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NSFW Alphabet - Daniel Markowitz

Masterlist | Fred Hechinger Characters Masterlist

Daniel Markowitz x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Mentions of: Sex, Cum, Sex Positions, Masturbation, Kinks, Oral (male and fem receiving), Toys, Watching Porn, and probably way more, afab reader

Word Count: 2815

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Danny is the sweetest after sex, really. Running to grab you anything you need or want. He’ll help you clean up, he’ll offer you one of his dirty (he tries to find the cleanest one) shirts off for the pile on his floor along with your panties and give you a small kiss on the head before he leaves in his boxers and comes back with an armful of snacks and drinks. He’ll put on soft music and hold you close while you both laugh with each other eating his latest snack hyper fixation (right now it’s the pretzels he got from his grandma).

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Danny will never admit it to anyone but his favorite body part on himself happens to be his hands. He claims he can’t do anything with his hands, but that's a lie. He’s amazing at gaming, those fingers will move across a keyboard and controller gracefully… but, he also is really good at pleasing you with his hands. Slowly running them up and down your body, slowly squeezing your hips and waist, slowly running them over your thighs… Danny is just always touching you with his hands and it honestly is a huge turn on for you. When it comes to his favorite body part of yours, Danny happens to love your entire body but if he really really had to choose just one it would probably be your thighs. He loves running his fingers and hands up and down your thighs while you’re riding him, he loves to grab your thighs and pull you closer to him, he definitely loves to bury his head between your thighs… he is a thigh guy, through and through.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Danny really likes to cum inside of you. And, when you finally get off of him and he sees both his cum and yours trickling down your thighs? Yeah, that makes him ready for another round or two or three. He just loves claiming you and seeing that shit really makes him fold in half. He actually really just likes it when any of his cum gets on your body, too. He’s just… obsessed with claiming you (cumming on your body), I guess you could say.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

Danny used to have fantasies about you before you started dating. You two started out as friends and got closer and closer before you just started dating. But, when you were friends he would daydream about you, he would have so many sexual thoughts about you and he would have some occasional wet dreams about you, too. He couldn’t help it, he was a little whipped over the pretty and funny girl that he was lucky enough to call his friend. And, well, now that he calls that same pretty and funny girl his girlfriend? Those thoughts definitely are still there.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

Seeing as how you and Danny met in high school and started dating roughly after graduation, it’s safe to say that he has had some other sexual partners in the past but that doesn’t really mean he’s the most experienced. If we’re being honest, most of his experience comes from watching porn on late nights while rubbing one out but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He definitely knows what he has and how to use it, being sure to please you as much as he possibly can each and every time. In his mind, it doesn’t matter how much experience or practice you’ve had, it’s how you perform and that truly shows for him.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying):

Danny’s favorite position is cowgirl, honestly. He just loves it when you’re on top, when you’re riding him, when you’re using him to please yourself. He loves to see your face contorted in pleasure as soft moans and whines escape your lips. Sometimes you two just have full on conversations while in that position too, like. You’ll just take your seat and talk about your day while his hands grip your hips, helping you move up and down. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc):

Danny cannot take anything seriously to save his life. He is literally a goofball that will do anything and everything with humor. He will make small jokes here and there while you are having sex and he will just be sure to show you his true self always. He usually will sit on your couch and pat his lap gently with some stupid line like “your seat is waiting.” In between the kisses on your neck and chest he will also just start laughing into your skin (it tickles) because he’ll be thinking of some stupid joke he said weeks ago. And when he tells you the joke, shocker, it’s not really very funny at all but, hey, he’s laughing and tickling you so you’re laughing and he’s counting that as a win!

H = Hair (how groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc):

Danny really doesn’t groom himself down there much, if at all. Occasionally he will trim it up and keep it nice and neat but honestly, he really likes it to be all natural as much as he can. That stands true for pretty much all the hair on his body (really, you’re never seen him get a haircut in your life), but his little happy trail and slight stubble that sits on his lower stomach is actually what makes you drool. (No, like, when you ride him… sometimes the hair from his happy trail will rub up against your clit and make it all the more enjoyable for you). Danny just happens to really like to be all natural with his hair and that’s something you really enjoy about him. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Danny really always tries to make sure you feel loved and respected whenever you two have sex. Whether it be simple little kisses on your neck and chest, simple kisses on your lips, or just constant little murmurs of “I love you” from him… Danny will make sure that you feel loved and cared for as much as he can. Yeah, you’ll occasionally have sex and just talk during it but even then he’s listening to you, nodding along to what you say while still whispering how much he loves you in your ear.

J = Jack Off (masturbating):

Danny will masturbate, especially if you aren’t around. He did it more when he watched more porn (which was before you two started dating), but occasionally he will still rub one out here and there if he’s feeling super horny and you’re not there (like when you’re on a little work trip or vacation). But, if Danny had the choice he would pick the real thing: sex with you over masturbating by himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Praise kink. Danny definitely has a praise kink. Hearing you tell him he’s being such a good boy, taking it so well, making such pretty noises for you… yeah, that shit makes him crumble. All he wants to do is please you and make sure you’re content so when he knows he’s doing that, it’s so rewarding for him. He also has some very deep rooted mommy issues, and so he has a slight mommy kink as well that goes hand in hand with the praise kink. There has been one time where he accidentally said mommy in bed and when you didn’t laugh at him or belittle him, he fell harder for you. 

L = Location (their favorite places to do the do):

Danny enjoys being pretty basic and having sex standardly in his own bed. If at your apartment, he also loves to take you on the couch but that’s really just because he loves when you’re on top and leaning over to give him kisses while you’re riding him. There was one instant, though, where you two had sex in the back of his car and that still lives in his brain rent free. You were driving together to some date night and he ended up getting lost, pulling over in an empty parking lot really late at night and you two just started making out as a date instead. One thing led to another and you were riding him in the back seat of his car while still pretty much fully clothed. (He really wants to do that again, just say the word and he will).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): 

You wearing Danny’s clothes really gets him turned on. Whether it be that stupid ripped black sweater you throw on when you’re cold, whether it be one of his stupid graphic tees; it literally doesn’t matter. When he sees you in his clothing it’s like something inside of him snaps, he feels so possessive that he just wants to pull you into his lap and take you while you’re still in his clothes. 

N = No (something that wouldn’t do, turn offs):

There isn’t really much Danny won’t do in bed, especially if you ask him to. He tries to try anything he thinks you or him may enjoy. But, after trying it once he will not choke you in bed. He doesn’t know why it’s just, not something that he likes. Deep down he’s scared that he’ll hurt you in some way or form so he opts to just not do it. (He prefers to spank you and slap your ass anyways).

O = Oral (preference in giving, receiving, skills, etc):

Danny really likes to go down on you. He loves giving, he loves living between your thighs while you moan and groan above him, pulling on his hair constantly. Yeah, he loves when you get on top of him and take a ride but if you gave him the chance, every single round of sex would involve him going down on you at least once. Danny just loves to know he’s making you feel good, he loves to feel your thighs tighten around his head, he loves the sting of your fingers curling around his hair and tugging at the soft and messy locks… he just adores it. His hair is always a mess, everyone knows that, but when his hair is a mess from your fingers running through them while he's going to town on you? My god, that makes him hard all over again.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc):

Danny actually really likes to take it slow when having sex (unless you’re in a time crunch). He would rather spend the time talking to you, running his hands over your body and just… take his time loving you. He absolutely loves being with you and close to you and taking his time with you makes sure that you know how much he cares for you and loves you. The soft kisses, the small gasps, the tight squeezes on your hips; yeah, all of that is what Danny lives for so he’s going to keep it slow and soft because of that.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc):

Sign Danny up for any and all quickies with you. Even if it’s just a makeout session that ends in a blowjob or him going down on you, yeah, he’s here for it. The quickies on the couch at your apartment before you have to go to dinner together are really his favorite because you have dinner with his parents and grandma every Sunday at 5pm, so every Sunday at 4:30pm you are on the couch at your apartment, giving him a little bit of a ride. You have never once been late to family dinner, though! At least, not yet…

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc):

Danny is not a huge risk taker, if we’re being honest. On occasion he will be down to try a new position or experiment slightly in bed but very rarely does he initiate anything like that… usually it’s you coming to him with those suggestions and ideas. He will, however, take the risk to have sex in the back of his car again, if you want; no seriously, he’s begging you. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

Danny could probably go for two rounds if you wanted. But, to him, the amount of rounds you have at a time doesn’t matter because of how he is as a lover and in bed. If going two rounds, he makes sure that one of those rounds involves him going down on you before you two actually have sex together (and, you’re not complaining). If you want to have sex with Danny, though, just say the word and he will make himself ready for you. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?):

Danny has some toys but only because he wanted to try them out. He has a vibrator that he got for you and while it’s a cool and fun little difference in the bedroom, it’s not really something that comes out all the time. He’s seen his fair share of porn with toys but most times he thinks it’s so fake that he’d rather just enjoy your company and be in the moment with just you and him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Danny doesn’t really tease you too much, and if he does… it’s usually an accident. He just loves to have his hands on your body and his hands on you, and most times, his wandering hands will be a bit teasing in nature whether that’s something he meant to do or not. When you’re having dinner with his family at his grandma’s house, he sits next to you with his left hand always on your thigh under the table, rubbing soft and sensual circles along the skin (or fabric) there. He never means to do it on purpose, his hands just seem to always have to be moving and fidgeting with something and most times that something just happens to be you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc):

Danny is so pathetic in bed; he’s so loud and whiny (and needy). Any small touch from you, any small movement, he is gasping and moaning a little louder than he intended to. It’s really funny, actually, because you’ve seen him ramble on and on before and when it comes to having sex together, all of his words fail him and he’s left speechless… just some gasps and whines as he begs for you to keep going. 

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for them):

Danny is a huge gamer, he loves to play on his Xbox, he loves stupid online games and even occasionally loves to stream for the solid 5 people that’ll watch him. He loves when you sit in his lap while he plays on the Xbox. You’ll snuggle against his chest, reading a book or scrolling through your phone while his arms are wrapped around you, resting happily on your boobs as his fingers move across the gaming controller with ease.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Danny is pretty average in length but has some girth to him with a slight and small curve as well. He’s slightly veiny as well (especially when hard) and those veins definitely feel like heaven.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive):

Danny is so so so horny like all the time. He’s a horny little gremlin, but really only when you’re around. He just loves to be close to you and hold you and kiss you and if sex happens from that (it usually does) then that’s okay with him! He really just wants to be as close to you as often as he can, and what’s closer than being inside of you?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Danny definitely would fall asleep instantly after sex if it wasn’t for his snack breaks with you. On occasion, he will just snuggle up next to you and fall asleep, snoring in your ear while his head rests on your shoulder. And, while the snoring may be a tiny bit annoying, he’s just so cute as he lays there and snores all snuggled up next to you. (He wakes up later and swears he wasn’t snoring but he was, he definitely was).

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SUMMER CAMP CELEBRATION | JASON HOCHBERG | HEAD COUNSELOR

summary: Jason's summer camp headcanons

okay guys I know we know he's a counselor, but i feel like we don't get to see that much of it in the movie

Why he wants to work at summer camp: For Jason, summer camp isn't just a job; it's a way of life. He practically bleeds camp spirit. Having spent his formative years as a camper and now returning for his sixth year as a counselor (and finally Head Counselor!), he sees it as his summer home and his chance to create the same magical experiences for a new generation of kids that he cherished. He genuinely loves the outdoors, the camaraderie, and the unique bonds formed at camp.

Camp Nickname and How He Got It: "Chief." It's a respectful and affectionate nickname earned over his many years of dedication and leadership at Camp Pineway. It signifies his experience, his role as Head Counselor, and the campers' (and fellow counselors') trust in him. He wears it with a warm smile and a sense of pride.

How He Works with Children: Jason is fantastic with kids. He's energetic, patient, and genuinely interested in their well-being and their camp experience. He remembers what it was like to be a camper and uses that empathy to connect with them. He's great at leading activities, resolving minor conflicts with fairness and understanding, and fostering a sense of community within his groups. He's the counselor the kids look up to and feel comfortable confiding in.

How Your Romance Blooms: It likely blossoms from a shared passion for camp and working with kids. Maybe you're a fellow counselor who admires his dedication and enthusiasm. You might bond over late-night staff meetings planning activities, sharing stories around the campfire, or working together to overcome a particularly challenging camper situation. He's probably a natural leader, but he also values your input and treats you as an equal. He might invite you on early morning hikes to watch the sunrise over the lake or share his favorite camp traditions with you. His genuine warmth and love for camp are infectious, and you find yourself drawn to his kind heart and unwavering positive attitude. The romance grows amidst the backdrop of campfires, singalongs, and the shared joy of making summer memories for the kids.

His Cabin: As Head Counselor, he might oversee a cabin of older, more experienced campers who often serve as junior leaders for the younger groups. "The Pioneers" cabin under his guidance is likely well-organized but also full of fun and a strong sense of responsibility. He encourages teamwork and mentorship within his cabin.

His Go-To Camp Activity: Anything that gets everyone involved and fosters a sense of adventure. Leading the overnight camping trips, organizing the camp-wide Olympics, and telling captivating stories around the campfire are his specialties. He has a knack for making even the simplest activities feel exciting and meaningful.

Camp Pranks: Jason appreciates a good, clean camp prank that brings everyone together for a laugh. He might even orchestrate some of the more elaborate (but harmless) ones, ensuring everyone is in on the fun and no one gets genuinely upset. He sees pranks as a way to build camaraderie and create lasting memories.

Campfire Songs: He knows every single camp song by heart and sings them with gusto and enthusiasm. He's the one leading the rounds, teaching the new campers the words, and making sure everyone feels included in the singalong. He believes campfire songs are an essential part of the camp experience.

Dealing with Homesickness: Jason is incredibly empathetic and proactive when it comes to homesick campers. He has a wealth of strategies he's learned over the years – from one-on-one talks and finding engaging activities to writing letters home and pairing them up with more seasoned campers. He makes it his mission to ensure every child feels safe, supported, and happy at Camp Hemlock.

His Uniform: He wears the camp uniform with pride, often sporting a well-worn camp hat and maybe a few patches from previous years. He embodies the camp spirit in his attire and his demeanor. He might even have a favorite camp t-shirt that's seen better days but holds sentimental value.

His Hidden Talent: He's a fantastic storyteller, able to weave captivating tales around the campfire that both entertain and impart subtle life lessons. He can tailor his stories to any age group and has a knack for creating memorable characters and suspenseful plots. The campers (and you) always look forward to his campfire stories.

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SUMMER CAMP CELEBRATION | GARETH EMERSON | BARD OF THE WILDERNESS

because y'all can't convince me that he's not gonna DM at summer camp

Why he wants to work at summer camp:

Honestly, it's probably a way to escape the mundane and immerse himself in a world of his own making, even if it's tangentially related to supervising children. He likely sees the potential for epic D&D campaigns under the stars, the chance to share his passion for fantasy and music with a captive audience (the campers), and maybe even find some like-minded individuals. Plus, the idea of being a figure of authority (even a small one) might appeal to his somewhat intense personality.

Camp Nickname and How He Got It:

"The Bard." It was likely bestowed upon him by the campers (or maybe a fellow counselor who appreciates his dramatic flair) due to his passionate storytelling during D&D sessions and his tendency to break into impromptu air guitar solos or dramatic recitations of song lyrics. He probably embraces this nickname wholeheartedly, maybe even commissioning a (cardboard) lute.

How He Works with Children:

Gareth is surprisingly engaging with kids who share his interests. He can captivate them with his vivid storytelling and his ability to create immersive fantasy worlds during D&D. He's patient when explaining complex rules (as long as they're D&D rules) and encourages creativity and imagination. However, he might be less enthusiastic about traditional camp activities that don't involve dragons or epic quests. He's the counselor you go to if you want to learn how to roll a critical hit or need a dramatic monologue for the talent show.

How your Romance Blooms:

It could start with you being the only one who truly appreciates his passion for D&D or his taste in music. Maybe you join one of his campaigns and impress him with your strategic thinking or your ability to get into character. Perhaps you bond over late-night discussions about fantasy literature or the power of a truly epic guitar riff. He might start sharing his character ideas with you, seeking your input on his latest campaign, or even dedicating a (slightly off-key) song to you by the campfire. His intense gaze and dramatic pronouncements might initially seem a bit much, but you see the genuine passion and loyalty beneath the surface. The romance could blossom through shared adventures, both real and imagined, in the unique atmosphere of summer camp.

His Cabin:

He's likely in charge of the "Griffins" cabin, a group of campers who are either genuinely interested in fantasy or have been strategically placed there by the head counselor hoping Gareth's enthusiasm will be contagious. His cabin might be a bit cluttered with maps, dice, and homemade weaponry (foam, of course). His approach to cabin rules is probably centered around respecting the sanctity of game night and not interrupting a crucial plot point.

His Go-To Camp Activity:

D&D Club, obviously. He probably lobbied hard to make this an official camp activity. When not Dungeon Mastering, he might grudgingly participate in other activities, but he'll always find a way to relate it back to a fantasy trope or a heavy metal anthem. Archery becomes "slaying dragons from afar," and canoeing is "navigating treacherous waterways."

Camp Pranks:

Gareth's pranks would likely be elaborate and theatrical, possibly involving homemade costumes and dramatic storylines. Think a staged "monster attack" on another cabin or a "quest" that leads unsuspecting campers to a hidden stash of candy. He'd approach pranks with the same level of commitment he brings to his D&D campaigns.

Campfire Songs:

He has strong opinions about campfire songs. He'll tolerate the classics but will seize any opportunity to introduce the campers (and you) to the power ballads of the 80s or epic metal anthems (sung a cappella, with dramatic hand gestures). He might even rewrite the lyrics of traditional songs to be more fantasy-themed.

Dealing with Homesickness:

Gareth might approach homesickness by trying to immerse the camper in a captivating story or inviting them to join his D&D campaign, hoping to transport them to another world and distract them from their longing for home. He might also share stories of brave heroes overcoming adversity, subtly encouraging resilience.

His Uniform:

He'll wear the camp uniform, but with his own distinct flair. Think a band t-shirt underneath, maybe some fingerless gloves, and possibly a headband. He might even try to incorporate elements of fantasy attire into his look (a makeshift leather bracer, perhaps).

His Hidden Talent: He's actually a surprisingly talented artist, especially when it comes to drawing fantasy creatures and landscapes. His notebooks are filled with sketches of dragons, mythical beasts, and sprawling dungeons. He might hesitantly share his artwork with someone who appreciates his creative vision.

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FLUFF PROMPT

Board game nights where their competitive sides come out

WITH JASON PLS like late night after campers are all asleep board game session???? (If you so choose🥹)

Ok bye for now

FRIENDLY FIRE | JASON HOCHBERG

summary: you and Jason go head to head

The cabin was quiet, the only sounds the soft rustle of the pines outside and the rhythmic click, click, click of dice against wood. The rest of the camp was asleep, or at least, they were supposed to be. You and Jason, however, were wide awake, locked in a battle of wits and strategy. The game of choice tonight? Settlers of Catan.

Jason, usually the picture of slightly awkward, endearing camp counselor, was transformed. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his eyes narrowed with a competitive fire you hadn't quite seen before. He wasn't the Jason who struggled to connect with the teenage counselors; he was a cunning strategist, a ruthless negotiator, a force to be reckoned with.

"Okay, okay," he said, his voice low, a conspiratorial whisper in the stillness of the cabin. "I'll trade you two wheat for one ore."

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair. The single, dim lantern cast long shadows across the game board, highlighting the colorful resource cards in your hand. "Two wheat? Jason, you know I'm swimming in wheat. I need ore, badly, but not that badly."

He sighed dramatically, running a hand through his already slightly disheveled hair. "Fine, fine. One wheat for one ore. But that's my final offer."

You considered it for a moment, tapping a finger against your chin. The offer was tempting, but you knew you could squeeze a little more out of him. "Throw in a sheep, and you've got a deal."

Jason's eyes widened slightly. "A sheep? That's highway robbery!"

"It's called negotiation, Hochberg," you said with a smirk, a playful glint in your eyes. "And you know you want this settlement."

He groaned, but a small smile played on his lips. "Fine. One wheat, one ore, and one very valuable sheep. But if you beat me, I'm blaming this trade."

"Deal," you said, reaching across the table to shake his hand. His hand was warm, calloused slightly from camp work, and a strange thrill shot through you at the contact. You quickly pulled your hand back, focusing on the game.

The game continued, the tension building with each roll of the dice. Jason was a surprisingly formidable opponent, blocking your settlements, stealing your resources, and generally making your life difficult. But you were determined to win. You'd spent countless summer nights at Camp Pineway, honing your board game skills against generations of counselors. You weren't about to lose to Jason Hochberg.

Hours passed, marked only by the shifting shadows in the cabin and the dwindling pile of resource cards. The game was close, neck-and-neck. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, your heart pounding in your chest. This wasn't just a game; it was a battle of wills.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you were one point away from victory. You needed just one more settlement, one more strategic placement of your little wooden house, and the game would be yours.

Jason watched you intently, his expression unreadable. He knew you were close, and you could feel his competitive energy radiating across the table. It was almost…palpable.

You carefully surveyed the board, your eyes scanning the hexagonal tiles, searching for the perfect spot. You found it: a prime piece of real estate, bordering a wheat field, a forest, and a hill. It was perfect.

With a triumphant grin, you placed your final settlement on the board. "Victory is mine!" you declared, throwing your hands up in the air.

Jason slumped back in his chair, feigning defeat. "No! How could this happen? I was so close!"

"Beginner's luck," you teased, gathering up your victory points.

He chuckled, the sound warm and genuine in the quiet cabin. "Beginner's luck, my foot. You're a shark. A Catan-playing shark."

"And you're a good sport," you said, smiling at him. "Despite your…questionable trading strategies."

He grinned. "Hey, a guy's gotta try, right?" He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. "Well, that was fun. We should do this again sometime."

"Definitely," you agreed, already looking forward to your next late-night game session. There was something about the quiet intimacy of those late-night hours, the shared laughter and friendly competition, that you found…strangely appealing.

As you started to pack up the game, Jason reached across the table, his fingers brushing against yours. A spark of electricity shot through you, and you quickly pulled your hand away, your cheeks flushing slightly.

"Thanks for the game," he said, his voice soft. "It was…nice."

"Yeah, you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You couldn't meet his gaze, your heart was beating too fast.

There was a moment of silence, a charged, unspoken connection hanging in the air between you. The only sound was the gentle ticking of the lantern, counting down the seconds until dawn.

Finally, Jason stood up, breaking the spell. "Well, I should probably…get some sleep. Big day tomorrow."

"Right, yeah, me too," you said, standing up as well. You gathered the last of the game pieces, your hands trembling slightly.

You walked to the door of the cabin, the cool night air hitting your face. You turned to say goodnight, and Jason was standing there, his eyes fixed on you.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," he said, his voice low and sincere.

"Goodnight, Jason," you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

You stepped out of the cabin, the image of Jason's face burned into your memory. You couldn't deny it any longer: you were starting to feel something for the slightly awkward, surprisingly competitive camp counselor. And you had a feeling he felt it too.

The next day, camp life resumed its usual chaotic rhythm. The campers woke up, ready for another day of activities, and the counselors sprang into action, leading hikes, teaching crafts, and refereeing endless games of capture the flag. You and Jason were both caught up in the whirlwind of camp duties, but you couldn't shake the memory of your late-night game.

Every time you caught Jason's eye, a shy smile would play on his lips, and your heart would skip a beat. You found yourself looking for excuses to be near him, to talk to him, to simply be in his presence.

That evening, after the campers were tucked into bed and the campfire stories had ended, you found yourself drawn back to the cabin where you and Jason had played Catan. You weren't sure why, but you felt a strange pull, a sense of unfinished business.

As you approached the cabin, you saw a light flickering inside. Your heart leaped with anticipation. Was Jason still up?

You hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the doorknob. What if he wasn't there? What if you were just imagining things?

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Jason was sitting at the table, the same lantern casting the same warm glow on his face. He looked up as you entered, his eyes widening slightly.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice a mixture of surprise and…something else. Hope?

"I…I don't know," you stammered, feeling suddenly shy. "I just…I couldn't sleep. I guess I just wanted to…come back here."

Jason smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made your heart melt. "Me too," he said. "I couldn't stop thinking about last night. About…you."

He stood up and walked towards you, his steps slow and deliberate. You stood frozen, your heart pounding in your chest, your breath catching in your throat.

He stopped just a few feet away from you, his eyes searching yours. "I know this is probably crazy," he said, his voice low and earnest. "But I feel like…like we have something special. Something…real."

You couldn't speak, your emotions were overwhelming you. You had never felt this way about anyone before. It was a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and a deep, undeniable connection.

Jason reached out and gently took your hand in his. His touch sent a shiver down your spine.

"Can I…can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your eyes filling with tears.

Jason leaned in, his lips soft and tentative against yours. It was a gentle kiss, a sweet and tender moment that felt like coming home.

As you kissed, all the doubts and uncertainties melted away. You knew, in that moment, that you and Jason were meant to be. The late-night game, the shared laughter, the competitive spirit…it had all led to this.

The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more urgent. You wrapped your arms around Jason's neck, pulling him closer, never wanting this moment to end.

Finally, you broke apart, gasping for breath, your foreheads resting against each other.

"Wow," Jason whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Wow is right," you said, your voice trembling.

You looked at Jason, really looked at him, and saw a depth of emotion in his eyes that mirrored your own. You knew that this was just the beginning of something amazing, something that would change your life forever.

And it all started with a simple board game, a late-night battle of wits, and a shared love for the quiet magic of Camp Pineway.

[bumblebeeswrite]

Screaming crying throwing up I love my boyfriend

No seriously haven’t you heard

I’m Jace hochberg

Let Me Help, Please?

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Ingredients: Fem!Reader x Jason Hochberg, Fluff, Second Chance Love, Mentions of Injury, There might be some spoilers (nothing major)... read at your own risk if you have yet to see the movie!

Total: $14.56 (1456 words)

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Stupid smile. Stupid charming personality. Stupid cringey dad jokes. Stupid Jason Hochberg. 

It was weird. It was awkward. He said he wouldn’t be back this summer. Gave a long speech about the end of an era and cried his eyes out on the final day of camp last year.  

He said he wouldn’t be back. 

But he was; the first person you saw when you arrived at Camp Pineway this year just had to be… him. 

This summer was supposed to be different, it was supposed to be for you while you got over Jason; healing or some shit. Everything from last summer was still heavily imprinted in your mind—the laughs, the giggles, the late nights spent together, the inside jokes you both shared, the hugs and soft and sweet kisses you and Jason shared when no one was looking. You know, everything that drew you to him in the first place. 

This summer at Camp Pineway was supposed to be Jason free. 

So when you hopped out of your car that Thursday morning of counselor’s weekend and saw him helping Demi with her bags, you cringed. An inner and outer cringe as you sighed, shaking your head. Maybe he wouldn’t notice you yet, maybe he wouldn’t say anything to you yet, maybe, just maybe, you could hide from him. 

As you stared blankly at the bags in your trunk your peace and quiet was interrupted by a laugh, a laugh you knew all too well. 

Jason. 

“Hey, hey!” He smiled, walking towards you. He leaned against your car gently, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you. “It’s nice to see you, I’m glad you decided to come back to Camp Pineway for another year.” He added, sounding genuine.

You nodded, mumbling back a short, “yeah,” without even looking up at him.

“Need a hand?”

You shrugged, grabbing your bags from the trunk. “I think I have it,” you replied, glancing up at him. Fuck, definitely shouldn’t have done that. One look was enough to make all the feelings come back like one swift kick in the gut. 

Jason hummed, the smile on his face fading slightly as you denied him needing any help. “At least let me walk you to your cabin? Which one are you in this year?”

You sighed, knowing he would just follow you if you didn’t allow him permission to go with you. “Cabin 8,” you mumbled, closing your trunk before making the trek towards the cabin. Jason followed beside you, occasionally double and even triple checking that you didn’t need help with your bags. Yeah, classic Jason. Always wanting to help and always making sure things were where they needed to be. 

When you finally made it to your cabin, you fumbled with the door before Jason stepped in to help you. “Here! This one is always tricky, you’ll get the hang of it before you know it!” 

You nodded, “thanks.” You stopped and looked up at him, raising an eyebrow slightly. “I thought you weren’t coming back this year?” You asked, the question escaping a little harsher than you meant.

“Yeah, well,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess you could say that plans change… that and I had a little bit of unfinished business to attend to here.”

“Plans change,” you repeated. “Thanks, for the help, or whatever.” 

“Yeah, anytime. It’s… it’s good to see you, you know?” He smiled softly, leaning against the side of the cabin.

“Yeah.” You nodded, placing your bags on your bed. “Right back at you.”

Jason’s smile brightened a little more before he turned and walked away, off to help the other counselors that may need him. You stood at the doorway of your cabin, watching him walk away. He walked through the grass, swinging his arms as he walked. 

God, you still loved him… 

Since this morning, you’ve been struggling to keep yourself and your emotions in check while Jason runs everything, blissfully unaware of the glares and awkward glances coming from you. Either that or he didn’t care about them.

You wanted to run up to him and wrap your arms around him again like last year. You wanted to leave a soft kiss on his lips before dragging him by the hand behind your cabin. You wanted to giggle while he laughs at being tugged into a hiding spot before his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You wanted Jason back, your Jason back. But you weren’t sure if you could get him back.

You wandered off from the group, wanting to be alone with nature and the spot you missed so much over the off season. Taking in your surroundings, you smiled softly at the birds chirping lowly, the squirrels scampering across the forest, the sunlight coming through the leaves of the trees. You took in everything, forgetting about the other counselors and Jason for a bit.

That was until you misstepped and tripped over an exposed tree root. You screamed, the pain instant in your ankle as you fell to the ground with a big huff. Your scream echoed through the forest slightly, and Jason was the first one to run to your aid. 

“Shit,” Jason mumbled, running towards you. “Are you okay?” He asked, kneeling down in front of you. 

You looked up at him and winced, grabbing hold of your ankle. “I’m fine,” you sighed, shaking your head. “It’s nothing, just a little twisted ankle.” You added, looking down at your now red and swollen ankle. 

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” he replied, taking a seat beside you. “Let me help you, please?” He asked, his voice sounding softer as he hesitantly reached for your leg. You sighed, stretching it out onto his lap. Jason looked at your ankle, moving it a couple different times and directions to ensure it wasn’t broken. You winced each time, sighing as your head fell to his shoulder gently. “What did you do?” He asked, reaching for the small first aid kit he always carries with him.

“I tripped over a fucking tree root,” you mumbled, closing your eyes as he began wrapping your ankle up carefully. 

“Ah, those tree roots will get you,” he replied, a small smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Shut up,” you mumbled, breathing out slowly as the pain flared up again. “That tree root didn’t hurt me like you did last summer, that wound from you will never seem to heal.”

Jason stopped, pulling away slightly to look down at you. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. You shook your head and moved away from him, wincing at the pain in your ankle.

“I’m sorry literally doesn’t even come close to making up for what you did to me.”

“I know,” he sighed softly, looking up at you. “And I don’t expect you to," he sighed, "maybe just… listen?” You sat back against a tree and looked at him. You nodded, letting him continue. Jason took a deep breath and sighed, moving closer to you slightly. “I was an idiot last year, trust me, I still am an idiot. But, the time we spent together here last summer truly was just… the best time of my life. That’s the reason I came back, I just had to see you. I had to apologize to you, I had to tell you how I feel.” Jason looked at you. “And, I love you, I really do. I have spent these last few months thinking about you nonstop and I, I understand if we can’t get back to how we were before but I hope you can at least… forgive me.” 

You looked at him, thinking to yourself before you sighed. “I love you too,” you mumbled. “I think we can try to get back to that but… I think we need to take it slow first.”

Jason nodded, agreeing with you and respecting your decisions. “Can I, uh, can I help you back to your cabin?” He asked, standing up. He placed his hand out for you and helped you up, wrapping his arm around your waist and your arm around his shoulder. “You should really sit and rest, you don’t want this to get worse.”

“I know,” you sighed, looking at him. “Thanks, Jason,” you smiled, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “It’s good to know you’re still looking out for me.”

Jason’s face turned a soft shade of pink, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “I never stopped looking out for you, and I never will.” He said softly. “Now, uh, let’s get you into bed.”

“Maybe you could stay with me for a bit?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I’d like that.”

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[bumblebeeswrite]

Hi guys I will catch up on all asks asap

My car broke down 😍

[bumblebeeswrite]

@medievalharlot it wouldn’t let me post the ask but I’m gonna match you!

Something about this is giving Michael to me, those are just the vibes I’m getting.

I think he genuinely enjoys how smart you are, even though he teases you about it quite relentlessly.

I also think he very much enjoys that you like things that are labeled more ‘girly’ hobbies, lets me honest he’s an inner macho man. He loves it when you cook for him or sing to him, it just makes him feel like he’s your protector and stuff like that.

He might ask you to go to the pub with him every once in awhile, but it’s just so he can show you off. He’s more than happy to indulge your staying at homeness.

[bumblebeeswrite]

Uh hi, how could I possibly resist??

Okay, okay, uh what can I say.

I’m an introvert! Need to recharge after social gatherings. Don’t like being the focus, am VERY bad at taking compliments, never feel like my words of thanks or appreciation are enough in return.

Love video games. Love watching movies. I lean towards the dark. Enjoy writing. I have a mountain of unread books. I love metalcore music and enjoy going to shows. My wardrobe is band shirts and movie IP shirts and jeans/leggings.

I enjoy being useful. I am a people pleaser. I like being helpful and my first instinct when someone is upset is to try to solve the problem.

I hope this isn’t unhinged 😭

Thank you 🥰 you’re a saint.

Hello Tara it’s nice to see you in my inbox again ✨

This doesn’t have anything to do with much of what you sent me, but I have to do it

There’s just no one else in my mind for you my dear.

For the purposes of my descriptions, I’ll focus on your writing and reading

Paul probably finds it fascinating that you’re interested in those things at all, and he might like to watch you do them, as annoying as it might be.

He’s going to shower you with gifts and jewels and finery, but he’s never say that he was doing it out loud.

We know paul is our little petulant child, but you might be able to get it out of him eventually ❤️

[bumblebeeswrite]

Hi Jace!

I would love to be matched by you.

I will be les unhinged in this ask. I'm 5'3 37 year old medium curvy girl. I wear alot of band merch and leggings because I prefer comfort over style, most of the time. I'm a metalcore girly. I have had every imaginable hair colour you can think off. I have shoulder length hair with an undercut and devil's lock. I have brown eyes with a green halo.

I love going to gigs, conventions and renfairs. I crochet, knit, embroider and sew. I have guinea pigs aka fluffy potatoes.

Favourite films; Spree and Hocus Pocus

Favourite tv show; Hannibal and Buffy

Favourite bands; Papa Roach, INK, Self Deception.

Hello my friend!

I feel cliche every time I match someone with Eddie but who cares

You guys would make a great match! Mostly because I feel like Eddie has to be with someone who has a very similar vibe/style as himself, which you definitely do!

He’s gonna help you pick your hair colors and try and help you dye it to (and if it’s red he’s going to pretend he’s gotten stabbed when it gets on his hands)

He’s gonna take you to every corroded coffin concert and make sure you’re front and center baby!

And also other concerts where you can both enjoy yourselves together as a couple.

[bumblebeeswrite]

my friend, hi!!!

I’m here for jq matchmaking my dear I think I’m you know everything about me buttttt

I’m Rozalyn! I’m a Pisces, I scoop ice cream and love to cook and bake. I’m have brown eyes and brown hair and wear glasses! I love making new ice cream flavors and trying to combinations and I adore reading and writing. i love to go out and have fun but I also adore a nice night in curled up watching a movie or something in bed!

uhhhhhhhh I think that’s all but you know so much about me already but thank you!! <33

Roz roz roz roz

Here’s what I think

Just because I thought about him having his first home cooked meal by you when he comes home

And he probably gets misty eyed

Oh my heart I could talk about that all day

Sam is a you guy I think. He wants to do whatever makes you happy and whatever that is he’ll do anything to be able to do it for you

[bumblebeeswrite]

babes, you know why i’m here—

I’ve said it before but i’m not sure if there are any fun facts about me that you don’t know already 😂 I like being outside!

I’m a pop punk fan? I like the color green a lot. Everything else I’ve either put in earlier matches or divulged to you in other spaces 😂 I’m curious as to who you think!!

This was hard. BUT HERE IS WHAT I THINK

I think you need someone soft in your life. Someone who’s gonna make you feel like you’re the most important girl in the world.

And for me, that’s Tom! Tom is the literal refit of sweetheart and if you’re sad he’s doing everything in his power to cheer you up.

He’s taking you to dates on the beach or a cuddling session with the tellie if it’s raining. He’s working hard so you don’t have to.

And I think you deserve that ❤️

[bumblebeeswrite]

Hello guys!

Back to my world of matchmaking again!

This time, with Joseph Quinn’s characters!

Send me a little about yourself and I’ll match you with one of his characters!

Flood the askbox ✨

[bumblebeeswrite]

Saw your Fred matchmaking and wanted to do since I'm a big Fred fan.

I'm 23 years old. I'm 5'1 with hazel eyes and brown curly hair with a little blonde at the ends. My hobbies include listening to music and reading. I love listening to sound of rain. I'm quite awkard at first meeting but it doesn't take long for me to get comfortable. I'm always willing to help out others in need. I love horror movies but I also love comedies. I'm also really into true crime. My favorite colors are pink and red. I currently work as a restaurant hostess.

hi there! Thanks for your ask!

I think you and Danny would make a great match!

You seem like a calm person, and I think Danny needs some of that in his life. He’s very tense, and you can rub off on him and make him feel better.

True crime marathon at 3 am and discuss ways you could get away with hiding a body?

Yes.

He loves it when you can bring home food from your work, and he’s gonna give you those puppy dog eyes to try.

[bumblebeeswrite]

Hello!! Can I ask for matchmaker pls?

I'm a 5'6 girl, italian, 21 y/o and introverted. I'm a metalhead but also love mainstream music deep down, and pop, funky etc. I also am a Marvel, LOTR, GOT, Star Wars lover.

I tend to be very observant, reserved but then i slowly open and become more energetic.🖤

Tyyyysm

Hi there!! Thanks for your ask!

I think you and Simon would make a perfect match!

I think you and him probably have a similar vibe, and I can also imagine him being into Star Wars and Lord of the Rings both!

Where you are reserved and observant, he’s loud and boisterous, so you kind of even each other out.

[bumblebeeswrite]

hi!! this is my first time requesting something on tumblr 🫣 so i hope i do it right! i’ve been really into fred lately and i was wondering if i could get a fred match-making thing?

for reference-

my name is violet, i’m 20 (21 in 2 days!!) and have curly dark brown hair. i am heavy set and 5’11. i have glasses in the shape of hearts and work at a cinema. i am trying to get into stand up comedy and i can yap for hours about anything. i love dogs and taco bell and horror movies!! i also write poetry and sculpt :) i also am a manager at the cinema and spend a lot of my time training people and decorating and making sure everyone feels welcome and supported at work!!

Hi there!! Thank you so much for your ask!

I think you and Quinn would make a good match!!

He would help you try to come up with jokes for your stand up, but I think his jokes would only land with a video games audience who understood one specific reference, so it’s not very helpful.

Imagine all the late night Taco Bell dates omg

He’s absolutely going to come hang out with you at the cinema, and try to score some free popcorn while he’s at it.

[bumblebeeswrite]

Okay, okay, okay.

I am requesting our Petulant Prince Paul Petrovich!

I'm thinking "why are you looking at me like that?" but bratty. Any other details I leave to you!

If you feel up to it!

(you are a saint!)

YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT | PRINCE PAUL PETROVICH

summary: once again, Prince Paul finds your attitude appalling.

cw: Mild language, suggestive themes, power dynamics (though mostly playful), Paul being his usual slightly clueless self.

Also Tara I’m so sorry I feel I fucked this one up so bad but I don’t have the heart to redo it.

The clatter of silverware against porcelain echoed in the cavernous dining hall, so much different to the tense silence that had settled between you and Prince Paul. You’d been seated across from him at the seemingly endless table for what felt like an eternity, forced into this uncomfortable proximity by his mother’s latest attempt at… well, you weren't entirely sure what exactly she was attempting. Socialization? Torture? It often felt like a blurry line.

You’d been pointedly ignoring him, more engrossed in meticulously arranging the peas on your plate than engaging in the polite, vapid conversation swirling around you. But you could feel his gaze. It was like a persistent fly buzzing just out of reach, irritating and impossible to swat away.

Finally, your carefully constructed wall of indifference crumbled. You snapped your head up, your eyes locking with his. His were wide, a curious furrow in his brow, and there was a hesitant sort of… something… flickering within them.

“Well?” you drawled, your voice cutting through the low murmur of the other diners. “Are you going to stare all day, or do you have something to say?” You leaned back in your chair, arms crossed, a deliberately challenging glint in your eyes. “Because if you’re waiting for me to suddenly become fascinating, you might be here a while.”

A flush crept up his neck, staining his pale cheeks a delicate pink. He blinked, seemingly startled by your directness. “I… I wasn’t staring,” he stammered, his gaze flicking away for a moment before returning to you, a touch more guarded this time.

You raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Oh really? Because my peripheral vision suggests otherwise. Unless there’s a particularly captivating breadcrumb behind me that I’ve somehow missed?”

A nervous cough escaped him. He fiddled with the stem of his wine glass, his large hands looking clumsy. “No, of course not. I just… I was… observing.”

“Observing?” you scoffed, a smirk playing on your lips. “How utterly thrilling for me. And what profound insights have your extensive observations yielded, your Highness?” You laced the title with a saccharine sweetness that clearly didn’t escape him.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I just… you seem… different.”

“Different from what?” you challenged, your tone sharp. “The gaggle of simpering ladies fawning over your every awkward utterance? Yes, I suppose I am.”

His eyes widened again, this time with a hint of hurt. “I didn’t mean…”

“Didn’t you?” you interrupted, not letting him off the hook. “Because it certainly sounded like you did. So, enlighten me, Prince Paul. What exactly is so different about me that warrants such intense scrutiny?”

He hesitated, his gaze darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. When he finally looked back at you, there was a flicker of something new in his eyes, a spark of… defiance? Or perhaps just desperation.

“You… you don’t try to please,” he said softly, almost to himself.

You blinked, momentarily thrown off by his unexpected honesty. “Well, isn’t that a tragedy?” you retorted, recovering quickly. “Should I start curtsying more deeply? Perhaps compose an ode to your surprisingly voluminous trousers?”

A small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. It vanished as quickly as it appeared, but you caught it. Interesting.

“No,” he said, his voice a little stronger now. “No, don’t do that.”

“Then what do you want?” you asked, leaning forward slightly, intrigued despite yourself.

He seemed to consider this for a long moment, his gaze fixed on you, a strange intensity in his expression. “I… I don’t know,” he admitted finally. “But you… you say what you think. You don’t… you don’t hide.”

“And you find that… unsettling?”

“No,” he said quickly. “No, not unsettling. Just… unexpected.”

“Perhaps you should try it sometime,” you suggested, a playful edge creeping into your voice. “It’s rather liberating. Though I doubt your mother would approve of you telling her exactly what you think of her latest matchmaking schemes.”

The corner of his mouth twitched again. “No,” he agreed quietly. “She wouldn’t.”

A comfortable silence settled between you for a moment, the tension having eased slightly. You picked at your food again, but you could still feel his gaze on you, though it felt less like an interrogation now and more like… curiosity.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence, your tone less confrontational this time. “Now that your intense observation period is over, did you have anything else you wanted to ‘observe’?”

He hesitated, then met your gaze, a hint of a genuine smile finally gracing his lips. “Perhaps… perhaps I could observe you telling me about yourself. If you wouldn’t find that too… unthrilling.”

You considered this, a slow smile spreading across your own face. “Depends, Prince Paul. Are you prepared for what you might find?”

His smile widened a fraction. “I… I think so.”

The rest of the meal passed with a different kind of tension in the air, a charged undercurrent of something new and unexpected. You found yourself actually talking to him, your usual sharp edges softened slightly by his surprisingly earnest interest. He asked clumsy questions, but there was a genuine curiosity behind them, a refreshing change from the practiced politeness of the other courtiers.

Later that evening, you found yourself in the palace gardens, seeking a moment of solitude amidst the endless social obligations. The air was cool and fragrant with the scent of night-blooming jasmine. You were tracing the intricate patterns of a stone fountain when you heard a hesitant voice behind you.

“You’re… you’re out here alone.”

You turned to see Paul standing a few feet away, looking slightly lost in the vastness of the gardens.

“And you’re… following me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He flushed again. “No! I mean… I just… I saw you leave the ballroom.”

“Couldn’t handle any more forced merriment?”

He nodded sheepishly. “It’s… a lot.”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered, turning back to the fountain.

A moment of silence stretched between you before he spoke again. “You… you didn’t answer my question earlier.”

“Which one was that?”

“About what I might find if I got to know you.”

You hesitated, a flicker of vulnerability surfacing beneath your usual bravado. “You might find I’m not as… different… as you think. Or you might find I’m far worse.”

He took a step closer. “I doubt you could be worse.”

You scoffed softly. “Oh, trust me, Prince Paul. You have no idea.”

He took another step, closing the distance between you. The moonlight cast long shadows, highlighting the awkward angles of his face. His gaze was earnest, searching.

“Then… show me,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Your breath caught in your throat. This was unexpected. This bumbling, slightly clueless prince was looking at you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

“Why?” you asked, your voice a little breathless. “Why would you want that?”

He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before returning to yours. “Because… because I think… I think the ‘different’ parts of you… are the most interesting.”

You stared at him, surprised by his directness. It was a far cry from the stammering, uncertain prince from the dinner table.

“And what if those ‘interesting’ parts are sharp?” you warned. “What if they prick?”

He took another step closer, until he was standing just inches away. His gaze didn’t waver. “Then… I’ll be careful.”

The air crackled with a tension that was entirely different from the awkwardness of earlier. It was a pull, a magnetic force drawing you closer. You could feel his breath on your face, see the faint flecks of gold in his brown eyes.

“You’re looking at me like that again,” you murmured, your voice husky.

“Like what?” he breathed, his gaze dropping to your lips.

“Like you… like you want something.”

A slow smile spread across his face, a genuine, unguarded smile that transformed his features. “Maybe I do.”

He reached out a tentative hand, his fingers brushing against yours. The touch sent a shiver down your spine.

“And what if I want something too, Prince Paul?” you whispered, your eyes locked on his.

His thumb gently stroked the back of your hand. “Then… perhaps we can find out together.”

The silence stretched again, but this time it was thick with unspoken desires, with the promise of something new and unknown. The bratty challenge you’d thrown down at dinner had somehow led to this, to a quiet intimacy under the moonlight with a prince who was far more intriguing than you’d ever given him credit for. And as he leaned in closer, his gaze still fixed on yours, you couldn’t help but wonder where this unexpected turn of events might lead. Maybe, just maybe, being different wasn’t so bad after all. Especially when it caught the eye of a certain bewildered prince.