#i was gonna fiddle around for a bit with the controllers. but i am not awake enough to try to remember a b c d buttons

[energysynergymatrix]

tomorrow... i will play blazblue 1... if i like it i will simply play more of the games

[samthestrangerthingsfan]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, lots of parallels, reader is a lil down on herself but don't worry, eddie is down bad for her.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of weed and smoking, smut!! 18+, minors DNI.

AN: do i write 90% of my fics based on what pops into my head when i hear a certain song? yeah. also this is only half edited bc life. enjoy bbs <3

“Okay, okay,” You laughed. “One more hit then I’m tapped out, Eds.”

Eddie grinned, speaking through a half-held breath. “Oh no, Sweetheart. New stuff hittin’ a little too hard?”

You inhaled deeply, passing back to him what was left of the joint. It went straight to your head, and you flopped back, laying comfortably on Eddie’s bed.

Eddie inhaled, following suit, making your body bounce as he hit the mattress.

“Shit,” he mumbled. “Feel like I’m fuckin’ flying.” He grips your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Don’t let me float away, okay?”

You smile at him, taking in how fucking beautiful he looks under the dim lights in his bedroom.

“Never. You’re stuck with me, Eds.”

He looks down at you, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He took you in like he'd done 100 times before. Eyes trailing from your nose, to your eyes, landing at your mouth.

So fucking beautiful.

“Good," he breathes, pulling you in closer. "Just the way I like it.”

Eddie let go of you hand, only to wrap his arm around you and pull you into his chest. He placed a kiss to the crown of your head, "This okay?"

It's all I want. You think.

"Or do we have to get up and go watch that cheesy chick-flick I promised we'd watch.

You sighed, fiddling with the hem of your denim skirt. "I'd stay here all night if you let me."

That's all I want. He thinks.

Eddie leans back a bit, looking down at you. He's not sure if it's the weed making his so emotional, but he swears he could cry just looking into your eyes. "What am I gonna do if one of these dates you keep going on works out? What if someone takes you from me?"

He tries to sound relaxed, but the truth is, the thought keeps him up at night. There’s gonna be a guy that steals you away from him one of these days. Someone who can give you everything he can’t, someone brave enough to open their mouth and tell you just how much they love you.

and it'll crush him.

The laugh that escapes you is a cynical one, "Eddie, I've been on three dates with three different men, and I've gone home alone each time."

"So?" He asks.

"So," You scoff. "It means no one is interested in doing anything with me."

It’s true—to you at least. The guys you’d gone out with were either not looking to be tied down, or ran once they met you. The last guy thought you’d be easy because ‘the freak’s best friend has to be a freak herself right?’

The dates were a distraction for you. As your heart pined over the one guy you could have it all with, it was breaking too. Eddie hadn’t made a move on you—ever, and you weren’t brave enough too.

So the two of you sat in limbo, completely unaware that the other person was right there with you.

Eddie sits back, releasing you from his arms. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" You ask, sitting back as well.

"That. Act like you're the problem, and not these shitty fucking dudes you keep going out with.” Eddie tried to control his tone, but his temper got the better of him. He cursed at himself for it.

Jesus H. Christ, Munson, get it together.

You push back from him fully now, "Eddie, the common denominator is me. I-I'm fucking broken or something."

“Stop that.” He seethed.

It’s a command—a tone you've heard him use with Steve, or Dustin, but not you.

Never with you.

Eddie stood as you sat up, hanging your legs off the edge of the bed.

"What--"

He turned back and got to his knees right in front of you.

“Stop talking about yourself like that. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

He was close to you, and with him on his knees, his gaze was just at your eye level. “You’re not broken. There's nothing wrong with you, you’re—you’re fucking perfect.”

“Eddie…”

“No, no, just…just shush for a second.” Eddie moved his hand to your cheek, his thumb sweeping across it gently. “You think all this shit about yourself and it’s just not fucking true. I wish, for a second, you could see yourself how I see you. I fucking adore you.”

You feel the warmth of his breath on your nose. His large hand on your cheek warms you, and you lean into the touch, closing your eyes.

Everything is Eddie in this moment. He’s invading every sense you had.

It’s overwhelming.

You can feel your eyes brim with tears. “You don’t have to say that, Eds. I’m okay. I’m just…I’m lonely, that’s all.”

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. He watched you, he saw the tears hidden beneath your lashes. How could you not see it? See how you were…everything to him?

His mind stopped for a moment, deciding whether or not to take the leap, to risk it all and not run for once.

Fuck it.

“I’m right here, Princess. I’ve been right here.” He leans his forehead on yours.

You exhale his name, “Eddie,”

“What,” he’s quick to ask. “What is it, Sweetheart?”

Your on fire with how close he is to you. But he doesn’t mean it, not in the way you hoped he would…does he?

Your eyes open, seeing his beautiful brown ones searching your face for some kind of clue as to what you’re feeling. You clasp your hand on top of his. “Please,” you beg. “Please don’t say things you don’t mean just to make me feel better. My heart can’t take it.”

He laughs softly, bringing his other hand up. He’s cradling your face gently, “Oh, Honey. You have no idea just how much I mean it.”

Eddie is overwhelmed with you. You’re everywhere, and he can’t fucking think straight. Probably a good thing right about now, because he’s about to do something he never thought he’d be lucky enough to do.

“Can,” he clears his throat. “Can I kiss you, Baby?”

With zero hesitation, you nod, earning a chuckle from Eddie.

“Gotta use your words, sweet thing.”

“Yes,” it comes out as a plea. “Kiss me...please.”

Warm warm warm.

It’s all you feel when he leans in. Then his soft lips are on yours, all the while he’s holding you as if you’d be the one to float away.

Eddie kisses you like he’s done it a thousand times. Like he knows your lips and the pattern that drives them crazy. He’s trying to tell you everything he’s been too afraid to say since the moment he met you.

There’s no one but you.

You’re everything.

I love you, please, let me love you.

Regrettably, you pull away. Breathless from the kiss, but also how surreal this moment is.

“I-I,” you sigh, touching your forehead to his. “I’ve wanted to do that for forever.” It comes out as whisper. As if you’d scare him away if you said it too loud.

Eddie smiles, a relieved laugh passing his lips. “Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

It’s quiet for a beat, Eddie is looking at you so softly and with such care.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says with all of the conviction in the world. “My pretty girl.”

“Am I?” You ask. “Am I yours?”

He nods, "If you want to be." He moves his hands, resting one on each thigh. He rubs them absentmindedly, likes he's trying to flatten the goosebumps that had prickled across your skin. “...and I’m yours. You've got me, Honey.”

Eddie's grin was still a shy one. You brush your hand across his face, pushing back any stray hairs. "Eds?"

He grips your wrist gently, placing small, tender kisses along the inside of it. The gesture is so simple, but it sends a heat through you like you've never experienced before.

"What is it, pretty girl? Whatever you want, whatever you need...it's yours."

You intertwine your fingers with his smoothly, "You, Eddie. Need you. Wanna make you feel good, Eds."

Now it was his turn to get goosebumps.

"Fuck, Angel. You can't just say that to me." He breathes.

Your bedroom eyes blink twice, "Please?"

A strangled moan vibrates from his chest, "Who am I to deny the fair maiden what she asks for?" Eddie stands, holding out a hand for you.

You're pulled to your feet by him, and he's looking at you through a brand new set of eyes. "One problem with that though, Princess. You come first."

You gasp as his hands take purchase of your ass, pulling you into him. "If anything, and I mean anything is too much, or too weird, you tell me, okay?"

You're nodding again, and he tuts at you. "Uh-uh. Words, baby."

Your arms fall around his neck and you press your body against his. "Yes, sir."

"Ho-ly-shit." He moans. "Yeah, I'm gonna kiss you now. Cool? Cool."

He's hungrier this time, kissing with teeth and tongue as his roaming hands explore your body.

"Eddie, Eddie..." You breath through swollen lips. "Too many clothes."

"You a mind reader or something?" He jokes, ripping the t-shirt from his body. His body was a work of art in more ways than one, and seeing it now, like this, made you crave it all the more.

You watch as Eddie falls to his knees, "Can I?" He asks, pulling at your skirt.

"God, yes."

He unbuttons the fastener, pulling the distressed denim down until it's pooling at your ankles. Eddie then came face to face with your black-lace covered heat.

"I-I'm dead right? I've died and now I'm at the pearly gates."

Your hands cover your face, "Eddie! Stop!"

He stands quickly, "No, baby, no. God, please don't hide from me." He pulls your hands away gently.

Your shirt is next to go, and so is the matching bra. Eddie pulls his pants down, leaving his boxers on.

"Lay down for me, Princess. Wanna take care of you.”

The timber of his voice makes you tremble. Once your comfortable on the bed, Eddie climbs on too.

“Now, I know this is all new, and we’re figuring things out as we go, but…” Eddie pauses, laying on his stomach between your legs.

He starts kissing his way up your legs. “I’ve been dreaming of eating this pussy for a long, kiss, long, kiss, long time.”

You’re so turned on you can barely speak, but you manage to get out a quiet. “Well what are you waiting for?”

Your thong is thrown into parts unknown, and Eddie starts to feast like a man starved.

“Eddie, fuck—“ his tongue explores your heat. His hands hold onto your hips as you grind down onto his mouth.

“Uh-uh, don’t hold back. Wanna hear you, Princess.” He dives back in, lips sucking on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He slips in one, the two fingers. Pumping and curling them slowly until he finds the spot that makes you see stars.

The fire in your belly is growing and you feel your legs start to shake. “Holy fuck, Eds—Eds I’m gonna cum!” Your hands take purchase in his hair, giving it a sharp tug as you feel the heat engulf you.

Eddie eats your pussy, drinking you in as you cum.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” You release your grip on his hair as you come down from your high.

Eddie crawls up your body, kissing you. You taste yourself all over his tongue. “Don’t be sorry, Baby. Let’s me know you’re enjoying yourself,” he kisses you once more. “Plus, I kinda like it.”

You’re both breathing heavy.

Now it’s his turn.

Your hands touch his shoulder, pushing him gently. “What’re you doing, pretty girl?” He asks softly.

When Eddie’s leaned back against the headboard, you pull his boxers off. Pink, uncut cock springing from it's confines.

God damn...he's fucking huge.

"Gonna ride you, Eds. Let you feel what you did to me." You climbed on top of him, "Can I do that? Can I make you feel good?"

Eddie's nodding, not sure what part of you he wants to look at more.

"Uh-uh," you tease. "Use your words, Handsome."

"Fuck," He breathes. He palms your bare chest, moving the pads of his thumbs over your nipples. "Do whatever you want to me, use me, I'm yours." He leans forward, hot mouth latching to your other breast.

You sit up, allowing Eddie's hard length to slip inside your aching cunt. The sheer stretch and size is enough to snatch the breath from your lungs.

"Eds...Eds, shit. S'big." You moan.

His eyes close as he bottoms out inside of you, "So tight. Fuckin' pussy was made for me, she wants my cock. Won't let it go. She greedy, baby?"

You adjust to his size filling the void inside you. Eddie hold your hips as you begin to ride him, helping you to keep a steady rhythm.

"Look at you, Princess. Cock-drunk already, hm?" He teases.

Eddie is whispering praises as he fucks up into you.

Such a good girl.

Taking me so well.

My pretty girl.

Mine.

Eddie's pace quickens, and you feel the tremble return to your legs.

"Eddie, fuck, I--"

"I know, Honey. I can feel it, feel you squeezin' me. Let go, Angel. Go on, cum for me."

His words are like a spell.

You cum harder than you did on his mouth, and this time, it's his cock that's drenched in your essence.

"Gonna cum, Sweetheart. Where--"

You're entirely lost in everything Eddie. "Inside me, Eds. Fuck, please cum inside me."

"Shit, shit, shit." Eddie's moves become erratic. Sloppy thrusts chasing his release, and when he does, he all but growls in your ear.

He's breathless and spent, but his arms wrap around you. Eddie holds you, softening inside you. He kisses the center of your chest, the trail making its way across your shoulder, up your jaw, and to your lips.

"Hi." He says quietly.

You giggle softly, "Hi."

"So uh, not sure if this is a good time or not..."

You kiss his nose, "Hmm?"

"I-I...I love you. I don't know, just felt like someone should tell you, might as well be me." Eddie's big brown eyes search your face for any sign of regret or discomfort.

Nothing.

You kiss him deeply, "I'm glad you told me, otherwise I'd be sitting over here, in love with you, looking all silly by myself."

Eddie holds you tighter. "You, you love me?"

You giggle, "Edward Munson. I love you."

He pulls you closer, "You love me." It's a statement now.

Eddie lays his head against your bare chest. "I'm gonna get you cleaned up in a second, Sweetheart. Just wanna hold you for a little."

Rubbing small circles on his back, you kissed the top of his head. "I'm not going anywhere, Handsome."

[sleeping-sirens]

2:25 am

“hyuck?” you whispered, voice coming out in defeat. you’ve been trying to calm down your erratic heartbeats since earlier. to no avail. calling haechan’s name was your last hope. it seemed right.

“mmh?” he hummed a simple answer from behind you. you knew he was still awake even if only your backs were facing each other on the bed. his breathing was calm and slow.

“my heart is beating so fast…” you blurted out, calmly. just that, no introduction, nothing.

“i thought that’s how humans live?” he joked which made you roll your eyes. the bed sheets rustled in the calm of the night before you felt a dip beside your pillow.

“haechan, it’s beating so fast. like…not a normal kind of fast.” you sounded very serious, yet calm which triggered his worries.

“baby, it’s nearly 3 am,” his fingertips grazed your right shoulder blade, awakening a strip of goosebumps to trail down your spine. “are you okay?”

“no. my heart is beating fast, i can’t sleep.” you almost whined and he quickly turned your body to face him.

“do you want me to cuddle you until you fall asleep?” he smiled down at you. his fingers reached out to move a strand of hair away from your eyes.

“i want to…” you bit your lower, unsure of how to control your feelings. “but…”

“but?? you’re rejecting my cuddles? goodnight.” he swiftly turned his back to you, crossing his arms on his chest.

you stared at him in awe, smiling like a fool. “hyuck.”

no answer.

“donghyuck.” you called him by his full name in a teasing manner.

you heard a quiet scoff reverberate from his chest.

“baby.” you carefully extended your hand to his shoulder, applying a gentle force to lure him back to you.

“go to sleep.” he managed to mumble. not quite sure how long would he be able to deny you after hearing you call him the most desperate yet sweetest baby ever. he pursed his lips together as he waited for your next move.

he all but let himself cry out a whine when you retreated your hand from his body.

“aren’t you gonna ask me why is my heart beating so fast?” you asked as you lied on your back, hands placed gently on your abdomen.

“nope. just got rejected. so i don’t care.” he teased you so hard, he even started questioning himself if he were overdoing it. but he actually wasn’t, to you. he wouldn’t be haechan without teasing.

“haechan,” you started to explain in defeat before he cut you.

“-haechan doesn’t wanna talk to someone who rejects his cuddles-“

“it’s because of you,” it came out as a sigh, you wondered if he were able to hear.

“-you’re lucky i still love you even-”

“it’s because of you.” you repeated yourself, now firmly. you turned your head to his side, pressing your lips together and fiddling with your fingers.

“what?” he sounded confused and uncharacteristically at a loss of words.

“my heart beats so fast because of you. haechan i love you. it scares me how much i love you.”

and this sentence is all it took for him to turn around and face you again. he could only make out small bits of details of your face thanks to the street lights seeping through the window.

“scared?” his hand found solace in the apples of your left cheek, thumb swiping gently across your skin. “you don’t have to be scared.”

“i know, i just…i love you so bad, i-”

his thumb slid down to your lips to shut you. “and i reciprocate your love a thousand times.” his eyes glistened. you grabbed his hand in yours before pulling his palm to your lips and placing a sweet kiss inside.

“but i get it, i do get how scary it can be because all the time all i wanna do is keep you by my side, protect you with my all, never see you cry and many other things that i’m incapable of doing all the time. so i get how that can be scary,” he reassured with a smile and a nod. he spoke quietly, soft and like hot honey. he understood you and this feeling alone could not compare to anything in this world.

you closed your eyes as you took him all in. his voice, his breaths, his warmth, him. you squeezed his hand, slowly sliding it to where your heart was raging. you both stayed quiet for a second, him feeling your heartbeat under his fingers and you basking in the comfort of the proximity of his body. your fingertips tingled when you opened your eyes and found him looking at you fondly.

he was head over heels, extremely happy to know that he’s got such a pure soul by his side that only keeps loving him as they grow older. three years into the relationship and the honeymoon phase has never faltered. what better could a man ask for?

“you don’t have to be scared, just love me, please. keep loving me and i won’t ever make you regret it.” he pulled you to his embrace and wrapped his arms around you like his life depended on it. after placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, “ever.”

head empty, thoughts full of haechan. happy belated birthday my love🤍

[trueangel420]

Colin zabel , fem reader, he’s arresting you (rightfully so!) little tiny imagine wc 2093 (not proof read)

“I'm a detective. What do you mean I have to…”He coughed, his annoyance unmistakable. You sat on the curb, the cuffs heavy on your wrists. You let out a huff, the alcohol making you dizzy. “I'm a detective, Mare,” he repeated into the phone. Colin was usually calm, always the good cop who could control his nerves. But after being assigned to petty calls, his frustration was at an all-time high. “Come on,” he said, gently grabbing your arm and leading you to the back of his car. You followed him, your gaze shamelessly tracing the outline of his button up shirt, eyelids drooping. He placed you gently in the back seat, careful to ensure you didn't hit your head. You stumbled a bit, shuffling around and holding your temples.

“Head spinning?” Colin chuckled, trying to lift her spirits or at least make her headache feel less terrible. “Yeah, I can imagine. I'd probably puke if I drank as much as you did—that's a ton of tequila. Just try to relax.” He started the car.

You didn't know how you ended up in this situation. One minute, you were at the bar, throwing back drinks and dancing with random strangers, and now here you are, cuffed, confused, and sick to your stomach. You wore a black tube dress and Prada heels, courtesy of her daddy's money. You were the kind of girl who had never been in cuffs in your life. Back in the city, your dad was well known—anything you did was right, even when the law said it was wrong. You leaned your head against the window, stomach churning. You were only here for the summer; you'd never stay in this small, quiet town by choice.

“Your parents must be worried... what's a girl like you doing in a place like that?” Colin asked, his hands gripping the steering wheel, eyes focused on you in the rearview mirror. your legs started shaking at the thought of spending a night in a cell. Colin glanced down at your trembling body, trying to think of something soothing to say.

“Everything will be just fine,” he said softly, his tone comforting. “You're just in a bit of trouble, but it'll be sorted out soon. Take a couple of deep breaths, and try to focus on somethin’ else instead of being cuffed inside a police car.” He focused on the road again.

“I don't feel good,” you murmured, your cuffed hands fiddling with your dress. He glanced back, noticing how your eyes glazed over.

“Whoa, are you gonna puke, kid?” he asked, worry evident in his voice. “Not in the back of my car—” He quickly pulled the car to the side of the road, rubbing his forehead as he unbuckled his seatbelt. In one swift motion, he was at the back door, opening it and looking down at you. “I'm gonna put you in the front, okay?” you gave him a simple nod, the sickness creeping up your throat. You tried to hold it down with deep breaths.

He got you to the side, gently helping you into the front seat and buckling you up. “Don't go pulling anything,” he joked with a hint of worry. He was so used to party girls trying to bolt from the car that he assumed the same from you, even in your sick condition.

“Oh, trust me, officer, I'm not,” you replied softly, leaning back into the seat as the nausea began to calm. His eyes widened at the softness of your voice; he hadn't expected you to even speak. He walked back to the front, got in his seat, and started the car, letting out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding in. He sighed wearily as they pulled towards the station, noticing it was slightly empty with only one or two officers in the front. “Hey, it's Colin—what are you doing out here? It's one am,” the male officer yelled as Colin parked.

“Can you uncuff me?” you asked, your tone tired and annoyed. Colin's expression shifted from one of weariness to amusement at your request. “And let you bolt while we're walking in?” He raised an eyebrow, a wry smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“How about this? I'll keep your wrists nice and loose. But we're walking with a little bit of police officer-suspect dignity, alright? No sprintin'. And no kickin' my ass. Deal?” You rolled your eyes.

“I knew we'd come to an agreement.” Colin grinned, a chuckle escaping his lips. He reached for the keys and unfastened the handcuffs, gently loosening them around your wrist. His touch was surprisingly delicate, fingers grazing against the smooth skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Yeah, just doing a few rounds... Mare asked me,” he replied to the officers outside, coughing slightly as he unbuckled himself and then you. You were a bit more sober now, mind clearing up as he walked you both into the station. He brought you to a seat.

“I don't think we'll do fingerprints and pictures if this is your first offense,” he started as you sat in the old wooden chair. He shifted around, grabbing keys and opening the cell. “You get a phone call,” he said softly. You nodded as he handed you the phone from the desk. You tapped the buttons, calling your dad.

“Hi... yes, I got arrested for, um…” You looked up at Colin as his eyes narrowed in a furrow. “Public intoxication and starting a bar fight. You threw a drink at one of the bartenders,... and missed” he said sternly, his eyes trained on you as you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, for that... okay, see you,” you finished, fiddling with the loose cuffs on your wrists.

“Do I really have to stay in here” you asked, eyes closing as you sighed at your situation—this could go on record if he wanted it to. You walked to the cell, letting out another frustrated breath as you hooked your hands on the cold bars. “Gross…” you said under your breath, looking around the cell. He closed it and locked it. “If I'm in here, can you at least give me a blanket?” you groaned.

He thought for a moment, glancing at your small pout—you were seriously asking as if he was going to say yes. “Please,” you tried to convince. His expression turned into amusement, this girl really had a lot of request for someone in trouble. “A blanket... in a police station?” he asked, stifling his laugh. You groaned internally before pointing at something behind him. “They're in there, I know they are, and I'm cold... Look at what I'm wearing?” His eyes trailed down to your outfit, the black tube dress tightly clinging to your skin, leaving little to the imagination. He coughed awkwardly, still gawking at it. "Ok-Okay," he stammered a bit, grabbing the blanket and bringing it up to the bars.

You wrapped the blanket around her frame, snuggling into it a bit. “Thanks,” you said softly. His cheeks turned a bit pink, and he quickly turned away, sprinting to the desk. He decided that filling out paperwork would distract him until the next officer came to switch out. you knew you’d be in for hours, dad's warning echoed in your mind: “Don't cause any more trouble. I'm here for work. Next time, you're gonna spend the night in that cell.” And he meant it, here you were sitting there, boredly clinging to your blanket.

“Officer,” you called out, looking at him intently. His short brown hair was messy as he briefly glanced up at you. You noticed how dark his eyes were, almost black, his skin pale, he looked tired. He raised his eyebrow, letting out a hm. “Detective Zabel,” he corrected, his eyes staying trained on the paper. You bit her lip slightly, taking in his appearance before smiling. “Can I get a bottle of water, Mister Zabel?”

He looked under the desk, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini-fridge stored there. Jogging up to the bars, he slipped it through, setting it on the floor for her.

“Thank you, Detective... you know,” you started, grabbing it with her cuffed hands and twisting the top off with her lips. “My daddy's a detective too,” you said, your tone almost amused. His eyes widened in surprise as he leaned against the bars. “That should give you more motivation to be a good girl, shouldn't it?” he said, not realizing how he sounded.

“A good girl? i’m good” you scoffed, giving him a playful look as your cheeks heated up slightly. “Then why are you drinkin' so much, kid?” he asked softly, looking into her eyes.

“I'm an adult; I can drink,” you replied simply, taking a sip of water. Truthfully, you had a problem. you’d never admit it, but the stress of your father being so distant—always prioritizing his job over you—took a toll. Whenever you were reminded of your mother, you would drown the thoughts with whatever alcohol you could get your fingers on.

He could sense the inner turmoil just from that reply. Your nose wrinkled up as you said it, hinting at something deeper, but it wasn't his place to pry. Or maybe it was just that your nose wrinkling up distracted him—it was so cute. He shifted around a bit, moving away from the bars, trying to shake off the thoughts. He was a professional.

“True, but you aren't even 21 yet, kid. Drinking like that could get you into more trouble than you are now... I let you off, yanno,” he said sincerely. “Detective Zabel. You don't have to call me a kid—” you started, but he groaned, letting out a soft chuckle. "You are a kid to me," he continued, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“You're like 28; how am I a kid to you?” you asked, your face twisted into confusion. Colin chuckled softly, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth the moment the words left your lips. “28?” he repeated, eyebrows arching slightly in surprise. A wry grin crossed his face, a touch of humor glinting in his eyes. “Try 35, kid. I may have been blessed with an ageless face, but these lines ain't no lie.”

You cocked your head to the side, doing a double take at him before shaking your head. “You look good, Detective Zabel,” you said with a shrug. Colin blinked his eyes wide, the corners of his lips curving into a flattered smile. His cheeks slightly tinged with a soft blush, the compliment clearly caught him off guard. He couldn't think of the last time he'd gotten a compliment from a woman, especially one so forward.

“Oh, uh- thank you,” he replied, rubbing shyly at the nape of his neck. You noticed his dimple poking out, smiling to yourself. You had made him fluster from one small compliment.

“Are you trying to butter me up?” he asked softly, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. You shook her head, a hint of mischief dancing in your voice. “No, but a little conversation can make time fly by. I'm not getting out of here anytime soon,” you huffed, frustration evident in your tone.

“Why not, kid? Thought you were getting picked up soon?” he said, puzzled, looking at the phone and then back to you.

“Yeah, he wants me to deal with the consequences, yanno... detective stuff,” you said with a slightly bitter laugh. Colin nodded in agreement; he would be that strict too. “I would too, kid. Getting drunk and causing all that ruckus in a town as small as this—if you got out, everyone would know,” he adds tiredly. You nodded in agreement, but you didn't care about what they thought. you were there as long as your dad's investigation lasted.

“Well... you're still a young woman, a beautiful young woman, might I add. You stay out of trouble,” he replied awkwardly, letting out a yawn. You giggled softly, noticing his discomfort as his eyes avoided yours while he nodded.

“I'll try,” you teased, leaning against the wall, yawning quietly. “Oh, you're getting tired... I'm gonna give you something to lay your head on,” he said gently, looking at his jacket shuffled into the corner. He grabbed it before opening her cell, sitting it near her. “Go to sleep; by morning, your dad should be here,” he said, locking it and going back to his boring paperwork, his cheeks still red

[secretaccountlol]

Smut with Peter x Reader where it’s their anniversary ( wedding or dating you choose) and they go raw for the first time and Peter is a absolute mess plus his dick is sensitive

Hiii~! Hm so. Hopefully this is to your expectations-!

So I interpreted, this as a bit of a subby/switch Peter I hope that’s alright.

this also can be read any spidey too :3

Also you didn’t use any she pronouns so I went ahead and made the reader AFAB! :3

18+ no minors <3

Cw:overstimulation, unprotected sex, teasing,switch!reader, switch! Peter.

“Peter…”

“Yeeesss?”

“Why am I blindfolded?”

“Can I not surprise my fiancé?”

Peter says ‘fiancé’ with a French accent, putting extra flavor in the ‘e’.

“You can but why do I have to be blindfolded!”

“Mm cus it makes it more exciting?”

You groan, “get on with it, Pete!”

“Ugh! Ewww ungrateful!” Peter put on a false voice, you held your laugh trying to keep the appearance of annoyance.

“I can see trying not to smile, baby. Can’t fool me” even though you can’t see him grinning, you could feel it.

“Okay, you caught me but please no more waiting I’m excited!”

“Alright.”

You felt a woosh as your eyes adjusted to the light, a gasp emits from your mouth as you feel Peter hug you from behind.

“Like it?”

“Awh, Pete you shouldn’t have.”

The living room was decked out with fairy lights, your couch was made into a fort moved from its original place to make way for big comfy blankets and pillows replaced it, with your favorite snacks and drinks in the middle and your head turned to the tv.

“Peter…” you feel a press of a kiss on your cheek as your eyes glitter with tears, an album of your best moments together plastered on the screen, some of the pictures were just of you when you weren’t looking at Peter. He liked that, taking pictures of you off guard, it was “artistic” he said.

“Do you like it?” You nod squeaking out a “yes”, it was clear you liked it but Peter always needed that extra reassurance.

You run over to the fort, you can’t contain your joy.

“Wait wait, before we sit down.” Peter puts his hands out before shooting his webs to grab a bag on the counter.

“Matching PJs.” Peter shrugs and you squeal with delight.

-

“Peter.”

“Yes, love?”

Your eyes train on Peter, biting your lip.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing nothing- just..I-I uhm have a ‘surprise’ b-but I feel like it’s lame compared to” you pause motioning all around the room, “This!”

“You know I don’t care about how grand it is.” Peter nuzzles his nose with yours making you giggle.

“W-well uhm. I-hh..”

Peter leans into you, eyebrows raised awaiting your answers.

“I-..started taking birth control. S-so we could ..”

“Do it without a condom?” Peter finished your sentence, his eyes glossed over, you nod you couldn’t get the words out so you’re glad he said it for you.

“I-i wanted it to be a surprise for our anniversary” you fiddle with your PJs you lift to see his eyes, his jaw was clenched as you scanned his face your eyes naturally travel down to his bulge.

The fabric strained against it you wet your lips instinctively stealing a glance at Peter’s lust-blown eyes, “I’m not gonna lie..I-i really I want to fuck you right now.”

“I mean” you pause, biting your lip, “I-I told you for a reason.”

You watch that as a glint in Peter started to form, the same glint you always see when you know he’s about to tease you.

“Tell me what you need, pretty one?” Peter’s hand's inch up your thighs, his head dipped down low to try to meet your eyes.

“Pete..”

“Come on, you can do it.” Pete’s lips graze your cheeks, his mouth near your ear now.

“We won’t get anywhere with silence, y’know? Communication is key right?”

“R-right.”

Peter holds your chin hostage forcing you to stare into his eyes, “What do you wanna do, hm?”

Your eyes wander a bit before you snap back to him via his hands gripping your chin hard, it makes you whimper.

“I guess you don’t wanna-“

“No!”

You close your eyes, breathing through your nose because opening them again, “n-no I.. I want t..to have sex with you…!” Your lips wobble after you spoke, he knew you were shy and he loved to exploit it.

“Now was that so bad?” Peter smirked as you broke out of your shy trance, you push him away

“Oh fuck you! You know I get flustered when you do that stuff!”

Peter’s hands play with the buttons on your shirt, undoing them one by one, “can’t help myself, you look so cute when your all embarrassed like that” Peter discards your pajamas top leaving your bare chest on display, you feel the urge to be modest but you know how Parker would react. His hands hooked onto your PJS bottoms, you lifted to help him slide them off you.

“God I’ll never get tired of looking at you, y’know that?” Pete traces your nipples with his tongue before undoing his shirt and pants.

You hum in agreement, “What’s with the rush, Petey?” you tease, well try to at least you leaned into his face, planting kisses gently which were returned in good favor. “Mm, when’d you learn how to tease?” Pete’s hands were soft as they cupped your face.

“You”

“Me?” he giggled as you nodded, “Nice to know I rub off on you.” His fingers creep up the sides of your body, eventually reaching your boobs giving them a squeeze then rubbing them in soft soothing circles.

“Pun intended”

“You’re so corny! we’re about to raw dog for the first time and you're making puns?” You climb into his lap, pouting to keep yourself from laughing at his antics.

“Mm, cus I know it makes you happy and cus I know you're nervous..” Petey smiles as your eyebrows arch.

“Mm? I’m not nervous bout that..” your head tilts in confusion until it hits you, he’s nervous. “Aw babe..” you shift your weight, pressing your core into his bulge.

Peter’s breath hitched, “I’m not nervous at all, I can’t wait to feel you cum in me.” Your eyelid lowered, your hands picking at his boxers, before diving into them, fishing out his cock.

Your hands glided up and down his cock, Peter's sharp breath made you grin your pace sped up in the effort for more. “Fuck-! W-who are you? W-what have you done to my fiancé?” Peter smirks in false control, only to be interrupted by a kiss from you.

“S-so soft.. I-i love your hands-“ Peter’s hands grasp your wrist, “but I don’t wanna c-cum there.” You pull your hand away, leaning back to study his face as his hands went to return to favor. Slithering into your waistband, “god, you’re so wet..I can’t wait to fuck you” Peter groans, his fingers slipping up and down your slit, probing your hole.

Your hips buck up with soft sighs, “No point in w-waiting, I’m wet e-enough..” you lift letting Peter slip off your underwear, “I wanna see your f-face when you enter me” you felt hot, you’ve never been this straightforward with him before but you could tell he relished it.

Peter nodded, breathless as you lined yourself with him. You grasp his dick, you push the tip against your clit, letting your slick cover it.

“Fuck- god! That.. that feels so good..” Peter’s words were through gritted teeth. “P-please baby put it in..” you feel a fire ignite in you, you want more.

You leaned against his chest, allowing your body to grind against his cock, letting your pussy slip up and down, “bab-baby fuck that feels so good. Please please- l-let me fuck y-you.” His voice was higher than usual, hands on the floor gripping the sheets, his hips trying but failing not to thrust into you.

“I’m sorry I was just getting payback for all the times you’ve edged me” you leave kisses on his lips, as you guide his dick to your hole, letting yourself slide onto it, agonizingly slow moaning as you adjust. Your eyes gazed at Peter, his mouth open but no words or sounds just pure bliss, his eyebrows knitted together, head thrown back.

You raise yourself, slamming back down, skin colliding on skin making a delicious smacking sound.

Peter whimpers, “fuckfuckfuck- you feel like heaven oh my god! So..sososo warm ohh.”, his hands instantly are off the floor and onto your hips. “Please d-don’t stop..! D-don’t stop pleasepleaseplease…!” Peter’s whines filled the air, his voice made your insides clench.

“Aah- fuckfuck- please do that again. Fuck! it feels so good.” His hands use your hips as handlebars, using them to push and pull you up and down his cock. “M-more more more I need more..! Nngh-“

“Oh god- Pete! Mmhn- “ your legs hug him tight, driving him deeper into hitting directly into your g spot, your head is thrown back as it hits over and over again.

Peter whines, “ooh-“ his thrust are sloppy as he fucks himself into you. “N-never been so dee-ahh…!“ Peter's hands are quickly planted on your back, laying you down, returning to hips in seconds.

A crushing grip, that will leave bruising marks to be remembered and kissed upon tomorrow. Peter’s whimpers swell in your mind as your own choked moans spill out your mouth.

Your hands travel down to your clit rubbing furious circles as you sob in pleasure. “P-peter! Mmmh- so fast..!” Your free hand pulls his head down for a kiss, his shaky breaths against your soft lips, you muffle both of your moans with a searing kiss.

Tongues and teeth clashing in a mess of lust and love, little whispers of “I love you” bounce back and forward as eyes gaze at each other through hazy vision and tears.

“Ooh..Pete-“ your eyes close as you buck up, “S-say my name again, please..” soft touches of the cheek compel you to say again and again, Parker’s fingers dig into your skin as his thrust becoming harder and harder making your body shake as your eyes pinched.

You arch as you feel yourself clenching, pressure building up more and more at your core. Peter keeps his tempo as you squirm, “g-gon-“ your hands go haywire as you let out a scream.

Your ears ring as you pant, fingers splayed out on his chest. “Oooh” Peter whines out more obscenities as he fucks you through your orgasm, “Y-y..fuck even more wet..I’m- fuck soosososo cl-“ peter sobs, hiccuping as his moans get louder.

“Fuck! Ilov- Mm! Iloveyousomuch!!” Peter's rough fingers make their way to clit, harsh and fast strokes make you whine, your body moves against your will trying to match his thrusts.

“I-I’m - shitshitshit- imcummin’!” Peter’s eyes roll back as he pumps into you, a warm pressure courses through your body as Peter's cock pulses in you, “Hhn-oh I-I can feel you in me..” you push your body against his cock, Peter throws his head back as obscenities flow out of his mouth.

“Ah-..! Y-you mm- you're practically milking me. Fuck-“ Peter presses down on your stomach you groan in delight. “I-I’m g-gunna cum again, Ah-mmhnn!” You throw back again, convulsing with pleasure.

“M-me too, fuck your- “ Peter grunts as crams more

cum into your hole, “Y-ya take it..take it”

The room was stuffy, both your heads were spinning as you breathed as you stared at each other.

“T-that was..”

“Amazing, spectacular, sensational?”

You half-hazard hit him, “You’re such a goofball!”

“Mmm, you love it though. Dontcha?” Peter winks with his head tilted, his hair stuck up and all different ways.

“Hate to admit it, but you’re right.” You ruffle his hair.

[ahollowgrave]

Hey! I love your screenshots so much! Do you have a guide on how you take them? Which mods, if any, do you use? How do you get the camera parallel to the ground at different heights etc? Any help would be amazing. Thank you!

Hey! Thank you! I love them, as well, and it’s always lovely to hear when others do!

Unfortunately, I am not much of a technical writer so I don’t have any guides.The reality is I spend hours and hours taking screenshots and I often feel like I luck into things looking nice.

But I can give you the same tips I give to my friends who have said it’s helpful advice:

Vanilla gpose is very good! You can do a lot in it without the need for 3rd party tools and I’ve found having a good, solid understanding of how gpose works is what really rockets shots into ‘oh wow’ territory. You really just have to touch all the buttons and see what they do and how they interact with each other.

The main thing is, for re/g-shade users: If it doesn’t look good in vanilla lighting, the preset isn’t going to make it suddenly stunning.

The second thing, for everyone, is: Play. Play is very important. If you’re not having fun you’re probably not gonna love the final result. If it feels like a chore, come back to it later! Play a different game!

The third thing, for everyone, is: These are not rules, these are not laws. Just because I do something a certain way doesn’t mean it���s the ‘right’ way to do it. Your eye is what makes your art beautiful.

I'm putting the rest under a cut because this wound up being three pages without the pictures because I ramble.

The parts of vanilla gpose I touch with every shot:

Camera Position: The first slider is your field of view. For portraits I set it to 200, but I tend to fiddle with it in all other shots until I get something I like. The second slider is rotation, very helpful to get to exactly 45 degrees or 90 degrees for shots. But you should also be able to use Q and E to rotate and this is fun to get neat angles on shots! Play with it!!

Depth of Field: I’ll be honest, I turn this sucker off because Reshade has ADOF which I think is better! But, I still suggest playing with this a little bit.

Lighting settings: You have three lights, each with three levels and each able to be a unique color. USE THEM. Find lighting objects in your setting that you can use to base the colors and directions off of. Is the moon full and above? Use a pale blue light as a rim light. 3a. Also, highly recommend looking at RL photography lighting set ups. This has been the most helpful. You can do a lot with three lights!!!!! 3b. Typically, I am mostly using two lights at type 1 or type 2. Sometimes I’ll use a third light, or that type 3 lighting, but it depends heavily upon the vibes. 3c. On this page there is ‘Character Lighting’ this makes your character brighter. I don’t use this at all because it tends to wash out shadows and shadows are an important part of lighting. I DO suggest that YOU use this to see how it works! A little is a lot, you know? 3d. THE MAIN THING IS TO PLAY WITH IT. Get weird with the lighting. Do really intense close up lights! Do funky colors! Cover them in bi lighting!!!!

Lighting Round Two: The one thing that my friends have said is the most helpful is telling them to use the Manual Birghtness Adjustment. This is on the general tab, not with your other lighting settings (circled in red). This controls the light of the WHOLE setting, including the brightness of your three lights. This is what really makes me go OH WOW. Turn it on, wiggle it around, be amazed. (Say it with me: Play with it!)

ADJUST YOUR LIGHTING.

Vanilla Gpose has a Motion Settings tab. This is what I use for my expressions but also a lot of ‘poses’ are just well captured emotes. A lot of this tab should be self explanatory.

The Eyes: The first eye has your subject turn to face the camera. You can have them look in a direction, turn it off, and freely move your camera around. The second eye is eye tracking. This is your friend! The head will stay stationary and the eyes will follow the camera.

Movement: Walk, run, sprint. Forward, left, right, back. Pause, play, reset.

Lip Movements: This, in junction with expression emotes, is very handy! Type 1 is minimal, type 3 is a lot more head movement. Pause, play, reset buttons.

Emotes: You already know what I’m gonna say. PLAY WITH THIS. Almost every emote can have an expression emote overlaid it and have lip movement added.

A personal favorite is /aback, /beam, lip movement 2, eye tracking.

Now. When you enter Gpose your subject is gonna be doing the animation they were last doing. To stop this, ground sit and stand before you enter gpose to start with a clean slate. However, this is also how you can get cool action shots. Using a dummy you can use an attack, reset the dummy, and enter gpose and your subject will be flailing wildly.

Some of the emotes and actions can move very quickly! To move things frame by frame we’re going to use the Disable/Enable Motion buttons. You have two of these at the top of the gpose settings.

Disable/Enable All Motion - This will pause or start all the motion of all the targets in your gpose! My Keybinding for this is 1 and I think this is the default for PC users. Disable/Enable Target Motion - This will pause or start the motion of your current target. (Tab cycles through the characters caught in your gpose.) My Keybinding for this is 2 and I think this is the default for PC users.

To go frame by frame by frame through an emote or action you’re going to freeze the character (1) and then, rapidly, you’re going to hit 1 then 2. (1 2 1 2 1 2 1 2) this unfreezes your subject and then refreezes them. Be mindful of your eye tracking and camera! One last thing: Take a LOT of shots. From all sorts of angles, with all sorts of lighting, with different expression. For every 1 screenshot I post there are about a 100 others that I didn't like as much.

Whew, okay, I think that covers the stuff I tell my friends. Sorry this got kinda long and it might be confusing because, again, I am no technical writer!

Now, I do use 3rd party tools but I’m only comfortable talking about those off anon! Other than Reshade. I understand social anxiety might keep folks from asking directly but I am a nervous person myself and just do not feel comfy talking about that stuff so publicly. But I try to be helpful where and when I can!

Apologies, anon, if this isn’t what you were hoping for in a reply but if anyone else reads this maybe they’ll learn a new trick or idea of idk something!!!

If you read the all thing that's fucking WILD and the only reward I have for you is my love !!

[jr-acrux101]

Rebirth - Ch.5 :

Hospitality

Summary: Jasper comes over to study.

Word count: 2.7k

They arrived at her house, "That was pretty fun, cowboy."

"Glad you enjoyed little miss."

Aurora shook her head, "Come on, also this is a no shoe household, so when we get to the door, take them off on the rug."

Jasper nodded, and the couple walked up to the door. Once they entered and took off their shoes, Aurora called for her grandma, "¡Abuela, estoy en casa! Traje a un compañero de clase de español."

No answer. 'Odd.'

"Stay right here." Aurora walked down the hallway to her grandmothers room and found her sleeping. 'She probably stayed up all night again.'

She rushed back to Jasper, "My grandmother is asleep. So if you don't want to stay for dinner you might be able to leave." Jasper chuckeld.

She grabbed his hand, "Come on." She led his up the stairs and down the hall. He entered her room, and there were sketches everywhere. Her room felt like her.

"Nice room, princess."

"Thanks." She grabbed her designated throw pillows and put them on the floor. "Come Jaz, let's get this party started," she expressed unenthusiastically.

Jasper stared at her face. She had freckles spread across her nose. Her brown eyes were the color of the tree's when the sunlight hit them. Her hair was short. Her cheeks chubby, with a tinge of blush. She was everything he was locking for.

Her eyes darted to his, and his concentration of admiring her was broken. He got his bag and started to get out the assignment.

The two carried on til 6 pm. Aurora noticed the time. They were almost done. He could come back tomorrow, seeing as the two of them had until next Wednesday to complete it.

She put the binder to the side, "So cowboy, you staying over for dinner?"

"Well, little lady, as enticing as that sounds, Edward should be back today along with our father, so I'm gonna help my mother."

Aurora nodded understandingly, "Okay, let's get you out of here before my grandma notices you and makes you stay."

They pair got up and quietly walked down the hall. Aurora peered over the stairs and saw smoke.

"Okay, well, get cowboy, get."

Jasper quietly chuckled, "Calm down princess, I'm going, I'm going." He got his shoes and put them on.

As he opened the door as quietly as possible, Jasper stepped out. Aurora waited at the door. Jasper turned around to face her.

"Alright, princess, I will see you tomorrow." Aurora grabbed his hand as he turned. He was freezing.

"Wait."

Jasper froze.l, "Yeah, little miss?"

She looked up to him, and he noticed the light brown spots in her eyes and her long eyelashes. "Thank you again for today." He nodded, lost in her eyes. She went on her tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He sucked in a breath. He stepped forward. Aurora closed her eyes, and Jasper gently touched her face and leaned forward. His lips lightly brushed against her. Aurora leaned a bit more in. Jasper could feel her warmth. He put one hand on her hip. Aurora gently grabbed Jasper's face.

They slowly pulled apart. Aurora's pupils were blown and Jasper's were pitch black.

'CONTROL. CONTROL. CONTROL.'

She was beautiful. She blushed, and shyly looked away.

"You should get goin Jaz, wouldn't want to make your mom wait."

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, darlin." He kissed the top of her head and turned away.

"See you tomorrow, Jaz." As Jasper left and drove away, Aurora heard a throat clear.

She froze. 'Of fucking course.'

"So how much did you see?" Aurora turned to face her grandma.

"Enough."

"Well?"

Silence hung in the air. "Are you going to tell Mama?"

Abuela sighed, "No, I am not. But you should soon. And have that boy meet us properly before going around kissing you again."

Aurora fiddled with her hands, "Does that mean he's already in on your bad side?"

"He seems like a sweet boy. I just wished he asked to date first."

"Um, we're not dating."

"He calles you princess."

"Yeah, because of Aurora."

"He called you darling."

"He's southern."

"He kissed you."

...

"You got me there. But we aren't dating."

"Yet?"

Aurora nodded shyly, "Hopefully, yet."

"Well, he needs to hurry up and grow some balls to ask you out and then ask us for permission." Aurora laughed and went to hug her grandma.

"Thanks, Abuela."

"Now come on and help prep, I'm sure your little skinny friend needs some good food in her."

The doorbell rang, and Aurora glanced at Jacinda, "Speak of the devil."

She went and opened the door and saw Bella. The girl hurried and took off her shoes and rushed inside. "You guys kissed!"

"Bells! Calm down. How did you even know?"

"Well, I happened to glance outside, and the curtains were open, and I saw him kiss you!"

"You were spying on me?"

"No?"

"Very convincing Bells. But yeah, we kissed." They grinned at each other.

"Yes, yes, yes, Aurora found her prince charming. Now hurry up and help me prep and cook."

Bella laughed, and Aurora rolled her eyes, but the girls went into the kitchen to help.

Amora wasn't back til 11. She opened the door slowly and quietly. As she closed the door with a soft 'click,' the hallway light turned on.

Jacinda was sitting there doing her sudoko and drinking her coffee. "I'm surprised you didn't stay out til 12."

Amora rolled her eyes. "Mama, I'm not a teenager anymore."

"And yet here we are."

She rolled her eyes again. "How was the date, mija?"

"It went pretty good."

"Hmmm."

"How was Aurora and her study partner?"

Jacinda looked up at her, "You gotta ask her that, mija."

Amora narrowed her eyes. "Fine, but you try to go to sleep before you're still up when the sun rises."

Jacinda waved a dismissive hand towards her daughter, and Amora went upstairs to go sleep.

Friday morning rolled around, and Aurora woke up with a smile on her face. She replayed that moment in her head and squealed. She went downstairs, where her mother was making a coffee.

"Hi mama."

"Hi cariño. How was yesterday?"

Aurora nervously looked at her, "Well. Actually. Um."

"You kissed?"

Silence was in the air again.

"It was more like a peck?"

"Hmm." Aurora stirred her coffee, "Do you like him?"

"Yes."

"Can you handle a relationship and on your classes, well maintaining your gpa?"

"Yes."

Amora exhaled, "Is he nice to you?"

"Very much so."

"Okay, when he asks you out, you have permission. Abuela and I still have to meet him, though."

"Really?" Aurora was excited.

"Yes, really. Now come give me a hug."

Aurosa was in her arms in a blur. "Oh, my little girl is all grown up."

"I'm barely 16 mama."

She faked sobbed, "All grown up." Aurora rolled her eyes, classic mama.

Her and Bella pulled into school as the bell rang, and they rushed out the car into their classes, waving bye to each other. Aurora sat next to Jasper. She blushed, and he smiled at her.

"Hey there, princess." Aurora's stomach did flips. She felt giddy.

"Hi." As class started and the teacher droned on, Jasper slowly inched his hand towars Aurora. Halfway through the class, Jasper firmly clasped their hand together.

Aurora heart started to beat faster, and she closed her hand around his. Each class they held hands. When lunch time came, he gave her a kiss on the head. She went towards Bella at the end of the parking lot while Jasper went towards the school entrance where his siblings were.

Bella looked up from the book and saw Aurora standing in front of her.

"Guess what?"

"Chicken butt?"

"Very funny."

"I know I'm a comedian."

Bella rolled her eyes. Her eyes met Edwards. She moved Aurora to the side of her and scooted them a little backward, " Haha. No. You know how when I first met Edward and he was like a total dick and like hated me."

"Yesh vaguely."

Bella lightly tapped Aurora with the book, "Aurora! I'm SERIOUS."

Aurora threw her hands in mock surrender," Okay, okay, jeez, yes, he was an asshat. What about it?"

"All of a sudden, after being gone for a week, M.I.A. He nice to me! Like genuine and converses with me!"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"So, like some Jekyll and Hyde type thing?"

"That's what it feels like! I feel like Im going-." A skreet was heard from the the ending of the parking lot. Tyler swerved out of the way from the back car, and the black ice made Tyler lose control of the van. Aurora turned to look and pulled Bella closer to the van. They braced to be crushed. Aurora's left arm felt pressure, and snap was heard, Bella hand wrist shattered, and Aurora's shoulder was dislocated.

Aurora's yelped in pain, as did Bella. Aurora started to cry from the pain. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Bella was silently crying and clutching her hand.

She turned slightly and looked up, Jasper was there and was a big dent. She turned to Bellas' direction and saw Edward through tears.

"Okay darling, I'm going to pop it in place, okay?"

Aurora's eyes widened in fear. She shook her head no. Jasper took off his jacker and balled up the sleeve. "Bite this."

"No, no ,no, Jasper, please no."

He held the sleeve in front of her. She stared at him with bloodshot eyes and tears falling. She took it with her other hand and bitten down on the sleeve. "Okay, ready?"

She shook her head, "1, 2-" a pop was heard as was her muffled scream.

She breathed heavily. A fresh set of tears falling now. The ambulance appeared. She passed out. Bella calling her name went deaf to her ears.

Aurora woke up in a bed. The bright lights didn't not help her unfocused sight. Her mother was hovering over her, Dr. Cullen put the smelling salt away.

"Aurora, cariño."

Aurora hmmed and closed her eyes. She shifted, and pain exploded. "Fucking christ!"

Amora got closer, "Mi amor don't move too much okay."

Aurora nodded and stayed back down.

"Hello, Ms. Flores. I am Dr-."

Aurora's eyes open, "How's Bella? And Jasper ? And Edward?"

"I'm right here, Aurora. Dr. Cullen just finished patching me up." She turned her head and saw Bella in the bed next to her, a cast on her wrist. She sighed in relief. "Okay, okay, good."

She looked at the young doctor, " I'm sorry, I know I passed out, but I didn't know what happened to Bella. Being crushed and then having my shoulder pop back in kinda made the memories fuzzy."

"No apologies needed, Ms. Flores. As I was saying, though, your shoulder is in a cast. I was told my son Jasper popped it into place, very well, so there's no issues. Just rest, take your medication, and when the time is right, do exercises to strengthen it."

Aurora nodded, "Okay. Thank you, and Aurora is fine."

"We want to monitor you for a few hours, and then you're fine to leave later today."

"So she's good to go? No surgery or extra care."

"No, like I said, Jasper popped it back into place quite fine. The brace is just to help make sure it stays there and give extra support. She'll be given pain management medication, but other than that, she's okay. No head trauma, no other breaks. Just her shoulder."

"Thank you, Doctor Cullen. And please thank your son Jasper for us."

Carlisle nodded. "How is he?" Carlisle turned his attention back to the young girl.

"He's fine. There's no need to worry." Aurora nodded and doze off.

Bella got up to go to the cafeteria, and Charlie and Amora were whispering to each other, probably about them. She heard a familiar voice in the hall.

"Seriously, both of you!"

"What you rather they had been crushed!" Jasper huffed.

"Of course not! But Bella already questioned everything, and so will Aurora, she is not stupid!" Rosalie growled.

"Okay, let's calm down and take this back to my office." Edward went the opposite way and sought out Bella.

"Eavesdropping now?"

"What was that? I saw you on the other side of the parking lot and suddenly you're behind me?"

"Yeah, um...I had an adrenaline rush. It's very common. You can Google it." Bella huffed and rolled her eyes.

Aurora woke up an hour later. The pain in her shoulder was still there. Amora, Charlie, and Bella got up when she groaned.

She saw the three of them and gave a weak smile. "Great news, everyone. we weren't crushed to death."

Amora eyes watered, "Aurora Evangeline Cordova Flores! This is serious. You and Bella could have died!"

Aurora gave a sad smile,"But we didn't, we're still here. Still breathing and hearts pumping. So please, I am in pain and am trying to make light of this."

Amora wiped her eyes,"Fine, you can crack some jokes." She stressed the word 'some.' She couldn't deal with the almost dying jokes, not again.

Aurora smiled and then grimaced. The pain was pulsating. "When can we go?"

"Soon cariño. Just relax." The adults left to find the doctor.

Bella stood closer to Aurora. "Hey there."

"Hey, there, one of my saviors." Bella chuckled. "I'm serious if you wouldn't have pulled me in closer and to the side..." she trailed off.

The older girl nodded, not wanting to think about the other possibility. "So, was I hallucinating, or were Jasper and Edward there? Like they physically stopped the car and left dents?"

Bella's eyes widened," Yes!" She excitedly whispered. "No one believes me, say that they came afterward to help you, but I knew I saw them! Plus, I overheard them talking about us questioning them, and then Edward said no one would believe us!" This was too much for Aurora to handle.

"So they saved us and regretted it or what?"

"I don't know, but there is something off."

"Oh yeah, for sure. We're gonna find out Bells." Bella nodded.

Aurora went home around 8 pm. They grabbed pizza on the way home, and Bella and Charlie came over after both girls pleaded for Bella to spend the night since it was the weekend. The two almost died, so it was hard to say no.

Jacinda jumped and rushed to the door, hearing the car in the driveway. She saw her her granddaughter in a shoulder cast and her little friend with a wrist.

"Oh, pobrecitas. Ven, vamos a meterte dentro."

She waved them to the couch. Amora helped Aurora take off her shoes and helped her to the couch, Charlie did the for Bella. Jacinda brought the girl some albondiga soup. "Here, Charlie and Amora help feed these kids. I added beef bone broth and chicken bone broth to it. You have to start early with healing."

The girls filled up on the soup, feeling the warmth spread through their body. "Thank you, Ms. Flores, this was really good."

"You're welcome cariño. Now you and Aurora rest and watch some tv." She got the plates and put them in the sink. She went to her room and grabbed 2 extra blankets. She hurried back to the other room,"Here stay warm." The two teenage girls thanked Jacinda.

The older three headed to the dining room. "What happened, Amora?" Jacinda whispered.

"From what Bella told us, they were by her car talking, and this kid Tyler, who will by the way get his licenses suspended, swerved away from a car backing out and almost killed them." Amora nodded to Charlie's retelling.

"The doctor said that Jasper, his son, popped Aurora shoulder back in place, so it should heal no problem. And that Bella's wrist was broken, but that too will heal fine. He prescribed pain killers though for the girls and check-ups."

Jacinda nodded. "Okay. Did he say when they should be healed?"

"About 6-12 weeks or so." Jacinda nodded.

The weekend passed, and the girls stayed inside, Bella stayed mostly at Aurora's just watching scary movies, doing homework-Aurora writing down Bella's answers since it was her right hand that took the injury- and Bella learning how to cook. Charlie stayed there for a few hours of the day when he wasn't at work or headed to sleep. Amora and him scheduled their next date for Wednesday. They were both liking each other presences at home

Alright guys here is ch. 5!!! I've got this almost done but I have exams so wish me luck as I slowly post :)

[crulixto]

SILENCE WILL DO

obey me! satan x reader

WARNINGS: mentions of blood & bruises, tiny violence, fighting

comfort to fluff yayyy

A/N: hi hope u enjoy, this isnt proofread btw and im not fluent in english so sorry if i had any mistake

muffled yelling and crashing were heard around the house, it wasn’t rare but also not regular. It was one of those days where the air felt tight around everyone’s necks.

“SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you frowned as you hear cruel words come out Satan’s mouth. He can never control the words coming out his mouth. You tried to keep reading the book in your hands while natural light shines on your bed where you were sitting from the window.

A slam of the door was heard and multiple cracks and crashes were soon the be followed..

…

Few minutes passed by and the yelling and crashing faded, then only you heard footsteps getting louder and louder to your room.

MC..?

Your door creaked open only to be greeted by Satan, in his normal attire—but extremely disheveled, and slightly covered in blood. His knuckles were red and also bruised and a-bit bloody. His eyebags were dark and his hair was slightly messy.

His voice was hoarse from the yelling and he just frowns there by the door knowing you heard all of it. He tries to find the right words to say to you while he fiddles his fingers. Not knowing what to say wasn’t that much of Satan’s thing.

“hi…” you open your arms while you were sitting on your bed. You put your book down—He came in and sat on the bed— him infront of you, slightly slouching so he could just lay down on you, and put his head on your shoulder.

You wrapped your arms around him and gently pat his back, you slowly felt wetness on your shoulder— Satan was crying while he slowly hugs you back. You frowned and kiss his ear — also gently patting his back.

“I’m sorry- i’m sorry—i” he sobbed as he hugged you tighter.

“It’s okay Satan.”

“No no it’s not, i didn’t even think to—“

“No it’s fine, even though silence would do but, i have no position whatsoever to demand silence in this househol-“

“Hey, you know what?”

“What?”

“Silence will do sweetie, you’re gonna start rambling. I like just you and me—hugging.” Satan smirked while he looks up at you, his head away from your shoulder to face you.

“Rude” you moved away from the hugging as Satan complained to reach you again. You both lay down on your bed with his head on your chest.

“I love you, even though you can be a irritable baby”

“I love you more, and i am your baby”

“I thought Lucifers?”

“MC.”

END :)

[shsl-fander]

Freckles On Your Back- Logince

Pairing: Logan/Roman

Word Count: 890

Summary: Roman's always creatively inspired by all the freckles scattered on Logan's back, so Logan lets him draw on them.

@spacedouterri @autisticlogankin @lavenderfoxboy

Roman blinked, finding himself staring at Logan from the bed as Logan gazed at himself in the mirror. He watched the other fiddle with his shirt buttons and Roman couldn't help but swoon, admiring his boyfriend.

Logan gently slipped off his button up, hanging his tie up on a rack, his eyes flickered toward the bed, where Roman sat, eyes glued to him.

Logan sighed, "Roman, you're staring at me."

Roman scoffed, "I would never do such things, nerd!" he insists, crossing his arms. "Can't a prince just look in the general direction of his gorgeous boyfriend taking his shirt off?" he cooed, leaning forward ever so slightly.

Logan rolled his eyes, snickering softly, "You're impossible," he mumbled, gently folding his button up before placing it down. "I don't understand the point in just staring at my back," he comments.

Roman felt a light smile tug at the corners of his lips, "Because you have a bunch of freckles on your back," he began, pink blush highlighting his cheeks,"And as an artist I can't help but imagine drawing something on them, connecting them. Or making little constellations, little nerd constellations."

He plopped himself up, pouncing off the bed and walking towards Logan before he snaked his arms around his waist. Roman rested his chin on Logan's shoulder, grinning wide. "You've got some on your face too, and chest," he hums, pointing towards the freckles scattered on Logan's nose.

Logan felt his face warm, especially as Roman's arms rested around his waist. His glasses began to fog, and he stammered. "You said you wanted to draw on me?" he repeats,"Why?"

Roman placed a gentle kiss onto Logan's cheek, smiling against his skin,"Like I said before, Specs! I'm an artist!" he declares,"I can't control my creative flow, it just happens! Its magical, and seeing all your freckles makes me want to draw on your back."

Logan bit his tounge, attempting to hold back the beaming smile threatening to peak out. Roman was right of course, Logan didn't understand Roman's creative urges but that didn't mean they weren't extremely endearing, because they were. Logan could learn so much from Roman, given how different he was to him, it was fascinating.

"Would you like to?" Logan offers, "As long as you use a skin safe pen I do not mind endulging in your wants."

Roman's face lit up, eyes glimmering with joy, "Oh my stars seriously?!" he exclaimed eagerly. "Oh my gosh peck Nerd, you're actually the best person EVER!" he yelped, running towards his art supplies in search for a skin safe pen.

"Aha!" Roman chirped, pulling a thin black pen out from it's box. He spun around on the balls of his feet, snickering, "Lay down Specs, I'm not gonna just draw on you while you're standing."

Logan couldn't help but chuckle softly, "My apologise Roman, I didn't know the proper procedure in drawing on my back," he teases. He laid down on his stomach, relaxing his muscles when Roman climbed next to him.

Roman hummed contently, sketching little drawings along Logan's skin before he began to connect each dot together. "Hey Lo this is actually kinda right up your alley," he comments.

Logan quirked his lips, raising an eyebrow, "How so?"he asks as he felt roman place his hand near his shoulder.

"They look like constellations! You love Space!" Roman replies cheerfully with a scoff, "Obviously!Use that brain of yours, geek."

Logan spluttered into laughter, shaking his head. "Darling, am I a geek or a nerd? You need to make a decision," he scolds lightly.

Roman waved him off, "I'll make a decision later! I'm focusing," he says dismissively, scrunching up his nose and biting his lip. Roman gently ran his hands along Logan's back,"You're so pretty Logan," he muttered.

Logan stammered, a flustered expression spread across his face. He spun his head in an attempt to face Roman but in his current position it was nearly impossible. "You can't even see my face right now," he countered.

"You're still beautiful though, Specs," Roman cooes as he continued to run the pen along his freckles. "I love you, I love having you be my muse!"

Logan couldn't help but smile, his lips quickly twitching upwards. "I love you too Roman, and I'll happily be your muse. Though I don't quite understand it," he admits. Logan paused, "May I turn around now?"

Roman hummed,"Mmm yeah I guess, I think I'm done," he supposed, propping himself up to move from on top of Logan, but he felt Logan grab onto his wrist.

"No, stay there," Logan says, flipping himself over so he properly face Roman, putting them into the position where Roman had Logan pinned down underneath him.

Logan leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to Roman's lips, feeling their warm plump give that he loved. He felt himself push down into the sheets beneath them as Roman deepened the kiss, sliding Logan's bottom lip between his own.

Roman softly carded his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, smiling into the kiss. He reluctantly pulled away, his throat burning for air. He burried his face into the crook of Logan's neck, relaxing as Logan's arms winded around him. "You're the best muse I've ever had."

"I highly doubt that, but thank you Dear."

[matrixxsystem]

Terrapin Soup Part 8 (2/2)

Usagi peeked out looking both ways before approaching, he looked into one of the crates lined around the side of the building and pulled out some rope, tying up the guy after Leo got off him, "Good work, I just realized I hadn't really seen you in action till now. We should spar together more often." "Yeah? You should spar with me and my brothers too, we really go all out. But first, how do you wanna deal with this Toad guy? I know quickly and quietly above the rest but like, any solid plan?" Usagi glanced to Leos sword for a moment, "How many portals can you make at once?" "The more I make the smaller they get, there was that time I made like.. Five? While fighting Shredder, and like ten or so when I was in the Battle Nexus with pops- But I can connect quite a few as long as I can see em, why?" "If you make the walls portals he can't escape. It'll make things much easier if he's in a box." "Oh hey that's pretty smart! Okay so we open the doors and get in, I portal the walls and you can do ya thang with him." "Are you ready though? You we're very apprehensive about knowing what I do when we started dating, I don't want to make you uncomfortable if things get a little.. Messy." "That's really sweet of you, but I promise I'll be fine okay? Besides, you said it yourself, if I'm ever gonna do this kinda thing on my own I should get over any weird feelings I have about it now before it becomes a problem." The both gave a nod, Usagi carefully sliding one of the doors back, closing it behind them when he and Leo we're inside. There wasn't much light, it was a mess inside of broken wood pillars and bits of glass and dirt that had been mostly swept towards to walls. There was a mound of sacks making some kind of make shift bed towards the back where their target sat, fiddling with a small wad of cash. He didn't even bother to look up as he spoke, "What'd I tell yuhs 'bout disterbin' me before the ride ets here huh-?" "Yeah.. See, about that.. How about instead of a get away ride, we just take you to a whole new place?" "It's called hell. And there's a special seat there just for you." Leo looked over at Usagi as he pulled his sword back out. "That was so cool wait- I'm so using that line with the next villain I fight that was incredible-!" "Not the time love." "Oh! Right- Right sorry-" He spun his odachi letting his portals coat the walls, thankfully he'd been getting much batter at controlling and maintaining his portals so he was confident they wouldn't let him down tonight. The toad perked up hearing the different voices, glaring at the two as he got up standing to his full height which.. To be honestly after fighting such big yokai and monsters his what, six and a half feet tall? It wasn't exactly impressive. Leo stood back and gave a glance to Usagi and winked, "Go get em baby~" Usagi rolled his eyes and took a step forward. "What is this?! Do you even know who I am!? I run this goddamn town! I own this goddamn town!" "Mm.. Yeah I don't think so. What do you think Sagi? Does he own this town?" Usagi glanced between the two, "Well I think you both talk too much in these moments for one. But I also think this mucus covered dirt bag should learn his place. You hurt my teacher, unfairly I might add. Now fight. Your life depends on it." Leo blushed a little, having a quarter life crisis suddenly when he realized Usagi's threatening tone was more the enough to make the blood rush to his face. Yikes.. He didn't even notice in the few moments he was contemplating his existence the Usagi had quickly taken control of the situation, his sword pressed against some kind of gun the toad had. It clearly wasn't doing much in close range, and with no where to go it was a pretty quick fight. 

Leo wondered for a moment as he watched the back and forth why it'd been so hard for Hyo to get to him, though from what he knew there were a lot more underlings fighting for him, they were in a much more open space, and there were other people, possibly innocent people he had to fight around and not cause damage to the buildings around them too.. The yokai was already pretty beat up on top of that so he'd done most of the work for them actually.. But by the time he'd managed to process that all Usagi had the toad pinned to the ground at his mercy. There was something he couldn't quite hear but Usagi looked pissed off by his words, despite the toads wide eyes and scared demeaner Usagi didn't even consider the yokai's last words. Leos portals vanished as he stepped closer wanting to make sense of the situation but before he could there was a dark flash of red that exploded onto them. Usagi's sword now in the center of his torso, not too far from where it started much closer to his neck. Leo's eyes widened as he felt the warmth coating his hands and plastron, dripping down to the floor.  "Hm.." Usagi pulled his sword out and swung it away from them, one fluid motion getting the blood off before re-sheathing the weapon. "That was a lot more blood then I thought there'd be..." "Usagi- That is not the thing to be worried about right now!"

 "Ah, right right. Are you okay? No cuts or scrapes? I can't wait to tell Hyo you helped me tonight, I know he doesn't seem like it but I think he's taken a liking to you now that he's gotten used to you coming around-"

"Babe-" He motioned to grab Usagi's shoulders but stopped seeing the blood on his hands, Usagi noticed too and perked up a bit, as if realizing he was in fact worried about the wrong thing. Except he didn't quite catch what Leo was worried about fully. "Oh- Goodness I didn't even bring a towel or anything with us! Are you able to get us to my house quick before we go? We should really get cleaned up before heading back, I'm sure your father will be upset if we tracked blood all over-" Leo sighed a bit and rolled his eyes, "I can but, seriously are we just going to leave this mess here- I-I mean.. I just... Are you sure it was the right thing to do..?" Usagi tilted his head a little, confused as to why he's even question it, but he'd humor him since he was new to this side of things. "Leo, I'm going to tell you something, and it's very important. I don't want to upset you, and you were very brave for coming with me. But this is what bad people deserve, the kind of bad that doesn't stop for 'no' or 'wait' and I know you haven't been here to see the things him and his gang have done, but this was a mercy. If I'd really done it Hyo's way I would have made him suffer the way he made this town suffer. Understand that I feel nothing for what I did, and if you have an issue with it, we'll talk it out after this is all settled. Okay? This warehouse isn't owned by anyone, so once were out I was just gonna break it down and push it off into the river to be washed away. No traces."  Leo took a moment, he knew Usagi was right, he didn't deserve to go on, and in a cell he could just break free from or be broken out of.. It was too risky to just let him go. But there was blood on his hands, so much blood literally staining his hands now. And though it filled the room with a scent that made his nose twitch and his stomach growl it also made his mind twist itself into knots trying to justify murdering someone who couldn't fight back in the moment, which is something him and his brothers swore against when they were young, to help but not hurt. But.. This was the exception, it had to be. Usagi was right..

He was always right.

Leo reopened a portal back to Usagi's house right outside the building, watching as Usagi cut the pillars holding the place together, and as he stepped outside holding a decently sized bag, which telling from the sickeningly sweet scent coming off it held the remains of the toad, he stepped to the portal. The building crumbled before them, falling into it self with only a small puff of dust rising in its place. Usagi let Leo go first, and came through behind him. They were right in the kitchen, "I'll be right back alright? You go upstairs and use the shower, take anything from my room if you need okay? I've got a few comfy sweaters that might fit since it's getting cold out." Leo nodded, still a bit unsure why he felt so.. Out of it? Before he could turn to leave Usagi pulled him back again, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Thank you for coming with me today. Maybe when it get around to uh.. Making him dinner you could join me? I've been told it tastes just like chicken, I mean since you helped I uh.. I'd like to share it with you."  Fuck he was cute.. Even covered in blood and dragging a body towards the freezer in his basement, he was fucking adorable... Maybe Leo was crazy. But he was fine with that.

He smiled a little and pulled Usagi back before he could pull away fully and kissed him, god that smell was making him hungry.. "Are you asking me out on a date~? Sounds gay, I'm in~ You take care of whatever you need to okay? I'll get a quick shower and text my brothers and tell them we'll be back soon, get an update on how your teachers holdin' up. Then we'll head back and maybe if he ends up staying the night you could too..? I may not have any toad or tortoise but Mikey's got a pizza coming with your name on it" He chuckled a little and nodded, "Sounds like a plan~ I'll be up in a bit." Leo smiled a bit and headed upstairs, quickly so he wouldn't have to sit and watch his boyfriend drag a dismembered body down the stairs. Even though he wasn't as upset as he thought he'd be over it, it was nice that even when his love life could be summed up to a few movie titles, horror movies specifically, it still felt like some romantic dream to him. He wasn't actually focused on the body, but rather the glimpse he caught of Usagi's toned arms pushing and pulling, the little smile he had when Leo spoke, and the way he made sure to thank Leo for his help and not overwhelm him with those more morbid things. It was sweet of him to take that much care and consideration into it.. Yeah.. Psychological defect wouldn't even begin to describe Leo and his unnatural calmness to being an accessory to murder. Whelp at least he's happy.

Part 9.1 Part 1

TS Master Post

[i-am-beckyu]

OKAY! sizeshifter thoughts,, this isn't really specific to any character at all BUT the reason i asked about jornos!tommy is because my thoughts apply pretty much directly to a sizeshifter who's primarily been one size for their whole life. so new shifters (whether that be thru magic or just genes)

idk how to summarize any of this....but i am thinking So Hard just about how chaotic it would be for someone to be burdened with newly-found shifting abilities. especially if it's emotion based.

when you newly know about something, you're going to do it a lot, sometimes subconsciously. like, if you learn to spin a pencil between your fingers, you're gonna do it a lot and not even notice!

so, imagine, like for a human, them sitting in class or at work or something and they're fidgeting with something, and it suddenly shrinks in their hand. and like imagine that was important,,, like their phone!!! and then they try super hard to channel energy to grow it back to normal that it's overall useless and it ends up being tiny for the rest of the day because of how stressed the human is.

yeah, sorry mom, i shrunk my phone and couldn't answer your call!

like ???? JFJSVD

orr a borrower has just came back from a borrowing spree, their first in a while, and is munching on a cracker, just in pure bliss at food, and suddenly the thing just grows. infinite food glitch, and new superpowers acquired?!

ORRR OR OR imagine a giant is yelling at the t in their hands, and the energy from how overwhelmed and scared the t is kinda subconsciously makes it's way into g's brain and it makes the t shrink??? IMAGINE HOW SCARY THAT IS FOR THE TINY???? super scared of this giant being and suddenly the being gets even BIGGER. idek if that makes sense but UGHHH it's rotating in my mind !!!!!

just super uncontrolled sizeshifting but for objects. i love it. adore it. eating it. YUM.

and then there's also the part of uncontrolled sizeshifting for their own person,, which is a lot more talked about, but the scenarios in which uncontrolled sizeshifting can happen is SOO COOL!!! imagine it's emotion based, but it can be regulated, but the person isn't good at it yet, cause it's a new skill! you can't ride a bike immediately, so why could you become a sizeshifter immediately? hmm???

hugging someone, and their brain is reminded that they have powers and they suddenly shrink. cutting veggies and their hand slips and suddenly they're five feet taller because their body wanted any kind of cut to be less severe. carrying groceries and they shrink and shit goes everywhere. getting jumpscared and suddenly POOF they're falling twenty feet. signing off a letter and they accidentally shrink a little bit and the pen just loses control and messes the whole letter up!!!! chopping a branch off with an axe and accidentally growing and the pressure of the swing chops the whole ass tree down!! MSHDHVSDVJ good stuff.

OH OH OH and someone who's kinda been experimenting with size difference and has embraced it, and they want to put their shoes on or get into a piece of clothing they like but they can't remember what their original height was so they have to fiddle around with it and end up wasting five minutes getting it just right—cause we know it looks right but it could totally be better

sorry this is long as HELL but i really love sizeshifters now..... :')

— brick

Brick I've said it before but I'll say it again: I would like to take a bite out of your brain and absorb the knowledge and ideas in it please because YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH THESE ARE ALL SO GOOD AND I LOVE THEM!!! Def getting idea's for jornos right now!!! The thing on shoes is making my brain go brrr for a scene idea that I might execute :3

But but but but juts yesssssssss! I love the uncontrolled shifting too! I mean it's something I'm going to keep exploring with jornos so def gonna yoink some of these ideas for future writing (if that's okay of course)

And the shrunken phone thing is too good!!!!!! I love the idea of that and just how inconvenient it would be but also amazing to think that even that small it would still work! The shifter trying to unshrink it and being unsuccessful would have to shrink down to use it. But this also means the phone would be like the size of tictak!!! IT WOULD BE SO TINY!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

THANK YOU BRICK FOR YOUR RAMBLE!!! COME RAMBLE MORE AT ANY TIME!!!

[clawcakes]

doin the ask game for @sonic-oc-showdown because i want to infodump about my funny sonics!!! also ft. plucky and lyre even though theyre not in the tournament just cause you cant have one without the other two, man. original post by @/schondezert956 here

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name? puns. tommy: a tom-tom is a type of drum plucky: guitars are plucking instruments lyre: a lyre is a stringed instrument (bit of a stretch with this one but A. i really like the name lyre, B. naming her violet would've been too obvious)

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range) all 3 are young adults around their early 20s

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)? does a QPR count as love interests? cus they queerplatonically love eachother so much.

🍕 - What is their favorite food? tommy: she loves ice cream so much she's made her bandmates equally obsessed with it plucky: acorns. they'll find one on the ground and crack it open with their teeth and start dining. lyre: shitty instant ramen. she is embarrassed about this and will instead say it's 𝐵𝑜𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓍𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝒞𝓇𝒶𝓅

💼 - What do they do for a living? they're a traveling band, man! they're The Shooting Stars!! their music has 700000000 listeners on spotify (in plucky's dreams)!!!

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies? tommy: she likes to draw in her spare time. her art style is strikingly reminiscent of sunky.mpeg. plucky: they're the kinda Gamer Girl to accidentally electrocute their controller because they got extremely mad at fortnite. they also like to collect pins and cool rocks. lyre: he enjoys and creates all kinds of art, music is just the one he made his profession. she's knitted countless ugly sweaters for her bandmates (and has to stop herself from crying whenever she seems them wearing one).

🎯 -What do they do best? disregarding the obvious answer of "music LOL"... tommy: she's very skilled at making people feel relaxed, whether it's deescalating arguments or calming someone who's stressed. she has a very Chill Aura that makes it easy to be around her. also, silly bear. plucky: keep a positive attitude! it's hard for anything to ever keep her down. lyre: she's a quick learner and a quick thinker, so she's great at adapting to any situation. her actual response to this question would be "i am the best at anything and everything," said while shaking and sweating and gripping the table so hard it cracks.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do? tommy: repetitive tasks are very calming to her, so she's the designated chore-doer of the three of them. she doesn't particularly hate doing anything-- if it bothers her, she'll find a way to make it fun! plucky: they love exploring, seeing new things and meeting new people and experiencing new thrills. the thing she hates doing most is nothing; she is very easily bored and always needs an outlet for her endless energy. lyre: she loves creating, no matter the form; the art of making art is enthralling to her. he hates cooking because he sucks at it and has managed to make every single kitchen appliance explode. including a spatula.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories? tommy: she'd think about it for a moment-- her best memory-- then realize she's just listing off every single second she's spent with her bandmates. plucky: the shooting stars's first venture after the band first formed. it was at that moment plucky fully realized this is what she wanted to do, and these are who she wants to do it with. lyre: when she told her bandmates she loved them, and they told her they loved her too.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories? gonna be real everyone's backstories are so barebones that i do not have an answer for this LOL. theyre just my funny girls i dont want them to be sad

🧊 - Is their current design the first one? not quite, but almost! i basically knew what i wanted right from the get-go, i just had to fiddle with everyone a bit before i got em perfect. it was very important to me for tommy to be fat and hairy and have Susie Deltarune Hair. V here is their first concept sketch from back in may!

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC? sonic music is so fucking good i heard it and was like I GOTTA MAKE SOME GUYS OUT OF THIS. they were specifically inspired by Fist Bump (Instrumental), which is why lyre is violin and not like bass or something. (their species also came from me googling "woodland animals" on google images because i was desperate for inspiration.)

🌂 - What genre do they belong in? sonic fangame that lowkey looks like it was made in roblox

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality? tommy: aromantic lesbian, girl but you can't tell if she's trans or cis or non-binary or all three at once (she/her) plucky: non-binary, aroace (they/she) lyre: bigender, bisexual. bicycle (she/he)

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have? tommy: a single older sister (and a niece that she has claimed her younger sister) plucky: an uncountable number. she could list all their names to you and you'd lose track halfway through. lyre: 0, she's an only child

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like? tommy: her parents "disappeared" when she was too young to remember them-- for all she knows and cares, her uncles are her parents. she sends them letters often. plucky: they love their parents and each and every member of their comically large family! she chats with em whenever and however she gets the chance. lyre: her parents held her to very high regard, expected very great things of her, and taught her all the wrong things. she hasn't spoken to them in a long time.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PICK JUST ONE THING MAN. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE MY EEBY DEEBIES MAN. probably their designs (tommy's in particular, she's like my magnum opus).

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC? it fluctuates, as it does with any other of my ocs. at the current time im rotating them around in my mind like rotisserie chicken

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC? NO!!!!!!!

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias? tommy is comically fearless. being around water makes plucky uneasy, due to their electricity powers. lyre will scream at the top of her lungs if she sees a spider.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival? i've vaguely rotated around the idea of making a rival band to the shooting stars, a fellow traveling trio who play emo music and are all super emo (*lyre voice* plucky you know i'm scared of emos!!!). they'd be like the goth to the shooting stars's prep, and whenever they see eachother they immediately get into a fistfight. haven't done anything with the idea though LOL

🎓 - How long have you had the OC? i first came up with their concept in may this year, but i named and finalized them in july! they're babies.

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC? classified

[helterskeletors]

sympathy song

heyyy rlm oomfies this is mostly for my twt followers since i have nowhere else to publish it. a short story about god and fetishes hope u enjoy if u read [crying emoji] muah!

God snuck up on me last night. I was drunk on the edge of a quarry cliff with a cigarette dangling from my fingers. Wet from rain and the sickly sweet tar of tobacco, I heard God call to me.

“May I sit with you?”

“Knock yourself out.”

He descended down from heaven and laid his rotund body on the rocks next to me.

We sat in silence. He got a glance of my wrist from my sweater.

“Have you been hurting yourself again?”

“You know the answer, Father.”

“I would like to hear it from you, child.”

I looked at him with annoyance dripping from my eyes and pulling my mouth down. “I cut myself again, yes.”

“Why?”

“Father, I am tired. I am especially tired of rhetorical questions.”

“I know.”

The silence had returned, intercut with splashes and screams from a group of kids who’d snuck to the lake. I couldn’t help but pursue his question out of nothing else but curiosity.

“Father, the answer is embarrassing. I’d rather not say why.”

“I already know what it is. I asked you to say it for yourself.”

“Admitting is the first step,” I joked, then coughed from the smoke stinging a dry spot in my throat. “I had sex with Tim last night. He said he didn’t want to choke me during it anymore; it made him feel weird- to hurt me. I said that was okay. He finished and I ran to the bathroom and sliced my arm open over and over. Then I was gratified. By the time I got done bandaging it he’d already gone to bed. I guess he’d thought I was just washing his scent off of me.”

God listened intently. He was always surprisingly patient about my complaints towards his gifts. He must’ve been used to people being upset with him.

“He said he was worried about me recently. “You look so tired,” or “How many drinks have you had?” have been his favorite phrases lately,” I shook my head. For someone reluctant to even open this can of worms, I was showing them off quite a bit now. “Whether or not I know the real answer, he’s getting the same ones every time. I can’t be bothered to hurt him now.”

“Hurt him?” God asked, a bit of shock flew out with his words.

“Mm-hmm,” I nodded. “If I tell him everything, he’s just gonna leave and feel sorry for himself. Besides the obvious fact that I love him, Father.”

“You see the future?”

“You’re always so literal,” I grunted. “I mean, I’d like to think I know him well enough to where I can say something like that with confidence.”

“You’ve just finished telling me that he knows nothing about you.”

I flipped his words around my mind like the next cigarette I fiddled out of my pocket. “Father, tell me what he’ll do.”

“I can’t tell you what you’re not supposed to know.”

I feigned frustration, and some unwelcome tears collected behind my eyes. “Am I sick, Father? Is this some disease or-or a disorder?”

“What is? Sexual gratification from pain or your inability to be honest?”

“Any of it,” I spat out. “Why would you give me all of this shit if you wanted me to be happy?”

“You think I am more attentive to detail than I actually am, sweet thing.”

“Huh?”

“I didn’t pick my cards, like you didn’t. I am your creator and you are my creation. To think either of us chose our role is a limited perspective that I’ve never expected you to look out from. I can’t control everything you are; you’re organic.”

He'd let me simmer in what he’d said. The kids down below continued their racket. The excitement had somehow made them able to ignore our conversation.

“Do you think you are unlovable because of your flaws?”

“No, but these are…a very different set of ‘flaws’. They’re hard to digest.”

God shrugged. “Is your life something to be understood, or something to be lived?”

I looked down at the sparkling quarry.

“For humans, all flaws are hard to digest. But if you believe Tim loves you, he would ask for seconds.”

“That’s a corny metaphor, Father.” I laughed.

“Maybe so. But it’s a truth I’ve granted you.”

He gave me a gentle pat on the shoulder and climbed back up the stairs to heaven. The kids below me ran through cycles of screaming and giggling to suddenly remembering they were breaking the law, shushing each other.

Don’t worry, I thought, I won’t tell on you.

[riddles-n-games]

The Art of War-V2

   “There is something fundamentally wrong with you,” I said.

    My fury didn’t seem to penetrate. “I told you the day we met that the Hawthorne family was a twisted, broken mess.” She stared at the mirror a moment longer. “I never said that I wasn’t one, too.”

   “Yeah… I can see that. You and the boys need therapists. But, let me tell you;  you aren’t special. I lost my mom two years ago and I was a broken mess but did I act like a little shit? No, I did not. I got myself together and pulled through every day, no matter how crappy it got which is what you lot need to do but especially you. What is with you and Rebecca needing to do what Emily would have done or wanted? What is your obsession with her? She’s dead and you’re still being manipulated by her. Please, when you go back to the house tonight, pack your bags and be gone in the morning. You’ve done enough damage and I know you’re aware of that but I mean it, stop trying to mess with them and me because I’m not your enemy. If you think you can play dirty, trust me, I can do worse. Don’t get testy with me because believe me when I say that I’ll make you regret it,” I replied moodily. I was done with the games. 

    Thea turned to face me, looking me up and down and having the audacity to raise an eyebrow. She appeared not in the least threatened or bothered by what I said, rather she seemed intrigued instead and perhaps, a bit amused as she leaned her hip into the counter. It made my eyes roll mentally; I know this was a tactic to just get me upset, to react. “What are you gonna do if I don’t play by your rules, Grambs?”

    I smirked as I looked back at my reflection and took my time answering as I fiddled with my hair and readjusted my clothes. “Trust me, you don’t want to know, Calligaris. You really don’t want to know. But if we ever come to that crossroads, let’s just say, we’ll see what your excuse will be the next time you claim to be a mess when you feel like acting out your vindictiveness and being problematic to everyone else. It’ll be your last, I promise you that.”

    From the corner of my eye, I saw her nodding but couldn’t see her expression. I bet it was something cocky, a stupid mischievous smile, and her eyes scheming with dozens of plots. “Whatever you say, Avery, whatever you say. Just know that now that you’re here, you’re almost certainly never going to be in control. They’ll manipulate, double cross, twist you around their finger almost as good as the old man did and he’s still controlling them in so many ways they can’t fathom. I expect much less for you and you’ll likely have to learn to play by their rules, not them by yours. This is Texas, we shoot a different way around here.”

    “Well lucky for you then, I’m about to turn this whole place upside down,” I told her pleasantly. “If you haven’t noticed, I can technically bend the world to my will now if I wanted to but I won’t because I’m not that kind of person.”

    “Sure you aren’t,” her voice was melodic almost. “Not yet, maybe.”

    “I can guarantee you that much but I am not a person who backs down either or lets others get their way with me by using me. I’ll kick your ass if I have to, because if only one star gets to shine, better believe I’ll make sure I’m the last one standing on that podium. Now, if you’ll excuse me, your mind games are boring me and I’m apparently the big story tonight, so I’ll leave you.” 

    I purposefully brushed past her and whispered in her ear, “Watch your back and stay away from me if you know what’s good for you. I’m being fair just by telling you this; this is your only warning.” Then, I walked to the door, my head held high. Even if she would not give up this round, I had a feeling that I won.

[glasyasbutch]

re-posting the stella and craving meet cute moment, bc it was originally only put out as part of a MONSTER ask game answer from years ago where it kinda got buried. have at it >:3

Craving was her name, or at least, that's what she'd told Estella. Even if it wasn't her real name, it was one hell of a power move to half-stumble, half-get shoved into the cell, hair all tangled and makeup starting to smudge, swear at the guards with an alcohol-thick tongue, turn to Estella, size her up by moonlight, pull out the sides of her full lace skirt and curtsy, then hold out a thoroughly bejeweled hand to be kissed and announce, "Craving, pleasure."

And like. It worked.

Estella would've been forever indebted to her for the fantasies that inspired alone, but as luck would have it, her surprise cell mate happened to also be incredibly useful in the jailbreak department.

"I'd figure you'll be wanting to get out of here right quick," she said, suddenly much more coherent, eyes trained on the tattoo in thieves' cant on Estella's wrist.

"What's it to you?" Estella responded, hedging her words in case the guards were much trickier than she thought.

"Oh c'mon, I'm not a snitch. You really think any one of these guards would want to be trapped in a cell with a serious criminal wearing a dress like this? No, I'm hoping you managed to hide a lockpick on you."

"Unfortunately, they got me while I was actively using my lockpick, and even their stupid asses did think to take it away before they stuck me in here."

"Well. Shit." Craving sighed, slumping along the wall across the cell. "I could try with one of these," she said, tugging a pin out of the dying hairdo, "but it'll take a while."

Estella shrugged. "Where else am I gonna go?"

Craving didn't answer, already fiddling with the pin between her hands, trying to unbend it to the proper angle to hopefully send them to freedom. It wasn't going particularly well. The drunkenness, while seemingly exaggerated in front of the guard (to avoid questions, maybe?), was still somewhat present, and that combined with the stiffness of the metal, and the billion rings she was making no move to take off, was not working in her favor.

After watching her push and curse at it for a good few minutes, Estella walked across the cell and held her hand out. "Lemme see it."

She'd taken the pin from Craving's hands, very aware of the eyes that trained on her fingers as they pressed and smoothed the metal, flattening out the kinks and forming the bends where they ought to be.

She looked up into those eyes as she finished. "My name's Ester. Not that you asked."

Craving tilted her head, leaning into and over Estella ever so slightly. "Ester. That's pretty."

"Short for Estella."

"Even prettier."

"You can call me either of those."

"Anyone ever call you Stella?"

"Absolutely not. You think that'll work?"

"Well, I was hoping - oh, the pick. Yeah. I can work with it. I just need ten minutes of not being watched by guards."

Estella rolled her eyes, but there was something about the girl's blatantness that she was actually a little (very) into. "Wait a few hours then. They'll probably get tired around one and stop making the rounds as frequently."

Craving pouted.

"And I would've thought you'd be pleased to be stuck in a tight space with me for several hours."

"Well, I can't say that I wouldn't be pleased," she said, then caught herself. "You were fishing for that."

"Yeah, I was."

Estella stepped back towards the opposite wall, pulling herself out of Craving's space at a teasingly slow pace. Craving seemed to want to follow her, but they both knew better than to allow themselves to get distracted before the jailbreak had occurred. Without anything to say that wouldn't either be redundant or risk running down every last bit of her self control, Estella chose to sit in silence and glance at Craving far more frequently than anyone could consider coincidence. About half the time, Craving was already looking back at her.

Once the moon had begun to dip back down, casting deeper shadows through the bars on the window, Estella pushed herself up off the floor, crossed the room, and held out her hand. "It's probably late enough. We doing this?"

Craving took the hand and pulled herself up, visibly taken by the strength in the grip she hadn't been expecting. "Absolutely, dear."

Even with a makeshift lockpick, getting out of the cell wasn't hard. The guards were even lazier than expected, the bolt was shoddy at best, and the skill Craving had with her fingers was ... extremely noteworthy.

Getting down to the store room where their belongings had been confiscated also wasn't too hard. They were good at stepping softly and blending into dark corners. And, again, these guards were really lazy.

No, the problem came when Estella was shoving her arrows back into her quiver, lock pick and coin pouch already slipped safely into her pockets, but Craving was still rummaging through drawers with increasing desperation.

"What is it?"

"One of my knives, I can't find it."

"You don't have enough?" Estella gestured to the six knives of various lengths she'd dumped out of a bin and was rifling through.

"No, no. I need this one. It's important." It's possible it was just the shadows in the room, but it almost looked like her lip was quivering.

"Alright," Estella sighed, trying to hide her impatience. "What's it look like."

"Antique, brass detailing on the hilt, floral carvings on the blade. About this long. Very sharp."

Estella nodded and split off towards the further corner of the rooms. Antique knife certainly would stand out. Maybe it'd been set aside as something that needed extra inspecting.

Or to be sold.

It looked like there was a box of assorted items shoved on top of one of the cabinets. Estella couldn't tell what exactly what was in there, but it looked like a very many shiny things. Possible that these guys liked to play auction house at the end of their shifts. It was high up, though, and she was going to have to climb on the counter to get up there. It'd be fine, though. She climbed into all sorts of weird places with extreme stealth all the time. She could get up there no problem.

Okay, slight problem. The box was overfilled, and pulling it off the shelf resulted in the bottom falling out, and at least nine different things made mostly of metal went clattering to the floor.

Estella leapt off the counter, grabbed for the most knife-shaped object in the pile, and started running for the door.

"This it?" she called as she neared Craving.

"What the fuck did you - yes - what the fuck did you do?"

"Badly stacked box, not my fault, let's go."

Craving hiked up her skirt with one hand, reached for Estella's with the other, and took off running.

It was the most inexplicable kind of joy, sprinting through the corridors at top speed, slamming open cell doors behind them to trip up some guards, firing a few arrows and chucking a handful of knives when they had the chance, slipping out in the chill of the night and rushing down dark alleys to make sure they weren't followed.

And it was a very predictable kind of intimacy, pressed up side by side against a brick wall with the flush of adrenaline still in their cheeks, breath still heavy in their chests, the last dregs of moonlight flickering across their curled up lips, almost like a beacon. They were leaning in before they even had the chance to acknowledge their success.

"You know, I wouldn't do this for just any girl who broke me out of prison," Estella said as she pulled back to re-situate herself better for the height difference.

"Really? I would."

Estella snorted, tossing her head back. Craving's lips were on her neck before she could finish her laugh, and she was back to focusing on much more pressing matters than one-liners.

"I have an inn room, you know," she managed to get out eventually, when Craving had to stop for a moment to pull at the strings keeping her corset shut in very complicated knots.

"So do I, but there's something so much more fun about being out here."

She reached out to grab Estella's chin with a hand, those damn rings still on. They made her touch feel cold (save, of course, for the two fingers Craving kept permanently jewelry free because they were, apparently, "all she needed"), a real shock against the heat of Estella's furious blush. Craving grinned for a moment, studying the face below her.

"You know, for a girl who's not named Stella, you really are something else in the starlight."

[hotxrod]

"Naughty ideas— me? I'm a saint, actually. Saint Dan," and the way he delivered that lie in such a matter of fact tone, anyone who truly didn't know a thing about Daniel Adler might have believed it. Though he noted the way her eyes drifted down to his mouth, which would normally be a green light for him to further test the waters, Danny latched onto the strength to continue on with his pristine charade. His index and middle finger lazily traced a cross, from head to chest, then shoulder to shoulder, before his hands pressed together in front of him in a prayer stance. "Don't worry, sinner, there's holy water to douse you with back at the lodge. I'll save you," he spoke with that same mischievous glint to his eye once again.

Cecilia's confidence in beating him at his own game had the blond eyeing her up, admirably — perhaps even a little hungrily — clearly enjoying the challenge she presented. "Well, one thing you need to know about me is when I want something, I don't stop 'til I get it," he proclaimed, tall frame leaning in closer to her to lower his voice before he continued. "And if you think I'm gonna go down easy, after you just said you'll be my personal genie? You're dead wrong." Unless he somehow turned out to be susceptible to her addictive charm while under the influence. It definitely didn't seem impossible, considering how agonizingly obvious it was that he was already growing a bit attached.

Another chuckle vibrated against the back of his throat at her theatrics, though icy blues never strayed from her hazel hues. "I'm not gonna be that nice, don't be givin' me a complex. Besides, why would I give you clothes? Totally defeats the purpose of you walking around in a bikini." Index finger lifted to tap against his temple, as if indicating it took a lot of big brain energy to come up with that sneaky conclusion, before he quickly added: "You'll be too hot anyway. From the fire." Danny might have been pressing his luck, but teasing her was impossible to avoid; it came so easily between the two of them and kept things interesting. If he could spend the whole weekend just tossing a good back and forth with Cece, in their own little world separate from the rest of the gang, he would've been completely fine with that.

The playful shove caught him off guard, which resulted in the taller blond taking a step back to catch himself, all the while displaying a lopsided smile in her direction. "Oh, am I gettin' you all hot and bothered under there? My bad," he flashed her a wink of his eye in return, his demeanor still nonchalant and confident, but the thought of her lithe frame pressed up against him, her arms wrapped tightly around his torso, it had Danny eager to hop on that bike and take a spin around the mountain he knew like the back of his hand for hours. "I already told ya, scout's honor — it'll be the best ride of your life. Guaranteed, or I'll give you another one, free of charge." Just another sly excuse and selfish reason for him to keep her close.

There was no denying the brunette had a magical way of keep the racer's attention on her, as he watched every move she made. She managed to put a smirk back on his face as her arm first brushed against him, and then it widened a bit as he watched her hop on the bike, completely in her own daydream state. Giving a shake of his head, Danny turned back to the car, popping the trunk to reveal another helmet, obviously not as cared for as the one he'd given Cece. An obviously well-worn ( and well-loved ) back up for any type of scenario like the one playing out now. Grabbing it, he pulled it over his head and then shut the car trunk before joining Cece on the bike.

"You ready?" he called back to her, fiddling with a couple controls on the bike before stomping down on the kicker. With both hands gripping their respective handlebars, Danny turned his head to the side, looking back at Cece for a final time. "Hold on tight, Salazar. Don't wanna lose ya." With that said, he carefully guided them out of the small parking zone and onto the familiar trail he'd blazed down countless times before, fully intending to give her a good show of the surrounding areas he'd claimed as secret hideaways from the rest of the world. "You still good back there?"

“Well, they do say creativity often ties with naughty ideas,” hummed the young female, whose hazel orbs trailed towards the muscle peeking out to salivate over his lower lip. She did it on purpose, because who was Cecilia Salazar if she didn’t tease someone? Though she knew this one contained more danger than anything else. But she couldn’t help it when Daniel Adler was a great challenge. Not that her own parents thought of her otherwise; Cece had become a troublemaker since a young age, resulting in countless conversations within the same conclusion — actions have consequences.

Consequences she knew well.

Her head tilted left and right in contemplation, as if the answer hadn’t formed in her pesky little mind already. “One thing you need to know about me is that I won’t challenge unless I’m positive I’ll win,” she hummed. “And I have zero intentions in losing.” That was a lie. Cecilia had her fair share of losing games and challenges which she initiated and yet here she was, as if she didn’t learn her lesson. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she needed a few more lessons. Maybe she’d never learn at all and she’ll keep burning in the fire with the hope one day she’ll grow immune to it.

“What a sweet man I’ve met,” gasped Cece upon crossing her arms over her chest and keeping her hues connected with his. Cecilia was way too stubborn to look away first. “He’ll keep the fire up for me! Wow, next thing I know, you’ll even have mercy on me and give me one of your shirts to cover myself up with.” The brunette knew she was being unfair; offer a bone to a man and he’ll want the whole hand. It wasn’t like she had no idea how the male species worked.

‘I’ll be gentle’ accompanied with a small smirk sent Cece’s mind into overdrive. Not only did she know how the male species operated — Danny knew how the female did and it only made things more difficult. Gods, she hoped this trip wouldn’t end up hurting her; her heart was already beaten and rotten, it didn’t need Daniel Adler to step on it furthermore. Yet it was a heart, right? It wants what it wants even if it meant the path would end in pain.

With a playful roll of her eyes, she shoved Danny away and turned around to look at herself through one of the car’s windows. “Giving me all these compliments will surely make me blush underneath the helmet, Adler,” Cece mused, and glanced over her shoulder towards him just as one hand lifted up the small glass shield over the eyes. She gave him a wink. “I’ll hold onto you the whole ride. Tightly. So I expect a good one.”

With that, she moved past the Adler once more, this time purposefully brushing her arm against his, approached the bike and hopped on. At first, right over the leather seat in order to grab onto the handlebars and pretend she was the driver about to take this baby for a ride. It was a good dream, but Cecilia knew it would remain just that; a dream. She didn’t trust herself driving a lot, even with her car. Then, once the little fantasy in her head was over, she scooted backwards to give room for Daniel.