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I know I'm super late for this but:
RILEYYYY OH MY GOD š„¹š„¹š„¹ THE WAY YOUR REBLOG MADE ME SMILE!!!!! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH ššš«š«šš
OMG I remember that ššš It was so funny!! I thought that Mario would feel a bit embarrassed that Peach got to see him like that (since, you know, he's in love and wants to make a good impression), and also that he'd be even more flustered to see her wearing her lovely swimsuit, so I really had so much fun writing that part š¤š As well as them matching outfits like the adorable lovebirds they are!! So glad that you liked it š„° He's just that silly and I love him so much for that š„¹ā¤ļø
AWEEEEEE so happy that you like Hattie!!! I adore her dearly, and I just HAD to include her here because I LOVED playing with the little Shiba rather than progressing in the story š¤ Dog lover here, so really not a surprise š
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD writing the bros' headcanons ALSO melted my heart entirely ššš Awwwwww I'm so flattered that Mario keeping Luigi warm reminded you of my Dream Team fic!!! I have to admit I had some sort of dĆ©jĆ vu writing that part, but that only made me love it even more, honestly š„¹š„¹š„¹ Mario always looking after his little brother makes me WEAK ā¤ļøš
Same about poor Luigi shivering in the Snow Kingdom š„ŗš„ŗ Poor boy deserved to have his own coat!! I just couldn't leave this out of my headcanons and had to give it some sort of solution. And the part of Mario jumping back towards Luigi and hugging him right before inviting him to join him was my ABSOLUTE favorite to write because they're just so PURE and love each other SO MUCH they simply can't and won't be apart for too long š„¹š„¹š„¹ THE BOYS ššā¤ļøš
Hehe, of course Peach had to beat Mario when playing Balloon World š¤ And I LOVED including the part of the Golden Trio, both because I LOVE how deeply Mario loves both his bro and his girlfriend, and because I ADORE Peach and Luigi's friendship with all my heart š„¹š„¹š„¹ The three of them really need to spend more time together ā¤ļøšš©·
Oh my God, Riley. I've been dreaming of a sequel to this GEM of a game ever since I played it for the first time back in 2018. I know it's not likely to happen, but we really can dream š„¹ And the fact that you'd like my headcanons to be featured in that potential sequel, justā ššššš I'M SO HONORED. Thank you so so much š«š«š«š«š«
I'm seriously so happy!! Thank you so much for reading, and I swear your reblog put the widest smile on my face š„°š„°šš
š Super Mario Odyssey: post-ending headcanons š
Today marks seven years since the release of my FAVORITE 3D Mario game:
š Super Mario Odyssey š
This game really means EVERYTHING to me, so I wanted to make a little something to commemorate this date. I have to admit I didn't have any ideas at first, but then I remembered what @pepperycar commented on this post... and was suddenly inspired š¤ Thank you so much, my friend! I owe you this one š
So, here I bring you a few ideas that I had on what could have happened after the end of Super Mario Odyssey. There will be Mareach, brotherly love, and SPOILERS, so if you haven't finished this game yet: beware!! ā
(And please go play it because it's AWESOME.)
@vulpixfairy1985 @bberetd @megamagimugi @peaches2217 @keakruiser
@itsavee4117 @roscolate @smokszyvverstar @wahooitsamee @kelbreyworshipper I thought perhaps you might be interested, so I hope it's okay that I tag you š„° Of course, no worries if you're not! Feel free to ignore this post and please forgive me for bothering you š
Also, I took a bit of inspo from this adorable post that I remember reblogging from my old account. Please have a look if you haven't yet because it's absolutely CUTE š„¹
Without further ado... Let's-a go! ā¤ļø
š Peach's wardrobe š
Princess Peach has a large and varied wardrobe. So far, Mario only remembers seeing her wearing her signature pink dresses, her favorite. She has several that are very similar to each other, with only a few small differences between them, such as puffed sleeves that her summer dress does not have, or an older design in which almost the entire skirt is a darker shade of pink. Peach always appears before him and his subjects wearing one of these outfits as pink is her favorite color, and one that, in Mario's opinion, suits her very well.
Recently, however, Mario has found that his beloved princess has a wide variety of outfits and has decided to start wearing them to visit the various kingdoms that Bowser has taken her to during her kidnapping, now that she finally has the freedom to choose where, when, and with whom to go.
And Mario loves to dress to match her.
The first time they did it, Mario ran into Peach and her friend Tiara almost by accident as she, as brave as ever, explored the lonely Forgotten Isle in an outfit worthy of Indiana Jones himself. Shorts, a backpack on her back, boots prepared for the earthy soil of the place... and her hair in a bun that was hidden under her explorer's cap.
Mario didn't take half a second to run back to his Odyssey ship and put on his own explorer's outfit to join her and continue exploring the island together.
When he met her in New Donk City, Peach was wearing one of Mario's favorite outfits of all the ones he had seen her in so far: a long pink flying skirt that, unlike her dresses, left her feet exposed; a gorgeous white blouse with a scarf around her neck, in a pastel pink shade that matched her pristine skin; and a wide hat over her abundant blonde hair. She looked beautiful and very comfortable, and the best part: she loved the black suit with matching fedora that Mario put on to go with Peachās outfit. She told him he looked very elegant, and Mario thought his smile would overflow on both sides of his face since his cheeks hurt so much.
To him, on the other hand, the one who looked tremendously stylish and graceful was Peach when he met her in Bonneton. Her attire was dark, composed of a grayish coat, black stockings and gloves of the same color, which she combined with a beret that adorned her long hair. Mario kept watching her for a while, unable to help it, and he did the same thing when he met her in Shiveria, since the black and gold of her figure stood out among so much blinding white.
On that occasion, Mario felt that heād never measure up to her with his orange, quilted coat, as opposed to Bonneton, where he was able to look at least a bit elegant with his black tuxedo, his red bow tie and a top hat that gave him the look of a magician. Or, at least, that's what she told him, while letting out a giggle that made Mario think of the softest and sweetest crystal bells.
Another one of his favorite outfits for the princess was her farmer attire, which was the one she chose to wear to visit the Luncheon Kingdom. Mario wasnāt surprised to find her picking turnips to help the locals prepare their famous soup, as it wasnāt the first time heād seen her pulling vegetables from the ground. When she saw him dressed in his chef's outfit, she immediately applauded him and prepared to hand over the vegetables to him, thus naming him the official in charge of preparing the delicious best dish of the kingdom.
As for the last three outfits the princess has worn, Mario is unable to choose, as all three have provoked various sensations in him that made him wish he could stare at her forever, without having any other worries or mission to carry out. The Yukata with the fire flower pattern was, without a shadow of a doubt, one of them, a beautiful and lovely vision that gave him back some vitality and joy when he ran into Peach in Bowser's Kingdom. He, as bold as brass, put on his samurai outfit, ready to defend her from any evil, and she, always so demure, covered her face with her hand-held fan to hide a soft giggle. Still, watching her hair pulled back in a ponytail and the Boo-shaped buckle adorning her head, Mario knew heād never measure up to her.
And he felt the same way when, while strolling along Bubblaine Beach and enjoying the coolness of the water with his doggy friend, he found her there, wearing that pretty white sarong adorned with pink power moons, the sunglasses on her blonde head... and that bikini that exposed more porcelain skin than Mario had ever seen. He felt completely ridiculous in his red swimsuit with white polka dots and wanted to sink to the depths of the crystal-clear waters of the kingdom just to prevent her from seeing him like that.
However, that couldn't overcome how stupid and embarrassed Mario felt when, just after rescuing her from Bowser's clutches, he got caught up in an absurd competition with the king of the Koopas to try to get Peach to agree to marry him. They may have both been wearing the perfect outfits, Peach in her beautiful white dress that made her look like an angel and him in his tuxedo of the same color and matching hat.
But Mario realized too late that this was not the right moment.
Still, he is content to have had the opportunity, albeit brief, to stand next to Peach while they both wore what would possibly be their wedding outfits. Mario knows that this will never happen again, that itāll never come true, because the idea of trying to propose again wouldnāt even cross his mind. It took him a long time to forgive himself for his huge blunder, even though it took Peach only a few minutes to do so, and heād never be able to be at peace with himself if he bothered her again.
Peach's friendship is very precious to Mario. He loves to meet her on his travels and share a few moments with her, full of fun and trust, which he wishes he could extend in time forever. In addition, on more than one occasion, Peach has asked him to accompany her to Lake Lemonade to make a new dress, and sometimes she has also invited Toad and Luigi. The people there are experts in haute couture, and Mario is always spellbound as he watches Peach pose for the seamstresses, who, in a matter of minutes, are able to create a new dress for her, each one more beautiful than the last.
And, on each occasion, Peach always turns on herself so that the dress can be appreciated in all its splendor, making her look more dazzling than a star and more radiant than the sun itself.
š Balloon Brothersš
Shortly after he saved Peach, Mario made two decisions when he continued to travel the kingdoms on his Odyssey ship. The first one was to adopt his loyal doggy friend, the clever Shiba that has helped him find so many power moons during his adventure. He named her Hattie, as she adores wearing a hat on her head no matter where they travel to, and also because her favorite game is chasing after Mario's cap and bring it back to him.
And the second one, as soon as he ran into Luigi for the first time, was that he'd always play Balloon World with him.
Every world he travels to, whatever his purpose or the mission that takes him there, Mario always has time for his little brother and loves to play Balloon World with him. He adores seeing his sibling so cheerful and excited, and the way he claps and cheers him on always causes Marioās unstoppable energy to soar and his heart to melt with tenderness.
In Fossil Falls, Luigi was so scared of the T-Rex that organizing the game for Mario served as a distraction and a way for him to release some stress, something Mario was extremely relieved about. In Forgotten Isle, the same bird that had captured Cappy was threatening to pop the balloons that kept Luigi in the air and that were an essential part of his outfit as the game organizer, which only motivated Mario to chase the darned bird with the help of his loyal Hattie, until, at last, and to the relief of both brothers and Cappy, he managed to scare it away.
However, as soon as Mario ran into Luigi in the Snow Kingdom, shivering with cold in his shirtsleeves, but still smiling at his brother and inviting him to play while hugging himself, Mario did not hesitate for a moment: he hurried to get rid of his orange coat and, ignoring Luigi's faint protests, threw it over his twin, taking care not to accidentally pop his balloons. Despite his initial reluctance, Luigi couldn't help but close his eyes as he snuggled into the garment, trying to get warm, and Mario, his heart shrinking, hugged him with all his might as he gently rubbed his arms and back. Luigi cuddled up to him and Mario stroked his hair gently, his mind flooded with memories of when they were both little and Luigi would run to hide in his bed because he thought there was a monster under his bed. Sighing as he held his sibling in his arms, trying to shield him from the cold and icy drafts, Mario didn't agree to play until after he had taken Luigi inside his ship to wrap him in a blanket and offer him a hot drink to warm up inside.
Nevertheless, the opposite thing happened in Tostarena: Luigi, always determined to stay true to his original outfit as the game's creator, was too warm for the scorching desert heat. Before playing Balloon World, Mario decided that his little brother needed a change to feel more comfortable. So he grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the shop. Luigi had to bend down so that his balloons could go in with him, and Mario immediately tried to convince him to, like him, put on a typical costume of the land, poncho and wide hat included, to feel comfier while they played there. His twin resisted a little, always wanting to maintain the elegance a game show host should always display, but when Mario assured him that he could keep his green bow tie, Luigi finally gave in. And, seeing them both in matching outfits, Mario also managed to convince his brother to play Balloon World together, to which Luigi agreed only after gifting him one of his balloons for Mario to wear on his wrist.
And they've done it many more times since then: in Peronza Plaza, in Bonneton, in New Donk City... even on the Moon! Also, whenever they play in the Mushroom Kingdom, the Toads join them and Luigi ends up giving them as many balloons as possible so they can have fun playing on their own, being the kind-hearted person he is.
Of course, Mario is well aware that his sibling knows the locations of the balloons, being the organizer of Balloon World, but he equally enjoys touring the various worlds with his little brother by the hand, dragging him along while Luigi floats after him and simply lets himself go. Marioās heart sings for joy with every laugh that escapes his twinās throat, especially when Hattie also joins the fun and runs with them in search for the balloon, only to pop it as soon as they do. Mario also loves the way Luigi guides him, or often misleads him, to make his search for the balloon easier or more complicated. Mario likes to be challenged by the game and Luigi knows it, so he appreciates it when his brother tries to trick him to divert him from his initial goal. This lengthens the game, as well as the time the brothers spend together, thus increasing the fun.
However, when it's time to say goodbye, Mario can read in his brother's face that heās just as reluctant to part with him as Mario himself. His complicated missions through the kingdoms and, also, the longing to be reunited with Peach and spend some time with her as well have caused Mario to have to leave his brother's side without really wanting to, his soul screaming in the depths of his being that he should not do so, that he should turn back and return to Luigi's side.
When the same thing happens to him in the Moon Kingdom, Mario finally stops before entering his ship and turns on his heels. He sees Luigi raise his head, confused to see him turn around, and the surprise on his face only grows when Mario starts running towards him, although a little slower than heād like due to the moon's gravity. A smile breaks out on Mario's face as he speeds up as fast as he can, and he stretches out his arms as he approaches his little brother. Luigi barely has time to open his arms as well before Mario pounces on him.
Luigi's gasp causes Mario to burst out laughing as he spins around with his brother in his arms, holding him tightly. It takes him a few seconds to realize that both of them are now floating in the air, propelled not only by Luigi's balloons, but also by the lack of gravity prevailing on the moon. His sibling clings to him as he laughs shyly, and Mario pulls away from him a second before his feet touch down again.
Holding Luigi's hands tightly and energetically, Mario offers him to board his Odyssey ship and accompany him on his travels, so that they can continue playing Balloon World together as his adventure progresses. And, perhaps, Luigi could also help him during their missions, just like in the old days, when they visited faraway realms, such as Piāillo Island or the Beanbean Kingdom, and even became partners in time.
As he speaks, Mario is very aware that his eyes are shining, full of excitement. His whole face must be, in fact, as euphoria bubbles up inside him like a river of unstoppable lava. Heās unable to keep completely still, so he inadvertently shakes his hands and, with them, those of his brother, as he explains his idea to him. And his enthusiasm undoubtedly rubs off on his twin, as Mario can read in Luigi's blue eyes, identical to his own, which are filling with a special glow that can only mean he shares Mario's eagerness.
And so it was that the brothers began to travel together.
āØ The Golden Trio āØ
In some of their first trips together, when the brothers are about to play Balloon World, Peach meets them and becomes a spectator of their games. Luigi welcomes her with open arms and quickly explains to her what Mario has to do, and while his brother is searching, Luigi reveals in whispers to the princess where the balloon his twin is looking for is hidden.
Although, at first, Mario is a little embarrassed that Peach is going to watch him while he searches, he quickly decides that he must do everything he can to impress her, so he puts more effort into finding the balloon quickly and on his own, despite Hattie's attempts to help him. Whenever he succeeds, Luigi praises him enthusiastically and gives him a big hug, which Mario reciprocates joyfully and heartily. Peach, after applauding him a little more demurely, leans over to place a kiss on his nose, causing Mario's whole face to light up until it looks redder than his shirt. This always happens under the watchful eye of Luigi, who doesn't miss the chance to give his sibling a playful nudge while trying to silence his giggles, causing Mario's blush to increase.
However, the third time Peach meets the brothers, Luigi has the idea of inviting her to participate in the game, which he eagerly puts to her. Both she and Mario are delighted, and Luigi immediately rearranges the game so that Mario and Peach can play in competition against each other.
Of course, respect and friendship prevail in the game. Mario continues to play as usual, but Peach often beats him, as sheās quick and smart, and he can only admire her more and more every time this happens. In fact, heād say that he enjoys the occasions when the princess beats him the most, as he loves to see her so happy and enjoying herself when playing with him. Needless to say, even though Luigi is a most enthusiastic audience, Mario is the one who always applauds Peach the most, which makes her blush, something that doesn't happen to her when she thanks Luigi's compliments.
When the game is preparing to take place for the fifth time since Mario and Peach started playing together, Mario can't help but notice the way his brother is wringing his hands and fiddling with his fingers as he watches them. The game is about to begin, but he can't take his eyes off Luigi. He can read his face like an open book, something that has happened practically since they were born... and he doesn't like what he sees.
It's not that Luigi is sad. He's happy to be with them and eager to see them play Balloon World again. He's ready to cheer them both on and shower them with praise, as always, for, after all, his little brother is one of the sweetest and gentlest people he knows.
However, Mario can see in his gestures, in the way he bites his lower lip, in the way he fiddles with his own hands, in the way his eyes sparkle, that Luigi misses being able to join the game despite knowing the location of the balloons beforehand.
So even though Luigi gives the start command just a second later, Mario doesn't move.
And it pleases him greatly to realize that Peach, next to him, hasn't moved either.
When he turns his face towards her, Peach does the same. Mario barely needs a few seconds to realize that the princess, always as perceptive and as concerned about Luigi as he is, almost as if she were some sort of big sister to him, has also noticed the longing that shines in his little brother's eyes.
The two hold each other's gaze for a moment before smiling determinedly and giving one another a mutual nod. In unison, the two turn to Luigi, who looks from one to the other, his face the spitting image of bewilderment. As he and Peach start walking towards the game organizer, Mario can't help but let out a laugh in anticipation of what's about to happen, and he hears Peach let out a small giggle next to him that only makes his heart swell.
Decisively, they both hold Luigi, each with one hand, and Mario puts his other arm around Luigi's shoulders while Peach wraps her free arm around the younger plumberās back. Luigi doesn't understand anything, but he doesn't resist, since, of course, he trusts them completely. Peach and Mario start walking while dragging him along, and the princess proclaims that, by royal order, Luigi must play Balloon World with them. This finally gets Luigi to relax and even laugh, and Mario feels his little brother squeeze his hand as he and the princess laugh together.
For a moment, Mario simply watches them. His heart fills with joy whenever he sees them getting along so well. He loves that Luigi has found in Peach a friend he can trust and be himself with, and he loves that the princess, in each of their interactions, shows that she truly cares about Luigi's well-being and wants only the best for him.
And he just loves them both so much that his heart could burst.
He couldnāt live without either of them.
When the game concludes, shortly before the brothers return to the Odyssey ship, Mario summons the courage to offer Peach to join them. That way, the three of them could travel together, keep each other company and help one another in their adventures, and theyāll always have the chance to play Balloon World together.
As he speaks, however, it occurs to Mario that perhaps he should have consulted Luigi before inviting Peach, so he throws a sidelong glance at his brother to try to apologize to him without words.
But Luigi, ever so sweet and kind, ever the man with the purest heart, is nodding eagerly as he hears his brother speak, and as soon as Mario concludes, Luigi turns to Peach and takes her hands while expressing how much heād love for her to join them. Mario can't and won't hold back the look of intense love and adoration he gives his twin as he talks to the princess. Who, of course, gladly accepts.
Thus, Mario, Luigi and Peach, accompanied by the inseparable and always loyal Hattie, Cappy and Tiara, embark on the Odyssey to a new world. And, as they travel, the three of them look out the window, Mario and Luigi with their hands on the glass and looking at the clouds with excitement, and the princess, with a hand resting on the shoulder of each of the brothers as she joins in their excitement at the sight they are contemplating.
Their adventure has only just begun.
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Might be too busy to upload the video I mentioned so Imma yeet some doodles I made at school ... ... ... I can't believe this is what I do when bored:
These are very cursed Eddie doodles because why not?
#eddie gluskin#outlast#yes I know outlast#and yes I got traumatize when I first met Eddie#Bro was a whole different level of delulu damn#he scared me so much I spent the entire day remembering those moments#he's such a horrifying character but he's so horrifying that he's such a great antagonist#I applaud to the writers of Outlast knowing how to freak people out#outlast whistleblower#outlast fanart#Ngl I refuse to look at Eddie content ever since my first time seeing him but then pademic happened#I got bored and decided to watch playthroughs of horror games#next thing I know I cope with making shitposts about the game so I can sleep easy adjfnadfkjnadskfjn#The third pic finding the hilarity that a misogynistic cop had three wives and the misogynistic groom had none ajdsnfjkadfns#man I wish I have Outlast Trials to play with friends#horror games#my art
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Now who is responsible for this š please
#I mean not the first time Iāve spotted typos#but you forgot a whole word bro bro#and wsd š cmon#anyway Iām not here to complain (it will be happening again)#tears of themis#artem wing#to whoever actually reads my tags (first of all ily) Iāll tell you a secret#artem was my favorite since BEFORE I started playing this game#his confused eyes really got me#but I actually started to like him less after reading his cards#now HOLD YOUR FIRE#it was not his personality#it was just the wayā¦ nothing exciting ever happened#and I know his whole thing is being super romantic I GET THAT and I loved that#but I fear it became too corny for me Iām sorry#like I remember his 2nd birthday event I think there was a PUDDLE OF WATER which he threw his jacket over#and then he and Rosa blushed šš#guys please step around. I appreciate the sentiment but it is truly never that serious#okay Iām done#hope someone out there actually read allat#whoever you areā¦ thank youā¦#whoever writes artemās cards give him to me. Iāll have this bih everyoneās favorite in 40 minutes tops
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grabbing rainbow sherbet vodka for the stream because I know it's what ichi would want š¤
bro grabbing that fucking super mario vodka what the shit š
#snap chats#i dont know what im gonna get...... i SHOULD get soju since i can get more for cheaper#and soju's more potent now innit... but i am a sake fan... sake my best friend..#but i like my sake hot. unless its nigori then OF COURSE you have to have it chilled....#gddammit i left my shot glass at my moms. i didnt think id need it </3#maybe sake's the game then.....#just to make sure i dont ACTUALY black out NO DID I TELL THE TIME I BLAKCED OUT FOR THE FIRST AND ONLY TIME#ILL TELL IT AGAIN SINCE ITS TOPICAL IT WAS THE NIGHT OF MY SISTER'S WEDDING#and i went out post-wedding drinking with my dad and my sis and her hubby yeah#and /im/ a master of acting like im fine when im not when i care to and since i never want to look A Fool in front of my father again#i acted fine after i reached the point where I Very Much Was Not Fine#LIKE THERE WERE DRINKS AT THE WEDDING OOFC BUT I ALSO GOT SOME WHISKEY AT A BAR WE WENT TO#AND SO EVENTUALLY MY DAD AND HIS WIFE AND I ALL GO BACK TO THE HOTEL WE'RE ALL STAYING AT#god theyre so embarrassing i was walking (read: wobbling) back to the room i shared with my bro#and theyre just :) š Good Niiiight We're Gonna Watch You Go Until You're Safe :) š <- im literally down the hall from them#and the fucking. SECOND i get into my room im just hhoUUGGHGHHH BROTHER OF MINE. WHAT IS HAPPENING#i dont remember what happened i know i started watching Why Dont You Play In Hell again and then i suddenly woke up in my bed#I WAS ON THE COUCH LIKE I CANNOT STRESS THE ABRUPTNESS OF ME WAKING UP IN BED#I SAT ON THE COUCH TO WATCH THE MOVIE I THINK I GOT 27 MINUTES IN AND I BLINKED AND I INSTATRANSMISSIONED#hilarious. anyway i refuse to let that happen ever again AFLKEFJKAJ#so sake's the call. i think. idk we'll see what my wallet thinks cause the sake is a lil pricier than the soju..#it a special occasion live a little. is what ill tell myself ā ļø
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as a hardcore daisy fan I am loving the new Mario game, as an autistic, I like all the other 2d Mario bros games cause they're all the same ššš» can Nintendo just release like 10 variations of Mario's bros pllzz where they're all exactly the same except the levels are slightly different yk, just for me plz plz thank you I love Mario but only if its familiar ššššš
#been playing mario bros new wii since 2009 bitches#i was 7 so i was terrible at first BUT I GOT BETTER āš»āš»#then mario bros deluxe is literally just the wii version with better graphics#thats literally all i want#AND I HATE THE 3D MARIO GAMES I CANT STAND THEM I HATE IT#plz nintendo just give me hundereds of mario bros variations plz#absolutely loving being able to play as daisy though#that also took a hit to my autism cause i always pick luigi#i played as luigi at first then started playing as daisy on here#but im so happy shes a main playable character š«¶š»š«¶š»š«¶š»š«¶š»š«¶š»#but mario wonder is making me so uncomfortable because ITS ALL NEEWWWWW ā¹ļøā¹ļøā¹ļø#i feel like id like it if it wasnt making me feel so uncomfortable and disregulated#ill get used to it im sure š#autism#love autism#im fighting the autism today cause i do wanna play itttt#i just wish it was like mario bros šš#i hate new things <3#im scared to tag mario wonder cause this is just me shit posting because im unable to shut up and stay off this website hi#but im talking about mario wonder
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I love my brothheeerrr!
#okay its late night and im sleepy and rambly but#ive been playing x.enoblade3 for the past few hours straight. i am mid final boss. i got bored and sleepy so now i shall go to bed and#finish the fight and game in the morning#and. um. also because i have a crush on a x.enoblade man and i was thinking about cuddling him too much to focus#but!! back to my brother! this post is about r.iku k.ingdom h.earts#thats my little bro!!#he and ash are not biologically related but she works with him and the rat when trying to find a.qua#and they get super close. at first at was just ash protecting v.entus onto him since theyre both around the same age but#ash grows to genuinely love and appreciate him so much. he's such a good kid and i'm just so lucky to be his big sis!#ash rambles š#ash really wants to take him and a.qua on a vacation touring a bunch of different worlds#(also so r.iku can be their personal photographer <3 ash loves her gummiphone posts LMAO)#ok i'm gonna go to sleep! gn! your f/os love you#also. once more. i have SUCH a big crush on m.atthew v.andham and he wont leave my head..#hopefully tmr i can start his game#i'm uh. totally not excited to see him (lying)
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very important life update for the two (2) people with the relevant context:
my brother's new hobby is baking
#this is important because up until this his only real hobby has been video games#but now he's taken such an interest in baking that my parents got him a cookbook that explains the science behind the Why#dude made the most incredible looking brownies on his first go after studying the book#he also apparently makes the most Incredible cup of hot chocolate completely from scratch#it makes total sense too#my bro absolutely loves a clear step by step list with obvious cause and effect#we had an actual conversation for the first time in almost six years last week and it was really nice!!!#grabbed me in the kitchen and was like 'so i saw on steam you were playing witcher 3 the wild hunt [EYES EMOJI]'#and we chatted about it for a bit#because he has been trying to get me to play that game for literally a decade#he BOUGHT ME that game#we arent on bad terms or anything we both just suck ass at keeping in contact with people#he doesnt really do discord or anything and does Not check his phone so texting him is useless#and i will simply Intend to message someone until i look up and realize its been like six months since i said hello#BUT REGARDLESS! YEAH!#important very crucial life update. my brother has a creative hobby and im SO happy for him
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G3nshin players never beating the not playing the game allegations
#I keep seeing twt discourses n omg it getting so annoying cuz u can tell how many ppl don't got critical thinking/#Failed media literacy with their hot takes or 'gotcha' takes#Fanon rotting the brain so bad u take it as canon despite not being able to remember what canon was (which isn't bad but being so bold to#Argue somebody sourcing their argument while you use random comment on a tiktok vid of somebody going 'trust me bro' is insane)#Idk what f0ntaine done to make certain group of player suddenly have no thought in their heads but it like rlly bad#Like first implying n3uvill3tt3 does not care at all about fur14 is insane when u got him tuning traveller out n then him implicitly being#'i really really don't want to hurt her can we not hurt during this plan' moment with everybody n then closing his eyes cuz he couldn't bar#To see fur14 cry n then when saving f0ntaine he obviously was thinking about fur14 sacrifice n started crying in that cutscene#It one thing to argue fur14 doesn't like neuv but it another to say he doesn't like her#N even fur14 doesn't hold a candle if u have her n done the events she n neuv r in it obv she doesn't hate him lmao#Like u gotta be blind n deaf while playing the game to not see she has forgave him like n4v14 n clor1ne#U know who she hasn't forgave tho? arl3 :)#New twt g3nshin discourse r shippers going how is arl3fur1 toxic n not the new archon n c4ptain0#N I just omg OMG#I know ship wars r a thing but typically I don't care but seeing a take going like#'so arl3 attacks fur1 n that bad but c4ptain0 attacks m4vu but that not toxic š¤Ø..' I just felt my head explode omg#WHERE THE MEDIA LITERACY OML#it literally in fur1 voice line about the kn4v3 that she hopes to forget her n arl3 did attempt a murder on a fur1 who at the time had no#Powers!!! It not the same as what happen in n4tl4n!!#Also what with trying to imply m4vu is weaker than c4ptain0 since she a woman š¤Øš«µ don't get mad that Ur ship heavily relies on fanon n#That the het ship has a more equal footing with each other#Crazy thing is I Def like canon arl3fur1 better than other ship just cuz I find the other boring but omg OMG#What w declawing the ship just cuz u don't like it being toxic or the fact one part of said ship has a negative opinion of the other...#That what makes the ship so interesting!!! That despite the effort arf3 may try to reassure fur1 she forever scarred by that moment orz#There multiple non toxic wlw ship u can have if shipping a toxic ship is too much but don't fall into sexist thinking cuz a het ship#Has a more healthy/equal canon dynamic#I'm ranting but seeing a take implying that m4vu is inherently weaker than c4ptain0 CUZ SHE A WOMAN???? CRAZY INSANE idk what type of rotte#Brain but there definitely maggots in you noggin#M4vu not cowering at the sight of c4ptain0 nor is she unwilling to fight him hell she wish she could have fought him while they both were i#Their prime... Imagine thinking like an incel cuz Ur ship is more toxic than another <o>
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Hey can I get a jealous Jude x female reader. Nothing too toxic lol l, itās just some guys hitting y/n up on social media and somehow Jude sees the DMs and gets a little jealous. Then his petty self goes and posts a picture of him and his girlfriend on her ig or something petty like responds back with a āsheās busy broā. Thanks š«¶š»
jealousy | jude bellingham
obsessed with this concept already !!
summary: while you're getting ready to go out on a date with your boyfriend, he accidentally sees some dms he doesn't like and decides to do something about it
warnings: none
word count: 738
a/n: boring title booo i know i know i couldn't think of anything better :( i do hope you like the one shot tho it was fun to write about jealous jude <3
you were getting ready to go out on a date with jude while he was laying on your bed waiting for you. his phone was charging somewhere in the living room so you gave him yours to play a game so he doesnāt get bored. you were putting on your makeup while singing along to your playlist while he was building some villages or whatever it was that they do on clash royale. however, jude got distracted when an instagram dm pop up at the top of your phone, it was from this formula 1 driver that he knew was always liking your pictures, he didnāt knew he was dming you as well. he thought about opening the message, but he didnāt want to invade your privacy like that, so he simply looked at you.
āsomeone dm you.ā he says.
his voice took you out of your little world and you place your gaze on him thought the mirror you were applying your makeup on.
āwho?ā
ālando norris.ā he reads the name like he didnāt knew already.
āwhat does it say?ā you hide a laugh and continue with your makeup routine.
jude opens the message and reads it out loud. it was obvious he was hitting on you by replying to a story you had posted earlier that day when you went to brunch with your friends and you felt cute.
āare you gonna answer?ā he asks again, hints of jealousy on voice.
ānot really, no.ā you answer and go back to singing along and applying mascara on.
when jude goes back to the screen on your phone his thumb accidentally swipes left and your whole inbox is completely exposed to him. he didnāt meant to do that, but it really was an accident and he couldnāt help but see now that it was there, only he wished he didnāt have.
some of your dms were just conversations with your friends, but a lot of them were just guys replying to your stories and hitting on you, which made him even more jealous than before. you never replied to them, going as far as deleting some of the messages you received, but since you hadnāt checked your instagram since that afternoon a lot of dms from different guys complimenting you on your story were there for jude to find.
he frowns at the phone and takes a look at you, completely oblivious while doing your eyeliner. his eyes go back to the screen and he starts looking up some pictures that you took the week before of you two.
ādo you mind if i post one of those pictures you took of us last week?ā he asks out of nowhere. āso i can repost it on my story.ā he clarifies.
you frown a bit confused because this is the first time he has asked you something like this, but after him seeing the other guyās dm and feeling a bit jealous you connected the dots and smile amused.
āsure.ā you say.
he nods and went to post a story with the two of you looking definitely like the couple you were. he spend a few seconds thinking about a good caption, landing on a simple āmy boyfriendā¤ļøā, very straight to the point. he also tagged himself big enough for everyone to see and posted the picture, a satisfied smile on his face.
when you were done with your makeup and ready to go, you approached him and sat on his lap, your phone still in his hand.
ālet me see the picture.ā you smiled. he shows you the story and you rolled your eyes, a bit amused at his possessiveness. āwas that really necessary?ā you point at the text and he just shrugs.
āi just feel like thereās a lot of people that don't know weāre together, you know? just wanna put it out there.ā you nod, fighting the smile on your face and putting your arms around him.
āis that so?ā you tease him, getting closer to him if that was even possible.
āyeah, lots of guys on your dms.ā he confess. āthey liked your selfie earlier.ā
āhmm.ā you answer. āi wouldnāt know about that, i only like one guy.ā a treacherous smile takes over his lips and you take the opportunity to kiss him. āwanna go? weāll be late to dinner.ā
jude just nods and gets out of bed, never dropping your hand for a second.
#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham#jude bellingham one shot#real madrid x reader#jude bellingham fluff#jude bellingham x y/n#football#football one shot#jude bellingham x you#jude bellingham fanfic#jude bellingham imagine#jb5#jb10#jude bellingham gif
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spilling secrets on stream | LN4
what better place to hard launch a relationship than twitch?
word count: 1.3k
warnings: none!
author's note: it's been so fun thinking up little story ideas and this is the product of one of them. fair warning that it's been forever since i've played fortnite so probably not very accurate when it comes to that š¤¦āāļø thank youuu for reading and have a great day!!
also my requests are open if you would like to see a certain story/driver!! š«¶
āHi guys, sorry Iām late,ā Lando said, adjusting his headphones as he started the stream. There were a surprising number of people online for this Thursday afternoon, but he had posted on his story that Max would be joining him, so that could explain the popularity. Not that he would ever tell him that.Ā
āMax is joining now.ā He stretched his arms over his head, smirking when the chat quickly noticed the sliver of skin heād exposed in the simple motion. Oops. āIs Max with you right now? No, chat, Iām in Monaco. Howās offseason? Itās good. Iāve been doing a whole lot of nothing.āĀ
Lando read through and answered a couple more questions until Maxās face popped up on his screen.Ā
āHello hello,ā Max said, waving to the camera. āHow are we, chat? What are we playing?āĀ
After a couple minutes of debate, they decided on Fortnite. The first round was short lived- Lando got shot pretty much immediately. Now, him and Max were two of ten players remaining, but the sound of the front door opening caused him to turn his focus away from the game.Ā
āy/n?ā Lando called out after muting himself, turning away from the screen to see if his girlfriend had just arrived home.Ā
āBro, what are you doing?ā Max protested, his character running circles around Landoās still one. Two other characters spotted them over a nearby hill and started firing immediately, with Max left alone to defend them. āYou muppet!ā Within seconds, Lando had died, and Max didnāt have enough time to resuscitate him in the midst of defending himself.Ā
āMy bad.ā Lando turned back to the screen, laughing at Maxās distress.Ā
āThat was entirely your fault.ā Max responded, pausing to look at his phone alert from Lando.Ā
I think y/n just got back and she doesnāt know Iām on stream. Can you stay on until I get back?Ā
Even though Lando and his girlfriend were practically living together at this point, staying at each otherās homes almost every night during the offseason, they were yet to make it official in the eyes of the public. Max knew this better than everyone- often having to cover for the couple when they werenāt cautious enough- and smirked as he typed back a yes. Lando took that as a sign to communicate his exit. āBe right back, chat. Donāt be too mean to Max while Iām gone.āĀ
He opened and shut the door to the room behind him, padding down the soft carpet runner of the hallway. āy/n?ā Her bright pink trainers were by the front door, and seeing as he could hear the shower down the hall, she mustāve just come back from a run.Ā
All of a sudden, music started blasting- a Doja Cat song, Lando knew from y/n's time on the aux whenever they were in the car together.Ā
āy/n,ā Lando laughed, knocking on the bathroom door, āIām on stream darling.ā It wasnāt that he minded the noise, or that the chat would know very quickly that there was a girl in his house (he wasnāt really the Doja Cat type). If it were up to him, he wouldāve posted y/n the day they had made it official, four months ago. But theyād decided to wait a bit and enjoy the privacy.Ā
No response still. He tried the bathroom door handle but it was locked. She mustāve not known he was coming home, Lando thought cheekily to himself. Otherwise, it wouldāve been open. He gave up and retreated back to the room with his setup, shooting a quick text over to y/n that he was home.Ā
Lando settled back into his chair, turning the camera on. āAlright, chat, Iām back. Sorry to leave you with Max.āĀ
Max raised an eyebrow at the music that filtered in through Landoās mic, choosing not to comment on it. The chat wasnāt as sly though, with every other comment questioning the source.Ā
āDidnāt know Lando was a Doja Cat fan. Iām not.ā The ambiguous comment sparked even more questions, and Lando just shook his head jokingly as they started another game. As he died for a third time, Max cursing and threatening to find someone better to play with, the music cut and the distant sound of the shower running stopped.Ā
āLando?ā y/n called out, freezing as she read over his text in the hallway. Landoās eyes widened and he quickly muted himself, sliding his headphones off. As he stood up he heard y/n's footsteps nearing the door and managed to shut the camera off just in time.Ā
Lando pulled open the door and the scent of coconut and hibiscus floated in. y/n looked up at him with wide eyes in sweatpants and a stolen Quadrant t-shirt, her hair still wet from the shower.Ā
āIām sorry! I didnāt realize that you were streaming.ā She peeked over his shoulder and her eyes widened at the rapidly scrolling chat, the viewers going crazy about the distinctly female voice theyād overheard. Max had given up at pretending to ignore them and had shut off his camera as well, only adding to the viewers assumptions.Ā
He pulled her into a hug, mumbling āYou smell good.ā into her hair as a way of greeting. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed tightly, rocking back and forth.Ā
āDid they hear me?āĀ
āYeah.ā They shuffled over to the computer together, her almost afraid to read the chat that was still scrolling at a million miles a minute. Lando read out one comment that said ācan Landoās girlfriend fight?ā and raised a questioning eyebrow at the girl next to him.Ā
āHeck yeah. Look at these muscles. Try me.ā She bounced back and forth on her heels, hands up in a boxing stance.
Lando laughed at her, locking her in a headlock that she quickly wiggled out of. āNot fair,ā she whined. āCaught me by surprise.āĀ
He pulled her in front of him to straighten out the locks of hair heād mussed, and kissed her forehead before looking down at her. āWhat if we told them about us right now?āĀ
āYou think?ā She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, and he ran a gentle thumb over it to get her to stop.Ā
āI think theyāre going to love you as much as I do.ā She leaned into him at that statement, and he watched her eyes as she seemed to process his statement.Ā
āAlright,ā she still looked hesitant, but brightened up as she opened her mouth to speak again. āIām already wearing the right shirt and everything.āĀ
āQuadrants #1 fan.ā He smiled, pulling her over to the computer. They split the chair so that both of them could sit, and she draped her legs comfortably over his. He rested one hand on her thigh, using the other to restart the stream. āReady?āĀ
She nodded, and all of a sudden they were back online.Ā
āHi, chat.ā Lando smiled, laughing as the comments started pouring in. āIāve been meaning to introduce you to someone. This is my girlfriend, y/n.āĀ
āHi, everyone,ā y/n said, sporting a smile to match her boyfriendās. āHow are you doing?āĀ
āFinally.ā Max let out a sigh, clicking his camera back on.Ā
āThanks for covering for us, Max.ā The trio sat and talked for a little bit, y/n answering questions for her from the chat that Lando pointed out every once in a while. They eventually turned the game back on, y/n holding her own and often outranking Max and Lando. In the midst of waiting for a new game to load, Lando wrapped an arm around her waist, squeezing her side.Ā
āIām so glad I get to show you off now.ā
@landonorris: kiss me more š©āā¤ļøāšāšØ
@y/nl/n: catās out of the bag š¤
#f1 fanfic#f1 x y/n#mclaren f1#f1 fic#lando norris fluff#lando norris x y/n#lando norris x reader#lando norris#f1 x reader
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I wanna see whatās Aceās familyās reaction when they found out Ace is dating reader Heheheh
I decided to have only Ace's brother present, since Mr. and Mrs. Trappola have yet to receive strong characterization.
Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.
The Trappola brothers sat across from one another upon red velvet chairs, and you, between them. They were both intently focused on building a house of playing cardsāa task that Ace had warned took āserious patience, coordination, and a gentle touch.ā (You had rolled your eyes and responded, āGreat. You let me know when youāve found someone that has all that.ā)
Ace carefully laid a Two of Spades down, formed a triangle with a Three of Clubs and a Four of Diamonds. His hand slowly retreated, and the triangle stayed. He expelled a sigh, directed away from the cards so as to not disturb them.
You would have clapped for him, but Ace had discouraged you before the game had even started. So instead, you tapped your index and middle fingers together. Still giving applause, but not nearly enough to rattle the house of cards.
āYour move.ā
āHuh, youāve gotten better at this,ā his brother mused. He toyed with an Ace of Hearts, expertly twirling it between dexterous fingers. āToo bad. I was really looking forward to smoking you in front of your new friend.ā
āIn your dreams,ā Ace sneered, passing you a glance. āThe last thing Iād want is to look uncool in front of my partner.ā
His brother drew himself up in his seat. The card in his hand, stilling. āYour partner? Since when were you two a thing?ā
āOh, you knowā¦ since a while ago,ā Ace casually replied. āAnd honestly, I canāt really blameām. Who wouldnāt fall for my dashing good looks and roguish charm? Iām a catch!ā
His brother regarded you with an almost pitying look. āItās not too late to change your mind,ā he advised.
You burst into laughter. "I think I'm good. Ace is an idiot, but he's at least my idiot."
He raised an eyebrow. "So you've got a sense of humor. You'll need that if you're going to put up with Ace all of the time. Congrats, you passed the first test."
"Whaddya mean 'put up with' me?!" Ace protested, puffing up his cheeks. A pout--adorable, you think.
"I mean it exactly how I said it. It's practically a full-time job dealing with you," his brother replied cheekily. "You gotta prepare people for it, or else they won't know what they've signed up for."
"Oh, come on! You're making me sound way worse than I actually am."
"This, coming from the guy who ghosted his ex?" He smirked, and you could see the family resemblance in it. The slight narrowing of the eyes, the way his mouth angled. "I dunno, I was half expecting you to stay single forever after that royal screw-up, lil' bro. You're lucky you found someone willing to take you~"
Pink exploded onto Ace's cheeks. "H-Hey...!" he hissed, leaning toward his brother. "Did you seriously have to bring that up?! Have a little more tact, will ya?!"
The older Trappola grinned. "Gotcha."
You realized why.
Ace's sudden movement had sent a slight breeze against the card house. It wobbled from top to bottom--then the structure collapsed in on itself, the cards all folding into one another. Within seconds, the house was a pile on the coffee table.
Ace fell to his knees with a pathetic wail, scrambling to salvage his hard work. His brother looked on, chuckling. A card, still in his hand.
"I didn't place mine yet," he declared triumphantly, "and since you made the house fall, it's technically my win!"
"Y-You sneaky...! You taunted me on purpose!!"
"Yeah, and it worked like a charm." He flicked Ace on the forehead. "You were too busy trying to flex in front of your S/O. It was easy to take advantage of that. You always were a cocky, predictable brat."
"Grrrrr..!!"
"Ace, it's fine," you soothed him, a hand on his arm. "You did your best. It doesn't change how I feel about you."
"Tch, there you go being all sappy again... You're so lame sometimes," Ace grumbled--but he covered your hand with his. A small gesture, but a reassuring one.
"Hahah, look at you two lovebirds," his brother teased, wagging a finger at you. Then he reached out and roughly ruffled Ace's hair, despite his complaints and attempts to swat him away. "Happy for you though, lil' bro! You gotta tell me how this love story started--"
#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#Ace Trappola x Reader#Ace Trappola#Reader#self insert#NRC Family Day#twst interactions#twisted wonderland interactions#twst imagines#twisted wonderland imagines#twst scenarios#twisted wonderland scenarios
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we say weāre different but we got the same eyes - r.c
pairing: bitchy!pogue!reader x rafe
you needed to stop taking other people shiftās.Ā
itās not like you wanted to, but at least they were paying you to do so, enough to let you actually chill this summer without stressing about rent or whatever else adulthood decided to throw at you.
all you had to do was show up and do the job. first at lilaās dinner, now at the bougie country club, as a cart girl.
youād done this before, and sure, the old men were always a little too handsy with their beer guts hanging over their tacky polos, but at least they tipped well. you could tolerate them. smile, giggle at their half-assed jokes, and let them feel like they still had it.Ā
fine. pay me for my pain, grandpa.Ā
today however, instead of your usual sugar-daddy wannabes, you were babysitting frat boys. fresh out of their first year of college, probably still hungover from their last keg stand.
nineteen-year-old idiots in pastel shorts and backwards hats, making everything about themselves.
ābro, you remember that party at kappa? dude, swear i blacked out after like, five shots.ā
wow, five whole shots?Ā congrats, you absolute child. should i get you a sticker for that?
donāt even get started on their conversations about girls. one of them, chad or brad or whatever his stupid name was, just had to loudly detail how some poor innocent girl ātotally wanted him last night but was playing hard to get.ā
yeah, bro,Ā she was probably just trying to get through the night without having to mace your entitled ass.
it was constant. the whole damn morning. all they talked about was frat parties, girls they didnāt deserve, and how they "couldnāt wait to get back to school."
you'd give anything to remind them how utterly irrelevant their frat status was in the real world, but you couldnāt. nope. you had to keep your game face on, pour their drinks, and pretend like they werenāt giving you a headache that rivaled your worst hangovers.
at least the elderly snobs tipped well. sure, they were pretentious and acted like you were beneath them, but they'd slip you a twenty or more with a smug little wink. that made it easier to tolerate their "iāve been golfing here since before you were born" bullshit.
but these brats?
half the time they forgot to tip at all, and when theyĀ didĀ remember, it was a crumpled five like they were doing you some grand favor. and of course,Ā of course,Ā they couldnāt just keep their obnoxious, beer-breath comments to themselves. no, they had to make it worse by hitting on youāhard.Ā
painfullyĀ hard. it was like watching a car crash in slow motion, except instead of pulling over to help, you were stuck right in the middle, praying someone would just tow your ass out.
āyo, whatās your name again?ā one of them asks. bryce, probably. his face justĀ screamsĀ bryce.
he's leaning against the cart like he thinks it's going to make him look cool, but really, heās just sloshing his drink all over the place. classy.
āitās on my name tag,ā you deadpan, pointing to the little badge pinned to your polo. you're not about to give him any more than that.
but he's not letting it go. āoh yeah? cute name for a cute girl. you single or what?ā
jesus christ.Ā here we go.
you resist the urge to roll your eyes so hard theyād get stuck in the back of your head.Ā
āām here to work,ā you sigh, voice sweet enough to mask the absoluteĀ disdainĀ you're feeling. you know what comes next.
they always think they can charm you if they just keep going, like you are some kind of challenge.
ācāmon, donāt be like that,ā another one chimes in, this one wearing sunglasses even though it's barely 9 a.m.
who do you think you are,Ā pitbull?Ā
he gives you this sleazy grin like he thinks he's smoother than he actually is. āwe could take you out after your shift. grab a drink. bet youāre fun, huh?ā
fun? FUN?! if by fun he means fantasizing about driving this cart straight into the water hazard just to escape this conversation, then sure, you're a real blast.
you look around the course, hoping maybe one of the older golfers needs a refill or somethingāanything to get you away from this nightmare. no luck. it's just you and theseĀ clowns.
āi donāt date customers,ā you say, a line youād perfected at this point.
you plaster on your fakest smile, the kind that saidĀ please tip me and then leave me the hell alone. but bryce wasnāt giving up.
āyouāre really gonna turn us down? i mean, weāre the best thing on this course right now.ā
best thing?
the only thing they're the best at seems to be embarrassing themselves.Ā thisĀ is the type of guy who probably thinks buying a girl a drink meant she owns him something.
you can't even be mad; it's almost... sad.Ā almost.
āmaybe you should focus on your game,ā you suggest, glancing at his scorecard. āyouāre, what, ten over par already?ā
that shuts him up real quick, his face going from cocky to confused like he didn't expect you to know how golf worked.
his friend with the sunglasses? he's still trying.
āwe can show you a good time, yāknow. weāve got a house down on the beach. you like boats?ā
ah, yes.Ā the boat move.Ā the go-to for guys who think a half-assed yacht and a cooler full of cheap beer is the height of luxury.
youād seen it a million times in this godforsaken town.
you're not impressed.
you shoot them another smile, āi like tips.ā
they all blink confusedly, clearly not used to a girl calling them out so directly. the frat boys mumble something between themselves, looking awkward for the first time all day.
finally, one of them fishes a crumpled twenty out of his pocket and tosses it your way.Ā
oh, wow, big spender.Ā
you scoop it up, shoving it into your pocket and giving them a little nod. āthanks, boys. good luck with your game.ā
you thought the twenty bucks mightāve bought you a few minutes of peace, but no. they're back at it, swinging at golf balls like they aren't trying to flirt in between their awful shots.
you roll the cart over to the next part of the course, half-listening to their constant chatter.
something about ālast semesterā this, and āpledge partyā that. god, they justĀ never stop. it's like someone hit the repeat button on the worldās most annoying playlist.
one of them calls you over again, like he can't wait five minutes for his next drink. you start prepping them, half tuning them out, just trying to get through it, when suddenly,Ā miraculously, they shut the hell up.
for a second, you think maybe the universe is finally doing you a favor. you don't even question it, just start pouring drinks faster.
a quiet frat boy is a gift. but then you hear it:
ādude!ā one of them practically tackles the other, all wide-eyed and hyped up like a little kid who just saw his favorite cartoon character. āis thatĀ rafe fucking cameron?!ā
oh, for fuckās sake.
your stomach drops. ofĀ courseĀ it has to be him. because clearly, your morning isn't being shitty enough. you don't even look at first.Ā
one of the guys starts flipping out, hitting his buddyās shoulder like it's the coolest thing to ever happen.
ābro, no way.Ā no way.Ā thatās rafe cameron? he used to be the president of our frat, man. two years ago! heās a fucking legend!ā
legend?Ā you almost laugh.
the only legend rafe is to you it's a legendary asshole. a smug, infuriating,Ā gorgeousĀ asshole who you have been avoiding like the plague. the same one who has been blowing up your phone nonstop, trying to get back into your life.
the same one you swore down youād never sleep with again after he pulled that stunt at the dinnerāand then, of course, ended up in his bed two nights ago. you haven't spoken to him since. youād been ignoring him againāwell,Ā tryingĀ toābut now here he is. in the flesh. and these idiots are drooling over him like he's some kind of frat god.
you turn your head, and he's striding across the green like he doesn't have a care in the world.Ā of courseĀ he looks good. he always does.
wayfarerās pushed up in his hair, that cocky-ass grin on his face, wearing a polo like he's the face of a country club catalog. you know heād see you any second. hell, he probably already has.Ā
yeah, youād been avoiding him, and yeah, maybe youād blocked his number twice, but that didnāt stop him from calling with a different one.Ā orĀ from somehow finding you the other night at the party when you were weak enough to let him back in, only to get burned again.
āholy shit, heās coming this way,ā one of the frat boys mutters, shaking with excitement.
you don't move, don't acknowledge him. but you can feel his eyes on you. it's like a sixth sense at this point. you'd crave it so much before, when it was all a silly game in your head, see how much you could push until he cracked and gave into you. now it's a curse.
the boys are watching him approach like he's some kind of celebrity.
āshould we say something to him?ā one whispers. āi heard heās like, killing it in the business world now. familyās loaded.ā
yeah,Ā you think bitterly.Ā killing it. if you count being a trust fund brat as an accomplishment.
rafe's closer now, and you know this moment is inevitable. the frat boys are giddy, already nudging each other, probably ready to beg him for networking advice or whatever the hell frat bros did.
you keep your eyes down, focusing on pouring the drinks, acting like you don't even notice him.Ā like he doesn't phase you in the slightest.
āhey,ā a familiar voice drawls. you don't have to lift your head to know it's him.Ā naturally,Ā he stops right by you. because why wouldnāt he?
ārafe fucking cameron!ā one of the guys yells, unable to keep it together anymore. āyouāre like a legend, man. kappa forever!ā
you never cringed so hard in your life.
rafe smirks, that signature look spreading across his face. āyeah, somethin' like that.ā
you clench your jaw, forcing yourself to keep your face neutral. no way in hell are you about to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he still gets to you.Ā
everyone else around you are tripping over their words just to get his attention. it's embarrassing to watch. the kids acting like he's some kind of messiah, not just some white rich guy with a trust fund and a bad attitude half the time.
āman, the outer banks is fucking sick,ā one of them says, bouncing on his feet like an overexcited puppy. āweāve been hitting the beaches, bars, yāknow, living it up. and bro, the girls here?Ā smoking hot.ā
here we go.Ā
you pretend to be very invested in the cooler, rearranging the ice just to keep your hands busy. they're about to start pointing at you any second now; you can sense it.
the way they keep looking over at you made it obvious they're gearing up for something.
and then, like clockwork, it happens.
āyeah, man,ā one of them gestures way too enthusiastically in your direction. āthat cart girl over there? weāve been trying all morning.ā
oh, fuck right off,Ā you resist the urge to throw a bottle at him.
youād rather die than hear what lame pickup line is coming next, but what youĀ reallyĀ don't want to hear is whatever rafe's about to say.
there was a pause, as if he's taking a second to let it sink in. and when he finally does speak, his voice is all smooth confidence, casual as anything.
āso,ā he starts, still with smirk you hate and know so well, āyouāve met my girl?ā
my girl?Ā my fucking girl?
one of them, manages to stammer, āuhāwait, sheāsā¦ sheās your girl?ā
you can feel the tension creeping up the back of your neck. this's exactly why youāve been avoiding him.
no matter what happened between you, no matter how messy things got, he always acted like he owned you in private. never in front of his friends, like just because you ended up in his bed, you were his to claim whenever he felt like it.
still keeping your eyes glued to the drinks, you feel your blood boil. you aren't his fucking girl. you're barely on speaking terms, aside from that oneĀ weakĀ moment.
he's only saying it to mess with you.
one of the frat boys lets out a low whistle, clearly impressed. ādamn, man. didnāt know you were still pulling like that.ā he shoots a glance at you again, not even bothering to hide the once-over.
rafe just chuckles, that low, infuriating laugh of his, like he knows exactly how to get under your skin. āwhat can i say?ā he drawls, as if the whole thing is just a game to him. āguess iāve still got it.ā
you're this closeāthis closeāto snapping. you can feel your fists clenching at your sides. you're not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction. not here. not in front of these frat boys who're still looking at you like some kind of trophy.
rafeās voice is closer now. you don't have to look up to know he's standing right by the cart.
āyou good over there?ā he asks, that fake casual tone still lingering.
you don't answer. just kept doing your job, biting the inside of your cheek so hard it hurts. but he isn't going to let it go. he never did when he wanted to prove a point.
āhey, baby.ā he greets you again, leaning in slightly. you can feel his eyes burning into the side of your face. āyou gonna pretend you donāt know me now?ā
you take a deep breath, finally turning to face him. he's standing way too close, sunglasses pushed up on his head, that stupid expression plastered across his face.
the frat boys are all watching, wide-eyed, like they just stumbled onto some kind of reality show drama.
āyouāre funny, cameron.ā the guys all exchange glances, clearly picking up on the tension but too dumb to understand it, ācan you guys give us a minute?ā
one of them pipes up with an awkward laugh, āwait, but weāā
you don't let him finish. āone. minute.āĀ
they finally catch on that it isn't a request and before they can awkwardly protest or ask why, rafe tilts his head towards them, craning his neck just enough to raise a single brow. the change in his posture is subtle but enough to have them clamming up instantly.
like magic, their frat-boy bravado melts right off. it's wild how fast a bunch of college boys can shrink under the gaze of someone like him.
the power trip theyāve been riding for the last hour stop.
āuh, yeah, you know what?ā one of them coughs out, backing up so fast he almost trips over his golf bag. āwe should, uhā¦ weāll hit the bathroom. real quick.ā
āyeah, yeah, weāll be right back,ā another one adds, practically stumbling over himself to follow.
they scatter like scared puppies, tails tucked between their legs, and you can't help the small, satisfied smirk that twitches at the corner of your mouth.
finally,Ā a moment of peace.
except, it's not peace. not with rafe standing there.Ā
as soon as the frat boys are out of earshot, you spin around, without thinking, you shove him in the chest with both hands, hard enough to catch him off guard. he stumbles back a step, his face twisting into a look of surprise.
"are you fucking crazy?" you snap, "do you not get the fucking hint, country club? i donāt want this. i donāt want you here, and i sure as hell donāt want your bullshit claims that āmĀ your girlĀ in front of those idiots. leave. me. alone.ā
he steadies himself, raising both hands as if trying to calm you down. āām trying to be better, okay? ām trying. i apologized the other night, didnāt i? āmāā
āno, you didnāt!ā you look at him like he's the dumbest man on earth, cutting him off, your hands balled into fists at your sides. āyou didnāt apologize! you said i was overreacting, that i was being ādramatic.ā then, you fucked me and acted like that made it all better.ā
his jaw tightens, and he takes a deep breath as he glances around the mostly empty golf course before his eyes move back to you, his voice low but firm. "thatās not how i meant itā"
āyou always have an excuse,ā you interrupt, stepping closer, not backing down. āevery time, itās the same thing. you think a half-assed apology or a night in bed makes up for the way you treat me in public?Ā like ām just someĀ thingĀ you get to claim whenever you feel like it?"
he visibly recoils at the word you chose, like it hurts him, āi know,ā he finally mutters āi know i was a dick at that dinner. but ām trying, okay? iāve been calling you, texting youāā
āi didnāt ask. am i that good in bed? go find someone else.ā
rafeās hand flies up to pinch the bridge of his nose, a frustrated sigh escaping him. he draggs his tongue against his cheek. his voice coming out clipped, āi donāt want someone else,ā he grunts out, sounding more exasperated than ever. ājesus fucking christ.ā
you let out a laugh, stepping back, eyes rolling.
āoh, right. thatās it? ām really that good in bed, huh? thatās why youāre here?ā you cross your arms, your tone biting, daring him to say otherwise. āthatās all this has ever been, right? physical. you donāt call unless you want something. so what now? why are you trying so hard? what the hell are you trying for?ā
he doesn't respond right away, his fingers are digging into the bridge of his nose like he's trying to hold himself together. the silence continues, and you can see him wrestling with his words. he's never been the type to say what he was feeling.
everything is buried under layers of cocky bravado, that impenetrable wall he put up to keep everyone at armās length. including you.
finally, he dropps his hand and takes a step closer, his voice coming out rough like he's forcing the words out. āām here because i donāt want someone else. i wantĀ you, alright? can you just get that through your fucking head?ā
you scoff, ābecause i know you and wonāt get attached?ā
he snaps, raising his voice, āno! fuck, itās not that simple.ā
"not that simple?" your hands are shaking, and you accidentally knock over one of the bottles youād been holding before, sending it tumbling to the ground. you don't bother picking it up.
āitās pretty fucking simple. weāre just fucking. so, tell me, whatĀ exactlyĀ is complicated about that? you call, i come over, we have sex, and thatās it. so why the fuck do you start ignoring me in public like ām some kind of fucking disease?ā
rafe opens his mouth, but you don't spare him the chance to speak, you're on a roll, months of pent-up frustration.Ā
āi donāt give a fuck if youāre with someone else, rafe!ā you can hear the bitterness dripping from every word. you're practically spitting them out, āwhat pisses me off is that you had the audacityāthe fuckingĀ nerveāto ask me to stay that night. do you know how fucking stupid i felt? how the fuck do you think i felt when you acted like i didnāt exist the next day?ā
you can feel your hands trembling again, the adrenaline making you shaky, cursing under your breath.
āfor once, i wasĀ niceĀ enough to care about you, to stay, and thatās the shit you pulled. treated me like a ghost. like i was nothing.ā
he just stands there, staring at you, his jaw tight, but he doesn't say a word. his face is hard to read, but you don't care about his feelings. you're not done yet.
āi was fine with the sex. i was fine with leaving afterwards and then you had to go and fuck it all over.ā
rafeās blue eyes flash, and you can see the realization hit him, like he's connecting the dots too fast for your liking.
his brows furrow as he breathes out, āwait. youāre mad at me because i made youāā he hesitates, like the word is foreign in his mouth, ācareĀ for me?ā
you let out a harsh, bitter laugh. āoh, for fuck's sake, country club. don't flatter yourself.ā
āyou always do that shit,ā he points out, stepping closer āyou never call me by my name when weāre having a serious conversation. it's almost like youāre running away.ā
you arch an eyebrow, incredulous. āare you delusional? youāre the one acting like a child.ā
āām not being delusional. you only say my name in my room when itās just the two of us.ā he leans in slightly, lowering his voice as if he's trying to keep this moment between you, his blue eyes lock onto yours making your stomach twist.Ā āām clearly not the only one whoās pretending here; youāre just as bad.ā
you feel the heat rush to your cheeks as you walk back, trying to create space, but he closes the distance with easy confidence.
āpretending? please. ām not the one playing house in my bedroom while acting like i donāt know you outside of it.ā
rafe lets out a low, frustrated groan, running his hand through his hair like he's close to losing it.Ā
āgod, youāre fucking infuriating,ā he mutters, voice gruff, āyou think i donāt fucking feel it too? youāre the only one pissed off, the only one confused?ā his voice dipps lower in frustration. āi canāt stop thinking about you, no matter how hard i try. "
āoh, boo-fucking-hoo,ā you mocked back, āmust be so hard, huh? being obsessed with a girl you canāt even respect in public.ā
his hand reaches out to grab your wrist. you gasp, not out of fear but because the heat of his touch awakes the resting butterflies in your stomach. you hate how much your skin reacts to him, how just the feel of his grip makes your brain go foggy and shut down.
āiĀ doĀ respect you,ā he growls, as if you just insulted him, āi justāfuck.ā his eyes dart between yours, as if searching for something. then, like clockwork, he points at your work uniformāthe stupid polo and that absurdly short skirt that's practically a sin in itself.
āthis,ā he grits out, fingers gesturing to the tight polo that does absolutely nothing but make your boobs look way too inviting, āis not okay.ā
you blink, pretending to be unaffected, but his words have a way of crawling under your skin.
āoh, right,ā you nod sarcastically, even though your pulse has kicked up a notch. āblame my uniform, like thatās the reason you canāt keep your hands to yourself.ā
rafe groans like you're causing him actual physical pain, his hands gripping the edge of the golf cart now, knuckles turning white.
āshit, yeah, iāll blame the uniform,ā he says, eyes blazing as he corners you. āthat tiny-ass skirt, walking around in front of me all day, making me lose my goddamn mind.ā
just like that, his hand slide right under your mini skirt, his fingers gripping a handful of your ass with a confidence that makes your breath hitch.
the sudden contact sends a rush of heat through you, and a soft gasp escapes your glossy lips.
thatās when he takes his chance.
with another low groan, rafe seizes the moment, pressing his body against yours, leaning down as he kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth, the kiss deepening in an instant.
it's not sweetāyou can tell that now because you know that hidden part of him, you can tell the difference when it comes out. today he's desperate like heās been waiting to it for days and can't take it anymore.
he's a starved man on a mission.Ā it's a feverish mess of spit and teeth, his grip on you impossibly tight.
his hand still kneads your ass, blunt fingernails digging into your skin trying to keep you from bolting away. at the same time, his other hand slides up to your neck, firm but not enough to hurt, just enough to keep you locked in placeāhe's daring you to pull away, knowing full well you won't.
logic doesn't stand a chance against the way his lips move against yours, he's sucking all the fight from you.
his tongue slides against yours, and your stomach jumps at the sensation, making you gasp. you try to pull back for a second, needing air, needing space, but his grip on your neck tightens, holding you in place as his lips move against yours like he'll die if you stop.
and maybe he would. maybe he's just as messed up about all of this as you are.
rafeās teeth scrape against your bottom lip, and right then and there, you know your panties are already ruined. you can't stop the small whimper that escapes your throat, and he moans at the sound, his hips pressing harder against yours, making you feel just how much he wants you.
āfuck,ā he almost whines against your lips, like he's barely keeping himself from fucking you out there in the open, not giving a shit if anyone's watching. his hand on your neck glides around to the back of your head, tangling in your hair as he tuggs slightly, tilting your head back so he can kiss you even harder, his lips moving against yours in a way that makes it impossible to think straight. āyou have no idea what you do to me.ā
the truth is, you do. you know exactly what you do to him because he's doing the same thing to you.
but there's no way in hell youāll admit that. not when he already has you completely under his spell, melting into his touch, drowning in the way he kisses you like he owns you.
you attempt to hold onto that edge of disdain you always throw his way when things get too personal. his breath is hot and ragged as he hovers.
his hand, still tangled in your hair, loosens slightly but stays there. it's so fucking unfairāthe way he just sneaks under your skin, the way your body betrays you every time he gets close.Ā you hate it.
especially with the way his fingers are already sliding up your bare thigh under that ridiculously skirt, as if he owns every single inch of you, like he has a goddamn right to touch you like that.
and instead of pushing him away like you should, you find yourself leaning into him. and fuck, the look in his eyesāall black, wild, like he it's his last shred of self-controlāis enough to make your pulse skyrocket.
āasshole,ā it comes out weak, pathetic and almost breathless, and you hate yourself for it.
āyeah,ā he whispers back, lips brushing yours, his hand still in your hair, still holding you close. ābut you like it.ā
god, maybe you did.
the frat boys finally return, their laughter breaking the bubble that had you on a leash.
within seconds, you're pushing rafeās hands away, stepping back as of them claps him on the back.
āwe miss anything?ā
ānah, just catchinā up,ā rafe said, brushing off the whole thing as if it's no big deal.
you, on the other hand, pick up one of the empty glasses, avoiding eye contact with any of them.
one of the guys chuckles. āman, you twoā¦ yāall good?ā
no. not when there's the slightest of the slightest possibility that you're starting to feel something for him. not the stupid crush you had before, or the simple curiosity of figuring out how he was in bed.Ā
real, scary, big girl feelings.Ā
no way. not after everything. not after he pulled that same crap, acting like you didnāt know you in front of his friends, then turning around and getting all possessive when it suited him.
Ā ābetter than ever.ā
eyes locked on rafe, you bite out the final blow.
āyeah, better than ever. just like every otherĀ fuckingĀ rich frat boyāusing daddyās money, pretending youāre a god. but deep down, youāre all the same. losers. why donāt you keep them company, huh? youāre all family after all.ā
his blue eyes drop to the green field at the mention of his dad, but he keeps quiet despite realizing youāre doing this on purpose.
heāll let you have this one because he knows itās deserving. fuck heād probably let you punch him in the face if you asked him to.Ā
you turn on your heel and walk away, leaving him behind, knowing you hit him exactly where it hurt.
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hi pookie can I get an mcyt with reader that bakes?? Like they'll just come in on stream and give mcyts a fucking platter of baked goods lol
-š anon
oooo yes omg!! thank you š anon! <3 got the whole gang in here for this one LOL
MCYT ; "in my baker era"
includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, slimecicle, & cellbit
warnings ; language, mentions of drugs
masterlist
TOMMYINNIT
"Hi y/n- oh, thank you, darling!'
literally has the widest smile on his face
shows off the goods to the stream
"do these have any drugs in them? me n charlie are trying to sell drugs, y/n. we need more stock"
you hear charlie screaming through tommys headphones, "we need the grain, y/n! we need THE GRAIN"
bro is munching away on those cookies holy shit
he feeds chat as well dw
RANBOO
"Hey babe! Oh, thank you!"
does a whole 360 of the plate for chat šššš
"Oh my God, these are so fucking good"
"guys, y/ns in their baking era. can you write an album about that? please become Taylor swift for us"
"BAHHAHAHAH"
literally takes a picture as per usual and posts it to Twitter LMAO
he gets some fans to send you recipes you should try for a serious baking stream LMAO
BADLINU
"Hey love- oh, hi!"
all smiles and shit, he swears you have a sixth sense to know when people are hungry
"guys, y/n made me some bisexuality cake!" He giggles, showing off the tri-colored cake on the plate
he was making a video with harry, tubbo & tommy so everyone had their facecams on
it was like a three tier cake you made and cut out a slice for him
the inside was just the bi flag and the outside was plain white with some fun icing piper testing
he tries it and it's SO MOIST AND SOFT IT IS PERFECT.
there's just 5 raw minutes of him telling you how amazing this fucking cake is LMAO
QUACKITY
"Hey, I'm streaming ba- ohmyfuckinggodthankyou!!"
does a 360 of the plate for the camera
"Holy shit these look so fucking good, thank you so much, y/n"
he's literally just streaming on the qsmp with roeir and fit and he like games and eats the damn cookies at the same time LMFAO
"Dude I feel like I'm high, these are so good, what's in this shit?"
"cocaine"
"WHAT!? DID YOU JUST DRUG ME? GUYS, MY PARTNER DRUGGED ME, HELP"
you're just playing into the bit dw
best red velvet cookies he's ever eaten
CELLBIT
"Hey darling, what's up?"
you hand him the little strawberry shortcake and he just looks at you like šš
turns to his stream and shoves the plate up to the camera all happy like "Oh my God look what they made for me!"
he eats the entirety of it on stream and asks you a bunch of questions
like how you made it, where you found the recipe, etc
he shares it with you too šš«¶
NIHACHU
"Hi honey! Ooo, what's this called?"
"Chocolate mousse. it's a little thick because it's my first time making it but let me know if it's good"
she holds that little glass like it's her child
she tries it with a tiny spoon you gave her and she's like "oh my God this is amazing, y/n/n"
shows it off to the friends she's streaming with too
"send them more recipes guys, I wanna be spoiled with sweets!"
"thank you nikis viewers!! love you all"
FOOLISH GAMERS
when I tell you this man's face LIGHTS UP.
"you made me fudge? oh my God! I love you"
literally spends the next 15 minutes talking to you and gobbling the fudge down
"since when do you make fudge??"
"since I wanted to try" you shrug
"you should totally make some more... when you're not busy and if you want to!"
"Thank you y/n! everyone say thank you!"
SLIMECICLE
"Oh, hi y/n! thank you so much"
does a 360 for stream
"when did you find time to make this? I thought you were at work????"
"special treat" you shrug
you watch him run across the qsmp and go to ems bakery to sit inside and eat it š
he keeps you on stream for a while cause chat loves you n stuff š«¶š«¶
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt preferences#mcyt x reader#mcyt oneshot#tommyinnit x reader#quackity x reader#ranboo x reader#badlinu x reader#nihachu x reader#cellbit x reader#foolish gamers x reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#charlie slimecicle x reader#slimecicle x reader#niki nihachu x reader#freddie badlinu x reader#š anon
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Back from the Vault: Alexa
āWhat do you mean you forgot your passport?!ā asked Simon through his phone.
āI donāt know dude; I was sure I had it but I canāt find it anywhere. Can you go and check in my room if I didnāt put it on my desk or somewhere else, please?ā
āAlright, Iām on my way, but dude, really, you have to be more careful!ā
Simon and Michael had been roommates for almost four years now. Theyād been paired together in their first year of uni, and since they were getting along pretty well and their shared bedroom was small, they decided to look for an apartment together. Things turned out great, and theyāve shared the same apartment since then. When they met, Simon was pretty shy and lacked confidence, but thanks to Michael, he really came out of his shell and found the courage to live fully. He started going to the gym, taking care of himself, and making some friends along the way. He even managed to find someone he found attractive. They just started dating a few weeks ago, and he hoped he would manage to bring his love interest home while Michael was away.
Michael had always been the more outgoing of the two. Always chatting and laughing with everyone, his big dumb smile plastered on his face, letting his perfect white teeth shine and illuminate his face. Sure, Michael wasnāt the brightest student, and even though he preferred working out to spending his evenings studying, he still did everything he could to succeed in his studies and at his part-time job as a bartender. He also managed to have some free time to play video games, practice sports, and, most of all, play with the parameters of his Alexa.
When Michael saw the ad for Alexaās new features a couple of years ago, he fell in love with the concept. The first thing he did when they both got the apartment was to put Alexa everywhere in the house. Simon was a bit skeptical about this artificial intelligence listening to them all the time, but Michael was so happy. Michael couldnāt stop having fun with his new toy. Alexa turned the volume up, Alexa lit up the kitchen. Alexa added ketchup to the grocery list. As time passed, Simon got used to it and didnāt even realize it was there anymore.
āOk dude, Iām in your bedroom. Damn, you could have cleaned up a bit; for fuckās sake, there are dirty underwear and socks everywhere! Gross!ā
āSorry bro, was in a bit of a hurry. I thought my flight was tomorrow, not today! Listen, my passport should be somewhere around my desk. I remember taking it out and putting it on my desk to finish packing. Look around if itās not there, please.ā
āOkay, hold on, putting the speakers on,ā Simon said as he clicked on the button to activate it and turned the volume all the way up before placing his phone on the desk.
āYou sure you put it there? I canāt find it anywhere, dude!ā
āYes, I am! It must be somewhere around. Take a look on my nightstand,ā Michael said, half-listening to what his friend was saying as he was stressed and still searching for it in his backpack.
VOICE DETECTED
āBro, I canāt find it anywhere. I donāt know where youāve puā¦ What the fuck? What was that?ā said Simon, not understanding where the voice was coming from. āDude, did you just say something?ā Simon asked again, waiting for an answer.
INTRUDER PROTOCOL ACTIVATEDā¦ STARTING INTRUDER PROTECTION PROGRAM
As Simon heard this voice again, he heard a beeping sound coming from Michaelās computer. Suddenly, the screens lit up with a weird-looking graphic. Simon tried to understand what was happening, still asking if this was a prank from Michael. āDude, can you hear me? I donāt know what you are up to, but itās not funny. You know what? Fuck you, Iām out of here!ā said Simon as he started walking out of the messy bedroom.
āBro, I know, maybe itās in the closet!ā answered Michael, not listening to what his bro was saying and still looking for it in his suitcase.
All of a sudden, Simon felt something grabbing his right ankle. He tilted his head only to realize his foot was stuck in some kind of cable knot. He smiled a bit, thinking all of this was getting on his nerves, but as a shy laugh escaped his mouth, the knot tightened on its own, and another cable wrapped around Simonās left ankle. Then they started pulling him. Simon fell on his butt right onto a pile of dirty jockstraps and used socks. The cables resumed their pulling. Simon tried to resist, but it wasnāt working.
āMichael, help!!ā he screamed loud and clear, but Michael had put his phone away as he was asking about his passport to his family.
āHELP ME!!ā Simon screamed once again as he was dragged across the dirty floor. Then it all stopped. He was not moving anymore. His ankles were still tied to the cables, and as he tried to get back up, he heard a whipping sound and turned his head just in time to see two new cables grab his wrists and tie them up too before spreading them apart, resulting in Simon being held down against his will in the middle of Michaelās dirty bedroom floor.
āMichael, help me!ā screamed Simon again, and this time Michael answered just as the voice started talking again.
INTRUDER NEUTRALIZEDā¦ WAITING APPROVAL TO START INTRUDER PROTECTION PROGRAMā¦
āYES!ā screamed Michael from afar. āI knew I had packed it!ā Michaelās voice got louder as he got his phone back to his ear. āSorry bro, Iāve found it! My mom was keeping it and didnāt tell me. Sorry! Iāll catch you in a month after my family trip. Iāll grab you something from Disney World, bro. See you!ā And with that, Michael hung up on Simon.
MASTER4S VOICE DETECTEDā¦ STARTING PROTOCOLS IN 3ā¦2ā¦1ā¦
Simon was terrified. He couldnāt move, and now his only hope, Michael, had just hung up on him. As he realized he would have to find a way to free himself on his own, the cables started to tense again, pulling his limbs a bit more until his legs and arms were outstretched. Now he couldnāt move at all anymore.
STARTING SCANNING AND BACKUP PROTOCOLā¦
Simon lay there, immobile and jerking as much as he could in the hope of untying one of the knots when he saw a new cable starting to move on its own. It undulated on the floor in Simonās direction, and as it got near his head, it floated in the air above him. There it stood just long enough for Simon to see it. It was different from the ones holding him down. This one had a device plugged into it, looking like something used for scanning. As Simon thought about that, the device turned itself on and illuminated Simonās body in a blue hue, going from the tip of his feet to his head. As it scanned along, Simon saw a weird blue holographic square pattern projected onto him.
āWhat the fuck is all of this?ā thought Simon as the device finished its work.
INTRUDER SCAN FINISHEDā¦ SAVING OF THE DATAā¦ DATA SAVEDā¦ RESUMING PROTOCOLā¦
Simon heard again. Suddenly, the scanning device lit up again, but this time it was not a blue light. This time it was red. It started scanning all over his body again, but Simon felt like something was heating all around him. As he felt this weird but not painful sensation, he realized he was feeling something on his right ankle. He lifted his head only to see that wherever the red light touched, his clothes were disintegrating. His socks and brand-new Air Forces were already gone, and now he watched as his favorite pair of jeans was getting destroyed right in front of his eyes. Simon screamed and moved as much as he could in every direction, hoping to stop all of this, but it was not working. Worse, the voice started again.
INTRUDER NOT STANDING STILL, SPEEDING UP PROCESS BY 50%
Simon watched in fear as he felt his whole body getting naked faster. With the blink of an eye, Simon was standing there, tied up and naked on the floor. āPlease, make it stop. Iām Michaelās roommate. Iām not an intruder. I live here!ā Simon tried to talk with Alexa, but the only response he heard froze him in terror.
VOICEPRINT INCORRECTā¦ RESUMING PROTOCOL IN 3ā¦2ā¦1ā¦
As he heard those words, he saw new cables flying from every corner of the room. They were like snakes ready to strike, and the only thing he could do as he saw them freezing in place waiting for orders was close his eyes as tears built up on his cheeks.
Suddenly, all the cables jumped onto his body. He felt them plugging into his biceps, forearms, pecs, abs, and legs. He even felt some getting plugged into his fingers and soles. Simon was in excruciating pain. It felt like he was being stabbed all over his body at once. Just as he was about to faint, he heard the voice again.
MODIFICATION PROCESS STARTING IN 3ā¦2ā¦1ā¦
Simon felt all the cables attached to him vibrating harder and harder. It was like his whole body was being shaken. His nerves were on fire, and he felt like he was about to be torn apart. Tears of pain streamed down his cheeks as he suddenly felt an electric shock inside his body. He was in such pain that he couldnāt even turn his head to see what was happening to him.
Just before Michael left for his family vacation, he received a notification on his Amazon account about a new version of Alexa. Being Michael, he jumped on the opportunity and upgraded it right away, without paying much attention to the modifications. The only new feature he was interested in was the āIntruder Protection Programā and its assimilation feature. āCool,ā he thought, āJust before leaving for a month, this new version is released. What perfect timing!ā
Once the download was done, Alexa needed information to register who was welcome and who was considered an intruder. Michael did so and, just as he finished entering his information and was about to input Simonās details, Alexa reminded him that his flight was leaving in 4 hours. Surprised, Michael jumped out of his desk, packed as much as he could into his backpack and suitcase, and rushed to meet his family at the airport, not realizing he never entered Simonās information into Alexaās database.
Simon lay frozen in pain on the dirty floor as he felt his bones cracking and compressing. He heard cracking everywhere, and at some point, he thought maybe all of this was a nightmare and he was about to wake up. But what jolted him from this thought was the excruciating pain in his feet. Simon felt his size 39 feet starting to grow longer until they were now a size 45 and a half. The pain was awful. He fell as his toes elongated and became more articulated. It felt like he had more movement in them than before. Then the same happened with his hands, and it was too much for Simonās pain tolerance. As he fainted from the pain, the changes didnāt stop. Once the bones were modified, Simonās muscles were next.
All his muscles entered a vibration state. They grew larger and larger until his previous slim, athletic frame was replaced by that of a gym god. His muscles bulged in every direction. Once the muscles were done, the vibration moved to his head. His nose was the first to break into pieces before being remolded into a larger, less slim version. Then the same happened with his chin and brows. Once the bones were done, the muscles in his face also started to vibrate, resulting in a more angular, jockish face.
Then the scanning device came back to life and started scanning Simonās fainted body with a green light. Every inch of skin touched by the light tanned to a healthy golden shade. Once done, the device turned a yellow light and focused on specific zones: the legs, armpits, head, chest, and most importantly, the pubic area. There, it started to light up and remained immobile on the skin until a certain number of hairs had sprouted. This resulted in Simonās body having slightly hairy legs, chest and an imberb face (except for hair and brows), hairy armpits, and, most notably, curly brown pubes.
When all the hair had been scanned, the device focused back on Simonās head and his eyes. This time, the device emitted a purple hue. Unbeknownst to Simon, his blue-gray eyes started to change until they were a warm brown color. The scanning device turned off and fell next to Simonās head, only to be replaced by another cable with a peculiar apparatus at its end. It looked like a tube.
The cable started to undulate toward Simonās crotch and then, out of nowhere, jumped onto his 5-inch cock and grape-sized balls. Alexa spoke again.
LOADING BACKED UP DATAā¦
The device began to suck harder and harder, and suddenly, Simonās cut cock started to grow and harden. It grew bigger and bigger inside the tube until it was now an 8.5-inch uncut cock with huge testicles.
GENITALS MODIFIEDā¦
The device detached itself and fell just between Simonās legs. Simonās body remained immobile for a couple of seconds before he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was two huge pecs in front of his sight. He screamed and turned his head to the right and left, watching as his arms had also become huge.
āWHAT THE FUCK!ā he screamed, but the only response he got was another notification from Alexa.
BODY MODIFICATION PROTOCOL COMPLETEā¦ STARTING THE ASSIMILATION PROTOCOL IN 3ā¦ 2ā¦ 1ā¦
Simon watched in fear as a new cable appeared in his sight. This one looked similar to the others that had plugged into his body, but it stood right between his eyes. Thatās when he understood what Alexa had just said.
āNo, Alexa, stop! STOOOOā¦ā
The cable jumped into the middle of Simonās eyes and plugged itself directly into his brain. For Simon, it felt like a switch had been turned off. He was still feeling everything but couldnāt move anymore. It was like he was no longer there, and for a moment, he thought he might have died. Then he heard Alexaās voice again, but this time it was clearer and louder, as if it were directly in his brain.
SAVING AND DUPLICATING INTRUDERāS INFORMATION
Simon felt like something was off. It felt like he was being scanned deeply, and then suddenly, he felt himself falling into darkness. It was like falling into an endless pit of obscurity, and he couldnāt grab onto anything to stop his fall.
INTRUDERāS INFORMATION SCANNED AND SAVEDā¦ STARTING ASSIMILATIONā¦
Simon stood in darkness, hearing Alexaās voice but unable to move or react. He was frozen in time and floating in a dark place. Suddenly, right in front of him, he saw a bright, intense, and warming light. From all around, he saw movie clips floating toward it, merging together, making it grow bigger and stronger. Simon was forced to watch these clips until one caught his attention. It was a memory of himself and Michael playing Mario Kart. Simon remembered this night perfectly because it was when he realized Michael was a true friend, and he was happy and thankful to have him in his life. But it was strange because in his memories, he was on the right side of the sofa, not the left. It was as if the memory was mirrored. Thatās when he realized.
āWait, why am I watching myself playing Mario Kart in this clip? I should be looking at Michael, not myself!ā
Simon panicked and tried to find another clip, only to see once again himself in front of his eyes, not Michael. Now he understood. Simon was not looking at his memories but Michaelās.
āALEXA, STOP, PLEASE!ā Simon screamed, but nothing happened. Instead, more and more movie clips merged in front of his eyes until the last one was Michael downloading the new version of Alexa called āIntruder Protection Programā in his room. Simon screamed as loud as he could, only to be cut short by Alexa once again.
ASSIMILATION DONEā¦
In the outside world, all the cables unplugged themselves and unknotted from Simonās ankles and wrists.
Simonās body lay sweaty and naked on the dirty floor for a couple of seconds before Alexa spoke once more.
INTRUDER PROTECTION PROGRAM TERMINATEDā¦ CAN I DO SOMETHING FOR YOU, MICHAEL?
Michael opened his eyes, and Simon watched, trapped inside his own brain, as his body betrayed him. He felt everything but couldnāt move anymore. He felt his body starting to blink before opening his mouth and speaking in a deeper voice, mimicking Michaelās.
āNah bro! Iām good. Thanks, Alexa!ā
With that, Michaelās body began to get up and realized he was naked. Worse, he was getting excited watching himself in the mirror.
āWell, guess I have to take care of you,ā he said, gripping his huge veined cock before spitting on it and starting to pleasure himself.
Simon was in hell. He felt everything and couldnāt do anything to stop his body and this new Michael personality. Then he felt his body tense up and prepare to explode. He grabbed one of the dirty underwear on the floor, smelled it, laughed a bit, and said āNoiceā before finishing himself in it. He then sat on the bed, the dirty jockstrap still stuck between his calloused hand and his hard cock.
The new Michael closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
TIME TO WAKE UP, MASTER, ITāS 8 AM, YOUāRE GONNA BE LATEā¦
Michael woke up with his dick still tucked inside the crusty jockstrap. He got up, looked at the time, and thanked Alexa. He looked around his bedroom to see what he was about to wear and only after 2 minutes of running naked did he realize he still had the jockstrap stuck to his cock. He laughed and grabbed it before putting it on. He then jumped into cargo sports shorts and a pair of well-used Nike socks before putting grabbing a red and white tank top under his arm and his favorite necklace.
As Michael left his bedroom, he screamed through the house.
āSimon bro, gonna be late, Iāll see you tonight!ā
Before leaving, he never realized that Simon was, in fact, stuck in his own head, screaming for this nightmare to stop and for him to be freed.
As Michael closed the door and jumped into his car, Alexa started again.
MICHAEL OUT OF HOUSEā¦ STARTING INTRUDER PROTECTION PROGRAMā¦
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Hey guys, here is the first story I've retrieved from my vault. You may have already read this one a couple of months ago, but unfortunately, it got lost over time. So, I decided to post it again after refining it a bit and adding new pictures kindly created by @tf-vigilante for this story. As always, let me know what you think of it, and feel free to leave a like, share, or send me a message if you want to talk about this story or anything else :)
Let me know if youād like to see a continuation of this story, as I have plans for Michael, Simon, and Alexa.
If you have any ideas or plots you'd like to discuss, feel free to send me an ask or a DM ;)
In the meantime, take care, and see you soon for more stories resurrected from my vault!
#male transformation#my writing#personality change#straight to gay#mental change#reality change#Alexa#digitized#machine tf#gay#Transformation story#nerd to jock#nerd to hunk#unwilling tf
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this isn't related to rgg at all but finding out you're also a fire emblem fan was great... first the mention of the ike figure then the insane por prices LMAO? i had no idea... what games have you played?
Back In My Day i was known as āthe eliwood/elihec guyā and on occasion The Ike Guy LOL but yeahā¦. Guilty as chargedā¦ā¦
As for the games ive played ive played Shadow Dragon (DS remake), Shadows of Valentia, and then FE6-FE3H + FEW (minus Heroes of Light and Shadow)
im an asshole for playing on authentic software hence why i skipped out on FE1-FE5 but maybe one day ill stop being annoying and pick them up on an emulator. Or IntSYS remakes them <- doubtful (well. The rest of the JP-exclusive games anyway lol)
#snap chats#FE is like my DQ honestly LMAO i love the games so much#thoā¦ cant say that nowadaysā¦ i havent played any of the new ones since FE3H#no particular reason aside from maybe not being too much of a fan of the art style#but i could just be a true geezer at heart and prefer the old pixel/portrait art of the 2000ās era#SoVās portrait art is gorgeous tho. that games SOOOO good berkutās still one of my fave antags to this day#oh but. in case you couldnt tell. FE7 was one of my faves to post for a while LMAO#it was the first game i got to play since my bro got it and let me play it#he also had sacred stones so i played that once i was done with FE7#then i played brawl and fell in love with ike. as in Big Sword And He Punches/Kicks People#soā¦.. i saved up to buy PoR and later Radiant Dawn (tho i got RD for. MUUUCH much cheaper)#and i mean i always thought marth was cute. And A Girl so when i was able to i got SD#not my favorite game ngl the cast was just. too huge and not memorable but i still love marth as a character#at some point i figured id try to play FE6 and bought a japanese copy (that i had ray chase sign actually)#the hit rate is fucking. ABYSMAL. and my JP was even worse than it is now BUT we got through it#the tellius games def have my fave cast and lore tho and i love the music. and Por do be on my baby the gamecube#and then i got awakening because my childhood bestie- who never played FE before- loved it a million so i figured why not#and then. My Insane Ass. she bought birthright and so of course i bought conquest#but then i heard about the removed features in the JP versions so i bought those and gave her my conquest copy#and then i paid her to homebrew my 3DS because I Am Stupid. so did i pay an obscene amount of money#to play Arguably the worst FE games Yes. but i got to use my ike amiibo so its ok :)#i love how i talk more bout fire emblem on my rgg blog than on my FE blog LMAO thats just how it be#but yeah those are my FE crimes thanks for listening LOL#i oughta cap it there i been talkin WAAAYYY too long LMAO
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HEART OF A WOMAN. fuckinā and arguing, fuckinā again. after you said we not fuckinā again, never say never, just say what it is.
07, CHAPTER SEVEN. WE COULD QUIT DELAYING.
ju speaks. rushed to get edit and post this for you guys before i go out tonight but hey, theyāre even i guessā¦ the love shown for this fic is UNMATCHED, i love you all. pairing. wnba!paige bueckers x fem!oc. warnings. sexual contentā¦ crash out p.
present day, june 2025.
paige: yo why you leave?
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you really just gon dip like that after everything i said to you?
read 11:12pm
i stare at the texts, the screen blurring for a second before i blink it back into focus. the strobe of my phone lights up the backseat of anaās car, where iām half-sprawled against the leather, her hand creeping up my thigh. my headās foggyānot drunk, but just tipsy enough to feel audacious. anaās lips skim along the side of my neck, hot and slow, and i donāt stop her, not at first.
i came straight to her job after i walked out of the game. i wasnāt gonna stay, pace the sidelines all night, pretend i wasnāt watching paige. pretend it didnāt eat me alive when i caught onto everything maya was telling me. showing me. so, i left. let paige have the last laugh (in her own eyes) while i drank my way through anaās shift.
paigeās texts must mean sheās just now picking up her phone. took her long enough. probably had to say goodbye to maya first. the thought burns, and my fingers tighten around my phone.
āmm,ā ana hums against my skin. it feels nice. āyouāre so tense.ā her fingers trace lazy circles against my inner thigh, lips grazing my jaw now.
i try to fall into it, but i scrunch my face up, pulling away slightly when my phone buzzes again.
paige: i know you saw ts
i do something? 11:14pm
bro answer the phone 11:17pm
i scoff, and anaās lips pause. she pulls back just enough to look at me, her eyebrow raised. āthat her?ā
i nod, tucking my bottom lip between my teeth. ākeep doing what youāre doing,ā i breathe out. she smiles, all thirty two showing as she places a kiss to my lips before dropping to her knees.
paige: where are you? 11:21pm
i donāt think about why thatās her next question, i just stubbornly type back something vague.
nailea: iām jusr out
paige: donāt play w me
out where?
who you with?
read 11:23pm
nailea: no one
read 11:24pm
i hear her tone through the screenāskeptical, irritated. i wait, expecting her to follow up with another question, but the screen stays stubbornly blank. no more bubbles, no texts.
i furrow my eyebrows, scrolling up the thread, reading her last messages again like iām missing something. did she give up that fast? doubtful. paige doesnāt give up. she digs in. especially when it comes to me.
anaās hands tug at the waistband of my shorts, and i lift my hips slightly, letting her pull them down. i yelp, smiling down at her when she pulls me closer to her mouth. my breath stutters as she kisses down low, everywhere but where i need her. she knows what sheās doing, and i almost let myself fully fall.
i almost let it go for the night.
almost.
and then i realizeāpaigeās last text, the one that asked who i was withāit didnāt feel like just a question. it felt like she knew something. sheās looking at my location.
i fumble with my phone, swiping through settings faster than iāve ever moved before. the notification pops up immediately after i flick the toggle to off.
iām probably only making her angrier. paige and i never stopped sharing our locations. not since high school when we werenāt even dating. no matter how bad the argument got, no matter how many times we called for a break up. i canāt find myself caring, though. iāll match her anger.
you stopped sharing your location with paige at 11:28pm
paige: oh
ššš
ight 11:28pm
imma ask you something 11:30pm
and istg nailea
she takes a moment to type, the text bubble going in and out, almost like sheās bracing herself for her own question. my head falls back against the seat, a shaky exhale escaping me as ana attaches her lips to my cunt, getting straight to work.
you with her?
i am. she knows i am. i donāt know why sheās asking.
nailea: why do you care?
paige: tf you mean why do i care?
are you with her?
somehow, the second ask makes me wanna be honest. the messier, the better. she deserves every ounce of what i throw back at her. my fingers hover over the keyboard, my head foggy from the drinks, from ana, from everything. i feel her pause for a second before her mouth returns to me, a measured dip of her tongue that drags the answer right out of me.
nailea: yuppp
she fucks me sioooo good p
couldāve been you tn
but iām done
paige: no youāre not bro donāt say shit like that 11:34pm
call me so we can talk? 11:36pm
please baby
nailea: talk? like you talked w maya?
nahhhh iām good
i know everything
you want her. go have her
paige: nai what the fuck did she tell you? 11:37pm
the part of me that knows better says to put the phone down, but the other partāthe one paige always has a hold onācanāt resist. i need her to know what i know. i stare at the messages, my heart twisting in ways i wish it wouldnāt. the denial, the deflectionāitās textbook paige. sheāll never admit it. itās not enough. itās never enough.
paige: i told you how i felt
you KNOW how i feel about you???
you think iād lie about that?
donāt let her mess us up
yes, i do. because you lie about fucking everything.
nailea: you tell maya you love her too?
btw her jeans? unzipped
i think i get the picture
a minute passed. two. three. i screw my eyes shut at the silent confirmation. she really did it, didnāt she?
paige: call me 11:41pm
my stomach drops, but iām too far gone to care. anaās hands grip me tighter, and i canāt tell if itās to keep me grounded or to remind me that sheās the one here, not paige.
i drop the phone, letting it clatter to the seat, paigeās messages lighting up the screen like a flashing red light i refuse to acknowledge. anaās name falls from my lips now, i let my hand fall into her curls, gripping her hair tighter, letting the anger burn out through her.
āthere she is.ā
i forget about everything else.
the beach looks perfect tonight, though iām sure cam planned her and benās pre-wedding bonfire down to a tee. the weather, the crowdāeverythingās falling into place. iām happy for her. the fire crackles, sending out occasional pops, and people are lounging on blankets around it, standing, chatting in groups, soaking in the warmth as the sun dips below the horizon. itās almost like a little piece of paradise.
i force myself to be in the moment, even though my mind keeps drifting back to the mess iāve been trying to avoid for the past week, nearly two. paige. iāve been dodging her calls and texts, shutting down every attempt sheās made to get me to talk.
iāve been doing a fairly great job at it. dodging maya, too. but i spotted them near the pier, paige leaned against the railing, maya going off about something the blonde looks like she doesnāt wanna hear, and iām right back in it. i furrow my eyebrows, as if squinting hard enough will help me lip-read whatever mayaās laying on her. but i canāt. and itās infuriating.
oh, and ana? somewhere behind me, i think. i brought her hereālike an idiot. i thought itād help me focus, distract me from paige, but now iām just starting to think it mightāve been a mistake.
āā¦youāve outdone yourself. as usual,ā rae says, and i snap my head back over to the conversation in front of me. i take a sip of my cocktail, the condensation dripping onto my fingers.
cam grins, brushing imaginary dust of her shoulders. āben and i wanted something with everyone since the wedding will be a little smaller.ā
i murmur my agreement as i take another drink, and iām so lost in thought that i donāt notice rickea until she loops an arm through mine, dragging me away.
āhey, back,ā i tease, waving away at rae and cam who didnāt seem to mind.
she leans in close, the smell of her coconut lotion wafting as she speaks just loud enough for me to hear. āyou wanna tell me why ana is here?ā
i shrug, and my eyes scan over the crowd until i finally spot ana by the cocktail bar. too far away. sheās been out of my sight for too long.
ādamage control,ā i reply, though the explanation feels like a flimsy excuse the second it leaves my lips.
rickea lets out a disbelieving laugh, tugging me a little farther from the group, out of earshot. āyou mean paige control?ā
the words hit harder than i expect, even in jest. my grip tightens around the glass, nails trying to dig into it. āsheās fine,ā i say, but it sounds like iām trying to convince myself of it.
kea tilts her head, eyes narrowing in that way she does when sheās reading you too closely. āsure she is,ā she says, dragging the words out. her gaze shifts past me to the pier, where paige and mayaās conversation seems to have escalated. maya gestures wildly, while paige stands still, her jaw tight.
āitās not my problem anymore,ā i tell her flatly.
rickea stops in front of me, unliking our arms to cross her own, but the smirk stays. āmm-hmm. and ana being here has nothing to do with reminding paige of that, right?ā
i nod. āright.ā
the lie tastes bitter. because even if itās trueāif ana being here isnāt just about paigeāit doesnāt feel that way. not when i feel the same sting of her actions thatās lingered all for nearly two weeks.
rickea studies me for a moment, her smirk morphing into something almost sympathetic, but she doesnāt press further.
āletās just get you another drink. at the cocktail bar. where ana is.ā she speaks in periods, and i shake my head, ultimately agreeing.
i let her pull me along, glancing back one more time at the pier where paige and maya stand like two actors in a scene i donāt want to watch. i catch a familiar set of blue hues already looking my way. anaās name is still somewhere on my tongue, but itās the wrong one, isnāt it?
the sunās fully set now. most people are starting to head towards the house cam had reserved for the night for dinner and games sheād carefully curated. i canāt focus on the bonfire, on the mounds of people who would probably love to talk to me, or the stupidly perfect weather.
sheās over there, somewhere, and i canāt shake the feeling that sheās watching me, even though i know iām not the one sheās looking at tonight. or at least not the only one.
not with ana here.
i push down the knot tightening in my chest and glance back toward the pier, where maya stormed off to just a few minutes ago. our conversation keeps replaying in my head, and every time it pops back up, it only makes me angrier.
āyouāre not being honest with me,ā maya had snapped, almost like she was sick of holding it in, and also like she was trying to keep it from carrying to anyone nearby.
āwhat the hell are you talking about?ā iād asked, leaning against the pier railing. iād agreed to come over here to talk, and iām starting to regret it. i didnāt want to be over here.
she gestured vaguely, her face flushed with every ounce of anger she carried. āyou know exactly what i mean. you keep dancing around it like iām stupid! like i donāt see whatās going on between you and nai.ā
my stomach had dropped, but i didnāt let it show. āthereās nothing going on, bro.ā
maya had then laughed bitterly, shaking her head. āright. thatās why you walked out on me at halftime to go looking for her, huh? thatās why she keeps giving you the cold shoulder every time youāre in the same room.ā
she was grasping, but i couldnāt deny that sheād hit too close to home. āyouāre imagining things,ā i muttered, pushing off the railing, ready to end the conversation.
but then sheād stepped in front of me, her voice lowering. i looked down at her, quirking a brow. āno, iām not. and you wanna know how i know?ā she paused, waiting, and when i didnāt answer, she leaned in just enough to whisper, āi unzipped my pants on purpose.ā
those words are still ringing in my ears.
nai walked out on me, angry and hurt, and nothing iāve said since has convinced her otherwise. now iām stuck here, catching hell for a mess i didnāt create. i wasnāt sure where it left maya and i, but it was wholeheartedly the last thing on my mind before i left.
i donāt even remember what i said after thatāprobably something defensive, because i didnāt want to believe it. maya had smirked, though, like she knew sheād hit her mark. āyou canāt keep playing both sides, paige. someone was gonna call your bluff.ā
i spot nai near the bonfire, rickea by her side. sheās wearing this long, heather grey skims dress that hugs her hips just right. she looks good. too good. sheās laughing, her head tilting back just a little, her hand brushing her hair out of her face, and for a second, itās like none of it happened.
but i know her. i know the way her fingers curl just a little tighter around her drink when sheās tense, the way her laugh comes too quick, like sheās trying to convince herself sheās having fun. i know the way sheās avoiding looking at me. sheās pretending, and it pisses me off.
but then thereās ana. sheās standing by the cocktail bar, her long legs crossed casually as someone i donāt recognize talks her ear off. sheās everything nai probably thinks she needs right now, and i hate her for it.
ana doesnāt flinch when i slide into the space between her and.. whoever. she just glances at me, taking a slow sip from her drink before setting it down. her smile doesnāt falter, even as her eyes narrow, her stance shifting just enough to face me fully.
āwell, if it isnāt the infamous ex,ā she announces. somehow, the word ex makes everything remotely cordial i was gonna say fly out the window. āyou always this bold, or is tonight special?ā
i lean against the bar, letting the corner of my mouth tug into a smirk. ādepends whoās askinā.ā i glance down, then back up at her. ābut you? youāre nothinā special.ā
she laughs, a cocky one, like iām exactly where she wanted me. āyouāre cute,ā she says, tilting her head. ābut you donāt scare me, paige.ā
i furrow my eyebrows, but it doesnāt match the curve of my lips. āscare you?ā i chuckle, letting the words roll off my tongue slow. ānah, i aināt tryna scare you. just makinā sure you know your place.ā
her eyebrows raise. āand what place is that?ā
āsecond,ā i say easily, adding a shrug to the jab too. āalways second. ācause you aināt got her like i do.ā
ana leans closer, her voice dropping to match mine. āyou sure about that? ācause right now it looks like you donāt got her at all.ā
alright.
the words hit where she wanted them to, but i donāt flinch. instead, i lean in just a little closer, my smirk widening. āyou think youāve got her? think sheās moved on?ā i shake my head, glancing away from her, as if the ocean is more interesting than this conversation. āsheāll always come back to me, ana. youāre just a pit stop.ā
ana doesnāt break eye contact, her smile tight now, but before she can respond, naiās voice interrupts.
āana.ā
we both turn, and there she is, standing a few feet away, her jaw clenched, eyes not sure where to land, me or her. she ditched her drink, and i look to where rickea is, holding two glasses, and giving me a look like she knows what iām stirring. i jerk my head up in her direction, as if to say, āwhatās up?ā
ana steps back immediately, her smile returning like itās on autopilot. āright here, babe,ā she says, moving toward her.
since when is she on babe status? was that another line to get under my skin? it worked.
nai doesnāt even look at me as she grabs anaās arm, her fingers wrapping tight around her wrist. āletās go.ā
i canāt help myself. āwhat, no hello for me?ā i call out, my voice etched with mock innocence.
nai freezes, her back stiffening before she slowly turns her head toward me. she looks like like sheās trying too hard not to give me anything. āyouāre good at one thing, paige,ā she says, her tone clipped, like sheās dismissing our talk as soon as it started.
i raise an eyebrow, my smirk deepening. āwhatās that?ā
āmaking a mess,ā she spits, before yanking ana along without waiting for a response.
i watch them walk away up towards the beach house, and when iām sure she wonāt turn around, i turn towards the bar, stroking my chin.
āanother, please.ā
the beach feels different at night, quieter in a way that makes everything louder in my head. the waves roll in and out, and the moon is bright enough for me to see out. it should be peaceful, but itās not.
everyoneās still inside, but after i told cam what happened, she offered me two blankets and a bottle of tequila to clear my head, and i, for one, wouldnāt turn it down. i can hear everyoneās laughter, the music. i couldnāt stay there any longer, let paige stare like she still had access to me.
i dig my fingers into the sand, cool and grainy against my skin, trying to ground myself. it doesnāt work. my thoughts are too loud, too messy, tumbling over each other in a tangle i canāt unravel.
i hear the soft crunch of footsteps on the sand. a pause. then her voice.
ānai?ā
i donāt turn around right away, because i already know itās her. paige. she sounds hesitant, like sheās not sure if iāll even let her talk. maybe sheās hoping iāll stay quiet instead.
āwhat are you doing out here?ā she asks, a little too casually.
i finally glance over my shoulder, meeting her eyes for the first time since i stopped her antics by the bar. sheās standing there, a few feet away, her hands shoved in the pockets of her blue jeans, shoulders hunched like sheās trying to make herself smaller. i almost feel sorry for her. almost.
when i donāt respond, she asks another question. āwhereās ana?ā she takes a seat next to me, and the blanketās large enough for the two of us. almost like itās fate again. she wants to know. sheās still jealous, and i can feel the weight of that jealousy in the way she says it. the way she looks at me. like sheās waiting for me to tell her something she doesnāt want to hear.
āshe left,ā i say, not bothering to explain further. i donāt owe her that. ana has work in the morning, and i wasnāt gonna keep her here any longer as my rebound toy. not while i was already feeling bad about it.
paige exhales, and i hear the relief and frustration in it before she bites down on her lip. she looks down at the ground for a second, like sheās working up the courage to say whatās really on her mind. ālook, about earlierā¦ iām sorry. shouldnātāve been bickering with your girl like that.ā
i finally turn to look at her. āsheās not my girl.ā her lips twitch, like sheās trying not to smile, and it sets something off in me. āthat all youāve gotta apologize for?ā
she shifts, close enough that her knee brushes against mine. āthatās not what happened with maya.ā
ādonāt,ā i say, shaking my head as i look away. ādonāt sit here and lie to my face.ā
āiām not lyinā, nai,ā she defends, leaning forward, trying to catch my eye. sheās almost pleading for me to believe her. āyou think iād do that to you? again?ā
āuh? you want me to tell the truth?ā i spit, and those seven words shut her right up. āi know. i saw it. her pants were unzipped. she was smiling at me like she got what she wanted. what the fuck am i supposed to believe?ā
āme!ā paige runs a hand down her face. āmeā¦ for once.ā
silence. the kind i hate.
āyouāre never gonna trust me, are you?ā
āno,ā i mutter under my breath, closing my eyes for a second, like that might stop the storm brewing inside me. but it doesnāt. it makes it worse. i hate how sheās still able to pull at me like this, how she knows exactly how to get under my skin, how she knows how to feel like home in a way no one else does.
but most importantly, i hate that she can do all these things, make me feel all these things, and still not be a better person for me.
she flinches like iāve struck her, but she doesnāt back down. āyou think you can trust her? ana? you donāt even know her.ā
i scoff. āand you wanna argue with me about trust?ā i snap, turning to face her fully now. it takes a lot of effort to not yell.
she shakes her head, exhaling slowly. āi donāt wanna argue at all, ma. just wanna have you.ā
ājust wanna have you.ā
the words leave my mouth before i can stop them, and i hate how badly i need her to believe me. it shouldnāt have had to be like this. i donāt want to say it, but i know itās true. everything else can wait. itās her. itās always been her. i just need her to hear me, to feel meābecause she hasnāt let me show her anything in too long.
nai looks at me, her eyes softening just enough, and i can see the battle inside herāsheās pissed, but sheās still here. when her lips meet mine, itās like everything iāve been holding back for the last week and a half explodes. i sink into her, tasting the tequila in her kiss. everything about this feels wrong, but it feels right too. sheās still here, still letting me touch her.
she pulls back just enough to look at me, her eyes narrowed but warm. vulnerable. itās a look i know all too well, one i never wanted to see again, but somehow, iām grateful for it. i hate how much iāve hurt her, how much iāve fucked this up, but iāll be damned if i let her walk away without trying.
āwhat can i do to make you believe me?ā i ask, my voice cracking just a little. thereās desperation there, but thereās also hopeāhope i shouldnāt have, but i canāt help it.
āexplain,ā she whispers, barely audible, her lips still swollen from our kiss.
i donāt even have to think about it. the words spill out like iād been waiting for the change. āmaya knows. sheāsā¦ she tried something out, tested you to see if it was true. she knew i was lying to her about us. i didnātāi didnāt want that to happen. not like that.ā
her eyes search mine, like sheās trying to read through me, and it makes me want to break. shit, sheās so close. her body is almost against mine, and the urge to touch her is too much to ignore. before i can stop myself, my lips are trailing down her neck, tasting the skin there, trying to get closer, to make her feel how much i need her to understand.
āi didnāt touch her,ā i mutter against her skin, my hands finding their way under her dress, fingertips grazing her hips. āi swear, nai. youāre it. youāre all i want.ā
the words are coming faster now, and everything about herāher scent, the way her skin feels beneath my fingers, the way her breath hitches as i kiss lowerāitās too much. i donāt know if iām trying to make her believe me or if iām just trying to keep her here, to keep her from leaving me again.
i look up at her, my lips just inches from her own, and i can see the hesitation, the fight still in her eyes, but itās softer now. sheās softening, letting me in.
āi shouldnāt have made you doubt that,ā i whisper, my breath hot against her ear as i lean in closer. i can feel her body trembling under my touch, and it drives me wild. fuck, iām so close to losing it.
and then iām kissing her again, this time deeper, more messy. i donāt have time for any more words. all i need is this. her. me and her.
before i know it, sheās guiding me down, her hands threading through my hair as she pulls me closer. she doesnāt say anything more, but i donāt need her to. i can feel itāthe way her body moves against mine, the way she breathes my name like itās the only thing that matters.
and then iām all the way down in front of her, looking up into her eyes, feeling her breath catch. sheās so fucking beautiful. i donāt care about anything else. just the way she looks at me, like iām everything she needs, like iām the only thing that matters.
āfuck,ā i murmur, my hands moving up her thighs as i hike her dress up over her hips. i hear her let out a soft gasp as my lips drag over her stomach, leaving kisses in its wake. my fingers hook into the band of her panties, and i look back up at her for confirmation that this is okay.
sheās lost in it, finding my eyes once i stop. i give her a smirk, and she rolls her eyes. āyes, paige.ā
ātell me you want it.ā
āso badly,ā she retorts.
i move more of the grey fabric out of the way before i drop my head again. she spreads her legs further, just enough for me to dip my tongue in between her folds, and sure enough, sheās wet already.
i wrap both of my hands around her thighs, veins poking through from the grip as i pull her closer to my mouth. i suck a little harder, lapping up her juices and pushing it right back in.
she arches her back, indicating iām doing something right. āfeel good?ā i mumble, and she meets my eyes, nodding rapidly. i chuckle against her, teeth grazing her cunt, and she jolts.
āshit, paige. donāt do that,ā she scolds.
āwhy not?ā i stick my tongue out again, swiping it through her folds slowly before sucking her clit into my mouth. her head falls back, jaw open to let out some whiny, pornographic moan, like sheād been holding it in.
āgonna make me cāhaāome quicker.ā
when i slide a finger in, she tenses up a little, body rising to the sky, not expecting the stretch. ārelax, i got you,ā i chastised her, diving back in to mouth at her clit. her moans are like music i never wanna turn off, and iām enjoying myself way too much to think i couldnāt do this for the rest of my damn life.
āpaige,ā she gasps, biting down on her lip in attempt to refrain from being too loud. i donāt want that. i wanna hear her. my name falls from her lips in a breathless moan, and i groan.
āsay my name again,ā i purr, finger curling inside her like itāll drag it right out. āi love hearing it, baby.ā
āmm, paigeeeee.ā she drags it out purposefully. it makes me smile.
she quickly grinds against my face, hand in my hair pushing me in further. deeper. i place my free hand on her stomach, pushing her dress up as it travels higher, right over one of her tits. she wasnāt wearing a bra.
i groan against her again, continuing my assault on her clit. āyou taste so good, nai. so fuckinā good.ā i feel her dripping from my mouth, out her hole, and i know sheās closer to the edge, closer to soaking this blanket up.
she brings her hand up to her chest, embracing her own with mine, adding just enough pressure in the way she likes. ājust like that,ā she breathed. i added another finger that slid in with no problem, making her yelp out, tightening her grip on my scalp.
āso close, p. just like that,ā she repeats.
with one quick curl and movement, i can tell the tension she feels building up in her stomach. i remove my hand from her breast, using it to keep her legs open as she lets go. she repeats my name over and over again. it sounds like sin on tongue.
i stare at her in awe as she finishes on my fingers. they catch most of it, and i dip my head down to taste that too as she falls back completely, chest heaving, dress disheveled.
i give her a moment before i move back up. she stays there, out of breath, not moving once. i place a wet kiss to her lips, and she winces at the sensation, pushing my head away.
āgross!ā
i laugh, and my chest warms at her smile, even through the dark. āyou were right, you know,ā i finally say, leaning to sit up on my elbow, like i didnāt just wreck this girl.
she rolls her eyes. āi always am. about what, though?ā
āābout me being good at making a mess.ā
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