#idk how to call this??? but i thought this loo

[donaviolet]

Creature

[starsmuserainbow]

🌊(Aoi for Akari)

send 🌊 to push my muse into the water.

[[Thank you for sending some! <3]]

On their way home, Akari and Aoi had been bickering about... honestly, she forgot now. Just now, as their bickering had still been ongoing, Akari felt a push to her side, and with how unexpected it came, she immediately lost balance and fell sideways into the river next to them, with a big splash.

"Aoiiiii!" she whined as she popped back out of the water, now in her mermaid form and pouting at her fellow mermaid. "Was that really necessary? Now what?" Using her tail, she propelled herself out of the water high (and forward) enough to try to grab Aoi and pull her over into the water too. "At least come join me!"

[dovveri]

pleaseee thigh riding with sana. shes extremely mean after a little teasing. lots of degrading. :D

the edge's temptation

synopsis: what the ask said

warnings: edging, spanking, pussy spanking, swearing, mentions of exhibitionism, kind of petplay? but not rly idk reader wears a collar and leash and sana calls her pup like once, grinding, thigh-riding, strap-ons, degradation

w/c: 2k

a/n: this has been sitting in drafts since... june 22 LMAOO id write like one sentence a week i cant write smut id rather kiss a man but here it is at last!! idk if the anon who req this is still here after all the drama but i think there are others who'll like this anyway bcs yall all horknee so enjoy!

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your girlfriend was impossible. she had already edged you twice tonight, and an orgasm was nowhere in sight.

"s-sana p-le-ase!"

she tuts, "what do you want?"

"wanna c-cum! p-please i've been- fuck- good!"

"good? bending over and sucking off half the audience is good?"

"i- i didn't- i didn't!"

"you basically did. you think just anyone can touch you? is that what we're doing now? fucking whore. you'd do anything for attention wouldn't you?"

"n-no! o-only yours- shit- sana please- i'm not- i'm good-"

"good girls don't lie. what you are is a liar and a slut. maybe i should just give you what you want. i can bring you back out there, fuck you in front of the entire award show. then they'll know they can't touch you right?"

you pulse at the thought, you know she'd never actually do it, she was way too possessive to let anyone else see you bare and ruined for her, but the slim possibility, the very real irritation she was exuding had you picturing exactly the situation she described. and fuck she was right, she knew you too well. you'd love to be claimed in front of everyone, for the whole world to see just how good sana could make you feel.

she chuckles darkly, ripping her fingers out of you, "clenching around me at that? and you say you're good. fucking pathetic. suck."

it's not a command. she shoves her fingers into your open, panting mouth roughly, chin tilting up at the sight of you. your lips immediately close around her fingers and you suck your slick off her digits obediently, eyes lidded, dizzy from the taste of yourself and the way she was treating you.

sana's eyes roam over the expanse of skin while you suck on her fingers, her hands tracing over the lines of your body. you're perched across her lap, her hand palming your ass, pretty lilac collar around your neck attached to a dark purple leash she's rolling around loosely in her other hand.

“look at you, dripping onto me. was this all me?” the hand that’s at your ass dips down, her fingers coming to slide between your soaked lips, “or was it the guys that fawned over you tonight? attention whore.” she sends a slap to your pussy, the contact making you whine, squirming away but also desperately needing more.

“i don’t even see how that one guy you let touch your waist was so funny. you were laughing so prettily, head tilted back, almost like you were tempting him to just claim the empty space on your neck.” she tugs the leash, your body lurching forward, pussy meeting her knee, throat constricting, trying to prolong the pressure on your cunt before she slaps your ass, pulling your hips back so you’re weight is on your hands and knees again.

“you’re mine. everything is mine. your voice, this pretty ass, these tits, your pussy, it’s all mine to feel, mine to enjoy, mine to see.” she punctuates each phrase with the tug of a nipple or a slap against reddened skin. “no one else can make you feel this good anyway isn’t that right slut? and yet you still look for that attention. it’s like you want me to get mad. is that it? do you want my attention? do you want me to treat you like this? you want me to get all possessive and mean? turns you on huh? well i hate to break it to you sweetie but only good girls get to cum.”

you whine, daring to turn your head to look at her with a pleading look, begging for something, anything.

she scoffs, "is that your begging face? i saw you use the exact same one with those guys tonight."

your face morphs into shock, trying to backtrack, "n-no i didn't! i didn't i swear- you- you must have seen wrong-"

"you saying there's something wrong with my eyes?"

"no! no no not you, p-please please i'm sorry i- i'll be good please-"

she tuts again, moving you around so you're sitting on her lap, dripping cunt finally getting some friction against the skin of her thigh. you moan at the feeling, frantically humping down against her while she has you there.

"look at you- pathetic."

you whine, wrapping your hands around her neck and burying your face into her shoulder, whimpering and gasping with each thrust against her thigh, too embarrassed to look at her but too desperate to keep yourself still. you almost cry out when she tenses her thigh, the muscle rubbing along your clit in just the way you needed.

"s-sana i want to- can i- please- i wanna-"

"what? what does my little pup want?"

"cum! c-can i cum!?"

sana's quiet for a little, you're almost afraid you've done something wrong or she's no longer into it, but you're physical needs outweighed your saner mind, your one-track mind only concerned with feeling as good as she was making you feel.

so you continue rutting against her, chasing your high desperately while she bites her lip, watching your tits sway with each thrust, her own position compromised as she feels herself grow sticky and wet from the sight and sounds.

you push against her, more and more, whining and moaning right into her ear, knowing she loves to hear you, testing her patience, fluttering internally at the way her grip on your hips tighten with each second, nails digging into your skin just enough to give that perfect sting you adored.

“s-sana? c-can i?” you ask again, holding back the looming crash of your orgasm through tensed muscles.

her eyes snap up to yours and then she grips your hips even harder, forcing you to stop.

you cry, body automatically fighting against her, trying to reject her, but it knew who owned it. you succumbed within seconds, gasping into her shoulder, mourning the loss of what could've been.

"at least you're polite now." her voice is gruff, nails still digging into your skin.

you can’t respond, too exhausted and despaired to do anything but cry.

you don’t even notice her shuffling you around, your hips canting up into nothing whenever she even lingers near your cunt.

that is until you feel the cool silicone strap dragging through your folds, lubing itself up in your essence, catching at your clit, then dragging back down.

you clench around nothing, throwing your head back with an arm over your eyes.

sana tuts, pulling it away, “look at me when i fuck you pup. i’m gonna make sure you remember who owns you.” she thrusts inside, doesn’t give you a chance to think before pulling back out, “gonna make sure you remember who you come home to.” another thrust. “going to fuck you out so good you’ll never be able to take anyone else but me.”

and then she takes off.

she’s gripping your hands together on your lower stomach. that way, your arms push your chest in for her pleasured viewing as she fucks into you with rigor. it also stops you from leaving lines of red down her back while she groans at the sight of the light purple strap attached to herself, grinding against her own clit with each thrust, pulling out wetter than it was each time it goes inside you.

“f-fuck- sana- oh god- i’m- you’re so good fuck-“

“yeah? can anyone else make you feel this way? anyone else- you’d cum for?”

“n-no! only y-you sana fuck- please can i- please-!”

“hold on a little longer baby- let me- fuck god you look so fucking good-"

you whine, thighs shaking as she keeps plowing into you, her eyes locked on the way she pushes inside you every half second. you don't think you can hold on for much longer, she had to understand right? she had edged you three times now, and you were already soo worked up even before she got her hands on you. that wasn't really your fault, she just looked so good in her pretty dress tonight and you couldn't stop imagining her between your legs, eating you out under the dining table while the rest of the world applauded people that would never hold a light to your girlfriend.

"sana i'm gonna- i can't hold it any longer-"

"i told you to fucking wait- fuck- you want me to stop again? huh? leave you hanging all splayed out and desperate to cum?"

you shake your head desperately, holding onto her wrists, eyes clenching shut trying to ward off the looming orgasm.

"i'm almost there baby we'll cum together- c'mon- fuck- you look so good- only i get to see you like this- fuck-"

you nod, her words swimming around in your head, doing whatever you can to appease her, hips returning her thrusts in a frenzy, not even trying to match her pace, just fucked out dumb and reacting with pure physicality.

she leans down, finally, panting next to your ear, thrusts reaching deeper than ever, "alright baby. cum for me."

you cum on command, clenching tightly around her and scream as you come undone, head thrown back, body fluttering and shaking as she continues rutting into you albeit slower and softer. you dimly register her muttering small curses against your throat as you come down, hips stuttering to a slow stop, still buried deep inside you.

you wrap your arms around her tightly now that she's freed you, hugging your sweaty bodies close and reveling in the feeling of her weight on top of you.

you lay like that for a few minutes, breathing in her scent and catching your breath together.

eventually, she has to pull out and you groan lightly as she gently coaxes herself off of you, brushing your sweaty hair off your forehead and pecking you sweetly.

you make grabby hands at her when she’s standing and taking the harness off.

sana giggles, “just a minute baby. you know i wanna cuddle too but i have to clean this.”

you whine incomprehensibly, mumbling a small hurry as she walks towards your bathroom and starts rinsing the strap off.

she comes back far too late for your liking so you try and make up for it by curling around her immediately, climbing almost on top of her and sighing when she runs a hand through your hair in comfort.

“good?”

“you don’t even have to ask.” you mumble against her bare chest, eyes drooping.

she giggles again, you feel the movement in her throat, “wasn’t too much right?”

you shake your head, “you were perfect. like always. thank you. i love you.”

you feel the smile on her lips when she kisses your forehead, “don’t pull that shit in public again or i swear-“

“you’ll fuck it out of me?” you glance up at her with a lazy smile and lidded eyes.

she rolls her eyes, tightening her grip around you, “spoilt.”

“because you love me.”

“i do. even when you’re being a brat.”

“you love when i’m a brat. you love taking power anyway since everyone thinks you can’t top.”

“who thinks that?!”

you shrug, cuddling closer as she gawks at you, trying to get you to look at her. “jeongie says it’s because you have no muscle.” you poke at her bicep lovingly, laughing when she blanches and tries flexing immediately, “nayeonnie says you’re too much of a baby.”

“am not!”

“and momo just doesn’t see it.”

“wha-“

“and she’s known you for the longest soo-“

“okay first of all my muscle is growing back! second, nayeon just says that because she treats me like that and she’s never known otherwise! and momo- momo’s just saying shit because she wants to mess with me!”

you laugh, clasping your hands together and kissing the swell of her breast, “i know i know… i’m not complaining anyway.” you stretch and curl back around her like a cat, “i get all the benefits.”

sana puffs her chest and you adore her pride. “that’s right.”

you giggle, kissing her again and continue talking about nothing and everything, a non-negotiable for the both of you after any session, no matter how quick or small.

[just1cefor4ll]

Your Overlord! Husk is just so 🫠 So I HAD to request something for him!

Reader works at the Casino. She is Husk's favorite waitress (maybe because she is his gf idk 👀) and deals with rude costumers more often than she'd like. During one of those situations, they corner her for trying to "stick her nose in somebody else's business". Overlord! Husk deals with them before they have the chance to do anything. After the situation is taken care of, he steals her away to dote on her <3

This is the (slightly modified) piece of dialogue that inspired my request. Feel free to use it, if you want!

Reader, backing up: "Gentlemen, gentlemen. Let's be civil about this. Let's make a deal; you leave, and you don't die a second time. How does that sound?"

Sinner: "And how do you intend to kill us, dollface?"

Reader: "Oh, no, I can't kill you. But my boss can. Say hi, boss."

Overlord! Husk, appearing behind reader: "Hi."

I'm aware of how cringe this is, but I couldn't help myself ;;

oh my god this isn’t cringe at all!! i love this sm !! hope ive managed to write this how you wanted and that you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this<33

warnings: bad grammar, swearing, alcohol, mention of harassment, the sinners might be sexist? (if i forgot anything tell me in the comments)

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Overlord!Husk x waitress reader

You’ve met Husk a few years ago after you have just fallen into the dark place called Hell. You stumbled upon the casino after you accepted that this was your life— well afterlife for the rest of eternity, and damn, eternity is a long time! So you decided to look for a job, a job you had when you were alive; a waitress.

Husk hired you after a week of you being “on trial” as he likes to call it and you were just fit for the job! You had the nerves of a saint since you used to deal with drunk people that drowned themselves in alcohol and decided to throw the tiny bit of dignity away and harass the workers who didn’t really sign up for being harassed. At your old job you were usually the one that calmed fights and disagreements down and people were really grateful for that. You could say you were like the mom of that last bar you worked at!

Today the casino was calmer the usual, just sinners chatting away and dancing on the dance floor or just having a drink after a long day of work. The day was slow yes, but at least you didn’t have shitty customers to worry about; you thought to yourself but then suddenly the bars doors slam open and in come 4 not so friendly looking fox demons. You hated those kinds of demons, they usually tried to steal and just make your afterlife a living hell— well if that’s even possible since you already are in hell.

You shoot your fellow employees a uncertain glance and walk over to the demons to ask if they decided on their drinks. They snickered as they ordered their drinks and whispered to themselves as you went to get the drinks they wanted. The bartender, Chris, was a fellow friend of yours and as he makes the drinks he says with a worried tone; “Hey Y/N I know you’re experienced and shit but please be careful, those guys used to come here often and they like to start fights and they really are not fun to deal with so just, keep your guard up, okay?” He looks at you with genuine worry as he hands the drinks to you and you pick them up with ease; “Don’t worry Chrissy i’ll be extra careful okay? I’ve dealt with assholes when I was alive you really don’t need to worry about me.” You say with a smile and shoot him a wink and walk over to the men that are now playing poker and are betting for a huge amount of money. You place the drinks down and go back to talk with Chris to pass the time.

Husk was in his usual spot in the VIP room of the casino, gambling with some sinners, having a bored look on his face as it was clear the sinner really had no experience. He looks away for a moment to glance to the other side of the casino to see you chatting with the bartender. He smiles for just a bit and looks back at the game. You were quite close since you had both a lot in common and were quite fond of each other. After about a year and a half of you working at the casino, Husk asked you out and you, of course accepted! You got together after that and you couldn’t have been happier. But the only one that knew about your secret relationship was Chris, since you trusted him with that kind of information. You and Husk got married after 2 years of being together and Chris could just tell you two loved each other, you were practically love sick idiots!

“And you know that bitch that took your place while you were sick? She was a total—” You get cut off by the sound of yelling and you turn your head to see what was happening. The fox demons were now yelling and fighting, screaming foul things at each other because the game was apparently “not fair”. You exchange looks with Chris and sigh, walking over to the angered men with a calm look on your face, straightening your uniform.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen! May I ask what is the cause of all of this commotion? You’re disturbing the others that are trying to have a good time.” You say with a calm tone trying to calm the situation and to not raise attention. “Go mind your fucking business bitch you probably put something in our drinks to make us focus less so that asshole can win!” One of them yells and the others nod along with angered looks on their faces. “Im sorry wh—” You get cut off yet again by the one of the angry men; “Just shut the fuck up your so clueless it’s embarrassing you probably don’t even know how to do your job properly” Another one of them says grabbing your wrist to pull you down to his height. Your nose scrunches in disgust since you can smell the alcohol from his mouth and you just pray you don’t throw up in his face. He starts to speak again, clearly still annoyed; “How about you fucking go do your job like a good little lady and bring us another drink.” The demon says with a smirk on his face and lets you go and whistles at you as you go to leave. You turn around and glare slightly at the man but take a deep breath and say; “Gentlemen calm yourselves please, let’s be civil about this, yes? How about you either leave this casino and never come back, or you can treat the employees with respect.” You say brushing off your uniform and look at them with a smile fake like the money they were betting on.

“Yea? Or else what?” One of them asks gaining some new found confidence and smirks at you looking you up and down, licking his lips as if you were some kind of prey. “You get to keep your little afterlife and don’t die a second time!” You say with a sarcastic tone and smile. They start to laugh as if you just said the most hilarious thing in the entire world and look at you like a little child who was born yesterday; “Aww and how does a little demon like you intend to do that?” They all snicker awaiting your answer that they were sure it was gonna be even more hilarious then the previous statement you made.

Husk who heard the commotion and has been watching the interaction from afar for almost 10 minutes was growing more and more annoyed by the second. How dare they speak to his wife like that? They think they can just waltz in here and fuck with his wife? Yeah no. He slowly starts to walk towards you and the men and you notice him out from the corner of your eye and smirk, knowing from the look on his face that he was pissed. Maybe even that was not that much of a strong word to describe the anger bubbling up in his body. You look at the demons in front of you and say; “Perhaps you would like to discuss that with my boss?” You say and step back from the demons who replace their smug expressions with confused glances.

“Is there a problem here gentlemen?” Husk asks raising a brow with a annoyed look on his face as the fox demons now look like they’ve pissed themselves. You smirk at the men flipping them off from behind, sticking your tongue out. Your boss from your old job never really bothered to stand up for his employees so it felt good to finally have assholes like them eat their own shit.

The demons scatter and leave money at the table at mumble apologies towards you and Husk and leave the casino without another word. The employees and some of the customers cheer and whistle and scream at the demons to never come back and you cheer a bit yourself, happy that someone finally stood up for you.

The atmosphere was finally back to its normal calm self and Husk looks at you with a bit of a angered look, not because of you, but because he was still pissed someone would just treat his wife like shit, but of course he looks at you with a hint of worry but he’s careful to not show it since he has a reputation to uphold. “Y/N, my office. Now.” He says as he slowly walks over to the back door for employees and you share a worried look with Chris, he looks at you confused and raises a brow at you. You just shrug your shoulders since you’re just as confused as him but you follow closely behind Husk as he wait for you at the employee door. You both walk to his office not far down the hall and he opens the door and lets you enter first. He enters right after you, closing the door behind him. He stays quiet for a bit ask he smokes his cigarette, looking out from the huge window he had in his office.

You stand there nervously and fiddle with your sleeves, hoping you weren’t in trouble, because you really don’t wanna deal with an angry Husk. He throws the cigarette butt out of the window and turns to look at you. He walks up to you cups your cheek in his hand and asks; “Are you okay my love? Did those fuckers hurt you?” He says with worry evident in his voice and you sigh; “No, no they didn’t do anything i’m fine Husker i’ve dealt with shit like this before..” You say looking away from him frowning slightly grabbing your slightly bruised wrist. “I don’t take shit like that to heart.” You say with a smirk.

He smiles softly at you and pulls you closer grabbing you by the waist; “I know Doll I just wanted to check on you, you know? Those guys really are pieces of shit and i’ve wanted to shut them up for a while now, but you did that pretty well yourself~” He says with a smirk and a teasing tone.

“Yeah, yeah I know i’m just the best.” You say with a playful tone and chuckle. “I’m glad you were worried about me tho. I guess the “heartless Overlord” really does have a soft spot for me~” You giggle teasing the cat demon, you knew very well he cared about you, and you were very grateful for that. Husk wraps his tail around your leg and look you up at Husk, shivering slightly from his touch, but you can’t help but admire his features up close. He smirks at the remark and pulls you closer so your bodies are practically touching and your faces are inches apart. He suddenly dips you, your lips barely apart as he grabs you firmly, careful so you don’t fall and and smiles, a genuine smile you have never seen before, a smile that Husk himself couldn’t believe he had used and says;

“Hm, well love, you might just happen to have a special spot in this dead heart of mine~”

He says and leans in closing the small gap between you two. Your breath hitches at the contact but you don’t hesitate to kiss back, a simple act that made your heart flutter even though you’ve done this a million times before. You smiled into the kiss and you started to wonder how you could have found such a great partner.

It was kind of funny, you really were a match made in hell.

[colbystoes]

Rumors

Part 2. Part 2 sams ver.

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colby brock x fem!reader

summary: sam, colby, and you go to a haunted area. During the recording, colby isnt very affectionate towards you. when you all get scared, colby decides to comfort r/n not you. viewers suspect and make rumors about your relationship with colby.

disclaimer: this is just a made up place and im not going off one of their videos. (D/N) is your dogs name and R/N is a random girls name(idk)

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“WHATS UP GUYS its sam and colby! and today we’re going to be exploring an haunted area with two special guests..”colby exclaimed.

“hi!” you and r/n wave at the camera when they point towards you guys.

you’ve never been fond about being out in the middle of the night in a haunted area. It never really caught your attention. You zone out while sam and colby explain what we’re going to be doing. you think to urself if it wasn’t for colby, you wouldn’t be here with two idiots in the middle of the night.

“..and here we go!..” sam shouted as he grabbed the camera from the cars hood.

You follow them closely behind and listen to everything near you. it spooks you on how calm sam and colby can be during this time. The crunch of the leaves calms you down. R/n tries making conversations with you but you respond very dryly. You enter the building by jumping over bricks, assuming its the window part of the wall, basically illegally. Watching your step, you grab onto sam when he helps you down, spitting out a quiet thank you. Lifting your head, taking a look at colby wondering why he didn’t help you. Your mind wonders off, forgetting about the video.

Walking over into a unsettling room, a loud bang echoed through the walls and you freeze in shock. R/N jumps over to Colby and grips his shoulder, Colby comforts her and doesn’t call you over or anything. Ignoring his actions, you walk over to where you think the sound was made as soon you did sam zooms in on you. You shout loudly when a piece of brick fell.

“OH FUCK NO. I’m leaving right now!” you screamed at them, running out the building towards the car. You can hear r/n shout at you to come back, but you ignore her and keep on running. Something about that place felt off, like something or someone was watching you. You shake in terror as you wait for them in the car.

Sam, Colby and r/n open the doors to the car placing the camera down, but obviously still recording they ask you why you left like that. You replied with a shrug and look out the window. The car ride back home was quiet. It was dead silence, and uncomfortable silence. Many thoughts run your mind like “why didn’t colby even comfort me” or “why isn’t he even paying attention to me”. You shake off the thoughts while you grab your stuff and head towards the door of the house. Unlocking the front door, you were greeted by your dog (D/N) you pet it and leave to your shared room with colby.

You walk in and see sam and colby already there. You roll your eyes and grab some clothes to shower. Stopping midway, you ask sam something.

“hey sam.. are you going to post that video?..” you questioned, furrowed your eyebrows.

“yea, what about it?” he replied “well… its nothing.” you answered back, ending the conversation.

2 HOURS LATER

“hey.. are you okay? i realized you didn’t sit with me to eat.” colby asked with concern lingering in his words.

“im fine. you dont need to ask, just be with r/n since you cared about her more and also im sleeping in the guest room.” you walked out with a pillow and blanket. Laying down and staring at the ceiling of room, you think to yourself. “i know colby isn’t gonna care for her since they barely know eachother.., but it hurts to not see him comfort you.” you start dazing off with those lingering thoughts.

NEXT DAY

You scroll through the comments of the video, laughing once in a while because of silly comments. You start noticing comments about colby and you. You frown and read the comments.

“colby looks so cold towards Y/N!!”

“did they break up? they look distant.”

“Why is colby giving her such cold stares.”

“why did colby comfort r/n and not y/n?..”

it goes on and on.

*****

The list of comments goes on and on. Tears trickled down your cheeks as you scroll and scroll through the comment section, tears blurring your vision. You got so fast the stool fell down and made a loud clanking noise that startled sam. Your footsteps banging against the hard wood floor, you slam the bedroom door and sob into your pillow.

Thinking about last night, you realized colby was distant. He was cold towards you the whole night. Sam walks into your room and just hugs you. He knows why you’re acting and feeling like this. He saw the comments.

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so like.. this is my first post and like idk how to feel abt it. but pt 2 will come out in a few days, ive been so busy w practice so yea.

[fiorella-a]

Hey! I'm new here, thank you!

Honkai Star Rail boys as... "Cupid's Chokehold" lyrics (+scenarios?? Headcannons?? Mini fic?? Idk)

Info:

-Gn! Reader

-Fluff

Welt:

"Not much of a girlfriend

I never seem to get a lot"

"And I know it sounds so old

But cupid got me in a chokehold

And I'm afraid I might give in"

"And we can be on the phone for three hours

Not sayin' one word"

>> Welt's type would be: mature and patient, that is until you came along. You're reckless and if somebody talked bad about anyone you cared about, you'd be pulling out your weapon in no time. Welt could only sigh at your behavior but can't do anything about it because, well, you're you and he loves you. His soft spot is barely noticeable unless you've known Welt for a while (ehem Himeko, ehem Dan Heng, ehem March) then you'd definitely notice his presence shift and facial expressions soften. When you went to Jarilo-VI with the three youngsters, Welt would message you from time to time;

"Hi, good afternoon. As soon as you arrive at a hotel please notify me and don't call unless i say so."

"Stay safe, darling."

Sampo:

"This is gonna sound like a bad joke

But momma I fell in love again

It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend"

"She's got a smile that would make the most senile

Annoying old man bite his tongue"

"Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but

Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here"

>> When Sampo first revealed it to the trio (he told them first before rubbing it into Gepard's face <33) that he has a girlfriend, they LAUGHED to the point their stomach actually started hurting and Dan Heng had to walk out. When Sampo revealed it was you, they started to side eye him like– "y/n? The person that helped us here in the underground??" "THE Y/N?!" "😲😲❓" Long story short: they approved of the relationship but if they see you upset, they immediately blame it on Sampo.

With your golden heart reputation along with the trailblazer, it's no use for other people to hide such thankful and wonderful feelings whenever you help them. Sampo would be smiling like an idiot if he sees someone who's usually in a bad mood talk to you with smiles in their faces and that's something he'll brag about.

Whenever Sampo would be involved in a fight, you bet he looks at your picture first before going in like a beast to fight, he could only wish that you'll brag about him too <3

Luocha:

"And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long

But I promise this is on a whole new plane

I can tell by the way she says my name"

>> When you first met, you pronounced is name as 'Loo-cha' instead of 'lao-cha' and you thought he was gonna make you carry the coffin he always has (💀) but he laughed it off and taught you how to pronounce his name. When you guys finally established a relationship, you'll find out that he took your phone and changed his own contact name into: "Loocha my beloved."

(Your contact name in his phone would be your name but all scrambled up with 'my beloved' at the end)

Jing Yuan:

"She's got eyes comparable to sunrise"

"She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten"

>> This pretty 'lil General loves every part of you, especially your face. Why you might ask? Whenever he lays his head on your lap while you're eating on the floor, he can see the shine of the sun reflect into your eyes as if you're the human embodiment of the sun itself. Your skin? He loves it. Every scar, every stretch mark, every wound, every bruise, every scar, it's a ten for him. He wishes to be by your side while you heal physically and mentally.

Dan Heng and/or Imbibitor Lunae:

"She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard"

"when I start to build my future she's the main component"

>> He melts whenever you laugh, giggle or chuckle! Doesn't matter if you laugh like a horse or smth, he just finds himself smiling at you– you look so genuine and peaceful that he finds himself affected by the energy you're radiating and he's not planning on leaving.

One night, when he was about to sleep he sees you go into his room and he feels the kiss you gave onto his forehead before whispering quietly to yourself, "I'll be here, making sure you're safe and peacefully sleeping with no nightmares." He had a hard time faking to be asleep– hell even trying to sleep! All he can think about is you both together in the future, making sure each other is safe and that no harm would ruin both of your bond.

Gepard:

"I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun"

>> Absolutely loves your energy and personality. His sister, Serval once said, "What if Y/n's actually the descendant of the Sun God? They makes my 'lil Geppie warm and breaks the ice surrounding him!" She'd laugh at her own statement while Gepard would think about what she said, yes, your personality does seem so energetic and your eyes radiates of what looks and seems to be innocence. But he damn well knows that he'd rather have the ice on his heart melt rather than the ice on his planet melt, call him selfish but he's a fool inlove.

Blade:

"It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home

And I open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor

She'll be back into my arms once more for sure"

>> Being a stellaron hunter is tiring, he wishes he could rest for all eternity but he can't. That was his mindset before you came, now it's all 'when I come home will they be in the shower? Or will they be on the couch, waiting for me?' Of course, you're on the couch and running back into his arms you go! You can tell him that he's all bloody and sweaty but he doesn't care, as long as you're willing to hug him, he has no problem changing the way he comes home.

Arlan:

"I love it when she calls my phone

She even got her very own ringtone"

>> Arlan has a default ringtone for everyone except Asta, Herta, and you. Whenever you call all you need is a second (maximum is 3 minutes) and he'll pick it up speaking with you using his gentle voice, you can almost feel his muscles relaxing at your voice.

Asta promised Arlan that she wouldn't tell his little secret but she spilled it to you by accident saying, "OH! Do you know Arlan memorized your ringtone? That's why he picks up so quickly!" You could only giggle at what she said.

Caelus:

"she even cooks me pancakes

And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches

If that ain't love then I don't know what love is"

>> He Loves the way you care for him. It gives him a feeling of having a childhood or a feeling of once being young. If he gets sick, he always requests you to make him pancakes before taking his medicines and always waffles when he wakes up for breakfast. While you're cooking or feeding him, he looks at you with eyes full of love!

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Tattooed Baby Sibling

Requested: Hi! Hope you are well! Idk if you're taking requests atm, feel free to ignore this if so! But I was thinking of a preference for The Roy Siblings. In which the reader would be their baby sibling, but they have A LOT of tattoos and maybe how the family reacts to them or or how they deal with that part of their sibling? - anon

A/N: I love this!!! I only have about 30, so idk if I qualify as tattooed person just yet lol, but picturing this is fantastic! Thank you for requesting my love!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connor comes from a different generation. He's not used to seeing tattoos in the professional world. Knowing this, you keep yourself pretty covered until you can't. It's at Caroline's wedding you shed some layers, letting your skin show in the heat. He's taken aback. He knew you had a few, but you're covered now. You catch him staring, unsure of his emotions, ready to defend yourself like always: they won't stop you from getting a job, they're a freedom of expression and art, they make you feel more at home in your body, some are just funny and others far more sentimental, that it's your money and you can spend it however you want, etc. Instead though, he just gives you a small smile. "I like the one by your elbow, kiddo." He has a lot of questions, like what does it feel like to get them and why you gravitate towards them when others, like him, feel no need. He knows you get enough judgment from your mother and father. He's your biggest brother, he loves you no matter what.

Kendall doesn't really understand them. Like Connor, he has questions, though you're often reverting back to your childhood self when you answer them: totally defensive. You're busy showing them off to Kerry when you catch his attention. There are a few fresh ones, still raised and irritated. It makes his skin hurt just looking at it. You're completely covered now, working on filling in the gaps. He doesn't see the appeal. He thought, like most "phases", you'd grow out of it, but these things are permanent. Forever. It's a big commitment he could never make. What if he likes something today and hates it tomorrow? You assure him you've never felt that way, but if you ever do, it's something you liked once and that's enough. He makes some not so great remarks about professionalism and what happens when you get older, but they're all out of big brother concern. Eventually you tell him that they've never affected your ability to get a job and that they'll look cool just like they do now when you're older. End of discussion. He doesn't hate them, but he doesn't think they're great either, especially you being his baby sibling. He'll never approve.

Shiv has always wanted to get a matching tattoo with you. Something small, delicate, tasteful, probably on her ankle. You make plans for this, but it never happens. You can never agree on what you want. You urge her to hurry up since you're running out of space. She loves them, she thinks they're really cool and also a huge middle finger to your father. You're always eager to show her the newest ones. She wouldn't expect anything less from you. You've been drawing on yourself since you could hold a marker. Every time you came home from school covered in ink your father would order either one of your siblings or one of the nannies to scrub you til skin came off. He barked that this was unacceptable behavior, but it never stopped you from doing it again. Now look at you. She doesn't hold the same fears or beliefs as your brothers. She's under the belief that if it makes you happy, truly happy, and it doesn't kill Logan, then it's fine. Why should anyone try to stop you? It's a tattoo, that's all.

Roman is the least bothered by them. Why would he care? It's not his body. He calls Connor and Kendall old men for being so uptight about it. Does he make fun of you to no end about them? Of course. Oh no y/n, a Chipotle bag threw up all over you! Looks like you've still got some unused space right. . . there. Where's Waldo am I right? If I can find the end of the maze do I get a prize? He has a habit of poking fresh tattoos and feigning ignorance, too. How am I supposed to know what's new and what's not? He also loves to point out new ones to your mother and father, who both despise them. Oops, did I do that? He runs away before you can hit him. He understands, while also an aesthetic thing, it's about pain, too. There's something satisfying about the needle that you can't get anywhere else. That noise, the constant poking, the radiating ache. He gets it. You all have to do what you gotta do to get by. A need to go back, this inner wanting for the pain again. It's socially acceptable and you get permanent art to go along with it. Win-win.

[unreasonable-keysmash]

So, Helluva Boss season 2 episode 4 thoughts.

First off, the script just… didn't feel very tight? The hospital scene dragged on, Stolas made the same joke three times in a row, the music playing during the M&M/Striker fight was weird, they straight up stole a joke from Hazbin. It didn’t feel like a final draft.

I also completely felt that Striker should have decided to kill Stolas despite Stella calling him off. I was actually shocked that wasn't where it went. It would have only improved things. Striker would have been left a bigger threat at the end, and, more importantly, it would have given his character more integrity.

Pretty much everyone else has said it, but yeah, the Blitz and Loona B plot didn’t fit here. Would have been amazing somewhere else, I really enjoyed it in isolation, but it didn’t fit here.

Also: Ugh, 3/4 of the episodes so far have been Stolitz. And I like Stolitz. I mean, I liked it better before it seems like they've been kinda trying to sanitize it, but whatever. But ¾ of the episodes so far!! Jesus!!

(Also: "eternity is a long time?" Okay, are the Goetias immortal or not? Because at first I thought they were. Originally I even theorized Stolas was a fallen angel. But then in season 2 episode 1 we got the lame childhood friends trope, so apparently he's like forty? So it's like, okay, he has a normal human lifespan, got it. I mean, I don't like that as much, but sure, that's how it is. Except then no, apparently he is immortal, he just happens to be within human lifespan at the moment - but hang on, if the Goetias are immortal, why do they need to keep producing precautionary heirs? I haven't seen anyone else mention this, and it's driving me nuts!! Make it make sense!!)

That’s not to say there weren’t things I didn’t like. ""What does he look like, your highness?" "...Sexy?" "That's Striker, Sir!"" I really enjoyed Striker's monologue - the “you don't get to talk over me” felt so fucking good. And Striker backstory tease!! I need it yesterday!! The Striker song was very very fun, and I liked Striker, Stolas, and Millie lampshading it. The animation was gorgeous, like always.

But overall… eugh. I loved season 1 so much, man, and it just feels like season 2 is a different show. The worst season 1 episode is still better than the best season 2 episode.

Episode 1 just straight-up felt like bad fanfiction of season 1. Episode 2 just... it just didn't make any sense, and the tone clash was awful, and the whole thing was way too Stolitz-centered. Episode 3 is mostly really good, but the whole thing is overshadowed by the Millie Problem.

And Episode 4… idk. I mean, it was… it was fine, I guess. But it's just like... I can't believe this is the same show that gave us Loo Loo Land.

[themurderrose]

yiling fertility thoughts [test tube baby A Yuan cultivated via resentful energy by WWX]

further to my evil author day fic post available at the end of this post, I am HAVING THOUGHTS about how to write more in the verse. So, let us get into it:

THINKING ABOUT WWX WHO WANTED HER OWN FAMILY SO MUCH SHE CULTIVATED A CHILD ALL BY HERSELF ONLY NOBODY BELIEVED HER AND THOUGHT SHE'D GONE AND GOTTEN HERSELF KNOCKED UP SO THEY DISOWNED HER AND LWJ DIDN'T HEAR ABOUT IT UNTIL SHE WAS GONE FAST FORWARD 4 YEARS AND WWX IS AT THE FOREFRONT OF FERTILITY RESEARCH AND CORUNS A CLINIC WITH WEN QING

I'm thinking about wwx who uses resentful energy in her fertility work, and lwj who uses like purity rituals and stuff in her fertility work, and thinking about them meeting at a medical conference where they're both lecturing

thinking about lil baby a yuan in the conference daycare, and lwj falling Fast cause there is Literally No Other Way for lwj to fall thinking about them

thinking about lwj seeing a yuan and immediately forgetting her uncles teachings about 'those born from resentful energy are poisoned and wrong' and going 'how can anyone as cute as this be poisoned and wrong'

I'm thinking about yanli and her hubby ended up with Yiling Fertility. I'm thinking that they were having lots of trouble conceiving because despite how Prevalent his father was, jin zixuan is practically completely infertile. thinking about them going to lwj and it not working even after they've gone through 3 rounds of 'pure 'Purely cultivated' ivf, and then yanli sitting up one night crying about never being able to have a child because 'a xuan i'm getting older'

thinking about zixuan going Right. thinking about him down wwx because he'd heard something through a grapevine, and booking an appointment with just him first and being all 'i know a li's family have been awful to you - your family - but professionally, do you think you could treat her? us? we really want a child, and we've been to the lan clinic for three rounds

so wwx is like 👀 👀 👀 'how is shijie? or, well, Jiang Yanli? or does she— is it Jin now? How, how is your wife?" and jzx is just, not horrified, he'd known how badly the jiangs had imploded but he hadn't known you know? And he's like 'call her Yanli, at least for now. And yes, it's Jin privately but she keeps Jiang professionally' (idk if they do that in china?! but for now at least they do) and wwx is nodding and nodding and then wen ning opens the door "can i get you tea? coffee? boss?" and wwx is like "coffee please, a ning. Jin Zixuan, I'll be five minutes, you can tell A ning what you'd like to drink." and darts from the room, running into the loos and having a controlled 3 min breakdown, washing her face, reaplying her makeup and returning to her office, controlled, in charge, The Boss ™️

thinking about how they make plans to bring Yanli in for a check up, scheduling things and wwx opens a file for them, taking notes etc. [the fic part that ive published]

thinking about JZX saying 'if you need our notes from the Lans—" and WWX is like Absolutely not we do things my way, but secretly like ooo lan zhan cause WHEN IS SHE NOT.

thinking about wwx choosing not to contact the Lan clinic because she knows she'll only get condemnation there and they likely will not pass on their records, and although she's always liked lan zhan, if wen qing taught her anything it was self preservation

anyway thinking thoughts about maybe a lz pov for another chapter...

if that intrigued you at all please check this out 👇

[eleanore-delphinium]

Oh what are the ideas for the fic ur thinking about for damirae ? 🙃

I will start with, I have always been a loyal DamiRae shipper. But this, this one, I am bending a little. Well, a little bit more.

This is more JayRae feat. Damirae, but I think you could say it could be the other way around too.

Spoilers ahead.

WARNING: Major Character Death, Manipulation

And there are 2 ideas...

Falling for Raven

It starts off at night, in a forest, with a man running. It's in his POV.

And he just keeps swearing. A wooden cabin comes to view and he ran to it and hurriedly entered .

And more swearing as he kicked and punched the wall. Shattering something.

And then cut to-- a bunch of DamiRae scenes.

I'm thinking, how they met, and I'm thinking they met at 13. Then it shows some of their little cute moments as their ages progressed.

How they clearly wanted to get married to each other and loved each other so much. Maybe even made plans to get married. And some of their intimate moments too-maybe.

How she grieved at 19 when she lost Damian Wayne.

And there is a beach scene where Raven kept staring at the sea, the sun has not yet set but was low at the horizon.

How she wanted to follow him because Damian was lost at sea. He was on a mission and something went wrong with the jet. She wasn't there in that mission. He told everyone to evacuate but he stayed.

And they lost him in the ocean to be never found again.

She started walking into the ocean, in a straight line.

Jason had actually followed her worried but stayed from a distance and saw her walking into the ocean with her clothes still on, minus the shoes she left on the shore.

He ran to her but she was gone by the time he reached the shore and called her name.

Then she was suddenly beside him, "Jason?"

He was startled as he looked to his left. Raven was wet and still wore her clothes.

They were sitting now, looking at the sunset as the calm waves washed the sand.

She confessed to him that she wanted to follow Damian wherever he was. How life was so hard without him. But she also knew that he'd want her to be happy and move on.

She confessed too that if she had found his body maybe she'd do everything to resurrect him.

And then, she'd say, she probably still wouldn't. Because she knew that that version of her was something her boyfriend would not want her to become too.

How she still struggles everyday over the lost of him.

And then--

"Jason? What's wrong?" Raven said and we are brought back to the cabin. In the darkness of the cabin that has become a mess.

The man froze.

"You're bleeding, Why'd you suddenly run off?" She asked and the man turned looking defeated to reveal Jason Todd.

He fell in love with his dead brother's girlfriend. He didn't know when, but he just realized it now.

She was confused but closed the distance between them. And with every step. And with every thought he had.

She realized what was the matter.

Damian was gone for almost 6 years, and somehow Jason's gaze toward her changed.

Raven took a step back, visibly rattled.

"Don't say anything." He said and the two stared at one another, "Please let me say it."

Silence.

"I'm in love with you, Raven." He confessed.

Then I was thinking that is how this ends...

Because I want to leave the readers hanging with an open ending. Did they or did they not? Who knows...

And also I was planning that it was revealed that the POV in the DamiRae scenes was actually Jason and the intimate parts were his assumptions. Though I don't know how I will be able to pull that off.

But maybe I would be able to... considering I wrote The Engagement, Pillow Talk and Heart of Stone.... idk man... (check them out if you haven't)

But,

I do see this scene too.

In a graveyard, maybe a few days later, Raven is talking to Damian, needing help and guidance.

Then maybe a few months after, she is with Jason at his grave, and in the distance, there is a man in black watching them.

Now, the second idea.

What If You Came Back?

This one could just be loosely connected to the first one. But not necessarily the same timeline.

Raven is already dating Jason but Damian suddenly came back.

It was confusing. Jason knew that he was nothing in comparison to Damian and was ready to let her go even though it hurt and he didn't want to.

Raven and Damian are on a couch and were talking. And she caressed his face and asked for one last kiss.

But as her lips drew closer to his, she froze. She couldn't.

She said her goodbye to him and them.

She is then seen waiting outside of Jason's apartment.

"I was with Damian," She told him.

He tried to ignore her and she could smell the alcohol around him like perfume as he attempted to open his door.

Jason just wanted her to be over with it. But he also couldn't tell her to. He was certain she was gonna tell him that she was leaving him for Damian.

She slowly opens up about this situation and Jason is just quiet. He is facing his door but no longer attempting to open it.

"I will always love him. He will always have a place in my heart." Raven finally said and Jason closed his eyes, what he was waiting for was finally coming. "Would that be okay with you?"

Jason was shocked.

Ultimately she choose him and they kissed, the door was open and they continue on inside, and he asked her, "Are you sure you want me?"

Or something. And then the end. Oh, she said yes.

And then I was like, but imagine Damian gave them his blessing and asked Raven if he could give her off in their wedding. Which she happily accepted.

And also rather symbolic because he supports the relationship. And her dad is a dick so why would she want him to give her away.

Then I was also like, but what if, in the wedding, he gives her off, then wham bam, stabs Jason, kidnapped Raven, and made her forget everything after his death and Raven and Damian have a happy ending.

The last bit, is just a thought. Very Dark I Know.

This isn't the first time I thought of a JayRae fic, but the second one being them being the endgame is a first.

And I feel so unfaithful. DamiRae is OTP. Forgive me this once guys. But you can hate me too.

But the running in the forest and all is plaguing me. I want to write the frustration, make you think it was Damian and then be shocked as fuck that it was Jason.

And that is all folks. Thanks for the interest Anon! Ta-ta.

[ibusukiss]

Boueibu Rewatch

Thursday's for the Boys! 10

Happy Kiss! Episodes 1-3

ITS TIME FOR HAPPY KISS LETS GOOOO

Episode 1

I had to pause the episode to start typing this out bc im so in love with these characters i cant take my eyes off of them LOL

Immediately I am reminded why HK is my favorite - it is SO much more character interaction focused than love. Dont get me wrong - i love the s1 boys a lot, but the show doesnt give them their moments to interact with eachother as much as HK does - everyone gets Their Moment to interact with the other characters, not just the ones the show is 'shipping' with them! and I love this season for it!

Nanao is so fascinating, bc all the other characters kinda have their S1 equivalent e-

ATA IS ON SCREEN OMG ITS HIM

ok anyway - except for Nanao - hes also seems more nuanced than the others somehow? idk hes just neat

this seitokai is soooo mean girls

it is a CRIME that they made such cute designs for Karls and Fura as humans and theyre hardly ever in their human forms the whole show T_T

I also appreciate this season knows that we are very familiar with the formula of Boueibu already and they get straight to the point

I love how mad kyochan gets at karls XD

This monster is just having his twink death crisis

I do love these transformations - though I have always wondered why they seem to have put a filter over it? The colors just look a bit dark/muted?

God, when I first saw these costumes I loved them but thought they were so dumb - I still think that now LOL - my picky things are I think Nanao and Taishi's hair colors clash too much with their knight colors, and overall the saturation on all their designs could be turned down a bit haha

theyre breaking the fourth wall so much i kinda forgot abt that

its also refreshing that they have to convince kyochan to lead them, since yumoto is such a charismatic leader for 2 seasons, its a nice change to have kind of a useless leader

hot take all music from HK slaps no i dont take criticism

they rly do acknowledge and then glance over the fact that Karls and Fura are like...drafting them into a war for power lmao

Episode 2

It is the BEST that they all know eachother from the beginning - and the fact that the only characters taking it seriously are Ata and Fura (and Karls but not to the same extent)

Ah yes Honyalaland - i have built such a beautiful AU around it that reflects NOTHING of what is actually in the show

hkjksdjkns kyoata interactions save me

headcanon that ata has trouble sleeping until he starts sleeping next to kyochan and then he sleeps really well

I know theyre trying to show that Kyochan is oblivious that Ata doesnt like him but I like to see it as he is just more mature than Ata, and he wants to still be friends with him, so he isnt gonna get upset with ata speaking his mind

omg fura tying up ata with vines sounds like one of my fanfics but its CANON

human fura rly is pretty man

I say this will all the love in my heart - edelstein has the weakest transformation BUT that doesnt stop me from loving it anyway

this ep always makes me crave karaage bento

I have dragon age brainrot rn so all I can think of when I hear 'Neve Kiss' is Neve Gallus kiss, and u know what? i would.

Is this the most evil Taiju is the whole season? LOL

Episode 3

This is probs one of my favorite episodes in all three seasons - it was the episode that proved to me that HK is my favorite season

GOD there is so much unspoken history between Nanao and Taiju- theyre clearly close friends but we never realllyyy learn when or how they met, we just know theyve known eachother since at least their 1st year of high school

toshiyuki toyonaga is SO good in this ep

ok...im dumb, i just got that maasa's reaction to ice cream boy insisting on calling something by its full name was due to his discomfort with his birth name..im dumb

Ata is such a little freak I love himmmm

i guess i like this ep bc it feels kinda OVA-ish

ponytail nanao so cute

maasa and ata sitting together rly just look like mean preps lmao

Bag closure monster is BEST monster. BEST!

this also taught me a lot of japanese words for random things

also Tyndall effect (chindaru genshou) just reminds me of the bit in Uramichi Onisan with miyano mamoru laughing at dick jokes

KDNSJK Taiju and Nanao on ice cream date is so good AND THEM CALLING EACH OTHER ENEMY!!!!

im so glad we're on HK :D and this much closer to the movie release!!!!!!!!!!

[chaifootsteps]

anon roll call! I'm 'Lackadaisy Anon', mid-20s though I don't want to say how old specifically

I saw the HH pilot first but I got into HB a lot more after 'Loo Loo Land' dropped & thought it had the better premise. I was fairly uncritical towards it in s1 and was loving the show more and more during the period ep 5 - ep 7 came out.

but then I started hearing other things about Viv/Spindle and the pilot cast for HH got dropped. at first I thought it was a standard industry/union thing at first but when it became obvious it wasn't true I got more and more disillusioned.

as you can probably guess, I saw the Lackadaisy pilot somewhere in the middle of all this and as HB got more and more disappointing I migrated further into the LD fandom. I don't even really consider myself 'in' the HB fandom now - I mostly just lurk nowadays to see how bad it will get, but at some point I'm planning to drop HB entirely. I wanted to see how the full moon plot resolves but idk if I care enough to stick around for the divorce plotline to end, too. suffice it to say I thought Stolas was an interesting character after Loo Loo Land and now he's my most hated character in the show by far.

tl:dr; I'm a lot happier with my time following Lackadaisy & not only because I don't have to engage in cognitive dissonance to defend a showrunner who can't behave professionally. LD is a show that rewards your attention and has a kind, creative fandom Tracy helped to foster through her own conduct. HB is the exact opposite of that, and the critical community is the only part I can really engage with anymore.

I think a lot of us are in the same place, just watching to see how bad things are. In contrast, Lackadaisy is an absolute joy to follow and I hope it always will be.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hi

I’m the anon that asked pack parents with their parents interact and here is the thoughts i wanted to talk about Chris’ parents but my english is not so good (the reason of started to read fanfic in english) try my best to explain my thoughts. That means i’m sorry if there’s a nonsense sentence 🥹

1. After pretty move in to Chris flat they were cuddling and scenting her that means also her scent lingering on him too right (but not too strong but more than just a roommate way bcs in my head he is alpha his scent too strong and stubborn to goes weak or disappear idk if it’s wrong or). The first time he visit his parents house after she move in they notice that scent it’s obviously not his packmates it’s new and his father like questioning directly like “do you got into relationship” Chris confusing “no, why?”, ”that scent lingering on you?!” He goes blushing but act fool “idk what are you talking about dad” his that don’t push too much bcs that obviously his son don’t want to talk about whatever that is so he just leave it. His MOM knows pretty’ scent too well but also act fool like in outside “anyway how’s your new roommate? Is she kind? Is she kind to your pack mates?” But in the inside her brain goes crazy like ”NDJDJSJDHDHWKAIDNDXO IT IS A POSSIBILITY OF THEY GOT TOGETHER?!!”

2. When after they got together visit his parents house to sleepover. They eating dinner together and little bit chating just a usually goes how their visiting and they go to his room to sleep pretty and chris lying on the bed kissing, cuddling that makes Chris so worked up (i can’t blame him 🤷‍♀️) when he goes too deep pretty like “no baby, I don’t want to disrespect your parents, they literally sleeping in same house” and he reassure her that room is soundproof he went trough his rut in this room (he was teenager where else he go) until he move out (i mean it’s werewolves house so they went trough their rut and heats in their room it must be a soundproof no one wants to hear their parents or children’s rut or heat sound) and in here idk how she act. Is she turns him down and he pout, whines little bit but if she doesn’t feel comfortable ofc he respect her and turns himself down or on the other hand she seduced by him. If that happens HERE IS THE POINT I WANT TO SAY soundproof doesn’t mean scent proof his parents know by the scent and they don’t react at all outside BUT HIS MOM’S BRAIN “PUPS, THEY GONNA HAVE PUPS SKDJDRNFJK” after they leave the house she runs to her husband “WE’RE GONNA HAVE GRAND PUPS HONEYYYY” he also happy that his wife happy “honey don’t get too excited, they are still young and they didn’t even mated yet but yeah eventually we’re gonna have grand pups”. Other day mom calls Chris and ask not too obviously, goes like “you guys are been together pretty long right,don’t you think it’s time take your relationship on a next level?” ofc Chris get his mom’s point also don’t want to pushed by other people but can’t snap at his mom so just respectfully goes “we’re happy what we are now mom, you don’t have to worry”

Ughhh it was the longest writing in english for me. It was hard i have no idea how you write this masterpieces i’m in love with you 🥰. Sorry again for my english, bad grammar and vocabulary i tried my best.

And have a good day or goodnight (I don’t know your time zone)

aaaaa, back in the day i also used fanfiction as my reading practice for english, so i get you skjdfhskjdf i'm proud of you, bb. keep up !

is sooooo cute. like, imagine Chris' mum all fangirling because her son is finally has a competent partner kjsdhfskjdhsdf Chris' dad looing at her like: "really? this is what we're doing now? speculating on our son's love life?" and then when they found out she's right she's gonna be super annoying to him about it "UHUM TOLD YOU SO"

KJSAHFSKDJFH i honestly don't think either of them will be too prude when it comes to Doing It in his childhood bedroom. Chris might, he'd be all like "you know, this is my parents' house..." but he doesn't feel as inclined to "respect" their territory because, in a way, that room is his territory still. they're definitely desecrating that room. his parents aren't dumb, they'll Know even if they can't Hear Them. and yes, they'll get excited over having grandpups sdjkfhjksdf (pls i love the concept of grandpups....). alsoo he'd definitely Ignore that pressure his mum is trying to put on him just like you said sdkjfhsdkjf

this was really cute to read, thanks for sharing it with the class !

[mmunson86]

“You’re going to ask out Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?”

Hah real original Steve why don’t you come up with something else to call him or I don’t know get to know the guy

“Why would you do something like that?”

Maybe because he’s cute and is probably a really good guy , never judge her book by its cover Steve

other than the time you caught him checking out your ass beneath your cheer skirt senior year, but things were different now.

Well, I sure hope that Eddie got a good view of our peach 😏

“What do you want me to do? I’m not asking him out for you.”

Yeah we know that Steve but we need you to help us get Dustin away from Eddie for like idk 5 minutes while we make our move here

an exchange that you couldn’t make out from your distance, but fell silent the moment your steps sounded a touch too close.

Something tells me that Eddie & Dustin may or may have not been talking about us, but i am going to say that they defiantly were talking about us when we approached them🙂‍↔️

“I think you’ve got about five seconds to leave before she snaps, Henderson. Might want to make yourself scarce.”

As much as i love you Dustin you are being a major cockblock can we please have Eddie alone 😩

“Are you asking me on a date, princess?”

Hell yeah we are, look it took a whole lot to work up the nerve to ask you so please go easy on us🫠

“If I ever say no to a date with you, assume I’ve finally lost it. But, uh, you sure about this?”

Eddie if we weren’t sure about this would we have asked you to go watcha movie with us? Of course we are sure !🙂‍↔️

“You’re pretty, you like horror and metal, and you like me. Why?”

Eddie you are beyond prefect and i wish that you could see that, this town has been bad to you but we dont care about what any of them have to say you are a great guy inside & out💗

Does it make me a total loser if I’ve thought about kissing you for, like, ever?”

No it doesnt at all Eddie i am begging you to please kiss us right now before i loos my mind😩💗

“Ditto. I’m all yours, princess. Take whatever you want.”

I am going to combust! Sky daddy mercy me i beg you please! Eddie is going to be the end of us ISTG🫠

“What if I want everything?”

“It’s yours. Been yours,” he admitted, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his gaze met yours once more.

I am crying, screaming & throwing up all in a goos way BTW i am just over here completely loosing my mind ���

“Blowjobs aren’t usually the priority.”

Well get used to them Eddie because unlike them we are not ashamed to be seen with you, we want you in every way, shape & form💗

“But I wanna see how much prettier you are when you’re falling apart.”

We are about to give you the best head of your entire life & make you fall in love with us even more Munson😌🫶🏻

“Take your time, princess. When you do, though, maybe you can return as my girlfriend.”

& just like that we are Eddies GF , gosh i seriously loved this from start to finish! Everything was great about it! & the smut was delicious but the ending had me blushing like a fool i loved it🙈💗

Movie Night

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18, Minors DNI!

Summary: You've been crushing on Eddie Munson for ages. When you finally ask him over to a watch a movie, you learn that your feelings are definitely requited. Warnings: General mention of Eddie's reputation/being mistreated for said reputation, protected PinV, oral (m receiving). Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Word Count: 7.8k (it got away from me, my bad)

“I think I’m going to ask him out.”

Steve, who had been sorting through tapes on autopilot - huffing at each return that needed to be rewound, muttering under his breath each time your perch on the counter jeopardized his precarious pile of returns - lifted his head at the sound of your voice.

A quick glance around the store reminded him that it was empty, save for the two of you, Dustin Henderson, and Eddie Munson. It was obvious that you weren’t talking about Dustin and he knew you weren’t talking about him - been there, done that; be kind, don’t rewind. 

The only logical conclusion was Eddie and that pulled a grimace from Steve as he spared your one-time classmate a  weary glance.

Across the store, Eddie watched as Dustin - with flailing limbs and grinning lips - sorted through tapes in search of a film neither you nor Steve had ever heard of. He looked amused, eyes wide and bright as he listened to Dustin, and it brought a soft smile to your lips that Steve quickly erased.

“You’re going to ask out Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?” Steve shuddered, as if he couldn’t bear to think about it - only a little exaggerated, a little dramatic in a way he often teased Dustin for - and shook his head as he transferred his pile to the cart. “Why would you do something like that?”

Though Steve had made great strides in shedding the high school persona he’d spent so long clinging to - he was no longer the Grade-A douchebag he once was - there were still moments of reflexive snobbery that made you roll your eyes. It didn’t help that there was an undercurrent of jealousy, spurred by Dustin’s newfound Eddie worship, but he seemed to realize his mistake as he held up a hand in apology.

“He’s cute.” There was a defensive bite to your tone, sharp and pointed - a derisive huff that made Steve raise a brow - as you spared the pair a glance.

Though most wouldn’t believe it, you’d always found Eddie cute. When he returned to school your junior year (his first senior year) with longer hair, wearing a leather jacket, you’d been drawn to him immediately. There was something about him that enchanted you - his hair, his smile, his big brown eyes, his theatrics, his give-no-fucks attitude - and saddled you with one of the biggest crushes you’d ever had.

Despite the years of pining, you never acted on it. Eddie never gave you much reason to believe your feelings might be requited, other than the time you caught him checking out your ass beneath your cheer skirt senior year, but things were different now. High school insecurity was gone and you no longer cared what anyone thought about your personal life.

And if Eddie truly had no interest in you, you wouldn’t be stuck in a building with him five days a week.

Steve’s face remained sour, uncertain - despite his knowledge that Eddie was almost perfectly your type - so you rolled your eyes and jostled the desk, just to make him jump. When he glared at you, you grinned.

“I mean, what’s the harm? Eddie’s always been nice to me. At worst, I pull a Henderson and replace you with Eddie.”

“Please. My life would drastically improve if you left me alone.” At your mock outrage, Steve sneered - though you could see the glimmer of amusement in his eyes, one that confirmed he was joking, though he would likely apologize for being bitchy later, anyway.

Steve shook his head as he shoved a tape, ready to be marked as a return, into your hands. “Of course Munson has always been nice to you. You’re hot.” It was said easily, as if it was the most logical explanation, a point blank huff that had him shrugging when you teasingly wagged your brows. “You know I think you’re hot. Shut up. And Munson’s weird, but he’s still a guy.”

The sharp nudge of your foot to Steve’s side drew another annoyed huff, this one accompanied by a swift swat to your foot - one that made you laugh and Steve roll his eyes.

“He’s not weird,” you defended, eyes narrowed as you scratched at the Family Video sticker covering the spine of a tape. “Just because you’re not into the same stuff doesn’t mean he’s, like, a freak or something. He’s just a guy. A cute guy, but just a guy.”

Finally, as if he’d come to terms with the fact that no work would be done until you’d decided to make your move or backed down, deflated and intending to leave well enough alone, Steve turned to lean against the counter. He folded his arms over his chest and allowed his gaze to flicker between you and Eddie.

“You’re really into him?” 

Steve knew that you were. Just as you’d given him dating advice, he’d given you the same in return and knew that you had a thing for metalheads in theory - guys with leather jackets and music collections that made his head hurt - but the last person you actually pursued was more like him. It was always the safe choice and he wanted to be certain that you knew what you were getting yourself into.

“You’re totally forgetting that I thought Billy Hargrove was gorgeous until he opened his mouth and proved himself to be a Grade-A dickhead. At least Eddie’s really a nice guy.” With a sigh, you slid from the counter - careful not to destroy Steve’s pile - and frowned as you spared Eddie another sideways glance.

A dejected sigh escaped, fell from your mouth in a puff of hot air, as you emulated Steve’s stance and folded your arms over your chest. You understood where Steve was coming from - his question was fair, one that made perfect sense - but it made your chest ache as you searched for the words to adequately describe what you’d been thinking.

“I just… I’m tired of going for the safe choice, you know? I’m tired of looking for people that won’t disappoint my parents or make judge-y assholes look twice, even if they make me miserable.” With a forced laugh, a sound that rang hollow in your own ears, you turned your full attention back to Steve. “I think you’re the only person I ever even attempted to date that I halfway liked and we both know how that ended up.” Steve made a face, one that clearly displayed his understanding, as he tilted his head to study Eddie, trying to see what you saw. “Eddie’s cute and sweet and I’m not just into him because I feel like I’m supposed to be.”

Steve understood, if only vaguely - he’d chased after people just because he felt he was supposed to, spent his entire high school career being a guy he didn’t really like because that was who he felt he was supposed to be - so he nodded. With a wave of his hand, he gestured to Eddie. “I say, if you want to ask him out, just do it. There’s no chance he’ll turn you down. He’s weird, not an idiot.”

With Steve’s encouragement, if only barely, you turned to face Eddie. There was a fire burning in the pit of your stomach, flames lapping at your already warm skin, as you considered exactly how to approach him. There was no sense in trying to beat around the bush - he was sweet, flirty and kind, but would need to be asked directly, just to avoid any misunderstanding - and you knew that you couldn’t have a conversation with him with Dustin Henderson stuck to his side.

“Steve.”

An exasperated sigh escaped Steve, who had only just turned back to his work, as he held his hands up in defeat. “What?” Warm brown eyes narrowed, focused on you in an exasperated frustration that made you laugh. “What do you want me to do? I’m not asking him out for you.”

Laughter bubbled in your throat, escaped a little louder than you intended and drew Eddie and Dustin’s attention as you imagined Steve playing the middleman for you and Eddie. With a dismissive wave of your hand, you turned your head and pouted at Steve. “Take responsibility for your child and distract Henderson. I can’t ask Eddie out with him right there.”

Steve fixed you with a wholly unimpressed stare, not at all surprised by the turn your day had taken. “Fine,” he sighed, turning his attention back to the screen in front of him. “Get him over here and I’ll distract him. But you owe me. Cover my shift on Saturday? I’ve got a date with Lisa.”

“I thought you were going out with Anna?” Steve grimaced in a way that told you there would be a deeper conversation later, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to be distracted. Instead, you waved a hand. “Whatever. Henderson is literally only here because of you. I don’t owe you shit.” You rounded the counter, brows raised as Steve pulled a face, and laughed when he rolled his eyes. “I will swap you, though. I’ll take your Saturday night if you take my Friday night.”

“Yeah, alright. Just go before I change my mind. The kid can be a total cockblock when he wants to be and I’m thinking about letting him.”

With a middle finger tossed behind you, angled in Steve’s direction - met with his laughter and, no doubt, a middle finger of his own - you started off across the store. Dustin and Eddie had dropped their conversation to furious whispers, an exchange that you couldn’t make out from your distance, but fell silent the moment your steps sounded a touch too close.

“Henderson.” At your greeting, Dustin’s attention snapped to you, eyes wide and lips parted with a sentence you’d broken. Eddie shot him a sideways look and you raised an eyebrow at the silent conversation that passed between the pair. “Steve wanted to talk to you.”

Dustin frowned, eyes darting between you and Steve - whose back remained to your group. “About what?”

Eddie stifled a laugh, wide eyes amused as he watched you huff, and you rolled your eyes as Dustin waited expectantly. “I’m not a mindreader, Henderson. Ask him yourself."

Without so much as another glance in your direction, Dustin turned his attention back to the shelf he and Eddie had spent twenty minutes dissecting. “I’m busy,” he declared, fingers reaching for another tape that he had no intention of renting.

“Un-busy yourself. Now, preferably,” you snapped, eyes narrowing as Dustin turned to look at you. Before he could respond - mutter something smart, a quip that would leave you more annoyed - Eddie laughed and nudged his shoulder.

Eddie’s eyes, wide and pretty - a glassy brown that you could lose yourself in, given the chance - met yours. There was a knowing glimmer, the understanding that you wanted him alone, though you could see a hint of confusion as he tried to imagine just what you could want. “I think you’ve got about five seconds to leave before she snaps, Henderson. Might want to make yourself scarce.”

With Eddie’s encouragement, Dustin shot you an unimpressed glower before he stomped across the floor, muttering all the while. Beneath his breath, he mumbled something about not understanding girls, a huff that Suzie was the least difficult girl in his life, and had the nerves not been threatening to choke you, you would’ve laughed.

“I love those kids,” you began, eyes following Dustin’s retreating form as he approached the counter with an exaggerated huff, “but, man.”

A soft huff of laughter, accompanied by the crinkle of leather as Eddie stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket, met your eyes. That knowing smile grew a touch brighter, something more understanding, as he nodded. “It’s his tone,” he declared, grin conspiratorial. “A little humility would go far there.”

“Thank you! That’s what I’ve been saying!”

Eddie laughed and shook his head as you tossed your arms, exasperated, before glancing at you from beneath his lashes. Despite the clear amusement still settled across his features, it was obvious that he was studying you. It made you eager to shrink beneath his gaze, unused to being the center of his attention for longer than a few moments, but you willed yourself to keep your head held high as he raised a brow.

“So, Henderson’s gone,” he pointed out, dragging each syllable out just a moment longer than necessary. “What’s up? If you’re lookin’ to buy, I don’t have anything with me. We could meet later, though, if you want.”

“No, no. That’s not -“ You cut yourself off with a shake of your head, incredulous laughter threatening to escape as you did. “I don’t want to buy. I was thinking, maybe we could watch a movie or something? I want to watch The Return of the Living Dead but my friends are all chickens. I know you like horror so, I just thought, maybe we could watch it together.”

Eddie blinked, clearly caught off guard, and stilled for what felt like an eternity. In reality, only a moment passed before his lips began to curve into a slow smile. There was mischief glittering in his eyes, a warmth you hadn’t seen from him before, and you knew in that moment that Steve was right. “Are you asking me on a date, princess?”

“I am.” Despite his best attempt at nonchalance, Eddie’s brows winged up at your blunt acknowledgement. “Are you going to say yes?”

“Fuck yeah,” he agreed, easy and quick as he laughed. “If I ever say no to a date with you, assume I’ve finally lost it. But, uh, you sure about this?”

Eddie glanced across the store - met another pair of warm brown eyes before Steve and Dustin both hurriedly busied themselves with pretending they weren’t attempting to eavesdrop - and you rolled your eyes. He was far from the first person to assume there was more going on between you and Steve than friendship, but you were quick to dispel that line of thinking.

“Completely.” You debated for a moment, curious as to whether you should dig yourself deeper, but the bright glint in Eddie’s eyes - hopeful and delighted - spurred you on. “I’ve kinda had a thing for you for a while,” you admitted, attempting to feign nonchalance as you swiped at a wayward piece of dust on a shelf. His surprise was evident, brows lifting beneath the curl of his hair, but before he could comment, you barreled on. “My parents are out of town. I have to finish my shift,” you began, glancing at the clock above the desk, “but you can come over at, like, seven?”

“Seven, yeah.” Eddie’s agreement was quick, voice a little dreamy - as if he still couldn’t quite believe you’d asked him out, that you were seriously inviting him over or that you’d admitted to having a thing for him. “That sounds good. I, uh, I’ll see you then.”

“Cool, awesome.” You nodded, grinning at him - unable to even feign nonchalance as his smile mirrored your own - before you turned back to the desk. “I’ll see you at seven, then.”

Neither Eddie nor Dustin lingered long after your conversation - the latter, no doubt, leaving with the knowledge of where Eddie would be spending his evening, thanks to his gossiping with Steve. Eddie left with a smile in your direction and you saw his flailing celebration the second he stepped out of the store, even if you dutifully pretended not to noice. 

Steve, however, made it a point to keep the joyous gesture at the forefront of your mind.

For the remaining three hours of your shift, you endured Steve’s teasing. He poked fun at your upcoming date, wondering idly if Eddie would be waiting for you when you arrived home - too excited too wait until seven - or if he’d wear something other than his leather jacket or black t-shirt. But, no matter what he said, you simply rolled your eyes and kept checking the clock every ten minutes.

The time seemed to crawl, passing so slowly that you were half-sure Dustin changed the clocks just to mess with you, but when the hour struck six, you were out the door with a parting wave and a bright ‘thanks’ to Steve for taking on closing duties alone.

There was little time for anything more than a change of clothes and a quick tidying of your home before seven rolled around, but you knew that Eddie wouldn’t really mind. Though there was something about him that made you nervous - excited, giddy, some kind of schoolgirl crush - if you really thought about it, you figured there was little you could do that would truly bother him.

And, thankfully, before you could think too much about it and send yourself spiraling, a knock sounded at the door.

At seven on the dot, you found Eddie standing at your front door. He’d changed - his leather jacket remained, but it covered a nicer shirt instead of the worn Metallica shirt he’d donned earlier in the afternoon - and you could smell the green apple of his shampoo as he grinned at you.

“Hey.” Though he attempted nonchalance with an easy smile, you could see the nervous tension in his shoulders.

Eddie had been burned - you knew that - and he was likely waiting for the catch. There was none, just a desire to get to know him better, and you wanted desperately for him to know that. So you mustered up your widest grin and held the door open for him.

“Hi. Come in.” As he stepped inside, closer than necessary - shoulder brushing yours, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body - you hoped he don’t notice the breath you took to steady yourself. “So, I got Return of the Living Dead and Sleepaway Camp. Not sure if you’ve seen either, but Return is supposed to be amazing and Sleepaway Camp is one of my favorites.”

“I haven’t seen Return yet,” he admitted as you closed the front door, “but I’ve heard good things. Sleepaway Camp, though? This whole time, I thought you were cool.” The jab was teasing, meant entirely in jest and accompanied by a grin, and earned a roll of your eyes as you gestured for him to follow you deeper into the living room.

“I don’t know where you got that idea, but I’m happy to prove you wrong.” Eddie followed, close enough that. He could reach out and touch you, and the idea made your thoughts a little fuzzy as you approached the couch. “I won’t be taking any Sleepaway Camp slander, though. It’s killer.”

Eddie paused, tilted his head and regarded you with furrowed brows and a badly concealed smile as he watched you reach for the tapes. “…was that a really bad pun?”

“I keep getting cooler, I’m aware.” Eddie laughed, unable to conceal his smile any longer, as he took a seat at one end of the couch. “I was going to say we could start with Return since neither of us have seen it but now, you’re going to suffer through Sleepaway Camp first.”

As you placed the tape into the VCR and pressed play, you could hear the shuffling of Eddie tossing his leather jacket onto the chair beside the couch. “Fine by me,” he hummed, a sly grin on his lips as you glanced at him over your shoulder. “Maybe the company will make it better.” When you fixed him with your best unimpressed look - a feat, considering the heat traveling to your cheeks - his grin grew a touch wider. “I keep getting more charming, I’m aware.”

“Wow.” The nervous energy began to dissipate with every teasing jab. You were reminded of how easily you’d always gotten along with Eddie - how easily you’d always been able to converse with him, despite the crush that made you conscious of your every move -  as you approached the couch yourself. “You know, now that you mention it, I never realized…” Warm brown eyes tracked your every move, anticipating - hoping for - a compliment as you took a seat at the opposite end. “… just how big your head was.”

The opening scene began to play, sounds of a B-horror film filling the small space, as he reached for the lamp on the side table. “Big head, big… well, you know how the saying goes,” he teased as he settled deeper into the cushions and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I do but I’m pretty sure that is totally not how it starts.”

Eddie shrugged, grin never faltering as he watched you reach for the lamp at your end of the couch. “Same thing. Creative license and all that.”

“Right. All the songwriting and campaign planning, makes sense you get a little creative.” When he tipped his head, seemingly surprised that you knew about both his songwriting and campaign planning, you rolled your eyes. “I’ve had a crush on you for, like, three years. I know things about you, Eddie. And, I mean, I spend time around Dustin Henderson, begrudgingly most of the time, but he talks about you all the time. So, I’ve picked up some things.”

There was a look of something akin to awe on his face as you shifted closer. “You’re pretty, you like horror and metal, and you like me. Why?”

It broke your heart to hear the doubt in his voice - to see the hesitance in his eyes, the residual concern that he was being left out of the joke - and you couldn’t help but sigh as you continued shifting closer to him. “Because you like horror and metal and you’re kinda cool. And, I mean, it doesn’t hurt that you’re kinda hot, too.”

“You know,” he spared the television a glance, “if you didn’t have sort of questionable taste, I’d think this was all too good to be true. But, I’m not gonna question it too much ‘cause you’re kinda cool, too. And definitely hot.”

“Glad to know we’re on the same page, then. Now, are we going to just talk or are you going to allow me to educate you in good horror?”

Eddie’s laughter drowned out a brief moment of dialogue - a line you could easily recite - as he tossed an arm over the back of the couch and shook his head. “‘M sorry. Educate away, princess.”

For a few brief moments, the pair of you settled. Eddie kept his attention on the television - and even cracked a smile or two at some of your favorite moments - while you kept your attention on him. His side profile was captivating, so distracting that you didn’t notice the minutes ticking away as you studied him, and he was kind enough to refrain from pointing out your obvious staring as the film played on.

Though you could feel the rapid beat of your heart, a warmth prickling at your skin as you remained conscious of the fact that you’d finally taken the leap and had a chance to make your move, Eddie seemed unfazed by the proximity as he laughed at a particularly cheesy scene. However, when you shifted closer - body now practically touching his - you caught his sharp inhale.

It brought you a sort of comfort to realize that he was not as unaffected as he seemed, nowhere near as nonchalant about the entire encounter as he wanted you to believe, and you couldn’t help but smile as you tipped your head to look at him.

“Do I make you nervous?”

The question was teasing, a light jab, but he didn’t miss a beat. “Of course you do,” he confirmed with a nod and a laugh as he glanced at you. “You’re smart and cool and hot. You fucking terrify me.”

“Me?” You scoffed, despite yourself, and shook your head. “As if. I’m totally not scary.”

“‘M serious.” Eddie relaxed, if only slightly, and shifted his body to face you fully as his arm fell around your shoulders. “No one had their shit together in high school, but you did. You knew what you wanted and it was kind of intimidating.”

“I definitely did not have my shit together,” you confessed, laughing as you leaned into his embrace. “But I’m glad it looked like I did. Maybe I’m just a good actress.”

“If that’s acting, you should be up for an Oscar, princess.”

As Eddie laughed, a quiet sound that washed over you and filled your chest with a sticky warmth, you shook your head. “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know?”

Eddie hummed, a flash of confusion washing over his face, before he asked, “What, princess?”

“Mm. I think if it was anyone else, it would sound condescending. Like they’re trying to be a prick, you know. But I don’t mind it from you,” you confessed. “It’s kinda nice.”

That grin you were beginning to love - genuine, warm, happy - lifted his lips as he shifted once more and knocked your knee with his own. “I’m not a big fan of nicknames, for obvious reasons,” he confided, “but I like it when you call me Eds. It’s kinda cute.”

“God, we’re kinda gross.”

“Totally. But I’m not complaining.” Eddie removed his arm from around your shoulders and brought his hand to cup your cheek. He paused for a moment, studying your face, before he asked, “Does it make me a total loser if I’ve thought about kissing you for, like, ever?”

For a split second, you wondered if he could hear the beat of your heart over the screaming emanating from the television - and if you’d heard him properly over the noise. But when you met his expectant gaze, wide brown eyes waiting for you response, you realized you didn’t really care.

“Only if you keep thinking about it instead of actually doing it.”

With your permission, Eddie leaned in and tentatively pressed his mouth to yours. The kiss was careful, hesitant, but you could feel the underlying excitement as the warmth of his palm bled into your skin. Without thinking, you breathed a contented sigh as you lifted your hands to his hair and tugged him impossibly closer.

The noise of the film continued in the background, unnoticed by either of you as Eddie took the initiative to deepen the kiss. He swiped his tongue along the seam of your lips, urging you to open up for him, and you gave in without a moment of hesitation.

As many times as you’d thought about this moment - as many times as you’d pictured yourself in this situation, at the center of Eddie’s attention, with his hands and mouth on you - the reality was infinitely better than any dream. Eddie’s hands were calloused, rough from years of guitar and, now, his work at Thatcher’s, but his touch was featherlight as his hands began to wander.

Gentle fingers brushed along your jaw, dragged down the side of your neck and shoulders, inching lower until they found your waist. Your fingers tangled in his curls, indulging in your long hidden desire to play with his hair, as Eddie pulled away to allow you both a moment to breathe.

“We’re missing the totally not awful movie,” he pointed out, breath fanning over your neck as he dipped his head to nose at your jaw.

“We can rewind it later.” 

Eddie laughed, his smirk evident as he nipped at the hinge of your jaw before lapping at the skin to soothe the brief sting. “Thought you wanted to educate me, princess,” he teased.

Warm hands began to wander, fingers dipping beneath the hem of your t-shirt to brush the heated skin of your waist, as he pressed soft kisses to your neck. Your own hands began to wander as well, dipping to his chest as he latched onto a patch of skin just beneath your ear. 

“Want to kiss you more.”

He hummed, pleased with your answer, as he tipped his head to meet your gaze. Soft brown eyes were blown black and there was a hunger in them that you’d never been privileged enough to see. Now, the sheer weight of his desire hit you all at once as he grinned. “Glad to know we’re on the same page, then.”

Before you could huff, playfully pout at his taunting callback, Eddie reclaimed your lips. This kiss was more heated than the first, hesitance now gone as you realized you both wanted the same thing, and it completely obliterated any remaining thoughts other than how good it felt to have him pressed so close.

Though his hands began to wander, touch fleeting as it dragged across your hips and thighs, over your middle and back to your arms, he remained respectful. As eager as you both were, his hands only fell to your chest when you lifted them there yourself.

Eddie groaned into the kiss the moment you placed his hands, fingers experimentally flexing as you shifted impossibly closer.

“You can touch me however you want,” you allowed, word exhaled against his mouth as you separated just an inch to breathe. “I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t want something.”

“Fuck.” His forehead fell to yours, curls beginning to stick to his forehead with the lightly beading sweat, as he laughed. “Ditto. I’m all yours, princess. Take whatever you want.”

“That’s a dangerous offer.” The hand you’d left on his bicep, fingers tracing the stark black ink of his tattoo, began to wander then. Slowly, you raked the tips of your fingers down his chest - not bothering to hide your grin as he inhaled sharply at the sensation of your fingers raking over his lower stomach - and stopped at the buckle of his belt. “What if I want everything?”

“It’s yours. Been yours,” he admitted, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his gaze met yours once more. “Fuck, you’re all I want, princess. ‘ve been crazy about you for a while.”

“Keep talking like that and you might make me fall in love, Eds.” It was too late - you were already halfway there - and you both knew it. Still, Eddie laughed dutifully as his gaze fell to watch your hands tug at his belt buckle.

“Give me a few hours. I’ve been there, time for you to join me.”

The admission was half-teasing, accompanied by a breathless laugh as you worried with the warm metal beneath your fingers, but it still filled your stomach with a storm of butterflies. The time you’d spent pining over Eddie could’ve been spent lying beneath him, going on dates with him, enjoying time with him, and you were determined to make up for lost time as you tipped your head and pressed your lips to his once more.

“I’m closer than you think.”

Before he could consider your admission too closely, you pulled away and slipped off the couch to kneel between his spread thighs. Those brown eyes went wide, big and disbelieving, as you unbuckled his belt.

“Whoa. Fuck, wait.” Eddie swallowed harshly as he swept his hair from his eyes and glanced down at you. A gentle hand fell to your cheek, urging you to meet his eyes as he blinked away the lust-fueled stupor. “You don’t have to… I mean, I don’t expect you to -“

“Eddie.” He paused, tongue darting out to wet his lips once more, as you cut him off mid-sentence. “You can say no. But I want to. Is that okay?”

Eddie was far from a blushing virgin. You’d heard the rumors, tales of just how talented he was - had even heard the stories of a few trysts from the man himself - but his hesitation gave you pause. However, before you could pull away, he assured you.

“Yeah! Yeah, that’d be - yeah. I’ve had sex. I’ve just… No one has ever… It’s usually a quick fuck and then back to whoever they’re supposed to be dating,” he confessed, pink tinging his cheeks as he hurried to explain himself. “Blowjobs aren’t usually the priority.”

Though you knew Eddie fairly well, enough to have been half-in love with him for a while, you knew his reputation. But to know that others had taken advantage of his desire to love and be loved in return, it made your chest ache. Despite his reputation for being a freak - for being scary, intimidating - you knew that he was a sweetheart who deserved more than he’d been given. And you wanted to show him that you were apply to make him a priority.

“I’d love to be the first, if you’ll let me.”

“Fuck.” Eddie shuddered, his chest heaved with a sharp breath, as he raked a hand through his hair and nodded. “Yeah,” he allowed, “yeah, please.”

Eddie leaned back into the cushions then, allowing himself to relax into the plush of the couch as you popped the button on his jeans. It was obvious just how much he was enjoying the attention - plain to see from the bulge in his jeans and the pink staining his cheeks and neck - and you couldn’t help but smile as you took in the sight of him.

“You’re so pretty, Eddie.” It was reverent, a breathless observation as you tugged at the denim and studied the slope of his nose - the curve of his jaw, the wild tangle of his hair - and you meant it wholeheartedly.

“Flattery will get you absolutely everywhere, princess.” He lifted his hips, allowing you to tug at the denim just enough to expose his boxers - cheeks flushing darker when you bit back a smile at the sight of the blue and white checkerboard pattern.

“Not flattery, just honesty. You’re distracting,” you admitted, glancing up at him from beneath your lashes as you began to palm at the bulge in his boxers. “But I wanna see how much prettier you are when you’re falling apart.”

“You’re killing me. Fuck.”

Deciding that he’d had enough teasing, you gave in to the desire and tugged at the final layer of material separating you. The moment you exposed him to the air, you both gasped - him at the sensation of cool air hitting blistering warm skin, you at the sight of him.

Without thought, you spit into your palm before allowing yourself to reach out and experimentally stroke his cock. Eddie groaned at the feeling, his head tipping back and his eyes fluttering shut, and you felt a surge of warmth wash over you. Each noise he made ran straight to your core, fanned the flames of the fire already beginning to burn out of control, and you shifted to allow yourself some relief before leaning in to lap at the bead of precum already beginning to form.

Another noise, this one louder, met your ears as a warm hand fell to your head. He was careful not to push, careful not to attempt to take control, as he sought to anchor himself to the moment but you wouldn’t have minded either way. And as you traced the vein running along the underside of his cock before taking the head between your lips, you could hear him swear beneath his breath.

Though you were tempted to prolong the pleasure, witness him falling apart piece by piece as you slowly worked him up, you were too worked up yourself to do more than take as much of him a you could into your mouth. You knew there would be time to experiment later - time to push yourself to take him all - so you focused on giving him the best experience you could in that moment.

It only took a few moments for his thighs to begin to flex beneath your touch, for his chest to heave and his noises of pleasure to grow louder. And though you could see the hint of embarrassment tinging his cheeks at beginning to fall apart so soon, you felt a surge of pride at your ability to rile him up so completely.

But before you could lift your head and urge him to come, assure him that it was alright, he spoke. “Fuck, princess. I don’t wanna come in your mouth.” Eddie urged you up, then, away from his cock as he attempted to catch his breath and pull himself back from the brink. “Wanna come with you. Can I fuck you?”

The blunt question warmed you from within, stole your breath and had you keening as you nodded eagerly. “Please.” A moan escaped your lips as he reached out to cup your cheek and pull you into a messy kiss that was an eager clash of tongue and teeth.

For a moment, you both lost yourselves in the kiss. Eddie groaned as your hand remained on his cock, fingers stroking slowly as you waited for him to gather himself, only for him to swear as he broke the kiss. “Shit. Fuck, I don’t have a condom,” he lamented, eyes falling shut. “Sorry. Wan’t exactly expecting,” he waved a hand, gesturing to your hand, “this.”

Luckily for the both of you, you still had a stash of condoms - given to you by Steve as a joke the last time you considered asking Eddie out - in your nightstand. “I do,” you revealed, giggling as his shoulders relaxed. “C’mon, pretty boy.”

As you stood, offering Eddie your hand, he groaned once more. “Is it your goal to kill me, princess? Because I think you might actually kill me.”

“What a way to go, though, hm?”

Eddie stood, quickly tugged his jeans up but left them unbuttoned, and followed close behind as you led him up the stairs, his hand warm in yours. You could feel his body heat radiating, could hear his shallow breathing as he attempted to even it out, and you were secretly satisfied to know that you had such an impact on him.

Even more, however, you were thrilled to know that you were only moments away from getting what you wanted.

With quick steps, you tugged him down the hall and into your bedroom, pulling the door shut behind you as you entered. Once inside, Eddie paused for a moment to take in the sight.

“You know, I was expecting a Tom Cruise poster,” he teased, laughing only slightly when instead he saw Nikki Sixx.

“What can I say? I’ve got a thing for pretty, dark-haired metalheads.”

A smirk quirked his mouth as he tugged you close, hands falling to your waist as he dipped his head to capture your lips. The kiss was eager, uncoordinated and messy but breathtaking as his hands began to wander. Deft fingers flitted to the button of your jeans, and after a moment of hesitation, popped them open.

“If you want to stop, we can,” he reminded you, fingers ghosting along the sliver of skin just above your jeans. “We totally don’t have to do this.”

“You’re incredibly sweet, Eds.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, hands drifting to his hair to tug at the curls as you met his gaze. “But if you don’t fuck me, I might cry and I don’t feel like crying tonight.”

Eddie grinned, glad you were as eager as he was, and hummed as his fingers began to drift lower. “Can’t have you crying on my watch, princess. ‘Less they’re good, ‘I totally fucked you stupid’ tears.”

“I mean, if you’re up to the challenge, then by all means.”

Though it might’ve been the wrong thing to say, a taunt you would later regret, he took the challenge for what it was worth. There was a determined glint in his eyes, a burning desire that tied your stomach in knots, and it was burned into your field of view as he pressed his mouth to yours once more.

For a moment, you weren’t certain which sensation to focus on as Eddie’s tongue licked at the seam of your lips and his fingers ghosted over the cotton of your panties. However, he drew your full, undivided attention as he nudged the fabric aside and swiped his fingers through your slick folds.

A hum of encouragement met your ears as Eddie coated his fingers in your slick, teasing for just a moment before he found the sensitive bundle of nerves. With his lips a fraction of an inch from yours, he asked, “This all from blowing me?”

It was incredulous, almost as if he couldn’t believe it, but you hummed. “Thought about it for ages. Reality was better.”

“Don’t think I’ll last long enough to return the favor right now,” he confessed, breath fanning across your lips as he rubbed lazy circles over the bundle of nerves, “but I’ve gotta taste you before tonight’s over. Got myself off so many times thinking about it, ‘bout you.”

Eddie grinned at the moan you released, at the way you sagged against him - unable to hold yourself entirely upright with the promise of him between your thighs, the thought of him touching himself to that image. “You sure you’re not trying to kill me?”

“What a way to go.” He lingered, just for a second, before Eddie pulled away and shushed your whine with a press of his mouth to yours. “I’m gonna come in my jeans if I don’t get inside you soon, princess. Promise to take my time with you later. Gonna give you everything you deserve, treat you right.”

“Ditto.” He laughed, amused and flattered in equal measure, as he began to tug at his clothes. Encouraged, you followed suit and, soon enough, a pile of garments littered your bedroom floor.

However, neither of you dwelled on the sight for long as you headed for the bed, stopping only to retrieve a foil packet from the bedside drawer.

Every dream encounter you shared with Eddie varied - sometimes he was soft, other times he manhandled you exactly the way you wanted; sometimes he was quick, others he teased for hours - but nothing lived up to the reality of having him climb into your bed after you.

This encounter would be quick and dirty, a desperate search for relief, but you knew that it was only the first of many. And, encouraged by the future that now seemed so clear, you reached out and tugged him into you.

Lithe arms braced themselves at either side of your head, tattoos stark against his pale skin, and you hummed as you decided you would someday spend as much time as he’d allow you committing them to memory. But that could wait. For now, you simply savored the weight of him above you and tangled your fingers in his hair as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Haven’t even gotten inside and I already can’t wait to do this again,” he confessed, dipping his head to nip at the hinge of your jaw. “And again. And again. I’m already ruined for you, princess.”

Before you could confess the same sentiment, admit your utter ruin at his hands, he pressed his hips forward and began to sink into you. The stretch was bearable, a tinge of discomfort completely overshadowed by the warmth of his skin against yours - the weight of his body pressed to yours, the nip of his teeth at your jaw - and you inhaled sharply at the feeling.

Eddie stilled for a few long moments, hands stroking at whatever skin he could reach - your hips, your thighs, your stomach - as he breathed reverent nonsense. The words blurred, compliments and awed whispers of how good you felt, but it paled in comparison to the moan he released when you yanked at his curls and begged for him to finally move.

The pace he set was blistering, deep and quick and perfect, and you marveled at how right his touch felt. Every snap of his hips, every brush of his mouth against your skin, every whispered word of praise; it felt as if each was a puzzle piece, suddenly falling into place.

Though he took great care to ensure your pleasure, he made no attempt to treat you like a doll, like something that might shatter beneath his touch, and you were grateful for the heavy press of his hands to your skin as he pawed at your thighs. Almost immediately, you understood one another - both quickly fell into step beside one another - and you felt the flames he’d been fanning begin to grow out of control.

Heat engulfed you, body burning with every swipe of his fingers and snap of his hips, and it grew harder to draw your breath as his fingers found your clit. Eddie nipped at your jaw, breath fanning over your skin and sending goosebumps erupting, as he encouraged, “Come for me, princess. Wanna feel you.”

With anyone else, you might’ve been embarrassed at how quickly you barreled toward your release - at how eager you were to give in and come just because he asked - but this was Eddie. Anything he wanted, you would at least consider, and your body knew it well. So with a few swipes of his fingers and another snap of his hips, you barreled over the edge with a cry of his name.

Almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting for you, he followed suit. One, two, three snaps of his hips before he buried his face in the crook of your neck and came with a moan that you knew would play on a loop in your happiest of dreams. 

For a few moments after, you both lay still - Eddie with his head buried in the crook of your neck, hands still stroking your heated skin; you, with your eyes shut and lips parted as you caught your breath, fingers raking through his curls. It was blissful, a moment you’d dreamt about, but the dream was interrupted by reality as discomfort began to set in.

When you began to squirm, Eddie quickly pulled away - pulled out and cooed when you whimpered at the loss - and tossed the used condom into the bin beside your bed before returning to lay beside you. He pulled you close, wrapped his arms around you and tugged you into his chest, and you both lay in silence for a long moment before he spoke.

“So, you wanna actually watch those movies now?”

With a laugh, you tipped your head and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Mm. Give me a minute. Gotta return to the land of the living first.”

“Take your time, princess. When you do, though, maybe you can return as my girlfriend.”

Eddie could almost certainly feel your smile, grin bright and happy as you hummed against his skin. “Yeah,” you agreed easily, not bothering to hide the giddiness you felt, “I think that can be arranged.”

Though it wasn’t how you pictured your evening, you knew it was better than anything you could’ve imagined. And, while Steve would be annoying, you couldn’t wait to venture back into the world with your boyfriend by your side.

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Author's Note: Take this away from me. I've been working on this forever but got stuck on the smut.

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[bisluthq]

I think something that adds to what you said about sometimes the source telling the truth but their truth and not what happened is the 'Gardengate' thing that happend back in June 2023. Where an old guy said on Twitter that his daughter had seen Matty and Taylor together in a pub/bar that was in a garden near Manchester or something (I could be wrong about the place). I totally believe the man because he wasn’t a troll, he never engaged with content about Matty or Taylor before that (people even found his Instagram and Facebook to prove this which is nuts) and he actually had a daughter. So he was telling the truth, but his daughter could be lying, or she thought it was Taylor and it wasn’t (she said that at the time they were there she didn’t even realize it was Taylor, only after they left)... like, a lot of possibilities, but the woman with Matty wasn’t Taylor and still the guy wasn’t lying.

this is the thing right people get stuff wrong literally all the time - not because they’re trying to lie but because we make mistakes? I’ll tell you guys a story right, when my boyfriend and I first started dating he was in several like non committed situations lol because he’s a messy guy when he’s single (he thinks he’s not but he really is) and he had to tell these bitches that he’s in a relationship now. And this one girl took it super super badly and called him all sorts of names and stuff apparently but that’s not the funny part of the story. The funny part of the story is she had said to him a month or two before that that her friend had seen him with a blonde girl at a restaurant that he could conceivably have been at and what was the story with him and the blonde girl and he had told her, truthfully, that he had NOT been at that restaurant with any blonde girl. This was true. The other situation is a redhead and I am obviously a brunette as y’all know and he doesn’t really have any blonde friends so that just wasn’t him or the girl wasn’t blonde. Anyway, when this woman was freaking out on him about what an asshole he was and how he’d wasted her time (not really fair because he’d said he’s not interested in pursuing a relationship and he wasn’t but like shit happened), she brought up this blonde woman again but the blonde woman doesn’t exist??? I don’t think her friend was lying to her, because what a random thing to lie about, but it just wasn’t true??? If the friend had mentioned a redhead that would’ve been possible or a brunette would’ve even been likely (not just me, he has several friends who could fit that description) but there just… wasn’t a blonde. But this woman was going on and on about it and how he’d lied and how she’d asked him about the blonde and he’d said no and now he says he has a girlfriend and he was like “yes I do now have a girlfriend but there was still no blonde?” People get confused.

Another story time: at the sober girl group I go to, the one girl said she remembers partying with me when we both partied and while it’s deeply conceivable to me that I was blackout right and did in fact party with people I will never remember, I have never been to the place she claims to identify me from. Like I just haven’t been there. I hadn’t even heard of it. I told her that and she was very surprised because I look a lot like the girl she had the fun night there with, and I even think I know who that girl might be because there’s a girl who lives broadly in our general area who does look a fuckton like me (in fact my boyfriend has, on two occasions, thought she was me from far away - once on our mini break he thought he’d seen me at a place I wasn’t and once we were actually out together and I went to the loo and he got confused because he thought he saw me outside downstairs from where we were sitting and went outside thinking I’d gone for a smoke but it wasn’t me and I came back to him gone and had to look for him) so like idk dudes mistakes happen.

[gay4abby]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do some Robin x reader fluff. Like maybe one is cooking and the other just comes up behind and gives some back hugs and nuzzles. Maybe with a lot of compliments or a love confession 👀 idk my head is just filled with clingy Robin

Have a good day/night! :)

ෆ pairing. robin buckley x fem!reader (no y/n)

ෆ word count. TBA

ෆ warnings. talks abt low self esteem !! & just tooth rotting fluff ‹𝟥 ( made this modern day if u don’t mind ! i imagined reader n robin in a studio apartment somewhere in seattle sjsjsjs )

the sizzling of the pan echoed throughout the very tiny apartment of ____ and robin, an pleasant aura wafting through every crook and cranny of the shoe sized home. they made do with what they had and could not complain anymore about it. so long as they had a roof over their heads, they were perfect. content. robin was off in her corner, behind the room divider that separated both their beds from each other and the hall. the pair were not anything besides friends, but robin was harbouring feelings that made her feel embarrassed about anything she did around the woman she lived with.

robin had a crush on ____. if anything, though, that crush became something even more the longer they spent in the same vicinity. it took a lot for robin to admit it to herself, but she did. and when she came to the realisation she felt as guilty as ever. it felt like an invasion of her space, like she was intruding on her in a way that was only allowed for a best friend. everything they have done together was under the guise of being platonic, but now that robin feels a different way, it just feels wrong.

“hey, robin?” her voice fluttered through the home, gentle and knocking off the walls as it reached robin’s ears. every time ____ so much as uttered her name, she felt a whirlwind of butterflies in her stomach. a light hmm was said in return to ____’s call; robin did not waste any time in meeting her halfway, eyes solely on hers and nothing else. “i gotta use the restroom real quick, do you mind watching the stir fry?” her voice was soft, eyes gentle as it awaited an answer from the auburn girl.

robin nodded her head, a goofy smile appearing on her lips. “of course, i’ll try my best to keep it safe while you’re away.” ____ could not help but giggle, shaking her head and rushing off to the restroom in a scurry. the lovesick girl could not help but watch you run off in the direction of your shared loo, the smile on her lips never leaving as she finally turned her attention to the food you were making for the both of you. at the sight of it, she was actually confused on what to do.

if there is one thing robin does not know how to do, is cook. she has not cooked a day in her life. she practically felt useless about it some point when you both first moved in with each other, but ultimately had that feeling squashed as soon as you said it didn’t matter. and to balance out the work around the small apartment, the both of you decided you will do the cooking and grocery shopping, she will do the cleaning and organising. for a brain like hers, it just made sense. robin was a master of keeping her hands busy and the best way to do that was to put things in order.

the auburn girl had a knack for putting things in places that belonged together. she could not quite deal with the idea of house having things in them and those said items never having a place to go. everything had a place, you just had to figure out which category it meshed into. that is robin’s reasoning and you could not agree more. you both balanced each other in ways that seemed impossible. in ways robin thought she could never find. to be fair, every night she thanked whatever God was up there that she had you. but, this is something she’ll never admit to you.

she watched the stir fry as best as she could. and when i say watched, like she literally stared at it as she moved it around carefully with the spatula. hoping it would not stick to the pan and again hoping you would come back in time to do your thing. she was like a child waiting in line for their mother to come back and they were inching closer and closer to register. it frightened her because she did not know what to do. knowing robin, her heart rate began to pick up with each passing minute.

it felt like she stood there close to an hour, but it had only been three minutes before she felt a pair of lanky arms wrapped around her middle, her going stiff as her eyes stayed glued to the now finished stir fry. “you handled that pretty well.” your soft voice carried through her and she yearned for more as she leaned into your touch hoping it didn’t seem too weird that she melted as quickly as she realised it was you.

“told you i’d keep it safe,” she replied just as softly. “i even managed to give a little brown hue, you know the one that lets you know it’s all good? yeah. who said i couldn’t cook?”

“you, dingus.”

“hey? we stealing words now? that’s my line. no one ever uses dingus on me except for me.” a beat went by before she realised what she had said. in the moment of your quick banter she hadn’t realised she threw herself under the bus, a bright red hue appearing on her cheeks as you tried your very best to hold back a laugh that was trying to come out your throat. it was a pathetic attempt, one robin noticed quickly. “move over.” you squeezed her sides, gently placing her to the side and her yearning for your touch as you finished up the dinner for the night.

her mind was muddled with fondness. her eyes watched you carefully, whipping the spatula to get the food just right, hand on the handle of the pan and it clenching every so often when you wanted to lift it at a certain angle to move the food around to prevent sticking. you hadn’t even noticed there was a warmth settling over the apartment as you turned the stove off, placing the pan on the cooling tray and got ready for the plates. robin beat you to the punch, appearing next to you with two flowery plates, courtesy of your mother who had generously furnished and supplied you guys’ apartment when first moving in.

you placed the food on to the plates, robin immediately going to set up the table. “and when have you ever called yourself dingus? i thought you were too good for self deprecation,” you inquired. that stopped robin in her tracks for a moment, she realised she put up a persona around you when it came to her self confidence. in actuality, robin was the most low self esteemed person she’s known and it is insane that it just dawned on her that she was able to keep up a high confidence act around you. she wanted you to think she had a good head on her shoulders.

“uhh…you’re right. i was just staking my claim for the word. you know, how dogs piss to mark their territory.” that caused a loud snort to emit from you as you placed the food down on the table. robin stared at you with a dopey smile, she loved making you laugh it was a favourite pass time for her. if she could record the sound of your laugh and have it as her ringtone, she’d never change the damn thing.

“so that was you staking your claim?”

“solidifying it, if you will.”

“sit down and eat, buckley.” she saluted you. “yes, ma’am!” you could deal with her wittiness for as long as she’ll let you. there’s just one thing robin is very oblivious to, even if she thinks she has every thing down to a T. you like her just as much. if not more. two lovesick fools, living underneath one roof and acting as domesticated as two people can get who are just roommates. any outsider would think you both were very invested in each other, never leaving the others side unless it was to do something important like going to work (though, you both were home mostly due to remote work).

you both sat across from one another at the little table and dug into your dinner. the entire ambience was warm, calm. at least to you. you always felt that way when around robin, your heart flutters at the mere sight of her. never wanting that feeling to fade. “you’re not a dingus, by the way.” robin looked up from her food, dazed a bit by the overwhelming wave of flavour. if there’s one thing you really knew how to do well, was cook. she could never get enough do your cooking and baking. “what?”

“you’re not a dingus. i was just being silly with you. i don’t see you that way. i hope you know that.” your eyes carried a sincere expression as you looked at her. the food in mouth became dry, everything felt dry around her even with the warmth that the both of you radiated. “i knew that. i know when you’re joking with me, ____. i’ve learned to call the cues.”

your heart soared beyond the stratosphere. your face remained neutral. robin gulped inaudibly, she turned back to her food after giving you a soft smile. it wasn’t like robin to be so quiet, but in a moment like this she felt it better to be quiet and bask in the feeling of being in each other’s presence. you had caught her gulp, but didn’t speak anything of it.

you both subtly drew towards one another, you hadn’t realised your feet were playing a delicate game of footsie. your left foot over her left as the right made its way underneath both feet to intertwine with the other. it dawned on you both without realising it, and when you were finished eating you could not bring yourself to move your feet away. “that was delicious, ____,” she smacked her lips of the taste from the stir fry. you giggled at her childlike behaviour, both of you in sync on getting up. from any outsider’s point of view, it was as though the pair of you have been together longer than anyone knows. you both flowed with each other so naturally and there were opposing attitudes from you two.

robin had took it upon herself to collect both of your plates and began setting out to clean, already knowing her place. it was like clockwork with you two, one makes the food while. other deals with the mess that comes after it all. the pair of you had familiarised each other with all the quirks and habits that make you both who you are. robin was absolutely smitten the minute she found out you can do almost anything with a potato. and she’s a very picky eater, but somehow manages to scarf down anything that was placed in front of her that was made by you.

“i’ll clean up. you know the drill, go relax.” robin gently pushed you away from the kitchen getting back to the task at hand. you were going to be bored out of your mind waiting for robin so you decided that you’ll liven up the atmosphere a little by placing on a vinyl. the 1-800’s lovewave flowed through the speakers as robin was finishing up the last of the dishes, her eyes landing on you as twirled around the living area, swaying to the intro before it rushed into the verse. she couldn’t stop her heart from racing a mile a minute.

robin was so captivated by your carefreeness. if she could hold this scene in her memory forever, she’d play it a hundred times over any chance she got. “come dance with me,” you said, dragging out the word dance with a soft whine and the cutest pout robin has ever seen. she joined you, intertwining your hands together as soon as she got close to you. the music playing and the pair of you rhythmically dancing to the chorus, robin couldn’t keep her eyes off you.

“i-i have to tell you something.” moment of truth, robin thought. she said it so quietly, she had thought you didn’t hear her for a second. you looked at her with your big (e/c) eyes, expression becoming softer by the minute. you were anticipating what she was going to say and robin felt like a bucket of ice cold water was dropped over her head. she couldn’t lose you if it meant expressing her feelings would ruin the friendship. but she couldn’t stand the bubbling sensation she felt every time you looked at her or when you would talk about being involved with someone who wouldn’t treat you right like she would.

before she could continue, she walked over to the vinyl player and paused the music before turning around to face you. her expression was of a deer caught in headlights, robin didn’t know how to start this, but she knew she had to let it out. “we- we’ve always,” she paused, fiddling with her fingers. “you know i would never do anything to jeopardise what we have. and we have an agreement that if either of us get uncomfortable, we tell one another.”

that last sentence made your heart race. did you make her uncomfortable somehow? what did you do? you went back into your memory to see what exactly could have caused this to be sprung up, but you came up short. “did i do something wrong? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean t-”

robin was quick to shut down your overthinking. “no no, you didn’t! just — fuck okay, let me start that over.” she took hold of both your hands and led you to the small couch that occupied most of your living area. her hands tightly gripped yours and you waited patiently for the nervous girl to continue. “we always said we will communicate with one another when something is eating us alive. and it’s been bothering me for as long as i can remember.

“____, i really-” she didn’t get a chance to finish before you cut her off with your own confession. “i love you, robin.” those three little words short circuited her brain for a bit; eyes blinking profusely. she felt as though her ears weee deceiving her, “come again?”

“i always have and i couldn’t sit here and watch you choke up on yourself to admit it. we both know you have a hard time doing that,” you smiled warmly at the flustered girl, robin’s heart rate itself speeding up but not over anxiety, but of excitement and relief. she couldn’t believe the person she’s been pining after felt the same way about her. it was already hard enough to come to terms that she is lesbian, but to be in love with your best friend on top of that was even more frustrating. it was something she had to get used to.

robin’s eyes fluttered closed for a minute before she opened her eyes again to stare at the beautiful dream in front of her. “can i kiss you, pl-”

“yes. as many times as you like.” that was all she needed to hear before she dove right in and planted a soft kiss on your warm lips. that’s all she felt after that moment you two shared. and you made sure she always had enough of it to carry her on.