touch you?” he asked you, and you nodded in response.

just like that, your lips collided again. your tongues fighting for dominance as heuning kai groped your breast.

his other hand gently went down to your ass, grabbing and squeezing that as well. at this point you could feel his big bulge pushing up against your clothed area.

damn, you could tell. he was definitely big. the outline of his cock in his jeans made you squirm slightly onto him, and only made him harder.

after he removed his apron, you eagerly moved your hands to the hem of his shirt, lifting it to pull it off, and he helped to do so. as you both tugged his shirt off he threw it aside.

he had beautiful pale skin, and the scent of his cologne was driving you crazy. he smelled like cherry blossoms.

“let me make you feel good.” he said as he rubbed your clit through your panties. “okay?”

“mmh, kai..” you blushed, pulling down your black see through tights. he tossed them aside for you, and then looked up at you.

cute flustered kai, you pulled down your panties for him knowing full well he was too nervous to do so. he couldn’t help but stare.

“k-kai.” you blushed, and he smiled at you. “i can see that you’re wet.”

“i-it’s embarrassing!” you covered your face, but he gently grabbed your wrists. removing your hands from your face.

“no, not at all.” he said, his hand rubbed circles on your clit. only adding to the wetness. “it’s cute.”

you blushed like crazy and moaned as huening kai touched you, but then he moved his fingers down to your aching hole, placing two fingers against your entrance.

you whimpered and squirmed slightly, awaiting his fingers inside of you. as he slowly pushed them inside, your insides practically engulfed him.

“you’re so tight…” huening kai said, biting his lip and pushing his fingers all the way inside just to see what sound you’d make.

you moaned out for him, and began to beg him for more. “k-kai your so good, please, more~” you begged, running your fingers through his brown locks of hair.

he pulled his fingers out slowly, leaving you aching for more and your clit throbbing. he got down on his knees.

“k-kai?” you blushed, but before you knew it his mouth was on your pussy.

you let out a loud whimper, not expecting this. he began to lick your clit, making you squirm and moan.

“kai!” you moaned out, feeling amazing for him. he only grabbed your hips tighter and began to fuck your hole with his tongue while using his other hand to rub your clit in circles.

he wanted to hear more and more of your moans and that’s why he continued to be so rough, you moaning his name had his dick throbbing in his pants.

he continued to pleasure you, tongue fucking you and rubbing your clit intensely fast.

“k-kai~! your gonna make me cum~!” you yelled, having nothing to grip onto except for kai’s beautiful locks of hair.

you gripped onto his hair for dear life as he showed no mercy on your pussy. making you reach your high.

you were sure you saw stars as you reached your orgasm, you’d felt amazing and huening kai now wanted more as well. he was surprised he even made you cum that fast.

you reached behind you and unclipped your bra, tossing it aside as huening kai stood up, unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans.

he had a huge tent in his boxers and that’s how you knew he was packing something. you smirked at him and blushed.

“don’t look at me like that, y/n.” huening kai teased, “your only gonna make me fuck you harder.”

you blushed like crazy, never seeing this side of him before. as he removed his boxers, you bit down on your bottom lip. his massive size was revealed and you knew it was gonna be so big inside of you.

as he aligned himself with your entrance, the tip of his cock started to get soaked with the juices from your pussy. he gripped onto your thighs, looking up into your eyes as he held you up onto the shelf.

“are you ready?” he asked you, smiling. his eyes were sweet and kind. you just wanted so much more of him. you nodded in response and bit down on your lip, nervous about the stretch.

he teased your entrance slightly, only fitting the tip inside of you. this made you moan and whimper with impatience, wanting him to go inside already.

this made him smirk, he couldn’t wait to push inside. but he loved teasing you because of the noises you’d make.

“p-put it inside kai~” you whimpered, barely being able to take it.

“ah? you want me?” kai smirked, before pushing deep inside you so hard and fast your eyes rolled back.

“k-kai~” you moaned, engulfing his cock. you were so tight around his length and thickness. you couldn’t help but whimper and squirm slightly.

huening kai started to pump in and out of you extremely fast, making up for the missed time he spent teasing you.

he pounded your pussy, the only sounds in the room were the sounds of your moans, his sexy grunts and the sloppy sounds of your wetness being fucked into.

you couldn’t even make out any words, he was fucking you way too good. you just moaned and whimpered as he rammed into you over and over deep inside.

he squeezed your thighs, using them to hold you up as he continued to move in and out of you.

“y-your so good~” he moaned, nearly whimpering, which made him embarrassed.

“i-it feels so good kai~” you ran your hands through his soft hair, gripping onto it gently.

you both got closer, your lips colliding once again. making out as he relentlessly pounded into you. you felt yourself reaching the edge again, huening kai pounding the perfect spot inside of you.

“g-gonna cum again.” you blushed, whimpering, barely being able to control it as your thighs and legs shook. you came on kai’s dick, and that didn’t stop him.

he continued too fuck you, overstimulating your pussy. the sloppy sounds were almost too much, and huening kai loved the way you felt. he only wanted you from now on.

“y-y/n- gonna cum..” heuning kai bit his lip, fucking you harder. “c-cum for me.” you moaned, and he pulled out, jerking himself off onto your stomach.

he came ropes onto your stomach, so much cum was visible on your belly. and he loved the way you looked with his cum on you.

“kai~” you moaned, panting harshly. feeling relieved, feeling amazing for him.

but it wasn’t over.

huening kai pushed inside of you once again, causing you to gasp and whimper. he began pounding in and out again.

“k-kai what are you?”

“i-i wanna cum in you so badly.” huening kai kept pounding, you felt him twitching inside of you.

“y-yes cum inside me please!” you begged, as your insides tightened around him he was reaching orgasm like crazy. his eyes rolled back, his hair a mess, you felt his cum filling you up.

he was moaning and grunting, the hottest sounds you’ve ever heard. and after finishing, he just stayed inside of you for a minute. both of you just panting and holding onto each other.

he slowly pulled out, you felt so full. you smiled at him, and he smiled back at you. “you’ll have to visit again.” kai said, as your lips collided and you started to kiss passionately again.

[sugar-softies]

Day 1: Farmer's Market, starring mine and @angels-cake's piglin ocs

Gilda self consciously smoothed her tank top down over her belly as she waited for Raven to wiggle free of car. It had been fitting much more snugly lately, her new boyfriend's influence.

Raven was unlike any boar she'd ever dated, for starters when they first met he'd looked her in the eyes rather than in the tits. He was also several hundred pounds heavier than all of her exes, and it was clear why.

"Alright, ready to get some ingredients." Raven's snout creased with a smile before squishing against Gilda's snout in a kiss.

She giggled, blushing at the gentle affection. "Lead the way."

The farmer's market in their town was one of Raven's favorite places to go, it was common for them to spend their Sunday mornings going from booth to booth talking and sampling as Raven found ideas for dinner along the way. He was an amazing cook, too amazing if you asked Gilda.

Sure, she was also a pig, but only half pig! She'd grown up watching her wolf father complain about her pig mother fattening him up, so some part of herself deep down had always taken pride in her former hourglass shape. Now that same part was blushing as she tucked some hair behind her ear and leaned in to eat a strawberry out of Raven's hoof.

"Mm!" Raven buried his snout in a bag of herbs he'd just bought and smiled. "I could use these on the chicken breast we have at home, and make us some potatoes and corn for a side."

As he walked his belly threatened to touch his knees. It swayed side to side clearing them a path, and caused him to breath a bit heavily as he lugged all that weight around.

Gilda kept careful control of her own breathing as the walking continued and she found herself getting slower and more winded.

"You're so cute when you're happy." She smiled and watched Raven follow his nose to a booth selling freshly baked bread.

"So are you." He bought a baguette and broke off a chunk, offering it to Gilda.

"I shouldn't-" she blushed and tried to politely refuse.

"What? Why? Does your belly hurt?"

"I've just eaten a lot today..."

Raven tilted his head. "Oh. A lot for you I guess," he chuckled sheepishly. "Well, it's okay if you're done, but if you're still hungry you really should try this."

Gilda looked at Raven's smiling triple chinned face and sighed, her heart fluttering and growing warm.

She took the bread and devoured it, her stomach happily accepting another snack to take the edge off a hunger she'd never noticed before dating Raven.

"Mm... oh that's so good!" Her eyes lit up. "Gimme the rest of it!"

Raven laughed and handed her the bread, buying some more soon after.

As the farmer's market started to wind down, the happy couple found a bench where they took some weight off their hooves.

The bench creaked and complained under their weight, but Raven laughed which made it easy for Gilda to laugh at it too.

"I've never been so full in my life!" She rubbed her round belly, appreciating how it still squished a bit despite being so taut.

"I could still eat." Raven hiccuped, rubbing his own belly and clearly stuffed despite wanting more.

Gilda smiled and leaned against him. "Hey, what if we ran a booth here? We could probably find something to sell."

"Sounds fun." Raven kissed the top of her head and gave a contented oink as they settled in to digest their morning feast.

[soupbabe]

Can I get an assortment of the Dano characters you write for with a s/o that loves to garden? Or a s/o that enjoys painting/sketching them? (I wanted to send you a request but I'm so bad at requests EEK SORRY!)

Gardening with Paul Dano Characters

Featuring: Louis Ives, Jay, Eli Sunday, Hank Thompson

T33TH HI!! I loved your idea and I think it's a cute prompt for the warmer months!! Tbh I just used this to write some of my favs + get some practice in writing some characters I barely written for! <33

Eli Sunday

- I think he would help you create a garden, whether for extra money or just for you to enjoy

- Don't exactly rely on him to do a lot of hard work though

- Sure Eli will provide the supplies and everything you need throughout the day

- but after you're done planting, he would want you to pray with him for a bountiful garden, for rain to come and bless your crops, and then that's it

- Would go on about how "we're" making great things together and how it's wonderful that you both are giving back to God's Earth

- Even though all he didn't do anything and you had to cater to the garden throughout the entire season

- Don't bring it up he'll deny it

Hank Thompson

- Hank just loves watching you garden

- He doesn't know a thing about gardening, he doesn't understand how you keep everything alive, but he is so enamored by it all

- I think he likes gifting you random seeds and house plants he thought you'd like

- Okay okay hear me out: Hank would totally love crafting those native wildflower seed bombs that are made out of mud and stuff

- He loves getting messy!! He loves spending time with you and playing with mud!!

- While it's not a traditional way of gardening, I think it could be fun night out if you and Hank went around throwing the seed packed balls into people's lawns and random patches of grass

- Then a couple weeks later, you two can go on a walk and admire your work!!

Jay

- He's so adamant about gardening, he has the greenest thumb out of the bunch

- Jay is sweet he probably has matching sunhats for the both of you

- All of his food comes from his own vegetable garden and he's so so proud of what you both accomplished together

- Even if there's wonky looking and small veggies, it happens sometimes and it doesn't deter Jay

- And if you love planting various flowers and plants? Oh he's just as in love!

- While it may not be your intention, he loves what you're doing for the local pollinators <33

- If you two had your own home I could guarantee that it just looks like a giant greenhouse. House plants everywhere.

Louis Ives

- Oh she admires your hobby so much!!

- She thinks about starting a garden of her own, planting strawberries or keeping a few succulents around all the time

- But honestly she just doesn't have a whole lot of time, so she just sticks to reading a whole bunch around it

- Yeah she's the kind of girl to think too much about flowers and it's meanings and she gives you them to show her love

- Please let her garden with you, teach her the basics of rooting and how to fence off wild animals and insects please she is begging

- Fun dates at the nursery !! Her being amazed at all the different kinds of plants and it's just an afternoon of ooo-ing and awe-ing

- Once she grows something and it blooms/ripens, she's so excited! She's sending you pictures asking if she did it right and immediately wants to gift them to you!

[adultalternative]

2022 Best of is finally here. I had like three-quarters of the list figured out pretty early on, but just had a general playlist where I added people before I listened to them to try to get more artists in at once. Turned out that was a bad idea.

Renaissance- First new Beyonce era I could appreciate live due to it instantly being on streaming. It is hard to write a real review for this album, because this is a going out album and I am still quarantining, and I primarily listen to my year end albums in a Free for All shuffle mode, but Beyonce still finds a way to surprise people 9 years after her self-titled album. My favorite songs are Break My Soul, All Up In Your Mind, Virgo’s Groove, and Thique.

Las Ruinas- Rico Nasty swung big and it paid off. Rock, G-Funk, drum and bass (amongst other genres) all make appearances on this album. People seemed to constantly mention that it was a mixtape, and you can tell, but so what? I liked the different sounds and Rico was able to stand on her own in each song without getting lost. Gotsta Get Paid, Intrusive, Into the Dark, Black Punk and Easy are my favorite songs.

Giving the World Away- Hatchie was able to make an ethereal baggy album. Another casualty of still quarantining, as this album was meant to be listened to on your way back from nights out in quirky outdoor downtown cafes in the spring. Shoegaze guitars make an appearance throughout this album, too. My favorite songs are Giving the World Away, Till We Run Out of Air, Don't Leave Me in the Rain, and This Enchanted.

Unsoothing Interior- Vero went from a cute EP to directly commanding first chair at a reality show reunion with this album. While usually, 90’s inspired albums are power pop/sunnier alternative rock and sometimes grunge, Vero dip into shoegaze and noise rock. If you primarily like Kim Gordon’s songs on Sonic Youth, then this album is for you. I like the songs Cupid, Sex, Me & TV Shows, and Beluga the most.

Sometimes, Forever- Embarrassed to say this, but this is the first Soccer Mommy album that totally got me. Her usual guitar only sound is balanced with sonic experiments like the jazzy Unholy Affliction. Also, her lyrics got to me more with songs like Don’t Ask Me and Feel it All the Time.

Nova Twins- Fun, angry and brashy. I like Cleopatra and Antagonist.

Bronco- Austin Butler wasn’t the only Elvis impressionist this year. Orville Peck sanded down his edges to make a more general country album, with unfortunately, less commercial pay off than there could have been. Bronco and Outta Time are still highlights.

Skinty Fia- Fontaines DC continue to excel at dark and brooding alternative rock music. Jackie Down the Line, In ár gCroíthe go deo, and I Love You are my highlights.

Strawberry- Dreamy alternative dance music. Patience etc… and Happy Happy are the highlights, but with such a concise project, just listen to all of it.

Stumpwork- I never would have thought that post punk would be a genre that I would fast track to my best of list, but here we are. Dry Cleaning continues to soundtrack rainy day Sundays with their detached, spoken word vocals with their expressive guitars. I like Anna Calls from the Arctic, Liberty Logs, and Kwendy Kups.

Lady for Sale- In a year with both crossover and alternative country releases, this release with a throwback sound drew my attention the most. While I was initially just drawn to Lola Kirke, the actress from underrated Mistress America, making a countrypolitan album as a Brit, I was soon surprised by how good (and accurate) it was. I like Pink Sky and Falling in Love Again.

Hypnos- Ravyn Lenae continues to be ahead of her peers at such a young age. A good take on psychedelic R&B. My favorite songs are Venom and Inside Out.

SQUEEZE- Very unique mishmash of heavier, noisy, alternative music, and more mellow singer-songwriter music. Now that I’m thinking about it, it sort of reminds me of To Bring You My Love. I enjoy the epicness of The Greatest and the sadness in Tried to Understand. 

SOS- Too late of a release (and not relevant enough in a quarantine lifestyle) for me to appreciate, but it did a good job at putting its foot in the door. I like Blind, Kill Bill, and Gone Girl.

Crash- Though Sucker and Charli could have been interpreted as pop compromise albums by some of the fans, this album definitely steals the title from either with no contest, but not in a bad way. I don’t really know how to describe this album, but it’s more Superlove and Doin’ It than Blame it On Your Love. Good Ones, Yuck, Lightning, and What You Think of Me are my favorite songs, although New Shapes is also good.

Coping Mechanism- Willow came back with an even rockier album. My favorite songs are Split, ur a stranger, and Maybe it’s my Fault.

Blue Rev- Alvvays went from a punchline for random indie bands with corny names to making a late in the year highlight for me out of nowhere. Great shoegaze in catchy pop formats for walks outside. I like Pharmacist, Easy On Your Own, and the Saint Etienne-esque Very Online Guy.

Traumazine- Megan thee Stallion had a rogue’s gallery that would be perfect for a 90’s kids action cartoon this year (Or the anime inspired visualizers for the songs on Youtube). Unfortunately, for her antagonists, you can’t keep Megan down. My favorite songs are Her, Anxiety, Red Wine, and Flip Flop.

American Gurl- Kilo Kish came back with a poppier version of her EPs. Good combination of poppy sheen and melodies but still experimental. My favorite songs are Death Fantasy, Choice Cowboy, and American Gurl. 

Froge.mp3- A drum and bass album that came out of nowhere but very catchy and fun. I like the songs Words and on and on.

Black Girl Magic- Honey Dijon provides us with more house bops after working with Beyonce for Renaissance. My favorite songs are Everybody and Downtown.

Finally, New- While They Hate Change's Finally, New is called experimental hip hop, for me the drum and bass made it more accessible and memorable. Some Days I Hate My Voice is my favorite song.

Us Ephemeral- Very coherent electronic album. A little Toonami and a little Telepopmusik. The title track is my favorite song.

Kaitlin Butts- Short sweet to the point country music with the right amount of sadness. What else can she do and bored if I don’t do a great job at capturing the melancholy of being bored in a rural area without being prepared for the bigger pond yet.

SRSQ-  Theatrical dream pop that makes me feel like I’m flying in the night. Used to Love, Saved for Summer, and Elan Vital are my favorites. It reminds me of Tamaryn but also Sky Ferreira.

Janky Star- I found Grace Ives too late in 2019 to include her in my best of (Or have her compete fairly), but Janky Star had a better chance this year. Grace makes cool music to dance to, good for either an imaginary pop up silent rave or by yourself in a kitchen while doing chores. Burn Bridges and Loose are my favorites.

[starlightkun]

You are writing for mark lee!!!!!! Finally, the mystery is over!!! "Baby Fangs" is a cute title for the book, Plus in my pov the title makes me think that it will be a really cute? book for some reason. And the reader (fl) is not a human but a sphinx in this book so it's a new.. thing to the strawberry sunday universe books. I always thought about the reader being a mythical creature if you write a book for human renjun in the strawberry sunday universe and thought it will be a new thing in strawberry sunday universe but mark & the reader both being mythical creatures here.. is really exciting for sure 💕 - 🌺

we did actually have a sphinx in pupsick! reader and jeno's boss, minseok, is a sphinx, but i didnt mention much else abt him other than him having sharp teeth so a lot more will be revealed about sphinxes in baby fangs. and its sooooo funny how you and i are like on the same wavelength bc i might b toying w an idea for a human renjun fic w a siren reader but its so far from being even a real wip rn lmao

but yeah im v excited for baby fangs i loveee my lil basilisk markie <33

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

244 of 2023

1. Is your tongue pierced?  

No, it’s not. I kind of love and hate this idea at the same time.

2. What is your favorite vegetable?

Cauliflower, broccoli, bell peppers, green peas, Brussels sprouts.

3. Are you a Liberal?

I don’t associate myself with any politics. I follow my beliefs.

4. What is your high school mascot?

We don’t do such things here.

5. When’s the last time you had s’mores?

Never. I don’t even know what it is, it must be something American.

6. What would you name your first born son?

Joris, but it’s not like I’m gonna have kids, ever.

7. Count to ten in another language.

Een, twee, drie, vier, vijf, zes, zeven, acht, negen, tien. Dutch, you’re welcome.

8. What do you remember from sex ed class when you were younger?

I don’t think we had it.

9. What’s the first instrument you ever played?  

I didn’t, I lack coordination.

10. Are caterpillars more cute or disgusting?

Utterly disgusting.

11. Could you honestly say that you’re a virgin?  

No, I can’t. Because I’m not.

12. Did you reject or accept your last friend request? 

Friend request where?

13. What was your favorite thing to go on at the playground as a kid? 

Swings, I think.

14. Have you ever made out with someone you weren’t dating?

Nope. I don’t touch strangers and I don’t want to be touched by strangers.

15. Can you recall the last time you sincerely liked someone?  

Yeah, now. I like many people, though.

16. Can you touch your toes?  

Yeah I can, but what’s the point?

17. Do you like to read? 

I love to read. I love books, I love reading books, I love buying books.

18. Is anything wrong? What? 

It’s boring Sunday.

19. How many siblings do you have?  

One.

20. What’s your favorite fruit? 

Strawberry, cherry, grape.